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st4rgzer · 5 months

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↳ WELCOME TO NEW YORK (1980 TV) MATT STURNIOLO

genre: fluff, with a touch of angst

cw!: cursing, fem pronouns

summary: in which the reader is, half ready, to move to new york after booking her first major gig

a/n: this is the first track and i hope ill release one every weekend, maybe more, thank you for reading!

after 7 years, no, all my life working my ass off, going to every audition I can get my hands on, reading too many scripts a day, I finally got an audition.

And the best thing, it wasn’t because of the triplets! me being friends with them, and dating one, had made it incredibly difficult to make my own image, be my own person, even though I love them, I want people to know me for me, not know me as “matt’s girlfriend” or, “that girl that hangs out with the triplets”.

The only problem about getting a major gig, it’s in New York, and it’s going to be a pretty long time rolling, so I’d have to move there, at least for a year. That means leaving thee triplets at home. Leaving Matt home, and its not like NY is next to LA or Boston, 5 hours on plane. And it´s already difficult when they have leave for LA.

“babe, c’mon, just, come, spend the night here and in the morning we can drive you to the airport” Matt wined, pulling me towards him on the sofa, he had been trying to convince me not to leave early all day, and that they were closer to the airport so they could be the ones to take me there.

“well…maybe…” I sighed, the airport anxiety making me doubt wether or not to stay tonight, well, they are closer to the airport than me…fine, I sleep better with him anyways.

“yes! see i always win” he says lifting his arms up in victory, earning a laugh from me, he may be very persistent but it was sweet to see how he celebrated when he finally won.

He tugged me towards him and I laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes in a moment of peace before I had to worry about the move.

I nearly fell asleep when his hands started caressing my hair and detangling all the knots, slowly putting me in a trance, then I came to the realization that my bags were still in my house, and sighed, taking his hand away from my hair gently and sitting up.

“I just remembered my suitcase is still in my house, we have to go get it before anything” I kneaded my forehead and breathed deep, then I felt Matt’s hand on my back.

“relax ok, I can take us there in a minute, don’t worry about anything, the important things are already being shipped to your flat and the flight leaves at 10 am, enough time to sleep in a bit or have breakfast.” he said stroking my shoulder reassuringly, I grabbed his hand and placed it on mine, sighing as I backed myself against his chest once again, grateful I had an organized boyfriend opposed to the mess I was with this kind of stuff.

We pulled up to my driveway, I fiddled with the keys before finally opening the door. I went up to my room to get my big suitcase, them I realized a staircase and a big suitcase wasn’t a good match for me, I yelled Matt’s name but I saw him already going up the stairs, probably cause he knows me too well.

“thank you” I said with a sly smile. Grabbing the other end of the suitcase to at least help a bit, though he took all the weight.

We got into the car, the sun was setting and the weather was perfect for reminiscing and being nostalgic.

I laid my head against the damp car window , I started to think if this gig was going to be my big break. Even though I’ve wanted to be an actress since I was a young child, I never liked change, I despised it even.

This was going to be a big change, I had the last month to think about it and get used to the idea, but still, the thought of me and Matt breaking up because of long distance…

I felt a hand be placed on my knee, snapping me out of my thoughts, my mouth curved up into a slight smile, I placed his hand in mine, he rubbed small circles on my knuckles, and pulled it closer to him, placing a soft kiss to them.

“I’m so happy for you, do you know that?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me with genuine joy. I tilted me head slightly and pursed my lips together.

“Do you think we’ll- survive the long distance…?” I looked down, guilt lingering in my voice, It was my fault I was moving to NY, I took the job, if the relationship went down the drain…I wouldn’t help to think it was my doing.

“What? That’s stupid, of course we will, Its not like you’re moving to a whole other country, phones exist, planes do as well” He insisted, tilting my head up to meet my line of view.

“trust me, okay? I’m a professional at the whole moving stuff…” He saw I was still unsure.

“baby I wouldn’t care if you moved to a whole other continent, I’d still book the flight every weekend to come see you” He said, gently moving a strand of hair out of my face, he wanted me to look at him, and I did. I half-smiled at him, feeling a bit more sure about the move thanks to his pep talk.

I realized I didn’t recognize where we were heading to, turning confused to Matt as he kept his eyes on the rode.

“Matt, where are we going? As far as I know, your house isn’t in a forest” I shook my head when he didn’t respond, scoffing as I laid back into the carseat.

As we parked in a rocky spot, he got out and went ‘round the car to open my door, what a gentlemen.

“What? are you gonna murder me out here or…?” I laughed as I got out of the vehicle, closing the door behind me. I was shut up as he placed a hand on my cheek, pulling me closer, and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips.

“oh?” I grinned, resting my hands over his shoulders, he grabbed one gently and led me in front of the car.

“ok, so, you know how I decorated my room all foresty?” He finally spoke, turning so he could make eye contact with me, I nodded.

“well, that’s cause the woods, mountains, they help calm me down, ease my anxiety and worries about things. After our first argument I came here, to clear my head. I come here a lot, and…I thought maybe it would help you a little? at least give you some peace of mind for while…”

He said, sweet words spewing from his mouth, I could’ve melted then and there. God, he was thoughtful. I smiled at him so widely, pecking his lips gently, I then peppered his cheeks and forehead with some more, he was right, this WAS giving me peace of mind. There was a slight fog surrounding the trees, and a soft breeze.

“thank you, Matt, this means a lot, like, really” I sighed as he opened his arms and held me, I closed my eyes at the smell of his cologne and the soft fabric of his plaid flannel.

“anything for you, lovely. I just wanted to give you a good afternoon to end with before the exhausting week that awaits you” He said kissing the top of my head and resting his chin there.

Hours passed. We were crossed legged, sat on the ground, watching the sky get darker and darker, contemplating as the stars slowly appeared.

My head was rested on his shoulder, his arm intertwined with mine, and his head laid back on the front of the car. It was simple and sweet, but better than anything I could’ve asked for.

It was silent, the comfort of our company being enough substitute for meaningless conversation. He sighed, contempt, we both knew the night was coming to an end, as I still wanted to get in at least 9 hours of sleep.

“do you think we should go now? its getting a bit late” he said stroking the palm of my hand.

“mhm, it is” I hummed, I gave him one more kiss before getting up and grabbing the makeshift blanket beneath us.

We drove to the car humming songs on the radio, his hands always resting either on my knee, my thigh, or my hand.

As the car pulled into the garage, Nick and Chris’s voices were heard, I think they were screaming something along the lines of “fucking finally”

We both looked at each other and sighed, holding in a laugh as he turned the doorknob, we were greeted with an angry blonde haired boy and a hyperactive Chris.

“where the fuck were you guys?! we wanted to do a going away movie party for tonight!” Nick yelled, he breathed and tried to calm himself, me and Matt were delighted watching the scene unfold.

“I took y/n somewhere.” he smirked slyly at him. Nick scoffed, he wasn’t too mad, after all, they were going to see me just next week.

After some more banter and such, Matt and I headed up to his room. He had his hand intertwined with mine and wasn’t dropping it anytime soon.

“m’lady” he said with a country accent, that always earned a chuckle out of me, opening the door for me, following behind. I sighed, letting myself fall onto the soft sheets of his bed.

He laid down next to me, as routine, I placed my head on his chest, he wrapped his arm languidly around my waist, pulling me close.

“im tired” I yawned and felt the vibrations from his chest as he laughed.

“of course you are, we’ve had a busy day, huh? He said kissing my hair softly, rubbing small shapes on the exposed skin of my waist.

I nodded, closing my eyes, sighing, I grew more tired every heartbeat of his I felt from his chest, the lullaby of his heart clearing my mind.

He felt I drifted off, he kissed the top of my head once again and whispered goodnight.

“I love you.”

“i love you too” I mumbled.

I recounted the previous moments in our day, everything from the starbucks he bought me when picking me up, to watching the sun set in his favorite place, with his favorite person.

Im scared of new beginnings, but New York can’t be so bad, right?

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‘welcome to New York’ The big sign I was met with read, people were hustling and seemed like they had somewhere to go, I could here sirens blaring and people yelling “taxi!” I smiled. Everyone here wants something more. I guess I maybe could get used to this.

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spotsandsocks · 1 year

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Everything But (temptation)

4.7k teen

I’ve finally finished it! The temptation 5+1 fic that was my original idea for @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann reverse prompt challenge before I went in another direction but here’s this one too. Thank you to everyone who left encouraging tags when I shared snippets. Hope you like it. 💕💜💕

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It’s an undeniable fact that Eddie’s couch is so much more comfortable than Buck’s but while he has been known to take the odd nap on it, at his age trying to get a full night’s sleep there leads to stiff limbs and an aching back the next day. Which is why Buck is getting ready to put his shoes on and leave even though he’d much rather be staying here with Eddie.

Apparently Eddie would rather he stay too, he’s been trying to persuade him to change his mind for the last half hour and he’s doing his best to resist as Eddie makes one last attempt to persuade him to stay.

“Don’t go, it’s late and you're tired.” Eddie sounds concerned. Buck’s not actually looking at him but he’d bet a week’s pay that Eddie’s standing there with his arms folded frowning at him.

Occupied with searching for his shoes he reluctantly declines the offer, “My back will hurt and then you’ll complain all day tomorrow that I’m grumpy. Ahah found it!”

He’s located one shoe and glances up at his friend, pleased to see he’d win his own bet. The search for the second shoe starts with limited success. Eddie’s offer is tempting, he is quite tired. Maybe he should actually stay. Then Eddie makes his mind up.

“If it’s just the couch being lumpy, I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

It’s a good job his head is hidden under the table still looking for his shoe. As it is he bumps his head on the way out, slightly distracted by the offer.

“What?” He blinks up at Eddie before diving back under the table.

“We can share, done it before.” Eddie's tone couldn’t be more casual if he tried.

Buck can’t say his thoughts on sharing a bed with Eddie are anywhere close to casual. However he keeps that little fact to himself, especially if you consider the facts of the matter are of an incriminating and friendship ending nature and go something along the lines of ‘yeah but not for years and not since I realised how I felt about you.’

He has to respond with something so he pretends to look for his shoe under the chair and mutters,

“You don’t have to do that.”

Eddie’s follow up really doesn't help matters, “I don’t mind. You’re welcome in my bed anytime Buck.”

Face hidden Buck closes his eyes briefly. Eddie doesn’t know how that sounds and he definitely doesn’t mean it like that , he doesn’t. He couldn’t, but the offer appeals far too much to Buck, it pulls at something he’s been desperately trying to ignore; the desire to belong to Eddie in every way possible. He wants it so much, would it be so bad to say yes, to take what Eddie’s offering even if it’s only adjacent to what he truly wants.

He tries hard not to imagine what it might be like to lie next to him in any capacity, to wake up here in the morning. He wouldn’t mind it being platonic, he really wouldn’t. It would just be nice. Nice to stay, nice to belong, to wake up to Eddie’s smile and Chris grumpy at breakfast because he’s still tired. To wake up as part of a family. He could stay, Eddie said. Eddie asked.

No. He may make some dumb choices but he’s not actually stupid. He has to be strong, if he gives into this temptation what’s next. A disaster that’s what.

He finally finds the missing shoe behind the couch which means it’s time to go.

Buck stands and waves it triumphantly with the best smile he can manage.

“Thanks for the offer Eds, but I’m going to go.”

Eddie sighs and nods once “If that’s what you want.”

It’s not, but he leaves anyway.

Hospital waiting rooms suck. Totally and completely suck. Buck would much much rather be the one in a hospital bed than out here. Useless, pacing, waiting.

He hates it, this feeling, the worry gnaws at his stomach, his chest hurts. He can’t sit still. He’s aware he must be annoying the others. He’s up, down, pacing. Asking the same questions again and again.

Why hasn’t anyone come to update them? Why? They shouldn’t have to wait like this, they’re family. Don’t they know that?

Chimney’s patience cracks first. “Buck! I know you’re worried, we all are but please man sit down!”

He freezes then Chimney sighs, his eyes sliding shut, “Sorry. Sorry, carry on, I know it helps.” Then Chimney’s on his feet too, “I’m gonna go for a walk, call me if we get an update.” He walks past clasping Buck’s shoulder on the way past with a grim smile and a nod that Buck returns.

“Buck,” his name sounds so different on Eddie’s lips than it had on Chimney’s. “Come here.”

Eddie jerks his head indicating Buck should join him, which he does, sitting down next to him on an uncomfortable waiting room chair. Eddie turns, twisting his whole body towards him. Buck can’t take the look on his face, he tries to avoid his eyes but Eddie ducks his head and captures them anyway. He has no choice but to look and listen.

“Bobby’s going to be ok.’

Buck’s eyes close as he shakes his head, he can’t take Eddie’s soft comfort right now. He can’t let himself hope in case it gets crushed along with his heart. His head shakes more vehemently as he denies himself what Eddie’s offering him.

“We don’t know that.”

“No, we don’t.” Eddie agrees gently.

No more words follow that statement, Buck knows exactly what he’s doing. A warm hand settles on his knee. The warmth spreads, slowly unlocking the coldness that’s settled in his gut. Eddie’s voice and touch combine to break through his fear.

Buck breathes deeply for a few more seconds. He focuses on the hand; each individual fingertip, the firm but gentle pressure of his palm, he likes the warmth, the strength of it, he lets it ground him and then when he’s ready he opens his eyes. Eddie’s waiting patiently, already looking at him and now Buck can accept what he sees there, the support and understanding Eddie always gives him.

Eddie’s hand squeezes, it’s gentle but firm, it matches his words, “I know you’re worried but we got here quick, Bobby’s strong and he’s in good hands. I really do think it’s going to be ok.”

He wants to believe but he’s scared and he’s tired, his head thunks back against the wall. Part of his brain, the bit that worries, the part that always expects the worst shouts loudly but ultimately it’s no match for Eddie, for his quiet confidence and faith. For the hand on his knee, the shoulder that bumps into his and stays there, another warm, solid point of contact between them. Buck looks at Eddie and finally lets himself start to believe things might be ok.

He’s very aware of how close they are, he wishes he could let his head fall down and rest on his shoulder, just for a moment, or have Eddie’s arm curl round him and pull him closer. He resists the temptation to collapse into him, just slumps down in his chair instead but his eyes fall on Eddie’s hand. He’s moved it back to rest on the arm of the waiting room chair between them

It’s as tempting as his shoulder was, Buck’s hand moves before he has time to control the impulse but he catches it in time and pulls back, hand fisted tight. He’s already taken too much comfort from Eddie tonight, he has to resist the temptation to take more, if he tries to take too much Eddie will notice.

It’s fine, Eddie’s hand is just another temptation to resist, it’s nothing new. A sigh escapes him and this time it has an echo.

“Buck, just…” It’s almost too quiet to hear, a little tired with something else wrapped around it that he can’t quite name, maybe it’s sadness, then Eddie’s hand is covering his and fingers slip between his own and squeeze. It’s exactly what he wanted. He squeezes back and doesn’t let go.

Maybe he doesn’t have to resist all the temptations today.

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Burning in Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ : Part 7 ‘illicit affairs’

A/N : this was such a fun chapter to write! A break from the angst, (for now) this also turned out to be WAY longer than I originally planned so y’all are getting fed, you’re welcome ☻

Summary: flirting tips with Joel Miller 101. Step one, wake your ass up at the crack of dawn, be smug about it. Step two, be a gentleman and present a thermos of shit QZ coffee to you. Step 3, teach you how to shoot. Step 4, do not allow the enemy to have the upper hand.

~word count : 4.3k~ (you heard that right)

Warnings: age gap (m/c is 28) flirty! asshole! Joel. Pining, teasing, lots of swearing, tension, banter, mentions of guns and knives. (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift

“You Know I’m No Good” by Amy Winehouse

“Kiss With A Fist” by Florence + The Machine

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November 2020 : 5 miles outside the Boston QZ

It was November now. The ground wasn’t quite frozen yet, but there was a chill in the air every morning. You could no longer hear the birds singing outside the window. Your body was slowly accustomed to the lack of vitamin D it was getting, just like how it did every year around this time. Knowing that the cold months of winter were on the horizon, only had you grow more restless. Your routine felt like a death march. Wake up, drink shit coffee. Shovel shit or dump bodies. Return home, drink, sleep and repeat. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually got a decent night's sleep. Your body was constantly exhausted. Your muscles were screaming at you but your brain was constantly running, like one of those stupid energizer bunny commercials from the past. You hated that stupid bunny.

