#i hope this is sweet enough cause i think i could serve it on pancakes instead of syrup and it would be so good
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Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Mʏ Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]
Genre: FLUFF with a side of angst (or should I say Speirs trying not to pout cause he didn’t get his way)
Warning: Mention of warfare, death, weapons, burn scars/wounds, language
Prompt: Request by @holdingforgeneralhugs “how about a Soft!Speirs oneshot because I am majorly in my Speirs feels rn and I will consume literally any soft Speirs content by the BUCKETFUL! “
A/N: *spoken in spongebob narrator’s voice* aaah the sickly sweet nature of "we’re more than friends and we both know it”
If the woman who sat patiently in the back of the beaten Jeep was nervous, she didn’t show it at all, a calm look was a normal expression upon her face as many had come to know. Her body was free of tension, and she could even say the chill travelling down her spine as the wind whipped over the exposed skin of her neck was a welcomed feeling compared to the intense heat of the Pacific. However, it would take a lot more than just the gentle expression on her face and the little tension in her body for people to not see that this woman was tired.
I guess you could say that was part of the reason she was here, in the whiteout forest surrounding Foy, Bastogne. With a year or so of combat experience already dealt with, her soldiers had placed their lives gratefully in the hands of the well put together woman for more reasons than just her cool composure, and it had been noticed. She had worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of those in her platoon and even those who were not. She wasn’t your natural born combat leader but she had the tools to learn; and learn she did. With a metaphorical hammer and nails, she built and upgraded herself so she could take the weight of everything she’d had to see and do in recent years. This being said, she didn’t force herself to reshape every aspect, no, she ensured that every chink in her armour was carefully polished but never fully made new. She held that emotion that came with the trauma she’s been through and wore it like a medal. Her best friend Ron had always told her how admirable she was for that trait, praised her for being such a strong person in rough times. And even then, he had still promised to be there whenever she couldn’t be that person. A thought that Y/N had sometimes wished he could follow through with even though he was likely somewhere in the middle of god-knows-where, fighting for his life while she was, well, here.
When the 501st Airborne Regiment’s top dog, Colonel Sink, heard of the admirable paratrooper known as Lieutenant Y/N L/N, he had jumped at the chance to rip her away from being caught once again in the hot talons of the Pacific that she had just been pulled from. A transfer had been accepted by both her and her previous superiors as Sink called for the help of a capable platoon leader now that he had lost Buck Compton, and don’t even get him started on the ex-CO known as Dike. The Colonel himself was sat beside the woman informing her of the men she would be taking over for and though he would never say it out loud, the man had his fingers crossed in a silent plea that this officer beside him was the right choice for Easy Company moving forward. The man talked with a gentle kind of assertiveness, kind yet firm with his words while he explained several things such as the Battle of Foy that had taken place the day before, and the new company CO. He was impressed with the way the woman was able to point out the strengths and weaknesses of an assault she wasn’t familiar with nor witnessed, his mind being left just slightly more at ease with his choice.
The two pulled up into the main street of Foy as their conversation continued, and they were meet by the darkened red hair of the battalion’s XO. The man stood with the same tired but calm expression as Y/N as they both drew smiles to their lips to exchange to one another.
“Captain Winters, I’d like to introduce you to Easy Company’s new platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N. I expect a warm welcome to be given to the Lieutenant, Y/N’s come a long way for us.” The colonel had said and followed it up quickly with a sharp pat on the woman’s shoulder. “Lieutenant L/N, I’m excited to see how you do with Easy Company.” He exchanged a few more words between the two before jumping back into the jeep and taking off with a yelp of ‘Curahee’ to those men of Easy who had lingered carefully to see the newcomer. Y/N watched as he went with a small smile before turning back to the red headed Captain who was stood with the same curled lips. A gust of wind blew along her spine as they stared at each other for a split second, a shiver rippling down her body aggressively.
“Well, sir, I don’t know if the welcome will be able to get much warmer than this.” The man huffed out a laugh at this as another officer with dark hair came into view behind him with a snort, clapping the other man on the back.
“I like this one Dick. Can we keep her?”
***
If there was one thing Y/N knew already about the Intelligence Officer known as Captain Nixon, is that he could talk. Not that she was complaining, the constant chatter being thrown from his mouth was entertaining, an amused smirk finding its way to her lips almost as soon as he’d begun to talk. The random banter he sprouted had reminded her again of her best friend, someone she thought of constantly, it would seem. It wasn’t the way he was talking in great amounts because god knows that Ron was a more of a listener than a talker but it was in the way his eye crinkled at the edge when he laughed at his own jokes. She’d hate to admit the way she’d compare everyone and everything to the man she was desperately in love with but she knew that she did it just often enough to stop the dull ache in her chest from turning into a stabbing pain.
“-and let’s just say, that didn’t go down very well with the wife.”
“I can’t imagine why, Captain Nixon, you seem like such a mellow man.” She’d said with a quiet chuckle and a roll of her eyes as they continued their walk to the building that second platoon was bunking in.
“Ah, what can I say? I’m as close to perfect as they come.”
“Oh I’m sure you are Sir.”
“Eh, you may say that with judgement now but just you wait and see.” He threatened while pulling a flask from his pocket before offering her a sip. She glanced at it with a raised brow and then proceeded to shrug her shoulders as she reached for it. A harsh cough of disgust almost echoed around the town as the woman screwed up her face.
“There’s no way you can convince me you’re close to perfect when you drink shit like this Sir.” She managed to say. Nixon laughed while taking his own sip.
“We’re gonna get along just fine, I’m sure. Now let’s go find one newly appointed CO, Captain Speirs for introductions.” The man had barely finished talking before Y/N’s head had flicked to him so quickly one could question if she would have whiplash.
“Captain Speirs? Ronald Speirs?” She questioned with an urgency that almost worried Nixon.
“Uh, yeah?” He replied carefully. Before either got a chance to ask more questions, a voice had called for the Captain behind them, one familiar to the both of them. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine though she’d never admit whether it was the cold or whether it accompanied the violent beating of her heart. As she thought of how much she missed that voice, she’d turned slowly and faced the man that it belonged to.
There he was, walking towards them from a distance, his face almost the same as she’d last seen it aside from the matching dark shadows under his eyes and the odd spot of mud on his skin. Though his eyes had only been on Nixon as he wandered over, he moved his gaze to Y/N as she whispered his name, almost like he’d heard her across the distance between them. He’d faltered for a second, his eyes blinking as if trying to rid the dream from his foggy mind only to realise what he was seeing.
“Ronald-fucking-SPEIRS!” The woman had all but yelled, her feet carrying her as quickly as they could over to him. His breath had lodged itself in his throat before he too begun to move quicker towards her. It would have been quite the sight to see and it certainly was in Nixon’s eyes as he watched the two race towards each other and collide almost violently. Even with the clashing of bodies, the two were like magnets and didn’t seek to become unstuck from each other any time soon. As soon as their bodies connected, Ron’s hands had moved to cradle her neck and waist while Y/N wrapped tightly around his shoulders. They clutched at each other as if their lives depended on it and each drop of emotion and every ounce of missing one another had combusted as they stood there. Ron let out a quiet huff of a disbelieving laugh into her hair while stoking his thumb across the back of her neck.
“Are you a dream? Or did I get shot or something?” He questioned so quietly it almost didn’t reach her ear directly beside his mouth. She hummed to him in response before muttering to him a continued stream of ‘I’m here’s. Ron pulled back from her slowly, his hands moving to cup her face while staring at her in awe.
“You’re here.” He whispered back. He almost let out a sigh of contempt before he tuned in to the distant noise of gunfire and felt himself snap back into reality. His hands on Y/N’s jaw became more tense as he stared at her with a different expression. “You’re here.” He repeated while she furrowed her eyebrows, taking a small step back. His hands dropped to his sides as Nixon finally moved over to the two, a look of pure confusion mixed with shock covering his features.
“I feel like you two know each other.”
“Wow Sir, I’m not surprised you’re the intelligence officer.” She replied to the man causing him to smirk. Ron looked at Nixon as he grabbed Y/N’s arm gently.
“What the hell is she doing here?” He questioned almost furiously. Nixon just shrugged before taking another swig of his drink.
“Say hello to your new second platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N.”
“Lieutenant?!”
***
Ron doesn’t speak at first as the two wander over to second platoon, losing Nixon along the way to a task he needed to do. He was mad, she could tell, and as she asked what was wrong, he sent her a glare over his shoulder. She knew what he was doing of course, she hasn’t been his best friend for many years and not pick up on these things. He was processing, he just needed a bit of time of switching to default ‘tough Ron’ to hide the fact that what he was actually doing was wandering a long pathway through his thoughts and emotions. He wouldn’t be mad forever, he was just worried. She guessed the last time he saw her she was home safe and promising to write to him and then she was practically a ghost in the wind with not a single letter finding it’s way to him until suddenly she shows up right in front of him and worse yet as a US Army Trooper Officer. One could see why the man was a little grumpy.
“I missed you.” She heard him say to her and when she glanced at him again, his jaw was tensing under his skin. The words contradicted everything you could see from his body language but she smiled anyway.
“And I missed you. Guess two years can do that to a person.”
“You know what I just can’t figure out though?” He asked as he stopped before a building, clearly the one they were going to be entering. She shrugged at him as she too stopped. “What I can’t figure out is how the hell you got here.”
“Well you see I was in this darn awful place called the Pacific, god it was hot there. Anyway, then I got this call to get on this boat back to this other place where I then got on this plane to another other place and-“
“Spare me the jokes Y/N. I meant how did you even get into the Arm-“ He paused suddenly, looking at all the details of her face as he gulped. “Did you say Pacific? You came from the Pacific?” He asked in a low voice. Y/N just nodded softly, her expression the same but her eyes holding so many thoughts unsaid. He saw it in her mannerisms then, all the little things he’d always noticed she did when upset. He’d noticed the dark shadows under her eyes. Hell, he’d noticed the faint red burn scar that climbed up the side of her neck, angry and raw. He took a careful step forward before grasping one of her hands in one of his, his thumb moving to draw little lines across her skin. “I’m sorry Y/N. We’ll talk about this later. I think right now we should just introduce you to the men, get you settled in and everything.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She replied almost making a promise that they would indeed need to talk about it later. A smile rose to Ron’s face as he nodded in confirmation before pushing her helmet back pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline and moving it back.
***
The men had been a little thrown off by the presence of the new officer and didn’t seem to want to warm up to the idea of her at all. That was until she made a snarky comment directed at Speirs regarding her not needing him to defend her and with no reaction from him but a nod of confirmation they’d decided she must have been some kind of angel or a god with the power to make the great Captain Speirs bow in submission. Y/N had decided to milk that theory a little when it came to her new reputation of being the ‘tamer of legends’. She’d gotten quite the kick out of it and decided to tease Ron as much as possible since then.
As promised, they talked about it later. They talked about the Pacific and Europe, jump wings and basic training, the year he’d left and the year she’d arrived, all blurring into one long conversation had in the early hours of the morning. Ron held Y/N as she cried as she’d been dreaming of him doing since he left while she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay his head in her lap. And just like that, they had fallen in love with each other all over again. Just two lost souls who had found their way back to each other as they always did and they always would. Their hands moulded perfectly together as they lay beside each other in bed, their noses almost touching as they listened to one another pour their hearts out like they never did with anyone but each other.
“I just ran. It wasn’t really like we had any other option so I just didn’t think twice.”
“I know you like to play this tough guy act but sometimes I think you play it a little to well.” She replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her gently, nudging his nose ever so slightly into hers as she teased him.
“I play the tough guy because the tough guy always gets the prettiest girl.”
“Well then you’ve been watching too many movie films.” She teased as his fingers began to trail her jaw gently. They both sat quietly as they admired each other, his touch sending shivers down her spine until they stop on the side of her neck. He seemed hesitant to ask about the burns that lay directly beside where his fingers touched her skin, she had read it on his face.
“The Japanese are ruthless and the Pacific is even more so.” She said in a low voice, sitting up as her hands moving to unbutton the top layers of her clothes until she got to the last shirt. He watched her closely as she removed each piece, waiting for her to tell him more. “It’s hard to explain, and even if I could I don’t know if I’d want to.” She continued, pulling off the last shirt she wore and exposing her upper body to the cold air. He saw it now in full as it trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, as well as some of the left side of her back and chest. She would usually feel uncomfortable or embarrassed but with Ron she felt safe, she felt seen. “It was an explosion, a mine, grenade, bazooka, I don’t know. Set fire to the trees around us, and then some of me with it.” He sat up slowly, his gaze moving to every part of her that he could take in, the raw blazing scar as well as the soft skin that he reminisced touching gently in many early hours of the morning. She sat patiently, letting him take in her entire being, letting him visualise her once again to capture in memory. His dark eyes moved back to hers slowly, his hands reaching out to pull her closer to him by the waist.
“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I had to leave you.” He’d whispered to her, caressing her cheek carefully as she smiled at him, tears swimming in her eyes. And as he leaned in to plant his lips on hers, he let a smile take over his features while he held the love he had missed so much in his arms once again. Their lips melted together as they had so many times before, yet this time it held an urgency, a desperate need to make up for lost time. They held each other close like they had in the streets earlier, his hands holding her neck and jaw gently while she wrapped her arms tightly round his neck. “You’re my best friend.” He said suddenly. Y/N let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back fully, causing Ron to look at her and smile.
“What?” He questioned.
“It’s funny, isn’t it. That we both knew, but never said anything.”
“Never felt like it needed saying.” He said finally, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a hair away from covering them. “Would you like me to say it now?” She looked down almost sheepishly, as if she suddenly felt shy under his gaze while he spoke to her. He smiled once again before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
“I love you Y/N.”
“And I love you Ron.”
#i hope this is sweet enough cause i think i could serve it on pancakes instead of syrup and it would be so good#ronald speirs#band of brothers x reader#ron speirs#ron speirs x reader#ronald speirs x reader#speirs#speirs x reader#protect them at all costs#soft!speirs
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Simple Celebration
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Childe/Lumine
Summary: It's hard to keep track of your birthday when the calendar's not the same. Good thing Lumine's got friends to remember for her.
This work is absolutely inspired by Susu's lovely gift for Seelie. It's so cute and sweet! What better way to celebrate one of my fave creators than a bit of birthday comfort and care? 💖
Lumine woke up slowly, her eyes quickly adjusting to the wan pink light of her bedroom. She stretched only to find her bed otherwise empty except for the blankets bunched at her feet. That would explain the chill she felt.
A rhythmic scraping sound could barely be heard from the floor below her. Childe must have gotten up to make breakfast. Or at least, the sharp grumbling in her stomach had her hoping he was making breakfast. She dragged the blanket off the bed, wrapping herself up as she walked down the hallway to the head of the stairs in her teapot abode, pausing when she heard a chirp.
“Good morning to you too, Seelie.” The glowing pink orb gently nudged her shoulder.She laughed and rubbed the spot between their ears, smiling at the soft purrs they were emitting.
“Should we see what that madman is up to in the kitchen?” They let out an affirmative trill and floated behind Lumine as she slowly made her way down the stairs. With each step the smells and sounds intensified, but it turned into a joyful cacophony when she rounded the corner into the kitchen.
“Hmmm Paimon thinks the berries need more sugar.” The fairy helped herself, sprinkling more sugar over a glistening pile of golden berries.
“Hey, save some for the rest of the dishes unless you want to go buy more!” He grabbed a spoon and tested berry. “But that should be enough sugar. Since these are almost ready, can you bring me some plates?” Whipping a dishcloth over his shoulder, Childe turned back to the stove and carefully began flipping something sizzling away in the pan.
“Why don’t you go buy sugar, hmm?” The fairy floated over to the shelves and grabbed a few plates, floating back to Childe and placing them on the counter next to him.
“Are you planning to finish cooking all this food while I do?”
“Well, no. Paimon doesn’t know how.”
“Then leave the seasoning to-oh, good morning starlight!”
“Hi. What are you getting up to?” She could feel Seelie pushing her gently into the kitchen, “I’m going, I’m going!”
“I swear, they’re getting smarter and smarter every day, I’m surprised they didn’t wake you up too!”
“Mmn.” Lumine stood behind Childe, leaning against him and pressing her forehead against his back. “Woke up ‘cause I was cold. What’re you making?”
“These are syrniki, crispy little cheese pancakes that get served with fruit. I thought it would be a nice birthday treat.”
“Oh that’s nice. Whose birthday is it?” She tried to recall the calendar but it was too early. She trudged over to the other counter, finally seeing the steaming pot of coffee. She carefully poured herself a mug with a splash of milk before sitting down at the table.
“Paimon can’t believe you forgot your own birthday!”
Lumine nearly choked on her coffee. “Since when is it my birthday?”
“Don’t you remember, we talked about it weeks ago.” Childe slid a plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of her while Paimon floated over with the berries.
“I don’t remember but-” she yawned widely and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, “but it’s a little early.”
“You said you didn’t know when your birthday fell on our calendar so I asked what happens around your birthday and you said it’s a warm transition season.” He shrugged, “I suggested it could be about now, and I thought you agreed.”
“Hmm.” Lumine took another sip of coffee. “I guess today is as good as any other day.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Paimon practically vibrating with excitement, trying to hold back from shoveling her whole plate of pancakes into her mouth. Lumine dolloped the berries onto her plate before sliding it over.
She took her first bite and hummed softly as she chewed. The syrniki were crisp and toasty on the outside and the inside was fluffy and creamy, with a little bit of tang from the cheese.
“Well?” Childe watched her intently, forgoing his own breakfast while he waited for her reaction.
Lumine had just swirled a piece through the tart-sweet berries and tried to talk around the rather large bite. “S’good.”
“Paimon thinks they were delicious!” She sighed and leaned back against her chair, putting her hands over her stomach.
Finally swallowing, Lumine spoke up, “these are delicious. Thank you for making them, but you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” She couldn’t help the guilt twisting in her stomach. If it was her birthday it was Aether’s birthday. What was he doing today?
“Well, I’ve got dinner prepped and a bottle of firewater to go with it, and there’s just too much for one person. Besides, I can’t have my best comrade spending her birthday alone.” His voice softened, and a certain understanding hung in the air between them.
Lumine quickly rubbed at her eyes. “Thanks. Both of you.” Seelie let out a soft noise and rubbed against her leg. “You too, Seelie.” She smiled down at the glowing orb and gave them a quick pet. “So if you made breakfast and planned for dinner, what about the rest of the day?” She smiled and stretched her leg under the table, nudging him with her foot.
