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rihrus · 2 years
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Tbh has gotten a job at five guys
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tlou-reid · 5 months
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Baked Goodies ❤︎ Aaron Hotchner
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♡ SUMMARY: aaron is smitten for his new graduate student neighbor as soon as he meets her.
♡ WARNINGS: male masturbation, allusions to smut but nothing fully written (part 2?), tooth-rotting fluff, mutual pining & slowburn, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of criminal minds-esque violence, age gap (mid 20s/mid 40s)
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Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever blushed before now. The warmth on his cheeks was an unfamiliar feeling, as was the smile that was slowly making its way across his face. “Thank you,” He says with a voice that’s slightly lower than his usual tone. His hand reached out to grab the Tupperware container you were holding in yours. He tried to ignore the gentle shock that reached his fingertips as they made contact with yours. He also tried to ignore how soft the skin of your manicured hand was. It was probably a lotion, one with the same lavender scent radiating off your body.
“No need to thank me!” Your voice was so lively, so excitable. It was unlike anything he’d ever heard before. “If you ever need any more baked goods, I’m right across the street.” As you spoke, you lifted your arm to point at the house across the street from his.
You were his new neighbor. The house had been on sale for a few weeks and Aaron had been keeping his eye on it, seeing who the new family would be. He was hoping it would be a family that had a child similar to Jack’s age. He didn’t have any friends in the neighborhood, they all lived a few blocks over. Having someone Jack could bond with right across the street would make things easier for both him and his son. Especially when Aaron had to leave for days or weeks at a time due to his job.
But, selfishly, he was not disappointed it was you at all. You hadn’t disclosed if it was just you living in the house or not, but Aaron had already formed an imaginary life for you. It was just you and some pet living in the house, and he was going to be the protector. He’d check on you, you’d come to him when you need some manly job done at the house. And he hadn’t known you for more than five minutes yet.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a slight chuckle. “It was nice to meet you, Aaron!” You called to him as you stepped off his porch, heading to the next house to take your fresh-baked goods to. He closed the door, stepping in and taking a look at the container you’d dropped off. It had a mix of different treats, all homemade. There was a little note inside.
“Jack, I got food!” He yelled to his son as he made his way to the kitchen. He quickly sat it down, opened it, and took out the note before Jack could see it. “Hi! I’m Y/N, your new neighbor! I hope you enjoy these! (p.s. there’s no peanuts!) x” is what the note read. He smiled at the fact that you didn’t give off any real personal information, and even more at the fact that you worried about the allergies of the neighborhood. Not even people you knew. You were worried about the allergies of strangers. He felt his blush come back.
“What’s that?” Jack’s voice tore him away from his thoughts. “Someone moved into the house across the street, she baked some stuff and is giving it out,” Aaron explained. “For free?” Jack inquired, reaching for a chocolate chip cookie. Aaron laughed, “Yeah, she was introducing herself.” Jack nodded, biting into his cookie. “Wow!” He exclaimed, surprised at how good it tasted. Aaron laughed again, reaching for one of his own.
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It was almost a week before Aaron saw you again. The team had been called in to work on a semi-local case that lasted four days. It wasn’t the worst thing Aaron had been through, but it’s never easy to come face-to-face with a serial killer. Then, he’d just become busy with paperwork and Jack’s after-school activities. Aaron had helped coach one of his soccer games, which wasn’t something he got to do often.
So now, late Sunday morning, he was finally making the walk across the street to your house. He had planned this since the moment you’d dropped the Tupperware container into his hand. He was going to return it just so he could see you again. 
He gently knocked on your door, loud enough you would hear it if you were around, but not loud enough to wake you up if you’d decided to sleep in today. He hadn’t seen enough to observe your routine. Not in a creepy way, just the way you notice when your neighbor’s car is in its driveway or if they do yardwork every Saturday evening. Come to think of it, he didn’t know any of his neighbor’s routines. He was never around enough to notice them.
When you opened the door, his attention left the surrounding houses and landed right on you. He had been looking around upon realizing how little he knew about the people in his neighborhood. You’d be the first one he’d get to know, he decided.
“Aaron!” You were basically beaming at him. He smiled and mumbled out a, “hello”. “How are you today?” You smiled, stepping out onto the porch to stand near him. “I’m good, I was just coming to return the container.” He explained, holding out the Tupperware. You reached out to take it from him, looking at his hands. You couldn’t help but notice the veins that ran along them.
“Oh! You didn’t have to,” You chuckled, moving your eyes up to look at his again. If you were being honest, you’d been surprised when he answered the door. Chatter about the older man from the neighbors you had given your baked goods to prior to arriving at his house had you ready to be nervous and intimidated.
Instead, you were undeniably attracted to him. When he had first opened the door after hearing your timid knocks, you couldn’t help but let your eyes scan his broad form. You didn’t think he had noticed, as he was too busy trying to figure out why someone was unexpectedly knocking at his door.
“Did you like them?” You asked with wide eyes. He could tell you were genuinely curious. “I did,” He smiled as he continued, “With the few that I had at least. My son loved them.”
“Your son?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. Of course, an attractive man like him was married with kids. You weren’t sure why hadn’t assumed that before. “Yeah, Jack. He’s my son.” Aaron was awkward, not really knowing what you were asking. You recovered quickly, “Which ones were his favorite? I can make more!” Aaron smiled with a slight shake of his head, “He loved them all, you don’t have to worry about any of that.” You laughed, “I do! I love baking, it’s a nice way to pass time.” Aaron nodded along to your words, “I guess he liked the brownies the most, they were gone in a day.” You smiled, taking a mental note. 
“And your wife?” There was a hidden motive behind this question, one you hoped Aaron didn’t pick up on. You wanted, no, needed to know the details of this man’s life. You needed to know if you could keep up the fantasy you were creating of him. He let out an awkward laugh, “Uh, no,” he cleared his throat, “No wife. Just me and Jack.” You almost wanted to break out into a smile at his words, but you knew that would be inappropriate.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to like, pry, or anything.” The awkward tone of the conversation was beginning to make you uncomfortable. As much as you wanted to know, you didn’t want to blow your chances with him. “It’s okay,” he comforts you when it should definitely be the other way around, “Just a bit of a touchy subject.” You nodded in understanding. You two stood there in silence for a little bit, before Aaron stepped back. “I should get back,” He said, nodding towards his house.
“Yeah, yeah. It was good to see you again.” Aaron took note of the awkward smile and lack of eagerness in your voice. “You too, Y/N. See you around.” He stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked down the steps of your porch
He was just reaching the curb on his side of the street when he heard someone yell your name. You hadn’t retreated back into your house, instead opting to tidy up the furniture on your porch. He didn’t know you were waiting to make sure he had made it into the house safely. Aaron watched as the man who lived two houses down from you began to approach your porch.
“The cookies were delicious!” The man was still shouting as he walked over. Aaron couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He watched as you giggled at his words, yelling back, “Thank you!” When the man approached you, he handed off the same kind of Tupperware container Aaron had given you. Aaron couldn’t help the jealousy that took over him as he realized this man and he had the same idea: returning the container just to see you again.
Once the man reached you and Aaron could no longer hear your conversation, he turned to continue walking back toward his home. He couldn’t help but notice how you giggled at this man’s words. Your conversation with him felt so natural, which was very different from the uncomfortable conversation you two had.
Aaron couldn’t help but feel insecure about this. Of course, you’d want to conversate with the younger, handsome, athletic guy who lived in the neighborhood. Why would you choose an older man who had a child and knees that creaked when he stood from his office chair? You wouldn’t. No one would.
Little did Aaron know, you had been watching him the entire time you were talking to the neighbor. You couldn’t help but check Aaron out as he walked away. His sweatpants hugged his hips deliciously and the athletic fit shirt showed off the muscles in his back. Aaron was hot and you couldn’t deny it.
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The next time you saw Aaron was very unexpected. Your friend, Elise, had convinced you to volunteer at the local middle school, working the door for entry to the soccer game they were hosting on a Friday night. Part of her grad school program involved her working at this school, so you guys had signed up together. She was excited to see the students she had been working closely with.
 You, however, had completely forgotten you had a paper due for one of your graduate classes. So, she was up, selling tickets, conversating with parents, and wishing the students good luck, while you had your nose buried in your laptop. Textbooks and articles were spread across the table that was holding the register for the ticket money.
“Jack! You’re gonna do great!” You heard Elise encourage one of the students, not really paying attention anymore. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice that you looked up from your halfway-done paper. “He’s been practicing hard,” Aaron smiled, touselling the hair on the little boy’s head.
Your movement from behind your laptop caught his attention. “Hello, Y/N,” he said, not expecting to see you there. Jack and your friend both turned to face you, surprised that you and Aaron knew each other.
Aaron pushed Jack forward with a gentle hand on his back, “Buddy, do you remember the cookies and stuff our neighbor had dropped off?” Aaron asked him, ready to introduce you two. “You made them?” Jack asked, stepping closer to you. You nodded at him with a smile, “Yes! I live across the street from you!” You smiled at the young boy. You didn’t notice the eyebrow raise your friend gave you, knowing about the crush you had said you were growing on your older neighbor. She was connecting the dots.
“Do you work here?” Aaron asked as Jack ran into the stadium to join his team. You shook your head, pointing to Elise, “She does. She needed volunteers and asked me to work.” Aaron nodded. He let out a light laugh and pointed to your laptop, “Doesn’t seem like you're doing a lot of work.”
Your cheeks started to warm up in embarrassment, “I have a paper due that I completely forgot about.” Aaron was shocked to hear you discussing college. He thought you were older than that. “You’re in college?” He asked. You nodded again, “Grad school. I only have one more semester until I graduate.” You explained, and he relaxed. You were older than an undergraduate. 
He knew you were young, but he didn’t think he was being perverted by forming a small crush on you. Sure, some people may deem it inappropriate, but it is up to you in the end. If, by some miniscule chance, you harbored the same feelings he did, he wouldn’t feel weird about it, he didn’t think.
Aaron questioned what you were studying and you explained your major, your intended career, and how passionate you were about what you were doing. As your face lit up and your hands aided in your expressive explanation, it was as if Aaron could feel fondness growing in his chest. He began to feel warm, as if you were the sun shining on him.
 He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. The only feeling that could mirror what he was feeling now was when Jack got crowned MVP at his last soccer tournament. It’s the kind of pride that you feel when you know someone is going to go far. Aaron wanted to go with you.
Unfortunately, the buzzer interrupted his thoughts. He let out a breath, a small “Shit” escaping from his lips before he continued, “I gotta get to my seat.” He chucked, rushing away, “Good to see you.” He nodded at you and your friend before disappearing into the stadium.
“So that’s him? The hot next-door neighbor?” Elise squealed, with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Elise! Stop!” You whisper-shouted at her, still weary of Aaron’s presence, “I have a paper to finish.” She laughed at the way you made your eyes big, emphasizing that she needed to drop the subject.
“Okay,” Elise breathed out after a while, relaxing in the seat next to you, “we’re done!” You nodded at her words, moving to save the file on your laptop. “What’s next?” You asked as you closed it, deciding to finish the paper later. “You hungry? The concession stand has fantastic pizza!” Even if you weren’t, the way she practically moaned about it had you wanting this pizza. “Sure,” you shrugged. You packed up your things as Elise dropped off the register where it needed to go, and then you guys headed into the stadium.
The line for the concession stand moved quickly. You couldn’t help but scan the stands for Aaron, wondering where he ended up sitting. When Elise proposed staying to see the end of the game, you agreed, solely because it would increase your chances of seeing him again.
And, you did. Not until the very end of the game, after the buzzer had sounded and Jack’s team ran to the sidelines, celebrating the win they had just claimed. The only way you found Aaron was through the cheers. He was the loudest one, the proudest parent sitting amongst the whole school. It brought a smile to your face to know how much he loved his son.
“Congratulations, kid!” Elise cheered for Jack as he approached the entrance to the field, by where you two were standing waiting to congratulate the team. Jack just smiled before turning back to his friends. “You guys did great!” You called from behind her. Aaron smiled at you as he reached where you and Elise were stood.
“So, will you guys be at more games?” He wasn’t going to invite you, as he felt that would be overstepping some invisible boundary he had made up in his head. But, if you were going to be around anyway he could at least offer to sit with you. “I definitely will be!” Elise cheered, turning to you. “I’ll see. You never know with school and work.” You shrugged, trying to mask the disappointment. You were not aware that Aaron was doing the same.
“Dad!” Jack shouts, running over to his father, “Can I sleep at Chris’ house tonight? The whole team is going!” You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked, and the fond look Aaron gave back to him. “Sure thing, buddy. Let’s just run home to get your stuff.” Aaron turned to bid a quick goodbye to you and Elise. To your surprise, he turned back to you. “Did you need a ride home?”
You stuttered at his words, “Uh, no, um, Elise-” “Yes, she does! I was her ride but my boyfriend just asked to meet somewhere!” Elise nudged you as she cut you off. She waved her phone to emphasize her point. “Thanks, Mr. Hotchner, you’re the best! Have fun at your sleepover, Jack!” Elise said as she stepped away from the group. Once you were the only one that could see her, she threw you a big smile and thumbs up, before taking off to your car.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that happened,” You gestured to your friend running off as you apologized. “No need to be sorry, I wouldn’t have offered if it bothered me. It’s not like you live far away.” You nodded and smiled at Aaron’s comforting words, thanking him again. “C’mon, the car’s this way.” You followed him and Jack, watching as Aaron congratulated Jack on the win and questioned him on the different strategies the team uses throughout.
Aaron opened the passenger door as Jack climbed his way into the back. Your jaw almost dropped as you realized he opened it for you. It was so casual. He didn’t even stop his conversation with Jack as he held it open for you. He laughed at something as you buckled your seat belt up.
 When he leaned over to check that you were comfortable in the seat, his eyes met yours. He gave you the softest smile you’d ever seen and you could feel butterflies take flight in your stomach. Your cheeks felt warm and you looked down at your hands, growing nervous under his gaze. You mumbled a soft “thank you” as he closed your door, walking around to the driver’s side.
Aaron noticed your nervousness this time. He could tell you were shocked at his actions. Initially, this made him sad as he realized that no man had ever shown you the care you deserved. However, that sadness quickly turned to excitement as he realized he could be the first. He wanted to show you how you deserved to be loved in so many ways, definitely more than just opening a door for you.
The drive to your homes was filled with laughter as you and Jack tried to sing the pop songs that were steadily playing on the radio. Jack kept stumbling over the words and you could not carry a tune to save your life. Aaron had matching butterflies to yours as you interacted with his son.
His car pulled into the driveway and Jack was inside the house faster than you could even open your door. You both laughed as Aaron made his way around the car to stand with you. “I can walk you across while he gets his things,” Aaron gestured to his house, indicating Jack might be a second inside.
“You don’t have to. Get him to his sleepover, he seems excited.” Aaron laughed, nodding along to your words. “Have a good night, Aaron.” He wished you the same and watched as you made your way to your house. His eyes didn’t leave your figure until you were safely inside.
Jack gathered his things for the sleepover very quickly. Aaron was almost certain he had forgotten something as they made their way back into the car. Once they were buckled and on their way, Jack shifted his body to face his dad.
“Dad?” He asked, getting his father’s attention. Aaron let out a gentle “hmm” of recognition. “Do you have a crush on our neighbor?” Aaron didn’t answer, reaching forward to turn up the radio, but the pink spreading across his dad’s cheeks was the only answer Jack needed.
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Aaron was exhausted. Completely and totally exhausted. The case and been long and gut-wrenching. The only victory was the arrest of the unsub, as he had murdered all of his previous victims before the team could save them. Aaron was gone for two and a half weeks, and barely got any sleep while he was away.
“Thanks, JJ,” His voice was weak as he thanked her, reaching into the back of the SUV to get his go-bag. He had been too tired to drive himself. JJ had kindly offered after seeing the dark eye bags he was wearing. “Anytime, Hotch. Get some sleep.” He could only muster up a nod in return.
Aaron was turning the key in his lock when he heard your door. “Shit!” You yelped as the glass outer door slammed. He turned around with a chuckle, never too tired to see you. “Hello, Y/N!” He called as best he could with how tired he was.
He was suddenly wide awake when you faced him. He hoped you couldn’t see his eyes scan the entirety of your body, pausing at your very exposed thighs. You were in a loose, long-sleeved t-shirt that came down the end of your butt. The shorts you were wearing with it were incredibly short, barely covered by the shirt. Even with the distance between your houses, he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra.
He wanted to blame the way his dick was hardening on how tired he was, and definitely not the dirty thoughts he was having about you right now. He could imagine the way his rough hands would trace the skin across your thighs as he pulled you into his lap, preparing to devour you. His fantasies did not slow as you yelled back to him, very excitedly, “Aaron! Where have you been?”
He shook his head, attempting to clear it so he could have a normal conversation with you. His heart fluttered at the fact that you’d noticed his disappearance. “I was away for work,” he informed, “for far too long.” You erupted into a smile, walking off your porch, “Well, the neighborhood missed you!” He knew you were lying. No one in this neighborhood knew him. They didn’t care if he was gone or not.
But, being a profiler had its perks. He knew the hidden meaning in your words. You missed him. His brain was tired and his heart was beating a million times a minute. That must’ve been why his mouth was moving before he could stop it, “I missed you too.” The words rolled off of his tongue, no thought behind them. No thoughts, but definitely feelings.
You hoped Aaron couldn’t see the way your eyes lit up at his words. You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks as you continued to make your way to your little garden. That’s why you were out here, to get your front yard set up for Halloween decorations. “Get some rest, Aaron. Welcome home.
Even with you raising your voice, he could hear the softness behind it. You sounded so fond. This is how he wanted to be welcomed home after every case, with your sweet voice and gentle demeanor. “Have a nice night!” He called to you, before stepping through his front door.
He dropped his stuff by the door and reached up to loosen his tie. He kicked his shoes off and then moved to undo his belt. Leaving both the tie and the belt on the arm of the couch, he made his way right to the master bathroom. He had texted Jessica to let her know he would pick Jack up in the morning during the drive home, too tired to make the drive to her house.
Aaron had forgotten about his half-hard dick, too encompassed by your presence outside. He ignored it, stripping down and climbing into the hot shower. He hadn’t realized how tense his muscles were until the hot water ran down them, relaxing his whole body. As he loosened up, his mind drifted back to you. As he imagined holding onto your thighs as he fucked into you from behind. He could clearly make out the curve of your ass.
He felt as if he wasn’t controlling himself as his hands moved to his now fully hard dick. He didn’t mean to jerk himself off to dirty thoughts of you, his brand new, younger neighbor, but you looked so fucking sexy. His hand wrapped around his cock tighter as he remembered the outline of your tits that he could make out from across the street.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to release as he tried to imagine the noises you would make for him. All the times you said his name replayed in his name and he tried to imagine you moaning it, whining it, grunting it, screaming it. He could’ve sworn he could smell your lavender perfume as he came. He opened his eyes as he finished stroking himself through his orgasm. He watched as the water washed away the cum that had landed on his hand and stomach.
“Fuck,” he said to himself, frustrated with the hold you had on him. Now that he got that out of his system, he couldn’t believe he just came to the thought of you.
 He had been having doubts earlier, wondering how inappropriate, how immoral, how wrong his growing crush was. Being a senior in graduate school, you had to be late 20s, maybe early 30s at the most. Being mid-40s, there was at least a 15-year age gap between the two of you.
He had to shake these thoughts. He quickly lathered himself up, rinsed off, and got out of the shower. He slipped on a pair of boxers and climbed into his bed. He was asleep in less than five minutes.
The next morning, he was woken up by knocks on his door. He had slept for about 11 hours, so he wasn’t mad that his slumber was interrupted. “Coming!” He yelled, shuffling for pants to throw on. Once he got a pair of plaid pajama pants on, he made his way down the hall to the front door.
He didn’t have time to register who it was before he heard your voice, “I’m so sorry to wake you up! I know it’s early but my car won’t start and I have an exam at one and I really need to be on time so I was wondering if maybe you could come look at it?”
Your mouth was moving faster than your brain could keep up with, obviously feeling bad about the whole situation. “Slow down,” Aaron breathed out, trying to get you to relax. His efforts failed as you ran your hand along your hairline and mumbled an “’m sorry”. “I can come, give me just a minute.” He stepped back, opening the door further for you to step inside to wait.
Your eyes widened at his silent invitation. You followed him through the door, awkwardly standing by the front door. You could tell from your spot in the entryway that the layout of his house mirrored yours. He was currently on his way down the hall to the master bedroom. To get a shirt, you presumed.
You definitely noticed the lack of clothing on his part. It was clear you’d disturbed him, and while you felt bad about that, you were ridiculously grateful. His morning voice, low-rise pajama pants, and hairy chest will be pressed into your memory, ready to be used when you needed some help finishing yourself off.
He appeared again quickly, fully clothed with socks and slides on his feet. He opened the front door, gesturing for you to go through. He followed you across the street to your driveway, where your very old sedan sat. “Can I have the key?” You nodded, retrieving the key from your pocket and pressing it into Aaron’s large hand.
As Aaron went to start the car, it was hard for him not to realize that this was the dream life he had conjured up for you when you first showed up on his porch. Here he was, being the manly man, helping you with your car. He tried turning it on and the sound of the engine sputtering made you want to cry. Without words, Aaron walked around to pop the hood, analyzing what was going on. He was quiet as he looked, and you wouldn’t dare interrupt it. “I think it’s the spark plugs. I have the stuff in my garage.” He said after a few minutes.
You nodded along to his words, trying to convince him that you knew exactly what he was talking about. As he began to make his way back across the street, you couldn’t help yourself from apologizing again. “Thank you, Aaron. I’m really sorry.” He was quick to turn back around to face you. With a hefty shake of his head, he spoke, “Please stop apologizing, this is what I’m here for.” He smiled at you, before returning to his journey to the garage.
If you were growing a crush on him before, it was full-fledged now. You needed to do something about this before your heart exploded at his actions and you soaked through your underwear at his words.
He returned after a few minutes, carrying a toolbox. You couldn’t do anything but stare as he worked on the car. He didn’t say much, focused on doing this right for you. Every once in a while he would attempt to explain what he was doing, but you were too distracted by the way the muscles in his arm contorted as he worked.
“That should do it,” He said as he made his way back into the driver’s seat. Sure enough, after a few turns of the key, the car sputtered to life. “Oh my god, thank you!” You spoke as he stepped up from the seat, throwing your arms around his neck. “You’re a lifesaver!” You squealed. Aaron’s hands awkwardly found their way around your waist, surprised at the sudden contact. Surprised, but very intrigued.
When you pulled away, Aaron felt cold. “Not a problem, Y/N.” He said as he wiped the grim off of his hands. “Why don’t you give me your number so next time you don’t have to walk all the way over?” The way he asked was so casual. He was so calm as your heartbeat increased with every word. Your number? Next time?
“Yeah! Sure!” You were afraid your voice sounded too excited, blowing your cover. Aaron picked up on it but didn’t mention it. You two quickly exchanged numbers, and he excused himself, stating he needed to pick up Jack. “Seriously, Aaron. Thank you.” You emphasized, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. You were being bold. You pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. He turned away before you could see the pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Anytime.” He said, starting to walk away.
You spent the next couple of hours cramming for your exam and trying to repress any thoughts of Aaron Hotchner that your brain was attempting to conjure up. It was working, your focus on passing this exam. However, on your drive to campus, your phone dinged. Your car showed you a message from ‘Aaron (neighbor)’. You were giddy the rest of the way, not wanting to open while you were driving.
When you parked, you opened your phone to a simple text: “Good luck on your exam! You got this.” You walked into class with a smile, and you were pretty sure you aced the exam. 
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You were surprised at the amount of time you and Aaron spent texting. It was definitely an assumption you had made based solely on his age, but you did not expect him to want to text. However, he appeared to be better than men your age at it. Quick replies, letting you know when he’d be unavailable, and absolutely never leaving on you read. Sometimes you had to explain emojis or slang to him, but you found it adorable.
You had learned that he works for the FBI in a unit that catches things like serial killers, rapists, and kidnappers. He was away on a case right now, somewhere in California. He had learned that you had a very old dog, but other than that, it was just you in the house.
There were times when the conversation felt a bit flirty. Teasing jokes thrown around, compliments to each other. Part of you was starting to think he may reciprocate your feelings, but the other part was starting to think you were delusional. There was no way he could ever like you back.
Until he did.
Elise and a few of your other friends had dragged to a bar downtown. One you had never been to. Like normal, you and Aaron were in the middle of a text conversation while you were sitting at the bar. You had been up and dancing, having fun with your friends, but you couldn’t stay away from your phone long enough to enjoy your time.
Elise was picking up on this. After a few rounds of shots, she was getting aggravated. She couldn’t comprehend how you were managing an intelligent conversation with him, but she knew she had to get you away from it. She kept telling herself it was for your own good, not wanting to feel guilty about the atrocities she was about to commit.
However, it was going to be so much worse than either of you had anticipated.
Elise slithered her way in between you and the person sitting on the barstool next to you. The older lady on your right was definitely agitated with her actions, but Elise did not care. She saw the white screen of your text messages and long contact name and knew who you were texting. Even in her drunken state, she could recall all of the screenshots you had been sending her from your conversations with Aaron.
“Give it here,” Elise slurred, reaching for your phone. It was still unlocked as she held it in her tight grasp. “You’re texting your hot middle-aged neighbor. Come shake some ass with us and find a guy your own age.” Her words were a little bit harsher than she intended. “Elise, stop. I’m enjoying texting my hot middle-aged neighbor and do not want to find a guy my own age” You demanded with your own drunken slur, reaching for the phone. “Uh-uh,” Elise shook her head, locking the phone and tucking into the cup of her bra, out of your reach for the rest of your night.
Only because you were forced to, you eventually did get up and dance with your friends. Just your friends, no men at all.
Elise only returned your phone at the very end of the night, when you needed to order an Uber home. Your head was starting to spin from all the alcohol, so that was all you did. After the order was placed, you gripped your phone as a way to keep the world from twirling underneath. The Uber arrived, too slow for your liking, and you were home. You immediately made your way towards the couch, ready to pass out.