It was early one morning. 4:00 A.M probably, but no one actually kept track of the time anymore. Your restless slumber was disturbed by your bedroom door slowly opening. You kept your knife tucked under your pillow constantly. The sound of your door creaking open was enough for you to grasp your knife to your chest before you shot up from under the coarse covers. You were absolutely ready to fuck up whoever was coming into your space.

A sense of relief mixed with annoyance washed over your features when you saw it was just Joel. His brooding height leaned against your doorframe was enough to make you roll your eyes. Did this man ever not look intimidating?

“Jesus fuck, Joel. You couldn’t have knocked? Given me some form of a warning?” You whispered while tucking your knife back under your pillow.

His expression was amused and even in the dark, you could tell this mother fucker was smirking.

“Sorry about that doll, you’re just a little too easy to sneak up on. You had me for a second there thinkin that you were gonna stick me. Would have been an awful fuckin start to my mornin.” He rasped, his voice was still thick with sleep and his hair was a fluffy mess on his head. Not that you were paying attention to those details. Damn him.

“Yeah, and for a split second I was thinking of sticking you. That’s why we knock. So you don’t end up with a knife buried in your chest, asshole.” You muttered the last part out as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up.

“Alright, smart ass. Next time I'll remember to knock.” He was still leaning against the door frame, arms crossed against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah sure you will. I’ll believe it when I see it.” You grabbed your hoodie from the floor and threw it on before attempting to fix the mess that was your bed head. Using a worn hair tie on your wrist, you pulled it into a ponytail.

“What kinda psycho is up at this early hour anyway?” You asked. Looking over at him as you pulled your hair back.

“The kinda psycho that I apparently am. It ain’t even that early.”

You scoffed then. “Pretty fuckin early to me. Now my real question is, what are you doing in my room at this hour?”

He shrugged then, clearing his throat as he spoke. “Well, couldn’t really sleep. Thought about how I promised you that I’d teach ya how to properly shoot. Figured there's no time like the present.”

“Huh. So that was your first thought that came to mind when you couldn’t sleep?”

“Guess so. Anyway, ‘nough of the chit chat. Get your shoes and coat and grab the gun I gave you.” His tone was not a suggestion. It was a demand and frankly, it was too early to be dealing with his bullshit.

“Sir yes sir.” You mocked his tone then, giving him a sarcastic solute.

“You're hilarious doll, really. Drop the smart act. We don’t have time for that shit today.” He turned on his heel then, leaving your open doorway and walked down the hall.

Your immediate reaction was to flip him off, naturally. Grumbling to yourself you grabbed your backpack, your gun and your knife and threw on your boots. The last thing you grabbed was your thick coat. You could already feel the cold air nipping at your skin.

Joel was waiting for you outside the apartment door. He had a travel thermos for you, filled with coffee. The familiar smell hit your senses immediately and you appreciated the small gesture. Closing the door behind you, you grabbed the thermos from him before taking a sip, letting the warm liquid seep into you. The QZ coffee was shit but it got the job done.

“Thanks. Wouldn’t survive the morning without this stuff.”

He looked at you for a moment then before he took a sip of his own.

“Oh trust me, I know. You’d be intolerable without this shit.”

You gave him a light punch to the shoulder then, it was a playful one.

“Yeah and you’re still a grumpy asshole with or without it.” You brushed past him then, quietly heading down the stairs. You could hear him mutter under his breath about your comment and you grinned to yourself as his footsteps followed yours.

Once you were both outside the apartment, Joel instinctively walked ahead of you. Always feeling like he needed to protect you. It was in his nature. You took the back alleys together, ducking in dark corners as you moved silently. There would only be a handful of Fedra soldiers out at this hour, but it still wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught.

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The sun was just beginning to peek in the horizon as you neared the hole in the perimeter fence. Your coffee had gone cold at this point. Joel had stood over you, pulling back the torn fence so you could slip through first. He waited, looking around for any signs of movement and when he deemed it was safe, he slipped through the fence without another glance.

The silence between you was comfortable as you walked towards the nearby woods. It was a 5 mile walk to the deepest part of the woods. No one would find either of you there and in a sense, it was peaceful. You had shared a bit of jerky during the walk. It wasn’t much for breakfast but it would have to do. You’d kill for some proper eggs and bacon. Maybe in another universe, you thought.

Joel had wrapped up what was left of the jerky and stuffed it back into his coat pocket. You were surrounded by tall evergreens on every side. They were lightly dusted with freshly fallen snow. The scenery was beautiful, and eerie at the same time.

“You sure no one's gonna find us out here?”

“Nope. Been comin out here for years with no problems. You’ve got nothin to worry about, doll. Trust me.”

Letting out a sigh then you set your bag down on a nearby stump along with your now empty thermos.

“Alright, fine. I trust you but if a clicker comes out of those trees..”

He chuckled then, shaking his head slightly as he finished off what was left of his coffee.

“We’re in the middle of the fuckin woods. Most we’ll see out here is a few deer. No clickers. You’re safe.” His reassurance that you were in fact safe out here was enough for you to un tense your shoulders slightly. You’d always be on alert though. You didn’t have much of a choice; not in this world.

He continued then, setting his bag down next to yours.

“You brought the gun, right?”

“You think I'd come all this way with you, just to not bring the gun with me?” You smirked slightly, unzipping your bag and pulled out the revolver.

“What did I say about ditchin that fuckin smart mouth of yours huh?” His eyebrow was raised and his jaw was clenched slightly as he looked at you.

“Oh shit man, I’m terribly sorry. You see, my smart fuckin mouth is kinda a part of me. It’s permanent. Meaning, it’s not going anywhere.”

“No fuckin shit, sherlock. I know what permanent means.”

It was your turn to smirk now. It was easy to fall into banter with him and you secretly, but not-so secretly enjoyed it.

“Mhm. I was just checkin.”

He let out a huff then. You were insufferable sometimes but he liked the fact that you could keep up with him. In fact, he enjoyed these moments with you. It made him feel all the more human. You were that constant breath of fresh air for him. Better than any liquor, or opioid he could get his hands on.

“Alright. Enough of that. You remember the grip I showed you the last time?” He asked.

“Sure do. You were pretty serious about it, if I remember correctly.”

“Good. Now show me so that I know that you ain’t bluffing.” He had his arms crossed over his chest again, waiting for you to confirm that you weren’t faking it.

You held the gun outwards with both hands. Your grip was firm but from his angle, you looked a bit stiff. “See? I’m a good listener after all.”

“Relax your arms. You’re fuckin stiff and when that kicks-back its gonna go right into your face. What did I say about–”

You cut him off then. “Thumb over my thumb, left hand squeezes down on the right.” You looked over at him then, your eyebrow raised almost as if you were challenging him.

“You gonna do the teachin here or am I?” He walked over to you then, coming up alongside you before he reached out and grabbed your arms, the fast movement caused you to stiffen more.

His lips were at the shell of your ear now and his hands were gentle. “Relax.” He whispered. “Just relax, Gwen. You’re stiffer than a fuckin board right now.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine from his lips nearly touching the thin skin on your ear. For a moment, the close proximity of his body to yours had your head spinning. ‘Focus, Gwen.’ you told yourself in your head. ‘Get your fuckin shit together.’ You relaxed your shoulders slightly, allowing him to push your arms down so that there was a slight bend. His hands were on yours then, rough skin on soft. He adjusted your grip slightly then before he moved his hands off of yours. Just when you thought you were out of the woods, you felt his hands on your waist and despite the biting cold, your skin was on fire from his touch.

“Straighten your back a bit. Yeah, just like that. Good girl.” You could feel his smirk against your ear. This motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing.

You straightened your posture then and waited for his hands to move from your sides but they didn’t.

“Are you fuckin tryin to distract me right now Miller?”

“Nope. I don’t have to try and do that. You just allow me to get in your head.”

You took a deep breath then, cocking your neck to the side slightly as you bit down on your growing frustration. Did he really have to be this close to you?

“Shut up.”

He moved your legs a few steps to the right with his knees and the movement caught you by surprise. You felt like fucking bambi on ice with how easy he was able to maneuver you. It sent brief flashbacks from how he effortlessly threw you on your bed not that long ago. ‘Focus Gwen.’

Joel knew exactly what he was doing. Toying with you was easy and although he knew he was crossing into some dangerous territory, he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He liked that he had this effect on you, up until his own brain was screaming at him to focus and get his own shit together.

He moved his hands from your waist then, letting his fingertips drag against the outer layer of your coat before he took a step back, allowing you to feel like you could breathe again.

“Now, you see that tree over there? There's a bare spot right in the middle of it. Think you’re good enough to hit it?”

Your eyes shifted to the tree he was focused on, zoning in on your target.

“Yeah, sure. Easy peasy.”

“Alright, rookie. Need you to take a deep breath in. Squeeze the trigger, not all the way. Breathe out and release.”

You listened to his words then. Taking a deep breath in, you lightly applied pressure to the trigger. Not enough to set it off. When you released your breath, you pressed down all the way and listened to the deafening crack of the bullet being released. You were feeling cocky and expected to hit your target on the first try. Instead, the bullet had whizzed past the target and into some nearby evergreens. missed.

You were silently simmering in your humility and Joel was going to take full opportunity to pick on you for it.

“What was that you said just now? Somethin easy peasy?”

Your jaw clenched then as you bit down on your vile words.

“Alright, big shot. Why don’t you show me how it’s properly done then?” You handed the revolver off to him then, standing off to the side.

“Alright, but you’re just askin for humiliation on yourself doll.”

“Just shut the fuck up and hit the fucking tree, Joel.”

“Feisty. Shoulda gotten you more coffee.” He mused before gripping the gun, just like he showed you. His movements were far more natural than yours. It was all muscle memory at this point for him. A second later and another crack. Joel’s bullet landed right in the middle of the target, sending shards of bark flying into the untouched snow.

He turned to you then, an undeniable smirk on his face as he handed you the gun back, leaning in slightly as he spoke.

“Easy Peasy.” his tone was cocky and it sent your blood boiling.

You were left speechless.

For the next hour, Joel had you practice hitting the target. He didn’t care that you were wasting precious ammo. If you were going to go on smuggling runs with him and Tess, you were going to need to use a weapon outside of your knife. The last thing he wanted was for you to get injured just because you weren’t comfortable with firearms.

“Alright, doll. One more time and then we’ll move on. You’re almost there just need to think about not being so stiff and breathe, for fuck sakes. The enemy is gonna lay one on you before you even have the chance to pull the trigger.”

He was sitting on the stump then, chewing on another piece of jerky as he watched you.

You were determined to hit this fucking tree. You had to prove to yourself that you could do this. All you wanted was to get in on the action. Fuck up some infected and feel like you actually held a purpose in Joel’s life. You listened to every word he said. Remembering to loosen up and breathe. Eye on the target, ‘breathe.’

You took a deep breath, pressing down on the trigger lightly and on the exhale, you released it. Listening to the crack of the bullet as you watched it soar through the air, smacking into the chipped away bark. You had finally hit your target. A sense of pride and relief washed over you in that moment as you turned towards Joel.

“Atta girl.” His lips were upturned slightly as he looked at you.

You gave him a little playful bow then, your boots crunching in the snow as you walked over to the stump he was sitting on and plopped down beside him, nearly pushing his broad form in the snow.

Joel gave you a disapproving look, his eyes lowered as he grumbled. “You really can be fuckin intolerable when you wanna be, doll.”

“I know.” There was a sense of smugness in your voice. It just naturally came out when it was just you and Joel. “Anyway, you kept your promise to teach me how to shoot and now I will do the honors in teaching you how to properly wield a knife.”

“You think for a second I don’t know how to use a knife?” His eyebrow was raised in your direction.

“Oh I don’t doubt that you can use one. The real question is, how good are you really?”

“Guess we’re about to find out.” He offered you the last bit of jerky before he slowly stood up, pulling his combat knife out of his bag, flipping it a couple times in his hand.

You had a feeling that in the next few minutes, you would be forced to eat your words.

Joel loved to see you in your natural element. Right off the bat he observed that you were far more confident with a blade in your grasp. Your posture significantly changed, hell, your entire demeanor had gone and done a complete 180, right before his very eyes. He wanted to see what you were made of. Were you as lethal as you made yourself out to be? How many people had you killed to survive? He wondered.

Joel was far too focused on you to even hear your instructions. He was off in a completely fucking different universe and it was all your fault. You had taken notice when he didn’t respond right away and you rolled your eyes, feeling slightly disrespected. To get his attention, you wasted no time to hurl your blade at the targeted tree. The tip of the blade was embedded in the same spot where Joel’s bullet had previously struck true. The sound of your blade hitting the bark, knocked him out of his trance and had him blinking a few times. Cursing under his breath but you couldn’t make out his words.

“Are you even fuckin listening to a word I just said man?” Your tone was sharp and full of annoyance. Shaking your head you walked over to the tree, the snow crunching beneath your boots and you grasped your blade, yanking it from the dry bark and walked back over to him.

“Zoned out for a minute there.”

“Wow, you don’t fuckin say. Pay attention, Joel. I’m not gonna repeat myself twice.”

His fingers flexed over his own knife. You really did have quite the mouth on you and for someone so petite, your words packed a solid punch. “Easy now, Doll.”

You gave him a look then. Your eyes boring into his for a moment and you both waited to see who would break the tension. You were challenging one another, silently. Who was the weaker one and who would hold their ground. Joel found your stare on him to be just the right amount of intimidating and he found himself casting his eyes away from yours, clearing his throat quietly.

You had won this round, for now.

“As I was saying..” You continued with your instructions and this time, he made damn well sure to listen. He found himself glancing at your lips as they moved. He couldn’t help himself, really. You were truly an enigma in his eyes. A mystery wrapped up with the biggest fucking attitude he had ever encountered.

You showed him the proper position. Where, and how he should stand. You adjusted his grip, made a comment about his posture being wrong. You were right there, invading his senses. Just the brush of your fingers across his covered arm was enough to have him sweating. You damn well knew what you were doing, you had to.

He watched you carefully then as if he was the prey and you were the predator. Oh, how the tables had turned.

“Breathe out nice and slow when you release it. Don’t fight against it either. The blade is a part of you, Joel.” Your tone was too soft for his liking, your breath could be felt against his cold cheek and he gritted his teeth together, his jaw clenching.

“Yeah alright, think I got it from here, doll.”

You smirked then knowing that you had gotten under his skin just the slightest. You rattled him. Taking a step back, you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a slight nod.

Joel focused back on his target, zoning in on it and like the mother fucker he was, he threw his knife like he had done this 1000 times as well. Joel knew what he was doing but having you think you were teaching him, was the highlight of his day. The tip of his blade struck the chipped away bark with a thud and he looked over at you, smugly.

“You mother fucker.”

“Easy peasy.” He quipped back.

“I can’t believe you right now. What is there that you can’t fucking do?”

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment wanting you to believe he was bluffing. “Can’t think of anythin. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”

“You’re un-fucking believeable Miller.”

“Oh, I know. I absolutely am.”

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Joel had decided to teach you a few combat moves. He wanted to get back at you for rattling him and this was the perfect opportunity. He didn’t think about how you were far quicker than him. You blocked his punches easily and you hit back twice as hard. Now it was easy for him to believe that you were lethal, without a doubt. You could tell he was beginning to tire by his staggered breaths, his knees were for sure going to give out soon, his punches at you were becoming un-calculated and sloppy.

Bingo.

Joel felt his legs getting kicked out underneath him before he had the chance to catch himself. His back hit the snow with a soft thud. He hadn’t even had the chance to pull himself up before you were on top of him, pinning him down with your weight. The tip of your blade was held dangerously close to the artery in his neck and his wrists were pinned above his head. How the hell did he end up here? He had no clue.

You leaned down towards him then, hair falling around your face and you had that wild look in your eye. Something about you in that moment was so feral. So lethal. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears from the close proximity. You had this man absolutely fucking stunned, and at your mercy.

“Do you yield?” There was a playful edge to your tone. You were enjoying this, getting back at him for all the times he got under your skin.

Joel let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He looked up at you, taking notice of the flush in your cheeks, from the cold most likely but maybe, also from him. He took notice of how close your blade was to his throat. Your other hand holding down his wrists and your thighs pressing down on his hips.

He didn’t respond. He instead took charge of the situation again, having no trouble freeing his wrists from your hold and pushing his weight against you. Your knife was yanked from your grip in a flash and tossed into the snow. He had you pinned beneath him now. His body was looming over yours, his breath heavy and he had your wrists pinned on either side of your head. Your legs were trapped between his and you couldn’t even move if you tried.