“It’s your day zorya, you tell me.” He smirked and directed his attention to his own plate, carefully eating while he waited.
Looking back and forth between her breakfast companions, Lumine was torn. On the one hand it’s clear Paimon and Childe actually worked together to plan this, and the thoughtfulness nearly overwhelmed her. And Paimon probably wanted to spend time with her. On the other hand, Childe just gave her an open invitation, and she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity this good.
“Y’know there have been a lot of repairs around here I could use help with, especially from someone so capable and tall.” She returned Childe’s smirk with one of her own. “But I would hate to impose.”
“Really?! That’s what you want to do on your birthday, housework?!” Paimon screeched from the stove where she finally took it upon herself to grab more pancakes.
“Yeah, I mean, I keep putting it off, so I might as well get it done if I’ve got the time right?”
“That sounds so boring. Why not have some fun?”
“It would be fun not to have to worry about surprise cold showers, don’t you think?”
“Zat’s twoo!” Paimon replied around a mouthful of pancake before swallowing. “The water heater’s been weird for months.”
“I know it’s not the most fun though, so it’s okay if you don’t want to stick around Paimon.”
“You might be right. Y’know, Kiminami-san was asking for more recipes, maybe I can visit her!”
“That’s a great idea!” Childe stood up and started collecting plates. “Don’t feel like you have to rush back, it sounds like what you want to do is way more fun, and you know repairs like this can take a while.”
The fairy’s face wrinkled in a grimace, “yeah.” She looked in between the two of them, a spark of realization on her face. “The way you two fix things, I might um, visit Yoimiya too, and then maybe see what Thoma and Ayaka are up to.”
“If you can’t make it back for dinner, we’ll be sure to save you some varenyky. You helped with assembly after all.”
“That’s right, I did!” She floated in the air with her hands on her hips. “But it’s Lumine’s birthday, she can spend it how she likes and Paimon will be back to celebrate it some more!”
Lumine stood up and pulled the fairy into a tight hug. “Thank you for everything Paimon.” She whispered, hoping the break in her voice wasn’t too obvious, “I can’t wait to celebrate it some more with you when you come back.”
Paimon returned her hug, “yeah well, don’t let Mr. Moneybags eat all the dumplings, I really did help you know!”
Lumine let her go with a laugh. “You have my word.”
As soon as Paimon disappeared with a twinkle, Childe’s arms were tight around her waist. “Got you something.”
“Besides delicious food? You really didn’t have to.” She spun around in his arms to face him. “Or any of this, you could have just, I don’t know, bought me dinner?”
“I buy you dinner at least every Monday.”
“I’m a simple woman with simple tastes.”
He barked out a laugh. “You are ferocious and brilliant and beautiful. But not simple. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, zorya.” He pulled her into a tight hug, and she could just feel the warmth of a kiss on the top of her head.
“Let’s just celebrate for a change.”
They stood in the kitchen, the warm air enveloping them like a blanket. Before long, Lumine sighed and pulled away. “Okay. We’ll celebrate. But first, we’ll clean up.”
“Oh no, it’s your day, no cleaning up for you.” Childe wrapped her in the blanket and scooped her up without a second thought. Out of the kitchen, up the stairs, both of them laughing, he dropped her into the bed and quickly pulled his apron off before following.
Lumine felt herself getting more and more breathless as she watched him crawl over her, muscles cording in his forearms. He kept her caged in and gave her the softest kiss. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, just ask.”
“Hmmm I could get used to this.” She kissed him back, sighing as his tongue found hers, muscle memory betraying her desire as she wrapped her leg around his waist without even thinking.
He groaned and pulled himself away. “That kitchen won’t clean up itself. I’ll bring up some more coffee when I’m done?”
“That sounds nice.”
She sighed and cocooned herself in the blankets, a cozy, sleepy haze settling over her after the unexpected indulgence at breakfast. If she could do what she wanted, she could indulge in a little nap. The rest of the day would be there when she woke up, to do with as she pleased.
#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#chilumi#genshin childe#genshin lumine#genshin paimon#Birthday Fluff#serenitea pot#comfort no hurt#pink seelie cameo#gift fic
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winter days: underneath the tree
☁️a/n☁️ this made my heart very warm to write even though i pulled an all-nighter to get it done because my time-management has gone to shit after finals. requested by @sachirou-senpai. thank you, ellie, for giving me a reason to bring back my boys. i’ve missed ‘summer on you’ so much. this can be read as a stand-alone or as a spin off of ending b, my fave. either way, merry christmas to my babes who celebrate! i have one more christmas fic for tmr and then i’m hiding away to plan + write an smau.
includes: female!reader, poly!seijoh four, post-timeskip (very minor manga spoilers), lots of domesticity, a little suggestive bit, a lot of eating and sleeping now that i realize, a christmas tree, matching pajamas, a very special christmas gift, makki slapping your ass once, a lil teary moment w tooru, homemade curry + pancakes (but not together), lots of cuddling, lots of love, happy holidays, 4.35k words
☁️masterlist☁️
shivering slightly, you unlock the door to the rather spacious apartment you shared with your four boyfriends later into the evening than you would’ve liked.
yes, four boyfriends. whom you love very much and are loved by in return.
living with four towering hunks has it’s ups and downs, but you wouldn’t trade tooru’s extensive skin care regiment sprawled across the bathroom counter; hajime’s bag of protein powder that he always forgets to put away; issei’s boots that you always tripped over when you came through the front door; or takahiro’s costco-sized box of cream puffs in the freezer that he insisted he would finish by the end of the month, almost half a year ago, for the world.
you made sure to stomp off the snow stuck on your boots before entering the building, but you couldn’t help but sigh at the warmth that greets you once you toe them off.
“ahhh,” you think. “thank goodness tooru convinced us to invest in heated floors.” another perk of having four boyfriends was that two of them brought in enough bank for you to seriously consider becoming their cute little housewife. snorting, you shake your head, though the idea of prancing around in a maid outfit to tease them seemed very appealing. “maybe we should make hiro dress up and clean the house since he still hasn’t found a new job yet.”
“what’s so funny, sweets?” speak of the devil. makki’s head pops out from the bathroom nearest to the front door, steam rolling out and droplets falling from his hair, signifying that he had just taken a hot shower. wordlessly, you stare at him, lost in thought imagining the water caressing his toned body, but a second later, he gets a better look at you and laughs. “you look like a wet dog!” your glare loses some of its edge when he takes in your own damp strands.
“did someone say something about a dog?” tooru comes bounding round the corner, and you could’ve sworn he drooped a little when he realized it was just you in the hallway sans dog. turning your icy glance on the setter, you open your mouth to complain about how mean the two of them were being to you when your prince charming comes in to save the day.
“you two, stop bullying the poor girl and let her take a warm bath before she gets sick!” iwa chides as he helps you unbundle the layers that protected you from the snow and sharp winds of the winter. pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and promising to pick out comfy clothes for you, he ushers you into your spacious en suite where a steaming tub full of rose petals awaits you. hajime chuckles at the starry eyes you give him, heart warming at the love and appreciation shining clear as day on your face, before he leaves to grab a clean pair of underwear, one of issei’s t-shirts, and a pair of his own sweats, knowing you much prefer to wear their clothes at home.
submerged in the bath, you exhale contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as you enjoy the product of iwa’s consideration and foresight. letting the stress of work and the chill of the outdoors melt from you, you stay in the water until it cools and your fingers prune. a lone thought of how much more you would’ve enjoyed the bath if the boys had joined you flits through your mind, but you jolt when you open your eyes and find issei sitting on the counter with a towel and your robe in his lap, some of the water sloshing over the side of the tub.
“oh thank god, i was scared you fell asleep and would drown or choke on a rose petal.” you giggle while he wraps you up in your robe before gently toweling your hair dry. “you can’t leave me to deal with the three of them alone.”
rolling your eyes, you retort easily, “if anything, i’d feel bad about leaving hajime to deal with the three of you alone. the poor man puts up with enough from his team, he doesn’t need you guys ganging up on him, too.”
“well i’ll have you know, sometimes he really enjoys us ganging up on him.” his cheeky quip paired with his wiggling eyebrows earns him a smack on the chest but regardless, you let him sweep you up into his arms and drop you on the massive bed the five of you shared. “get dressed, babygirl. as much as i’d love to spend more time with you naked, i gotta help haji finish dinner.” with a quick peck on your lips, issei leaves you to do just as he said.
emerging revitalized and relaxed, your mouth waters at the smell of homemade curry, distracted enough to not notice tooru’s arms wrapping around your shoulders and waist.
“hey, cutie, i’ve missed you,” he sings, face snuggled into the junction of your shoulder and neck. you spin around in his hold to slip your arms around his slim torso, relishing his firm lines against your soft curves.
“‘ve missed you too, tooru.” and you really did, grateful that all of you were able to take time off work and he was able to come home a week before the holidays, giving the five of you a whole month to spend together before he had to jet back to argentina for his next bout of training and practice games.
“hell yea! group hug!” makki comes running towards you guys, only for you to twist out of his reach at the last second, sending him straight into the sofa behind you. “oof, that was cold, y/n.”
you stick your tongue out at the strawberry boy. “yea, well that’s what you get for laughing at me when i got home. sucker.” still entangled in tooru’s embrace, you feel his body shake with mirth and bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from dissolving into giggles when you see a pout take over hiro’s pretty face.
“dinner’s ready,” comes iwa’s call, beckoning the three of you into the kitchen before you could antagonize each other some more. once you all got your servings of curry, you settle into your proclaimed seats on the large sofa, your body comically small compared to their tall frames dwarfing the cushions. noting the way tooru threw his long legs over iwa’s and how mattsun and makki leaned against each other as they ate, you fold your legs to tuck your feet under takahiro’s thigh and dig in to your meal with some trashy reality show lighting up the tv screen, completely certain that the warmth in your chest was from the company of your loved ones more so than the piping hot potatoes in your stomach.
during breakfast the next day, you blearily rub the sleep out of your eyes before taking a sip of your coffee, a satisfied “ahhh” escaping your parted lips as you lean against the kitchen counter. slowly peeling your eyelids open, you notice all of their gazes were focused on you. “yes? can i help you?” you ask amusedly, awake now that caffeine had be introduced to your tired body.
“how are you still so gorgeous in the morning?” you blink at the dreamy look on iwa’s face propped up in his hands with his elbows on the surface of the island. looking around, you see the other three matching the athletic trainer’s pose and expression next to him. thinking over your messy bedhead, mysteriously stained pajamas, and almost impressively dark eyebags, you want to scoff, but the unfairly handsome men giving you their undivided attention despite all of that (“because of all of that, y/n-chan,” tooru would argue) make you blush instead.
“you’re one to talk, haji,” you opt to remark, hoping to divert their focus from you and your rosy cheeks. “and don’t look at me like that,” your pointed finger swinging wildly between the four of them like the needle of a compass. “you already know you guys are way outta my league, you don’t need me to tell you that.” with one last flourish, you wave your hand dismissively before grabbing your mug with both hands, palms warming against the ceramic.
“as wrong as you are, you can’t blame us for wanting to hear the love of our lives compliment us first thing in the morning as we admire her natural beauty,” mattsun grins once he sees the success his words have at deepening the flush on your face. tooru nods gravely in agreement, but it’s makki’s one-two combo of a wink and an air kiss that breaks you. you roll your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh but release it immediately when the playful atmosphere takes a heady turn. clearing your throat, you pay no heed to their hungry expressions, knowing full well that they all noticed your little action and how they would react to it.
“a-anyways,” you stutter, “i’m gonna go get ready ‘cause i have things to do today so-” you try to slip by, leaving your empty cup in the sink, only to get caught in your tracks by hiro’s long arms.
“ah, ah, ah, princess. and where do you think you’re going?” soon enough, you find yourself surrounded by your smoking hot boyfriends and heat up in anticipation of their next moves.
“this so isn’t fair,” you complain aloud, though you were just as eager as they were to get you out of your worn sleep clothes.
“tough shit, babygirl. guess you’re just gonna have to add four more things to your to-do list, huh?”
naturally, you leave your errands for some day later in the week when you’re able to walk properly again.
the opportunity comes when you rise earlier than the rest of them, a rare occasion where you found yourself graced with the freedom of sleeping on the outside instead of being sandwiched in the middle of the bed. tiptoeing about, you brush your teeth and get dressed, somehow managing to not wake any of the sleeping beauties. you scribble little love-filled messages on post-it notes and stick them around your apartment on your way out, but not without one last soft smile in the direction of the bedroom, the sight of the four of them cuddled together through the door left ajar renewing your motivation to accomplish your tasks and come home sooner.
with your laptop bag in tow, you set out for your first destination, settling into a corner booth at the coffee shop with a full cup and a pastry. once you finish your breakfast, you pull out your laptop and get to work, scouring the internet for the perfect gifts for your lovably imperfect partners. you rack your brain for any recollection of any moment where they would’ve let a potential present slip into conversation and light up when you come across volleyball print pajama pants. you check the availability of the sizes you needed and upon realizing that they were all in stock and would be delivered before christmas, you place your order without a moment’s hesitation. satisfied with your progress, you pull up the animal shelter’s hours before heading out of the cafe, the barista’s greetings and the jingling bells echoing behind you.
by the time you return home, it’s late in the afternoon and you’re greeted by a wall of warm bodies as soon as you step through the front door.
“where’ve you been, babe?” once again, takahiro is the first to meet your return, but this time he plants a sweet kiss on your lips with his long fingers encircling your waist after his inquiry.
“oh, you know,” you sigh, dazed from the saccharine embrace. “out and about.”
“busy day? hope it was productive.” you nuzzle into tooru’s chest, feeling the timbre of his voice through your skin, and nod.
“as a matter of fact, it was.” their eyes soften at the proud grin stretched across your face. but your grumbling stomach just had to ruin the moment, making the three of you stare at each other before bursting out in chuckles.
“you skipped lunch?” oiks asks, wrapping each arm around yours and hiro’s waists and guiding you into the kitchen. you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.
“i guess so? i didn’t really notice i was hungry until now.”
“good thing we saved your favorite from that chinese place down the street for you,” mattsun comes up behind you and lands a kiss on the crown of your head. you beam gratefully up at him and skip over to the fridge to retrieve the takeout.
“welcome home, love,” iwaizumi emerges from the bathroom to complete the set and gives you a once over. “you look tired.”
“gee thanks, hajime.” he rolls his eyes playfully at you while you wait for your food to heat up in the microwave.
“what time did you get up this morning?”
“uhhh,” you start, mouth full. at iwa’s stern glare, you swallow before answering, “seven-ish? earlier than i would’ve like for a vacation day but it was worth it.”
“hm, well i’m glad you had a good day at least.” you shuffle over to kiss his cheek before dropping yourself on top of where tooru and hiro were cuddling on the sofa, eyes drifting around the room to take in the holiday decorations adorning the space.
“thanks, haji. but you’re right, i am sleepy.” suppressing a yawn, you lean back against the broad chests behind you and tuck back into the paper container. “can we take a nap once i’m done?”
“sure thing, babygirl.” the innocent smile mattsun sends your way turns mischievous with his added comment. “we really tuckered ourselves out while you were gone.” you nearly choke but makki’s hand thumping your back helps you dislodge whatever food got caught in your throat. iwa shakes his head and looks to the side in an attempt to hide his face, but the reddening tips of his ears give him away. meanwhile, oikawa catches your eye and winks.
“how else did you suppose we keep ourselves occupied when our baby wasn’t home?” you get up to toss your now empty container, shaking your head as you go.
“i’m glad to see you at least got the christmas tree up before going at it. god, you’re all insatiable.”
“i mean, it’s hard not to be in this relationship,” hajime grumbles.
“aww, iwa,” makki pushes his lips into an overexaggerated pout. “you make me hard, too.” full-bellied chortles escape the four of you, ignoring iwaizumi’s indignant huffs.
“whatever,” comes his miffed reply, but you know he takes all your antics in stride. soon enough, he returns to the living room with a stack of blankets and finds you and issei added to the pile of limbs tooru and hiro founded. somehow, hajime situates himself to fit perfectly in your cuddle fest, blankets sprawled about to keep you warm.
one last yawn leaves your mouth before you mutter a sleepy, “night, guys. love you,” barely registering the quiet “love you”s you get in return as you drift off, the lights adorning your christmas tree twinkling above you.
christmas day, you wake up before the others again, this time more than willing to feign sleep and revel in the warmth of your shared bed. luckily, you don’t have to wait long for your boys to stir. sitting up, you stretch your arms above you head and begin to climb out of bed only to be caught by the wrist and dragged back down.
“haji, please,” you draw out. “we can finally open the presents under the tree!”
“i don’t care, it’s too early for you to leave me, princess.” you hum as he pulls you closer to him, revisiting your mental note that iwa is much more openly (and selfishly) affectionate in the mornings.
“oi, the rest of us are still here you know.” face buried against tooru’s back, mattsun’s muffled complaint gets hajime to loosen his hold on you.
“yea, yea,” he props himself up on his elbow to lean over you and kisses the former middle blocker’s temple. “unfortunately.”
“so mean, iwa-chan,” oikawa pipes up, stretching his arm across you to caress your boyfriend’s toned arm before lacing his fingers with makki’s. the pink haired man himself, still half-asleep, squeezes tooru’s hand before sitting up.
“hey, wait. it’s christmas, isn’t it?” takahiro’s question reminds you of the package you received a couple days prior, prompting you to spring out of bed before one of them could reel you back in. the four watch you rifle through the closet and resurface with the pajama pants you ordered.
“merry christmas!” you cry excitedly, tossing each boy their respective pair and eagerly awaiting their reactions. “they’re matching pj’s! look, i got one for myself, too.” thankful that you chose to go to bed in just one of iwa’s godzilla t-shirts and underwear last night, you rush to slip on your volleyball print pants. the boys take in your childlike joy, chests tightening at how precious you are. “hurry up, i want you to try them on so we can match!” at your insistence, they roll out of bed and dutifully don your gifts.
“oh these are actually really soft,” tooru murmurs thoughtfully, fingering the fabric on his thigh.
“right?” you pipe up, nearly bouncing off the walls. “i wanted to do something to commemorate our first christmas together in this apartment and i thought these were really cute since volleyball is what brought us together in the first place.” eyes meet each other as you all reminisce that special summer, grateful that you stayed close despite your individual journeys after graduation.
suddenly, the doorbell ringing catches your attention. a brief glance at the clock on the bedside table tells you it’s much later in the morning than you though, but you’re quick to answer the door.