The loud knocks on your door did nothing to help the pounding headache you had woken up with, and you couldn’t imagine who was knocking. The knocks were powerful and authoritarian. “Hello?” You questioned as you threw open the door. There was clearly attitude behind your greeting. “What did that mean?” Aaron’s voice sounded rushed as he pushed himself inside the door. He was dressed in a suit and acting very different than the Aaron you had known before.
“The message, the last one you sent.” He seemed stressed, running his hand through his hair. Something about the way he looked made him look exhausted. Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what he meant. You grabbed your phone from the end table next to your couch and opened your and Aaron’s message thread. Your eyes widened at the voice message marked as “read: 1:32 AM”.
“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered out, afraid to meet his eye, “What did it say?” Aaron took a step away from you. “It was Ms. Landon, uh, your friend from the game,” He sounded nervous as he spoke, “You should just listen to it.” You nodded, checking the volume on your phone and then listening to the message
It was right after Elise had grabbed your phone when she was berating you for being on your phone the whole time. When she mentioned your hot middle-aged neighbor and you replied, also calling him your hot middle-aged neighbor. And saying you did not want to find a guy your age because of him.
“Aaron, I am so sorry-” You started, wanting to apologize for your and your friend’s actions and blame the whole thing on being intoxicated, but he cut you off. “Forgive me for barging in here like this, Y/N, but I need to know why you were ignoring your friends to text me.” He finally locked eyes with you, and the eye bags under his eyes were the first thing you noticed.
There was a beat of silence, until he continued, “Y/N, I have enjoyed the sparse moments we have shared together. And I may be reading this wrong, I may just be incredibly sleep-deprived, but I think you have as well. I understand that I am older than you, but I would like to continue to have these moments with you. I would like to see what else we can do together.” 
Your heart started to beat at his confession. You nodded at his words, rendered speechless for the first time in your life. You couldn’t stop yourself as your legs moved forward, reaching for his face and pulling him into a kiss.
There was very little hesitation as Aaron’s hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn’t know he’d been waiting to do this since you met, but you were going to find out soon. His hands gripped you tighter as he deepened the kiss, moving his tongue into your mouth. He was very skillful in the way he held you and the way he kissed you.
You didn’t separate until you needed air. If it wasn’t for the fact that you needed air to live, you could’ve stayed wrapped up with him forever. Your forehead was pressed to his as you whispered, “Are we gonna talk about this?” He knew that you were talking about where you were supposed to go from here. Is it gonna be a relationship? Are you going to be exclusive? How would it work with him being away so much? What would your role in Jack’s life be?
Aaron decided all of these questions would remain unanswered as he said, “Later, we got things to do right now..” He pulled you tight against him, roughly pressing his lips to yours again.
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sabersandsnipers · 6 months
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Drabble: You Tell Astarion You’re Pregnant
Request: Oh for the love of gods don’t judge me but I’m feeling super squishy and was wondering if you could do some small Drabbles for finding out tav is with child -Raphael, Gale, Astarion-
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His initial reaction is one of both hope and panic. He’s never considered himself a nurturing figure. Quite the opposite in fact. For most of his life his job was to steal people for his master, to take their lives from them. Not exactly something you’d consider as caring. 
But he also sees this as an opportunity. An opportunity to become better. To become someone he never thought he could be. And he knows he can do it, because he has you to help him. 
He sees an entire future in you, as you stand before him with his child growing inside you. 
“Are you certain?” he asks you, part of him still unbelieving this was even possible. 
You nod. “I haven’t bled for two cycles, and my body has started changing.” There’s no hint of fear in your voice. 
His gaze darts to your abdomen, imagining it grow. He can’t help but feel excited at the thought. 
“May I?” he asks, motioning to your torso. 
“Go ahead. Although you won’t be able to feel anything yet. He’s just a peanut right now,” you respond. 
“He? How do you know it’s a boy?” he asks as he steps closer to you. 
You shrug. “I just have a feeling. And I love the idea of a little Astarion running around our camp,” you tell him as his large hand presses against your abdomen. 
A little Astarion. His mind starts wandering. What will he look like? Will he have your eyes? His hair? The possibilities flutter through his thoughts, causing him to smile. 
For his centuries serving Cazador, he always thought his life would be dim. And now, because of you, there’s a bright future ahead of him. 
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♡Michael Schmidt has a crush♡
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You were a sophomore in college, even though you live in an apartment off campus you still visited your mom almost everyday to check on her and to eat.
One night while you were visiting your mom she brought up the people who lived a couple of houses down "the young man knocked on my door this morning, asking if I would or If i knew someone who can babysit his sister at night". The reason why she brought this up is because you were looking for a job, with being a college student you needed the money and nights were perfect since you only have three classes a week. "He's a cutie, he would be perfect for you" you mom called out as she walked into the other room "cute doesn't matter I just need a job".
It's been almost a month since you started watching abby. She was the best kid you have ever babysat for, and she loved you which made your job so much easier.
"Hey y/n, can I ask you a question" "what is it abs" you stopped coloring to look at her. "Will you marry Mike, so you can live here and I can see you everyday"
You were a bit taken back by the question, how did she know that you liked mike?. "I'm really flattered that you want to see me everyday, but I don't think your brother likes me like that" you flashed her a smile to ease the tension but she just shrugged her shoulders and went back to drawing.
Ever since you started watching abby you found yourself infatuated with Mike. He wasn't a very open person but for some reason mike would open up to you, your mom was right he was a cutie.
It was almost midnight until you heard keys jingle and the front door unlock. Mike threw his keys on the small table by the door before looking for you. "Hey I made peanut butter stir fry, do you want me to make you a plate" you asked while already making a B-line to the kitchen."oh no it's okay, I can get it myself you already do almost everything here" you turned to Mike grabbing his arm and pulling him to the table "oh please making a plate is not going to hurt me, now please sit down".
Mike sat down and watched you shuffle around the kitchen to make him some to eat. Mike would never admit to himself but he liked having you around, he loved that abby adored you, sometimes he thimks she likes you more than him. He really wouldn't know what he would do without you, you now became his reason to get up everyday, too look nice, and too be happy.
After mike ate he walked you to your car while talking to you "I get my paycheck tomorrow so would it be okay if you stopped by after class to pick it up?" "Yeah no problem I'll stop by around 6". You stod there justing looking into his eyes, even though Michael's face told a story of a hard life, his eyes showed compassion. You would be a fool to not fall in love with him.
Once you left, Mike got ready for bed. He took the pills he always takes, replayed the tape he always plays, and looked at the Nebraska poster he always falls asleep looking at, but something was different. You were the only thing he could think about before the sleeping pills kicked in.
His dream started out like it always does, his mom spills her coke and tells him to keep track of Garrett. As soon as he sees Garrett in the back of a strangers Cadillac he takes Chace after it. No matter how hard he runs, he can never catche up with the mysterious car.
Mike stops to put his hands on his knees and catches his breath. Giggling. He hears Giggling.
Mike looks back up to now see a field of grass. This wasn't his dream, this is different from his normal nightmares. There in the field stood a happy abby, laughing holding hands with a happier y/n. Mike feels his heart pick up speed.
"Mike!" Abby ran towards her big brother with open arms. Mike catches his sister while y/n walked twords the two of them. He flashes a smile in y/n's direction "I've missed you mike", you kiss his cheak and hug the siblings tight . If he didn't known that this was a dream he would have thought that he died and went to heaven.
"Mike Wake up, I'm hungry". Abby jumps up and down on her brothers bed until she hears him grown,"okay okay abby give me a minute". He stands up and makes his way to the bathroom while abby returns back to the living room where she watches her cartoons and color.
Once mike sets abbys plate in front of her she immediately digs in. "Abby would you be okay if I started to date someone?", the young girl replies without even thinking about it "only if its y/n, she likes you". Mike looked at his sister shocked "well who else would it be, because I like her too" he says trying to play it like he knew this whole time.
It was almost 8 when you entered the house and abby ran up to give you a hug. "Hey hun I'm sorry my class ran later, I tried to call but no one answered" Mike came out of abbys bedroom with a relieved yet anxious look on his face. "Abby go to your room, I need to talk to y/n about grown up stuff" she looks at you with big eye to try to get you to let her stay "it will only take one minute, I'll come in there to say goodnight before I go".
Abby walked to her room with a sad and betrayed face. "Um here's you're payment, you'll be here tomorrow right" "Yeah, couldn't miss it for the world.".There it was, your smile. Oh how he couldn't wait any longer once he seen your million dollar smile.
"I know this might be sudden and very out of line, but could we maybe go out sometime"
You were surprised. "Yeah that sounds great, I would love to" you were stumbling over your words a little bit from being flustered. You two stood there with awkward smiles on your face, if you weren't in his house you would have been screaming from happiness.
"I better go say goodnight to abby before I go it's getting late" you stepped closer to Mike to get to the bedroom. "Y/n '' before you could respond to him, he placed his hand on the back of your ear and placed his lips upon yours.
It felt like a thousand minutes passed by in those five seconds, and you didn't want it to end. It wouldn't have ended if a certain someone spoke up.
"Yay I was right, y/n does like you mike!"
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The Ranch Hand | cowboy!harry
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Your boyfriend, Jessie, sat down a bucket of beer on the table you were sitting at and pulled his stool up as you grabbed a cold one for yourself and twisted the cap off.
You didn’t know the band that was playing but they sounded pretty good, especially for a Friday night with a cold beer in your favorite little rowdy country bar.
Jessie hated the bar. He was more into cocktail joints with white tablecloths and live classical piano. The kind of place you had to dress up to go into. You didn’t blame him. He didn’t come from where you came from. You two had only a couple of things in common.
The first was that you were both from wealthy families. Your dad was a rancher and he owned half the county. You’d never hurt for anything. Jessie’s family ran the county and were all involved in politics. He went to some fancy school in a different state and only came back because his father wanted him to step into the role of prosecuting attorney.
The second thing you had in common was that you lived in the same town.
That was probably where your similarities ended. You liked Jessie. Mostly. He was usually pretty nice, if not boring, and your parents liked him so that was a plus. In fact, they set up your first date with him and it was easier to just keep things going to make your mom and dad happy.
“You look uncomfortable,” you spoke as you kept your eyes on the band and Jessie struggled to pull the metal cap from his bottle.
“I’m just… there’s peanut shells all over the floor and everyone’s staring at us.”
You laughed and shook your head. You were gonna have to break up with the guy. He couldn’t handle you and you knew that was the truth. He hated getting his hands dirty and even though he looked like he should be able to remove a bottle cap, it wasn’t the first time you had to do it for him.
Taking his beer you looked directly at him and twisted the cap off, dropping it to the floor before handing it back to him.
“I never drink beer. Not used to taking caps off…” he spoke as he took a sip. Shitty excuse.
You noticed that some of the workers from your dad’s ranch were in the bar. Probably causing trouble. The guys who worked for your dad could be rough around the edges but they were always nice to you. Just a bunch of cowboys looking to make ends meet. They all had a place to stay on the ranch at the bunkhouse provided and they were also paid pretty well. So on almost any given Friday and Saturday night, you could find some of them at the bar picking up local women, dancing, fighting, drinking…
This was your scene. This was what you enjoyed most. The rough and gritty. Salt of the earth. Phonies were quickly sniffed out in a place like this. It was why people were staring at Jessie.
You took another gulp of your beer and then you caught sight of one of the ranch hands already looking at you from across the room. Harry. He was very easy on the eyes. He’d been working at your dad’s ranch since he was 19. He’d earned a spot of trust with your father after all his years of hard work and now he had quite a lot of responsibility given to him. He had his own small cabin out of the way of the bunkhouse. He made a lot of financial decisions for your father as well. Negotiated prices for cattle sales, went to auctions to buy large equipment, handled the daily goings on of the newbie ranch hands, and did all the hiring and firing. But he also still worked his ass off. He’d pick up slack when the other workers needed help or couldn’t do the job. You imagined he was at the bar to keep the guys in line and make sure they didn’t land themselves in jail.
You and Harry were close from the beginning. You always went out of your way to meet every new worker that came on but Harry was a little different because he’d been around for almost ten years. You certainly favored him over all the others.
“Why’s he coming over here?” Jessie whined as Harry walked through the crowd with his eyes on you and a mischievous grin on his face. You just knew he was bout to do something to piss Jessie off, which was easy to do.
“Cause he’s comin’ to say hello.” You smiled at Harry as he tipped his cowboy hat to you, stepping between you and Jessie, and reaching in to grab a bottle of beer from the bucket your boyfriend bought.
“Uh, that’s ours,” Jessie sat up straight in his stool as he watched Harry uncap the bottle and take a swig, ignoring him completely, jade eyes still on yours.
Harry placed his elbow on the table and leaned in close to you, those handsome green eyes running over the features on your face, “Hi.”
You felt yourself heat up and kept your eyes on his, “Hi.”
You would have forgotten all about Jessie but then…
“Excuse me. Is this for real? That’s our beer,” Jessie reminded the cowboy.
Harry rolled his eyes and stood up with his hand on your shoulder, softly squeezing before he looked at your boyfriend, “Sorry about that bud,” and then he looked back down at you, “Okay if I have this, sweetheart?” He lifted the bottle of beer upward.
You nodded, “Of course you can have it, Harry.”
Harry’s grin widened as he took another drink and Jessie stood up to move in front of Harry. Maybe in an attempt to intimidate him? You weren’t sure exactly. But one thing you knew was that Harry would put Jessie down in the blink of an eye. Jessie wasn’t a small man but Harry was scrappy and liked to get dirty. Didn’t mind a scuffle when the moment called for it either. You’d seen him put a lot of men in their place.
“Next time you ask before you take.” Jessie pointed. You snickered to yourself. It was a good attempt at least.
Harry laughed and dragged his eyes down your body before he tipped his hat again and walked right into Jessie’s shoulder, making him stumble into the table. Harry looked back in faux surprise at Jessie and then at you with a wink before he went back to where he’d been before with the other guys.
Okay, so maybe Harry was a bit of a dick. But he’d never been rude to you. And you liked him, unfortunately for Jessie. Harry was not a fan of your boyfriends. He’d made that clear since Jessie started coming around four months ago.
“You just let him take a beer like that?” Jessie gestured toward where Harry had gone.
“I did. What’s the problem? I know this bucket wasn’t expensive so you’re not hurtin’ for the money.”
He took a deep breath and looked off toward where the cowboys were drinking, “Do you like him, Y/n?”
You pursed your lips to the side in thought as you watched people line dancing and stomping on the peanut-covered wood floors in their cowboy boots. Now you didn’t really need to think much about that question. Because you did like Harry, and he liked you the same. All the stolen kisses and sneaky moments you two had… it’s just that that could never happen out in the open. Your dad would never go for it and Harry might lose his job if your parents ever caught wind of anything happening between you two. So you’d always kept your distance because that was the most practical option.
But you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like the man. Anyone with two eyes could see how handsome he was.
“Sure,” you shrugged and looked at Jessie.
“Like him, like him?” Jessie looked back toward you across the table.
“Why are you worried about it, Jes? Even if I did, it’s not a good match. My dad would kill him.”
He shook his head and watched the people on the floor dancing with their big, shiny belt buckles glistening under the shoddy lights, the strum of guitars, and a twangy voice singing an old Garth Brooks song.
You got up and waved when you saw your friend Chelle. She was among those dancing and you weren’t going to miss it, “You coming with me or not?” You looked back at the dud sitting on his stool with a scowl.
“Go on ahead. I’ll be right here.”
You rolled your eyes. There was only so much more you could take of Jessie. If he had even shown an ounce of something that looked like fun you might want to stick around longer. Hell, if he even would have just stood up to Harry about the way he had been very clearly flirting with you in front of him (rather than get so worked up over the beer Harry took) that could even be something for you to think about. But the man wouldn’t dance with you, he wouldn’t ride horses on the ranch, he wouldn’t go to rodeos, and he most certainly didn’t want to do anything that could sully up his nice clothes once in a while. Stepping over peanut shells was his limit. If it weren’t for your parents you’d never have considered him in the first place.
“Y/n!” Chelle pulled you in next to her and you began moving yourself in line in a weave; right, back, front… You always felt like an idiot when you joined in on line dancing but that was part of the fun. Everyone looked like hillbillies and idiots out there and it was a blast.
The music, the atmosphere, the raucous noise from everyone laughing, singing, shouting, stomping… your country girl roots were in full bloom that night. And beer after beer then a couple shots of whisky probably did you no good but you were going to enjoy your night with or without your boyfriend who did not move from the spot where you left him. Part of you, at one point, hoped he’d just go. He was uncomfortable and not having fun. You knew the only reason he was there was to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t do anything dumb.
And the later it got the more wild the bar became. More people filled in the small space, the music was louder, some of the lights at the edge of the room were dimmed, and the line for the bathroom grew longer.
“He gonna sit over there watching me all night?” You heard Harry from behind you as he moved in step, a bottle of beer in his big hand you noted as you turned to look up at him.
You laughed, “Probably. He’s jealous.”
Harry licked his pink lips and tampered what you knew was a big grin, “Oh yeah? Why’s he jealous?”
You both did a clumsy pivot turn together and you just smiled up at the handsome cowboy and shook your head.
There was no need to answer Harry. He knew what was going on. He knew you liked him just the same as he liked you. It had always been something secret between you two but it was obvious to almost everyone around. Except for your father. That was one time when you were both on your best behavior.
“Surprised you’re still here. Don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?” You asked.
He nodded, “Sure do. Just keeping an eye on everything going on here is all. I’ve got a responsibility for most of the people in this bar right now.”
“Oh yeah? All the guys seem to be doing okay. No one’s getting too crazy tonight it seems,” you looked around at the other workers, and most of them were two sheets to the wind but they were tame and having fun.
“Still my responsibility. Plus you’re still here.”
You grinned, “That I am. Figured I’d close the place down tonight.”
Harry laughed, “You usually do anyway. Always have been like one of the boys. Just as rowdy as the rest of us.”
You loved it when you got to talk to Harry. Loved how he looked at you and how he’d say your name. Loved how so many times you’d done just this and it felt exactly like what you wanted.
Another shot of whisky at the bar with Harry and you started to feel woozy. Your world was spinning but you were still having too much fun to call it a night.
“I should take you home,” Jessie appeared, taking you by your shoulders and pulling you away from Harry. For a short time, you’d forgotten he was still there.
“No, I think Harry’s gonna take me home.” You looked up at Harry.
“That’s right. Was just about to take her home.” Harry spoke as he stepped in closer to Jessie.
Jessie laughed and you felt his firm grip moving you away but you were too drunk to really put up any kind of fight.
“Nah, just stay here with the rest of the drunk cowboys. I got her.”
Harry followed you and Jessie out the front of the bar as Jessie opened up the passenger door of his nice car.
“You gonna be all right sweetheart?” Harry ducked down to ask you before Jessie could close the door – Harry blocking the space so he could look at you as he reached up for your face and softly turned your head to look at him.
You nodded, “It’s fine. I just need to go to bed.”
“That’s enough. She’s fine,” Jessie closed the door.
Your memory was only clear in bits and pieces as Jessie drove you home. You remembered him berating you for acting like a clown and then when he brought you to your room the memory of him kissing you and taking your hand to cup over his crotch was vivid. You remember telling him you had to go to sleep but he was angry at you. You could feel that too. You remembered his anger and how he shoved you down into your bed before he was hovered over you.
But then you remembered being on your knees in front of your toilet and expelling the contents of your stomach furiously. Jessie’s words rang in your ears about how you were gross and just as nasty as all the cowboys on the ranch. How he didn’t want to fuck you anyway when you were drunk.
You woke up on your bathroom floor and Jessie was long gone.
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trashmouth-richie · 5 months
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eddie x fem reader
chapter summary: how sweet it is, to be loved.
series summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.
special thanks: to anyone and everyone who read a single chapter or kept up with this series to the end, thank you so much- this story wouldn’t be possible without your support.
author’s note: I can’t believe this is the final chapter for this series, I’m feeling so many emotions right now but mostly just love for Eddie and Tooty and everything in between. Thank you to anyone who has helped me beta ( @sweetsweetjellybean especially!)this story or fan girled with me over upcoming chapters. To any of the very talented artists who have made any art for this series, thank you so very much, each and every piece holds such a special place in my heart. To anyone who is mentioned in this story, thank you so so much, @loveshotzz @chechelia @carolmunson @mopeymopeymouse and everyone else— thank you for allowing me to include you in this series. To everyone who has liked, rb’d left a comment or interacted in any way with this series— THANK YOU. This series has brought such joy & heartache to me, and I’m so lucky to have people enjoy it. 🖤
Cereal
Hotdogs
Bananas
Jelly —grape, not strawberry
Bread
Crackers 
Toothpaste 
Noodles 
Chicken thighs— babe are you making fun of me?
Heartburn medicine
You tap the chewed cap of your pen along the lined paper of a scribble heavy grocery list. Desperately wishing you had x-ray vision to see inside your cabinets and remember what you were in need of, you chew the cap again.
Giggling to yourself every so often at Eddie’s notes on the grocery list. Crossing off items he thought weren’t needed, mostly vegetables he didn’t like. And always making sure you got his favorites. And not, “that healthy bullshit cereal, give me sugar or kill me babe, I will not eat Raisin Bran” 
Peanut butter 
Sunny D
Thyme 
Heavy cream
Basil
Carrots
Onions
Chicken stock
Hey sweetheart can you please get me some candy? I like skittles but you know I love m&ms.. and twizzlers, it’s for the shop. :) 
The lady behind the desk chirps a name again, but you are still racking your brain on what else was needed. The soup you had planned on making tonight would be perfect for the chilly weather rolling in. November was coming in like a lion, ferociously cold and temperatures already dipping below zero. 
Eddie loved your potato soup, so much that he begged you to make it after another long, grisly week at the shop. 
He loved everything you made, even your chili that he doctored up by adding sour cream and Doritos to it. Bon Appetit he would say with a smirk on his lips, a heaping bowl steaming in front of him. 
The clerk behind the desk tutted and huffed, the schedule was getting behind.  
“Tooty Munson! Is there a Tooty Munson here?”
You glance up quickly at the sound of your name, “shit,” you breathe, “here, yes,” you scramble shoving the list and pen into your purse, buried amongst the gum wrappers and a spilled container of tic-tacs. 
The receptionist clicks her papers against the formica counter and holds her nose in the air, as if this job and you were beneath her. 
“He’s ready for you now.”
—-
“…alright, Ed, did ya look o’er those applications yet? ‘Tween you D and Mike I don’t think we are going to be able to keep up everything that we got on the schedule.” 
Wayne’s eyebrows are raised as he looks over the bifocals perched on his nose. He had been scouring over the schedules and the books for the better half of the afternoon since lunch hour—trying to figure out how to swing their overloaded schedule. 
It wasn’t that they couldn’t do the work, they were simply short handed. After Boom closed his doors  in Hawkins, he had recommended to his regulars that they travel to Bridgeport to Master Mechanics to see Eddie and Wayne. Business was booming, and the Munson’s could barely keep up.
Early on, Wayne and Eddie decided they would only be open until noon on Saturday’s but now with the packed schedule, they worked til almost dark every night of the week, including some Sundays.
Wayne rubs his short nails through his scratchy mostly white scruff, “we can’t have these boys workin’ like this, they’ll quit on us before you can slap a tick.”
Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a bottle of Coca Cola held limp in his hand, a greasy rag stuffed in his back pocket. 
“Yeah,” he yawns, stretching out his back, “let’s hire ‘em all, we need the extra hands, or I’m gonna need an extra back.”
Wayne grunts in confirmation. The highlighter squeaks as it’s drug across the phone numbers on the applications, “I’ll call ‘em first thing in the morning,” he straightens up his desk and shoves the papers into a drawer. 
His glasses clink as he folds them up and lays them next to a picture of the newlywed Munson’s. He leans back in his chair, the leather crinkling beneath his worn coveralls, “I’m callin’ it for the day,” he exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s been one helluva week and I’m shot, tell the boys to go home to their wives.” 
“and you too,” he points, “go take care of your wife, Ed, tell her I hope she starts to feelin’ better.” 
Eddie’s curls bounce as he nods his head, completely drained from the week, shit maybe he was getting sick too? “she went to the doctor today, probably just the flu, Max told her it was going around.” 
“Well then,” Wayne says, standing up and clicking off the table lamp, “take tomorrow off and rest–
both of ya, hear me?” 
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” 
Eddie’s tires crunch on the ice and hard packed snow of the driveway, a silent serenity, meaning he is only moments away from holding you in his arms, seconds away from kissing your lips, and if he was lucky, minutes from eating something delicious to fill his grumbling stomach. 
He throws the truck into neutral, killing the engine and tossing the keys around his finger. Tracks from your Jeep tires lead into the garage he had built last spring. A huge project that your friends were paid in beer and a bonfire when it was all finished. 
Thrusting his sore hands into his canvas coat, he ducked his chin into the zipper and braved the asthma inducing gust of wind to the front door as it whipped through his curls. 
The house was oddly quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator making any sort of sound. Usually when he came home you’d be playing the radio, or talking on the phone to Max or Nancy, greeting him with a pop of your head around the wall in the kitchen or from the hallway, the prettiest smile put on your lips. 
“Princess?” he called out in endearment as he untied his boots and put them on the shoe rack. His coatwas already hanging on its hook, usually next to your purse but your purse was thrown onto the arm chair, and your shoes were in the hallway like you had walked right out of them. 
He undid the buttons of his work blues, letting them hang at his waist like a mechanic cape. Socked feet trudge down the carpeted hallway, you must not be feeling any better, probably too exhausted to make it out of bed.
But Eddie was wrong.
You were perched on top of the comforter, coat still on but unzipped staring at the door waiting for his arrival, fuzzy socks on your wiggling toes. 
“Hey, handsome,” you said, trying to keep your pitch even. 
“There’s my girl,” his velvet voice wrapping around you like a hug as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your left hand and kissing the finger that adorned the prettiest ring he’d ever bought, “how’s my beautiful wife?” 
It had been five months since you said I do. A June wedding in your own backyard, filled with friends who had served as family for years, gathered by your sides. 