He leaned down then, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You hesitated, doll. Now you’re dead. You can never let the enemy have the upper hand.”

Joel had you at his mercy now and he watched as your chest rose and fell. Your breath came out in sharp puffs. “You’re a fucking dick Miller. Fuck you.”

He chuckled then enjoying the fact that despite you and him both knowing that this little game was over, you were still resilient, still feisty and absolutely too stubborn to admit defeat.

“That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed one day Gwen.”

You scoffed. Twisting your wrists in his firm grasp to see if there was any chance of freeing them but he had you good.

“It’s gonna do a hell of a lot more than just get me killed, Miller.”

He was silent then, staring down at you like you were a caged animal, and he was the spectator. You both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak. To do anything. He thought about kissing you. Your lips were so close he could nearly taste them. An illicit affair in the snow, now that would be something.

The weight of his body on yours was no longer present. Your wrists were freed and you finally felt like you could breathe again as you quickly sat up, reaching for your knife and tucked it back into the holster around your hips. Joel had outstretched his hand for you and you grabbed it as he hauled you up from the snow.

You were both silent as you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Time had passed and the sky was beginning to grow dark. You had been out there for hours. On the way back to the QZ, you both had stolen glances. The tension was thick but neither party tried to cut through it. Some words were better left unspoken. You both had felt it though. The gravitational pull towards one another. After today, it was undeniably there.

Neither you, nor Joel had won this round.

CHAPTER 8:

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sweet as sugar 💘

part one / part two / part three / part five

pairing: lee bodecker x reader

warnings: 18+ only. a whole lotta fluff and a whole lotta smut. unprotected sex. reader gets a little sick.. i don’t think there’s anything else, but if you feel something should be tagged that i didn’t mention, please let me know!

words: 6.4k

notes: i love them so much 🥺 i hope you guys like this as much as i do. it’s super fluffy but they’re so cute. part five is basically completely lined out, and has been for like a year lol, i just need to fill it in properly now that part three and four are finished. get your fill of fluff now bc part five is a little more angsty.. but it’ll be good i swear 😚 anyway! as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome, i’d love to know what you think. i hope you guys like it and thank you for reading and reblogging 🥰

A little over an hour later, you were surprised by Lee pulling into his own driveway. You turned to him from your seat and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You forget something?” you asked.

“No. I told you I was taking you to dinner, didn’t I?”

“You said you had reservations at a restaurant,” you laughed.

“I do. Table for 2 at The Sheriff’s Abode,” he said with a smirk.

“The Sheriff’s Abode, huh? Never heard of it. How’s the reviews?”

“5 stars. I eat here almost every night,” he replied as he got out of the cruiser and helped you after him.

You laughed again and shook your head at him - following behind as he led you to his front door. You found yourself nervously chewing your lip as he stood there unlocking it. You hadn’t actually been to his place before. Sure, you had planned to go there on multiple occasions, but considering yours was closer to the station than Lee’s house, you just always ended up there instead. As he pushed the door open and ushered you inside, you took your time looking around. It was a big house. A lot bigger than you had imagined it to be. The living room off to the side had an olive green sofa against the back wall and a sitting chair in the same style to the right of it, with a recliner to the left that was angled in the direction of the television that was on a stand against the wall opposite the furniture. And a coffee table, too, with an ashtray and a small candy dish filled with a mix of candies. Your heart warmed at that. You knew how much Lee enjoyed his sweets, but there was more to it, knowing that they helped curb his desire to drink, had helped him kick the habit. Sure some could say it was switching one bad habit for another, but you knew better.

He didn't let his indulgences get the best of him anymore. You remember when you first started working at the station, everytime you walked into his office to give him something, be it messages, or files, or just another cup of coffee, there would be candy wrappers scattered around his desk and his trash can would be full of them by the end of the day. Now, though, he’d had the same dish of hard candies on his desk for the past month and hardly remembered they were there half the time. Instead of trying to drown his problems in a bottle or distracting himself with desserts, he was a lot better about talking about his issues and not letting them eat at him. Now he wasn’t perfect, but he was better. And you assured him you’d always be a shoulder for him to lean on. In general he just seemed like he was happier..and that made you happy, too.

As you continued looking around, you admired how neat and well kept everything was. As you entered the kitchen just beyond the living room, you found it much the same.

Everything had a place and there wasn’t even a dirty dish in the sink. You turned to Lee as you spoke, “Wow. Is it always this neat or did you tidy up just for me?”

“I try to keep the place clean, really there’s not much to clean around here anywhere. When I’m not at the station or on patrol, I’m with you. I get home, eat dinner, get ready for bed, sleep, get up for work, head to the station and do it all again,” he said while he took ingredients out of his fridge and cabinets. “Though I will admit, I did make sure everything looked nice before I left this morning. Gotta make sure I leave you with a good impression of the house, seeing as you’re gonna be around here more often now,”

“Oh, am I?” you quipped.

“Every chance I get to have you here, I’m gonna take,” he stated as he turned to look at you. “You can look around, if you want. Bathroom is upstairs and the dining room is just across from the living room. You can get comfortable,” he told you as he moved to wash his hands in the kitchen sink that you were standing next to, “Won’t be too long before this is done,” he finished.

“I will absolutely look around, but I can do that after. I can help you make dinner,” you offered but Lee simply shook his head.

“No, darlin’. You’ve been in the kitchen long enough since Thursday. You get the day off, I wanna make something for you this time,” he insisted as he gently pushed you out of the kitchen and into the living area again, “I trust you’ll find your way back here, but I’ll come find you when it’s ready if you don’t,” you stopped and almost turned around to ask if there was anything you could do to help, but he spoke again before you got a word out, “Table’s already set so don’t even ask,” he finished with a playful slap to your bottom that caused you to let out a small squeak.

“Lee,” you gasped, smoothing down the skirt of your dress as you turned to him, causing him to chuckle.

“Sorry, sugar. Couldn’t help myself,” he said lustfully as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. “I love you being here, in my house. Feels right,” he said as he looked down at you. You responded by leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips.

“Anywhere feels right with you,” you whispered. You felt him squeeze you a little tighter before he let you go and spun you around.

“Go on, darlin’. And you can turn on the tv if you get bored. This won’t take long,” he said again.

“Alright, alright. I’m going. Don’t get mad at me if you catch me snooping through your things. You’ve brought this upon yourself now,” you said as you walked toward the staircase leading to the second level. Lee didn’t say anything, you just heard him laugh in response.

After a few minutes passed and he was sure you were distracted upstairs, Lee went out to his car and grabbed the overnight bag he packed for you, along with the basket of apples you had left on the seat. He thought if you heard him going out, you’d assume he was just getting that anyway and wouldn’t think anything of it. He was relieved to not find you waiting for him when he came back inside and went to set your bag down on the chair next to the sofa before returning to the kitchen where he placed the basket. Before he could really get started on making anything, though, he heard you coming back down the stairs.

You went through each room. There were two spare bedrooms down the hall upstairs, and of course the master bedroom where Lee slept. It was very well kept and smelled just like him. You couldn’t deny that you felt at home, though that didn’t surprise you at all. You sat on his bed and imagined what it would be like to fall asleep there with Lee holding you in his arms. Then your mind wandered to what it would feel like to be there beneath Lee…making you his again and again. You quickly got up and squeezed your thighs together while smoothing the skirt of your dress again. You couldn’t think about that right now. Lee was trying to impress and take care of you, going out of his way to make you a lovely dinner, while welcoming you into his home for the first time and here you were just fantasizing about him laying you down and taking you apart. Shame on you, you chided yourself. You’re acting like a horny teenager, you need to get yourself together. You looked into the mirror attached to his dresser and attempted to collect yourself before walking back downstairs. As you walked down the very last step, Lee came around the corner.

“Hi,” you breathed, looking briefly surprised at his abrupt appearance as you greeted him where he stood directly in front of you. You found yourself gazing into his bright blue eyes and almost immediately lost any semblance of self control you had tried to latch onto just a minute previous.

“Found anything interesting up there?” he asked jokingly.

“Well… that comfy looking bed certainly caught my eye,” you said suggestively as you stared up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer so that you were against his chest.

Warm, he was always so warm. You smiled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return and then pulled back to look at him, his gaze boring into your own.

“Did it now?” he smirked.

“Mhm. Looked big enough to roll around in, too..”

“Well that’s a theory I’d love to test out with you, sugar,” he said as he leaned down to catch your lips in his. You stood there a minute just kissing, losing yourselves in one another before you started to pull back and turn to tug him up the stairs with you. He gently grabbed your arms before pulling you back to face him.

“After I make you dinner, pretty girl,” he chuckled, earning him a pout from you in return.

You huffed, “Or you can just make dinner after and… have me right now,”

“Such a needy little thing, ain’t cha,”

“Just for you, Sheriff,’ you simpered as you stared up at him. You could tell you were winning him over, and from the way his pupils dilated when you brushed up even closer against him, your chest firmly against his, you knew he was going to give in.

And Lee would always give in to you. All he ever wanted to do since meeting you was make you happy. Anything you could ask for, he would give you. You already had all of his heart. He was entirely consumed by you. He was desperately in love with you. So, dinner be damned, he thought. He didn’t want to wait any longer, especially with you standing in front of him, looking at him the way you did, willingly giving yourself to him to take as he pleased. And he’d give the same to you in return. Always.

He groaned when your hand brushed the front of his pants, his noticeable bulge growing at your gentle touch and the mere thought of you naked on his bed for him.

“Hell, you know I can’t deny you when you look at me so pretty, babydoll. Go head back up, I’ll be right behind you,” he said before kissing you again, letting himself get a little more rough with you before letting you go as you bit your lip lightly and watched him back away to head back to the kitchen. You felt excited as you turned and headed straight for his bedroom.

Lee worked quickly throwing all the food that needed to be put back in the fridge away before he grabbed your bag off the couch and brought it upstairs with him, dropping it by the bedroom door before he made his way inside. His heart clenched in his chest at the sight he was greeted with when he pushed the door open.

You had stripped and laid yourself down on his bed, clad only in your bra and panties. He unconsciously licked along his bottom lip as he drank you in.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you beckoned him closer.

“You gonna join me, Sheriff?” you asked demurely.

He was on you in the blink of an eye, his weight pushing you into the bed as he found your lips, kissing you fervently. The sight of you all laid out for him on his bed was making him near feral. His lips trailed down your neck as you mewled at his touches, his hands sliding down your sides before snaking around your back to unclasp your bra. Once he removed the garment, his attention was all on your full breasts. He took one of your nipples into his hot mouth and suckled on the bud while his hand played with your other, squeezing your breast, kneading it in his large hand before he let go of the breast in his mouth and delivered the same attention to the other. Light gasps and mewls were tumbling from your lips as your hands ran through his short hair.

“Lee,” you moaned when he sucked hard at your pert nipple, teeth grazing your delicate skin. You started pulling at his shirt, urging him to get undressed with you. He took his pullover off, but then went right back to attacking your skin with his lips. It took longer than you would have liked for him to focus on getting the rest of his clothes off, but you couldn’t deny enjoying the way he continued showering you in kisses and love bites in the meanwhile.

Finally, he rid himself of his pants quickly while you worked at unbuttoning his shirt before he took over and removed it completely. You tugged again at his undershirt, wanting it off, too. Soon you were both in only your underwear as your lips returned to his, you pulling him back down on top of you, hands wandering each other's bodies like it was the first time all over again. You’d never get enough of him, you swore it.

You felt his cock against you, hard and hot, and sticky you realized. Looking down, you saw he was leaking precum onto his stomach and yours as the head of his cock was sticking out of his briefs. You grabbed at the briefs and tugged them down, allowing his cock to spring free. You moaned at the sight of him.

“Like what you see, sugar?” he grinned, causing you to giggle in return as you brought your hand down to stroke him gently, all the while nodding in response.

“It’s all yours,” he breathed headily, squeezing his eyes tight at the pressure you were applying while you twisted your hand around his length. He was holding himself above you before he moved to sit on his haunches, the movement not interrupting your own as you sat up with him.

“Lay down, darlin’,” he instructed as he removed your hand from around his cock while you huffed, going to argue, you decided against it when he shot a look your way telling you you’d better just listen. You swallowed hard and laid back down on the bed. His hands trailed from your breasts, down your sides lightly tickling you as they did until he landed on your hips. He traced the laced lined hem of your panties before you lifted your hips to help him get them down as he pulled them off of you completely, humming in pleasure as he spread your legs open to find you wet and ready for him. He couldn’t help himself from getting a taste of you, his favorite sweet. As his lips kissed your wet sex, you moaned out at the delicious feeling. His tongue slipped out past his lips as he took hold of your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he licked through your delicate folds. He was having the time of his life devouring you as you whimpered and whined and writhed around from the pleasure he was giving you, your hands holding him ever closer as you began to move against him. His nose was nudging at your clit while he ate you out like a man starved before he slipped two thick fingers into you, making you gasp out at the unexpected stimulation. While he continued lapping at you, massaging you with his fingers, hitting just the right spot, you were becoming more and more of a mess for him, pleas and moans of his name tumbling from your lips as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. The moment his sweet lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, he had you seeing stars as you came on his fingers that continued coaxing you through your orgasm, his mouth still sucking at your bundle of nerves, not leaving you until he was thoroughly satisfied.

“Oh, Lee,” you nearly cried, tugging him back on top of you. He followed your movements and as he leaned over you and brought his lips back to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

“You’re so good, Lee. So good,” you panted out your praise while he continued kissing everywhere he could.

Your thighs were spread wide around him as your hands clutched at his built back and you found yourself getting impatient as you rolled your hips up to signal your want. He hissed at the contact against his heavy cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart. So impatient. Don’t you worry, baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” he told you, voice thick with lust.

You let your hands trail up and down his back while he kissed down your neck once more. He pulled back, smirking at you while you stared at him, your need clear on your face, eyes begging for him. He grabbed his cock and moved it up and down your dripping pussy, teasing your clit with his tip while you whined more. He tsked at you when your leg twitched and you tried to wiggle your hips to get more friction, moving his hand to hold you still.

“I just told you I’m gonna give you what you need, didn’t I?” he asked, voice even deeper now.

You didn’t answer at first, just staring at him with your mouth slight agape.

“Didn’t I?” he repeated himself, sending a thrill through you as he spoke so authoritatively.

“Yes, Sheriff, you did,” you ekked out.

“Then why do you keep fuckin fidgiting?” he growled as his grip on your hip got tighter. You whimpered before you forced yourself to respond.

“‘M sorry, Sheriff,”

“You gonna be my good girl, now, aren’tcha, darlin’,” he asked, though it wasn’t so much a question as an order and it set you alight.

“Yes, I’ll be good, Lee, I promise,” you breathed out while lightly running your nails down his back. He leaned back down and kissed you, passionately, though you could feel his tenderness running through as he released his hold on your hip and instead ghosted his fingers down your thighs.

“Good girl,” he praised against your lips. You keened at the praise and couldn’t hide your smile as you took in his words.

You watched as he lined himself up at your entrance before he used his free hand to get you to look back up at his face, holding eye contact with you as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. Your mouths both fell open at the feeling before he leaned down and kissed you again, soft and deep, as he pulled back out to the tip, before sliding right back in your snug walls. Your breath hitched as he moved a little faster, his soft belly pressing against your own as he leaned over you, pushing your thighs up while he put his weight against you as he continued to thrust in you. His breath was heavy and each time he moaned, you felt yourself squeeze his cock in response, his noises turning you on even more.

As he held your thighs, your own hands clutched at the sheets beneath you while you moaned out. His every thrust stimulating your clit and g-spot simultaneously. You couldn’t escape the onslaught of pleasure he was giving you and you didn’t want to. You moved your hand down to rub your clit while Lee rocked into you.

“Fuck, sugar, you got me aboutta burst,” he groaned as he hit into you deeper with every stroke as his hips continued grinding against you.

“I’m gonna come, Lee. Oh, you’re gonna make me come,” you cried beneath him.

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my cock while you come all over me,” he panted. You didn’t need to hear anything else, the moment he told you to let go, you felt your walls tighten even more around his length as you cried out a “fuck”, your second orgasm of the night hitting you like a freight train, completely taking over you and your senses.