“who could that be?” the boys are left wondering, wandering out into the living room in time to see you wave goodbye to whoever it was with a large gift-wrapped box sitting on the floor next to you.
“babe? who was it?” tooru is the first to ask the question on all of their minds.
“oh, just my best friend. they wanted to drop this off on their way to their parents’ house.” you gingerly pick up the box and bring it to where your boys were waiting for you. “go ahead!”
“go ahead?” hajime parrots.
“yea! open it!”
“it’s not for you?” takahiro ponders.
“well yes and no. c’mon just open it already!” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet at this point. tooru finally takes the initiative to remove the lid of the box, eyes widening when he sees what it hid.
“oh my gosh,” he breathes. the other three nearly knock heads with how quickly they lean over the opening.
“is that-?” a furry little head pops up over the edge of the box, round eyes peering up at the four of them.
“a dog! yes!” you squeal. “he’s a shelter dog!”
“he is?” hiro is in awe, slowly reaching out to cradle the little guy in his arms.
“i met him the other day when i woke up early and ran errands without you guys. isn’t he just the cutest?” big hands dwarf the small pooch as they gently pet his head and stroke his fur.
“does he have a name?” tooru has the good sense to ask.
“mhm, the lady at the shelter said his previous owner named him ponyo.”
“ponyo…” issei whispered, eyes shining.
“i know we’re nowhere near ready to start thinking about kids,” you start, the topic of the conversation instantly drawing their attention. tooru even ignored ponyo’s little tongue lapping at his fingers. “but i thought we could use an addition to our family.”
“y/n, princess, we obviously all love him already, but we’re busy with work- well, most of us are. who’s gonna take care of him?” hajime questions, almost reluctantly.
“i mean, hiro is home all the time since he’s still unemployed (“i said i was looking, damn!”), but i actually got promoted so my schedule is way more flexible and i can work from home most of the time.” your voice trails off bashfully, but they give you no time to be embarrassed, swallowing you up in a huge hug.
“why didn’t you say anything sooner, baby? we’re so proud of you!” now you know how the dog felt being smothered by their affection, not that it was anything new for you.
“uhh, surprise?”
“fuck yea, surprise! god, you’re incredible. lemme make a list of things we’ll need to get for ponyo once the stores reopen tomorrow.”
“actually…”
“you didn’t.”
“i did, with help from my best friend.” going into the lowest cupboards in the kitchen, you show off the bag of dog food and water and food bowls you bought soon after visiting the shelter. “his bed and crate are in the other closet by the washroom.”
“how did we get so lucky?” takahiro asks aloud, making you blush as the others nod in sync, all of them blown away by your thoughtfulness.
“this is nothing. i just wanted to show you guys how much i love you.” you play with your fingers, a little overwhelmed now that the initial excitement has worn off. “oh wait!”
“there’s more?” tooru asks, shocked.
“but wait, there’s more!” mattsun and makki chime in simultaneously, making you laugh as you retrieve the last present. you hop over to where tooru was sitting on the sofa with ponyo on his lap, scooping the dog up and locking the two of you in the bathroom. a couple minutes later, you open the door to let ponyo scurry over to his dads, who coo softly once they see him come around the sofa.
“when did you have time to do this?”
“my pants were a little long, so i hemmed them one night after you guys passed out on the sofa watching your old volleyball matches. i kinda guessed ponyo’s measurements based on standard info i found on the internet, but it fits perfectly so i’m glad!” looking at the little sweater you made for your new family member out of the extra fabric from your pj pants, you couldn’t stop the pleased grin that broke out on your face. “now even ponyo matches with us!”
while your gaze was trained on the tiny dog that was exploring his new home, theirs were stuck on you, your resemblance with a proud mother struck something in them, giving them thoughts of you with their children. yes, children. but for now they shoved those images to the backs of their minds, meeting each other’s stares to confirm they were all in silent agreement.
“we’re gonna make breakfast, you just sit there ‘n look pretty while you watch ponyo, yea?” issei announces before pulling you into a searing kiss as he walks by.
“not that that’s hard for you,” iwa tags on, kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair following mattsun into the kitchen.
“but i’m always hard for you.” you yelp when hiro playfully slaps your ass, flipping him off as he trails after the other two with a loud hoot. tooru comes up behind you and rubs your sore cheek, spinning you around so that you were face to face.
“why’d you do this to me, y/n-chan?” you meet his frown with a confused look of your own. “now it’s gonna be even harder for me to go back to argentina.”
“oh, tooru,” you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to bring him close. “you have the next few weeks to spend with us and our new baby.” as if he knew you were talking about him, ponyo pads over to sit by your feet, tail wagging. oikawa sighs melodramatically.
“a few weeks is nothing compared to the months i’ll be gone!”
“oi, shittykawa, you better not be complaining after everything this morning,” hajime hollers from the kitchen.
“love you, too, iwa-chan!” tooru calls back instinctively then he looks back down at you, his eyes giving away how much leaving will hurt him and it nearly makes you tear up with him.
“tooru, baby, it sucks every time you leave us, but you’re following your dreams and doing what you love. and we want to support you all the way, even if it means doing so from across the world. but with my new work schedule, i’ll be able to call or text you pretty much whenever. and just think how much sweeter it’ll be the next time you do come home to us. so don’t be too sad, okay, my love? we’ll all be here waiting for you.”
as the last words leave your lips, tooru has you pulled flush against him, arms wrapped tight around your body. his face was hidden, but you could feel the sobs in hot breaths against your shoulder. you guided him over to the sofa and let him cry, petting his hair and peppering kisses on his tear-streaked face until he tired himself out.
issei, hajime, and takahiro come out of the kitchen with stacks of pancakes and all the fixings, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you once they see tooru snoozing in your lap. iwa picks ponyo up before he could get a bite of your breakfast while you gently shake your boyfriend awake. mattsun and makki set up ponyo’s crate and bedding, leaving him with a toy to keep him occupied while the five of you filled up your plates.
sitting in the living room of the apartment you shared with your four boyfriends on christmas day, stuffing your face with fruit and whipped cream topped pancakes that they made, in matching pajamas with your new rescue dog scampering about, you couldn’t ask for a better gift underneath the tree.
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Remember Me: Chapter Three
Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones?
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Mentions of drugging and sexual assault. Small bit of violence.
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Chapter Three - Hunger
Bucky had been awake most of the night watching Y/N sleep soundly on his lap but eventually his tiredness took over and he fell asleep himself. When he opened his eyes to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, he immediately looked down to see Y/N not there anymore. There was a small bubble of panic as he got up quickly, walking to the kitchen to see Peggy with a mug of coffee. Without a word, she pointed to the front door with a smile to let him know where Y/N was. Bucky gave a soft smile of thankfulness before making his way to the front door, opening it as his eyes fell on Y/N’s back as she sat on the porch steps. He froze in that moment, listening her hum the tune to their song. Was she remembering bits and pieces? He slowly moved to sit next to to her.
Y/N stopped humming when she noticed Bucky sit by her, looking at him quickly. She had a banana on her lap with a cut through it and was practicing sutures on it with tweezers in her hands that held the needle and thread, “Good morning, sleepy head.” She said with a smile towards him before returning her focus on her practice sutures, “You ever wake up with a song in your head that feels like it’s your favorite song but can’t remember it? Because I cannot get this song out of my head and I can’t look it up because I don’t know the words, just the tune.”
Bucky smiled over at her, watching as she threaded the needle through the peel of the banana and suture the peel back together with black thread, “Everyday darlin’,” He told her. Their song had been stuck in his head on repeat since the night they found it. It was one of his favorite memories. Y/N had snuck out with him and they went to a field on his dirt bike. He had brought a blanket so they could watch the stars together while the little radio he had played music. He kissed her for the first time to the song Hunger by Ross Copperman. It had been stuck in his head from that moment on, like a theme song to their relationship, “Is the banana going to make it?”
Y/N giggled a little bit, “I think so. I’m a very good surgeon.” She told him as she tied a knot onto the last suture and put the tweezers down in her lap as well, “There. He should live a long life of 24 hours before he turns to mush.” She looked back at him, running her eyes along his facial features. She had never seen a smile so sincere that she could remember, “I’m practicing so eventually I can go back to work at the hospital. From what Steve says, I have a very good reputation there as their old trauma surgeon and they’d be happy to have me back. Plus I still have all my memories when it comes to medicine and surgical procedures which should help.”
“That’s great.” Bucky told her, happy that she was still pursuing the thing she had dreamed about since she graduated. Y/N was still her, even without her memories. He couldn’t help but wish the things she remembered were him and the love they had between them. It was an epic love and Bucky wanted that back, “I should probably head home and change into some clean clothes. I’ll be back later to replace the fan in your room so you can sleep soundly.”
Y/N looked at him, observing him as he spoke. She could see something in his eyes that didn’t want to leave. Or maybe it was that he didn’t want to leave her. She bit her lip, “I was actually thinking, since we were so close before, maybe seeing your place would bring back some memories. Plus Peggy already said they didn’t have anything for breakfast.” She smiled at him, “Do you have breakfast supplies? I can cook while you change and stuff.”
Bucky grinned at her idea, it was just what he wanted. Her to come home with him, “Sounds like a plan, doll.” He told her, knowing he had supplies for her favorite food already. He had gone to the store as soon as he heard she was coming home, buying all her favorite things to eat in case she remembered him and came back home, “You think you remember how to make blueberry pancakes?”
Y/N scrunched her nose as if trying to think of the steps on how to cook, “Nope.” She said with a large pucker of her lips on the sound of the ‘p,’ “But I’m a surgeon. I can figure out how to make pancakes… probably.” She said with a small laugh before licking her lips and staring at him, “Does this mean you’re taking me home on your motorcycle?”
Bucky stood and smiled down at her, “Oh no, I still think you need some more time after I found you walking down the street in the middle of the night. I just live a street down, we can walk it isn’t far.” As much as he would like to take her home on his bike, he didn’t want to rush things with her and knew Steve wouldn’t be too keen on the idea.
Y/N nodded, a little sad she wasn’t going to be able to remember the feeling Bucky had told her about when she rode with him but was happy to adventure out of the four walls of Steve’s home. She stood by him for a moment before opening the door and telling Peggy she was going with Bucky and she was alright before turning back to the dark haired man, “Lead the way, Bucky.” She told him with a smile and a wave of her hand, following as he walked, “I’m curious, tell me more about this girl you loved.”
Bucky looked at her as he walked down the sidewalk beside her, “Love.” He corrected, “I still love her and I always will.” He stared at her for a moment as if waiting for her to say it back before connoting, “We were a very unlikely match, total opposites. I already told you she was smart, I have no idea how she fell in love with me. I was a mess, always getting in fights and causing trouble. When she came into my life, she was like the little angel that appeared on my shoulder that helped me choose the right path to go down.” He smiled at the memories, “But she always told me I was the one that made her feel truly alive, like the world was brighter and made sense. She calmed my wild soul and I brought out the wild in her’s.” He had rambled on the whole time they walked, not being able to stop himself until they were in his driveway, “Home, sweet, home.”
Y/N smiled as she listened to Bucky talk about the woman he loved. It was obvious he was still completely and undeniably in love with her. She looked at the house, taking in its features when they stopped, “It’s a pretty house.” She complimented before following him inside. She watched Bucky hurry and pick up a shoe box on the coffee table, taking it into what she assumed was his bedroom. Curiosity sparked in her as it seemed like Bucky didn’t want her to see it and that made her want to know more but wouldn’t pry. She went to the kitchen, “Okay… Pancakes..” She said to herself as she closed her eyes tightly trying to remember the ingredients. When she opened them, Bucky was already pulling out all the ingredients with a smile on his lips, “Thank you. I’ll try not the screw it up.”
Bucky watched her scan over the ingredients and when he saw she didn’t remember where to start, he pulled out a notebook. Y/N always wrote down the recipes she loved. It helped Bucky cook a few meals for her when she got home from working at the hospital, “Here’s the recipe. You got this.” He encouraged, “I’m going to take a quick shower. Try not to burn the house down.” He said as he started walking out of the kitchen and down a hallway towards the bathroom.
Y/N watched him go before scanning her eyes over the recipe. She tilted her head as she recognized it as her own hand writing. She bit her lip lost in thought for a moment, trying to put puzzle pieces together. She finally snapped out of it and looked at the ingredients nodding to herself, “Alright, Y/N. You know how to do a double lung transplant. You can make blueberry pancakes.” She encouraged herself. She wondered around the kitchen, finding pans and utensils to help and started the mission of making breakfast.
Bucky came out to find Y/N flipping pancakes with extreme focus on her face as if it was a life or death situation which made him smile. He wore dark jeans with a short sleeved black shirt that showed off his tattooed left arm. He walked into the kitchen, gently taking the spatula from Y/N who looked grateful that he was taking over, “They look delicious. I’ll finish up.” He told her, adding the blueberries and flipping the pancakes.
Y/N let out a sigh of relief when Bucky took over, stepping back and hoping up onto the counter as she watched him closely, observing every move he made while he cooked. She couldn’t deny she was attracted to him, something about him drew her towards him. She ran her eyes up and down his figure, biting her lip as she took in every part of him. Y/N was very observant and when she saw the small red heart tattoos between the rest of his ink, her eyes narrowed. She recognized them as her own which made her curiosity grow. When she first woke up after having the bullet removed, the doctors had her draw shapes and write her name to make sure she still had the ability to write and those hearts looked exactly like the ones she had drawn.
Bucky turned to look at Y/N, seeing her looking at his tattoos. He wondered if it was sparking anything to remember him. He held two plates of pancakes in his hands which he set down on the table gently before pulling out the syrup and pulling out a chair for Y/N, “Breakfast is served.”
Y/N took a seat in the chair Bucky pulled out for her, “Thank you.” She said with a smile towards him, picking up the syrup and slathering enough on to cause a toothache, but she always had a sweet tooth. She licked her lips slightly at the view before digging in.
Bucky kept his promise to Y/N, replacing the fan in her bedroom with a small chandelier which made her smile when it sparkled in the light. Y/N got to know Bucky better. He was over everyday entertaining her but as much as she brought up the idea of Bucky taking her on a ride, he would deny it and his reason was that Steve wouldn’t like it. Y/N was smart and everyday she spent with Bucky and listened to him talk about the girl he once loved, the puzzle pieces slowly started to be put together in her mind. She had a feeling by the way he talked and spoke to her that she may be this mystery woman that he had broken the heart of but she wouldn’t know unless she asked. One day at dinner with Steve and Peggy, Y/N finally built up the courage to confront her brother on her thoughts, “Stevie, did Bucky and I use to date?” She said out of the blue.
Peggy and Steve both almost choked on their food at the question, sharing a look. Steve looked at Y/N trying to keep a straight face, “What.. Why would you ask that?”
Y/N bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at their reaction. She was pretty sure she was given her answer by the way they choked on their food. Or she was dead wrong and they couldn’t believe her question, “Just some things I’ve noticed. He has a recipe book in my handwriting at his house and the heart tattoos look like hearts I draw.” She said, giving him a short list instead of talking about the way Bucky looks and speaks to her. The way he made her feel.
Steve opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find a good answer so looked to Peggy with pleading eyes for help.
Peggy looked at Steve then smiled gently at Y/N, “You should talk to Bucky about that, honey.” She said simply.
Y/N frowned a little at them, her eyes flickering between the two, “Why can’t you just tell me?”
They both stayed silent for a moment as if trying to think of a good answer, glancing at each other and their food trying to avoid eye contact with Y/N who was staring at them intently.
Y/N rolls her eyes and sighs, standing up, “I’m not going to break.” She told them with bitterness in her voice before walking towards the front door. She grabbed her small backpack and a jacket, pulling it over her figure and opening the front door, “Don’t report me as missing person!” She called back before exiting the home. She walked down the street, muttering words under her breath in frustration towards her brother. Why couldn’t he just answer the question? It bothered her and she wanted answers about who she was and who she was to Bucky. Y/N found herself walking into a bar, smiling slightly when she saw someone she recognized sitting at the bar from the BBQ, Sam. Y/N hoped up on the stool next to him, “Hi. Sam, right?”
Sam looked at her, holding a bottle of beer in his hands, “Y/N! Yeah, Sam.” he smiled at her. He had known her for a few years, he was one of Steve’s army friends, “Whatcha doin here?”
Y/N shrugs, “Brothers being annoying. Needed to get away for a little bit. Do you know what kind of alcohol I like?” She asks with a tilt of her head. She remembered she has drank before but couldn’t remember what she enjoyed.
“Tequila. Lots of tequila.” Sam remembered with a small laugh, “You said it got you through your surgical internship.” He waved his hand at the bartender, “Can we get a tequila shot?” To which the bartender nodded and placed it in front of Y/N with a lime.
Y/N narrows her eyes at the liquid in the shot glass in front of her with a lime resting on the top, “Okay, so lime first or second?”
Sam chuckled, picking up the lime and putting it on his napkin, “You don’t like the lime.” He reminded before watching her take the shot and her nose crinkle, “Just like old times.”
Y/N wrinkled her nose at the sting then let out a small laugh, “Yup. That is definitely something I would fall in love with.” She looked away from Sam as another man sat next to her with a smile. She didn’t recognize him but from the look on his face it seemed like he knew her from how comfortable he was to come up to her.
“Hey, pretty girl.” The short haired dark man said to her. He had a sharp jaw that matched his sharp cheek bones with some stubble for a beard, “It’s been a while.”
Y/N bit her lip at the new man, “I’m sorry… I don’t remember who you are.” She told him, “I lost my memories on deployment from an injury so you’re going to have to reintroduce yourself.” She added quickly as to not hurt his feelings.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He smiles at her before holding out his hand, “Brock Rumlow. We used to hang out, or at least you came to one of my parties when we were younger. It was fun.”
Y/N scrunched her nose in thought, “Nope, sorry don’t remember. But it’s nice to meet you again.” She smiled at him. She hadn’t noticed Sam glaring at the man and didn’t notice when he got up and walked away to make a call.
Sam stood away from as many people as he could, dialing a number on his phone and pressing it to his ear as he watched Y/N talk to Brock who was buying her another shot of tequila, “Hey, Buck. It’s Sam…. I’m at the Howlin’ Cammandos bar with Y/N…. She said her brother was being annoying and wound up here, I don’t know man. Listen, Rumlow just came over and reintroduced himself to her…. Yes, Brock Rumlow the one you and Steve told me about…. He’s buying her shot after shot… Alright, I’ll stay close to her..” He hung up the phone, shaking his head before returning to his spot beside Y/N, listening to Brock put all the moves on her while she laughed like it was the first time she had heard his cheesy pick-up lines which Sam determined was because she couldn’t remember hearing them before.