“I forgot the potatoes,” you say blankly, a weird little smile on your face. 
Eddie sits down next to you, rubbing your thigh back and forth and letting out an exhausted yawn, “That’s alright, I can make us some grilled cheese if you’re up for—”
“I was looking at my grocery list, and couldn’t remember what I’d forgot.”
Eddie’s confused, but wants to reassure you that its no big deal, he’s a grown man he can certainly make supper for himself and his wife. “Sweetheart it’s okay, don’t beat yours—“
“Can’t make potato soup without potatoes.” And this time you laugh, kind of whimsically and in disbelief. 
His brows turn inward, still he just keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, “It’s okay Tooty, seriously. Let me go make you some—”
And for the third time tonight, you interrupted him, “doctor said that’s normal.”
He’s exhausted and is honestly more confused than he would like to admit, “what? The flu?” 
“No, no. “ you say, a twisted little smirk on your face, “forgetting things, throwing up in the morning, being exhausted… totally normal.” 
“Babe?” He moves to touch the back of his hand to your head, wincing when he realizes that he’s probably freezing.
“I was so scared the last time,” you whisper, teary eyed, “terrified.. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but now—.”
Eddie reaches for your cheeks, holding them softly, his eyes searching yours, desperate to figure out what the hell is going on, “what am I missing here? It’s normal to have… the flu?” 
“No, it’s not the flu,” you finally admit, looking up at him and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs, 
“Eddie, I’m pregnant.”
— 
You could fill an empty pool up from the tears that sprung from Eddie’s eyes that night. He was overjoyed, holding you tight while he wept into your hair. Kissing your belly and whispering to the baby. Small streaks of tears flowing down your swollen skin and the faded scar across your lower belly. 
Each month that ticked by, Eddie’s worry only doubled. 
The day after you had found out, he woke early. Watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept soundly in the original mock up of his hellfire shirt.
It was threadbare, cotton worn so thin it was practically see through— but you claimed it as your own back in the early days of your new relationship, hands on your hips and the infamous pout on your lip as you playfully argued with him about how it was now yours. 
Dusk painted the diamond covered ground from the fresh snow over night. Falling as delicately as his lips allover your skin. Soaking up the dainty noises from your throat when he carefully slid into you, tears spilling from both of your eyelashes, love filling the room more sweetly than it ever had before. 
The soft cotton of the blankets hugged your curves, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he gazed down at his beautiful— now pregnant— wife. 
His sweet Tooty, carrying a gift more precious than gold. 
Kissing your cheek—he dressed quietly, scribbling a note on the bedside table about going into town for a bit, but to just relax in bed until he got home. 
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You were having a dreamless sleep, not even sugarplums could dance in your head with the overwhelming exhaustion that your body was trying desperately to catch up from. 
Something cold then silky smooth brushed against your cheek, and a velvet voice sang a little good morning greeting into your ear. Your loving husband. Pressing sweet angel kisses behind your ear and on your eyelids. 
Your bedroom was lit with the glow of a warm sun in the afternoon light. Playing a yellowed hue of warmth across your comforter, pulling the caramel color from Eddie’s curls and making his eyes look like a dreamy cup of coffee swirling with creamer. 
His lips hug yours, both smiling into one another. Heart swelling more than your toes would in the months to come. 
C’mon, got a surprise for you, princess. 
The spare bedroom that was once a room for band equipment, then Max’s bedroom for almost a year before she eventually moved in with Gareth and Will, now held storage, was completely organized, and held a wide array of items. 
A crib, brand new and still in the box, a pack n play, a swing, every box of diapers ranging from size 1 - 5, baby gates, outlet covers, fancy locks for cabinets and drawers, rubber bumpers for sharp corners and edges of tables. 
A bookshelf full of baby books, how to’s for new parents, nursery rhymes by mother goose, books suggesting baby names and their meanings, and a guide on how to quit smoking. 
Tucked into the corner of the room by the bookshelf and near the window, was a rocking chair. 
 “Eddie,” you gasp, running sleep from your eyes, “wh-what is all of this?” 
He’s smiling ear to ear, trying to curb his enthusiasm a tiny bit. “I might have gotten a little carried away.” 
Turning towards the shelf you see a plastic sack, full of candy and bubble gum, and mints. “Edward Joseph Munson.” 
“Don’t scold me, mama,” he jokes, grabbing onto your hips and kissing your hairline, “I’m just spoiling our baby.”
God you loved this man, he’d break his neck to give you the world. He was the most loving husband, and now you got to see him step into a new role. One completely foreign to you both, only have shared the idea for a few moments before it was ripped away. 
You lean into him, holding him tight and working your nose into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Eddie.”
He doesn’t hide the tear that slips down his cheek, just lets it slide and collect under his chin, his voice is quiet when he asks, “you really think so?”
“I know it.”
Wayne and Karen followed behind the new family in his pickup all the way home from the hospital. They were going to stay for a few days, help you both get adjusted to life as parents.
Karen and Nancy had filled your freezer with casseroles, soups and fresh bread. It was a hot July day when you were scheduled for the c section, and when it was all said and done four days in the hospital was more than enough and you were ready to be at home, snuggled up with your new family. 
It was a battle of which Munson man could shed the most tears. Eddie and Wayne were both wiping away tears for hours. Overjoyed with emotions that everyone was healthy. 
“No you don’t,” Wayne said as you reached for the back door to grab the diaper bag, “you go right inside and get comfy, get them legs up!”
You do as your told, leaving Wayne, Eddie and Karen to carry the load in. The hospital stay was overwhelmingly sweet, but you knew Eddie was itching to get back to normalcy, still not liking the way he felt cooped up in the hospital even though it had been years since you both had the horrifying visit. 
Bags and suitcases are carried in and set into your master bedroom to be unpacked later, bottles and diapers are stacked and put into their respectable places. Karen starts warming up the chicken casserole she had prepared earlier that day. Wayne fussed around with the new dishwasher that he and Eddie had installed the month prior. 
Throughout the commotion you had fallen asleep, legs propped up in the recliner, but you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and there he was.
Eddie was holding them both, large hands cocooned around their swaddled little bodies, crooked into each of his arms. Something he was nervous about but slowly getting the hang of, the nurses told him he was a natural, and Wayne wept into Karen’s shoulder when Eddie introduced the twins to their grandpa. 
His normal obnoxious voice was murmuring low and quiet like a soft lullaby so as not to stir awake the sleeping little babies. 
He looked at them both, adoration and tears springing into his eyes. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. How he could have helped make something so small and delicate, he wouldn’t understand. But, he didn’t need to. 
A boy, born first— with his dark eyes and brown hair, and later the little girl, almost identical to his Tooty, and just as stubborn, both already wrapped around his fingers.
He murmured their names, and caught your eye as he said it, a smile so wide on his face that you were sure new dimples would bust through his cheeks, and you only heard the end of what he was saying. 
If you would have told yourself five years ago that you would one day own a home, get married to and have twins with Eddie Munson, you would have laughed on the spot. That loud mouth jackass of a guy you had once regretted letting move into your home, had moved right into your heart and never left. 
The demons inside you both were finally at bay, finding solace in one another in more ways than you had thought possible. Being loved by Eddie was everything you had thought love should be like. 
And you pinch yourself to make sure it's real, and each and every time, it is. 
“…babies,” he says, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes as he looks over at you, his family, “we’re home.” 
The end
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xzaddyzanakinx · 27 days
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Not That Kind of Guy
Part One: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series
Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]
Info: Anakin loves you so much it hurts, he just really wants to make sure your silly little girl brain doesn’t get in the way of your safety, you have a cat, Anakin is a bartender [diary entries from Ani’s perspective] MDNI 18+
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Diary Entry: May 2nd
The Cerulean was filled with loud music, flashing lights, and the stench of sweaty guys and spilt beer. Over-kill perfume on the girls who so desperately wanted my attention, writing their numbers on their drink coasters after finishing their stupid little cocktail. The occasional ‘break it up guys, c’mon’ yelled out at a pair of ‘roided up college boys. Peanut shells stuck to my sneakers at the end of the night, going home and washing off the stickiness from working behind the bar.
All things I was used to.
But you… not you. Every time I caught a glimpse of you tonight it was like the first time all over again.
Pink, skirt, sneakers, crop top. Such a cute little outfit; it made you easy to spot, easy to track, easy to watch over.
I have your drink order memorized. I so hoped you’d come back for another so I could hear your voice, to see your pretty little lips move just for me again. But you didn’t. Because you’re a smart girl. You knew that without a man around to look out for you, you’d be pretty hopeless if you got too tipsy. It only made me want to protect you more. You’re too soft, too sweet, too innocent to worry about the big nasty world around you.
That’s my job now.
I’ll always keep you safe, but I also want to keep you happy. You deserve the world and more, and I’ll give it to you.
I’d destroy the earth to build it up again in your design. I’d live for you, serve you, die for you, at any moment you might ask. Just say the word and I will. I promise I will.
Note: Motion sensors
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Date:
May 23rd
Anakin walked a safe distance behind you, his hands in his hoodie pocket, his hood up and head down. It was dark out, the only light was from the street lamps.
Sometimes when he walked you home he just wanted to run up and grab you by the shoulders and shake you; ask you to please for once just pay attention to your surroundings.
You walked around with your headphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. Yeah it was a straight shot to your apartment from the bar. Only having to cross the road once during the mile long journey down the sidewalk. But a mile was a good stretch of space and there were plenty of people who passed you. A handful of creepy, unlit alleyways you could be dragged into.
You were practically asking for it.
He just had to remind himself that this was just another reason you were so lucky to have him. He’d watch over you, so you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head about nothin’.
Anakin stood by the corner store dumpster and watched as you trotted up the steps and tapped the door code into the keypad of your apartment building. After the door shut behind you and he saw the keypad flash red, he knew you were safely locked inside.
It took approximately one minute and 14 seconds for you to jog up the steps to your door, depending on how tired you were he could add a few seconds and not worry. But anything over 20 seconds had him sweating in a panic.
Tonight though you were right on time, his phone pinged with an alert that your door had been opened, and successfully shut behind you. Now he could breathe a sigh of relief and make his way back to work.
His boss was kind enough to never question why he skipped out for about 20 minutes a night or two a week. Anakin smoked, it wasn’t unlikely to assume he just got a little distracted scrolling on his phone during his smoke break or maybe just needed a few minutes of peace.
Now all he had to do was suffer through three more hours of monotonous work and try not get a head start on his hearing loss from the shitty music.
Then he could go home to you.
The cloak of stress he wore when you were out of sight vanished quickly when he perched on the fire escape and peered into your living room. Poor thing. You’d fallen asleep on the couch again.
Not that he minded. It made his night that much better when he could sit closer to you. It was a pain to climb the ladder of the building next door and sit on the rooftop so he could see into your bedroom window. Very inconvenient, but worth it everytime.
He sat quietly, observing you and the way your lips twitched while you slept, as though you were having a conversation with someone in your dreams. Probably him, he thought.
“Oh, your blanket… you’re gonna be cold if you keep squirming around like that, your blanket is gonna end up in the floor.”
His fingers itched to pry open the window and tuck you back in, but he didn’t. He promised himself he wouldn’t do that. No breaking and entering.
He decided it was time to head back to his own home after that, he couldn’t stay much longer without: a) falling asleep b) forcing his way into your apartment for the sake of keeping you warm.
So he trekked to the sidewalk, wiping off the rust stains on his palms from the old metal fire escape. Shoving his hands back into his hoodie pocket after blowing you a goodnight kiss.
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Diary Entry: June 6th
You owe me big time young lady.
You left your door unlocked and your window cracked open. It is 3:00am, what if someone snuck in? Then what would I do?
Die probably. I’d probably die if something happened to you.
Therefore, I bit the bullet and helped you out. I’m lucky you’re a heavy sleeper and I’m not easy to startle or else we both would’ve had a big scare tonight.
I cracked open your window, slipped in quietly, lowered it behind me, locked it. Double checked it and then triple checked it just in case.
When I turned around- christ that fucking cat. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. Guard dog? Who needs a guard dog when you’ve got that monster running around?
A quick blur of orange and a loud *reeeareow* was the only warning before it- sorry, Boogie, climbed up my leg with her little pitchfork claws. I handled it well, you’d be proud. I picked her up by the scruff and gave her a light bop on the noggin’ just like you do when she’s in trouble; except I didn’t kiss it better afterwards, I think she would’ve eaten me if I tried that.
Any-who, I carried her with me to the kitchen and got her a little treat from the cutesy kitten jar on the countertop. Then she decided we could be friends or well… maybe or maybe not I don’t really know, I guess we’ll see.
I plucked your spare key from the top of the fridge and quietly left your apartment. I locked the door and checked it several times, just in case.
As I walked down the steps I saw that the super was kind enough to leave a reminder that the keypad code had been changed, how nice of him! You are awfully forgetful sometimes. No worries princess I took a picture for safe keeping.
I need to change the batteries on or door sensors soon anyway, those little button batteries don’t last very long you know.
It was only when I got home that I realized I still had your spare key… tsk tsk Anakin. Ah well, that just means it won’t fall into the hands of someone it shouldn’t. I’ll keep it safe.
I love you 🖤
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Diary Entry: June 7th
You know, come to think of it. Now that I have a key I should get a few new items for your apartment, that way I can keep an eye on things for you while you’re away.
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letoasai · 10 months
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DP- Father Time
What if…. Clockwork was around far longer than Danny knew…. 
~
Life was a parade, and Clockwork had the best view. He was the master of time, he knew all of what was and what wasn’t. He saw the threads of every timeline, and took the best each had to offer for the most people. 
He had pride in his work, and an annoying habit of always being right. How could he be wrong when he knew the future. He knew every future. This was one of the major reasons he was irritated when someone, namely the Observants, decided to tell him how to do his job. 
They saw what was laid out in front of them. They saw what he laid out in front of them. They were spectators that clung too tightly to their oaths to merely watch, while cheating at the motion in the same breath. They acted so haughty but thought nothing of turning around and demanding Clockwork do this or that for them. 
Clockwork would generally avoid having to deal with them by agreeing ‘something’ needed to be ‘done’ and then go back to doing what he wanted in the first place. Observers they might be, ancient even, but they did not have the power to watch his every move. He directed things in the right direction, the way he always had with or without their say so. 
The future he had been keeping an eye on was swiftly on its way to becoming the present. The thrill of it put a smile on his face. Frankly it had been a while since he’d been so eager for anything. 
He’d be busy, but time was such a controllable thing for him. 
Making a portal to the moral plane, Clockwork floated through, remaining invisible. The house was the cozy sort, and deceiving normal though he knew it wouldn’t be for long. The hideous space like craft structure wasn’t yet protruding from the roof like an unwanted appendage. The glowing Fenton Works sign wasn’t out front yet either. 
The contamination was present however. It was still in low, nearly unnoticeable amounts, but that was still double what was generally found in nature. At least in normal places that weren’t consecrated grounds or otherwise filled with abnormal levels of death. 
This really was no place for children. 
Unseen by the two small occupants in the room, he observed as a small boy was seated at the kitchen table, watching nervously while his older sister knelt on a chair at the counter, carefully pouring juice into a sippy cup. It was a small task, but not one such small children should have been dealing with unsupervised. 
“Almost done, Danny.” Jazz said, turning to look at him with a smile. She only just barely noticed the way the chair wobbled, and didn’t notice how it stilled right after, Clockwork holding out an unseen hand to steady it with his telekinesis. It might have been a small thing, but it was unnecessary to have a timeline where the small girl fell off her chair and cracked her head on the counter. She would end up fine, and with seventeen stitches. Her younger brother, terrified of climbing on the kitchen chairs for the following five years. 
It could be skipped. 
It might have been meddling, but after the burden these two would end up growing up with, he saw no reason not to show them occasional good fortune. 
Jazz climbed down from the counter, a sippy cup and small plastic cup in each hand. She set them on the table before running back to the counter to grab the peanut butter sandwiches she’d set on a paper towel. 
It was lunch for two, and both were so young they didn’t see anything wrong with this scenario. It was perhaps wrong to interfere, but Clockwork saw a future that depended on both of them. Young Danny was going to be immensely important, and he would always cling to his sisters unwavering support. 
There were too many futures where accidents harmed these children before the proper timeline could come into effect. Some where one or both children died before puberty even. That could not be allowed to happen, not if he wanted the most ideal time line. 
The problem with that was that there wasn’t always someone present to protect them. Meddling be damned, he was not going to have the future suffer for such a small reason. 
“I found extra new books in my closet!” Jazz said, as she climbed onto her chair at the table. “I’ll read to you after we eat!” 
Danny was small, and possibly should have still been in some kind of booster seat at the table. Instead, he sat on a phone book, and even then was too small to do much more than see over the table. He didn’t talk much. Whether he was too small, or delayed in his milestones, Clockwork wasn’t sure. 
For all his infinite knowledge, child care wasn’t something he would have put on a resume of his skills. Leaving a few books around for the children was easy enough, but care was something rather different. 
Danny ate silently, his feet kicking to show his good mood. Neither child seemed worried about the fact that their parents were locked away in the basement, oblivious to how much time was really passing. 
As the keeper of time he could understand that, but he didn’t think it an excuse to not have proper priorities in place. 
“You can pick the book, okay? One of them has planets on it.” 
Danny’s smile grew, eyes nearly shining with excitement. 
“We’ll start with that one.” Jazz promised. 
Clockwork hovered, deciding he could leave them for the time being. It was a shame that little Jasmine had to be so responsible but the accident had been avoided. Today was a success for the timeline. 
At least they didn’t have to worry about the food from the fridge attacking them just yet. That was a set period of time that Clockwork was not actively looking forward to. The Fenton Parents were quite the extraordinary inventors, but they were rather lacking as parents. It was a shame that even in the best timeline possible so far, the pair had never really realized it. 
~
While some might have called it interference, Clockwork didn’t see it that way. Since he didn’t need to ask permission of anyone to do his job, he used his judgment, as always. 
At best he could visit the Fenton children every couple of weeks to check in or prevent something terrible from happening. At worst, he was there often. The record so far was needing to show up eight days in a row to either prevent a stressful near future, or to just plain take care of the children in some other way. 
The tasks he could do invisibly and unobtrusively were the easiest to handle. The ones were he couldn’t avoid being seen where… questionable. 
The one night he slid into Danny’s room, even the ticking of his own clock stuttered at the sight of the small boy crying into his pillow after a nightmare. He was going to have a few stern words for Nocturn. 
He lifted the child up into his arms, cradling him against his shoulder and maintaining his adult form for this venture. The last thing he needed was to shift into his child form while holding a child. 
For Danny’s part, he didn’t bat an eye, just continued to cry softly. He was still small enough that he didn’t care about the stranger in his bedroom. He only cared about the comfort he was getting and the rocking back and forth motion. 
This interaction would cost him nothing. Tonight, Danny would be soothed and as he grew older, he would forget this moment ever happened. It would fade into dream-like memories. 
“Those scary things can’t hurt you, little King to be.” Clockwork muttered, wiping at the tears falling down Danny’s face. 
Blue eyes looked up at him owlishly, lips still wobbling from his fright. 
“You just need a distraction.” Clockwork whispered, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. It likely would have only been Jazz though. The Fenton parents were either in the basement or out attempting to hunt what wasn’t yet a problem in Amity Park. He hadn’t bothered to look, he only knew enough to know he wouldn’t be seen or interrupted. 
“Nn..” Danny reached up to tug on the hem of his hood. 
“Yes.” Clockwork said, ectoplasm filling his palm. The glowing ball snatched Danny’s attention away in an instant, the child reaching for it only to be pulled away. “Not yet. Touching it isn’t safe for you yet.” 
Danny stretched again, sniffing back tears as he attempted to reach for it a second time. Instead, the ectoplasm split apart into a dozen little pieces. Each floated up towards the ceiling, rearranging themselves into rough star shapes. 
“St-!” Danny pointed up at them, a smile slowly spreading across his little face. 
“How about you keep these for the night?” Clockwork asked, “They’ll keep the bad dreams away.”
The toddler was enthralled, head tilted back. 
Clockwork laid Danny back down in bed, tucking him in and kneeling at the edge of his bed. “These will watch over you, okay?” 
“Nhnn.” Danny’s smile remained, he only spared Clockwork another peaceful look before he looked back up at the ectoplasm stars. Normally, the exposure probably would have been unhealthy but the children were exposed enough. This little bit wouldn’t do any harm. He’d checked. 
For several long minutes Clockwork watched him, the child’s eyes blinking slowly. Sleep was tugging at him, but his desire to look at the stars was strong. 
“There are scary things out there, little King to be.” Clockwork said softly. “But there are plenty of good things out there too if you look.” 
Danny pointed up at the ectoplasm again, the green light spread across the room. 
“Goodnight, Danny.” Clockwork said, knowing it would only be minutes before the child’s eyes closed for a much more peaceful bout of sleeping. 
~
Not for the first time, Clockwork found himself surprised by the very future he had already predicted. Knowing the future and living through it in the present were incomparable. Emotions were vast, every ghost knew that in particular. Emotions overflowed for them, and while Clockwork knew he would care about the children, feeling that affection first hand was overwhelming. 
The disdain he felt for the ghost hunting Fentons grew as their lack of positive parenting became evident. It wasn’t just their ghost hunting focus that was getting on his nerves, though it hadn’t happened yet, but their poor interactions with their own children.
It shouldn’t have been up to Jazz to take care of her little brother. She went as far as to drop him off at daycare by herself before walking to school alone. Once or twice Clockwork would appear, invisibly hovering beside her to make sure she got to both places safely. Once he’d pulled her and her brother out of the way from being clipped by a car, and twice since then he stopped time momentarily to hold the red lights and let Jazz cross the street on her little legs.
It was frankly outrageous that no one seemed to notice the dangers these kids were constantly in, or the neglect they suffered. All the same, even he could only meddle so much, and he was far more than he realized he’d need to. 
As much as he tried to stay out of sight, some occasions were impossible. When he needed to apply baid-aids to both of Danny’s knees when he fell on the concrete steps outside of the house, or when he appeared behind Jazz as a spectral terror to scare away a young man who was following the little girl to the corner store with awful intentions in mind. 
The last one had almost been a disaster when Jazz turned around and looked up at him, then at the young man running away as fear gripped his heart. 
“Thank you.” Jazz said, though she didn’t quite understand what she was thanking him for. She turned around, marching right back to the corner store with dollar bills in her change purse. 
“You’re welcome, Jazz.” He muttered before fading away from sight. Even while being among his predictions of possible outcomes, it was a strange reaction from the little girl who’s parents ranted about ghosts. The blanket acceptance for receiving help. 
He didn’t know where her kindness came from, but it was imperative that she passed it on to her brother. She was small, but she was smart. She was reading at a second grade level already, and wrote on the wall calendar what days the bills were due. She was responsible beyond her years, not out of want but necessity. 
If Clockwork helped distract Danny for a while so she was able to read or make sandwiches for them, that was their collective business, just the three of them. 
“Mr. Ghost.” Jazz blinked up at him one afternoon. She was fidgeting and ended up dropping her gaze to her feet. “Can you help me lift the bottle?” 
“The…bottle?” He stared at her. Danny ran towards them, running through Clockwork and falling onto his hands and knees with a laugh. The small boy kept trying to grab Clockwork's ghost tail and was endlessly thrilled by not being able to touch it. 
“Yeah, for the dirty clothes. I read the directions but i can’t lift the bottle. It’s heavy.” Jazz said, holding out a hand for Danny to help regain his balance. 
“Yes. I can help you.” Clockwork said. It was easy to be proud of these children, and quietly infuriating that it was necessary. 
It wasn’t just that Jazz had learned to be so self sufficient, it was that Danny knew to stay by his sister. While Jazz tossed their clothes into the washing machine, and Clockwork helped Jazz measure out the detergent, Danny sat on the floor nearby playing with a spaceship that Jazz had made for him out of paper plates, duct tape, and plastic straws. 
These kids were growing up with only occasional visits from their parents while living in the same house. 
“Thank you.” Jazz said when they had finished. 
“You’re quite welcome, Jazz.” 
It was almost sad how the Fentons had no idea there was a ghost in their home. Until they did, or until they suspected something was strange. 
Danny was little, and didn’t know who he was supposed to share things with, or what he was supposed to keep secret. When he started to talk about his flying friend, his see-through friend, the Fentons over reacted. 
Clockwork might have had to stay out of the house for a few weeks, but he still watched carefully as Jack and Maddie searched the house, Danny’s room in particular. Ghost hunting was their obsession and they took a toddler at his word. 
When he finally started crying over his parents too loud, nearly volatile search, Jazz lost her temper. 
“He just has an imaginary friend! It’s not real! Not everything is a ghost! Ghosts aren’t real!” 
“Now, Jazz.” Maddie tried to soothe her. “If he says he saw-” 
“He’s a baby! All you talk about is ghosts. Of course his imaginary friend would look like a ghost, but you aren’t finding anything, are you?! Ghosts aren’t real!” She took Danny’s hand and stomped off to her own room where they could play in peace, away from the whirling alarms of ghost gadgets. 
It was the stance the small girl would take for years. Ghosts did not exist, while she knew very well that they did. She chose to protect Clockwork over letting her parents know that there had been a ghost in the house. 
It was however, a reminder to Clockwork that he was becoming a little too complacent. He was being seen a little too often. Danny couldn’t know about him until the time was right, but Jazz was more than capable of keeping quiet. 
He continued to tuck Danny in after a nightmare and a night of glowing ectoplasm stars on the ceiling. He also continued to help Jazz when something was just a little out of her means, but otherwise did better to stay hidden. 
Even invisible, Jazz often knew when he was around. It had Clockwork smiling at the future where she would be in full control of her liminality. The kids were growing to be quite capable. 
In theory, Clockwork had been looking forward to the day where Danny became a halfa. It was the start of so much, the next checkpoint of the most favorable future. It was a sure thing now, but Clockwork’s own emotions were wavering the day in question. Watching Danny head down into the lab with his two friends trailing behind him had him feeling sick. Yes, Danny would become a halfa, and someday he would become king, but now, this day, Danny was going to die. 