The tightening of your slick walls around him had him losing himself in your pussy. After a few more thrusts, your name, intermingled with curses, was falling from his lips as he came as deep as he could get himself inside of you. He rode out both of your highs before he slowly pulled out of you, groaning at the feeling and the sight of his come leaking from you as you whined at the loss of him filling you. He once again leaned over you, your body clearly spent, as he held your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly yet fervently. He only pulled away when you were both out of breath.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he breathed against your cheek as he nuzzled against you for a second before he got up off the bed.

You watched him move to the bathroom as you caught your breath, looking around your eyes landed on the nightstand next to the bed, noticing a frame you hadn’t realized was there earlier. You sat up and reached over to get a better look at it. Your eyes widened at the sight, your hand coming up to cover your mouth before you grabbed it off the stand. In the black frame was a picture that had been taken at the station of you and Lee. You were both laughing as he sat on the side of your desk and you were looking up at him from your chair, admiration clear on your face as his eyes were squinted from the happiness spread across his face as he looked back at you. You had never seen that picture before, you had no idea it even existed. But it was now your favorite picture to ever exist. Lee walked back in the room and saw you looking at the photo.

“Vera took that at the office party the other month. She was gonna put it up in the break room with the others, but I convinced her to let me have it,” he smiled. “I was gonna show you but I knew you’d want to keep it and, you know I’m a selfish bastard, I wanted to have it here, to see you smiling like that every morning I get up and every night before I go to bed,” he continued.

You turned to him with tears in your eyes, laughing lightly.

“You’re not selfish, Lee,” you shook your head at him, admonishing him lightly. “But you are right,” you smiled. “I would’ve taken it for myself, too.”

He climbed back on the bed, taking the frame from your hand and putting it back in it’s place before he gently pushed you to lie back down.

“Thought I told you not to move,” he spoke quietly against your cheek before kissing you gently.

“Sorry,” you hummed as you fought a smile while he moved back between your legs, and you finally took notice of the washcloth he had in his hand.

Gently, he cleaned you up, treating you with such care, you felt like a princess in his bed, your hands playing in his hair as he kneeled in front of you. When he was done, he helped you up and as you got off the bed, he stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you melted into him, your head reclining against his solid chest as you placed your hands atop his, just enjoying his comfort as he nuzzled into your neck before letting you go. You smiled as you continued into the bathroom, relieving yourself and washing up before you returned to the room.

You weren’t sure what time it was, but the sky was dark from what you could tell from behind the curtains. Though you really didn’t want to, you knew you should probably be getting home soon. Lee had slept over at your place before, but you had never slept at his, or any man’s house, for that matter. And you weren’t prepared to stay the night either. You didn’t have anything with you. It’d be best just to get home and see Lee tomorrow, you thought begrudgingly.

“Why’re you sulking, doll?” Lee asked worriedly.

“‘M not,” you said as he pulled you back on the bed with him, wrapping his arms around you.

“‘S not what your face is sayin,” he prodded. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, it’s getting late, isn’t it. I should probably be leavin soon,” you muttered.

“You wanna leave?” he asked, sounding hurt.

“I didn’t say that,” you responded swiftly. “And I don’t… just seems like the next logical step would be for me to go home.”

“I think the next logical step would be to get your pajamas on while I order us a pizza before we get ready for bed,” he argued.

You smiled at the thought, “That’d be nice, wouldn’t it,” you laughed. “Too bad I don’t have any sleepwear,” you said as if it was obvious.

“Don’t you?” he asked before he got up and walked to his door, grabbing your bag off the floor. You stared perplexed as he brought the bag to you and opened it up, pulling out your pajamas and handing them to you as you stared stupidly at the clothes.

“When did-?” you began to question before he answered you, knowing what you were going to say.

“When you were getting ready this morning. I told you I had this day all planned out,” he smiled.

“You planned out getting me naked in your bed, Sheriff?” you asked, pretending to be scandalized.

He laughed at you as he went in to kiss you sweetly, “I love you,” he smiled against your lips as he spoke without really thinking. You froze as he pulled away, clearly he hadn’t realized what he had said.

“What’d you say?” you rasped, grabbing his hand before he pulled away completely, eyes searching his looking for some sort of recognition in them.

He looked at you a moment, before he realized what he said, looking down at your hand in his, squeezing it before he looked back up at you.

“I was gonna wait for a better moment to tell you that,” he breathed.

“Say it again,” you whispered.

He looked you in the eyes, gazing adoringly at you as you were both still at your most vulnerable.

“I love you,” he said as he leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands went to his face, pulling him to you as you kissed him, pouring every once of love you had for him into it.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips, voice nearly breaking as you teared up again..the third time that day, you realized. Normally, you weren’t so emotional, but lately you kinda felt like you were all over the place. You didn’t overthink it, though. This was an emotional moment, you were allowed to cry. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him as he did the same, discarding the bag of your things back on the floor, your pajamas following suit as you rolled on the sheets with him, giggling now.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to say that to you,” he said.

“I think I have some idea,” you smiled before nuzzling into his chest as he held you close.

“Would you mind staying the night with me, darlin’? I meant what I said earlier. I want to see you every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep.”

“I’d like nothing more,” you nodded as you moved up to kiss his cheek, moving your leg to lay across his torso as you leaned up further to take his lips in yours again. “I love you so much, Lee,” you sighed as you rested your head against his. His hand gripped your thigh that was laying on him as he kissed your temple. “I love you more,” he swore quietly.

Your stomach growled suddenly, causing you both to laugh. “You said something about ordering a pizza,” you smiled sheepishly.

A little while later found you eating a slice of pizza, cozy in your warm pajamas while Lee got changed upstairs. You and Lee couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves when you were waiting for the food to be delivered and that resulted in you having another round of sex, this one even sweeter and gentler than before. When you were both beyond satisfied, you decided to just get in the shower together, the both of you sweaty from the day's activities anyway. After drying off, you found your pjs and got dressed. When the knock came downstairs, you were a little preoccupied with Lee’s cock down your throat. You had no explanation as to why, but you had just been so needy and horny lately, you couldn’t help yourself. Luckily, you had put your pajamas on before you had dropped to your knees before Lee as you interrupted him getting his own on. He handed you the money from his wallet that you’d need to pay the delivery man and you made your way downstairs to get the food after you wiped your face clean.

Lee finally joined you and after you both finished eating, you made your way back upstairs. Lee had a toothbrush for you and your heart leaped at the thought he had put into tonight, making sure you’d have everything you’d need and that you were comfortable.

When you were both ready for bed, you nestled up to him under the covers while he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“This is nice,” you commented in the comfortable quiet.

“This is perfect,” he murmured in return, squeezing you a little tighter. “God, I love you, angel,” he spoke, his exhaustion evident in his voice.

“I love you more,” you swore, your voice thick with sleep as well. You felt him kiss your forehead lovingly, his hands rubbing your back soothingly before you finally fell asleep in his warm embrace.

The turning of your stomach woke you up, and you crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Lee up as you did. You rushed to the bathroom as soon as your feet touched the cold ground, shutting the door quietly before you threw the lid of the toilet up. After your stomach was empty and you were sure you were done being sick, wiping your forehead and trying to calm your heaving throat you flushed and went to the sink, washing your hands before throwing some water on your face. It must have been the pizza, you told yourself. You knew you had a slice too many, but you didn’t think it would have made you so sick. The morning light was shining through the small bathroom window so you rinsed your mouth with water and you brushed your teeth before walking back into the room.

Lee was still sleeping peacefully and you didn’t want to worry him over nothing, so you crawled back under the blankets and nuzzled against him once again. It was Sunday morning and it couldn’t have been past 7am. You didn’t want to wake him up, but as you laid there, you were starting to get a little ancy. Still doing your best not to disturb him, you slipped out again and made your way downstairs. You figured you could make him some coffee, and see if he had anything you could make for breakfast. You couldn’t imagine the last time he probably had breakfast in bed, and you smiled to yourself at the idea of how sweet it would be to do for him.

As you brewed the coffee and scrambled some eggs, you heard creaking coming down the steps. You spun around as Lee entered the kitchen, a smile gracing your face as you held the whisk in your hand still.

“There you are darlin’. I missed waking up to that pretty face of yours,” he cooed as he walked up to you, trapping you against the counter as his hands wrapped around your waist, his lips softly brushing yours as your eyes shut in bliss.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he kissed you again.

“Good morning,” you breathed, “I made coffee,” you mumbled against his lips before you kissed him again, deeper this time.

“Mm,” he hummed against your lips as he pulled back and stood to his full height.

“I was gonna give you breakfast in bed,” you pouted slightly.

“I was hoping you would too,” he winked. Your mouth fell open, as you swatted his shoulder and he chuckled at your reaction.

“I’m serious,” you added.

“I’m serious, too, sugar,” he argued. “But this is good, too, dontcha think?

Let me make breakfast with you,” he simpered as he took the whisk and bowl from you, taking over.

“The mugs are in that cabinet, there,” he nodded toward the cabinet behind you. You got two out and poured you each a cup of coffee, though the smell had your stomach turning again and you took a deep breath, swallowing down the lump in your throat, willing your stomach to settle. You kept the mug, but didn’t drink any, not wanting to really make yourself sick. You prepared Lee’s cup all the same while he started on pancakes.

You could feel yourself smiling like a fool as you watched him work on the food, eventually walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around him, hugging him while you pressed your cheek to his back, squeezing him tight. He put down the spatula he was holding and took your hands on his stomach in his, turning around to look down at you with a smile of his own.

“You really are the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he admired you.

“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome,” you smiled back, pushing against him.

“Ah, don't get me started, sugar,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me burn the pancakes,” he accused.

You laughed at him, pulling away gently before you leaned back against the counter behind you.

“Plus I don’t wanna wear you out so early. I plan on making the most of our day off today, darlin’,” he told you as he took the pancakes off the griddle and piled them onto a plate.

“Oh yeah? What’ve you got planned for us?”

He turned to you and looked you up and down, eyes darker already as he got closer. “We’ll start with breakfast,” he began smoothly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. “Then I’m gonna take you back up to bed,” he continued, leaning down and placing a kiss to your cheek, “and see how many times I can make you come before you’re beggin’ me to stop,” he purred in your ear while you melted into him weakly as he spoke.

“Then we’ll have lunch. And I’ll make love to you all over again before I finally get to make you dinner,” he said as he tilted your face up to look at him. “And after that,” he said, kissing you softly again, “I’ll take you back upstairs for dessert,” he smirked.

“Sounds like we have a full day ahead of us,” you breathed, feeling yourself get hot as you leaned further into him. He nodded in agreement as he licked his lip.

“And seeing as you’re gonna be naked all day, you’ll still have a perfectly good outfit for work tomorrow. That is if you wanna stay again,” he proposed.

“Yeah?” you asked coyly as you pulled back from him before he grabbed your hands in his.

“Mhm,” he nodded, pulling you back against him.

“Well..in that case,” you simpered, “I guess I’ll stay,” you pretended to acquiesce before you hugged him warmly, smiling into his chest when he kissed the top of your head.

The smell of the bacon Lee had put on was taking over your senses and you suddenly found yourself feeling a lot hungrier than you thought you were, especially after your little bit of sickness earlier. Lee served you a plate and made one of his own as you enjoyed each other’s company, eating and talking about whatever crossed your minds.

As Lee took your empty plate and put it in the sink to join his, he turned to look at you. His eyes were shining with happiness as he just stared for a moment.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” he told you sincerely.

“I’m really happy I’m here, too,” you smiled back.

“I think I could get used to this. I’d like to see you here all the time,” he continued.

“Well, you might just have to,” you pondered. “I’m getting pretty comfortable around here already.”

“That’s not a problem for me,” he assured you. “I’d keep you with me forever if I could.”

“Careful there Sheriff or you’re gonna find yourself stuck with me,” you warned him as you leaned up on your tip toes to kiss him sweetly.

“That’s the plan, darlin’,” he said against your lips as he went in for a deeper kiss. “Let’s get you back in bed, huh,” he suggested with a devilish look in his clear blue eyes.

“Sounds good to me, honey,” you agreed, voice dripping with desire as you eyed him wantingly.

Without another word, Lee was pulling you up the stairs with him as he led the way back to his bedroom where you were sure to spend the better part of your day lavashing your love on one another. You could spend the rest of your life with him and you didn’t think you’d ever get over how lucky or in love you were. You laughed as Lee pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, attacking you with kisses as his hands pulled at your clothes. Yesterday was amazing, but you were sure today and every day after would only be better with Lee at your side.

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker fluff #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker fanfiction #lee bodecker fic #lee bodecker x y/n #tw pregnancy symptoms #sheriff bodecker #lee bodecker x curvy!reader #lee bodecker x plus size!reader #lee bodecker x chubby!reader

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rinnelovebot · 2 years

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A/N: I’m so mentally ill about him. 80 pulls and his lim hasn’t come home yet pls akito I love you your dinner is getting cold. Once again, this is very self indulgent I just love Akito

*ೃ༄ Waking up with Akito

You could only register two audible sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.

This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d always leave as soon as he woke up—not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.

Somehow, by the will of some god, Toya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, and a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.

You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hairs tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.

Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you woke up like this quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to be cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby. It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.

In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan.

“Stop moving...”

“You’re awake?”

“I am now.”

You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. It must’ve been 5 am or earlier.

“Nah, it’s fine.” The ginger sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s weird that you’re still here, huh?”

He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned.

You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”

He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”

Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.

The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”

“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”

Akito leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.

You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. “I love you.”

Akito shut his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly leaving him. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

#Google does it count as waking up if you just go back to sleep at the end #but not everyone is an early riser March!#listen Ik but I AM an early riser and this is self indulgent let me live my life okay #marchie scribbles #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #prsk x reader #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #pjsk x reader #project sekai #proseka #prsk #pjsk

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sneezydarliing · 1 year

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My piece for the 2023 snalintines exchange for @selfindulgentsuffering ! Hope you enjoy, and a huge thanks to everyone in the server for putting this together.

Starve a cold, feed a fever

word count; 1,584

It begins the night before.

The second Alhaitham opens his eyes he's thrown forward, sent into a coughing fit so harsh that he knows smothering his mouth with the blanket won't do anything against alerting his probably still-awake roomate. By the time he’s able to catch his breath, His door is already being opened, and he’s greeted with Kaveh rushing towards him, a worried expression on his face.

“Love? You okay?” His roomate holds out a cup of water, and as Alhaitham takes it silently he can’t help but recognize the sweater hanging loosely off of the other’s frame. He eyes it, then returns his gaze to Kaveh, who huffs. “It was all I could find, okay? Jeez, come in here all worried and all you can do is be grumpy.” He walks out, continuing to mumble to himself about “being ungrateful” and how he’ll never come check on him again even though they both know better.

The silence is welcomed. Alhaitham can feel an uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in his skull, and sweat prickles the back of his neck even though he feels fine temperature-wise. But surely it’s nothing. Sumeru’s grand scribe does not get sick. He returns to sleep with this thought in mind, brushing off what is easily a half hour of tossing and turning, occasionally muffling more coughs into his blankets.

It gets worse in the morning. This discomfort has switched to a painful throbbing, and every move sends his head spinning. He essentially stumbles into the main room, where his roommate is currently making himself breakfast, humming idly along to some song that must have been on the radio. He was still wearing his shirt. The sound of Alhaitham’s fumbling brings him back to earth, and he looks up with an irritated expression, squabble not forgotten.

“You look great this morning.” His tone is heavy with sarcasm, and Al Haitham scowls. “And you probably slept better than me. Your tossing and turning kept me up-” “hHI-Chht!” Kaveh freezes, interrupted from his angry rambling. “Archons bless you.” The saying is an unconscious habit, coming out of his mouth before he can even think of it. As Al-haithan sniffles wetly, he stops and looks at him a little closer.

“Are you sick?” The frown on Alhaitham’s face deepens. He storms to the coffee table, grabbing his set of keys, and quickly slips on his shoes. He’s almost out the door before Kaveh gets an actual response in the form of a gravely “No.” He gets the ingredients for soup out anyway, huffing to himself.

As Alhaitham walks to the Akademiya, part of him regrets leaving at all. Every noise sends a jolt of pain through his head, his throat has begun to feel like gravel, and the first sneeze seemed to have set off some sort of chain reaction, because now he can't go five minutes without another one. There is no other way to put it, he was miserable.

It must have shown. Younger students looked at him with mingled concern and curiosity, and he heard whispers about how people should "try to leave him alone today." By the time he got to his office, he was exhausted.