It didn’t take long for Bucky to walk through the doors, immediately grabbing Brock by his shoulder to turn him around before landing a hard punch straight to his nose. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the bar, “I told you to never come near her again!” He growled out at Brock before landing a punch to Brock’s cheek followed by another. He wasn’t holding back, he was putting everything he had into every punch.
Y/N jumped a little at the sight, her jaw falling open as she watched Bucky punch Brock. She looked at Sam as if it say ‘help’ and watched as Sam got up and separated the two, pushing Brock out the door telling him to get out of here. Y/N looked at Bucky once Sam had gotten rid of Brock, “What the hell, Bucky?” She said to him.
Bucky turned his angry stare to Y/N after watching Sam drag Brock out the doors, “C’mon. I’m taking you home.” He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside. Sam was standing out there, watching as Brock’s car pulled out onto the street before heading back inside with a nod towards Bucky. Bucky kept pulling Y/N towards his motorcycle, passing her a helmet, “Put it on.”
Y/N held the helmet in her hands for a moment before setting it down on the seat of his Harley, “No. Not until you tell me what that was all about.”
Bucky rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, picking up the helmet again and holding it out to her, “Put it on, Y/N. I’m taking you home.” He said again in a more stern voice.
Y/N folded her arms instead of taking the helmet, frowning at him. She was already irritated at Steve and now she felt like she was being babysat by Bucky, “Talk or I walk.”
Bucky stared at her, knowing that look. She was stubborn and she would walk away from him if he didn’t spill what he knew, “Fine, Y/N. When you were eighteen you went to a party at Brock’s house because we got in a fight. You thought he slipped something in your drink and called me right away. I got there just in time to find his hands all over you in his bedroom while you were passed out but it hadn’t gone any further than him copping a feel. I told him if he ever came near you again, I’d kill him.” He sighs, “Now you’re back with no memories and he would’ve taken advantage of that. He’s not a good person, Y/N.”
Y/N looked suddenly saddened as Bucky spoke, her lips parting a little in shock. That was something she rather not remember and was partly grateful she wouldn’t have that memory living inside her brain. She looked down, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” She apologized. She sighed deeply before dropping her hands to her sides, “I asked Steve something tonight and he wouldn’t answer me. Peggy said I should talk to you about it.”
Bucky’s couldn’t help but frown as Y/N looked sad, that was something he didn’t want her to remember. It was an awful memory for both of them and Bucky had never felt such rage when he saw Brock’s hands all over her. He had beaten Brock to a pulp, almost unrecognizable and he would’ve again tonight if Sam wasn’t there to stop him, “What is it, doll?” He asks in a gentle tone, knowing whatever she had asked Steve was bothering her.
Y/N ran her tongue along her lips for a moment, not daring to look at Bucky. She wanted to know and she felt like she already knew the answer from all the hints Bucky had given her. Half of her didn’t want to ask but the tequila was giving her courage and the need to know was overwhelming, “Am I the girl you talk about? The one you still love?”
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2. Jay Park - Pregnancy Reveal
All the signs pointed right to it and I ignored them until I noticed that one of the main symptoms had been right in front of my face for three months. Each finger gripped onto the opposite hand for dear life as I waited for the pregnancy test to finish doing whatever it had to do for the next minute. But who would have thought a minute would feel like an hour? Sighing, I started moving my leg up and down until I saw the final bar stop loading giving me my results.
Pregnant.
It said pregnant.
Fuck.
Burying my face into my empty hand, I started to cry. So many emotions flooded through me as I thought about how I was going to tell my boyfriend, Jay. We’ve only been together for a complete year, so there was a possibility that he wouldn’t even want to have a child. After spending several moments trying to catch my breath, I hid the pregnancy test in my tampon box and left the bathroom. I was a little happy that Jay wouldn’t be home for another day or so, it gave me plenty of time to think. Nibbling on my lip, I texted Bradley asking him to come over. He was the one person I knew I could talk to because he and his husband already had a child. Badley let me know that he’d be here in fifteen minutes, so I went to the kitchen to brew some tea. I guess if I was pregnant now, I couldn’t drink coffee. Each minute felt like a decade and I couldn’t figure out why this was such a problem for me. If Jay didn’t want the baby, that was fine, I could be a single mother.
A knock echoed throughout my apartment and I felt relief wash over me. I opened the front door and Bradley was standing there with his husband, Dawson, and their one-year-old child, Macy. I smiled brightly and the both of them returned it.
“I’m sorry,” Bradley apologized, “when you called we were heading home after a family thing.”
“Oh no, don’t apologize,” I waved it off, “I’m the one who should be sorry for bothering you while you were with your family.”
Bradley wrapped his large, muscular arms around my tired body and I patted his back. I greeted Dawson after Bradley let go of me. Dawson was always a sweet person, so I knew having him here wasn’t going to be a problem. I could trust him just like I could trust Bradley and Jay.
Dawson placed Macy on the floor to play and I made three cups of tea, putting them on a basket weaved serving try along with sugar and honey. Sitting it on my mahogany brown coffee table, I took my seat next to Bradley.
“So what was it you wanted to talk about, Raegan?” Bradley asked while Dawson started making their cups of tea.
I was already stirring sugar into mine, “well, I guess the only way I can really get this out is just by telling you.”
He took a small sip from his tea.
“I’m pregnant.”
Bradley’s eyes widened and he almost spit out his tea as the words came out of my mouth. Somehow he manages to swallow it before looking at me.
“Are you serious?” He asked eyes still wide with shock.
I nodded my head slowly. He set his cup down and grabbed my hands.
“That’s amazing, Raegan,” he chirped, “how did Jay react?”
“I haven’t told him yet,” I said, “I’m scared that he’ll break up with me when he finds out about it.”
“Please. Jay loves you. Raegan. Why would he just leave?”
“Because we’ve only been together for a year.”
Fortunately for me, Bradley and Dawson were a great help in calming me down and talking it over with. I knew if I had called my mom or one of my siblings, they would gush over the baby and one of them would even tell Jay before I had the chance to do so. The three of us continued talking, finally accepting that there was nothing I could do but wait to see Jay’s reaction. However, they made it perfectly clear that they’d be there for me if Jay decided that this wasn’t what he wanted.
The day continued on and soon it was almost ten o’clock, however, Macy was sleeping on the couch since Bradley and Dawson didn’t want to leave just yet. Turns out they didn’t get to stay longer because Jay walked through my front door with his suitcase by his side. A little panic ran through me since I wasn’t expecting him home until maybe tomorrow or the next day.
Jay flashed all three of us one of his famous, toothy grins.
“Hey guys,” he said to Bradley and Dawson, “how are you two doing?”
“Great,” Bradley said, smiling.
Dawson agreed, “yep, we’re doing great. Macy has finally learned not to color on our walls, so we’re less stressed.”
Jay chuckled causing his chest to move, “well that’s good. Children can be a handful, but in the end, it’s worth it.”
What he said wasn’t enough to make me feel paranoid about his reaction to me being pregnant, but it was enough to send nervous shudders throughout my body. Jay walked over to me and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. I smiled weakly.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Oh yeah,” I lied, “I’m just tired.”
Bradley and Dawson were now leaving, and as they were walking out the door, Bradley engulfed me in another hug whispering in my ear that it’ll be okay no matter what happened. I wanted to believe him, but I really was scared of losing Jay. I loved him a lot, more than anyone I could possibly love.
Once the door was closed, I started cleaning up the tea from earlier and washing the dishes. Jay walked in from putting his suitcase in my bedroom. I felt him wrap his tattooed arm around my waist, placing his head in the crook of my neck.
“Raegan,” he whispered, the air from his mouth tickling my skin, “are you sure you’re okay?”
“Of course,” lying once again, “why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“You don’t seem too happy about me being here.”
“It was a surprise since I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow or the next day.”
He chuckled and turned me to face him, “well I’ve been away for three months already, I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
I giggled as he leaned down and pressed his soft, full lips against my own. Our lips moved in sync as I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his next. Soap started dripping on him but he didn’t care to move away, he just continued to kiss me. Once we finally did pull away, our foreheads still remained touching.
“Are you hungry?” I asked gently, “I can cook something up for you.”
“No, I just wanna go to bed,” he replied, picking me up bridal style, “I’m tired and you’re tired, so let’s gets some rest.”
He carefully placed me down on my side of the bed before stripping to his boxers and climbing into the spot next to me. Every worry that was in my head was now gone because I still had time to think this through before I told him. For now, we’d go to bed happy and in love, tomorrow, we’ll see what happens. With a big smile on my face, I fell asleep wrapped in Jay’s arms.
*Jay’s p.o.v*
The sun was barely up when I was torn from my sleep. Raegan’s spot was empty and the bathroom light was on, door ajar. From inside I could hear the sound of my girlfriend throwing up over the toilet bowl. I hopped out of bed and ran over to the door, tapping three times before entering. Raegan was hurled over the toilet trying to keep her hair out of her face. I took her soft hair into my hands and held it back for her until she was finished. My large palm rubbing small circles into her back letting her know I was here. A minute or two passed until she was done, then I helped her undress and get in the shower so she could clean up.
“You didn’t tell me you were sick,” I called out while disinfecting the toilet and cleaning around it.
“I didn’t want you to worry,” she lied, just as she did yesterday when she said she was okay.
Raegan liked to pretend she was a good liar, but I knew her. She was terrible at it and you could tell by the small gestures she made. Fidgeting with her fingers or sleeve, biting her bottom lip hard, avoiding any type of eye contact with you when she could. All three of those things she’d done yesterday when I came home. I didn’t want to pry or force her to tell me, all I had to do was hope she’d be able to soon.
I was finishing sweeping up around the toilet when I accidentally knocked over her tampons. Mentally kicking myself in the ass for making a bigger mess, as her lady products spread all over the floor, I began picking them up. That’s when I saw a pregnancy test against the counter. I picked it up and felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
She was pregnant.
I quickly finished picking up her tampons, put them back where they were supposed to go, and went into the room to put on some pants. Just as she was walking out of the bathroom, drying her red hair, I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket. I smiled at her.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
“Actually yeah,” she said, smiling back at me.
“Why don’t you get some more sleep?” I asked, grabbing her hand gently, “I’ll make you some breakfast and wake you when it’s done.”
Might as well since it was already almost six o’clock in the morning and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. I was already processing Raegan being pregnant and the more I thought about it, the more excited I felt.
Raegan didn’t argue, she just climbed into bed and let me tuck her in. I pressed soft kisses against her forehead and she smiled as her eyes closed. I gave her one more kiss before heading into the kitchen to fix her some pancakes.
By the time breakfast was finished, it was almost seven o’clock. Normally it didn’t take that long to cook, but I was making sure everything was perfect. I even ended up going to the store to buy some freshly made juice and a single rose. Also doing the cleaning so that Raegan didn’t have to wake up to a dirty kitchen caused by her boyfriend. Figured that would stress her out.
Placing her bowl of fresh fruits, pancakes, coffee, flower, and syrup on her basket weaved tray, I carried it to her carefully. She was already awake when I went in there, scrolling through her phone. A smile appeared on her face when she saw me.
“Jay,” she giggled, sitting up, “you did all this for me?”
“Absolutely,” I hummed, “nothing’s too good for my girl.”
She giggled again before the smile on her face fell. I frowned. What happened?
“Is everything okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Jay there’s something I need to tell you. I don’t know how you’re going to react and I don’t know if you’re even going to want to be with me after I tell you, but I need to tell you before I chicken out again.”
Was this why she hadn’t told me right away she was pregnant? Was she afraid I’d leave her?
I knew Raegan didn’t have much trust in people when I met her, considering what happened to her, but I always thought maybe she knew I’d never leave her side.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test. Her eyes widened.
“I know already, Rae,” I said, smiling reassuringly, “I found it when I was cleaning up your products I knocked down while sweeping.”
“So you aren’t mad?” She quizzed.
“Why would I be mad?” I laughed happily, “you’re the best girlfriend a guy could possibly ask for. You’re kind, smart, beautiful, and so much more. I’d be lucky to have a child with you. Plus, I’m not getting any younger.”
Overwhelming tears started falling down her cheeks as she cried at my sweet words. I smiled and wiped them away. I knew she was only scared, but all I wanted was to make her feel safe and comfortable with me.
“I shouldn’t have worried,” she sniffled, a small laugh dripping from her lips, “it was stupid to think you wouldn’t want me anymore.”
The two of us only laughed as she began stuffing her face with pancakes. Everything just felt right. In nine months, the girl I was incredibly head over heels for would be having our beautiful child. Only one thing was missing. I grabbed Raegan’s hand and she looked at me.
“One more thing,” I said.
“Okay.”
She wiped her lips with the napkin before giving me her undivided attention. I scooted the breakfast over a little and sat in front of her.
“It doesn’t seem right to bring a baby into a family without his family together,” I said, “and I know I don’t have a ring yet, but will you marry me, Raegan Young.”
She threw her arms around me and nodded fiercely.
“Of course I’ll marry you.”
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Or Not?
Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader
Summary🪄: River and Chris plan the perfect Mother’s Day surprise, but actually get surprised themselves.
⚠️: None, all fluff💕!
A/N: Another addition to the River series I thought about releasing for Mother’s Day (which has now passed 🤦🏾♀️ lol). I honestly don’t feel the best about this, but I hope you guys like it☺️!
“What do I do with this?,” River asks holding up the small bag of lemons as he and his father enter the bright kitchen illuminated by the sunlight still brightly shining outside.
“I’ll take it bud,” Chris smiles placing the plastic bag on the counter next to all the other ingredients he’d need to use for tonight. “Now both of us need to wash our hands so we can start cooking for mommy.”
This Mother’s Day, both Evans’ boys wanted to do something extra sweet to show their appreciation for the special woman in their lives. And what sweeter way than make dinner for you?
A little after you left for a day of relaxation and pampering at the spa with your mother- and sister-in-laws (an additional gift planned by Chris and their respective husbands), the duo journeyed to the grocery store for everything he’d need for your honey garlic Salmon meal served over rice with lemon butter broccolini. Now staring at the recipe in front of him, he just hoped he didn’t destroy this one like he did with your pancake breakfast a couple weeks ago.
In his defense, how was he to know the chocolate chips would make them stick to the pan, which also claimed to be “non-stick”.
“Daddy, you sure about this?,” River asks holding up his arms so he could be lifted onto the counter.
“Of course! You doubting our skills?”
“Well, I thought mommy always cooks ‘cause you can’t?,” he innocently asks making Chris dramatically scoff before tickling the little boy’s sides, filling the kitchen with wild giggles and chuckles.
“I can cook, okay? Your mom just likes her cooking better....and so do I,” he admits before turning back to his laptop screen to read where he should begin. “Now, how do I tell if this is the Salmon with the skin?”
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Slightly reaching on his tip toes, River carefully sets the silver fork next to the steaming plate nicely arranged and waiting for you to enjoy. Chris timed it just right that a few minutes after you texted you were on your way, he began cleaning his used dishes and plating everyone’s food. He prayed it tasted as delicious as it looked, but if not at least he made something picture worthy he could pass off as a win.
The jingle of keys unlocking the front door signal both and Dodger (not quite understanding what was happening but not wanting to be left out), to take their positions in the foyer with River holding a bouquet of flowers as he rested on Chris’ hip.
“Happy Mother’s Day!,” they smile as you enter the air conditioned home. Your hand instantly finding your heart as you audibly aw’d at the sight in front of you.
“Thank you my babies!,” you beam wrapping your arms around both of them kissing your son’s cheek before joining your lips with you husband’s. “More gifts?”
“Mhm! We saw these at the store,” River answers giving you the mixed bouquet filled with an assortment of deep purples, pinks, and reds. Bringing the beautiful bundle to your nose, you try to take in their floral scent but another more overwhelming one makes it difficult for you to revel in.
“D-Did you cook fish?”
“Yea, Salmon. Why?,” Chris states growing a bit concerned from the discomfort he could see in the slight shift of your body language.
“Nothing I just, uh, need to use the bathroom really quick. You guys go ahead and eat, I’ll be back soon.”
Handing off your latest gift, both boys watch you hurry down the hall to your bedroom throughly confusing them due to your sudden lack of excitement for one of your favorite dishes.
“Mommy doesn’t like it?,” River asks looking up at his father with disappointment laced in his small voice.
“Noo, she loves it bubs! You and Dodge go put these on the table while I go check on mom.” Taking the flowers and doing as he’s told, Chris eventually follows your path to find you in the bathroom leaning over the sink with your head resting on your folded arms taking deep breaths. You’re startled feeling his larger hand gently drag up and around your back in soothing circles, but you dare not sit up to avoid further nauseating yourself.
“Hey what’s going on? Last time you were like this you were-.” He stops himself just as your shy, tired eyes turn to meet his, silently conveying he was on the right track. “Wait...seriously?”
Seeing the small, ziplock bag holding the two positive pregnancy tests you removed from the top drawer nearly brings tears to his eyes, as he leans down sweetly kissing your temple over and over with his body enveloping yours.
“We were getting our nails done, and after a while it’s like I couldn’t stand being in the room. Your mom just thought it was all the scents getting to me, but then I realized I’m late and, well here we are,” you weakly laugh. “Sorry I ruined your dinner plans.”
“Aw sweetheart don’t worry about that. Me and River will take care of it.”
“Mommy? You okay?,” a quiet, apprehensive voice asks from the bathroom door.
“Yes honey I’m fine,” you smile from his concern, “but daddy and I need to show you something.”
Inching closer to where you two stood, Chris lifts him to rest on his hip as soon as he’s close enough holding the clear bag in his free hand.
“What’s that?,” River asks tilting his head at the two pink and white marker looking objects his dad was showing.
“These are tests mommies take to know if they’re gonna have a baby or not. You wanna know what the ones your mom took said?”
“Mhmm!”
“Well according to this plus sign,” Chris explains, “you’re gonna be a big brother.”
His lips spread into the widest smile as his arms stretch above his head nearly smacking his father’s jaw on the way up. A very enthusiastic “yes!” falls from his lips causing you and your husband to softly laugh.
“The baby fairy came!”
“She did bud! And now we wait a few months and we’ll find out if it’s a girl or a boy.”
“I hope it’s both!”