Had there been another way, Clockwork would have considered it. Instead, all he could do was be present, watching invisibly as the child he’d helped raise was killed and born anew in the same breath. It was the most terrible thing he’d seen in recent memory. 
It was difficult not to immediately rush to his side. To offer to teach him how to use the new abilities he’d just gain. He saw the fear on Danny’s face, and saw the cold air puff between his lips. Danny didn’t yet know what his ghost sense was. He didn’t know Clockwork was in the very same room with him. This was the start, and like always, Clockwork would be watching. He would do what he was able to keep the boy safe, and winced at the months it would take before Jazz caught on to what was happening. 
Her brother becoming a halfa was not in the realm of possibilities that she was expecting but she would be his support, well versed by that point that their were both good and bad ghosts. 
Someday, Clockwork might tell Danny how long he’d been in his life. Someday, Danny might forgive him for his rough half ghost beginning and letting things fall where they were meant to. He didn’t revel in Danny’s struggles, but those struggles were what would make him a fitting king. 
Soon he’d get to introduce himself to Danny, and his first task for the boy would be a harrowing one, but he knew what Danny could do when he tried. Until then, Clockwork would watch the parade from above, his pride in the Fenton children immeasurable.
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Harry was absolutely insane.
Y/N was positive about that. She sat on the couch as she watched him bob about the kitchen, installing baby locks. Baby locks- and her bump was still little. Despite all of this, though, she found it stupidly attractive. His desire to be a dad, his dedication to the baby that was just a tiny little seed inside of her stomach, his already overprotective soul, it made her fall just a bit deeper.
The shift had been evident and obvious and neither of them had any awkwardness about it. It was no longer two best friends making a child- they were in it together. Harry was just as dedicated to Y/N as he was to their child. She had found that out relatively quickly. When they’d gone to the bar to meet up with their friends, Y/N and Harry both sipping on plain sodas as they caught up with people. He had gone to the bar to get her a bowl of cherries that she had been obviously craving since he had caught her looking at longingly in Sarah’s drink. He’d been approached by a very pretty girl that had her stomach twisting, seeing her place her hand on his arm which she had wanted to rip off violently. He had taken the slip of paper from her and nodded before heading back with the cherries he had paid a stupid amount for.
She had been quiet with his return, his heavy arm sloping around her shoulder like nothing had happened. He sunk back into his comfortable space, kissing the side of her head as she took one of the cherries to pop in her mouth. It felt bit hard to swallow when she did, the burning in her gut outweighing the sweetness of the cherry. Y/N hadn’t been able to hold back, turning to him after staying quiet for a bit.
“Are y’gonna go for it?” She asked,, trying to feign nonchalance. She had done a very poor job of it, though. Y/N was never one with believable poker faces. Harry could read her like a book.
“Who? Girl at the bar?” He asked with a quirked brow, shaking his head at her irritation when she nodded. Her slight pout and her irritated brows made him want to coo at her. She was so cute. “Why the hell would I do that when you’re right next to me? You’re the mother of my child. I dont need to look elsewhere. I adore you.” He turned her face, pinching her chin and pressing his lips to hers firmly for a chaste but loaded kiss. “Threw it in the trash on the way back. Told her I was an expecting father. Don’t need to go searching anywhere else.”
And that was that.
Now, doting dad and committed… boyfriend? Partner? Whatever their label was, he was exceedingly good at it. Phenomenal, really. He kept the fridge stocked with jars of the sweetened cherries and switched his cologne to a less spicy one because as much as she liked the other one, her pregnancy hormones absolutely could not stand it. He made sure to set up tea for her and get coffee if out because mournfully she was also sick whenever she smelled it. She was just hormonal and unhappy that someone else had hit on him.
Y/N had been grumpy lately. She didn’t mean to be, but with bouts of morning sickness and her breasts feeling a bit tender, a weird craving for fried chicken tenders with peanut butter, she felt irritated all the time. There wasn’t much anyone could do for that. That didn’t mean Harry deserved to be on the receiving end of her grumpiness, though. She felt a bit bad as she watched him walk back over to test out the locks, not seeming to be bothered by it visibly but… she knew he valued her a lot and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was being mean in purpose.
Tears grew in her eyes, the sting making her even more upset. She kept fucking crying and she had been lucky to keep it from him this far, but it had only been a matter of time. A quiet sniffle was accompanied by rubbing over her eyes, not wanting tears to fall before she spoke. “I’m sorry, H.” She said, trying her best to keep her voice steady. Harry had quickly turned to look at her, concern etching over his features as he returned back to her side. “I shouldn’t have tried to start a fight. It’s not fair and you’re s-so lovely to me and I get scared you’re going to find someone who isn’t pregnant and whiny and eats weird things-“ she hiccuped, glassy eyes looking at his beautiful hands. It was hard to face him.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Y/N was full of emotion lately but Harry had thought he made it clear that he wasn’t ever going to leave. “Sweet girl… hey.” He grabbed her chin with his thumb, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. “I’m not upset. I didn’t even know you had seen that. I’d never do that. I don’t want to. What I want is right here.” He moved to cup her cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. Her stuttered breathing had him squatting in front of her, getting them eye level. This needed to be cleared up.
As much as he had been thorough in telling her that she was his, he hadn’t been proper in his declaration of need for her. “Look at me.” His instruction got her to look right at his eyes, a harsh swallow taken as she held her breath. “There is no one else. Maybe it’s my fault for not being clear, but I’m yours. Your partner in all of this, if you’ll have me.” Gentle strokes of the damp skin and the shaky breath exhaled as she took another second to absorb his words. “We made a sweet little baby inside of you, we’ve bonded but… m’not just here for the baby. I’m here for you. You’re what I want, and I’m sorry that I haven’t outright said it yet. I thought you knew how much I utterly adore you.” He got on his knees between her legs, still able to look at her face on as he brought her face towards him.
Delicately, he kissed over her skin. Feather light, soft and breezy, he kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelids as she closed them to feel his affection. He was so serious about her that it grounded her a bit. Finally letting her body unclench, leaning her face into the pecks when he finished off with her lips. “I adore you too.” She mumbled back, holding on to his wrists. “I’m sorry. I- I kind of knew but we never spoke about it and when I saw you talking to her my mind panicked a little bit.” It was silly of her. Harry was right in saying he had made it clear she was his- her still slightly over sensitive cunt was proof of that alone- but the lack of clarification had gotten to her.
“Don’t need an apology from you. I know that if I saw a man talking to you, flirting… handing you his number? I’d be very annoyed. Not at you, but.. the idea. It pisses me off and probably wasn’t fun for you to watch.” He sighed, pulling back slightly to stare at her. “M’here for you and little baby inside of you. You both are my world. And I don’t want you questioning it again. Alright?” He squeezed her cheeks slightly with his hands, making her laugh through the last of her emotional tears.
“Got it.” She sniffed, welcoming the kiss he paired it with. “I- I still don’t think we need baby locks yet.”
“S’called being proactive, my darling.” He chuckled against her mouth. “Keep up.”
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Harry’s hand was threaded through hers as they left the appointment. Y/N was happy that as she was in her second trimester, but even more so, she was amused at her boyfriends antics.
He was diligent and doting on her, more than he had ever been before. The friend she had before had erupted from his cocoon, showing her a new side to him that she hadn’t anticipated. Protective, present, and so damn affectionate. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. It wasn’t just sexually, either. The man always had his hand on her, lips pressing against some part of her body, fingers tangled with hers. It was very new, but very welcomed.
“So… soon they’ll be able to hear.” Harry mumbled as they walked towards the car. “So we’re going to have to play them some good music. Got to be careful what my child consumes because I will not have a kid with bad music taste.” He gave Y/N a look. “No radio for right now. I’ve got playlists, going to get the family plan for Spotify or something and then y’can use that.”
Y/N laughed under her breath, approaching his black SUV with a shake of the head. “Harry, I adore you, but please.” She gave him a look. “They’re going to be perfect. With a father like you, there’s no damn way our child isn’t going to know the ups and downs of rock n’ roll history.” Harry was quick to open up the passenger side door, holding on to her hand as he helped her get into the seat. “Besides, it’s mainly my heartbeat they’ll hear. They won’t start hearing a lot of external noise until the end of this trimester.” He had been on the baby websites.
“I know that. But we have to be safe, don’t we?” He was deadly serious, too. “We don’t know the exact time they’ll be able to hear it so…” he shrugged, making sure she was buckled before closing the door. Harry was already an active parent and Y/N couldn't fault him for that.
When he was in his seat and buckled, his hand moved the car into gear before finding its new favorite spot on her thigh. It still gave her little butterflies to feel him touch her so intimately, so casually. These adjustments had made her exceptionally happier in the last few weeks.
“What did you want for lunch, petal?” He asked softly, the music playing lowly after Harry adjusted the playlist. “Is it still chicken tenders? Or are you wanting something else?” The cravings had varied lately. Harry was never sure what exactly to get her so he waited for explicit instructions so they didn’t waste time or money.
“Can I have Taco Bell?” She asked, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Want one of the freeze things and.. maybe we get the taco box? With all the tacos so we can have it for later too?” Her stomach was growling, in desperate need of some food. “Want some of the chips and cheese too. Maybe 2. Your child is making me stupidly hungry.” The grumble made him laugh. It was very much his fault, and he wouldn’t change it.
“Course we can. Tomorrow I’m going to the grocery so I can get us some good food at home. Strawberries and greens for your smoothies.” While Harry was never one to dictate how she ate, he did encourage her to eat healthy when possible. He would cook for them since they’d basically moved in together, but Y/N was feeling too lazy to cook most of the time.
“Hm. Yeah, I think that’s good. I’d like some crisps and stuff to make dip… maybe some rice. I’ve been craving baby carrots with ranch a few times but we didn’t have it.” It hadn’t been so much that she would ask him to go out and get it. She was still able to go but Harry did like to take care of her so far. It had been a bit of an adjustment but she was learning to love it. “Y’know, you’re spoiling me. Going to make a monster out of me. I’m liking this ‘having Harry go to the shops’ thing.” Her grin was wide as she looked over to him in time to see him fondly roll his eyes.
“Well… I’m going to take care of you. You’re my girl, you’re carrying my baby. I’ve always liked spoiling you. Just didn’t do it as much because it would have been a bit weird.” He admitted. The sun was high in the sky and the clouds fluffy and white. The air was warm enough for them to have the windows down a bit as they drove, and Harry really felt like his heart was full. Just getting to experience this and spoil Y/N the way he had always had a weird itch to do? It was fulfilling a spot in his chest that had been vacant for a while.
“That’s good then. I like being spoiled so I think this could work out.”
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“Harry!”
The call of his name from across the house had him jolting, running from the kitchen where he had been preparing their meal, up the steps and down the hall to their bedroom. You never yelled for him like that. His brain had been on auto pilot, running over as fast as he could in his socks- dangerous- to find Y/N standing with wide eyes as their folded laundry sat in sorted piles on the bed.
Her hands were over her bump, visible in the cornflower blue dress that hung over her form. Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, mouth open as he approached. His hands immediately grabbed her face, looking her over. “What? What’s wrong?” He pressed. “Baby- y’cant yell for me like that and not tell me. Is there something wrong?”
“No! I don’t- I don’t think so?” She squeaked. “I felt them move! Like… s’not a kick or anything but it felt real this time! Not just the flutters. It’s like… squirming?” Her eyes were wide as she looked down at her belly, the shock of truly feeling their baby moving around inside of her taking her for a ride. “I didn’t mean to worry you but I just- I panicked and was excited. I’m sorry.” The woman hadn’t meant to worry him too much.
Harry felt himself melt in both relief and happiness at the clarification. His heart rate could finally slow down. Perching himself on the end of the bed, he was mindful of the laundry piles as he pulled her body in between his legs. “I’m not angry, Angel. Not in the slightest. You just scared me. Thought something was wrong. M’much happier with this result.” Hands moved from her hips to over her forming bump, stroking over it tenderly.
She had told him about flutters recently, how they’d made her excited- but this was a very new and exciting development. “I didn’t want you to miss out.” She peeped, looking down at him. “In case you could feel something. I know you love them a lot already and I didn’t want to keep the first couple times.”
Harry was in love. He knew that before, but her little moment now had solidified it even more. His lips pressed over the clothed belly, tilting his head up to look at her with his eyes full of fondness. “Thank you. I researched it and I don’t think I’ll be able to feel much until the end of this trimester, but I love that you wanted to tell me.” The moment had been more than enough for him. “What did it feel like to you, though? Tell me.” Holding her body to him and his chin against the bump, he listened intently.
“It was like… I don’t know exactly. They were squirming and bumped into the side of the wall? It’s hard to explain. It freaked me out at first.” A breathy left slightly moved his face as it rested on the belly. “Because I sometimes forget that there’s a real human in there growing. It’s incredible, isn’t it?” She placed her hands over his. “Like a little flower. Planted the seed and now the sprout is growing a flower.”
“Hm. Little sprout? I like that.” He turned to whisper into her belly. “Do you like that, Sprout? S’a cute little name your Mumma and I can call you. We’re going to find out if you’re a girl or boy later on but… it’s better than calling you ‘baby’, hm?” Harry more than liked that. “Can choose to be whatever you’d like, but think you’re going to be stuck with the Sprout nickname forever. S’already stuck. You’re going to be married with children and I’ll be calling you it.” He joked, rubbing her hips as he looked back up at Y/N.
She was so beautiful. Sometimes it struck him in the chest, like right now, how lucky he was to have been given her by chance. She had suggested this and they hadn’t anticipated this sort of thing happening, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. She had that pregnancy glow, the beam of her smile. No more morning sickness and instead getting to enjoy her bump for a while. The leg cramps hurt a bit, but she and Harry worked on it with the massagers and vitamins. She was truly thriving, and he was elated.
“You’re so lucky, Sprout. Me and you. We get your Mumma, and she’s the most perfect woman. You will be grateful when you come out to meet her.” He felt her gentle hands stroke through his messy hair as he continued to speak. “Hope you’re nice to her the rest of the time you’re sprouting. She’s giving you some good genetics to work with here. M’gonna have the prettiest babies with her.”
“Babies?” Y/N rose a brow. “Who said we are having more than this one?” Her heart beat a bit faster as it did sink in. He meant it. He wanted the long haul. It was so exciting, so comforting to know. Harry reminded her often how how much he adored her, how he was proud to be hers, but that confirmation made it feel way more real.
“Well.. s’your body, so you. But I’d like to be the one who gives you more babies if you decide that I can.” He blinked up at her. “I’m more than okay with one, if that’s all you’d like. But… I would definitely like some more if that’s something you’d offer.” Obviously he would never pressure her into anything she didn’t want, but it was something he had been envisioning.
A full house. A dog or two. A set dining room table and sports practices, plays, dance recitals. Siblings spats and groans when Harry would kiss her. Picnics and beach days where he would remind the children to walk, do not run to the water. Applying sunscreen to grumbling kids and holding Y/N’s hand through all of their firsts. Perhaps it was a big dream to ask to follow through, but it was something he desperately wanted.
“You’d really want that? We haven’t even had this one yet.” She asked softly, surprise evident in her tone. “You like them that much?”
“Love them. And you.” He looked up at her again, pulling his lips from her stomach, letting the words sit in the silence for a second. “Love you a lot, Y/N. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Want to build a family with you, a home. Not just a house or a flat. Want to do it all with you. You’ve been my best friend for a long time but I love you a lot more than that. You’re the person I’ve always wanted to be with but didn’t particularly know it. Didn’t allow myself to think of it. Now that I have a chance, I’m taking it. Keeping it.” And her.
Eventually he would propose, but he didn’t want her to think it was just from the baby fever. He loved her wholly before this but it had grown and changed shape and color. She felt like gold. Bright, shiny, priceless. Better than anything else he had ever seen and she had him wrapped around her finger.
“I’d like that.” She caressed the tops of his cheeks with her knuckles. “You’re my best friend too… and- and I think that there’s no one better suited for the job as the father of my children than you. I’ve loved you for a long time and it’s changed the meaning, like you said but.. I like that idea.” Building a home and family with him. Something so perfect to them. It wouldn’t always be, but they’d love it despite the imperfections and hiccups. She knew his heart, and it was pure.
“But to be honest? To me, you’ve always felt like home.”
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webslingingslasher · 1 year
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omg i need to see “mutual friends alerting the other about something they definitely deserve to know” and “anxiously waiting for them to come home so that they could give them a piece of their mind” please!! i love your angst it’s soul crushingly delicious 🫶
whew i got carried away, but this is a fave out the gate
It started as a dare, a shitty, drunken, jokeable dare. 
“I dare you….” Flash hiccups then burps in his hand, he chuckles and throws it at MJ who gags, “I dare you… Y/N…. to kiss Parker.” 
You made eye contact with Peter, it was a dumb dare, you were new to the group of friends, but even you could play into the game. You shrug like, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Peter acts the same, he’s not in highschool anymore, he wasn’t scared to kiss girls.  
“Okay, let’s go Peter.” You stand to wave him over to the closet, Flash stops you with a buzz sound. “Nope, right here where we can all see.” You look at him oddly, “that’s weird but okay.” 
You and Peter are friends, he’s cute sure but you weren’t hungry for his attention, you just thought he was kind and funny, and quiet, but somehow full of charm so when he spoke you made sure to listen. But it’s not like you had a crush on him or anything. 
Peter stood in front of you, you stepped closer and pulled his neck towards you. 
“Pucker up, parker.” 
And… holy shit. 
The kiss was like fireworks, a feeling like you’ve never had before. It made your entire body buzz like when you whack your funny bone against a doorframe. Neither of you could pull away, both experiencing what true blissfulness was made of, forgetting the dare you lost yourself into Peter. 
Until the group laughs, it makes you feel like this was a set up. 
“Not bad, Parker.” You’re breathless. 
“Not so bad yourself,” he is too. 
You shrug, “a dares a dare, right?” 
“Anything to please the peanut gallery,” Flash chugs his cup while Ned counts down. 
Something in both your eyes told each other it wouldn’t be the last time.
Safe to say, it was no one's question how you’ve found yourself in Peter Parker’s bed for the hundredth time. 
Friends with benefits sucks, give someone the girlfriend benefits, she’ll think she’s the girlfriend. It really, really hurt to find out you weren’t, no matter how aware you were the reality check hit you hard. 
“Uh, I don’t…. Look, you and Peter are hooking up right?” 
You could deny it, but that would be dumb. The friend group knows it, you both won’t confirm or deny, but when you hook up with someone who’s roommate is in the friend group, people are gonna know.  
“Something like that.” 
MJ sniffed, “but, you’re not serious right, like you’re not secretly dating or anything?” 
You don’t like that she’s asking questions, MJ was one of those ‘the less I know the better’ people, so her asking gave you an edge, there was a reason for the interrogation. 
You narrow your eyes, did Peter put her up to this? Does he want to know if you want more, or maybe he’s trying to see if you caught feelings. 
“Who’s asking, did Peter put you up to this?” 
MJ looks sad when you say that, a small frown pulls at the corner of her lip. “No, nothing like that. I just want to make sure you guys aren’t a thing.” 
Why was she acting so odd, this was an one eighty from her normal self. 
“What’s with the interrogation, trying to get a job with the FB-” 
“Peter’s hooking up with another girl.” 
MJ’s voice was rushed, like she had to say it right then or it would be taken to the grave. She gasps for air, like the admission choked her. Your ears ring, head feels hot and fuzzy, your chest clenches, you think you’re going to puke. 
MJ repeats your name, you can’t stop reciting her words. 
She snaps, you blink. “Oh.” 
It shouldn’t hurt like this. It was friendly, it was not supposed to be serious. But then the line between friends with benefits and dating started to blur more and more and suddenly you were only reminded you weren’t dating when you were around your friends. But there was trust, it was supposed to be about trust, and part of that was not hooking up with anyone else. The rules were if either one started to hook up with other people it would stop, but he broke the rules. 
You never took Peter Parker to be a rule breaker. 
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if it was serious between you guys but when I saw him kiss her I-” 
You held up a hand, you didn’t want to hear the rest of it. It didn’t matter, he broke a promise, and so did you. No one was supposed to get hurt, and yet here you are ready to break down the second you’re able to get alone. 
“Fuck.” you whisper the words, nothing else comes to mind. You just wanted to disappear, everything was numb and you wanted to go back in time three months ago and just take a shot instead of participating in Flash’s dumb dare. 
“MJ, I’m sorry but I have to go, I think I have to break up with Peter.” 
Her shoulders slump, “do you want a hug? She’s not even a fan of physical affection but you look desperate to be comforted, you wave her off, you tell her if she touches you you’ll cry. She apologizes, she hates that she had to be the one to tell you. 
You tell her it’s fine. You say it enough to yourself you start to believe the lie, all you have to do is erase Peter from your place, then he can leave your mind. So, the moment you enter your own apartment, you pick up every piece of his and stow it in a box. 
Clothes, games, books, a toothbrush, a watch, even his spare phone charger. Nothing of his was to stay, to solidify the importance of this decision, to prove that you were serious you stripped your sheets and made a trip to the laundry room before sending a text to Peter. 
“Come pick up your shit.” 
He answered with a question mark, you didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing a read receipt. 
You felt ballsy, and you even had the fire in you for a minute. But the idea of seeing Peter any minute, and having to confront him, look in his baby brown eyes and pull the plug aches you. It hurt to know that if he had begged and asked for a do over there would be a large chunk of you that would dare say yes, anything to keep him. 
But he broke the rules. 
Without rules it’s only chaos and destruction, you didn’t need that with him. 
You imagine how you’ll do it. 
Throw the box at him, tell him it’s over and make him leave? No, you’ll have to see him again. 
Tell him he’s a lying piece of shit that broke your heart? No, you’ll have to see him again. 
Ask him why he’d do this with you knowing you’d catch feelings? No, you’ll have to see him again. 
Yell at him? Curse his name, tell him he’s a monster, that he broke the most important rule? No, you’ll have to see him again. 
Tell him you loved him, and you thought he did too?
No, you’ll have to see him again. 
It all ends the same, you’ll have to see him again knowing what you had and what he did. Or, you just leave the friend group, it would suck not having friends but you could make new ones, ones you didn’t sleep with no matter how cute, or how good kissing them feels, no matter if they promise they won’t hurt you like the others did. 
You washed down the imagery with a glass of wine, nothing felt right and you had no reason to be anxious. You pour another half glass, swig most down, then head to the building’s basement to put your sheets in the dryer. 
Nothing feels as right as Peter, you hate that he’s making you do this. 
You felt your stomach knot up when there was a knock on the door, you knew it was Peter. Your roommate was at her girlfriend’s and had a key, you only invited Peter over for the night, you wonder if it might be MJ but she would never show up unannounced. 
He knocks again, you finish the second glass of wine. 
Peter’s face lights up when you swing the door open, his eyebrows rise and so does his grin. 
“Hi, baby.” He’s cheerful, dressed in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his white and blue Nikes poked out the bottoms. He looked adorable and you hated it, you were supposed to hate him, not hug him. 
You pointed at his box of things on the coffee table. 
“I packed your shit up.” 
Peter stepped through the door, looked at you then the box, then you, then the box. Finally, “why?” 
“So it’s easier to carry out, silly.” 
You wish your sheets were done, your hands need something to do, they’re starting to shake. 
Peter shakes his head like he’s trying to wash the response from his head, “why would I need to carry my stuff out?” 
This wasn’t a scenario you dreamed up, just being blunt. 
“Because I’m breaking up with you.” 
Peter’s face twitches, you raise a finger to continue. 
“Correction, I’m ending things. To break up we’d have to date, you just fucked me.” 
Talk about blindsided. Peter thinks he’s been shot, puts a hand on his chest and slumped in the chair next to the table with his things. He’s checking to see if his heart is still there, it feels like it dissipated the second the words left your lips. 
His head falls into his hand, he rubs at his jaw. 
“I…” He didn’t know where to go with that. 
I thought we had something? 
I thought this meant more than that? 
I thought I loved you, and you did too? 
Instead he sighs, he can’t make you change your mind. 
“Okay. Um, okay. Sure.” He slaps his thighs then rubs at them, he doesn’t want to leave, it will feel real. 
Finally he looks towards you, “why?” Peter’s voice cracked, he was distraught, if you weren’t so upset yourself you’d want to console him. 
You round the corner, you look at his things tucked in the box. Small things, but held memory. The first shirt you slipped on after he came to yours, the toothbrush you made space for on your counter, a comic book he had read you, his wristwatch. It was bulky and digital, you found it on your desk while he was in the shower, you strapped it on but it still loosely dangled, you ran into the bathroom to rip the curtain back, you remember shoving your arm in his face. 
“Look at me, I’m go go gadget.” 
You didn’t realize you had it in your hand until the watch face blinked at you, that’s when you noticed you were crying. 
You were supposed to be tough, he wasn’t supposed to see you cry. You were supposed to hold it together and show that you didn’t need him. 
But you weren’t tough, and you were crying, and the one person who could make the hurt go away was the same one that caused it. 
“You broke the rule,” your words wavered, you tried to say it strongly. 
Peter’s mind is racing, what rule, what rule, what rule? 
“MJ told me you hooked up with someone else.” 
Confusion fell over his face, if you didn’t trust MJ as much as you did you might question if she made the whole thing up. 
“No, I didn’t… I didn’t break the rule.” Peter’s head shakes slowly, he’s trying to piece together the information, he didn’t hook up with anyone else, he swears on it. 
You sniffle and wipe at a stray tear, Peter looks at you sad, you know he wants to hold you tight. 
“MJ said you were kissing someone else.” 
He’s still searching in his mind, you can tell. The new information races through his memory, he’s searching for a kiss, then it clicks, he knows what MJ’s talking about. 
“Oh!” He jumps up, he can save this. 
“I know what she’s talking about. Yes, MJ is not lying, I did kiss another girl.” 
Your face drops, it felt like a suckerpunch when he admitted it. Peter sees the hurt cross over your face, he reaches out for your arms but you shy away, he hates that you won't let him touch you. 
“Peter, I don’t… this meant something to me, something really big, and I thought it did for you too.” 
Peter doesn’t like how this is going, he can save this, he knows it. 
“It did! It does! Just, hear me out, please?” 