Work ticks by at an excruciatingly slow rate, yet he can barely get anything done. It takes easily 5 times of reading anything for it to cut through the fogginess of his brain, and he finds himself spending more time with his head against the desk to help soothe his headache than doing anything else. Every conversation he tries to have ends in a coughing fit, and at some point people stop coming in at all. The rumor of the Grand Scribe's illness must have spread.

Eventually, he decides to go into the library. Nothing will get done regardless, so he might as well pass the time somehow. Browsing the shelfs, searching for one of the few titles he had yet to read, left him putting how awful he felt to the back of his mind for a moment, able to focus on the moment, at least until the sneezing returned.

Perhaps it was the dust. Many of the books had lived more than double his lifetime, and the careful tending of them could only do so much. Either way, it was exhausting. He flips a page. "hI’tsCHht-uh! nGt!." Wipes the irritated tears from his eyes, tries to continue, but the cycle seems persistent on repeating.

"hiDt-CHt!" a stranger offers a blessing. Others glare. He still can't find himself absorbing anything on the page, and it's too hot in the room even though everyone else in there is bundled up. He swallows, trying not to wince at the pain. 6 more hours until he can leave.

At some point, he returns to his office in a haze. The lack of staring eyes brings him some comfort, but he's reminded more of the work that needs to be done. The papers pile up on his desk, and it seems he can barely go any time without somebody bringing in more. Until somebody hesitates.

They avert their eyes, fidgeting nervously. Alhaitham resists the urge to tell them to spit it out so he can go back to resting his head on the table. Finally, they speak. "Are you feeling alright, sir?" He bites back a snappy response.

"I'm fine." He croaks out, voice sounding much worse than he remembers. The sudden intake of air sends him muffling coughs into his sleeve as the younger student stands awkwardly, clearly unconvinced.

"Uhm, maybe it'd be best to head home?" Their tone is sheepish and well meaning, but Alhaitham still wants to point out the mounds of work that needs to get done. He resorts to glaring. The student doesn't budge. "Who sent you here?" He asks, running his hands down his face, somehow even more exhausted.

"Kaveh did. He said not to leave until you go home, sir." He sighs deeper than he knew he was able to. He silently weighs his options. No work will get done either way at this rate, and returning home does sound nice. Maybe he'll let Kaveh win. Just this once.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'll leave." The student smiles, clearly satisfied. "I hope you feel better soon, sir." The words are lost to Alhaitham, though, as he suddenly finds himself gasping, head tilted.

"nGt! hiDt-SHhih! "Archons bless you!" He can't help but groan a little as he stands, the world spinning around him, and he's left gripping the table for support. The walk home continues in the same fashion, stumbling around at a snail's pace until he's unlocking the door, met with the back of his roommate's head in the kitchen.

"tSCHh’uh!" He sighs, pawing at his nose. Kaveh jumps slightly, apparently startled out of some focus. "You're home early." He comments as he turns to face him, revealing a cutting board strewn with vegetables. Bastard, Alhaitham thinks. But he decides to play along.

"I got sent home." He explains half heartedly, flopping onto the couch. "Well, no wonder. You look awful." Alhaitham can't muster up anything to say in retort, so he just brings up a hand to block the light from his eyes. He can almost feel Kaveh's disapproving look.

"Go rest in your room. I'll bring you some medicine." Alhaitham doesn’t bother to respond. His nose itches. "What hurts? I can call the doctor over to check you out." He shakes his head. Falling asleep here sounds pleasant enough, but Kaveh will surely shoo him out. "C'mon, go to your own room. It'll be more comfortable.. I can't drag you myself."

"hI’tsCHhi!" Kaveh sighs. "Archons bless you. Need a tissue?" He shakes his head, sniffling. He can hear his roomate huff in exasperation as he approaches, and is suddenly hauled to his feet. He opens his mouth to protest, but he freezes at the hand on his forehead. He finds himself lost in Kaveh's expression, the way his frown deepens into an almost-pout, like it does when he's stuck on work.

"You have a fever." Alhaitham hums again. He's led by his arm to his own bedroom, barely noticing as Kaveh removes his ear pieces, too focused on the way he hums, the way he runs a hand through his hair as he searches for something- pajamas, probably. Alhaitham sneezes again, and Kaveh blesses him again. Eventually, he seems to find what he's looking for, handing Al Haitham clothes. He just takes them, not even having the energy to change.

Kaveh makes a noise of agitation, but Alhaitham feels as he carefully undresses him. "It's no wonder you're ill, sleeping in these thin clothes all the time." He can't help but feel a bit bad, so he sloppily gets to work on his pants, putting the new clothes on himself. He looks up once he's done, and Kaveh gives him a satisfied look that quickly switches to sternness.

"I'm gonna go buy some medicine, so don't you dare move." He nods, punctuated by a quiet sniffle. He hardly notices when his roomate leaves, leaning his head against the cold wall for comfort. And, once Kaveh returns, it is to that very sight, Alhaitham snoring quietly, mouth slightly agape. He resists the urge to laugh as he sets the bottle of medicine on the desk by the bed, moving his bangs to give him a gentle kiss. "Feel better, darling." He says as he closes the door, despite knowing Alhaitham won't hear it. He can't bring himself to mind.

#snz stuff #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze stuff #snz #gen/shin #ali writes #sneezing #have this in queue which ive never done before i really hope it works

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sardonic-sprite · 1 year

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I'm Back!

Wow, so Lent is over now, so my tumblr fast is also over and I'm still a little in shock, lol. I had hoped the past six weeks? I don't know, Time is weird, would be more productive but at least I got SOME stuff written/posted. Anyway, I have one more month of school and then fucking FINALS so expect sporadic updates at idiot-o-clock hours of the night, and maybe yell at me to sleep, eat, study, or drink water whenever i do post 😅

I am up to SO EFFING MANY wips rn on so many different fronts you guys have no freaking idea 😭 so here's a status report for EVERYTHING on or going on sardonic_sprite. (Its gonna be a monster post, y'all, bear with me)

in absolutely no particular order:

Wayne4Ham: We have a LONG way to go with this one, so just be patient and I'll slowly but steadily plug on through. Aaron Burr, Sir, should theoretically take me no longer than end of april

Wayne-Crazy: there's like 4 specific requests on it, plus a few 'series' i started, but after those, say 6-7, i'll probably mark as complete and only re-open if someone offers me an idea

Batman Beginners: i'll tell y'all up front, this one will take me forever. i don't even know what all I intend to cover, but know that i'm halfway done with the DITF arc, and it'll probably come out in the next two months

Just A Kid: this was my shits-and-giggles fic that got like 3000 notes in a weekend lmao. it's something i do intend to continue bc its so fun and i enjoy the concepts in it, but i don't have plans to actively write more of it in the immediate future.

Rev Wayne: just gave y'all Jason's fic, so the next probably won't come until late in summer, extrapolating from my few data points. if anyone has ideas for timmy's intro, let me know, i'd love some inspiration

Celeb Batwaynes: reported separate from wayne-crazy for reasons. i think theres like 12 specific requests plus 2 ideas of my own. i may put out a poll for the next one to write, but not until after school's out, because these fics are HUGE time-eaters for me. speaking of, are non-tumblr-users able to vote on polls?

Welcome to Gotham U: this was again, me doing shit bc why not. will probably add more in the style that i first posted, but i doubt i will write any prose for it. if you would like to give it a try, please reach out, i'd love to see what you write!

One Diamond: every time i touch this i make the cliffhanger worse lmao. i finally do have a direction, but execution is gonna have to wait a while.

The Young, Innocent, and Righteous: this is mostly just for me anyway, but i'm just gonna say that i'm waiting until i finish watching miraculous season 5 before i go any further

AS you wish: i have 5 more requests to do and i am so sorry to everyone waiting you do not deserve this lmao. i promise im trying, i love your ideas, it just takes me a really long time to fill in the rest and then actually write it. the next one on my list is particularly hard to pin down and so it's halting the ones behind it to. if not before, then after finals i will sit and bang my head on the keyboard until something good comes out

Light Isn't Fadin': soooooo many people have asked me about this one oof. SOMEDAY, i swear. right now its a huge, nebulous, hulking monster and im sorry it's just not happening yet.

A christmas carol: wait until december. please

Father's Day: june.

A Little Problem: over the summer, i will watch marvel movies until they once again hijack my brain and fuel this to completion. maybe.

easter eggs: how the fuck did i forget this lmao. i'm doing as much as i can in april, but when the month is done, i'm sorry, we'll all be waiting until next lenten season. hopefully it won't come to that.

aaaaand i THINK that's finally it. there's also a bunch of random paragraphs in word and google docs that may appear, not to mention ideas that kidnap me in dark alleys. but i also have like a good half dozen other wips for other places that im trying to attend to, so please be forgiving if it seems like its taking a while to post something as sprite.

as always, i love questions, comments, concerns, even some complaints, so feel free to interact.

See ya when I see ya!

sprite

#sprite said #sprite's plan #wip update #status report

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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hi, congrats on 5 years! i only found your fics recently but they're gorgeous, and you're one of the few people writing for golcha :') i'd like to request a golcha donghyun vampire au for the drabble game <3

hey anon, thanks for the request! glad you've been enjoying my fics, and I hope you enjoy this drabble too :)

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is an exploration of the golcha supernatural convenience store au I thought up like a year ago....... but never wrote. oops)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: Convenience Store Shenanigans

Pairing: Donghyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 680

Warnings: mentions of blood

“Y/N, for the last time, please get off the counter.”

“No one else is here,” you retort, earning a snort from Jibeom in the back. “And Jaehyun sits up here in his little cat form every other day, why can’t I do the same?”

“You’re not a cat shifter,” Donghyun argues, though he’s smiling. “You don’t look cute doing what you’re doing.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “I, Y/N, your favorite significant other in the world, don’t look cute?”

“DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM -”

��Shut up!” Donghyun yells at the back. Jibeom and Joochan continue for several more seconds before devolving into stupid snickers that Donghyun refuses to pay attention to for fear of losing more brain cells than he can afford. You’re smiling at him anyway, which is a much more welcome sight than his two friends’ combined Cheshire Cat grins.

You shift your position on the counter to face Donghyun more completely. “Hey, if you really want me to get down, I will.”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. It’s nice to look up at you like this, to see a more than welcome face during his late night shifts at the convenience store. And you’re right, no one really comes at this hour, especially not on weekdays. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I probably should anyway.” You hop off the counter and right into his lap before Donghyun can even prepare himself. His noise of complaint is cut off by your lips smacking against his cheek. Damn it, now his face is starting to feel hot. “You need to eat, don’t you? I don’t want to fall over and hit my head after you’ve finished.”

“Why do you always do the opposite of what I say?” he complains, even as he takes your wrist in his hand. “I tell you to get down, you decide to stay up. I tell you it’s fine to stay there, you immediately come down.”

“Because I know doing either is perfectly fine.” You stick out your tongue. “Now answer my question. Do you need to eat? Otherwise I came here for no reason.”

He pouts. “Is seeing my face not enough reason?”

“NO!”

“SHUT UP, JOOCHAN,” you yell before turning back to Donghyun. “Yes, it is,” you say sweetly, patting his head. “But it’s very late, and I’m not a vampire like you so I unfortunately actually need to sleep.”

Guilt pricks his chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You hit his chest. “I don’t care that we run on different schedules. I just care that you eat as much as you need, and that I get to sleep on your shoulder after.”

“Yes, yes.” Donghyun takes the wrist you’ve outstretched, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt slightly. “I’ll eat. Close your eyes.”

You let your eyes fall shut, then let your head fall on his shoulder. Donghyun wastes no time in piercing through the skin of your wrist. He winces at your initial flinch, but then you settle into him more fully as he carefully takes his fill of blood from your veins.

When he’s finished, he kisses the puncture wounds in your wrist and licks the blood from his lips. “Done,” he whispers, patting your head.

“Mmh.” You blink your eyes open blearily. “Good?”

“Yeah.” Donghyun smiles, handing you a bottle of orange juice. “Drink up, then sleep, okay?”

You down most of the bottle without complaint, then rest your head back on Donghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t wake me up,” you mutter, closing your eyes.

He pats your head again. “What if I need to go and get something?”

“... Make Joochan or Jibeom do it.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!”

“Shut up,” the two of you snap in unison, your voice considerably more subdued than his.

Donghyun shifts your head to his lap, patting your head as you settle into his body. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs, not bothering to hide the little smile on his face. “I’ll fend off Jibeom and Joochan for you.”

“My hero.” You yawn, patting his leg. “Good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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restforthe-burdenedsoul · 1 year

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Sometimes dreams can be so painful.

It’s 5:50am and I refuse to go back to sleep. Alarm goes off soon anyway.

I had this dream, it felt so real. I’m using real names. Doubtful either one uses Tumblr anymore. But I’d welcome either one to read this.

In my dream, I was at my old college. I saw Tristan and Ian and they waved me over. I didn’t think they were motioning for me but they called my name. I was hesitant, but went over. They asked me how I was, told me how much I hurt them, said they were in a spot to try to work things out. Ian hugged me, Tristan wasn’t ready for that.

A simple dream, but I’m devastated

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Backstory:

Tristan was my best guy friend from 2007-2016. He gave the best hugs. Gave the best Godly advice. Had the best late night talks. He got me through so much in that almost decade.

Ian was this cool indie kid, Tristan’s brother. He introduced me to so many cool movies and music. He was quiet. We didn’t share too much conversation together, but he was one of those people you just felt at home with.

Their sister passed away in 2015 I think. I sent a letter and chocolates. I wanted to go to the funeral. They lived about 3 hours away. I was with my ex at the time. I couldn’t tell him about it because I couldn’t tell him we talked alone. I said I couldn’t go to the funeral. All those years of Tristan supporting me, the one time I could truly be there for him…and I wasn’t.

Some months later, my ex and I got engaged. Tristan was the first person I told. He was happy at the time. I don’t think anyone saw my ex for what he was at that time. Tristan tried to call me and I didn’t pick up.

The thing was…my ex hated Tristan. When we started dating I made it clear that the majority of my friends were guys. They were long time friends who proved over and over that they were in it for more than just a chance to bang (as he said that’s all they wanted). One night we got into a huge fight over a text from my friend Craig…talking about a concert, innocent. He told me I had to delete every man from my social media. I deleted the ones I was sexual with- that was easy and felt respectful. I really hesitated on a few. Tristan and another friend Matt and Craig were the few I couldn’t delete. This infuriated my ex.

We began having screaming matches over Tristan especially. I begged and bargained. I promised to only talk to Tristan over speaker phone with my ex in the room. It wasn’t good enough. The problem was he saw a text message where I told Tristan “I think he’s threatened by you”

In hindsight, I don’t know that I should have told Tristan that. I’m not sure it was a respectful conversation to have. But my ex wasn’t a respectful man. Now that I’ve experienced a healthy relationship, I know M would never put me in a spot that I’d have to tell a friend something like that because my supports my friendships and encourages me to maintain them.

Fast forward a few more months, I tell my ex that I want Tristan in the wedding. I’d have a maid of honor and a man of honor. Well, obviously that didn’t go over well. That was the loudest he ever yelled at me. That’s what started him going through my phone at will. He had already looked through it several times (thinking I didn’t know). He saw I never deleted Matt or Craig from my phone and that we had still been talking on messenger.

After that, my phone wasn’t my own anymore. He could and did read everything on it. I started deleted my messages daily. I could only talk to people at work. I’d panic when he’d take my phone, worried I didn’t delete something. I told Craig and Matt I didn’t feel comfortable talking to them anymore because of some Christian bullshit about respecting my soon to be husband.

I couldn’t let Tristan go.

I continued to fight with my ex daily now about Tristan. Screaming matches about how Tristan didn’t want to sleep with me, that it was 100% platonic, how many chances we had to be romantic or have sex. None of it mattered.

He admitted to me that he was never okay with me having guy friends, he just said that so I’d keep dating him. (Honestly this was the first time he admitted to lying to me about something that big. That should have been my final red flag…it wasn’t).

About a month later I texted Tristan, I couldn’t call. I was too afraid. I talked to my mom who agreed that staying friends with Tristan could “look evil.” Another Christian bullshit belief “stay away from the appearance of evil” that one on one with Tristan could look like I was cheating. At that point I wasn’t even asking for one on one time.

So I texted him “out of respect for my fiancé, I cannot continue our friendship. I prayed about it and feel that it is best we stop talking.” And some more details. Tristan tried to call me. I was hysterically crying on my moms bed. I didn’t want to talk.

I wish I had picked up that damn phone.