“You mean you hope it’s twins? Like two babies?,” you ask. Mentally making any deal you could for that not to happen as he nods his head with a toothy grin.
“Twins would be cute though babe,” Chris adds with his own innocent smile making you sigh.
“Well sweetie, we’ll also have to wait and find that out too. And if it is, then mommy’s gonna invent a machine where she can swap bodies with daddy.”
“Ohh cool!”
“When you get older, I’ll explain how it’s not as cool as you think,” he whispers.
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Damon Salvatore x reader
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You were fixing your makeup when Damon walked into the room, “Hey, you need to take a shower cause I’m almost ready to go.” You smile. The two of you were having date night. It was the one night this week you didn’t have to work and the two of you could use a night to yourself.
“Sorry, I have to go.” He’s grabbing his phone and keys from the bedside table.
You turn around in the chair, “Wait, what? Why?”
“I’ll be back before our reservation. I promise.” He walks over and leans down to kiss you, but you pull back.
“Damon, this is our date night. The only night I have off.” You frown, “What could be more important than that?” That’s when it dawned on you; Elena Gilbert.
He can tell it’s registered with you, “I’m sorry, I have to go. She needs me and you know Stefan is in ripper mode. I promise I’ll be back before the reservation.”
You sigh before nodding, “Fine. Whatever.”
He presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door, “I love you!”
“I love you too,” You mutter, turning back to the mirror. You knew he wouldn’t make it back in time. You grab your makeup remover wipes and begin taking off the makeup.
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You’d fallen asleep by the time he made it back from Elena’s. He pressed a soft kiss to your head before slipping in bed next to you. The next morning when you woke up, he wasn’t in bed. Sighing you got out of bed and brushed your teeth before making your way downstairs. You could hear laughing and what sounded like someone cooking. Throwing your hair into a ponytail you walk into the kitchen to find Damon making breakfast and across from him at the island was… Elena. Of course.
“Good morning..”
Both of them look up and smile, “Good morning, coffee is on the counter.” Damon motions behind him with the spatula.
“Elena.” You mumble, walking by her.
“Damon’s making pancakes.” She says, sipping her coffee.
You nod, “I can see that.” You walk over to the counter and pour yourself a cup of coffee, “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I brought her back with me last night. Just didn’t think it was safe with her being there without Jeremy.” Damon says, flipping a pancake.
You turn around and lean against the counter, taking a sip of your coffee, humming in response. You can see she’s watching Damon, who is of course shirtless, make the pancakes.
She smiles, “Damon was sweet enough to bring me back last night. I was having a rough night.”
You give her a forced smile, “Yeah he’s sweet isn’t he?” You set your coffee down and wrap your arm around Damon, leaning up to kiss him on the lips, slipping your tongue along his lower lip. You knew what it did to him. “good morning handsome..” You smile into the kiss.
He sets the spatula down and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close, “Good morning to you too.” He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again.
“Bring me breakfast upstairs?” You ask, grabbing a strawberry and taking a bite of it, winking at him before slipping out of the kitchen and back upstairs, making sure to sway your hips as you leave. You needed to make sure Elena knew Damon was taken, which is why when Damon came upstairs to give you breakfast, you didn’t stay quiet. You made sure she knew Damon was happily taken.
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The next evening at the Grill you were serving behind the bar when you spotted Damon walking in. He was looking around the bar and you thought he was looking for you. You smiled and went to raise your hand so he’d know you were behind the bar tonight but his eyes met someone else at the back. Your eyes followed his and there was Elena, Caroline and Bonnie.
He made his way over and you watched as Elena gave him a hug and then he sat down next to her. You frowned and decided you’d bring him his favorite; bourbon. You walked over with the glass and bottle, “Hey.”
He glanced up at you, then back at the girls. “Hey.. So-”
“Do you want a glass?” You ask, setting the glass down and beginning to pour the drink.
“No i’m fine.”
“Okay.. well do you want something else?” Your hand goes to his shoulder, but he pushes you off.
“jesus y/n, stop being so clingy!” He turns to you in his seat, motioning to the girls, “We’re trying to have a conversation.”
You gulp back tears and nod, “Sorry.” You whisper, taking the glass and bottle before heading to the bar then making your way to the back room where you took a few moments to yourself. also known as crying your eyes out.
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You didn’t go straight home after your shift, but instead found yourself sitting at the bar, throwing back drinks. Your phone buzzes next to you. 5 missed calls from Damon and 4 text messages. And you were the one being clingy?
You switched your phone off and threw back another drink, setting it down, “Hit me.”
“Are you sure? You haven’t ate anything today..” Matt says from behind the bar.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve had a shitty day.” You slide the drink to him. You could already feel the room spinning. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank them so quickly.
Matt started pouring you another. “Don’t pour her another.” Damon was at your side.
Matt stops and looks between the two of you. “I mean it Donovan. She’s cut off. How many has she had?” He can tell you’re swaying in your seat.
“I’m not sure.” Matt says, “I only just got here. She’s been here since the end of her shift.”
“Alright, come on princess.” He starts to help you off the stool but you push his hands away.
“You mean you pulled yourself away from Elena Gilbert long enough to come check on your girlfriend?” You slur, “Apparently i’m clingy.” You say looking at Matt. “For wanting to be around my boyfriend. That makes me clingy.”
Damon sighs and rolls his eyes, “You know I didn’t mean that. Now stop, let’s get you home.” He starts at you again.
“I can get up myself!” You slowly try to get down off the stool, stumbling a little.
“Okay, let’s go.” He reaches down and picks you up bridal style, “Thanks for calling Donovan.”
Matt nods, “No problem.”
You poke at Damon’s face, “you’re really handsome. I can see why Elena would want you. And I mean she could totally steal you out from under me. She’s prettier.”
Damon rolls his eyes as he carries you to the car, “She would not steal me out from under you. And she isn’t prettier.” He gently sets you down, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up as he opens the door.
“She is though! and she’s always around you. You’re always around her.” He helps you inside and buckles you up, “I bet you two are fucking.”
“You’re drunk, y/n. Nothing is going on with me and Elena.” He shuts the door and by the time he’s rounded the car, you’ve already passed out.
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The next morning you wake with a headache and the sun shining through the curtains. Groaning you roll over on your side.
“Good morning.”
You jump a little, opening your eyes to see Damon laying beside you. “Jesus, Damon, I din’t know you were here.”
He nods, “Today is all about me and you.” He sits up and grabs the water and tylenol from his bedside table, handing it to you, “No elena, no stefan drama. Just me and you.”
You slowly sit up and take the tylenol, “What’s got you wanting to spend the day with me?”
“You were right I have been spending a lot of time with Elena. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you yesterday for bringing me something to drink.” He puts the water back on the table, “It was a dick move.”
You sit back against the headboard, looking at him, “Just me and you today?”
He nods, holding his arm up so you can cuddle into his chest, “Just me and you.”
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Breakfast at Tiffany’s - Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tiffany Addams)
Tiffany surprises Ethan with a fancy breakfast.
It’s all cute until it turns to filth. Then it’s fluff again. Aaaaand back to slutty. A three-course, self-indulgent breakfast, if I may convey.
Rating/Category: Explicit / smut with a side of fluff
Warnings: p*rn with no plot, language
Author’s note: Coming back to my OH2 more or less canon fic business!
Here’s the smutty part of the little band aid I promised for all the harm I’ve done to you with Home With You AU. I just wanted to give you something sweet before we proceed with the emotional rollercoaster in Chapter 3...Well, I did my best, but my filthy mind would never allow me to write some pure and innocent fluff 😅 Hope it’s not too slutty for you lol You’ve been warned!
Please, forgive me the title - I just saw the opportunity and I took it lol
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Ethan opened his eyes with a sinking feeling this Thursday would be out of the new ordinary. His bed was cold and empty. There was no cascade of black hair unwittingly waking him up with a gentle tickle on his skin, no tender caress begging him to stay in the sheets a tad longer.
Another surprise awaited when an overfamiliar appetizing smell hit his nostrils, forcing him to rush out of bed in order to investigate the unexpected scene.
The missing piece of Ethan's morning routine was dancing her way through the kitchen, wreaking sweet havoc with a pile of dirty dishes and different ingredients scattered all over the kitchen island, just to cook a tower of flawlessly fluffy pancakes – now proudly placed on display near the oven. They looked perfect, but not as perfect as Tiffany in the weak morning light; her dark wavy hair falling down on bare shoulders, in contrast to the lacy white lingerie set that flaunted all her curves. She was swinging to the tune she whistled to herself, oblivious of the lurking admirer.
„I don't think I'll ever get used to this view.” Ethan's voice got her spinning around in a flutter to face him. He was leaning against the fridge, an adoring smile playing on his lips as his eyes were roaming over her silhouette. She flushed furiously under the intensity of his gaze, trying to hide the sudden clumsiness of her movements with a sheepish beam.
„Your girlfriend cooking breakfast for you in nothing but her underwear?”
He eyed her intently, biting his bottom lip before he answered with a poker face. „My kitchen in disarray.”
Tiffany shook her head incredulously, as she strained the freshly made raspberry sauce through a sieve. „Trust me, it'll be worth it. And don't worry, I'll clean everything up later, Doctor Terminator.”
„It already is.” He pulled her body close to his, causing her back to collide with his chest. „I can't believe you're still using that nickname.”
„You have to admit it's catchy.”
„Mhm. Do you need any help?” His arm draped over her shoulder, hugging her tight.
„Sure. There's a dozen of pancakes waiting for you. Hope you're ready for a sweet death topped with whipped cream and a home-made raspberry sauce.”
„I didn't plan on falling into a food coma, but you had me at pancakes. Meaning yes, I'm ready.” The powerful combination of Ethan's soft lips and his scratchy chin glued to the sensitive skin on her neck, peppering her with featherlike kisses.
„Someone's clingy today.” She gave him a loud peck on his forearm.
„I'm starving, Tiffany.” A husky whisper rolled in her ear, the words followed by a gentle bite that sent a red-hot shiver down her spine. She chuckled to herself.
„Good! I was genuinely scared that you'd hate the idea because of your love-hate relationship with pancakes. The sauce will need a few minutes to cool down a bit, and then – Oh!” Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks when the hard evidence of Ethan's hunger pangs pressed against her butt. She dropped her jaw in surprise, slightly amused by the realization she didn't get the hint quite right – it was a different kind of appetite. She spun round to face him, the wicked smile suggested she was more than eager to play along.
„On second thought, I suppose we can have a taste of what will be served today.” Never breaking the gaze, she dipped her finger in the whipped cream and offered it to Ethan. He licked it clean, keenly watching Tiffany's face turn crimson red.
„Not bad for a mixture of fat and sugar. Though it's far from what I expected to be on the menu.” Tiffany raised her brows, fake offended, her expression elicited a hearty chuckle from Ethan.
„Well, aren't you a picky eater, Doctor Ramsey? Luckily, I came prepared.” Her finger dived into the bowl with raspberry sauce. „Try some of this.”
„Mmm, delicious.” He gushed, his tongue slithering around her finger. „But yet again...That's not what I crave the most.”
”I wonder what would that be...” She bit her lip seductively as she reached for Ethan's hand. He swallowed loud and moved a bit closer just when she slipped his thumb into her mouth. The provocative movement had his imagination run wild. „Aren't you gonna tell me?”
„Tiffany, I...” Ethan failed to articulate his thought, too absorbed in sinful visions almost melting his brain.
„Tell me what do you crave, Ethan.” She demanded and he suddenly felt even weaker. His thumb got trapped in her mouth again, her other hand massaging his inner thigh through the material of his pants.
„You.” His voice dripped with wild need.
„How do you want me?” Tiffany released the thumb with a heady pop, holding his stare the entire time.
„I want to...”
„Do you want to come in my mouth?” She used his finger to brush her bottom lip, then grazed it with her teeth mere seconds later.
„Fuck...Yes, please.” He muttered, pressing his forehead together with hers.
Smiling magnetically from ear to ear, Tiffany crashed into Ethan, kissing him hungrily with their tongues twisted together. The prelude wouldn't last long, and in a flash she moved down his body – already hot and shivering with primal need. Her lips glided over every inch of his skin, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. Just when she was low enough, she flipped her hair and dropped on her knees, pulling his pants down with her.
Ethan could swear that the very sight of her mischievous smile dancing around his throbbing cock was enough to make him come. He shuddered in tense anticipation as he watched her tease him with graceful strokes of her tongue wandering around his abdomen.
„Could you...” A tantalizing base-to-tip lick shut him up on the spot and took his breath away. She followed the same path with a soft touch of her lips, quietly humming with relish. His hips bucked involuntarily, overpowered by the tender sensation, begging for more.
The unspoken request was yet to be fulfilled – her slim fingers began stroking him at the base, while her mouth covered the sensitive tip. He groaned in response, his body temperature rising to a dangerously high level. His hand instinctively tugged at her hair, tying any defiant locks in his handy grip.
When Tiffany slid his whole length into her luscious mouth, the divine warmth took away the last bit of control he had, and made him gasping for air. Fighting back the tears was a feeble effort with his huge member hitting her throat, but she rose to the challenge, gagging violently before she adjusted to a safe and steady rhythm.
Ethan marvelled at the view of her watery emerald eyes gazing into his blues as she sucked him like her life depended on it, her precise tongue and skillful hand working him up to a blissful fever. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure had him moan ecstatically, bringing him on the verge of madness. Encouraged by the guttural sounds reserved only for her, she quickened the pace, bobbing her head up and down. His muscles reacted in an instant, tensing even harder, demanding an immediate release. A few moments later, he reached his high and spilled inside her mouth; the obscene groan of his climax ringing in her ears like a favorite song. She took the load with a triumphant smirk, swallowing every drop.
„This is grossly unfair.” He leaned on the nearest countertop awestruck, satiated and out of breath, struggling to keep himself standing.
„What is?” She got up, climbing up his body, and bit down on his shoulder blade.
„The power you have over me.”
Tiffany grinned, pressing her cheek to his broad back as she wrapped her arms around his chest. „But you did like the first course of your breakfast, didn't you?”
„I haven't eaten anything yet.” Ethan turned around, falling into her embrace with a pointed look.
„All right, I'll fill you up with these pancakes now.” Chuckling softly, Tiffany took a step back, seemingly ready to start the day, but Ethan kept her in place by holding her wrist. A gleam of lust reappeared in his eyes as he was slowly regaining his energy.
„Pancakes can wait a little longer. Let me eat you out.”
Before she managed to form a sentence, Ethan's fingers skimmed through her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the ground. His greedy hands began exploring her body, tracing her curves, only to slide his fingers behind her panties and pull them off, so they would share the fate of the bra.
„You know that I've never really understood the purpose of art, but looking at this absolute masterpiece right in front of me?” Tiffany raised her brows in surprise, returning his worshipful gaze. „I think I might modify my stance.”
„Wait, is that an actual compliment, or you're quoting some lines from the poetry book you'll soon be releasing?” They both snorted with laughter that quickly died when their lips fused in the hastiest, sloppiest kiss.
„I'll let you win this one, you deserve it.”
„Oh, what a lucky day!” She chirped in sarcastic tone. Ethan shook his head and lunged for her neck, sucking at her skin.
When his lips abruptly broke away from her, she yelped in protest, but little did she know what Ethan had in store for her. The burning desire in his eyes instantly set her body ablaze. He turned her around, brushing her messy hair away from her back, and began kissing her along the spine, inch by inch, moving excruciatingly slow. His beard rough against her silky flesh, scratching her pleasantly. She closed her eyes, relishing the delight of Ethan's touch. Suddenly, a piercing smack flew across her butt.
She jumped, flabbergasted, as her blood boiled with excitement. „Ethan Jonah Ramsey!”
„You liked that, didn't you?” He let out a supremely confident laugh and spanked her again.
„I plead the Fifth.” She giggled, biting her lip. His hands squeezed her bum and lifted her up. A moment later she lay flat on the kitchen island, legs spread wide and waiting.
Ethan wasted no time – his lips continued the journey across Tiffany's aching body, nuzzling her hips, kissing her thighs, licking her belly, sucking on her breasts. They were everywhere, except where she needed him most. He noticed how hopelessly she tried to catch his attention with the suggestive movement of her hips, but he decided to torture her for his own enjoyment, savoring the exquisite scent and taste of this very special meal.
Her impatience eventually rubbed off on him. At last, he nestled comfortably between her legs, and sunk his tongue directly into her soaked folds. She didn't even make an effort to tone her moans down and Ethan was quite grateful for that. His tongue worked its magic, lashing at her clit, knowing exactly where to suck to bring her over the edge. Her hips rolled to the rhythm of Ethan's licking, begging for more friction. He immediately read the sign, inviting his fingers to join the fun. He rubbed her expertly, all the while licking her swollen clit. She was so close, already sweaty and shivering, with hands on both sides of the countertop, her knuckles white from all the force she had to use to keep herself from falling down.
When Ethan kept his pace up, she knew he was going for the last bite. In the blink of an eye, she arched her back, coming hard as the outpouring of bliss washed over her. She fought for her breath, lying still with her eyes closed and mouth open.
„Don't get too comfortable there, Rookie, I'm not done with you.” She could feel him smirking against her skin when his lips moved down her trembling leg.
„Is it because last night I fell asleep during your precious documentary and we missed our daily dose of inappropriate snuggles?” Tiffany cracked up and Ethan soon followed.
„Yes and no.” He leaned his chin on her knee, meeting her gaze. „I know how much you hate both cooking and waking up early. This is the least I could do to make this morning more tolerable for you.”
„Keep spoiling me like that and I will literally melt.” A beam of unfiltered happiness spread over her face, her eyes filled with utmost adoration. „Besides, just to clarify: I hate cooking, but I enjoy doing it for you.”
An intimate silence washed over them as they stared at each other, basking in the glorious feeling of these small gestures of affection. Ethan shook his head in wonder, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her. He was certain she knew that already, probably even long before he had realized the nature of his feelings...And yet, his words failed him, offering a blank space instead of a proper way to name the drums echoing in his heart at the very thought of Tiffany. He quickly gathered himself, stood straight and cleared his throat.
„Enough chit-chat, we're on a very tight schedule. Stand up.” With a little help from Ethan, Tiffany jumped off the countertop and hooked her arms around his neck.
„Oh, I'll show you tight, sir.” She avowed with a devilish grin.
„God, you're impossible.” Ethan heaved a long sigh in response, right before their lips melted into a deep, fervent kiss.