You don’t say anything but your glance at his face is taken for a go ahead. 
“It was at the Bjorn party, I went with MJ and I swear it all makes sense cause she was giving me the stink eye the whole ride home and I had no idea why. But there was this girl there and I swear to you on everything I just walked by and she grabbed me.” 
You scoff, “real believable, peter. Next you’re going to say you had no control over it and she threw herself on you?” 
Peter winced, “kinda, but not really. She was quick with it, I did pull back but she pulled me back in and I could just see she was… I don’t know, terrified. She looked absolutely petrified and I just knew she needed someone she could trust and I gave her a second to explain. Her ex-boyfriend was at the party and he’d been stalking her and she couldn’t find her friends and she said she was with her new boyfriend but she didn’t have one and he’d been following her around to prove she didn’t have a boyfriend,” 
He was just rambling and confusing you now, “where is this going, peter?” 
Peter sighed, this time when he reached for your hand you let him grab it. 
“She asked if I would kiss her to get her ex off her back, that’s it. MJ must’ve seen me at the right time, but I promise that was it.” 
You looked him up and down, he seemed sincere. 
“I didn’t even get her name, we didn’t make out either. It was just a peck that lasted like ten seconds, and I would’ve told you, I swear. If I had ever done anything with anyone at any point during this I would’ve told you, but I forgot about it. It was like a favor, and I just didn’t think about it like that.” 
“How did you kiss her?” 
Peter’s eyebrows turn in, “I just told-” 
“No, show me.” 
He looks surprised but he won’t ask questions, actually he will ask one. 
“Do you want me to replay the exact scene or just the kiss?” 
Your eyes sparkled, “if you’re offering a theatrical rendition I won’t say no.” 
He looks behind him and pulls you over to the wall, he spins you so your back is against the wall. 
“Okay, so I’m gonna walk past you and you need to pull me in by my shirt, got it?” 
You bite back a laugh and nod, he returns a grin and jogs backwards. He gets into character and clears his throat, then begins to walk by. You do as he says and reach out, you pull the pocket of his hoodie and tug him into you, on instinct his hand hits the back of the wall and he looks shocked, he pulls himself away. 
“Pull me back in, closer this time.” He spoke from the corner of his mouth, you follow instruction. His hips brush against yours, he tries to move away but you improv and hold him to you. “Now start rambling off about your creep ex boyfriend and you want me to kiss you.” 
If he wants damsel in distress you’ll give it to him. 
The back of your hand comes up to rest against your forehead as you swoon, “oh, mr handsome hero man, please help me, my ex boyfriend, you see, he’s been watching me and i’m all alone and scared and I need a big strong man to bravely kiss me so he’ll leave me alone, are you up to the task my knight in shining armor?” 
Peter nods along with your words, “that’s exactly how it happened.” 
“And being the man up to the task, I spun her like this,” he pulled at your hip so your right side was pushed against the wall, “so he could get a view, and I kissed her like this,” his hand came up to cup your jaw, but there was no softness. His thumb didn’t brush over your cheek like it normally did, he didn’t brush your hair back or look in your eyes and smile softly, like every moment before kissing you was just a lead up until he could. He just grabbed your face and pulled you in a little, mostly he was leaning to meet you, and placed his mouth against yours. 
No flow or movement, just a holding kiss against your top lip. At the last second he pulled and gave you a little movement, nothing more than a few seconds. At max, a ten second kiss. And it lacked everything Peter normally gave you, it was disappointing to say the least. Frustrating and pathetic at most. 
Peter could read on your face you absolutely hated that, he understands, it was a shit kiss. But it also wasn’t you he was kissing, so he gave nothing, and he’s showing you exactly how it happened. 
“I pulled away first, by the way. And-” 
“Peter, I’m gonna need you to kiss me for real, I need to wash that down with something good.” 
He hummed, “sure thing, honey.” It was a real kiss, a Peter kiss, the one where he pulls you in delicately, he looks over your face and smiles, his thumb wiped under your eye catching a fallen eyelash. He captures your bottom lip, and breathes into you, you follow his mouth with each movement. He won’t pull away first, he’s already on thin ice, he thinks that for the next week absolutely anything you want will be granted. 
When you broke off and his eyes opened you couldn’t help the blush that took over. There’s that love, you say to yourself. You need to hear the rest of the story. 
“You may now continue the tale my noble knight,” you bow to him. 
“It worked, when we turned around he was gone. She thanked me and then told me she hoped my girlfriend wouldn’t mind me helping her out.” 
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest, a hip cocked out. “Girlfriend?” 
Peter laughed, he held a hand over his chest. “I swear to god, she said the only way I would kiss her like that was because I had a girl, she said she could tell and that's why she could trust me. She said something about girl code and helping sisters out but I wasn’t a sister, so that part confused me.” 
At last you reached out to hug him, “your girlfriend isn’t mad and she’s glad you helped a sister in need. She also will put your things back where they were.” 
Peter’s arms wrap around you just as tight, “did you just become my girlfriend?” 
You nod against his chest, your cheek squished against his chest, “yeah,” you dragged out. 
Peter squeezed you, like he’s won a golden ticket he mumbles against the crown of your head, “sweet.” 
You shove him back in panic, an alarm bell in your head. 
“Oh shit! My sheets!” 
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Dream Come True
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Pairing- Bob Floyd/reader
Warnings-maybe language? It’s just straight fluff with maybe a twinge of angst.
Summary- reader can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore, Bob is an absolute dreamboat.
The Hard Deck is completely packed, everyone is off for the holiday weekend and it couldn’t be more overwhelming. You and Bob have hunkered down in a corner booth near the pool tables, nursing your beers while you watch the rest of the squad attempt to take on Hangman and Coyote at what is sure to be another devastating loss.
Bob comes back from the bar with more peanuts as you notice a few girls at the bar looking at him like he could be their next meal, and in true Bob fashion, he is absolutely clueless at just how hot he actually is. Just as charming as Rooster, and definitely just as handsome as Hangman; but the shy soft spoken man in front of you seems completely unaware of the looks he gets every time he steps into Penny’s bar. It’d almost be funny if you weren’t also one of the girls vying for his attention and getting absolutely nowhere.
“Goodness it sure is busy tonight, those girls couldn’t have gotten closer to me if they tried” he said, and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh at how oblivious he was.
He quirks an eyebrow in your direction as you settle down with a deep sigh.
“You really don’t know the effect you have on people do you?” You say, mostly to yourself shaking your head with a smile, staring at your beer instead of at the bewildered WSO sitting next to you.
“Wha- Who? Me?!” Bob is beet red now, looking absolutely anywhere but at your face.
“Yes you! They were practically throwing themselves at you goofball!” Facepalming and erupting in giggles at the shock on his face.
He’s laughing with you in earnest now, but you can tell he still doesn’t quite believe you.
“Well that’s awful sweet of them darlin’ but I’ve got everything I need right here” reaching across the table and patting your hand, lingering a little longer than normal for two people who are supposedly just friends.
It’s always been like this, ever since the two of you met in the academy almost a decade ago. Sure you’ve both dated other people, but it never goes anywhere. Everyone always jokes that you’ll be married with a brood of kids one day and it gets passed off with an awkward laugh and quick subject change.
One of you is going to have to have the courage to breach whatever this is; a crush, sexual tension, love? Oh God shut up brain don’t get ahead of yourself…you’re smarter than this, if he had wanted you he would have said something by now. You could come out of your skin just thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, be his girlfriend, one day be his wife…
He’s looking at you now, eyebrows furrowed and looking a little worried that maybe the heat has gotten to you after all because you’ve all but spaced out trying to fight the war you’re having internally.
“Sweets if you think any harder your head is gonna explode, what’s going on up there?”
You open your mouth to tell him everything is fine but that is definitely (unfortunately) not what comes flying out.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since we got back to Top Gun, hell probably longer than that and I doubt you feel the same and oh God this is so awkward you know what just forget I ever said anything.” You blurted it out, literal word vomit. Good job genius now he probably thinks you’re nuts.
You can’t stay and look, it’s too hot in your little corner booth and you can feel the walls closing in so you jump up and whisper a half ass apology as you push out through the crowd and mercifully make it through the door.
Gasping in the sea air and trying to regulate your breathing are proving to be difficult now, because omg what the hell were you thinking? You told your colleague (yes he was more like your best friend but nevertheless) Bob Freaking Floyd, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen that you are in love with him and then ran out of the bar like Cinderella at midnight.
While your brain is spinning out of control, you barely notice the door opening behind you, and you certainly didn’t expect to startle as the person that came through the door links his fingers with yours.
It’s him, because of course it is. You knew better than to think you could just drop a bomb like that thinking he would let it go. Taking a deep breath you spin around to his kind face and stupidly perfect blue eyes.
“You done spiraling so we can actually talk about what the hell just happened?” He says, rubbing the back of his neck and for the first time in years you can’t get a read on him. Normally you can clock how he’s feeling from a mile away but this…this is something different.
“Is there any way I can get you to forget it?”
“Not a chance”
“I- fine.”
You open and close your mouth and try to get the words out but there’s only one thing your brain is screaming at you.
3 words, 8 letters. You say it to him in your head every day, when he’s sharing his snacks with you during Mav’s long lectures, when you are watching whatever sci fi show he’s currently obsessing over and his rambling commentary has you laughing at his nerdiness, when he sees a dog in public and immediately has to burst out for you to look at the puppy and you completely swoon over him because he may be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
Just say it. Life is too damn short. Especially in your line of work.
“I love you Robby. If it screws everything up between us and we can’t move on from this I get it, but I can’t keep it in anymore I-I’m sorry.” You’re staring at your feet now, starting to wish you could just teleport to another place or jump in whatever Time Machine exists in his shows to go back to before this ever happened.
But Bob? Robert Floyd, man of your dreams? He’s not phased or shaken, not one bit. He leans in, pulls your face in with both his hands and kisses you like it’s something the two of you have always done, like it should be completely obvious to you that he’s always felt this way, he was just waiting for you to solve the puzzle yourself.
Pulling away far sooner than you’d like, he has the audacity to chuckle when you try to chase his lips.
“Silly girl, it’s always been you don’t you know that? I was just waitin’ on you to decide what you wanted, now mind you I didn’t think it’d take you this long, but I’d wait forever if it meant we ended up here.”
You let out a watery laugh as more tears stream down your face, Bob quick to swipe them away with his thumb.
“Come on sweets, let me take you home and we can spend all weekend talking about what our forever should look like, because now that I’ve got you I’m not letting you go.”
And you do just that, because he really is everything you ever dreamed.
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I’m in dire need of angst. How do you think he would react to someone who didn’t have a close relationship with their parents? I’m just imagining an awkward Christmas dinner, their family totally sucking up to Homelander. But also not-so-subtlety making passive agressive/snarky comments towards the reader.
It was definitely his idea to go to Christmas dinner in the first place. You've been dreading it. He insisted, though. You don't want to deny him this when he doesn't even have a family, and he's clearly so excited by the prospect of it.
And to be fair, it started off well enough. Your family was so excited to meet Homelander. They couldn't believe this was really happening!
It didn't last long, though. Your dad just had to make an offhanded remark about how you sure were "dating up."
That was the beginning of the end.
Through the night, Homelander grows gradually less boisterous. He's talking less, listening more. You're uncomfortable, dejected, but ultimately you knew it would end up this way. You just wish he would have listened to you.
By the time dinner rolls around, the tension in the air is palpable. Homelander has stopped preening under the praises of your family. You want nothing more than to eat and leave.
The final straw is when your mother sneaks in a snipe about how you "Really could have dressed up for the occasion."
"Well, Sheryl," Homelander begins, his tone immediately catching the attention of the entire table. "You could have tasted the mashed potatoes before you salted them into an inedible sodium fuckfest, but hey, I guess that's beyond your scope of competence."
The silence is deafening.
He isn't done. "God, y'know. You people. You had one job. All you had to do was be good. Nice. Shovel some food into your face and not be total fucking pricks at every available moment, but y'couldn't even manage that. Y'had to air out eeevery single little nitpick and grievance that sprang into your circus peanut brains."
You're stunned, jaw hanging. Your mother's expression mirrors yours. With a noise of indignation, your father begins to stand.
"Sit the fuck down, Henry," Homelander snaps with a flare of crimson to his gaze that puts a shiver down your spine. It works. Your father sits, and the light fades away. "Now that's the smartest thing you've done all night. Didn't think you had it in you."
Homelander pushes his mostly full plate away and sighs, picking up the napkin from his lap to fold. "I was the one who asked to come here, y'know. Practically begged. Thought Christmas might just be a grand ol' time. Do you know how often I'm wrong? I'll give you a hint: it's not often. But you..." He wags his finger between them, smiling more maliciously than you've ever seen him. "You folks really got me tonight."
He stands up. Your heart is pounding in pure anxious adrenaline. For a moment you have a terrible vision of him leaving you here, furious with them and you that this wasn't the experience he had been hoping for.
His hand in your face snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up sharply, and see him looking down at you, that wicked expression suddenly much softer. Kind, even with that anger still simmering under the surface. You close your mouth and take his hand, swallowing.
"Lucky for me I already got my Christmas wish, hmm?" He says, offering you a little wink. "You are... perfect," he says, leaning in to press a tender little kiss to your forehead, emphasizing it with a pointed mmmwuah. "No idea how you escaped all that unscathed," he says, nodding his head in your parents' direction. "So, how about you and I blow this popsicle stand and go find a whooole lotta mistletoe to stand under?"
You exhale a breathless little laugh, tears prickling hotly at your eyes, overwhelmed by how thoroughly he came to your defense. "I'd really, really like that."
Glancing over, Homelander offers your parents one last tight, venomous little smile. "Merry Christmas, you miserable fucks."
Which is exactly how he signs every single Christmas card he maliciously sends your parents each year from that day forward.
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harrysfolklore · 1 year
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Bubba's first day of school!!
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"Are we sure he needs to go?" Harry's whiny voice echoed through your ears, you were currently in the kitchen packing your baby boy's lunch, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with crackers and star shaped kiwis and strawberries, just how he liked it.
"We talked about this, H, he's four now he needs to go to school," you told your whiny husband, turning around to look at him and noticing the prominent pout on his face "Oh come on, stop being dramatic, It's just going to be a few hours and he'll be back home." you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him, he gave you the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen and you internally chuckled thinking about how he was being more dramatic than his four year old.
"But what if he feels lonely? What if- what if it's hard for him to talk to the other kids and he feels sad? Besides, you've been doing a great job educating him, you know, he's way smarter than other four year olds, he doesn't need school, baby, we can homeschool him together, yeah we could do that and- " you listened to his rambling with a small smile on your face, before he continued on, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and pecked his lips firmly.
"First of all, breathe," you told him when you pulled away, you watched him do as you said and let out a small 'done' right after "Second of all, this is your son we're talking about, honey, he's going to befriend every single kid as soon as he walks into the classroom, he has your extroverted demeanor and bubbly personality, he'll be fine," he grabbed one of your wrists and kissed your palm that was still holding his face, you could tell that he was still anxious about the entire thing, "And as tempting as having him at home all day sounds, he needs to go out there and interact with other kids, and learn from actual teachers and not just me and my parenting books." he continued pressing kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before he brought you in for a hug, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and scratched his scalp. He just needed to be baby-ed for a while and he would be fine.
"I know, I know. You're right, I'm just being a dramatic, overprotective dad who wants his boy to stay little forever." you couldn't help but melt at his words, watching Harry become a dad made you fall in love with him all over again, there was something about him teaching your son how to brush his teeth, tie his shoelaces, how to respect others and treat people with kindness, you wouldn't change that for anything.
"You truly are an overprotective dad, I can't even imagine how bad is going to get when we have a little girl." you said with a little smirk, and one made its way to Harry's face at your words, already feeling giddy about what you were implying "Are you suggesting It's time for baby #2?" he pulled you closer and connected your lips together, you let him grab the back of your neck to deepen the kiss but a little voice calling for you made you stop.
"Mummy, daddy, I'm ready for school!" your little boy squealed, his voice laced with excitement and the pitter-patter of his tiny feet dragging him all the way to the kitchen.
"We'll continue this later," he whispered against your lips before pecking them one last time and letting go of your waist to pick his son up from the ground. "There's my baby bubba, because you're still my baby, right? You might go to big boy school but you're still a baby" he obnoxiously pecked your baby's cheek and tickled his belly, making him squeal and laugh "Come on, say bye to mummy before we head out" he passed the little boy to your arms and you couldn't help but get a bit emotional, even though you were giving a lecture to your husband about it just minutes ago.
"Remember to have lots of fun and be kind, okay?" you softly told him, pecking his forehead and smiling at the cheery "Okay!" he let out.
You put him down and watched as he jogged to you husband who was waiting for him by the front door, with his little backpack hanging on his broad shoulder, and with a final wave and a flew kisses blown your way, they were out of the house.
You found yourself getting a bittersweet feeling over your son starting school, you felt emotional and a tad bit sad over you baby not being so baby anymore, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel excited about the tiny human that was growing inside your belly that would be the new baby of the house in a few months. And of course, you couldn't wait to tell your husband.
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BLACK NOIR | EARVING (the boys)
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“Promotion” (Black Noir x Fem!Reader)
| Being Black Noir’s new handler and him becoming obsessed with you since Mr. Edgar himself assigned you to him.
| SFW, vought employee!reader, (TW: Noir is kind of stalking the Reader, who’s uncomfortable but adapting mostly)
| 1k+ words
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“You want me to…what?”
“Be Noir’s new personal handler.” He fans his hands out on the table with a shrug and gives you a disarming smile. “You’ll be expected to parlay direct mission instructions from me, accompany him to said missions and stay with the deployment team. I expect you to give written reports on his performance at the end of every day, active mission or not…”
Your eyes continue to widen as his barrage keeps going. This job would require you to be present for everything short of Noir wiping his ass and even then you’ll be outside the restroom.
Mr. Edgar finishes, gives you an expectant look, and you clear your throat.
“And, what if I don’t want the new position?”
“I don’t see why not.” He shrugs, “I mean unless you don’t think you’re good enough for the promotion. Then I suppose I’ll just have to tell Ashley her recommendation was for naught.”
You laugh.
“No no, that’s fine. There’s no need to tell her anything…” you gulp, watching the man just look back at you before taking a second more to inhale, “…ex-cept that her recommendation payed off.”
He tilts his head and it feels like his eyes are boring through your own, boiling your brain to mush. Your voice is small as you push the rest of your words out in one exhale.
“And that I’ll be starting my new position tomorrow. Sir.”
You stretch a smile across your face and hiss out a sigh of relief as that finally gets the man to respond.
He instantly reanimates, reaching atop his desk to hand you a secure black portfolio made from hard plastic.
“That’s great. I’m glad you decided to take on this new journey, Ms. L/n. May it serve you well. Have a good day.”
You don’t dare drop your smile as you take the offered portfolio and shove it under your arm.
“Right.” You take a moment to mourn the loss of your old job before nodding, “Thank you for the opportunity, Sir. You have a good day as well.”
The older man nods back at you, attention immediately gone back to his computer monitor afterward. You blow out air from your nose and then turn on your heels.
It’s not until you’ve left the board room that it hits you.
“Shit.”
The man had just played you. Goddamn Edgar and his resoluteness. Once he’d decided to “ask” you about the upgrade in position he never intended for it to be an actual request.
You rub your temple and head to the restroom. At least you had the rest of the hours in the day before tackling your new job.
You hunker down in the stall after peeing to look over the papers Mr. Edgar gave you. As you're skimming through a whole lot of shit marked “classified” or “redacted” you have the stray thought to be glad that Translucent’s creep ass wasn’t here to ogle you and be all in your business anymore.
Thank the higher power for small mercies, you suppose.
All the snippets of information you're gathering are kind of baffling. Legal name: Earving (of all things), biological male, six foot two, African-American (that’s fun; may be the reason he took such a liking to you too, not many black people made it to the top floors of Vought after all). You dog-ear a packet about some sort of imaginary animals he sees in his mind before looking over a page about a severe peanut allergy. Hmm.
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By the end of the day you’ve nearly gotten all the way through Noir’s portfolio, and you’ve also worked up an itch to get out of your skin that means you’re not working overtime worth a goddamn.
At six o’clock on the dot all of your crap is already quite thoroughly packed, your former workspace - barren thing that it already was due to regulations - was cleaned out and ready for the next poor soul, and you’re in the elevator heading for the sub-level garage.
Dead stare locked onto the floor numbers you become acutely aware of the bags weighing your eyes down.
“Fuck,” you sigh.
Black Noir's Personal Handler.
Despite Mr. Edgar’s clear efforts it was more than a little known open secret that personal handlers rarely got to retire. Madelyn Stillwell’s death might’ve been something none of you dared discuss for fear of either Edgar or - heaven forbid - Homelander catching wind and putting you back in your place, but it was a pattern of the job that you all were well aware of.
Though you’d take Mr. Edgar’s culling over whatever Homelander could possibly come up with.
Something about his blonde, blue-eyed, ass didn’t sit right with your spirit.
Far as PR and wrangling went though, short of maybe Starlight, any wrinkles Black Noir managed to make would be the easiest to smooth out.
Plus, even with you and Noir having some form of a pre-established relationship it was in no way dependent or built upon you being Noir’s emotional epicenter like Madelyn and Homelander’s weird…dynamic was.
You had seen and heard far too much in your years working for Vought to think for a second that there wasn’t something dark and twisted going on with The Seven, but Noir still seemed mellow in comparison to the rest and their constant ego trips and dick measuring.
You had zero clue how letting the fully covered man teach you a few notes to a song at the Christmas party when everyone was drunk off eggnog and watered down booze and sitting with him when he was crying on the floor once led you to this.
Sure the silent man and you had somewhat hit it off - so far as you were one of the few non-supers he didn’t intimidate or just flat out ignore - but to be made so intimately in charge of him seemed like a bit much.
Noir had seemed endlessly patient with you as he played for you and then eventually decided he’d teach you how to play the piano yourself, the sides of your bodies’ shifting incrementally until you were pressed flush to one another in both of yous concentration, so you could really only hope he kept that same levelness with you as his handler.
You bank the corner, work bag and portfolio on the same arm, and fish out your keys so you can unlock your trunk and shove your shit inside.
Hope truly was the name of the game here unfortunately. You could only hope Noir kept up his “good” streak, and that that streak wasn’t just a farce that you were now in charge of covering up. Hope that he didn’t end up getting angry or reckless and making you one of those *redacted* cases with a ‘cause of death, unknown’ attached to your name, because you could do nothing to stop him if he wanted to kill you.
Shiver racking up your spine and turning your blood to static, you snap your trunk closed, turning to leave when—
“—Fucking Christ!”
Eyes gone wide and spit having nearly choked you from your sharp inhalation before your exclamation, you do your best to appear composed as Black Noir himself steps out from a conclave of shadows to stand in front of you.
The Devil, you find yourself thinking. Had he been following you this whole time?
For his part Noir doesn’t move aside from cocking his head to the side.
Steadily, you force calmness onto yourself. Ignoring that your voice is too high when you call his name.
“Black Noir,” you say, trying to seep the professionalism back into your tone while smoothing down the creases in your pantsuit, “surprised to see you here. What can I do for you?”
The smile you offer him feels wonky even as you command the muscles up, but it’s the best you can do with your heart hammering against your chest as if it wants to run off and leave you behind.
For a couple more beats the man doesn’t do more than size you up presumably before finally - as you were weighing the pros and cons of just getting in your car despite his presence - raising a hand to point at your trunk.
You catch on to his meaning fairly quickly, your smile dropping to something more natural whilst you huff a tiny laugh.
“Oh yeah, guess Mr. Edgar must’ve told you. I’m your new handler - you know, if you had one before that is. I don’t…actually know…” you trail off, shifting on your heels when Noir only continues to keep his stillness.
“Mhm,” you mutter, rocking backwards, just staring until finally Noir shifts and there’s suddenly a pad and pen in his hand.
He flips casually to a clear page before starting to write and you’re fairly sure this is the first time he’s ever actually ‘talked’ to you.
Huh.
Not long after does the pad get flipped over and brandished to you. You click your teeth together.
‘Edgar says you’ll do good,’ he scribbles, writing absolute chicken scratch and letters far too large on the medium sized pages, before flipping the pad back to himself and writing some more.
‘Believe in you!’ and a whole bunch of smiley faces is what meets you once he lets you see.
You blink. Noir puts the pad back wherever he had it initially to give you two thumbs up.
You muster a slightly bigger half smile for his efforts.
“Thanks Noir,” you say, words more sincere than you’d been expecting.
A nod and an eternity more of silence and staring is what he gives you in response.
You’re getting ready to shift, to awkwardly relay that you’d like to be getting home soon, when Noir stiffens suddenly - and isn’t that startling, a man so tall and so strapped with sharp explosive deadly things going so alert like that - head tilting like he’s listening for something.
A few seconds go by like that where he doesn’t do anything else and you fight to keep yourself still, smile gone and part of your lip caught firmly between your teeth.
Then Noir’s giving you a nod and leaving just as silently and unseenly as he had come.
You wait another two-three beats before scrambling into your car. The sound of your lock engaging sounds like salvation and the steering wheel feels like a lifeline as you grip it with stiff nearly foreign fingers.
God.
You force a deep breath into your lungs, make sure it comes out more steadily than it came in.
At least Mr. Edgar didn’t dump you onto Homelander’s lap. Something in you shrivels up and dies at the mere prospect. You nod, your hands flexing on the steering wheel.
This was definitely better.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!
This is a semi companion story to “Pandora’s Melody” if you’d like to check that one out as well.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!
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pairing; joshua hong x lee seokmin (dk) x afab reader
genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, angst
warnings; college au, med student!shua, art student!seokmin, art student!reader, poly relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job (briefly), masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, pet names (peanut, baby, darling), hand on the throat, creampie, breast play, some mild mlm (there is more mention of this in the bonus headcanons so if you don't want this skip the very end but it is mild -- but this a poly relationship so), mention of joshua being a sugar daddy, food and drink, pining, mild jealousy, negotiation of a relationship, teasing, the reader is written to be smaller than joshua and seokmin -- hence the nickname of peanut
w/c; 15 k and some change 
requested; no
a/n; this took me a while to write. there were a lot of plot points I wanted to get out and then the plot kept building. I really do hope you enjoy it. this poly relationship really became important to me over the couple weeks of writing it. i really like the pairing of shua and dk.