Tristan texted me something like “I hope you see one day that he is abusing you, that he is controlling you. This really hurts me”

And deep down I knew he was right. I wasn’t ready to admit it.

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Fast forward to 2019. I am divorced. I reach out to Tristan who agrees to read a letter (like snail mail). He says he is not comfortable with texting or messaging. I respect that.

At that time I still wasn’t ready to admit what all happened. I just apologized for not being there when he needed me and that I wanted to talk, get to know him again, have another chance at supporting him.

He was respectful. Said he did not want further communication. That I DID leave him in the moment he needed me most. He said he is different after his sister passed. Less willing to be the unlimited forgiver and no longer surrounding himself with one sided friendships.

I told him if he ever changed his mind, The door will always be open on my side.

To be honest, the one sided friendship may have been accurate. I’m not sure. He did give a lot emotionally to me. I was never quite in a spot to give as much back.

I think I’m better at friendships these days. I’m more there for my friends now that I’m older and more mature. We all are.

This was the first dream where he’s started to forgive me, or at least try to work on things with me.

I’ve debated for years about reaching back out. It’s been 3 years now. I’m torn between respecting his line of “I don’t want to rebuild the friendship” and wanting to send another letter because….I’m a different person now too. I went through hell and back and I’m finally at a point where I see really clearly how much of an abuser my ex was and the consequences that had.

I cut Tristan out for survival. It doesn’t make it right. It lessened the fights. There were other things to fight about of course, but none ever matched the intensity of those fights. Nothing else made him snatch my phone out of my hands like that. Nothing else ever made him monitor me so closely. He was VERY intimidated by Tristan. And I felt I had to succumb to that to stay safe. Leaving doesn’t feel like an option when you’re in the middle of abuse.

—-

Maybe Tristan and I would be way too different from each other now. I’ve seen my other college classmates tho and most of us have grown away from the Christian bullshit. Maybe he did the same. He supports my friends who have come out as lgbt+ though. So I’d like to think he followed the same spiritual path as I have. Maybe he’s still a Christian, maybe not.

Id give anything to have one more conversation with him. One more really good hug. At the least, I wish our friendship could have officially ended in person, with the chance to give both our sides.

I hate dreaming about Tristan.

#divorce #emotional abuse #I’m trying to do a read more post on mobile - did it work?!

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yoongii-ah · 2 years

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Spring Day (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5: The Contract

Things with Yoongi have been going well (too well) over the past month of seeing each other. After late night dinners at his apartment and a few coffees at the cafe you first met at, your relationship has become mundane. Relationship - can you even call it that? After a late night Yoongi doesn’t return your phone call, bringing back feelings of insecurity from your previous relationship.

Warnings: Alluding to previous sexual assault in a former relationship, tiny bit of angst/a small argument, using sex as a coping mechanism, my first run at smut (making out, heavy petting, nipple play)

Word count: 4,154

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

AN: Finals are done!! I had two weeks of absolutely nothing until I start a spring math class (soon) and I was stuck on the wording of this fic the whole time. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading my slow burn. It feels really cathartic to get back into writing as a hobby and an emotional release. There’s something that just sparks your inner child while writing, you know? I’ll stop rambling, but I’m sure you all know what I mean. Any advice and feedback are always welcome!!

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You began to politely thank him again, lifting your head to look at him once more, when suddenly his lips crashed into yours. Yoongi’s left hand reached around to grasp you at the small of your back, while his right hand brushed the hair on the side of your face away from your temple and behind your ear. You let out a small airy moan as your hands reached behind his back, holding him close. He parted his mouth gently, waiting to see if you’d mirror his lips. Your tongues brushed softly, tasting the wine you had earlier on his breath. After what felt like hours but only seconds at the same time, you pulled away regretfully from the kiss. Knowing that if you didn’t end it right then, Yoongi would be upstairs in your bed for the rest of the evening. As tempting as that sounded, you didn’t want this to move too quickly. Afterall, the last person you slept with was your ex. You didn’t want Yoongi just to be a bedroom palate cleanser though. How serious could this actually get anyways? I move home in six more months, you briefly wonder, quickly pushing the daunting thought from your mind.

Yoongi rested his forehead on yours for a few moments, taking a deep breath before pulling away and moving his hands to your waist. “I’ll call you” he whispered again, as he placed one last kiss on your cheek, and this time you knew he meant it.

The next few weeks spent with Yoongi seemed to pass by so quickly, but at the same time it had felt like time stood still whenever you two were together. You spent your lunch breaks at the café where you first met, and he sent you a few text messages every day that updated you about what he was up to. Sometimes he’d even request a selfie of you and details about what you were doing. He genuinely seemed to miss you every single day. During the evenings when he was working late in the studio, he always made sure to call you before you went to sleep, even if it was for a few minutes.

Your evening dates mostly consisted of dinner and conversation at his place, and you really didn’t mind how lowkey they were. If Yoongi were to ever step foot into your apartment that would make what you had together too real. Sharing your space was important to you, and it scared you how close and vulnerable you could become with a person only a month after knowing them. Yoongi usually sent his driver over in the infamous black town car to pick you up. It’s easier this way he’d say while you tried to protest that you were more than capable of driving yourself. You came to understand it was for both of your safety since paparazzi would keep track of which cars entered the building and at what times. Deep down you knew he was being logical, but you craved some alone time to settle your nerves before stepping into the elevator. During this time spend in the backseat of the black town car you had gotten to know Yoongi’s driver, Mr. Gwan.

“Annyeonghaseyo Gwan-ssi” you’d greet the slightly older man. He’d usually return his greeting with a much more formal reply, refusing kindly to speak more informally with you. Once settled into the backseat, he’d ensure you were comfortable and would begin the drive to the Hybe complex. Mr. Gwan enjoyed filling the silence with conversation about his kids and you were more than happy to listen. They were both enjoying school and taking music lessons, but neither of them enjoyed playing baseball which disappointed Mr. Gwan completely. You were thankful that he was always so willing to keep your conversation flowing so that you could avoid talking about yourself. He always rushed to open the door for you even when you protested and never once gave the impression that he judged or disapproved of the amount of alcohol you had consumed after leaving Yoongi’s apartment.

On your most recent drive over, the pattern of being dropped off and picked up for the last few weeks had start to become repetitive and mundane, to no fault of Mr. Gwan’s. You knew Yoongi was busy working on the latest comeback album that hadn’t yet been announced (you were good at keeping secrets), but you selfishly wished that you could do other couples’ activities.

Couples’ activities… you thought with a sinking feeling in your stomach. The both of you hadn’t discussed what type of relationship this was, and you lost confidence if it even had a name. You knew this wasn’t a friends-with-benefits or hookup situation since you and Yoongi had only kissed… passionately… many times… but that wouldn’t classify the situation as only physical. Your conversations were open and honest, but you still held back from letting yourself be too honest. You knew you had feelings for Yoongi, but you had stopped yourself from delving into what they meant in order to protect your heart. Whenever daydreams of the future started to slip into your head, you were met with the crushing reality that one day you would leave South Korea and return home to your old routine. There was never a time that Yoongi didn’t make you feel wanted or cared for, but if you were being greedy, there was still something missing. Why do I need to overthink this? Can’t this just be a happy little fling before I go back home?

You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t need more from Yoongi, he was already so busy, and you should be thankful that you would be able to spend your last months in Korea with him. “Why do you have to be so needy?” Your ex’s voice rang through your head. You immediately pushed another flashback from your mind and called Yoongi on your lunch break. Except he didn’t pick up.

12:34 pm [Y/N]: Hey, I know you’re probably busy but call me if you have a minute.

1:06 pm [Min Yoongi]: Just finishing a meeting, call you soon.

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You waited for another half hour before realizing your lunch break was over, and Yoongi was absolutely not going to call you back. This was the first time he had ever put you last, and you felt guilty for not feeling more grateful he had even considered being with you in the first place. More insecurity crept in during the afternoon as your thoughts drifted… Is it because we’re not more physical? What have I been doing wrong? You knew these thoughts weren’t your own, and your ego was speaking from your last failed relationship.

“Please babe… it’s been so long, I’ve missed you…” your ex had said while crawling into your shared bed one evening. You had felt that the relationship was over before you even had the chance to leave him, but his ways of convincing you had always made you feel guilty. “I’m tired…” you mumbled back rolling over to face away from him and turning off the lamp on your bedside table, attempting to avoid any confrontation that could spark a heated argument. You felt his hand reach around your waist and up your pajama shirt, his breath in your ear while you smelled the familiar scent of whisky. “Please, you know I love you and I just wanna show you… you never show me you love me…” his hands kept roaming your body and nausea flooded over you. This wasn’t love. That evening you had spent a few minutes on your back, your panties pulled aside, head turned away as you watched the seconds go by on your dimly lit alarm clock that sat beside your lamp.

You arrived home earlier than usual from work, grateful that today was slower than usual, and you were able to sneak away. Since you frequently worked late hours to complete deadlines, your bosses weren’t as strict with routine work hours. Kicking off your stilettos, your feet slid into your comfortable slippers that waited by the front door. You walked to your bedroom, slowly untucking and unbuttoning the white dress shirt from your plaid skirt and tossing it in the laundry hamper. Unclasping your bra after a stressful day felt like the most satisfying part of undressing, and you shimmied out of your skirt, pulling down your stockings with it.

“Y/N, we’re going for a drink after, join us?” Your one co-worker had invited you out of politeness, you assumed, and you kindly declined while making an excuse you were meeting someone after. She nodded and smiled at you, not quite convinced, while you collected your things and left the office.

Months ago, you would have been so disappointed in yourself for waiting by the phone for a man to call you back. After a long hot shower, you dressed in a comfortable flannel pajama set and crawled into bed with a book, ignoring your phone that sat on the table beside you. After waiting for Yoongi’s call most of the evening, you decided that an early night’s sleep wasn’t a terrible idea. You hadn’t turned a page since opening the book, staring at the pages while intrusive thoughts flooded your mind. I give up. Shutting the book you tossed it on the floor, turned off the lights and pulled the blankets up over your ears as if to dampen the voice in your head. An hour later, you had finally fallen asleep when your phone vibrated on the nightstand.

“Hello?” you mumbled groggily, not paying attention to the bright name that flashed across the phone screen, too obnoxious to read.

“Y/N? Were you sleeping? I’m sorry I didn’t call back earlier. Today was full of meetings since the new concept is coming out and we had to meet with marketing to…” Yoongi’s voice continued explaining apologetically as you sat back up in bed, turning the lights back on.

“It’s ok” you sighed. You had meant to say more, but nothing came out. It’s ok that you ignored me today. It’s okay that you’re busy, I understand. It’s okay that I’m not on your mind… the voice never shut up.

“No, it’s not, I’m really sorry. Do you work tomorrow?” Yoongi asked, sounding rushed. You glanced at your phone screen not realizing that yesterday was Friday, and the weekend had snuck up on you.

“No, it’s Saturday…” you replied with your voice still raspy from sleep.

“Is it? We usually have plans for Saturday…” Yoongi mumbled, realizing his mistake. He had been so busy working out every single detail for the new concept of their comeback album. His whole week was full of meetings with marketing to decide on merchandise, album cover-art artists, Bang PD, and his stylist for suit fittings for upcoming press events. Guilt poured over Yoongi as he realized he had ignored you, only exchanging a few texts and phone calls, mostly explaining how busy he was.

“Can I come over? I’m leaving my fitting right now.” You sat up a little more, becoming more awake with the thought of Yoongi in your apartment. Yoongi in your kitchen… bathroom… shower… bed…

“I… uh well, I haven’t cleaned up in a few days so-”

“I don’t mind” he sounded rejected.

“Sure, yes” taking a deep breath while trying again, “come over. Let me know when you’re here and I’ll buzz you up.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

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After hanging up you raced out of bed to clean up your apartment as quickly as you could before Yoongi came over. You placed dishes in the sink, picked up mail and shoved it into the closest drawer, and moved your shoes to the bin that sat by your front door. Once you were satisfied with just how clean your apartment could get tonight, you raced into your bedroom but stopped quickly. If I don’t clean it, we can’t use it… Hadn’t you used that excuse before when you refused to shave your legs before a date so that you couldn’t sleep with someone too early? That plan obviously failed…

You threw on the silk robe that hung on the back of your closet to cover your baggy flannel pajama set and rushed into the bathroom to brush your teeth in record time and put on some lip balm. Stepping back to look at yourself in the mirror you realized just how foolish you looked in a silk robe, fussing with your sleepy hairdo. Sex isn’t going to fix this, you realized as you came down from your high of Yoongi visiting your apartment for the first time, when there was a knock at your door.

“You really need a better entrance lock, or a doorman…” Yoongi said with a grin, standing in your doorway with his hands in his pockets. He looked exhausted, wearing a black pair of sweatpants with a grey baggy sweater, his long jet-black hair pushed from his forehead under a ball cap.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, or idols, or something like that…” you wittily replied, smiling at his grin. You stepped out of the doorway so that he could enter your apartment, walking past you slowly. Yoongi took in your soft feminine décor, the yellow lamps that sat in the corners, your many plants that perched happily in the window, and the little bit of mess still sitting on your kitchen counter. Your place looked like home and contrasted his modern minimalist apartment completely.

“This is nice, homey…” he said quietly, turning around to look at your photos on the wall. Even though you were only in Korea for a year, you had used your spare time to make sure your apartment felt like a safe sanctuary that you could retreat to when feeling homesick.

“Would you like some tea?” you walked into the kitchen, wiping away the small mess on the counter you had missed the first time.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, won’t that keep you up?”

“I have to work a bit more tonight…” Yoongi interjected before you could finish your question. Disappointed flashed over your face briefly as you replaced it with a small smile, reaching for your French press instead. Maybe this is a good thing if he can’t stay over… You busied yourself in the kitchen as Yoongi made himself comfortable on your couch, watching from a distance. When you handed him the mug of hot black coffee his hand briefly touched yours while making eye contact. No matter how often you brushed hands it made your heart skip a beat ever time. Sex still won’t fix this, your inner voice reminded you.

“Thank you” he said in his deep raspy voice. After he took a sip, he continued “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back today. I don’t want to make you feel as if you’re not important.”

You were taken aback by his bluntness but appreciated how quickly he apologized and addressed the elephant in the room. You sat down beside him on the couch.

“It’s o- thank you for your apology. I know you’re busy.” You were back to feeling formal again.

“I still feel guilty, we usually make weekend plans, but I was focused on work this week… too focused on work this week to pay attention to what day it was.” In moments with these, you realized just how different Yoongi was from other men you had previously dated in the past. His ego wasn’t inflated, even with his idol status.

“We don’t have to do anything this weekend” you brushed off his offer, trying to not seem needy. Yoongi looked hurt by your answer.

“But I want to” he set down his mug on the coffee table and turned to you, reaching for your own mug too. He grabbed both of your hands in his to reassure you, “I like spending time with you.”

Forced to make direct eye contact with him, the insecure thoughts from earlier today seemed to wash away. Yoongi’s calmness and maturity was so comforting to you. His fingertips brushed over your knuckles in a soothing pattern, sensing your anxiety before you were even able to express it. You felt the words coming out of your mouth before you could even pause to think.

“As what?” You immediately regretted bringing it up after the words left your mouth. It was too late, he was too tired, you were too needy.

Yoongi paused to consider your words, realizing where the anxiety was coming from. Taking a deep breath he replied, “Ah, I had a feeling this conversation was going to come up sooner than later.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. You had pushed too far and asked for too much and this is how it ends. Feeling your cheeks becoming flushed, you broke contact with Yoongi and reached for your mug again.

“Sorry” you half-laughed at your own embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just – “

“The agency has strict rules against dating, even though our debut was a decade ago. Some of the other members have pushed back against these rules. I haven’t.” Yoongi reached for his coffee mug as well. Just like that you had your answer. You admitted defeat. This was a fling and your time together had obviously expired.

Taking your last sip, you smiled and sighed while remaining calm, “I understand.” You stood up and walked to the kitchen to rinse your mug and set it in the dishwasher. Yoongi stared at you wide eyed as you got up from the couch, quickly swallowing the mouthful of hot coffee.

“Wait, no I mean I haven’t broken the rules because I haven’t met anyone that I would want to date seriously. There’s a whole other contract for that.” He jumped up and followed you to the kitchen. “You know, NDA’s, publicity rules, social media tracking… I could get you a copy to look over if you’d like.”