Cutting to the chase, Tiffany turned her back to Ethan, colliding with his body. Without any hesitation, he entered her with a hefty push, filling her up in a way she'd never experienced before. She was perfectly accustomed to his size, but the standing position was brand new to them. She didn't expect that a slightly different angle could leave an all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before he even began pounding her. A series of vehement whimpers escaped her mouth without her permission. Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing. If it wasn't for his firm grip, her legs would surely give up.
Ethan immediately noticed the unconcealable shift in her demeanor. He cupped her cheek, slowly pulling out of her.
„Baby, is everything all right?” He whispered, his voice full of concern. „Do you want me to stop?”
She instinctively grabbed his hand and locked her body on him in a desperate cry, every word a torture. „I want you inside.”
He nodded, relieved, pulling her as close as it was humanly possible. Her head lolled back, resting comfortably on Ethan so they could still glance at one another. They exchanged a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other's presence. His lips brushed her forehead in a sweet kiss just as he began moving inside of her.
He started off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he could, keeping her steady in his protective arms. Her previous remark proved to be right – she was insanely tight and dripping wet, her scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knew he wouldn't last long.
„Harder, please.” She whimpered, tightening her clutch on his arms. He willingly complied, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by their heavy breathing and pleasure vocalized in the most indecent way.
Everything was Ethan – he invaded all her senses, emptying her mind, leaving nothing but his name. Tiffany could feel the thunder in his heart pounding on her back; his hands were mindlessly roaming over her curves as she remained trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers snuck to her clit, rubbing her with expert precision while his cock kept on ravishing her. She was mere seconds away from another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.
Ethan was right behind her, chasing the finish line. His deafening groans got more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, his fingers pleasuring her frantically, until they both cried out in unison – their bodies twisted in overwhelming ecstasy.
Tiffany toppled over the countertop, breathless – her blazing flesh took comfort in the cold of the marble, with fingers skimming blindly across its surface in a desperate attempt at keeping herself steady. She had no time to recover, as Ethan's body clutched at her tight, his burning skin clamping around hers. His ragged breath hovered over her ear, just as his hand dived into the damp mess of her hair, pulling her locks aside to gently suck on her neck.
„Oh, God...We should...” She panted with her eyes closed, tilting her head to give him more access.
„Mhm.” He hummed with approval, tracing scratchy kisses across her shoulder. „I know.”
Instead of acting on the incoherent thought, he turned her around, crashing into her lips without any warning. They kissed slowly for a long minute before Tiffany retreated, gazing into the endless ocean of his eyes. A cheeky smirk flew across her face.
„You called me baby.”
Ethan stared at her perplexed, his brows frowned. „No, erm...I didn't?”
„You totally just did.” Tiffany's laughter filled the room, the sound shook him to the core, along with the realization the pet name might have accidentally slipped through.
„No, you probably misheard that.” He stuttered an evasive reply, that earned a well-deserved scoff.
„Don't try to deny that you called me baby for the first time, and it happened – let me stress that – during sex.”
„Stop it. Let's not make a big deal out of this. We still need to get to work.” Ethan countered, hoping that the final argument was meaningful enough to end the cross-examination.
„That's a very convenient excuse, Mr I'll Casually Avoid Any Uncomfortable Topic. You're right, though. We should hurry up with the proper breakfast. But let's take a quick shower first.”
„Together?” He cocked his brows, sceptical about the idea.
„Yeah, why not?” Her index finger twirled around his nipple.
„We're already running out of time, we can't afford the further delay.”
„I thought you like a challenge, baby.” She pressed a wet kiss on his chest and broke the embrace. Ethan watched her walk off towards the bathroom with a tantalizing sway of her hips. He took a sharp breath, his eyes followed her every move, scanning her naked form up and down. When she reached the bathroom door, she shot him a sultry wink and disappeared behind the door. He shook his head, transfixed and defeated, muttering to himself.
„We're going to be late then.”
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Sorry if there are any typos or mistakes, this B is too tired to double-check lol
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HOME, SWEET HOME
Marcus Álvarez x Reader
@i-need-a-life-soon asked: Could you possibly do a Marcus fic where it just domestic fluff of him and the reader with their kids or something? (I’m really bad at plots) x 💕
Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨
Word Count: 1k
Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.
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“¡Papá, estás en casa!” (Daddy, you're at home!)
His seven-years-old god's gift runs towards him overexcited. The man holds the girl between his hands, lifting up to hug her tightly. After almost two weeks out in Arizona, Marcus is back at Santo Padre. His daughter has heard the main door, jumping off of her bed hoping it was her father and not the Mayan prospect checking everything is okay.
“Mi amor… No sabes cuanto te extrañé”. (My love… You don't know how much I missed you). The man says filling her beautiful face with dearly and gently kisses.
“Yo también, papá”. (Me too, dad). She chuckles curling her tiny arm against her own chest because of the tickles that his moustache provokes him.
“Where's mamá, ah?”
“She's sleeping yet. Tío EZ said she had a bad day at the hospital”.
“Ok, let's do this. What if you take a shower and set up the table for breakfast, while I wake her up?”
“Will you make pancakes?” She asks clapping her palms.
Marcus laughs somewhat loud nodding with his chin. Alejandra kiss his cheek before jump off of his arms, running through the hallway to the bathroom. The man, with heavy and tired steps, takes off the kutte as he continues to the room he shares with you. Resting his body against the door frame, he watches you sleep peacefully on his side of the bed and wearing one of his big shirts. He could pass his whole life enjoying those views, but he also needs to feel you closer. So, leaving his boots at the entrance of the room, he walks to the bed leaning towards you and pulling away a bristle of hair behind your ear. Every time he looks at you, no matter where, nor when, he falls a little more.
Stirring softly, holding somewhat close the pillow, you sigh because of the touch opening your eyes in slow motion, sleepy and tired. Till you focus and find him in front of you, thinking for a second it's just a dream. A wild tear runs down your cheek, because he usually calls you when he's coming back. But not this time, so it's an amazing surprise. You were really needing him, after one of the craziest days at the hospital since you started to work there. Sitting up enough to lean towards him, you wrap his neck with both arms. Your husband lies down by your side, surrounding your body tightly as you sink your face on his chest.
“Yo cuidaré hoy de ti, mi amor”. (I'll take care of you, my love).
You nod in silence, having a deep breathe of his scent filling better than yesterday. He looks for you lips, catching them softly in one of those kisses that drives you crazy because all the love it's behind every one. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he pushes you more into him.
“Te quiero… Te quiero tanto que no puedo explicarlo”. (I love you... I love you so much I can't explain). You mutter against his mouth, touching his nose with yours.
“Yo te quiero más”. (I love you more). He chuckles, trying to tease you because sometimes you're so competitive. You laugh, forgetting about all that happened yesterday. “I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to make the breakfast… Before spending the morning playing with my beautiful daughter, so you can rest a little more. And then, EZ is going to pick her up, so I can be alone with the love of my life. Pampering and loving her”.
“Sounds good”. You assure almost in a whisper, keeping his dark gaze with yours, because it's all you need.
“Rest till breakfast is done, mi reina”. Kissing your forehead, the mexican lets you go to get up from bed.
Some minutes after, you follow the delicious smell of fresh coffee and sweets pancakes with cream and honey. Your favorite ones. Your daughter jumps into you as soon as she finds you, kissing your cheek loudly.
“You feel better, mamá?”
“Yeah, baby”. You smirk at her, looking at your husband serving some coffee.
“Papá told me we can watch ‘Frozen’ again”.
“Oh, seriously? Lucky girl!” Laughing you look at Marcus and his horrified face, because it's like a torture for him.
You have to eat your breakfast faster than other days, and as you would like, because you have a meeting at the hospital for some hours. Something like a brief convention about surgeries. But at least, you can enjoy your family for a while, and seeing your daughter feeding your husband with her fork and a huge smile on her lips. But when you're ready, kissing your husband and your daughter, you leave them to enjoy their morning together.
Leaving your bag at the entrance, under the table placing your keys and your wallet on it, you continue through the main hallway until you reach the living room. Marcus is lying there, on the sofa sleeping peacefully. Hanging your jacket on the closer chair, you walk towards him. Kneeling close to the man. Putting a hand on the back of his head, you lean towards him to caress his lips with yours. It takes him just one second to kiss you back somewhat sleepy.
“Hey, mami”. He whispers with dry throat, sitting up slowly.
“Hey, papi”. You chuckle before kissing him again, getting up from your knees, you sit on his lap. “Did you have fun, uh?”
“Yeah”. He nod sarcastically and exaggerating. “We watched ‘Frozen’ three times”.
“Oh, really?” You're containing a loud laugh that could wake your daughter. “So, you're more into Elsa or Ana?”
“I'm more into their parents. Those lucky sons of a bitch just fucking drowned in the ocean”.
“You were the one who asked for a princess”.
“I'm talking about the movie, not about the beautiful gift the love of my life gave me”.
“So, it's my time?” You ask kissing his lips once and again, knowing how much time you have to spend together.
“Sí, mi amor”. He nods biting your lower lip, with his hands touring your back tightly, enjoying every inch of it.
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hey i really enjoyed your hc awhile back about ikesen mc who struggled with eating and fear of gaining weight could you possibly do it with the ikevamp boys? like le comte, leo, theo, arthur and nepo please? i’m recovering from an ed and your writing have really helped me alot but i totally understand if it’s too touchy ily and stay safe
it’s such an honor to hear my writing has helped u! i hope you recover well, n please know that i support u & everyone else struggling from this. the boys do as well uwu
tw: starvation
Napoleon Bonaparte
Napoleon isn’t very observant, much less at the dining table wherein he eats his meals for a solid 15 minutes tops before he’s retiring to the comforts of his room once again.
But it doesn’t even take observation skills to see how you barely eat at times, how the most you’d do is shove a spoon of food, maybe two, into your mouth, hastily swallowing it down as if you’re being forced to.
So then he asks. Plain and simple, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as his arms wrap around your waist, your paced breathing the only sound resonating through his room.
“Why don’t you eat that much?”
Napoleon feels the way you tense up underneath his strong arms, hears how your breathing seems to quicken. In an instant, you’re wriggling yourself out of his grasp, he propping himself up on his elbows to stare at you and the sudden distance between the two of you in confusion.
“Nunuche, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if—”
“It’s fine, Napoleon.” Your voice is all sorts of tiny and wavering, unable to look him in the eye as you fidget with your fingers — the sight only causing his heart to clench. “It’s just… I, uh, don’t like gaining weight. I want to be, uh, thin — perfect, if you will.”
You don’t look up. You couldn’t. If you did, you would have seen how the past Emperor of France — no, not even — how the man who loves you and only you breaks, cerulean eyes glossing over and a lump forming in his throat.
And he says, plain and simple, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as his hand reaches out to caress the warm skin of your cheek.
“But.. you’re already perfect. Maybe not to yourself, but to me. And… you’re all I need, in all honesty.”
It’s too much, you think. Being loved like this. Because that’s all it took for something inside you to snap, for you to start sobbing, Napoleon pulling you into his arms as he rakes lithe fingers gently through your hair, pampering the crown of your head with light kisses and sweet nothings.
He holds you like that all until you fall asleep, and even after.
Ever since then, Napoleon had taken it upon himself to dine with you, waiting patiently for you to finish your food before even thinking of going anywhere.
It’s slightly embarrassing, how he watches you with such a proud smile on his face, one he denies having whenever you point it out.
Leonardo da Vinci
The first time Leonardo finds you asleep when he gets back to his room, he simply brushes it off as exhaustion from your many chores.
And he’s not fully wrong, just has a full chunk missing. He happens to find said chunk out when you proceed to collapse in his sturdy arms, wearily mumbling for him to carry you back to the bedroom.
When he finally sets you down into a comfortable position, sitting down beside you on the bed, Leonardo’s simply staring at you, a frown on his face and creases forming on his forehead, yet remaining silent.
“... Aren’t you gonna ask me why?” Your voice is small, unable to meet his gaze.
He speaks slowly, brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, “You’ll tell me if you want to, cara mia.”
And god, how blessed you are to have such an understanding man. It takes a while before you finally say, “I just… don’t want to gain weight. Every time I look in the mirror, I loathe what I see.”
It’s momentarily silent, though his fingers never cease moving around your face. Then, finally, with his gruff voice the softest you’ve ever heard, he sighs.
“You know, cara mia, I look at you, I see beauty.” Before your mouth is opening, ready to spew denials, he continues, tilting your head to his. “Not just in your face, or your body, but in your soul as well.”
Leaning in closer, inches away from your face, you can only hold your breath. Then, he smiles — a real, genuine smile that only makes your heart melt.
“And I know you might not believe it, but I have all the time in the world to show you what I mean, don’t I?”
He helps you through any and every challenge the both of you face — because it’s not just your struggle anymore, it’s his as well; you are the one he loves, after all.
Most definitely spoon feeds you with that teasing smirk of his at times. It’s enjoyable for him, really, but you have to stop yourself from slapping that damned smirk off his face.
Arthur Conan Doyle
It’s no secret that Arthur was a rotten flirt before your relationship, or that women practically fling themselves onto his arms even after you two had gotten together.
You can’t help but to think each and every girl that tries to hit your lovely boyfriend up seems to be getting prettier and prettier, thinner and thinner. Of course, Arthur politely pushes them away to link himself back to you, but that doesn’t stop your thoughts from running wild all the way back to the mansion.
Try as you might, you’re unable to hide anything from a writer — and not just any writer, the famed writer of Sherlock Holmes who just so happens to be the one you’ve shared yourself with over and over again.
So when you find yourselves back in his room after a long day, resting quietly on his soft bed, it’s no surprise when you feel his hot breath on your cheek, or the slight creak of the bed under his added weight. Your eyes crack open to Arthur’s face inches away from yours in a position you’re well-acquainted to, though the expression on his face differs.
Worry gleams in those normally jovial eyes of his, unthwarted even when you run your fingers through his hair soothingly, just the way he likes it.
“What were the thoughts going through that pretty little head of yours earlier?”
His voice is hushed, though clear as day in the empty room. The question has you pausing momentarily, before dropping the hand previously lost in his messy locks.
You hum, caressing his face, though a faraway look sets itself in your eyes, “Those girls are really pretty. And they’re so thin. Should I lose some more weight? Sleep in tomorrow to miss breakfast? I absolutely hate my bo—mmph!”
Your words were muffled when Arthur’s lips crash onto yours, silencing you in mere seconds. When he pulls away only leaving the both of you breathless, you almost wish his face wasn’t so close — the pain etched in every line of his face was horrible.
Wordlessly, he kisses every part of your skin, intent on leaving nothing untouched, slight tingles following in its trail. As if saying “I love this, I love you.”
He had never really been good with words when it came to his own emotions, and yet that night had him repeating three simple words over and over, as if saying a prayer he wished to ingrain into your heart and mind.
Arthur proceeds to act like an overexcited puppy with you, bringing you any and every type of food he thinks you’d like.
You never have the heart to say no, especially when his chest puffs out in pride after you take a bite.
Theodorus van Gogh
You estimated that it would take about a week or two for someone to notice your regressing eating habits. But having Theo as a lover pulled your estimations way back.
So here you are, awkwardly staring at the man, his eyebrows raised and the words he’d previously uttered racing through your mind.
“Do you think I wouldn’t notice how you’re barely chomping anything down anymore?”
Your actions are stiff, fidgeting with your fingers while you avert your gaze. “I.. thought you’d be busy, is all.”
“Busy enough to ignore the fact that the one I love is starving?” You wince at the edge in his tone, one he notices, only causing him to sigh.
Covering the distance between you two, Theo gently pushes your chin up to meet his gaze, all sorts of worry clear in his bright eyes. With pink tinging his ears, his tone softens, not once breaking the eye contact.
“I care about you, schatje. You’re the only one I can ever love. Remember that, yeah? So I don’t have to keep repeating it…” He trails off, cheeks flushed a hot red and bottom lip caught in between his teeth in a way that only induces a watery chuckle from you.
Theo never forces you to eat anything you don’t want to, but he serves as your cheerleader — more like drill sergeant, in actuality. He always finds subtle ways to get you to eat a bit more, bringing you home some food he deems healthy whenever he goes out.
Though he doesn’t comment on it, he’s extremely happy whenever he sees you eating more than usual, desperately trying to hide the smile on his face from you.
He offers you some of his pancakes at times — he doesn’t even offer them to Vincent. It’s a heartwarming gesture coming from the tsundere.
Comte de Saint-Germain
Do not underestimate this man — Comte is far more observant than he lets on, so the very moment you decide to revert back into your starvation habits, he’s immediately right behind you.
He, however, is also very understanding, and it takes him a good portion of the day to conjure up a way to tackle the situation.
Finally, when you’re languidly running a brush through your hair, Comte takes it upon himself to snake up behind you, pressing his warm body against your back.
“I’ve noticed how you haven’t been eating as much.”
His voice has no trace of accusation — only a simple, no-nonsense statement, bringing you to relax your tense form once more.
Gauging your reaction, he continues carefully, “Do you mind telling me why?”
“It might sound silly but… I’m afraid you’ll leave me if I gain weight.”
Your soft reply only has his eyes widening, mouth gaping ever-so slightly in a way you thought unfit on his regal face.
Then, gently tilting your head to face him, his golden eyes meet yours, smile not-all that bright — slightly pained, if you will — yet he still tries.
“Although you might not believe my words now, this heart of mine belongs to you and only you, ma chérie.”
He must have seen the slight hesitancy in your eyes, the thoughts whirling in your head. A gentle smile sets itself unto his face, his large, smooth hand moving to grasp your own.
“Besides, I have all this time on my hands, and I wouldn’t mind spending it all on you.”
Comte’s with you every step of the way, getting every and anything you need or want
He also takes it upon himself to cook you some meals as well — ones bordering on the thin line between digestible and inedible; apparently not all immortals have cooking skills — but it’s the thought that counts.
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#napoleon bonaparte#leonardo da vinci#arthur conan doyle#theodorus van gogh#theo#comte de saint germain#comte#headcanons
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Here's a potential prompt! One of your OCs ends up eating heavily all day; they eat a big breakfast to set themselves up for the day and then forget they have a big lunch planned at work too. That night, their partner surprises them with a date night at their favourite restaurant! The OC that overate all day has to suffer the consequences all night with a bloated, gassy bellyache that causes them to squirm around in bed, disrupting their partner (but of course then they get some help) 💕💕
Here ya go! Aspen and Carter aren’t officially dating yet but for the sake of this, yes they are. (Btw, I received lots of prompts but I’ll try to get to them all within the next week!)