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“Okay, so what is the similarity between transcription and DNA replication?” 
You tap your pencil against the table, your eyes watching Seokmin as he sighs, leaning his head back. You knew that he knew the answer, he was just struggling to put all the pieces together in his head to come up with the right answer. 
Lee Seokmin was a very smart man, he excelled in the classes that were focused on his major but when it came to those that were required for graduation, that is where he fell short. This is also how the two of you had become so close. You shared the same major, deciding to pursue a degree in Art but you didn’t seem to struggle in the mundane classes like math, biology, or English like Seokmin did. 
“They both require a polymerase.” 
You only smile at the voice but Seokmin looks up with a half smile rolling his eyes at the man who leans down to press a kiss to your cheek from behind. Joshua Hong, the very epitome of perfection. A pre-med student, on the Dean’s list, from a wealthy family, and your boyfriend. 
“I knew that. They both require a poly…uh poly meringue.” 
Joshua laughs against your cheek at Seokmin’s words before standing back to his full height. “Merase, but pretty close. How long have you two been at it?” His large hands work into your shoulders making you instantly relax in your chair. He seemed to know exactly the right words, and how to touch you to make you melt. 
You had met Joshua in an Art History class, he had been taking it for an elective after putting off signing up for one until the last moment. What he had first thought was his misfortune and what could have been an incredibly boring class turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to him. You had smiled at him that first day, the seat to your right had been open and Joshua couldn’t help but introduce himself. 
Now a year later, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else despite being the most sought-after man on campus. Many had been confused by his choice at first, you weren’t his usual type. You weren’t popular by most standards. You dressed in boring clothes, you were quiet, kept to yourself, a bit of a nerd, but Joshua seemed to see past all of that. 
To say that you hadn’t changed after you met him would be a lie. Your wardrobe was much different, you had shifted your personality slightly to be more personable but in the end, you were happy. You had lots of friends, even if not all of them were the type of people you wanted to be around. Most of all you had Joshua and now you had your best friend Seokmin, who reminded you so much of how you used to be. 
Seokmin refused to change. He was what most people called “emo”. He wore dark clothes, kept mostly to himself, headphones on, and his face in his sketchbook, but when he was around you he would open up. He was what you were before you let everything change, and you were proud of him and proud to call him your friend. 
“Mm, three hours I think.” You smile at Seokmin, his eyes moving over your face, finally falling to Joshua’s hands on your shoulders before he looks away to give you a bit of space. “But, Seokmin is going to ace this test. I can feel it.” 
Seokmin scoffs, leaning his head back against the back of the chair. You had so much faith in him and he adored you for it. He adored you for many reasons and most he couldn’t act on. You weren’t his, you never would be. How could he compete with Mr. Perfect? Even if he wanted to hate Joshua, he couldn’t. There was nothing to hate beyond the fact that Joshua had what he wanted. 
“Yeah, we’ll see. I manage to fuck up a lot of things, Peanut.” 
Joshua smirks a bit at the nickname Seokmin calls you. He knew it was innocent, something as simple as you being smaller than Seokmin but Joshua still found it amusing. Not every best friend had a pet name for each other. “I’m sure you will do just fine, Seokmin. You and Y/N have been working very hard.” 
You smile, gesturing back towards Joshua as if to say ‘I told you so’ to Seokmin who just laughs and shrugs. Joshua laughs, shaking his head, his hand moving to slide along the side of your face as he leans down to tilt your head up so he could kiss you gently. 
“I’ll see you later, Darling. Dinner at my place?” 
Humming out an affirming response, you smile on his lips. Joshua grins against them, stepping back to give a nod and wave to Seokmin before leaving you and him alone once again. Seokmin sighs softly watching you with Joshua, the way you react to him. What he wouldn’t give to leave you breathless like that just once. 
“So, poly meringue.” 
Laughing, you shake your head at Seokmin, your pencil slipping off your fingers to fly in his direction causing him to laugh in return. “Polymerase, an enzyme.” You can’t help but feel your chest tighten at the sight of how handsome Seokmin is when he smiles so brightly for you. The way his eyes pull at the corners, his bright teeth on display. He never smiled like that for others. He was so timid, closed off. 
“Right, right. Not a dessert. I’ll remember that one now.” 
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Several hours later you found yourself in Joshua Hong’s apartment. Not many were as lucky as him to have their own, especially not having to share. He had asked you to move in with him several times and each time you had declined telling him that you didn’t want to crowd him. Though in truth you were just afraid of what it would mean if you made that decision. 
You did love being there with him. Not having to worry about all the noise of your shared apartment, though you didn’t mind your roommates, even if they could be a bit much at times. Yet you found yourself spending many nights with your boyfriend only to have him remind you that you didn’t have to leave. 
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Joshua smiles as you sigh happily, your head resting on his lap while the two of you rest on his couch. His fingers lazily move through your hair, his eyes seeming to drink in every inch of you that he could see. 
Smiling, you meet his eyes only to look away feeling a bit shy even after all this time. “Yeah, it was really good. I still don’t believe you made it, that seems fake even for you Shua.” He had made some sort of smoked salmon dish with vegetables on the side. Everything about it had been delicious, to the point that you had asked it multiple times which restaurant he had ordered it from. 
“Scout's honor, I cooked it. I called my mom for pointers. I’m really glad you liked it, darling. Did the study session with Seokmin go well? I could tell he was struggling.” 
You loved that there never seemed to be any jealousy from Joshua when it came to Seokmin. Most men would be furious about their girlfriend having a male best friend but Joshua was completely supportive. He pushed you to hang out with him telling you that, ‘friends were important’ and ‘that he wanted you to be happy. Your happiness was the most important thing to him. 
“It went pretty well. I think he’s just too much in his head. Something is on his mind, but he isn’t telling me what it is. I think maybe once this test is over, he’ll feel better. Maybe he needs a good trip or something. I don’t know, I wish I knew better how to help.” 
Joshua listens to you intently, his fingers moving to run along your cheek down to your jaw. You were such a good person in his eyes. That was one of the many things he loved about you and what had made him choose you over anyone else. Your compassion for others above yourself, and when it came to Seokmin that was even more evident. Raising a brow, Joshua considers your words, a small smile crossing his lips while his thumb gently slides over your chin. 
“Mmm, we could do that. If you want, and if you think Seokmin would like it. I could plan it.” 
You knew that Joshua meant well, and you weren’t really against the idea but you weren’t sure how Seokmin would react. Letting out a small laugh you shake your head, your nose wrinkling a bit. “I dunno, we could ask him but he might feel a bit weird going with us. Don’t you think he’d feel like the third wheel?” 
Joshua’s hand slides along your jaw, his fingers caressing your neck causing you to swallow hard to the feeling of your stomach tightening. You couldn’t help the way his touch could instantly make your thighs instinctively push together without much effort at all. Seemingly to not even notice the effect he has on you, Joshua purses his lips and tilts his head in thought. 
“No, I don’t think so. Not if we don’t treat him like one. You pay so much attention to him, but yet I don’t think you truly see him, darling.” 
Furrowing your brows at Joshua’s words, you lick your lips to the feeling of his palm sliding along your neck and finally to your chest where his fingers play with the buttons of your shirt. “I don’t know what you mean, Shua. I see him…just fine, and I didn’t mean I would treat him poorly if that’s what, wh—what you are insinuating.” 
Your words become breathless, scattered almost as Joshua’s fingers push your shirt open leaving it to fall to either side of your body. He simply frowns, trailing the back of his fingers between your breasts over the middle of your bra all while shaking his head at your words. 
“I’m not saying that at all. You couldn’t treat anyone poorly, even if you tried. I’m simply saying that you don’t see how much he likes you. I’m not upset about it, darling. I just think that given the chance, Seokmin would very much like the opportunity to do exactly what I’m doing to you right now.” 
With your brows furrowing, you arch your back pushing your breasts towards Joshua’s touch. His large hand slides almost delicately over the lace until his thumb catches the top of your bra pulling it down slowly as his eyes meet yours once again. 
“Shua…please.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying please. Was it for him to touch you or was it about his conversation with Seokmin? Closing your eyes, you bite your lip and shake your head knowing he wouldn’t let it go without a conversation. “He’s just my friend…he doesn’t think of me like that. Could we talk about this later?” 
Joshua smiles, his eyes moving over your pretty face, his thumb circling your nipple feeling it harden under his touch. You can feel his cock hardening just under your head even as he laughs quietly shaking his head. “Mmm yes, I suppose, but I am right. You’ll see that one day soon. Stay the night with me?” 
There was no way you were going to say no. Not as his fingers carefully played with your nipple, but his other hand slid along your stomach toward the top of your jeans. “Okay, just tonight. I have to study…that test is in a couple of days. Oh god, Shua. I need you.” 
“You have me, darling. You could just study here. It’s quiet here, and I can be good. Seokmin could even come here to study with you. I don’t mind…I don’t know why you won’t just move in with me.” 
You sigh heavily, your hand sliding over Joshua’s forearm as his fingers slide past your now unbuttoned jeans to dip into panties. “Shua…not right now. We can talk about it later.” He hated when you told him no, you were the only person to do that. Not even his parents had told him no many times in his life. Then you had come into his life and Joshua didn’t always get his way. 
“Hmm…I’ll prove it to you soon enough. Somehow.” 
A moan leaves your lips that causes Joshua to groan deep in his chest as his middle finger slides between your folds over your clit. You were perfect, everything about you was all he ever needed. Sliding his hand back from your jeans, Joshua is quick to help you sit up pulling you into his lap so his lips can find yours. His pretty, plush lips work over yours gently drawing out another moan from your throat. 
Joshua’s hands slide along your body, discarding your shirt and then your bra to expose more of your skin to him. His lips move from your lips, down your neck to your chest while your hands move to run through his once perfectly sculpted hair. 
“Mmm, please?” The words leave your mouth with a soft moan, making Joshua’s head spin. His fingers press into your hips over your jeans as he looks up at you to meet your needy eyes. Joshua did let you want for much. He loved to give you everything your heart might desire if you’d let him and this was no different. 
You can see the adoration in his gaze as Joshua’s hands move to help you slide from his lap. His fingers lace with yours, the other hand tilting your head back so his lips can meet yours once again when he stands beside you before leading you toward his bedroom. “Anything you want, darling.” 
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Stretching out on Joshua’s bed, you glance at the clock noting it wasn’t too late at night. You had fallen asleep but the sound of his shower had woken you up. Your fingers extended for Joshua but you knew he wasn’t there, you could hear the sound of the water and his humming just a room away. Smiling softly, you sit up, pulling the sheet around your chest and reaching for your phone to look at your texts. You had missed a few from friends but only one that you cared about truly. 
Minnie: ‘Thanks for today. Miss you already, Peanut. I’ll buy coffee in the morning.’ 
You bite at your bottom lip leaning your head back against the headboard deciding to press the call on Seokmin’s name. You missed him too and you had a few minutes before Joshua would join you back in bed. It would be nice to hear his voice before bed. 
Seokmin’s head pushes back into his pillows, his hand wrapped just under the head of his cock. He had put this off for so long, in truth he felt bad about it. Not so much the act, but his reasoning. You were on his mind and he had been looking through pictures, the next thing he knew he was so hard he felt like he was going to explode. 
He couldn’t help but let his mind fantasize about how things could be different if he had met you first. If you were with him in his bed instead of with Joshua. If instead of feeling like your loser best friend, he’d have you in his arms. Your lips on his. His hands move over your body. Exploring every part of you. 
Groaning your name, Seokmin pushes his thumb against his slit thrusting his hips upward. Pre-cum oozes along his fingers as he imagines what it might be like to have you touch him instead. How pretty your hand would look wrapped around his cock. How soft your touch would be and yet how much it would drive him crazy. 
He was right there, right on the edge. His climax teetered when his phone started to ring, your ringtone. You had set it yourself, along with the cutest fucking picture Seokmin had ever seen in his entire life. Gasping as his breath gets caught in his throat, Seokmin looks at his phone and your picture dropping his hand from his cock and feeling his climax being pulled from him. His free hand moves to pick up the phone and puts it on his chest pressing the button to answer it on speaker as he licks his lips. “Uh, hey…Peanut. Something wrong?” 
You could tell Seokmin was out of breath or something. Furrowing your brows you adjust the phone against your ear pulling your legs towards your stomach and shaking your head. “No, just missing you. I saw your text and thought I’d call you since you were still awake. Am I bothering you? Did I interrupt something? I can just talk to you in the morning.” 
Seokmin laughs under his breath, lifting his hand to run it over his face wiping away some sweat. With a soft groan, he tugs his sweats back over his hips and shakes his head a bit at how you seemed to know he was up to something. “No, no…I’m good. I was just playing a game. You aren’t bothering me. It is late though, I thought you’d be asleep by now. Are you at home?” 
He knew the answer, it was far too quiet on the other side of the line for you to be at home. Usually, if you were at your apartment some girl was yelling in the background and you sounded stressed out. Now you sounded calm, it was peaceful, you were with Joshua. 
“No, I’m at Joshua’s. We had dinner, I’m just crashing here tonight. You know how my place is…I’ll get more sleep here anyway.” 
Seokmin just nodded, he knew that was true. He wished he could just offer for you to stay with him but his dorm room wasn’t any better and his RA would lose his mind if you stayed the entire night. “Yeah, no…you’ve made a good choice, Peanut. You need some good sleep. Gotta rest that big brain.” 
You laugh, rolling your eyes at Seokmin’s words. “You are full of it. You know you are going to ace that test right? I’ll make sure of it. Speaking of... afterward would you want to get away for the weekend? I know I could use the break and you’ve been banging your head against tables for a month.” 
He knew there had to be some sort of catch but the idea of getting away with you sounded wonderful. Seokmin sighs, adjusting himself on his bed furrowing his brows. “Just us…or? I don’t mind getting away, it sounds awesome but…” 
Biting at your lip, you close your eyes to his questioning tone. You had known he would feel weird about it but you still felt like you should try. “I mean, with Joshua and I. He’s the one who had the idea. Said we could both use the time to relax, said he would plan it and everything. You know how he is…very goal-oriented.” 
That was one way to put it, Seokmin thought to himself, anal was another. Not that it was a bad thing, Joshua would make one hell of a doctor one day because of how his personality was. “Uh…yeah maybe. I don’t know, Peanut. Won’t that be weird? I’ll be in the way of the romance and all that shit.” 
You laugh a bit awkwardly just as the bed dips beside you, Joshua smiles at you when you meet his eyes. “I don’t think that’s what the trip would be for Min. It’s more for relaxing…not so much romance. Just think about it and let me know tomorrow.” 
“Tell him it’s my treat. He literally doesn’t have to do anything, just show up and enjoy it.” 
Seokmin frowns a bit at Joshua’s voice, leaning his head back against his pillows. “Yeah, I heard him. I’ll think about it, seriously I will. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” 
Nodding, you bite at your lip before letting out a soft sigh. “Okay, get some rest. I love you.” 
Seokmin laughs into a deep breath looking up at his ceiling at your words. “Love you too, Peanut.” Disconnecting the call, Seokmin lays his phone to the side furrowing his brows at what had just happened. He had a lot to consider. 
Joshua lifts his hand to run it over your cheek as you put your phone back on the nightstand with a small sigh. “I think he’ll go, Y/N. Don’t worry so much about it.” He watches your brows furrow a bit, his thumb moving to press against the middle of your brows making you laugh when they relax some. 
“I’m okay, I promise Shua. Just so much on my mind.” 
He could see the wheels turning in your head, so he knew that you were telling the truth. “Mmm, we could talk about it if you want, but maybe we should do it after you’ve had some more sleep.” 
You nod, leaning into his touch. Joshua moves closer to you letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You close your eyes to the feeling of his fingers trailing along your side. “I love you Shua.” 
Joshua grins, a small appreciative sound leaving his lips as he reaches up to turn off the lamp. He pulls you closer to his body, nudging your head with his cheek. “I love you too, darling. Goodnight.” 
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“Show me.” You try to peek over Seokmin’s shoulder but the man is just too tall making it impossible for you to see the grade on his test without his permission. “Lee Seokmin! Show me right now.” 
The corners of his eyes lift slightly as he laughs, the way your voice rose an octave in your annoyance causing him so much amusement. This is why he called you Peanut, you were just so cute and small in his eyes. Reaching out to ruffle your hair, Seokmin then offers you the paper in his hands, making you scoff at him when you rip it away to look at it. 
“It’s not the best, honestly…but–” 
“You passed! Oh my god! I told you! What did I fucking tell you, Minnie?! You are so freaking smart. Don’t you ever say something bad about yourself ever again? I’m keeping this and hanging it on my fridge.” 
Seokmin groaned at your words, you were worse than his mother. He watches you fold the paper, putting it into your bag knowing you would do exactly what you said you would do. Granted it would probably end up on Joshua’s fridge and not the fridge at your shared apartment. 
“You are embarrassing. What did you make? Like a 100?” 
You furrow your brows and shoot Seokmin a look, the two of you begin to walk toward the closest bench to take a seat. “No, I made a 98…so I missed something, but it’s whatever. Besides, this isn’t about me. You passed the test which means we are going away this weekend, right?” 
He had never given you a straight answer regarding the invitation. Nothing more than a simple, “yeah…we will see”. Now Seokmin had no other choice but to say yes or no. He had passed the test and you and Joshua had made it clear it was a treat. 
Lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck, you watch as Seokmin thinks way too hard. It was clear he was going to tell you no and that made your chest tighten. “Please? We haven’t gotten away in such a long time and it won't be nearly as much fun without you. Please, please for me?” 
Seokmin’s eyes move over your face, your cute eyes pleading with him. God, he shouldn’t have looked at you and just said no but now he was fucked. Letting out a slow breath, Seokmin nods, dropping his hand back into his lap. “Okay…I’ll go.” 
Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing over his cheek causing Seokmin’s heart to beat quickly in his chest. You were giggling, excited at his answer but Seokmin was trying desperately not to lose his mind. His hands move to rest on your hips before sliding along to your back to pull you into the hug allowing himself to enjoy it for the moment. 
“Thank you! I swear this will be the best long weekend. Shua has it all planned out, I don’t know what that even means but he says it will be perfect. He’s going to be so happy you said yes. I love you, Seokmin.” 
God, if you only knew. That was all Seokmin could think, his fingers clenching at your hoodie as his nose buried against your hair taking in your scent. You kept bringing up Joshua and he wasn’t really mad, just jealous. He couldn’t blame you for mentioning him but sometimes he just wanted a little time that belonged to him. 
“I love you too, Peanut. I’m sure it’ll be…great.” 
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Seokmin looked around the room wrinkling his nose. He knew you were right down the hall with Joshua, so maybe that’s what made this worse. He had thought Joshua would pick a hotel with his room entirely separate, but instead, the man had rented an entire house. 
Flopping down on the bed, Seokmin groans at the feeling that washes over him. Fuck, the bed was so comfortable. The windows were open letting a warm sea breeze blow over him making his hoodie almost uncomfortable. He hadn’t had many chances to get away like this, especially to places like this, so he hadn’t really planned the best wardrobe for it. 
A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts, Seokmin’s eyes lifting to the sound of your soft voice. “Can I come in? I have some stuff for you.” Hauling himself up, Seokmin groans with a nod, his hand moving to rub the back of his damp neck. 
“Yeah, come in.” 
Where he didn’t seem to fit in with the location, you quickly adapted. Seokmin’s eyes move over your exposed legs up to the end of your tight shorts where he pulls his eyes away with a soft breath. You seem not to notice, instead, you look concerned about him, moving towards his bed and laying down a bag and a stack of towels. 
“Okay, so here are some towels, and don’t be mad but I know how you dress and you seriously can not wear your hoodie the entire time. You are going to roast to death, Seokmin. I got you some t-shirts and shorts. I think you’ll like them though…they aren’t like Joshua’s style, so don’t freak out on me.” 
Seokmin just laughs, he wasn’t surprised but he doesn’t speak just yet. Instead, he just watches as you take out a few shirts and shorts, most of them darker in color and plain. He watches as you move to his duffle bag to take out his favorite blue flannel showing it to him. 
“So see, what I was thinking…you could wear this over this and like your sneakers even, but I did get you some sandals because we have to go to the beach.” 
You were so fucking cute and thoughtful. Seokmin’s eyes moved over your face and hands as you spoke and moved around his room to put away the clothes. You had gone out of your way to make sure Seokmin didn’t feel like a third wheel so far. He could appreciate it but he knew in the end there wasn’t going to be much you could do to change how Joshua looked at you or how he touched you. 
“Speaking of the beach, I was thinking we could go out there tonight.” Both your and Seokmin’s attention is drawn toward the door where Joshua leans against the frame with a smile on his lips. “Or we could just enjoy the pool and hot tub here, have some dinner, and relax. It was a long trip. Whatever you two are up for. This is a trip for you.” 
Seokmin looks down letting out a breath as the breeze moves through his hair, a small humorless laugh falling from his lips. He knew he would have to eventually spend some time with you and Joshua but maybe he could wiggle his way out of it. “Uh, I might just chill in here tonight. I’m pretty tired…I can order something and have it delivered and you two can have a nice night out toget–” 
“No, we will just all stay here. Go to the pool and get food, if you are tired Seokmin. We can watch a movie, your choice.” Moving around his bed, you grab Seokmin’s hand tugging at it to pull his attention towards you. Once his eyes are on yours, you smile at him tilting your head and trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Like, Shua said, it’s our trip right? It’s because we passed Biology, Min.” 
Joshua watches curiously as Seokmin seems to crumble under your attention. The way the man’s thumb rubs a circle on the back of your hand until he finally sighs and nods making you smile brightly. You were so good at getting your way with him and Seokmin. Joshua had seen that same look so many times but it never took this much convincing for him to say yes to you. 
“Yay! Okay, so just get changed because you are sweating and we will all go to the pool and then get food. I’m so excited.” 
When you lean to kiss Seokmin’s cheek he stops breathing knowing that Joshua is watching. His eyes find the man who only smirks a bit, his arms crossed as he still leans against the door frame. He didn’t seem mad at him, jealous, not a single negative emotion. Seokmin wasn’t sure what to think. He didn’t know if he wanted him to be mad but instead, he watched you move back to Joshua who extended a hand out for you to link his fingers with yours before you both left the room leaving him alone. 
“What the fuck? Why am I here? Seokmin, you are an idiot…” The words were muttered under a breath, his hand running over his face as Seokmin moved to his feet to move towards the window letting the breeze hit him a bit more, cooling him down. 
Inside your shared room with Joshua, you drop his hand in place of opening one of the drawers you had claimed as your own to pull out one of your bikinis. Joshua closes the door behind him letting his eyes trail over your backside, the same smirk that had been on his face when he had seen you kiss Seokmin’s cheek still lingering on his lips. 
“You seem happy, darling.” 
You start to speak when you feel Joshua’s fingers pulling your shirt from your shorts causing you to laugh when you realize how close he is. Lifting your arms you let him help you undress, leaning your back against his still-clothed chest so his hands can slide across your stomach to your shorts to undo them. 
“I am, this was a really good idea. It’s already so relaxing being here. It’s like a weight was pulled off of me the moment we left campus, if that makes sense?” 
Joshua hums out a response with a nod, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. You sway your hips from side to side while his thumbs push at your shorts working them down your legs letting gravity take care of the rest. 
“It does, and I’m glad you are happy. That’s all I want, you know that though. Do you think Seokmin is happy?” 
Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you can’t help but feel your body warm up a few degrees when Joshua’s thumbs twist into the top elastic of your panties before he begins to work them down your hips to your legs. His eyes never leave yours even as he nudges your neck with his nose and lips causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. 
“Mmm, I hope he is. I think he is. He’s…just not used to this I think. As I told you before, I don’t want him to feel like the third wheel, Shua.” 
Joshua nods, pressing a kiss to your neck once your panties fall to join your shorts at your feet. His hands move back up your spine to undo your bra as he speaks, “I don’t think he will. I’m trying to make sure he won’t at least. I know you are maybe trying too hard. Don’t stress over it. He knows how much you love him.” 
Your brows furrow at Joshua’s words and the feeling of the back of his fingers sliding along your shoulders to push your bra straps from your arms letting the last garment fall from your body. Meeting his eyes once more in the mirror you tilt your head as he smiles at you stepping away to let you get dressed in your bikini though you were more aroused than you’d like to admit. 
“I…yeah I do love him. Does that bother you?” 
Sitting on the end of the bed, Joshua crosses his arms pulling his shirt up and over his head he watches you get dressed. At your question he can’t help but laugh a bit, his hips lifting to push down his shorts kicking them off. 
“Not at all, I knew that you loved him from the moment you met him, darling. There is a connection there that is unbreakable and I’d never try to hurt it. I’ve told you that many times. If anything I’d only want to strengthen it. Why else would I suggest this trip?” 
Looking back into the mirror you adjust the straps of your bikini watching Joshua undressing in the mirror as he speaks. You find yourself letting your eyes travel over his sculpted body. No matter how many times you slept with him or simply saw him naked you were never prepared for how breathtaking he was. 
“I don’t know. I just worry sometimes, Shua. Not all men are like that. He and I are perhaps too close sometimes. I don’t know and you’ve said things that have made me wonder about things.” You laugh at your ramblings and how your thoughts seem to just flow out of your mouth like nonsense. “Just ignore me. I’m just nervous about having you both here, I guess.” 
There was no way that Joshua was going to ignore you or anything you had to say. That wasn’t who he was or who he would ever be, especially when it came to you. Nothing you had ever said meant “nothing”. Reaching you to accept a pair of swim trunks you offer him, Joshua whispers a thank you before slipping them on and standing up to pull them to his hips. He can’t help but notice how your eyes shyly drop from him despite who he is to you. 
“We will figure it all out, we always do, don't we?” Joshua’s hand slides across your jaw to rest under your chin lifting your gaze toward him. His thumb gently caresses your bottom lip causing your mouth to fall open so deliciously that Joshua is the one who has to take a breath this time reminding himself there is a time and a place. 