“If I’d like?” you questioned a little too loudly. “Yoongi, what is this? We speak almost every day, you call me every night before bed, we spend all of our weekends together, and now you’re asking if I want to look over a dating contract?”

“Well, it’s more of a relationship contract that protects the comp-”

“What is this?” you repeat, no longer caring if you sound needy. What you just defined was a relationship, which is exactly what you had with Yoongi minus the title.

He paused while meeting your eyes with a much more serious gaze. “I like being with you, Y/N. I know it’s only been a few weeks and you’re set on leaving in 5 months, but I like spending all of my free time with you.” It was a confession you already knew, but it was missing a piece of defining information you were searching for. Yoongi sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “this isn’t the way I wanted to have this conversation…”

Guilt rushed over you as you realized you had forced an uncomfortable conversation that could have waited until the morning. Yoongi stood in your kitchen lighting which accentuated the dark circles under his eyes. He had finished a busy day just to see you before continuing to work throughout the night, and here you were demanding an emotional conversation.

“I’m sorry” you sighed, dropping your head, and placing your hands on the cold countertop. Yoongi walked over to you and placed his hand under your chin to lift your face to his, his other hand reaching for your waist.

“How about we pause this conversation for another day. I know it’s important to you, but we’re both tired. I’d rather spend my time with you this evening in any other way other than arguing.�� Why was this man so good at articulating his thoughts and feelings with logic and practicality.

You reached your arms around his waist to lace your fingertips together, your noses almost touching, and the only thing you could smell on Yoongi’s breath was coffee. You leaned forward to kiss him in agreement while his hand moved to the back of your head. The kiss deepened as your tongue pushed into his mouth, asking permission, the both of you taking a deep breath of passion. You grabbed onto the back of Yoongi’s sweater to pull him closer as his hand dipped below your waist and onto your lower back. You suddenly became aware that there was nothing else under the pajama set you had on. As Yoongi’s fingertips slipped into the back of your flannel bottoms, so did he.

Under his kiss you felt his lips turn upwards into a smile as he mumbled, “is this what you normally wear to bed?”

You giggled, “only when expecting late night visitors.”

“Hmm, I like it, very sexy.” Suddenly Yoongi reached both hands under your butt and lifted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso and your arms around his neck. He started carrying you back to the couch when you shook your head and mumbled “bedroom” in between kisses.

He pulled away; staring at you with his eyebrows crossed. “You sure?”

You placed your mouth back on his again, nodding and not wanting to break contact. Yoongi continued to stride towards your bedroom and placed you down onto the mattress with a bounce, laying you on your back as he hovered over you. You reached for the hem of his sweater, tugging on it to motion you wanted it off. He obliged by using one arm to pull it over his head, discarding the ball cap too, and tossing them on the floor across the room. His hand returned to your waist, moving it under your shirt, tracing light circles on your skin with the pads of his fingertips.

“Is this ok?” he groaned, moving his mouth to your neck to place slow kisses, his tongue tracing your carotid.

“Yes” you breathe out as your core started to tingle from Yoongi’s tongue licking and nibbling up your ear. You could start to feel yourself getting wet when Yoongi placed his knee between your legs, pressing deeply against your clit. You squirmed and moaned, wishing it was his length pressing against you instead of being teased. You moved both of your hands to the front of his sweatpants, tucking your fingers into his waistband and lightly stroking his skin just above his pubic bone.

Yoongi let out a moan, “fuck” as he moved his mouth back onto yours, pressing his tongue more aggressively between your lips, his tongue dominating yours. His hand made its way up your shirt to your breast and softly rolled your nipple between his fingertips. You arched your back at his touch and breathed out “more”. Yoongi didn’t hesitate as he placed his mouth on the other side of your neck, leaving small bites down to your chest until his mouth found the other side over the top of your shirt.

You moaned deeply at his touch as he lightly bit your erect nipple through the flannel shirt, and he questioned “off?[ST1] ” while making eye contact. You sat up, Yoongi still kneeling between your legs as you lifted your arms so he could discard your top on the floor beside his. His eyes lingered on your breasts for a few moments, your fingertips still hooked into his waist band. Both of you hesitated before making eye contact again while panting before your mouths crashed into each other again. Yoongi’s tongue was back on your nipple, flicking it and sucking, leaving wet marks while his other hand massaged your other breath. Your walls ached for him to be inside you, rubbing against your g-spot, hearing his cry out your name. Yoongi’s mouth made its way to your other breast, making sure both were equally paid attention to. Wanting nothing more but to feel his cock in your grip, your hand made its way below his waistband so you could feel the tip of his length –

“Min Yoongi-nim” someone was banging on the door. “Sir, your manager called, they need you back at the studio for…” the loud voice faded into the background as Yoongi’s mouth popped off your nipple and your hand retreated from his pants. He hovered over top of you on the mattress, your foreheads pressed together and still panting while looking into each other’s eyes.

“Ne, ne, coming” Yoongi shouted back while turning his head towards the door. Sighing, he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead, retreating off the bed to grab his sweater and your shirt off the floor. You sat up on your elbows, disappointed that the moment was abruptly stopped. Yoongi sat down on the bed side you, handing you your flannel as your slid it over your arms and started to button it. His long fingers reached out to graze your still erect nipples through the fabric one last time as he placed a firm kiss on your lips, lingering before pulling back.

“I’m sorry” he said as he pulled back, moving his hand to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s ok” you whispered, this time meaning it as you closed the last button. He quickly dressed while sitting on the edge of your bed, reaching for your hand after putting his cap back on, shielding his glistening forehead. “What will your neighbours think of all the commotion…” he joked, meeting your gaze.

“I’ll probably be kicked out into the streets for being a harlot” the corner of your mouth lifting as Yoongi flashed his gummy smile.

“Let me make this up to you” Yoongi offered but you weren’t sure just which part he meant. “Take the day off on Monday, let’s cross something else off your list this weekend.”

“Yoongi, it’s ok I know you’re busy with the comeback.”

“I’m not too busy to spend time with you. I’ll make sure to rearrange my schedule.” Yoongi lifted his hand to cusp your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You leaned forward to kiss him one last time as the banging on the door reappeared. As quickly as he appeared, Yoongi walked out of your apartment, closing the door behind him as you heard Mr. Gwan rushing him down the hallway for his next meeting.

#spring day #bts #bts fanfic #fanfic #suga #agustd #min yoongi #minyoongi #suga fanfic #agustd fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #kpop #minsuga

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fortheloveofblogging · 1 year

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The best trip ever!!!

The planning was on for months. Vacation applied 6 months prior to the trip. This was the kind of dedication we had for this trip.

I was here in Gurgaon working for an MNC and my very good friends Sayantan and Rashi work as risk managers for a bank in Bangalore. This trip happened in May 2022 and had many reasons to happen. 1. We hadn't met in a long time. 2. My friends in Bangalore were tired of their tedious life. 3. It was Rashi's birthday (23rd May). 4. It was my wife's birthday too in the same week (27th May). 5. It would be "trippy" to celebrate two birthdays on this trip. 😂

We reached Bangalore early morning at 6 AM and the journey from the station to their house was more than 30 km. If you are in Bangalore this is the minimum travel distance to meet someone in the middle of the city. This is the reason I don't like Bangalore a lot. So we reached and Sayantan who was half asleep opened the door just because he thought that the maid has come. It is just like everywhere; people don't matter at all, but maids do. After a full afternoon of chit-chat, we left in the evening to get our rental car, which we planned to drive all the way to Munnar. We made all preparations for Rashi's birthday at midnight. We called some of her friends, we cooked, they drank and we played. At midnight it was "Happy Birthday Rashi" ❤️😇

Once all of the other friends left, we cleaned up the house and got all packed up for our trip. We left at 3:30 AM in the morning on the 23rd of May. I, Shalini, and Rashi were on the verge of sleeping since we didn't get rest in the last 24 hours. Sayantan on the other hand, the night owl and our only driver, was beaming with energy. I was sitting on the seat next to the driver, to give him company on this 12-hour drive. But I could not keep up with the expectations and started to nap at intervals. Bumps on the road or brakes on the highway were my push to wake up and act like I was not asleep. Our itinerary was planned in such a way that we would stay in Munnar, Aleppy, and Munroe Island over a span of 5 days. But no one knew that our plans will fail so desperately.

Anyways, the journey was tough and exciting at the same time. Sayantan had a hard time just before we were to reach our destination. We had coffee and Maggi at regular intervals during our journey. Finally, at 3PM, we reach Munnar's homestay which we booked for ourselves. It was a 2-floor cottage with one room each and it was huge and beautiful. Sayantan and Rashi took the top floor and we took the ground floor. We got freshened up and napped for a while and it was 7 PM quickly. Afraid that we won't be getting any food to eat in this remote area, we dressed up and rushed to the nearest market. Thankfully we got all the Maggi, coffee, and milk powder packets as our backup. Later we found a great place to eat named "FRIENDS Restaurant" where we ended up having dinner every day for the rest of the trip.

Today was a new day (24th May). The view from the property was amazing. Could, mountains, peace, and tranquility, all in one place. It was a romantic stay I must say. We had our breakfast and tea at the hotel itself and left for sightseeing. Today's destination was "Top Station". As the name suggests, it was a very high altitude point, and although it was just a 50 KM drive but took us 3 hours to reach since we had to stop at every picturesque location on the way. We found a beautiful location while returning from the Top station where we put up 4 chairs and simply enjoyed the view with some music and food. After experiencing a beautiful sunset, we got all ready to get back home and suddenly Rashi realized that she has misplaced her work spectacles which were very important. We stopped at each point on our way back to check the area but we were out of luck. The poor girl had to wear her power sunglasses for the rest of the trip.

The next morning (25th May) we were welcoming Rashi's recently married friend Sakshi and her husband Manish. Post breakfast we all left for an adventure ride at "Ripple Adventure Park". There we had to zipline from one end to another and cycle back to the first point. The feeling was really amazing since the river flowing under us was looking magnificent. Sayantan was scared as hell and it took a lot of convincing to get him to do it. But finally, we all came out of there very happy. Next, we left for the "Matupetty Dam". It was raining heavily so we took our time to reach there. The rain was continuous so we only managed to get a few pictures. We came home, had dinner, played some games, and went to bed. We loved Munnar so much that we canceled the entire itinerary and requested the owner for extending our stay by three more days. We still had hope but in the end, the owner agreed. Our lazy asses were very happy that night.

Today (26th May) we had a lazy start to the day. Manish and Sakshi had taken the car and went sightseeing while we were still trying to wake up. In the evening we went to a bridge nearby and sat on the stones to listen to the water flow. It was very soothing. It was raining heavily on the hills, hence the water level increased and we have to run from there. We left for a stroll, in our car of course, and caught glimpses of the waterfalls near to us. Post sunset we went to the market as we had to make some preps for Shalini's birthday tomorrow. Sayantan was busy buying masalas and we booked a very local cake at a local store in the market. I was not in favor to take it but we had no other choice. The last shop we visited was a bakery "Annapurni by Nimi's Recipies" and trust me it was simply amazing. I got another cake from there and I prepared a wishlist of the things I will take back from here.

Sayantan has already asked the homestay owners to arrange for a bonfire tonight on the occasion of a birthday celebration. We were given wood and kerosene oil for the same. Before midnight struck, I, Sayantan, and Manish put in all efforts to light up the bonfire meanwhile the girls were getting ready. The preparations were done, the cake was ready and so were the party poppers. It was great fun with all six of us. We partied, played dumb charades, and did a little dance as well. A very very happy birthday wifey!!! I wish to make your upcoming birthdays more special. And thanks to all of you guys for making it awesome.

Since the night was long, we still had to get up early today (27th May) as I had confirmed the jeep safari guy to be at our location at 11 AM. We left in a Thar for a 2-3 hour ride that covered 5 different locations in Munnar. Some of the locations were "Hanging bridge", "Ponmudi/Idukki Dam" and "Nadukani Para viewpoint". The locations were very good but the off-roading experience was something we would take back with us in our memories. After completing the safari, we were dropped back at the homestay. Manish and Sakshi had to leave in the evening for a different location so we quickly had lunch and dropped them at the bus stop in Munnar market. They are really great people. Today was our last night in Munnar so we left for the Madupetty Dam once again. We had to find a beautiful location for our pictures and we did find a very beautiful spot. Shalini really loved it. We had our full of pictures and drove back in the rain after sunset.

We checked out of the homestay (28th May) at the usual time of 10 AM since we wanted to avoid traffic. While coming to Munnar we spotted a place where we had to trek down from the road to the riverfront. The river was flowing in a very thin stream there. We kept close attention while returning and found that place. We took an hour's break and enjoyed the view there.

We had our lunch and dinner at roadside dhabas. Sayantan drove really well and we reached our home in Bengaluru after midnight. Everyone was super tired so we all crashed. We had our flight to Delhi today evening so Sayantan planned to prepare chicken for lunch.

This trip is very dear to me. I celebrated my wife's 30th birthday with some amazing people by my side. I wish we can have more such plans in the future. Leaving you all with the best picture of the trip. Until then Hasta-La-Vista baby.

#trip #munnar #picturesque

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luv-xoxo · 2 years

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Car naps -Vinnie Hacker

877W

Vinnies pov

Today me jett and yn were driving to Seattle, it begun out trip midday so we will be arriving by tomorrow morning since it's a 17 hours trip, thats if we don't get stuck at traffic. Right now we are maybe 30 minutes in. "Hey baby can you pass me a water bottle" I asked my girlfriend since I was diving but got no response "yn? ", " Think she fell asleep but here you go" Jett said offering me a sealed bottle "thanks", I drank some of the water and place it on the cup holder.

Soon we approached a red light so I turn to look at my sleeping girlfriend, I threw my jacket over her and I lent over to lower her seat so it would be more comfortable for her to sleep since I know for sure that she will wake up when we stop for food and to switch with jett on who's driving. "That was fast tho we aren't even driving for an hour" Said jett just as I started driving again "yeah I know whats why we don't really drive long distances much she always falls asleep 20 minutes after we start driving" I smiled , he laughed "well at least you know what to do when she can't sleep", " Oh trust me I know more ways to put her to sleep than driving her around in the Middle of the night. " I smirked "I don't wanna know" Jett said slightly disgusted probably cause he saw yn as a sister. " I meant a hot bath or some warm chocolate, get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty minded piece of shit" I said chuckling, he chuckled too both of us knowing that sex is exactly what I meant. That seemed to woke yn up "hi" She said in a sleepy voice "hey there pretty girl" , "welcome back to the real world" Me and Jett said at the same time. She sat up and fixed her seat and then 'stole' my coffee so she can be fully awake as she claimed. Let me tell you she was asleep 20 minutes later "so much for keeping you awake" I laughed at myself " Maybe she didn't drink much to keep her awake " , " She had the whole cup it was literally almost completely filled" I laughed "Noooo, how did she do that? ", " You tell me" I laughed

Skip to a few hours later

We are 8 hours in, and it's tim for some real food and also time to switch I desperately need to sleep a bit, driving is exhausting especially when you are the only one awake, see Jett fell asleep bout 5 hours ago. Finally twenty minutes later there was a dinner on the side of the highway so I pulled up to its parking lot, I turned around shaking jetts knee to wake him up which worked and then I kissed yns cheek while shaking her a bit "come on baby wake up time to eat" She indeed woke up. We got out and walking in the dinner me and Jett Jett settled for some burgers and fries while yn got chicken nuggets with fries and a strawberry milkshake. Soon enough we were back in car Jett on the drivers seat while me and yn got comfortable in the back so we can sleep.

Time skip

3rd persons pov

Maria with Nate and Reggie were waiting outside of the house for the boys and yn to arrive Maria and Nate thought of Jett as a second son and as for yn she was the daughter they never had and they were praying to every God that what she and Vinnie ha would last and one day they would be able to lawfully call her their daughter.