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Carter shovels a mouthful of pancake into his mouth, treacly syrup sliding down his throat. He has to get to work in half an hour so he doesn’t have much time to eat, but Aspen brought over all this stuff... Pancakes, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns. Well, he could use the extra energy boost throughout the day.
He feels about two pancakes past comfortably full, but he’s not in any pain or anything.
When Carter arrives at work, he tries to head straight for his cubicle, but Eva stops him on the way, smiling far too wide for someone who’s at work.
“Don’t forget we’re throwing Lindsay a surprise baby shower!” she squeals.
Carter’s eyes widen. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that. Lunch, right?”
Eva nods and scurries away to accost the next person to walk through the door. Carter shifts uncomfortably and sits down in his cubicle. His stomach’s already protruding slightly, though it isn’t visible through his shirt, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to have enough room for lunch. He’s going to have to eat though because everyone’s going to be there and if he doesn’t, the people who brought food are going to take it as a personal attack. He remembers one time Gary refused to drink the horchata because he’s lactose intolerant and everyone in the office ignored him for a day.
Carter sighs and opens his laptop, scrolling through data and statistics that form a somewhat legible jumble of numbers in his head. One of his hands absentmindedly rubs its thumb over the slight hard curve of his belly as he works, and once he’s done, he stands with a grimace. If he’s going to go to the baby shower, which he has to, then he can’t do it on a full stomach already. He’s definitely not going to get hungry again sitting down in this cubicle either...
Carter’s shoulders slump as he realizes he’s going to have to go on a quick run, or at least speed walk, around the area. He’s already finished his work for the rest of the week, so leaving the office won’t be a problem, but he hates running. He does it all the time because Aspen forces him to run with him, but each time is just as unpleasant.
Carter reluctantly heads out of the office. The sky is clear, only a few faint white smears against the blue, but the cold air nips at his skin. He forces himself into a light jog, wincing as the contents of his stomach slosh and churn at the abrupt movement.
He goes down a block, then another and another and by the fourth, his tummy’s really not feeling it. He stops and braces his hands against his knees against the sudden onslaught of queasiness. His belly gurgles unpleasantly and Carter muffles a small, sickly burp into the back of his hand.
He forces himself to straighten up, belly now a constricting whirlpool, and begins his slow descent back to the office. He keeps a broad palm splayed against the sickness in his tummy, pressing in ever so slightly when something churns a bit too much.
His vision’s begun to go spotty by the time he arrives back and he’s grateful to be able to plop down into his desk chair and close his eyes for a moment. His stomach doesn’t feel quite as full, but it hurts now—this steady, pulsing pain—and he fears if he eats he may throw up.
He has another half hour until the impromptu baby shower and he spends the time anxiously hoping the uncomfortable feeling in his tummy will recede by that time. To his great disappointment, it does not.
He manages to wipe any trace of pain off his face when he heads over to the common room where they’re holding the party, but his belly still roils and turns without any sign of stopping.
There are colorful balloons floating in the corners and long foldable tables draped with checkered pink-and-white tablecloths covered in food. Carter grimaces. This can’t possibly end well for him.
Lindsay walks in five minutes later and pretends to be surprised even though Carter’s certain she already knew what was happening. Then, the party officially starts.
Carter fills his plate with some finger sandwiches, a small heaping of fruit, and a thin slice of red velvet cake.
The food tastes like mushy, wet cardboard going down, and it sits like lead in his stomach. He inhales sharply and the stab of pain that follows leaves him near keeling. His stomach is now uncomfortably bloated, jutting with heavy pressure from his hips.
Carter tries not to focus on it as time drags on until he’s finally able to retire back to his cubicle. He winces and places a hesitant palm against the solid tightness, rubbing slightly back and forth. A gurgle of deep unhappiness groans up from his gut.
He sighs and spends the rest of the day hunched over his laptop, trying to focus on work. The drive home isn’t fun, the food struggling to digest in his stomach. The tense pain swells every time he breathes.
When he enters his apartment, he’s both surprised and pleased to see Aspen sitting at his kitchen counter, reading a book. He looks up and smiles, dimples showing. “Hey! I was thinking we could go on a date tonight?”
Carter’s tummy protests with a sickly bout of cramping. But those dimples... “Sounds great.”
Aspen smiles broadly. “Perfect. I booked a place downtown.”
The place Aspen booked a reservation for is a seafood place, something Carter would typically enjoy, but today is decidedly not a great day for that. Still, he knows he can’t let Aspen on to how upset his stomach is, so he allows him to pick out a variety of things that have his belly turning just from the pictures.
When the platters arrive, he swallows, dread pooling in his gut. The food looks great, objectively, but to Carter, it might as well be a death sentence and no, he doesn’t care how dramatic that sounds.
He and Aspen chat mindlessly as they eat. Buttery lobster settles uneasily in Carter’s stomach, stirring up sickness that had just begun to calm. The rich flavor only serves to intensify the feeling of fullness, making his tummy feel filled far past its recommended amount.
By the time they’re both done, cracked red shells lie split on their greasy plates, and glasses of some sort of fancy ginger ale have been downed. Carter can feel the fizziness of the drink burbling up a storm in his gut. He’s certain if he pressed his fingers to the area he’d be able to feel the sweet carbonation rising at his fingertips.
They pay and go home and Carter’s relieved when he’s finally able to lie down. His stomach is bloated, packed with heavy food that shifts through his belly uncomfortably. Low, inaudible gurgles rumble through his lower tummy and hot pockets of air leave his guts twisting and cramping.
He takes a deep breath and smooths his hand over and over the tight swell, kneading gently at the bottom. The added pressure only adds to the discomfort, though, so he quickly stops.
Aspen climbs into bed next to him, oblivious to his struggle, and promptly falls asleep. Carter tries to follow, turning onto his side and curling around his tummy, but the sick pain is too great to ignore.
The air bubbles squeeze queasily through his belly, sending the contents of his stomach churning earnestly. His stomach roils and gurgles beneath his hesitant hand, squelching with unbridled tender discomfort. His intestines give an unhappy groan as they attempt to digest the load of food he’d consumed and when he smooths his fingers desperately over the sharp irritation, an intense cramp squeezes the lower left side of his belly.
He groans softly, unable to repress the miserable sound, and, to both his dismay and great relief, Aspen stirs sleepily.
“Cat?” Aspen murmurs, blinking up at him blearily. His eyes are hooded with drowsiness though they clear when he sees the look on Carter’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m... not feeling well,” Carter says quietly, an embarrassed flush heating his dark cheeks.
Aspen pulls him closer. “Your stomach?”
Carter nods, burying his face in Aspen’s chest. He smells clean and like something vaguely herbal.
Aspen slips his hand beneath Carter’s soft sweatshirt and smooths a warm palm up the side of the aching swell. Carter shudders at how nice the soothing touch feels after a day of near agony. Aspen rubs his hand back and forth over the tight crest, pushing in on a sickly bubble of air and launching up a heavy, wet burp. Queasiness overtakes Carter momentarily before relief settles in its place.
Aspen continues the comforting motions, massaging away spasming cramps with his fingers and sliding the heel of his palm into expanding air pockets to work up relieving burps.
They both fall asleep again with Aspen’s hand rubbing at the last of the sickly gurgling in Carter’s stomach.
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No Matter What - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
When the girl woke, she heard a dozen voices whispering nearby. Slowly sitting up, making sure to not upset her hammock, she felt a couple of eyes peering at her from around the corner and when she turned to them, they bolted off, causing her to smile. She got to her feet and grabbed her shoes which she had left on the grass below the hammock, only to find a small white daisy resting in one of the shoes. Feeling her heart pounding, she pressed the flower close to her nose and besides the fresh scent coming from the flower, she picked up a scent of soil, cotton, and something almost citrus like… sort of like an orange. She wondered who left it there.
After pulling her shoes on and placing the daisy carefully in the front pocket of her jeans, she headed towards the delicious smell that was coming from one of the huts. As she approached, she found several wooden tables set in a circle fashion, all the boys lined up getting their meal servings.
“Say Frypan,” Gally called as he sat down with his food at the head of one of the tables. “You never make bacon for breakfast. What’s the occasion?”
Before Frypan even needed to answer, he caught sight of the girl approaching and grinning broadly, pointed his frying pan in her direction.
“It’s Girl!” Winston shouted, causing every eye to land on the girl as her face heated up when she found herself at the center of attention.
Zart elbowed him harshly, “That’s not her name!”
The girl was about to begin to dream of a life where the earth swallowedhere in this instant when a hand rested on her shoulder, making her jump and there stood Alby with a comforting smile on his face.
“Come on tough one, time to eat.” He said, draping his arm over her shoulders and bringing her toward the line.
When Frypan handed the girl her plate, Alby led her over to the table where Gally, Winston, Zart and Newt sat. She found myself squashed between Winston while Alby sat beside her to keep her from having to sit next to Gally, meaning that she was across the table from Newt.
“So?” Winston chirped before she could even take a bite. “Figured out your name yet?”
She shook my head, “No… nothing… all I can remember is WR.”
“WR?” Gally inquired. “Couldn’t that be your initials or something? Though that would be strange since all of us only has one name.”
She shook her head again as she took a bite of bacon, “No… I know for a fact it is not my name… I feel like I would know that it has something to do with my name or not… it is almost like… like the Glade. The Glade is where you guys, and now me live, eat and sleep. It is a part of your identity. I feel like WR is a part of my identity… just not my name.”
Soon, all eyes were on her and everyone, but Alby and Newt were staring at her with slack jaws and wide eyes. Alby was smiling thoughtfully at her while Newt was smiling with a look in his eyes that she did not know but it made the feeling of his gaze made her blush crimson.
“Is there a job in the glade for really smart people?” Winston inquired. “Because I think Slicers is way underrated for her.”
She smiled but shook my head, “Honestly it’s fine. I want to help there. I’m not that smart anyway.”
“Well, we cannot keep calling her Girl,” Gally observed. “We can always resort to…”
“Do not finish that sentence,” She warned through my teeth.
Gally lifted his hands in surrender, a smirk on his face. “It has never taken this long for someone to remember and we gotta know what to call you.”
the girl shrugged when suddenly something brushed her foot and she realized that Newt’s foot had been resting next to hers on the ground below the table and when he sat up straight, his foot shifted.
“I’ve got an idea!” he said, leaving his plate and catapulting off the seat and back towards the Homestead.
“What was that all about?” she inquired, only for Gally to smirk like a mischievous cat.
Everyone shrugged but then the girl heard Gally mutter something.
“Poor guy’s got it bad!”
She turned to him, thinking that perhaps he was talking about someone else but then she realized that his piercing black eyes were smirking at her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head in the hopes of getting a clearer answer from Gally.
The boy shrugged as he stuffed a bite of pancakes into his mouth, speaking around the bite. “Just saying that Newt has got it bad for you.”
She frowned, “Like he hates me?”
Her heart dropped to the soles of her feet at the thought of Newt hating her. Sure, she had only known him for about a day, but he was so nice, thoughtful and sweet that it felt strange to think of him hating me… but then again, perhaps she had just misread his kindness… maybe he was just putting the niceness on as a front to hide his distaste for her. After all, she was the one and only girl in the glade. Maybe the reason no other girl has ended up here is because whoever put them here knew that Newt hated girls… maybe all of the guys hated girls…
Alby seemed to sense her worry and quickly patted her shoulder, “Of course not Greenie. Gally didn’t mean it like that.”
She moved her head toward Gally, hoping that Gally would back Alby up and thankfully he did, his eyes widening in shock when he realized how the girl had interpreted his words.
“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! Trust me, if there is one person Newt hates, it’s me and I know for a fact that he doesn’t hate you. I mean he has it bad for you because… you see… erm….”
She realized that Gally couldn’t seem to get the words out, fearing that what he would say would make he worried again so Winston finished it for him.
“He means that Newt has a crush on you.”
The girl almost choked on her bite of bacon and gawked at the boys at the table who were all giving her earnest looks, meaning that they all thought the same, “Me!? But… I… I’ve only been here for a day and… Maybe you just think that cause I am the only girl…”
Zart shook his head, “Newt has a different personality around everyone. For Alby he is like a comrade and a follower. Around Gally, he’s the leader. For Winston and the younger guys, he’s almost like a father or big brother… trust me girl, he has a big bad crush.”
She was about to argue further when Newt came barreling back to the table and sat down in his seat, pushing his plate aside and set something in front of the girl. She looked down at it before taking it into her hands. It was a deep green jar with a little cloth top, tied down with a cord and a small slit in the cloth.
“I cleaned it out from the storage house,” Newt explained. “Over the next few days, if you do not remember your name, all of us will put some name suggestions in the jar and maybe if you read them, you can remember!”
The girl's eyes widened, both in surprise at Newt’s quick thinking and solving of her problem and her heart also skipped at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. She touched the jar, and it was cold and still damp from Newt scrubbing it clean of any dirt. The cloth was clean and newly cut as if he had done it just a moment ago and the cord wasn’t tied in a knot but in a simple shoelace bow, the two rabbit ears carefully pulled to be exactly the same size. Through the slit that there were about five little pieces of paper already in there from some of the guys who had already entered a name.
She lifted her eyes and smiled at Newt, “Thank you so much! I love it!”
Newt beamed and went back to his meal, not even realizing that Gally had swiped all his bacon and his pancakes were cold and dry, his smile still on his face. All the other guys were smirking at them and the girl could just tell that the smug look on Zart’s face was: ‘Told you: a crush.’
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Winston had begun to show the girl the ropes over the course of the first two days. He showed her where the feed for the animals was stored in the loft in the rafters to keep it dry. He told her that the Trackhoes brought in the feed such as dried grass, corn, and all the scraps (for the pigs) which they stored inside for the days when they could not let the animals out like when it is rainy. There is a simple picket fence that surrounds the Bloodhouse made of a few poles and wire.
According to Winston it is not incredibly sturdy, but it helps keep the animals close to the Bloodhouse and away from the crops and other Glade members, so they don’t get underfoot. When Winston asked which part of Slicers she wanted to help with, she turned down the idea of helping slaughter the animals, so she was paired up with another Glader: Bailey, in feeding the animals and cleaning the Bloodhouse if they ever made a “mess”.
Every morning at breakfast she checked the name jar and sure enough, there were a handful of new papers inside the jar. She chose to not open it until it was full because she wanted to get everyone’s opinion even though the majority of them put in three or four suggestions each. She was beginning to get tired of being called Girly, Greenie, or Spitfire (something Gally had come up when she rejected his past nickname, him claiming that it “spoke volumes about her red hair”. She had taken to tying her hair back in a braid every day, not wanting to bother with the headful of wild curls but to give her head a break, she would take the braid out and let her hair run wild while she slept. She was not sure what the guys would say about it since they had only seen her in a braid, so she always waited to take her hair out when they were all asleep or when it was dark.
Finally, on the fourth day, at lunch she pulled out the name jar from where she had left it by Frypan’s stove (So at meals the guys could toss a name in) and untied the top carefully so as to not completely destroy Newt’s hard work. When the boys saw her opening the jar, they all began to pile over and sit as close to her as possible. She became squashed between Gally and Winston with Alby, Newt and Minho across from her with all the other guys sitting nearby or at the closest tables so they could hear.
"Minho, could you read them allowed?" she asked sheepishly, earning a wide grin and a nod from the boy,
One by one Minho drew out a name and read it aloud before setting it down next to the jar. The girl didn’t make any “eh no” or “I really like that!” to any of the names because she didn’t want the guys to feel bad but about a fifth through the names, Alby caught on.
“You can speak your mind Spitfire,” he assured her. “It is gonna be your name anyhow. If you don’t like some names, it won’t hurt our feelings. To be honest, if you do not choose Boyd then I am sure Gally will understand.”
She froze and turned to the guy on her right, “You wrote Boyd? You do realize that’s a guy name, right?”
Gally smirked and ruffled the top of her head, “I just wanted to see what you would think.”
She smiled and began to separate the names into two piles as Minho read them: No and “Maybe”. She didn’t want to say yes to any of them until she had read through them all.
As Minho and her continued to go through the names, Newt left the table and soon returned with two more jars: one clear and the other blue. He helped her put the “no” names in the blue jar and the “maybe” in the white. When the green name jar was empty, she grabbed the white jar and began to slowly go through the names, Minho calling them aloud again.
“Fiona….”
“’s pretty,” Zart observed. “Sounds really ladylike.”
The girl pursed her lips in thought before placing that name in the Blue jar.
“Poppy,” she read, and she heard Winston chuckle, indicating that he had thought of that one. “I might as well just stick with Spitfire.”
The table laughed and Gally leant over to whisper to her, “Don’t worry, none of the other names have to do with your hair Greenie.”
“Kendal…”
“Trixie…”
“Willow…”
“Elizabeth…”
“Grace…”
It felt like almost an hour passed and the girl was beginning to feel bad because the guys had finished their lunch and she knew she was holding them up from doing their chores. Finally, she took the white jar in her hands and turned to the others.
“Do ya’ll mind if I look over these later tonight before bed… let me think about it?”
Alby and Newt smiled at her from across the table, sensing her ulterior motive to not hold the Gladers up.
“Sure thing!” the guys all told her, some of them patting her on the back and whispering a name suggestion before they headed off to their jobs.
That was the end of the name jar for the morning, but she took the jar with her to the Bloodhouse. She set it on the table by the door and every time someone passed it, they took out a new name and called it out as a suggestion. By the end of the day, there were about ten names left but she didn’t bring them up at the dinner table so she settled into her hammock while the guys were asleep, pulled her hair loose and began to silently contemplate the remaining names to herself:
Julia
Vera
Catherine
Zinnia
Olivia
Hannah
Mary
Iris
Brianna
And…
Fawn
There was something about the last name that had been drawn from the jar: Fawn, that had stuck to her. It didn’t click a memory or anything like the guys said her name would but… something about it made her refuse to throw it with the other names in the blue jar.
“Any ideas?” a voice asked to her left and she almost jumped.
She turned and there sat Minho, awake and smirking at her from his hammock.
“I didn’t know anyone was awake,” she admitted.
Minho smiled. “I saw you get in and start to think. I wanted to be the first person to find out your name. So… any thoughts?”
SHe sighed, “This one… Fawn. I cannot stop thinking about it. The others in the jar I like but this one sticks.”
“Well then maybe that is your ‘sign’. I totally get the logic though.” Minho observed.