“Yeah, we do. I love you.” 
Your words cause Joshua’s heart to beat a bit harder, his lips pulling up in a soft smile as he takes a step closer to kiss you. Speaking on your lips, his hands hold you close to him, fingers dangerously low on your hips. “I love you too, and to keep my word about not making Seokmin feel like a third wheel, I’ll restrain myself and take you out to the pool instead of taking you to that bed.” 
Laughing against his lips, you shake your head. You could understand the sentiment, your body felt like it was on fire under his touch. There was something in the air, a tension that didn’t seem to just be in this room but instead was inside the entire house. 
“Mm, you have to be a good boy.” 
Joshua groans a bit when you pull away from him after saying those words, your fingers slipping from his. His eyes follow your hips as you walk from the room leaving the door open for him.
“Seokmin, come on! The pool is waiting and the sun is starting to go down. It’s a perfect time.” 
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Sitting by the side of the pool, Seokmin watched as you laughed splashing Joshua. You seemed so happy, so carefree. You both did, he wasn’t sure how to do that. Especially in his current situation. Letting his feet move through the water slowly, Seokmin smiles a bit when you move closer to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You had been trying to get him into the water for over an hour. He was still in a t-shirt over his swim trunks but you had at least gotten him to get his feet wet. 
“Peanut, what are you up to?” 
You just laugh softly, going under the water enough that it covers your lips making Seokmin smile even brighter at you. Joshua watches from a distance curiously, he had been trying to give Seokmin space but he had been watching him occasionally. He had noted how the man’s eyes had lingered on your body, but he couldn’t blame him. How could anyone not look at you? You were a feast for the eyes on a good day but today, in your bikini…you were a goddess. 
Tilting your head, you meet Seokmin’s eyes curiously as he matches your head tilting before a loud gasp leaves his lips when you move out of the water pushing your hands towards him to splash him with water soaking his front. Squealing, you swim away to a laughing but shocked Joshua who shakes his head. 
“If you have come to me for protection after an act like that, darling…I’m not sure I can provide it. I would probably have to even turn you over my knee. That was dirty.” 
Your cheeks burn at Joshua’s words, especially those said in front of Seokmin. You mutter for him to hush, your hands running around his arm as you laugh trying to hide behind the large man from your best friend who wipes his hand over his face, pushing water from his eyes. 
“You’re damn right that was dirty. Peanut…” Your nickname falls from Seokmin’s lips almost sweetly, his eyes lifting to find you looking around Joshua’s arm all while giggling. You had pushed him just enough and struck a nerve. 
Nodding, Seokmin crosses his arms in front of him peeling the wet shirt from his body causing you to suck in an audible breath and look down. You had seen him shirtless before but it was very rare and only for a few seconds, and he had never looked like this before. Had he been going to the gym? 
Joshua smirks at your reaction to Seokmin, he could hear your breath, and feel the way your hand tightened on his arm. Glancing back at you, he couldn’t help but laugh under his breath finding you looking away from the other man. 
“As I said, I’m not going to be able to protect you. You fought dirty, Y/N. Clearly…” Joshua tilts your head up, turning it towards Seokmin who lowers himself into the pool, his eyes on yours, “there are consequences to your actions, darling.” 
Consequences. That was one word for it. You couldn’t help but internally panic at the sight in front of you and how Joshua was acting. When his hand drops from your face and he moves from in front of you a whine falls from your lips making Seokmin laugh.
“What? Are you afraid I’m going to hurt you? I’d never hurt you…but payback is a bitch.” 
You brace yourself, closing your eyes, for the impact of water when Seokmin gets closer but it never comes, instead, you feel his warm body next to yours. Opening one eye, you peek up at Seokmin to find him smirking at you, his cup hands held above your head. 
“Hi, Peanut.” 
Words start to form on your lips, but instead of speaking them, you whine and Seokmin tilts his hands, letting the water splash onto your head and face. His larger hands held more than you ever dream of holding so you find yourself spitting out water towards his shoulder causing him to laugh. 
“Gross, I didn’t ask for you to spit on me. Haven’t you heard of consent?” 
Your cheeks burn from Seokmin’s words and hearing Joshua’s chuckle just a few feet from you. Reaching out with one hand you smack at his chest while using the other to push water from your eyes. Quickly you realize the mistake you’ve made when your hand Seokmin’s firm chest, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to hold you where you are while you seem to come to terms with what you’ve done. 
“Who are you, and what have you done with my Seokmin?” You blink the rest of the water from your eyes finally meeting the man’s eyes, feeling his thumb press against the inside of your wrist caressing it almost thoughtfully. 
Joshua raises a brow at the sight, the sound of him moving in the water seeming to bring you and Seokmin back to reality, the man taking a step back from you letting your hand go. You clear your throat, sliding your hands over your hair to push it from your face as best you can before smiling at Joshua, nodding your head as if to tell him everything was fine. 
He already knew everything was fine. He could see what was in front of him, and what he saw were two people struggling with their feelings for one another. The tension was so thick he could cut it with a knife. Smirking a bit, Joshua moves close enough to run his fingers along the top of your ass nodding back at you before finally speaking. 
“I think I’m ready for dinner. Is anyone else famished?” 
The word falls off his lips almost seductively and is laced with double entendre. Seokmin licks his lips dipping down in the pool suddenly feeling like he is overheating as if the water around him could boil at any moment. 
“I–yeah I mean I could eat. I haven’t eaten much today.”  
Joshua meets the man’s eyes and smiles moving you a step closer causing Seokmin to dip down in the pool even more. “Well, we will just have to make sure you are well-fed, Seokmin. No one staying with me ever goes hungry. Isn’t that right, darling?” 
You weren’t sure what he was up to but he wasn’t lying. Joshua was always huge about making sure that you had eaten well and that you were well taken care of so you nod quickly, agreeing unaware of how you were making the situation that much more unbearable for Seokmin.
Seokmin raises a brow at Joshua when he notices the man smirking at him. That was the first sign of a possible negative emotion towards him that he had ever noticed. Perhaps he was reading it wrong but it almost felt like a challenge and for some reason, Seokmin didn’t want to back down from it. It felt like Joshua was begging him to push back. 
“Then…in that case, let’s eat.” 
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You picked at your food while the two men seemed to share in a silent conversation that you apparently weren’t privy to. Between raised brows, smirks, and scoffs here and there the tension had risen dramatically in the past hour. All you had wanted to do was enjoy your take-out, but it appeared that your two dinner companions had different plans. 
“How is the chicken, darling?” 
Joshua’s words draw you back to the present, your eyes finding him while his fingers play with the back of your tank top that you had chosen to get redressed in. Seokmin can’t help but tilt his head, his eyes following along with those fingers when you arch your back as they dip down towards your hip. 
“It’s good.” You sigh and mutter, “You’d know if you’d eat…” under your breath causing Joshua to chuckle softly, his fingers lifting at your tank top to allow his fingers access to your skin just underneath. Your eyes widen at his action, your thoughts instantly going to Seokmin just a couple of feet from you. “Shua…we are at the table and we both said–” 
“Said that we’d keep Seokmin from feeling like the third wheel.” 
Heat creeps over your cheeks, a bit of shame flowing through you at hearing it said out loud in front of Seokmin. You glance over at him but instead of seeing him giving you a surprised or angry look, he just stares at you curiously before picking up a piece of chicken and eating it. 
“That is what we said, Y/N. Darling…do you think I’m a fool?” 
Joshua’s words cause you to glance back at him in shock, you had no idea why he would ever ask you something like that. Shaking your head no, you find it almost impossible to speak trying to form words, confusion was written on your face. Joshua smiles at you, a small pout of sympathy at causing you distress falling from his lips as he reaches up to push your still slightly damp hair back from your face. 
“It’s okay. I know…I’m not mad. In fact, I’m just…fuck, I can’t get earlier off my mind.” 
You shake your head, still confused about what Joshua could be talking about. Was this about him or was this about Seokmin? Glancing over at your best friend you find him watching you and Joshua curiously, your heart tightening. Fear was washing over you because you couldn’t help but begin to worry about how this trip was going to mess up your friendship. 
Joshua, seeming to sense your fear and seeing something in your eyes, coos at you again, moving in closer to press a kiss to your jaw leading the kisses to your lips, until finally speaking against them. “I keep thinking about when I undressed you before the pool, about how hard it was not to throw you on the bed and fuck you. You were so wet, darling. You may have thought I didn’t know but…I always know.” 
Seokmin glances down at his hands, his shorts feeling slightly tighter. He wasn’t sure where Joshua was going with this. Was the man teasing him with what he couldn’t have, was this a big fuck you because he had realized how he felt about you? Or was this going somewhere else? 
You whine, your eyes glancing towards Seokmin noticing that he had looked away. You shake your head at Joshua and mutter for him to hush and save it for later, even though you can’t help but enjoy it. You hate how much you enjoy that Seokmin is there to hear what Joshua wanted to do to you. 
Closing your eyes, you feel Joshua smile against the corner of your lips before he pulls away. His fingers trail up your side, exposing more of your skin to the air as he speaks. “You are never this shy. Baby, we should just ask Seokmin to join us in bed. I’ve wanted to for so long...and you can’t lie to me or him and say it isn’t something you want.” 
Hearing that made you scoff. You tilt your head back to meet Joshua’s eyes knowing he had gone too far now. “He doesn’t like me like that, Shua. I know we’ve talked about this enough for you to remember that much. We’ve discussed that…he wouldn’t want—” 
“You could ask me yourself, Y/N. You don’t know what I want unless you ask. Don’t answer for me…until you ask.” 
Seokmin rarely said your name and you hadn’t expected him to speak up so firmly so when he did you swallow hard, turning from Joshua to look at him almost shocked. His eyes are locked on you, his jaw relaxed but an obvious bit of nerves still sits upon him as he watches you and Joshua. 
“Seokmin…” 
“Ask me what I want, don’t assume.” 
Seokmin watches you shift in your seat slightly, Joshua’s hand sliding along your spine up your back while he waits for you to do as you were told. You lick your lips at the feeling of his hand pushing your shirt further up your torso, Seokmin’s eyes dropping to the exposed skin before he once again meets your eyes waiting. 
“I–I’m too afraid to ask. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Min. No matter how much I may want it, I’d rather forget anything that happened or is happening if it meant I could have you in my life after this trip.” 
That he could understand. You were so important to him. Seokmin shakes his head, his brow furrowing. His eyes meet Joshua’s for a moment who seems to be lost in thought himself. Joshua frowns a bit at your words, he hadn’t meant to cause you any stress with this. If anything he had hoped this would help to relieve any stress there already was. 
“You will always have me in your life, Peanut. I mean, fuck… I–have been waiting for this for fucking ever, and I feel like I should apologize to you and Joshua for that but –” 
Seokmin doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence when you surprise him and Joshua by moving from your chair to step between Seokmin’s legs. Your hands cupping his cheeks, your lips meet his for the first time taking his and Joshua’s breath away. The moment had taken over you and happened so fast that you only realized that you had done what was on your mind when you felt Seokmin’s hand on your hip hearing him speak against your lips. 
“Oh, my god…” 
Pulling back, your cheeks instantly flair hot as if you were standing by an oven. Your hands trembling, you find yourself terrified to look back at Joshua but you force yourself to. Instead of finding a furious man staring at you as you assumed, you find him watching you curiously. A look of arousal in his eyes as he lets his gaze move over your body. 
Moving from his chair, Joshua extends his hand for yours to allow you to lace your fingers with his before he makes any more movements or speaks. His free hand moves to once again push your hair from your face allowing him to judge just how warm your face had gotten, a smile spreading over his features when he looks over your shoulder to Seokmin. 
“You don’t need my permission to follow but I feel like you want it, so you have it. If either of you is doubting that this is something that I am into or if it is something that I want, let me make it very clear to you right now. I want this, so either follow us into the bedroom and get what you want or deal with the regret later.” 
Joshua doesn’t wait for Seokmin’s answer, and he doesn’t let you ponder on his words as he leads you towards the hall pushing open the door to the master bedroom instantly pulling you into his arms. His lips move over yours hungrily, matching the way his hands seem to claw at your clothing. 
Seokmin had only stood in place in the kitchen for a moment when Joshua had pulled you away. He had weighed the pros and cons so quickly his head was spinning but the moment you were out of his sight it was unbearable and his feet had followed. Now he was standing inside the master bedroom feeling out of place and yet like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 
Breaking from your lips for a moment to pull your shirt over your head to leave you in your lace bra, Joshua catches Seokmin’s gaze. A grin spreads over your boyfriend’s lips knowing this was going exactly as it should. With a few strategic steps towards you, Joshua walks you backward until your mostly bare back hits something firm and warm. 
Hands shakily move along your arms drawing your glance up to see Seokmin’s eyes on yours. Joshua’s fingers move back to your hips to carefully undo your shorts, giving you and your best friend a moment to collect yourselves. It only seems to take that long because when you whisper his name, Seokmin lets out a gentle breath, lifting his hand to slide it over your cheek as he leans down to press his lips to yours once again. 
Joshua pulls your hips forward momentarily to shimmy your shorts to the floor with your panties, a groan escaping him when he lifts his eyes to find your lips on Seokmin once again. “Unclasp her bra, Seokmin. She’s so fucking pretty…you need to really see her.” 
You felt suddenly embarrassed realizing how naked you were in comparison to the men in the room but when Seokmin’s knuckles ran along every bump of your spine to finally reach the clasp of your bra you couldn’t seem to care anymore. A smile crosses his lips at a soft moan falling from your lips, Seokmin has to shake his head feeling his cock twitch in his shorts. 
“I’ve dreamt about how pretty you would sound, Peanut.” The name on his lips this time had a different feeling, something more sensual and erotic as it rolled off his tongue. “I had some idea…but it was never close enough. God…you are so beautiful. I want to taste you so badly, my mouth is watering.” 
Never in your life did you think you would hear those words come out of your best friend’s mouth or never did you think you’d feel the gentle scratch of his nails along your skin as he guided your bra straps down your arms. 
Seokmin’s eyes travel along your back, over the curve of your ass as he swallows hard. He hadn’t been lying when he told you his mouth was watering or how often he had dreamt about how you’d sound. He couldn’t wait to discover the truth of all his dreams. 
Your bra joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, Joshua guides you to the bed letting Seokmin watch as you finally face him allowing him to see you more fully. Lifting his hand, he runs it over his mouth to suppress a moan but there was no way he kept it to himself. He could see the way you smiled hearing the sound escape his throat. Seokmin smirks a bit to himself pulling his shirt up and over his head while you watch him. Your eyes traveled shamelessly over his skin now that you knew he was yours, even if only for the night. 
“I think you like me, Peanut…just a little bit?” 
Joshua laughs, his shirt discarded on the floor, his thumbs already pushing his shorts and briefs to the floor as he watches you get embarrassed by Seokmin’s question. It was clear you weren’t going to answer it. 
“She likes you more than just a little bit. She’s being so shy, but Seokmin…I will tell you just how much my darling, Y/N likes you.” 
Watching Joshua move towards you, his cock resting heavily in his palm, you can’t seem to draw your eyes away. You lick your lips at the way his fist moves slowly up and down his shaft even as he gets closer to you until he steps behind you to kneel on the bed pulling you to sit down in front of him. 
Joshua smirks leaning to kiss your neck drawing a low moan from your chest, his fingers sliding around your stomach, between your legs only for his fingers to splay out. “Spread your legs for us?” 
Nodding, you spread your legs as you were asked, your hands resting on the bed as you lean your back against Joshua’s chest. His fingers begin to work in slow tortuous movements spreading your folds allowing Seokmin to see just how wet you already were for them. 
“Once, when I was fucking her, I mentioned you during just to see what her reaction would be. You see, I had a feeling about how she felt about you for a while. The way this pretty little pussy clenched around my cock…I will tell you Seokmin, I came almost instantly. She was so turned on by just your name.” 
Seokmin has to take a deep breath not only at Joshua’s words but also at the sight in front of him. He had only visualized what it might be like to be privileged enough to see you like this and now he was watching as Joshua teased you. He could see that you were practically dripping as Joshua pressed his middle finger into your entrance, a moan slipping from your lips followed by a throaty groan from your boyfriend. 
“You are so wet, darling. Are you that excited? You want to play with your Seokmin?” 
Joshua speaks against your cheek, his eyes watching his finger disappear into your pussy while your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly. You only look away from what he is doing when he mentions Seokmin again causing you to clench around his finger. Joshua smirks, humming against your jaw as he works kisses along your skin before speaking again. 
“I don't even have to hear you say it. Your pussy is telling me everything and more.” Joshua glances up to meet Seokmin’s eyes, the words falling from his lips like honey, “It's time for you to take over, Seokmin." 
He had been transfixed by what was in front of him. So, when Joshua tells him to take over, it almost doesn’t click what he means until you whisper his name. You wanted him so badly, you needed his hands on your body. Seokmin could almost hear that laced in your voice, his feet carrying him towards you in just a few long strides. 
Dropping to his knees in front of you, Seokmin lets out a groan of your name that causes goosebumps to spread along your skin. His hands start at your ankles sliding up your legs until he finally reaches your inner thighs, all while his eyes trail over your face and body. 
“You have to tell me again that you want this, that you want me. I just need to hear it one more time.” 
Joshua’s fingers slip from your core causing you to whine at the sudden feeling of being empty drawing Seokmin’s eyes down to where you wanted him the most. Licking his lips, your best friend shakes his head and waits for you to tell him what he needs to hear. He was unwilling to do anything that the both of you might regret later. 
“Please, Seokmin…please. Touch me…I need you to touch me. You said you wanted to taste me? Do whatever you want to me. I just need you.” 
At your words, Seokmin groans leaning to press a warm kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his lips was almost overwhelming. You let out a soft whimper as he grips your legs pulling you closer to the end of the bed, his gaze moving upward to meet yours then Joshua’s. 
He didn’t linger on the man, though he found himself more than curious of his reaction when his fingers finally did graze between your sopping folds to find your tight entrance. Seokmin bites at his bottom lip to keep himself from coming apart from the feeling and the sounds leaving your mouth. 
“So fucking pretty, Peanut. You are so soft, you like my fingers? Hmm?” 
You could only nod, your head falling back against Joshua’s shoulder when Seokmin slowly pushed two of his fingers into you instantly curling them against your velvet-like walls. His fingers were long whereas Joshua’s were thick. There was such a difference and yet both of them seemed to find your buttons without much direction or movement on your part. 
Joshua’s breath was becoming shallow, his cock throbbing against your back as he watched Seokmin’s fingers fuck into you slowly. He knew the tale tell signs of your arousal and the very fact that you were experiencing so much pleasure brought him to a place mentally he didn’t know he could experience. 
“He’s right, you are so pretty. Are you going to cum, darling? Wouldn’t you rather cum on Seokmin’s tongue? He has such a nice mouth, don’t you agree?” 
Another whimper leaves your lips, your pussy clenching around Seokmin’s fingers causing him to smirk. Joshua had been right, talking about Seokmin did cause your body to react. You were addictive, and Seokmin wasn’t sure how he’d ever give you up. 
“Fuck…I’ll give it to you, baby. I won’t even make you ask.” 
That was the first time he had ever called you baby, and if had thought your body had reacted before now you were panting as you clenched around him almost maddeningly. Seokmin’s mouth moves along your inner thigh torturously slow working his way to your middle until he finally runs his tongue around your clit. 
Your hips lift upwards to chase the feeling only to be pushed back down by Joshua who smiles against your ear sweetly. “Sit still…I have a feeling Seokmin is a generous man but also I think he would take away things if you act up. I’m a pushover when it comes to you, I let you act up far too often in bed.” 
Seokmin hums out a groan against your pussy, his fingers pushing deeper into you at Joshua’s words. He wanted to see that side of you one day because Joshua was right, he would put you in your place if need be. Tonight was not that night though. 
Fingers run through Seokmin’s hair causing him to relax further into what he is doing, his tongue running laps around your clit before he sends a shockwave through your body sucking messily at your folds. He isn’t even sure whose hand it is and he can’t seem to care as his hand on your thigh tightens when he feels you clench down around his fingers once again. 
Joshua grips Seokmin’s hair when you groan, a smirk lifting at his lips as he pulls the man closer between your legs eliciting a deeper sound from both of you. His cock was leaking heavily at the sights and sounds in front of him, but the moment you cum for the first time tonight he has to let out a deep breath to get himself through it without cumming untouched. 
The sound that leaves your mouth is one of pure bliss. Seokmin’s fingers fall from your pussy only to be replaced by his tongue that fucks into your still-clenching entrance begging to be filled. You tasted like nothing he had ever experienced. Better than he could have imagined and something he never wanted to forget. 
Your legs shaking around Seokmin’s head, you whimper out his name, and Joshua’s prompting both men to finally look at you curiously. Seokmin licks his lips clean causing you to shake your head in disbelief at the sight in front of you. A lust deep inside of you that needed to be quenched caused you to feel like you were burning from the inside out. 
“I need you, god…please? Fuck me. Shua, please? Baby? I want you and Min to fuck me.” 
You had asked him for something specific and Joshua never turned down a request if he could make it a reality. A groan slips from your boyfriend’s lips as he nods moving back from you to take your hand pulling you backward on the bed. 
“How do you want to be fucked, darling? Hmm? Where do you want us? How do you want Seokmin?” 
Hearing his name mentioned so many times in the context of fucking you was causing Seokmin’s head to spin and for his cock to throb painfully in his shorts. He had to get them off, he needed relief. You glance over just in time to watch as his thumbs hook into the top of his shorts pushing them over his hips along with his boxers letting them fall to the ground. 
You weren’t sure what you had imagined when it came to your best friend and the size of his cock but you were not disappointed. Instead, you stared for longer than it was necessary fueling Seokmin’s ego and causing Joshua to laugh. Familiar fingers turn your face back towards him as Joshua raises a brow waiting for your answer. 
“Not at the same time. You are both too big, oh my god…but will you fuck me first Shua? I’ve wanted your cock all day long, baby.” 
Joshua had started to speak when your fingers wrap around his shaft, your hand twisting perfectly using his pre-cum to cause the movement to be smooth and fluid. His head falls backward, a grin spreading across his pretty lips before he smiles and nods. 
“Fuck…that feels so good. Yes, yes of course darling. Why don’t you show Seokmin how good of a girl you are and ride my cock then? Hmm?” 
You and Seokmin watch Joshua move from you to lay against the headboard, his hand extending back out to you while his cock leaks desperately for you. Glancing at Seokmin quickly you can’t help but smirk slightly at the look in his eye when you crawl over Joshua’s legs to slowly line yourself up with his thick cock and lower yourself down gradually. 
The stretch is delicious and familiar. Your body reacts perfectly, your walls clenching around his length like a glove causing Joshua to breathe out your name as you finally sit over him completely. 
“Feels so good, Shua. Feels so full.” 
His cock was thick and just the right amount of length but you couldn’t help but let your eyes find Seokmin again. Your best friend biting at his bottom lip, his hand wrapped around a somewhat less girthy shaft but he was longer. You couldn’t help but think how different he was going to feel causing you to clench around Joshua tightly. 
Joshua laughs out a groan feeling you clench, his eyes following your graze to Seokmin before he looks back at you to watch you moving over him. His large hands found purchase on your body, one holding your hip tightly while the other massaged your breast. 
“You don’t have to sit so far away, Seokmin. Fuck...darling” His hand slides from your chest to your face to make you look down at him, your mouth instantly finding a way to wrap around his thumb making him groan out his words. “You have to relax around my cock or I’m gonna fucking lose my mind, angel.” 
You hadn’t meant to be so tight around Joshua, but everything felt new and intense. Nodding you let out a soft moan of a yes letting Joshua’s thumb slip from your mouth when you feel the bed sink behind you. 
Seokmin’s hand slides along your back down to your hip so that you have a hand on either side of your body. Your eyes close to the feeling of his lips moving against the back of your neck while his thumb presses into your skin pushing you down harder over Joshua. 
“I won’t lie, I had only dreamt about what it would be like to be in the bedroom with you, Peanut but somehow this is even better. Does Joshua’s cock feel good? Mm, you sound like you are going to cum again. What if I–?” 
He doesn’t finish his question, instead, Seokmin’s free hand slides around your body and then between your legs so that his fingers can rub over your clit. Your moans of pleasure building cause Seokmin to chuckle lowly against your neck, his teeth raking along your skin knowing he is only pushing you over the edge. 
Joshua groans your name, his hand sliding back down your body to your breast where his fingers roll over your nipple delicately. His large fingers barely pinched at the hardened bud but it was enough with Seokmin’s fingers and the cock buried deep inside of you to make the coil inside of you snap.  
Throwing your head back onto Seokmin’s shoulder, you can’t find words to moan. Instead, you simply try to catch your breath, your body trembling from slight overstimulation by the time your hands move from you. Underneath you, Joshua hisses out a long groan from his chest as his climax hits him like a train. 
Thick, warm cum spills into you as you roll your hips down over Joshua’s cock. His eyes roll back briefly while his hands move to hold your hips tightly pushing Seokmin’s out of the way. Joshua mutters a soft apology to Seokmin before his eyes find yours and they are filled with nothing but adoration. 
“Oh my god…I love you so much.” 
Seokmin didn’t need the apology, he understood why Joshua had pushed his hands away. The man had needed to be grounded at that moment. God, he could see why with the way you had been riding him. Watching you both for a moment, Seokmin tilts his head to the way your lips mesh with Joshua’s. How you whisper how much you love him too into the kiss before your boyfriend’s hands slide over your ass helping you slide off of him carefully. 
“If you don’t want to sleep with me, Y/N…we don’t have to do this.” 
Your brows furrow along with Joshua’s at Seokmin’s words. You had very clearly stated what you had wanted. Your eyes drop to his clearly painfully hard cock resting against his thigh as you turn on the bed to face him tilting your head almost like a curious puppy. 
Joshua can’t help but to watch with a similar curiosity trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. His eyes move over your ass up to the back of your head finally over to Seokmin’s face just over your shoulder when you finally reach the man. There was a look of confusion and desperation in Seokmin’s eyes but also something else. Joshua couldn’t quite place it. 