Anyway soon enough they saw vins car approach,and soon came to a halt. To say they were confused is understandable from were they were standing only Jett was visible... Jett stepped out of the car and went over hugging them "hello Mr and Mrs hacker, Reggie my man" He greeted " Hello there Jett!!! " Maria said "how was the trip? " Nate asked "yo did my brother was that annoying that you threw him out if the car? " Reg laughed which was followed by jetts laugh. "No no he and yn are in the back seat sleeping" He smiled with that Maria and Nate took of to the car, they were so cute that Maria snapped a picture of them "mom mom", " Yes reg" " Can I wake them up" "Uh yeah sure go ahead" "Great Reggie said getting in the drivers seat and start honking. Both yn and Vin jumped but when they realize what going on they start laughing. As soon as they were outside the car Maria hugged yn kissing her cheek and Nate join the hug shortly after. " Look at that my parents are more happy to see my girlfriend than me THEIR ACTUAL CHILD " he said to his brother and Jett the last part a bit louder "honestly bro I m more happy to see her than you as well" Said Reggie while making his way to yn making vins mouth drop open and Jett laugh harder than ever before.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie fluff #vinnie vincent #hype house #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie fanfic

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jaemsun00 · 3 years

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NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though”

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

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andysbubba · 3 years

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Loving you

Andy Barber x Gender neutral (?) reader

-> the one where you’re tired of andy’s igorance towards himself

Note: Angst diffusing into fluff, the typical andy-kitchen scene i used in my candlelight loving fic— except there’s no smut, ++ feedbacks welcomed as always! and reblogs and likes are more than appreciated <33

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Andy, baby. Will you please take a break?” You exasperatedly sigh when you see Andy still hovering over his desk in his study after the fifth time you told him to take some time to rest.

“I know, I know. Just a little more, honey. I’ll join you in bed in a bit, okay?” He only looked up at you for barely a second to reply before his eyes were back on the stacks of case studies and folders on his desk.

Truth be told, you were completely done with his bullshit.

You huff in frustration, rolling your eyes the slightest bit and muttering to yourself as you distanced yourself from Andy’s home office with full annoyance. “Fucking lawyers.”

Andy’s been fully hung up on work ever since one of his co-workers took a vacation off work just last week. Meaning that his already-extensive workload just got an upgrade. Also meaning that he’d drag his workload home and continue working his ass off in his study. Which really- there’s nothing wrong with your boyfriend being all diligent and assiduous.

But it really doesn’t seem all that glorifying when you’re the one having to deal with all his crap. You could’ve probably list down all the times he put fucking paperwork above you, and the list would probably have been as long as Article 1.

Unbeknownst to you, Andy caught onto what you said right before you left his study. He felt guilty, alright. All he’s done is to be a complete work-addict while you’re out there being the best lover one can ever ask for. And all he wants to do is to chase after you and apologize and stay in bed and order in pizza with you. But the never ending workload on his desk was the one thing keeping him away from having you all snug in his chest.

He shakes his head, eyes glancing back down at his work. He was beyond exhausted, the pot of coffee you made him and the hope that the earlier he wraps his work up, the earlier he can shower you with all the love you deserved, was his only motivation to keep reading though the files and trying to get as much work done.

You groggily rubbed your eyes as you tried to feel around the sheets for Andy. And honestly? You weren’t even surprised that he wasn’t there. It was 7 in the morning, and it was too early for Andy to be up if he actually went to sleep last night. You could only assume that he never even went to bed, no matter how much you wished otherwise.

You head out to his study, the door’s still opened as it was yesterday and the faint noise of keyboard clicking tells you that Andy’s still working inside.

“Babe?” You knocked on the wooden door, trying to get his attention.

Andy’s hunched in his seat, eyes switching between his laptop and the files from time to time as he typed. He glances up at you, just a little surprised.

“Did you get some sleep, honey?” You asked, even though you knew you’d only receive the answer you dreaded so much.

He glances at the digital clock on the wall, only realising that it’s been 6 hours since you last came in to check on him. He scratches the back of his neck as he shook his head and mentally cursed himself. “I—”

He considered lying, but he already felt as bad for leaving you to sleep alone the whole night and breaking his promise on joining you in bed. And knowing you, you’d probably see right through his lies anyway.

You sigh, shaking your head and disappointedly rubbing your face. “I swear to god, Andrew—” You turned away before you could allow yourself to get even more pissed at him. Which most probably would’ve been impossible.

Caffeine. God— caffeine sounds fucking amazing right now.

Andy’s beyond guilty. So much more than what he felt yesterday. And his heart burns when he sees you so disappointed and pissed at him. The kind of pain where it feels like it’s being crushed and squashed.

He didn’t even realise that he went a whole night of work without sleep. Nor did he realise the time. Or that he forgot to keep his promise to join you in bed. Or the fact that he never paid attention to you for more than 5 minutes in the last 10 hours. Or that he didn’t join you for dinner. Or— okay, the list is long alright. And Andy knows he’s hurt you- the one person who’s patient enough to deal with him and the one person he loves above anything else in the goddamn world.

He ditched his laptop and stood up. Stretching his legs and working out the kinks in his muscles.

Andy trailed behind your footsteps, leaving his study for the first time in almost a day. It really took you to be angry at him just to get him out of the study. Andy knows his sorry isn’t enough. And you truly deserved every right to be pissed at him.

You were sorting your morning tea out when he came into the kitchen. Andy couldn’t help but smile fondly at you- or rather, your back really. For goodness sake, Andy’s head over heels in love with you. With every inch of you from head to toe. It is truly indescribable.

He steps up behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders, and his chin resting on the tiny area joining your shoulder and your neck.

“Hi, baby,” He pressed a soft kiss on where his chin was before.

He wasn’t surprised that you stayed silent and continued doing your own thing. He knows damn well he deserves the silent treatment, alright.

“Honey,” He trails off as his thumbs rubbed circles on both sides of your shoulder. “Talk to me please, baby.”

You let out a heavy sigh, unwilling to turn and look at him, but you knew stirring tea wasn’t enough to occupy the next 3 minutes of your life, let alone the next few hours.

Andy turns you around by your shoulders, one hand shifting your mug to the side so he doesn’t accidentally mess up more and end up spilling hot tea all over you. He picks you up by your sides and sets you down softly on the counter.

His head was around your chest level now. As much as Andy wanted to bury his head in your chest and stay there forever, he knows he has to say something because you definitely won’t say it first. He takes your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, his pretty blue eyes staring up at you the whole time.

One look and you know he’s sorry. His watery eyes bring you to that conclusion.

“I’m sorry, honey.” He sighs, guiltily holding your palm up to the side of his face. “I know I hurt you. I was just so focused on the case that I didn’t even realise I hurt you, baby. You deserve all the right to be mad at me and ignore me and- fuck. I really messed up, Y/n.”

Andy shakes his head, “I just thought that if I wrapped up all my work, I’d have more time with you.” He chuckles humourlessly. “I know what I did was wrong, baby. You gave me more than enough chances yesterday but I messed up every one and I left you.”

He glances into your eyes desperately, his hand gripping onto your palm on his cheek tightly. You know it’s a silent plea for you to respond and do that thing he loves about your touch.

You find yourself surrendering to his silent plea, and your thumb brushed the side of his face. Soft and repeatedly. The comfort it brought Andy was beyond words. He leaned into your palm, seeking more of your touch.

“You’ve been nothing but understanding and caring and I just kept on taking advantage of that.” Andy was grateful he had someone as amazing as you. “ I’m so sorry I hurt you, honey. I know I j- just completely left you alone— and shit, you don’t deserve that, my love.” The crack in his voice broke your resolve.

You breathed deeply, bringing your other palm up to the other side of his face. “Baby, you really don’t get it, do you?” You paused, searching his eyes before realising that Andy didn’t truly understand why you were upset in the first place. “Andy, everytime I came up to check on you— that was for you. I wanted you to get some rest, honey. You looked exhausted every single time I came in, and I hated that you just ignored your own health.”

“You skipped dinner, bub.” Your hands shifts down to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. “All this overworking and sleepless nights— I just wish you’d take care of yourself more, Andy.”

Andy sighs, hands shifting down to your hips and he leans in, burying his head in the middle of your chest.

You felt his lips moving against your his shirt as he murmured. “I know, ‘m sorry.” Andy inhaled deeply, your natural, comforting scent piercing through his nose. “I missed you, bubba,”

You run a hand through his hair. “I missed you too, love.” You lean down and kissed the top of his head. “You wanna go wash up or get some rest while I heat up yesterday’s dinner?”

“Wanna stay just like this.” He mumbled into the fabric of your his shirt.

You laughed heartily, “Go nap on the couch, Barbie.” He pulls away from your chest. “Or at least, please go brush your teeth. I’ll fix up somethin’ for you.”

“And sleep with me after?” He arched a brow, and you took the time to scan over Andy’s face. He looks so fucking exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes and the barely noticeable strands of gray hair among the luscious black is a simple message that he was stressed. And god, you wanted nothing more than to take care of him and make sure he’s all healthy and— lord.

“Anything you want, baby. As long as you don’t step foot in the study till tomorrow afternoon.” You pressed your forehead against his, lips touching into an easy kiss.

You were both exhausted— Andy with his lack of sleep and you having to worry over him almost every 45 minutes. You both needed the rest. And some time together where it’s just the two of you and no one else exists.

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Mister captain, you should ask miss Y/N out.

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Summary: you, a teacher, organised a school trip with the kids to visit the survey corps. (kids are around 4/5 years old)

Your job as a teacher inside of Wall Sina a great job. It was close to your house – technically, your parents’ house – and the salary was nice too. Not that you needed the money since your parents were wealthy. When your parents told you what possibilities you had as a job, you chose to be a teacher – you loved having children around. Thankfully, your classes’ children were always really nice and obedient.

“Hello, miss Y/L/N.” your class said when you entered the room.

“Good morning! Did you all remember to bring your lunch boxes today?” you asked.

“Yes!” they all said at the same time.

You organised a trip for the kids – two weeks ago the school decided to organise a visit to the Military Police base, and you thought it would be fun for the kids to meet the survey corps too.

“I want to meet captain Levi because he is so strong.” Percy said.

“I want to meet squad leader Hange because they’re so cool!” Annabeth said.

You gave a quick presentation to your kids the day before so they would know a little about them. After an hour, you all arrived safely at the survey corps headquarters. The commander – with whom you were friend with – welcomed you and your class.

“Y/N.” Erwin welcomed you with a hug.

“Commander Erwin!” Monica yelled with admiration, “me too!” she run to hug Erwin.

“Hey.” Erwin knelt down and every other kid ran to hug him.

“Big success amongst children I see.” Hange laughed.

“Can I have a hug too?” Annabeth timidly asked Hange.

“Awn, of course.” Hange hugged her.

“Mister commander,” Percy asked, “is mister Levi going to be here too?”

After confirming that Levi will be there, Erwin invited you to come in. Erwin showed you where they ate and where they trained. The kids got to see recruits training with their ODM gear and with horses.

“Miss Y/N,” James pulled on your dress lightly, “can we go and pet the horses?”

“You have to ask the commander.”

“Can you please ask him for me?” James asked you timidly.

“He doesn’t bite,” Steve, James’ best friend said. “I’ll go with you, come.” Steve reached out his hand.

While the survey corps members were helping the kids with the horses, Levi appeared behind you silently. Percy was the first one to notice Levi behind you.

“It’s the captain!” Percy yelled pointing behind you.

You turned around and jumped a little. You smiled at the captain and before you could talk, all the kids arrived running toward Levi.

“Hello mister captain Levi.” Percy smiled.

The kids were all talking to everyone while you were just standing there awkwardly, watching everyone. Erwin came to where you were and sat on the grass.

“You should take this opportunity to go and talk to Levi.” Erwin told you.

“What – why… I mean.” you stuttered.

Percy suddenly took the captain’s hand and dragged him where you were.

“Miss Y/N doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Percy said, “that means you can ask her on a date, right?” Percy looked at Levi.

Erwin was laughing silently, and you immediately looked away. You did not want to let Levi see how embarrassed you were. Levi also looked away, not knowing what to say or do.

“That can’t be a bad idea.” Erwin laughed.

“Ok!” you said loudly, “it’s time to eat kids, come on!”

You all walked to the mess hall and the kids all sat around a table. You sat at the end of the table, next to Hange and in front of Levi.

“Your lunch looks so much better than ours.” Hange commented.

“So much meat.” Erwin added.

“Do you want some? I can switch with you if you want.” you said.

“Oh no it’s fine.” Erwin reassured you.

You still decided to share your meat with them. You put a piece a meat on top of everyone’s plate and decided to put the biggest piece on Levi’s one. After lunch, Erwin and Hange took the kids for a walk while you decided to stay to clean the tables. Levi volunteered to help.

Levi helped you cleaned the kids’ lunch boxes in silence. Neither one of you knew what to say.

“I’m sorry about what Percy said earlier.” you blurted out, “it was really inappropriate.”

“It’s fine.”

“We should go and join the kids,” you said when all the boxes were clean, “thank you for you help, it was… really nice.”

“No problem.”

You two walked side to side to the training grounds where the kids were. Erwin, Hange, Mike, Nanaba and Moblit were all sitting under a big tree talking together.

“You should join them, I’m – I’m going to play with the kids.” you told Levi.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” Levi suggested without thinking.

“Oh…” you thought about it before refusing, “I noticed how uncomfortable you were with them around you, thank you though.”

“Ok.” Levi then left.

You played hide-and-seek with the kids and then played ag with them for at least two hours. You were out of breath a little but continued to play with them.

“Miss Y/N,” Percy called you, “Annabeth fell, and her knee is bleeding!”

“Oh no. It’s okay, don’t cry.” you said when you saw her eyes tearing up. “Let’s go see the commander and look for something to clean that ok?”

You took Annabeth with you and Hange told you that they would take care of this. Percy stayed with you and sat down next to the captain.

“Did you know that Miss Y/N knew how to play the piano?” Percy said. “She plays the violin too. It always puts us to sleep. Miss Y/N,” Percy faced you, “you should play.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a piano here or violin.” Erwin explained.

“Then you should come to our school one day, and watch miss Y/N play.”

“Percy, I don’t think – they are very busy remember?” you said.

“No, I’m sure we can find something.” Erwin smiled.

“Mister captain, will you be there too?” Percy asked.

“Yes, I will.” Levi answered looking at you.

You smiled at him and then quickly looked away as you felt your cheeks heating up. Then, Annabeth and Hange came back, and it was already time for you to leave.

The kids made their goodbyes – you hugged everyone goodbye and when it was Levi’s turn, you did not think twice and hugged him goodbye too.

At night, Erwin paid Levi a visit before bed. Erwin thought it would be a good idea to visit you and the kids the week after which Levi agreed.

“What?” Levi asked when he saw that Erwin was just staring at him.

“Nothing.” Erwin said, “you remembered Y/N, right?”

Levi first met you during an event to collect money for the survey corps inside of Wall Sina. Your father was participating, and you volunteered to help. It was really boring, so you spent all your time playing the piano.

The first person you noticed was Erwin as you already met him once during a previous event, then you quickly noticed Levi. He was more discreet and did not talk much. When Erwin spotted you at the piano, he came to greet you with Levi behind.

You shared one sentence with the captain before he had to leave with Erwin which disappointed you a lot. There was definitely some physical attraction from your side. When you told your friend, she was perplexed at first.

“I mean, he never smiles… he’s kind of short and… I don’t know.”

“Yeah, I said I liked him; I didn’t ask for your opinion. And his height isn’t a problem. I’m practically the same height.”

“Only a little bit taller.”

“Not a problem for me. Anyway, it’s not like I’m going to see him again.”

The survey corps’ visit finally arrived and the kids could not have been more excited. Each one of them brought a gift for each member.

The kids showed them the classroom, their nap room, and the instruments room. For their nap, as usual, you played a little bit of piano and they fell asleep pretty quickly. While everyone else went to drink some coffee, Levi stayed behind with you to keep an eye on the kids.

“I really liked what you played.” Levi said.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yeah. Why do you look so surprised?”

“Oh. It’s just last time you heard me play,” you said referring to the first time you met him, “you said that it made you want to sleep.”

“It was a compliment.” Levi admitted, perfectly remembering the night you met. “I never want to sleep, so it was a compliment.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” you laughed softly. “Because I really thought that your first impression of me was… not good.”

“It was.”

“Good.” you smiled, “Mine was good too. You looked really good in that suit; it was really pretty.” you admitted.

“You looked beautiful too.”

“Does that mean you two are a couple?” Percy asked looking at you.

“Why aren’t you sleeping.” you stood up embarrassed.

“I want to pee.”

After the kids went home, it was also time for Levi and his friends to leave.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Levi asked you.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to ask you out, if that’s ok with you.”

“Really?” you whispered.

“Yes. I really like your company. I know we don’t know much about each other but I’d to… know more about you.”

“I’d love that too.”

“Great.”

“I’ll come to see you next week then, when I’m not working.”

“Ok. I like that.”

Levi and you went on multiple dates, eight to be exact, before you asked him to be your boyfriend. He accepted and is only after that date that you had your first kiss together.

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