“I want you, Min. I said that. If you don’t want me, that’s a completely different story. We can forget this entire thing and you never have to worry about seeing me like this ever again.” 
As soon as the words, “like this ever again” leave your mouth Seokmin’s eyes seem to darken. A panic hitting him because those words are so final and it’s never something he’d want. You gasp into a small laugh when your back hits the bed. Seokmin’s hand is on the side of your face, his fingers moving around to the back of your head to pull you back up to his lips as he speaks. 
“I fucking want you.” 
“Then take me.” 
Seokmin’s hand slides along your leg pulling your knee up to his hip while your hand slides between your bodies to stroke him for the first time. He felt heavy and thick in your hand. The breathy whines that fell from his lips at your touch made you feel even wetter. 
Laying on his side, his elbow propping his up so he could watch carefully, Joshua observed how the two of you reacted to one another. How Seokmin’s groans made you clench. He could see it from where he was laying because he could see what was left of his cum seep from you each time it happened. 
Trailing his fingers over yours, Seokmin hisses against your lips lining himself up with your entrance feeling how wet you are. Between your own cum and Joshua’s, he thought it would be easy to push into you and yet you were still tight around him. 
The feeling of the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot almost instantly because of his length sent you into a frenzy. A breathy, “oh” slipped from your lips as your breath quickened when Seokmin made the first experimental thrust bottoming out into you. 
“Fuck…oh my god. Seokmin, wait.” 
Panic flashed over your best friend’s face, the fingers of his free hand moving to push your hair from your face to look for any signs of distress. Instead, he finds you taking a calming breath. Lifting his head, Seokmin looks to Joshua who was sharing a similar panicked look only for both men to calm down when you let out a pleasured laugh. 
“It feels too good. You are going to make me cum too fast.” 
Shaking his head, Joshua slides along the bed to lay closer to you and Seokmin. A smirk plays on his lips when you look at him, your cheeks warm from your arousal. “Feels that good, huh? What’s so bad about cumming quickly, darling? Doesn’t Seokmin deserve you cumming on his cock a few times? For all the years you two have pined over each other at this point?” 
Seokmin groans at the feeling of you clenching around him as Joshua’s hand slides around your throat. You loved the feeling of Joshua’s hands, especially such a gentle touch in a place where your brain started to scream about a sense of danger. 
“He does, we both do. You are right, Shua. You’ve always been right. Fuck…I’m sorry.” 
Neither of them wanted you to apologize, especially right now but you were overwhelmed with pleasure as Seokmin started to move once again when you pulled him closer with your legs. Joshua simply smiles, his thumb brushing over your throat delicately before he leans to press a kiss to the side of your lips leaning back so Seokmin can kiss you right afterward. 
“I want to tell you how much I love you but…fuck I don’t know if that’s okay.” 
Seokmin wasn’t even sure he had said the words out loud but Joshua simply smirks raising a brow at your reaction because they were very much said out loud. He could see the way you were looking at your best friend. The two of you had said how much you loved each other many times over but this was different, you knew it, Joshua knew it, and Seokmin was going to understand it. 
“Then tell her. I wouldn’t have offered this and let you into our bed if I didn’t realize that you truly had feelings for her, Seokmin. However, before you say those words know what they mean and where they lead, for all of us.” 
Seokmin’s hips slow down, your hand sliding along his side causing him to shiver even as he meets Joshua’s eyes briefly before nodding. He was pretty sure he understood what Joshua was saying and he found himself wanting it, wanting it all. 
His eyes find yours once again, Seokmin trails his fingers along your jaw as you hold back a soft whine of his name feeling him bury himself deep inside of you once again. You were so close and no matter how much you were trying to hold yourself back you knew there was no way you were going to be able to stop it with how his cock was hitting you so perfectly. 
Fingers trace your shoulder down to where Seokmin’s arm begins causing you both to shiver. Joshua waits for Seokmin to finally speak, and when he does Joshua doesn’t look away. Instead, the man watches intently taking in every syllable as if the words were also being spoken to him, because in a way they were. 
“Shit, I’m not going to last long baby. I…god, this is not how I’d want to tell you this for the first time. Not that I haven’t said it before but I mean it differently.” He was rambling, but you can’t help but to smile, the warmth of his hand and the way his body was laying against yours felt intimate. You found this to be the perfect time while his body was completely connected to yours. 
“I love you so fucking much. I used to hate myself for it, but if you’d let me…if Shua would let me...I’d be part of your life. Whatever that fucking means.” 
Your eyes slowly close as your orgasm washes over you. Seokmin’s words fall near the end of his sentence followed by a groan when he feels you clench around him unlike before when you cum. 
Burying his face against your neck, Seokmin kisses and sucks at your skin. His thrusts are seemingly deeper after your first orgasm. He seemed driven to send you over that edge one more time, for you to join him as he climaxed. 
Moving his hand back from your arm, Joshua allows you and Seokmin the time to be alone in a way sensing that you both need it. Your bodies flush with one another, your moans almost in harmony before you mutter that you are cumming once again. 
Seokmin nods, his body almost shaking when you do. He is quick to follow you spilling everything he has into you in thick ropes filling you fully. Soft groans escape the man’s lips as he finally pulls back to kiss his way from your throat to your lips. Hushed whispers of how much he loves you reach your and Joshua’s ears causing you both to smile. 
The entire room is quiet for what seems like years until Joshua finally speaks up and leans to push your hair from your face followed by doing the same action to Seokmin getting your attention. 
“Don’t fall asleep yet, either of you. I know you are tired, and I am as well but you need to use the bathroom and we are all incredibly sticky. We can not possibly sleep like this. I’ll start a shower, Seokmin could you please get us some water?” 
Not waiting for an answer, Joshua slips from the bed heading for the master bathroom with two sets of eyes following him. Seokmin slightly stunned glances at you only to laugh a moment later when you only smile and shrug. 
“Is he always like this? He is seriously okay with me being here?” 
You lift your hand to run your fingers through Seokmin’s hair much like Joshua had a moment before. The man relaxes into your touch a soft smile crossing his lips as he listens to you speak. 
“He has never done anything without a reason, and when it comes to me he’s never done anything to hurt me. Shua goes out of his way to make sure I’m happy and taken care of. Sometimes he does too much, to the point I want to strangle him, but I always know he does things because he loves me.” 
Seokmin grins, tilting his head with a nod. You continue to speak even though your eyes follow his lips against your wrist. 
“So, if he has decided that this is a good idea…whatever this is, whatever it’s going to become then I trust him. I trust you. You are my best friend, Minnie. You and Shua are my favorite people in the entire world. I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.” 
Taking a breath, Seokmin closes his eyes, his lips pressed against the inside of your forearm. He is lost in thought because of your words but he seems to quickly regain himself with a nod. You watch as he slides from you even when you whine not wanting him to go. 
“I have to go get some water, Joshua asked for it. He’s right, about a lot of things it seems. I think he wants you to be hydrated after all of that. We could all use some water. Stay here, Peanut. I’ll be back.” 
Your eyes trail over Seokmin’s back to his ass as he leaves the room completely bare. You can only sigh feeling suddenly cold and alone even if Joshua was only a room away. Hearing the shower running and the sound of Joshua humming brings a smile back to your face when you realize he is closer. 
Joshua’s eyes move over your body, a grin spreading across his lips as he extends a hand for yours. He helps you sit up on the side of the bed before leaning down to kiss your lips.
“Are you happy?” 
You can’t help but laugh at the question. You felt it was pretty obvious but you still nod making Joshua laugh in response. This was all he ever wanted, you in his life and for you to be happy. He wanted to be part of the reason for your happiness and one of the causes of your happiness. 
“I’m glad, darling. We can talk about what all this means but I want to get you clean and situated first.” 
Seokmin was doing his best to balance three empty glasses in one arm while holding the pitcher of ice water with the other. A sound of alarm from his mouth alerted Joshua to his situation causing the older man not only to laugh softly but to jump into action moving to take the glasses from him easing his mind. 
“This is nicer than I had even anticipated. There were bottles of water, Seokmin.” 
“I know, but I saw the pitcher and the water tastes so nice here compared to back at the campus. I thought we could enjoy it while we had it.” 
Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s thoughtfulness before nodding holding up the glasses one at a time allowing him to fill each with water. With one in your hands, you take a sip only to get a look from both men that causes you to roll your eyes before you take a large gulp swallowing it down. 
“You are both impossible. Joshua was bad enough before but I didn’t have to worry about Seokmin complaining.” 
Tipping his glass back, Seokmin all but drains his glass putting it to the side with a shrug. He takes your mostly empty one from your hands allowing Joshua to help you from the bed leading you towards the steamy bathroom as he follows. 
“Well, I have a feeling you are just going to have to get used to it, Peanut.” 
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The early morning light causes Seokmin to grimace, a sound of annoyance slipping from his lips as he turns on the bed. It felt a bit crowded but when he opened his eyes he remembered why and where he was. You were laying against him, your head resting on his arm while your legs lay tangled with Joshua’s. 
He didn’t want to move, afraid to wake you or Joshua but a quick glance at the other man caused him to press his lips together. Joshua smiled at him softly, he had been awake for a few minutes now, his fingers lazily running through your hair and along your back to keep you calm and asleep. 
“She’s out. We took a lot out of her.” 
Joshua’s voice was quiet but Seokmin was able to make out everything he was saying. He would see that Joshua was also right. Nothing seemed to be causing you to stir from your slumber. Soft breaths hit Seokmin’s skin causing goosebumps to spread. 
“Shua, we should talk about what happened. What the fuck all of this means, I’ll be honest, I’m really confused.” 
That was fair, Joshua thought to himself. Everything had happened fast. Granted not as fast as it could have but given the timing of the trip, it was on day one. He had sprung the situation on both of you knowing the feelings were there. 
“What do you want it to mean, Seokmin?” 
Taking a deep breath, Seokmin glances down at you sleeping on his chest to shake his head. He knew what he wanted but he was almost afraid to say it. Your words about how Joshua treated you and wanted for you lingered in the forefront of his mind. 
“I want to be with her. I don’t want this to end. I like this…waking up like this. I mean fuck, I like talking to you like this. I liked how it was last night with us, but I don’t know what that even means.” 
Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s words. He felt the apprehension, and he could understand it. This was all new even to him. He hadn’t put all the pieces together in his mind when he had decided to do this, but he did agree with what Seokmin was saying. 
“Yeah, I like it too and last night was great. I enjoyed all of it. I’m curious about where it could go. Where she would want it to go, all of this is of course up to her in the end but it’s also up to you. I can tell you that I want exactly what you want for yourself. I want you to be with, Y/N but that includes me. She is with me so you would also be…with me. I don’t know if that makes any sense.” 
Seokmin leans his head back on his pillow to take a breath trying to wrap his mind around the situation that Joshua was presenting to him. He didn’t hate anything the man was saying. It was confusing and different but something that he could very much handle. 
“We would all talk about what that means for us but, I couldn’t see this as just a “you are dating my girlfriend on the side” situation. That seemed wrong and unnatural. When I thought about you and Y/N, this felt right. You just fit with us, Seokmin.” 
That made Seokmin’s chest tighten slightly. You had been one of the only people in his life to talk to him like that before. To tell him that he fit in anywhere or that he was wanted so to hear it from Joshua Hong unprompted caused his head to spin. Licking his lips, Seokmin glances back over to Joshua with a nod, his hand moving to run through your hair next to Joshua’s. 
“I like that. I really like that, Shua.” 
You smile against Seokmin’s chest, your legs stretching alongside Joshua’s before you sigh out your own words. 
“I really like it too. Good morning.” 
Joshua laughs leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder before you turn to meet his lips for a good morning kiss. 
“You do? Do you want to be with us both? Everything that comes along with that?” 
Seokmin holds his breath watching you with Joshua waiting to see what you will say but when you smile on Joshua’s lips he can’t help but grin. 
“You mean you wanna date me?” 
Your hand slides along the side of Seokmin’s face up into his hair to gently tug him down so you can kiss him once allowing Joshua to move back just slightly as you do. 
“Yes, I do. We all date each other. I believe that’s what I was hearing?”
Seokmin hums against your lips before leaning back to let you look at Joshua who nods to let you know that you are correct. A smile spreads across your lips, you move to your back basking in the feeling of their fingers dancing along your skin before you watch them barely graze each other's hands not pulling away right away. This was exactly what you had needed and wanted without even realizing it. 
“I love you both so much.” 
Joshua smirks a bit, his larger hand moving Seokmin’s up your side causing you to let out a moan on a breath as they both whisper back that they love you too. 
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Bonus Headcanons
Before graduation, you had a large diamond on your finger. It had been Joshua’s gift to you when he had gotten accepted to medical school. You had found that to be a bit backward but he insisted that was exactly how he had intended it. 
You and Seokmin own a cozy little studio where you showcase and sell your art. Neither of you worrying about money but simply enjoying the art-making process. 
Joshua had decided that the studio was more important for you both, so rather than needing to work under anyone else he had bought you both the space and insisted this was how it needed to be. 
Seokmin is the one who always jokes about how he and you have a sugar daddy. 
Seokmin was the best man at Joshua and your wedding. There is no jealousy about the marriage, instead, this is exactly how Seokmin prefers the relationship. 
Joshua’s family is a bit confused about why another person lives in such a large house with Joshua and you but they love Seokmin so much that they have stopped questioning it. 
Seokmin has his own wing in the house because out of the entire relationship, he is the one who needs alone time the most. 
Over time Seokmin and Joshua got much closer and more sexual making time with them even more erotic and sensual. You find yourself many times enjoying their kisses over your body or watching them exchange your cum from their tongues before one of them will fuck you into the mattress. 
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COLLIDE ━ Javier Peña [Narcos, 2015]
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summary. Javier's profession has been getting in the way of your relationship for far too long, and you two seem to have become passing ships. What's the worst that could happen if you went out drinking with some friends in an attempt to forget about your misfortunes? original request. Ok so, Javi Peña x fem. You've been together a while, during the height of the Escobar case he's always at the office and you're just passing ships. You're feeling a bit down and go to a club with friends. You harmlessly flirt with a stranger all night only to discover you're in a narco hotspot and Javi&Steve are about to raid it. author's note. This is my first requested fic and I'm so excited to finally be posting it! I also chose happiness and ended up starting a narcos rewatch while working on this... someone save me from this addiction (please don't).
[ ❥ ] pairing. javier peña x fem! reader
[ ❥ ] word count. 2.7k
[ ❥ ] genre. angst
[ ❥ ] warnings. No actual use of "Y/N". Angst. Explicit language. Mentions of alcohol and intoxication. Mentions of guns and gun violence. Mild physical abuse if you squint (not ill intentioned, just an accident).
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Check on Javi.
You read the sticky note on the fridge, licking a spoon clean of peanut butter after making yourself breakfast. The eternal reminder staring right back at you like it had done for so long now. 
You actually hadn’t for a few days, checked on him that is. It was getting hard to.
Javier’s job was never an easy concept to get around. DEA agent appointed to the highest profile case they ever had on their hands… they had it tough and you were perfectly aware. You basically signed up for this, but after weeks that turned into months of his endless work days, it felt like there was close to no room left for you in his life outside of when he’d randomly show up at your door looking for some stress relief, desperately kissing you without a hello and later leaving almost right after he was done.
And you tried to be supportive, as much as you had it in you to be. It started with dropping off lunch for him every morning at work, that slowly turned into a big coffee jug just a few times a week and now it was only the occasional call. A call you almost dreaded to make, specially since everything you did in an attempt to keep up with him was rarely received the way you wished it to. 
It wasn’t that Javier was trying to be rude or hurt your feelings, you knew that. But he was so stressed… he never managed to pick up the first time you called, and whenever you’d go by his office it was hard to not feel unwelcome when entering his hectic environment, even if he didn’t let you go without a swift and rushed kiss on the lips. A kiss that to you felt like a “thanks, doll. Now go away please, I have things to do.”
A faint, melancholic smile appeared on your lips as you moved through your apartment and fell onto your couch, looking back at how things were before the case got so serious. The summer Javier and you met was like a fever dream… day trips to the beach, constantly waking up together, trying his horrendously strong coffee for the first time, any time he playfully laid his full bodyweight on you, his shooting lessons, going out drinking and dancing even though he has two left feet. 
Then you realized, it’d been forever since you had gone out dancing. Something had to be done about it… you were so caught up with feeling abandoned that the fact there were still enjoyable things to do out there and other people to do them with, went completely unnoticed within the valley of your thoughts. You decided to take some action, and after basically jumping to the phone and dialing every single one of your girlfriends’ numbers, all of you collectively agreed to attend a new cumbia night club downtown that none of you had gone to yet.
By the time the night came, you were ready for your plans. Your hair down, flowing in waves and a tight, beautiful, sequined, one sleeve mini dress perfectly wrapping your figure. You finished the look with some matching heels and jewelry, giving one last look at the mirror before you went right out the door after hearing the familiar honk of one of your friend’s cars. 
The ride to the club was the perfect way to start the night. All the girls looked beautiful, and while catching up, laughs and excitement quickly bubbled up from within their souls. Everyone was getting on the party mood, specially since they knew you wanted to relax and forget about the streak of bad luck your relationship was going trough. They knew well about your relationship with Javi, and while a few of them sometimes mentioned that “you should find someone who can give you the time you deserve,” they still were aware you loved him and stayed supportive of you and your decisions.
Upon arriving to the packed club and getting assigned a table, it was in no time that all of you had bright colored cocktails in your hands. After little observation, it was evident that the place was beautifully decorated, neon lights and mirrors bringing the tropical party vibe. The music was amazing and the energy was immaculate; people drank, laughed and danced around, making it inevitable to easily loosen up and get lost in the celebration spirit. 
Looking around, something caught your eye. A man at the bar watching you with a slight smile and a glass in hand. His dark hair, big nose and mustache immediately reminded you of a certain someone. The mystery man held your gaze, and in return you raised the glass between your fingers towards him. 
He reciprocated the gesture. Cheers!
“I just flirted with some guy!” You screamed over the music after bringing your attention back to the table full of girls. A mix of surprise, excitement and cluelessness spread amongst all of you. “He kinda looks like Javi.”
Some laughs and sarcastic eye rolls this time. Of course he did. “That man lives in your head rent free!” Claudia dropped.
And how could he not?
“He can be Javier tonight. Just have fun!” It was Marina dropping some input this time. “He isn’t here to do anything about it.”
That was true. Besides, it didn’t have to be more than just some innocent fun… feeling the joy and validation of having some stranger’s attention at a club.
“You’re right! You’re right!” A shrug before you downed the rest of your first drink. “It’s not like that’s bad anyways.”
Perhaps it was, you wouldn’t be happy to find out the man you loved and had been with for over a year, was going around town flirting with pretty girls at the bars. 
Did you just call this random stranger pretty? Looks like it. You needed another drink. Fast.
And you did get it, and another one after that, and then you stopped counting… some of them sent as presents by the man sitting at the bar. The effect of the alcohol of course being unforgiving towards you. Suddenly you were a social butterfly, laughing and dancing around along with all your friends who were now in very similar positions, except for the ones that were now flirting and having fun with their newly met, club boyfriends for the night.
After doing a small turn in your place, your body was met with a hand shamelessly being placed on your waist. Suddenly the man from the bar had moved all the way to you, and he seemed to be making himself too comfortable within the bubble of your personal space. “Wanna dance?” He offered and you quickly nodded your head, the alcohol clouding your reflexes as you were simply glad he didn’t straight up ask for a kiss. 
You were now at a point where your head was a blur, you started to feel clumsy. Maybe it was time to go home but everyone else seemed to be having so much fun, you didn’t want to ruin that. 
As you continued to dance around with the man you hadn’t even bothered to put a name on, you started to notice a lot of weird movement around the club. Some people quickly moving from one side of the room to another, some also seemingly leaving with urgency… it felt like things were happening quickly in your surroundings and your foggy brain was barely catching up. 
But as the friendly stranger pulled you closer, the music stopped and the lights were turned on. People complained and looked around in confusion, but trough the door quickly came a swarm of armed men. Either police officers or a cartel, you could only assume considering your understanding of what your eyes were seeing could easily be ambiguous. Without a warning, all hell broke loose; people ran around, screamed, law enforcement tried to control the situation. You desperately wanted to think of something; move, run, hide… but you froze, and didn’t snap out of it until the first gunshot was fired. 
“Fucking hell!” You screamed like many others in the room, absolutely terrified. One of your friends pulled you quickly, almost dragging you under the table. The man you had been dancing with now nowhere to be found. “What the hell is happening,” a terrified murmur left your lips, the shooting continued. 
Serves you well for trying to have fun.
You remained under the table, desperately trying to ignore the situation you were in while the palms of your hands fixed over your ears in an attempt to muffle the noise. At some point the piercing sound of the gunshots ceased, but arguing continued. Other attendees closer to the door seemed to start moving, probably getting evacuated, and suddenly, you felt yourself get pulled from under the table with a firm tug to what you thought was going to be your first time being used as hostage. 
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” He screamed in your face and you immediately felt yourself get small in your place. The world around you two seemed to be moving erratically, but your eyes were fixed on Javier; the man now holding you harshly from your arm. His fingers digging into your skin, the fear born simply from the thoughts of what could have gone wrong now turned into anger.
Forming a sentence was impossible, not even a peep while a million thoughts and emotions ran trough you, the main one being how he had never yelled at you like that. Javier screamed your name and shook you slightly, but once again he didn’t get a response, causing him to curse and start pulling you towards the exit quickly. Anger and frustration oozing out of him in waves. From what you could see on the way out, the raid was a conjoined effort between the Colombian police and the DEA which now seemed to be under control. Some people were arrested and the evacuation had started. Javier managed to easily avoid the crowds, his hold strong around your wrist while he did this. 
The two of you made it to his car, where he finally stopped dragging you around. The brunette looked at you with a frown, his body towering over you as your back clashed with the door of the vehicle. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your eyes immediately moving down to the pavement.
“Do you not know all the shit that’s happening with all these fucking narcos right now?” Javier spoke with gritted teeth, his hands now placed on his hips as you looked back up. He was trying to keep his cool, but his efforts were proved to be unsuccessful when he yelled again. “You couldn’t just pick up the damned phone and talk to me instead of running to make stupid decisions?”
“Even if I had tried, it would have taken me five business days to get ahold of you!” Now it was you yelling back, anger bubbling from deep within you, born from all the emotions you had been suppressing for weeks. The alcohol and adrenaline running trough your veins making you react badly to his entitlement. “By then I would have already been killed in—!”
“Don’t you fucking dare say that!” He raised his tone even higher, forcing you to shut up as he moved his hand to your face, pressing his fingers on each side of your jaw so firmly that it hurt. His body now pressed against yours, pushing you against the car.
“It’s the truth, Javier! I never see you anymore, I can barely get you on the phone!” You immediately clapped back, the anger seething trough your teeth before you sighed heavily, tears immediately pooling in your eyes before they spilled like bottled up emotions, streaking down your cheeks until they got your lover’s fingers wet. You closed your eyes, embarrassed. “I’ve missed you so much, I just wanted to have a good night for a change."
Javier’s expression was suddenly painted with confusion, this feeling within him being born from the realization of what he was doing. His harsh hold relaxed before he completely let go of your face, your tears had instantly brought him down to earth. He fucked up, he hurt you in more ways than one and now the way he was acting seemed to be almost as if he was trying to punish you for that too. It crumbled him to see you cry, even more when he knew it was his fault. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he ran a hand over his face with frustration before he pulled you into his arms. The closeness immediately getting the box you’d locked your feelings inside to open wide, your salty tears immediately forming stains on the fabric of his button up while he held you close, his thick fingers getting lost in the strands of your hair. “For screaming, for hurting you and for making you feel that way.”
“You’re everything,” he said your name softly, you could only sob in the familiar safety of his arms. It was freeing that you finally said how you felt and that he understood, but it didn’t make it any easier to get back to normal. Inside you’d felt like your relationship was beyond saving for weeks, all while being unable to bring yourself to bother him with that conversation. “I can’t lose you.”
Another familiar voice was heard from afar over the noise of the commotion. “Hey, Peña,” it was Steve, but Javier quickly shut him down by making a dismissive gesture with his hand. He realized it was about time he prioritized you over the job, at least this once. It’s not like they needed him when there were over a dozen other officers on the scene. 
Right now he just wanted to be with you. 
“I don’t want to lose you either,” you managed to mumble as you hugged him back, your small hands being softly placed on his back. It was true, that man leaving your life had become your biggest fear the moment you fell for him and it had gotten hard to see that possibility appear to be closer and closer every day.
“You won’t.” Javier dropped without even thinking about it. “That’s not on the table, it’ll never be.”
And you believed him. He was a man that kept his word after all.
You breathe in deeply, calming yourself down. “Can we go home?” There was still many things to go over, and a lot of stuff to put on the table together for the sake of actually seeing a change in your current dynamic, but it felt like you’d had enough for a day. It brought you peace to be with him in that moment, and after the stress you had been submitted to in the past hour, on top of the high alcohol levels in your system, you couldn’t think of anything better than to get in bed and leave any worries for another day.
“Of course, sweetheart.” The brunette let go of the embrace and placed a kiss on the top of your head, moving his hands to clean the leftover tears off your cheeks. “Let me just go find your friends so they know I’m taking you and, uh, sort some shit out. Is that ok?”
With a faint smile on your lips, you nodded calmly. “That’s ok.”
After that, he moved to open the door and help you into the passenger seat of the car. “I won’t be long,” Javier reassured before he left you inside the comfortable warmth of the vehicle, and from there you followed him around with your eyes, watching his moves intently. He quickly found your friends and while they seemed to get into a small argument, mainly because they appeared to be mad at him, he looked like he stayed calm and the issue was quickly settled. After that you saw him walk over to Steve, he seemed to explain the situation to him, and his partner nodded calmly in agreement. 
As he walked back to you, you heard him yelling over the noise, “call me if you need anything!”  To what the blonde replied with a simple, “don’t worry about it!”
Finally, he got into the driver’s seat. Your sight not leaving him for a second.
“Did I mention you look beautiful?”
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