She turned and stared at him puzzled, earning a soft chuckle from the boy. “Your eyes. They may be green, but they are big and round like a cute animal’s and your freckles and just the innocence in your face is just like a little deer.”
“I was considering just keeping Spitfire,” she confessed, shaking her head to make her curls bounce.
Minho smirked. “Your hair might be crazy and red, but it’s cute too.”
SHe shrugged, “Listen… Minho… I don’t mind you being the first to find out my choice of name but… don’t tell anyone about my hair okay?”
The boy frowned, “Why is that?”
“I just… I’m… a little insecure… I mean… I’m the only girl and I would hate for the guys to look at me weird…” she confessed.
Minho smiled. “For the record, the guys wouldn’t care if your hair was a mop or a crow’s nest. But I will keep it a secret… Fawn.”
Fawn smiled at the use of her new name and soon the two of them drifted off to sleep.
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You’re Still My Universe pt. 4
Title: You’re Still My Universe
Pairing: Jinyoung x BamBam
Genre: Fluff, hint of angst, parent au
Warnings: VerY direct references to sex
Word count: 3024
Summary: Jinyoung’s life is devoted to his son. But the first time he’s been separated, so many other people barge into his life and start taking up what little free time he has left.
inyoung misses Yugyeom. Yes, it’s only been three days since Jinyoung dropped him off at Jaebeom and Youngjae’s, but he really missed him. He misses being woken up at odd hours of the night when Yugyeom has a nightmare and wants to cuddle with Daddy, he misses making pancakes on weekends for a giggly child, and he misses Yugyeom’s kisses.
Yes, he’s been able to focus on work and they’re happy about it, but Jinyoung hopes they don’t take it for granted. As soon as Yugyeom is with him again Jinyoung swears he might even spoil Yugyeom a little more. He’s been moping around the house every time he comes back from work, half-expecting Yugyeom to be running around and trying to climb up his legs.
He should probably go out to take his mind off the empty and silent apartment before all his time is taken up by Yugyeom again. Jinyoung can hear Jaebeom in his head telling him to go do what kids his age do, even if Jaebeom is only a few months older than Jinyoung.
With great difficulty, Jinyoung gets up from the couch where he had been nursing an almost empty soju. He was just so comfortable. God, he feels older by the minute. Today it’s lounging on the couch, tomorrow it will be retirement.
Jinyoung is too lazy to put on something nicer than the wide-legged pants Jaebeom laughs at and a regular tee shirt, he really does feel like a middle-aged man. But in an effort to save his fashion sense, he puts on his scarf and a jacket before heading out. It’s early April, a little cold for his liking but that just makes going out to a nice, warm, place all the better.
He heads almost immediately to the bar he and Jaebeom used to frequent during their university years. It had been so long that Jinyoung was slightly awkward inside for the first few minutes. It was both familiar and yet different and Jinyoung wasn’t sure if he liked it. Different people, different decorations, and yet, there was a sense of familiarity there.
The bartender is different. Last time Jinyoung went there it was a kind old man who would always give him and Jaebeom an extra drink if it was a slow day. Now, it’s some young man who Jinyoung doesn’t recognise, and who might be foreign. Jinyoung wasn’t ever any good at telling the difference, but the person’s aura doesn’t seem Korean. Jinyoung wonders if he’s just as good at making drinks.
Only one way to find out, he guesses. He orders a quick drink, his usual bokbunja, and watches the bartender out of the corner of his eye. The bartender seems natural, smiley even as he takes orders from not so nice people. Jinyoung thinks he was a good choice of bartender. He had such a pretty smile too.
He wishes Jaebeom was here, Jaebeom always liked looking at eye candy with him. Jinyoung pulls out a phone, taking a quick picture of the menu and sending it to Jaebeom for old times’ sake. He gets a reply soon after of his son sleeping on the couch with the cats, and Jinyoung coos under his breath.
The clinking of a glass draws Jinyoung’s attention away from his phone. The bartender had served his drink with a smile. “What’s got you so peppy?” Jinyoung returned the smile.
“My friend just sent me a picture of my kid and his cats. It’s really cute, do you want to see?” Jinyoung may be a bit of an idiot, showing off pictures of his kids to random people, but he feels like he’s doing the world a service. To his credit, the bartender leans over the counter, smiling wide enough for his thick lips to be stretched thin.
“Of course. How old is he now?” Jinyoung turns the phone around with a proud father's smile. The bartender laughs. “He’s very cute, what’s his name?”
Jinyoung can feel his heart blooming with pride. He now knows what his father felt like when Jinyoung was younger and carted around in a stroller. “He’s four, and his name is Yugyeom.” Jinyoung smiles back at the picture. He should make it his lock screen. And home screen. In fact–
Jinyoung saves the picture, immediately setting it to the picture, and the bartender laughs. “Seems like you really love your son. Your friend’s watching over him, right? So are you relaxing with your partner then?”
Jinyoung takes a sip of his drink to prolong giving his answer. The downside of meeting new people was having to remember that Yugyeom has only one parent. “Ah, his mother died in a car crash three years ago.” He downs the drink, letting the sweet alcohol wash away his bitterness.
The bartender’s eyes immediately soften. “Oh, damn, I’m sorry man. That sucks-" his eyes dart around, catching on a new customer, and he excuses himself with a smile. Jinyoung’s eyes follow him again, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. This man was nice enough, friendly and kind.
His phone binged again, and Jinyoung unlocked it, smiling slightly at his brand new lock screen. Jaebeom had texted him; ‘isn’t the deco a bit different?’ and Jinyoung was immediately launching into a whole paragraph or three about the new bartender. He could tell Jaebeom was just responding to respond, not because he was interested, but Jinyoung couldn’t help himself.
The bartender, now that Jinyoung thought about it, was young. Younger than him, maybe. He had a nice smile too, and big eyes that really did make him seem younger. And pretty lips. And he always smiled at the customers, even the slightly pissed ones, offering them a laugh and a drink.
“I’m glad to see you think so highly of me,” the peppy voice caused Jinyoung to look up from his phone and straight into the bartender’s eyes. The words and the meaning behind them took a moment to register, but when it did, Jinyoung’s face burned hot red and he almost threw his phone across the counter.
“I– It’s not-" Jinyoung stammers out, and the bartender just laughs.
He leans across the counter once more, winking. “Maybe you should know my name first, cutie. I’m BamBam.” Jinyoung’s face turns even redder, and BamBam laughs again. “And you are?”
“I’m Park Jinyoung.” BamBam laughs again.
“So stiff, so formal. C’mon, man, crack a smile!” Jinyoung lets the corner of his mouth pull up, and BamBam mirrors it, only wider. It came so easily to him. Jinyoung wishes he could feel as young as he is. He can’t remember the last time he was out and having fun like this.
Even Jaebeom, only a few years older, had time to do this, even married and trying to get through the adoption process. Sometimes, Jinyoung felt like he was losing himself in Yugyeom, losing who he was. He knows it's a far reach, but he feels tired sometimes. BamBam is still smiling, letting Jinyoung work through his tangled thoughts and feelings.
“Sorry,” Jinyoung finally says. He doesn’t know what he’s apologising for, and neither does BamBam.
“Hey, man, I don't think you’re that much older than me, right? Come on, drop the formalities.”
Jinyoung arched a brow. “I’m still a customer, you’re providing me with a service.” BamBam laughed again. He and Jackson were similar in that aspect, never running out of smiles and giggles.
“Well, it’s a good thing my shift ends in ten. Will you stay?” Jinyoung doesn’t know what his ace looks like right now but it must be funny considering BamBam laughs. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know.”
“I don’t know how– I-" Jinyoung flounders for an excuse and BamBam laughs, leaning forward and closing Jinyoung’s open mouth.
“Let me finish up back and when my coworker arrives I’ll come and join you.” Wait, BamBam wants to join him? Before Jinyoung can ask why, BamBam darts off and Jinyoung is left with an empty glass and a bemused smile. BamBam isn’t the same as he is, not at all, but somehow Jinyoung finds that endearing.
The wait is not too long, someone enters and takes their place behind the bar. Jinyoung is about to order another drink when lanky arms loop around his shoulders. He jumps, looking to his right, and there is BamBam grinning at him like a cheshire cat. Jinyoung tries not to be embarrassed but he can feel his ears heat up and BamBam laughs again. His voice is a lot rougher than Jinyoung remembers.
“Hi,” the greeting comes out of Jinyoung’s mouth a lot softer than he’d like and BamBam giggles again.
“Hey. How’s it going?” Before Jinyoung can answer, BamBam turns to the new bartender, exchanging low pleasantries and ordering a drink. Jinyoung once again finds himself looking at BamBam’s gorgeous side profile. He doesn’t know why, but Jinyoung is drawn to him, and it didn’t help that BamBam is insanely pretty. “You could take a picture, you know. It’d last longer.”
BamBam had caught Jinyoung staring again, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I”—Jinyoung fumbles for words as BamBam laughs—”I– do you find joy in teasing me?”
Jinyoung expected an answer that wasn’t flirty, but he had underestimated BamBam apparently. The much skinnier bartender leans in close, breath ghosting over Jinyoung’s cheek. Jinyoung is practically frozen in his seat as BamBam whispers in his ear, “Yes.”
Jinyoung feels like he could explode from the inside, face burning hot and BamBam cackling at his expense. “Stop teasing me,” he whines, “Aren’t I older than you?” BamBam laughs again.
“I don’t know, how old are you?” Jinyoung tells him, and BamBam laughs again. “You are older than me by three years, oppa.” BamBam emphasizes the honorific, and Jinyoung chokes on air, heat pooling in his stomach at the sound of it.
“What the fu-” BamBam cuts him off with an elbow.
“No cursing in the establishment, hyung.” Jinyoung glares at BamBam with no bite.
“You are a pain in my ass,” Jinyoung decides out loud, and BamBam snorts, leaning in and fluttering his eyes at the older, who pointedly turns his head away.
BamBam laughs again, whining and pushing his head into Jinyoung’s shoulder. “Stop ignoring me, hyung,” he draws out the last syllable of the honorific, “Pay attention to me.” Jinyoung turns his eyes to BamBam, mouth tightening at the sight of BamBam’s usual shit-eating grin.
“Then”—Jinyoung is the one leaning forward this time, hand coming around and sliding down to the small of BamBam’s back—”don’t be a brat, BamBam-ah.” BamBam is finally startled, his eyes quavering and his mouth moves from a smile to a gasp.
Jinyoung smiles in satisfaction, not missing the way BamBam’s eyes flick to his lips. He returns to his original sitting posture, and BamBam almost immediately downs his drink. There’s a moment of silence, where Jinyoung and BamBam just sit there and look at each other, until BamBam finally reaches forward and interlaces his fingers with Jinyoung’s.
“Let’s get out of here, hyung.” Jinyoung’s eyes shift to look at BamBam’s hand holding his, feeling his heart warm. “Hyung?”
Jinyoung shakes his head to get out of his thoughts, smiling at BamBam. “Yeah. Where do you wanna go?” BamBam laughs.
“My place, you can meet my cats. I saw your son, let me show you mine,” BamBam jokes and Jinyoung snorts, bumping his broad shoulder into BamBam’s thinner one. The younger whines playfully, pinching Jinyoung with his free hand. “Hyung, stop playing around.” Jinyoung just laughs again, and BamBam doesn’t wait for a response, pulling Jinyoung out of the bar and down the street.
Apparently BamBam didn’t live far, his apartment building only a few blocks away. In the elevator, no words were exchanged. BamBam had pulled Jinyoung in by his neck and pressed a kiss to the older’s lips and the night had started.
Jinyoung’s free hand (the two hadn’t stopped holding hands) made its way to the small of BamBam’s back again, holding him close. BamBam’s lips were full and chapped, and Jinyoung couldn’t get enough of them. But the elevator dings, the doors open, and BamBam pulls away. Jinyoung pouts at the loss, but BamBam pays no heed, dragging Jinyoung down into his apartment.
The door bursts open and BamBam soon pins Jinyoung to the closed door behind him, mouth finding his. “Fuck– BamBam-” Jinyoung gasps out and BamBam laughs breathily. “Don’t worry, hyung, I’ll take care of you, you big baby.”
The words startle Jinyonug, and his eyes narrow, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against BamBam’s. “Hm. I think it’ll be the other way, BamBam-ah. Don’t forget, baby, I’m the hyung.” BamBam’s eyes light up with desire and Jinyoung’s hands travel down, ready for a busy night.
And it certainly was busy. When Jinyoung woke up in BamBam’s apartment the next day, his head hurt like hell. He didn’t really know why, but it probably had something to do with how he kept accidentally knocking his head against the headboard, and possibly how he and BamBam drank even more right before heading to bed for one last round before falling asleep.
Now that he thinks about it, his everything hurts. His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his head hurts, and his dick and ass definitely hurts. But his heart is warm, and his body is warm as well, thanks to BamBam curling around Jinyoung’s waist and burying his head in Jinyoung’s shoulder. Jinyoung’s arm is trapped under BamBam’s shoulders, which may be part of the reason it aches, but he doesn’t really mind. Especially after last night.
Jinyoung can’t help himself, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to BamBam’s temple. He’s grown fond of the younger man. When they weren’t fucking, BamBam was always friendly and funny, and liked to play cards and watch dramas which Jinyoung appreciated. And his cats were adorable.
One, Jinyoung thinks is King, was curled up at the foot of the bed. Jinyoung doesn’t quite know how it got in, but he doesn’t mind, making soft noises to draw the cat over. King doesn’t care at first, but after a few minutes he wanders over, settling on Jinyoung’s chest like he owns it. The weight is comforting, and Jinyoung could almost fall asleep again.
However, before he can, BamBam stirs and yawns, eyes flickering open, his eyelashes tickling Jinyoung’s shoulder. Jinyoung giggles at the sensation, and BamBam smiles lazily up at Jinyoung. “Morning, hyung,” he says, breath ghosting over Jinyoung’s collarbone, eyes still trained on the older.
“Good morning, BamBam,” Jinyoung responds, smiling back and leaning down the best he can to press another kiss to BamBam’s forehead. “Did you sleep well?” BamBam laughs, rough and low in his throat.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that, hyung? After all, you’re my guest.” Jinyoung just laughs, and King presses a paw into his cheek in retaliation at the movement. BamBam snickers. “It seems like you’re stuck in my bed for the time being. Do you want me to get King off or would you like to be served breakfast in bed?”
Jinyoung snorts again, and King, annoyed enough, just retreats to the windowsill, where the sunlight is just as warm as Jinyoung’s chest. “Well, there’s my answer.” BamBam snorts, wrapping his hand loosely around Jinyoung’s wrist. He brings the elder's hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly.
Jinyoung can feel the warmth bloom in his chest again, and BamBam rolls his eyes endearingly before hopping out of bed. He only was able to take a few steps, however, his knees buckled and down went BamBam like a sack of potatoes.
Jinyoung leaned over the edge of the bed and laughed. “Having some trouble there, Bam-ah?” BamBam glared at Jinyoung, pulling himself up with the edge of the bedframe and shaky legs.
“Fuck you,” he says with no bite at all, and Jinyoung laughs again.
“I mean, we went at it for almost the whole day, even over your kitchen counter. But if you want…” he trails off and winks, and BamBam looks disgusted but with a twinkle in his eyes.
He leans closer, nose brushing against Jinyoung’s. “Well, hyung, I distinctly remember, on the sofa, you crying because I just wouldn’t let you-” Jinyoung cuts him off with a hand over BamBam’s mouth.
“Okay, you made your point, BamBam-ah. We get it, you fuck just as hard as I do.” BamBam cackles again, not unlike a crow, and Jinyoung can’t help but let a smile tug at his lips. “Let’s just go make breakfast. Jesus.”
Jinyoung manages to stay upright, and BamBam is slightly miffed about it, but it doesn’t mean his legs don’t hurt all the same. Jinyoung can feel his leg muscles screaming at him in agony. They make it to the kitchen aching and giggly, and BamBam crinkles his nose in disgust at the mess on it. “Gross. I forgot we didn’t clean up.”
Jinyoung snorts. “I’ll wipe the counter, you can start breakfast. Sounds good?” BamBam nods, still shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are you so unhappy at the state of your kitchen, Bam? I mean, last night you seemed to enjoy being fucked to tears,” Jinyoung can’t help but tease BamBam back, and BamBam squawks again, smacking Jinyoung on his sweaty and sticky chest.
“Oh, my God, shut up hyung.”
There was no room for banter after that, BamBam had thrown a wad of baby wipes at Jinyoung’s face. While Jinyoung was wiping down every spot they had occupied last night, BamBam was busy frying some food and trying to ignore the look of Jinyoung’s ass as he was on his knees and wiping the floor.
They managed to get through the morning without any side excursions (though Jinyoung did suck off BamBam in the shower and vice versa), and Jinyoung was ready to make his way home when BamBam grabbed his arm.
“Hyung, can I have your number?” Jinyoung tries to keep his face from breaking out into a smile, but he can’t help himself.
“Yeah, sure.”
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Am anon who wanted to request Dark and Eric x reader dnfjfjfjfj y/n getting overwhelmed by how much they love the two and just wanting express that love but not being sure how?? (Take as long as you need to write it no pressure cncncn)
ANON I WROTE IT AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT IS SWEET FLUFF and I really like how it turned how but yee I hope it is okay, especially the ending anyway here’s the story! :D
Love was an overwhelming, pink tsunami that dragged you out to sea in its foamy claws and swallowed you whole. It left you trapped in an underwater world filled with butterflies that swirled into your stomach and nestled there. You were shocked by heart shaped eels and they sent jolts of electricity down your spine. Love is torture, sometimes, people say, but all the people who’ve said that forget what it’s like to be in love. It doesn’t feel like torture, and it never should. When those eels electrocuted you it felt like your whole body was laughing, and when those underwater butterflies emerged from the deep, it felt like they left playful kisses inside you.
People have said love is torture because it’s so overwhelming, so joyful, and for the first time in your life, you felt it.
You wanted to show Eric and Dark that, wanted them to see how you felt-- how they made you feel, like you were full of blooming flowers and sunshine. You wanted them to know-- but how could you? There were so many things they did for you! Dark would always give you roses, and candy, or he’d give you sweets he brought from the bakery, or just little tiny antiques he’d thought you like. Eric was much simpler, he cooked breakfast for you, or cleaned the house when you were feeling down, and sometimes, he’d just go outside for a while and come back with a hand full of wildflowers. What gifts could you buy, or make, or find to compare to those?
There was always psychical affection, but when it came to them, it seemed that for every kiss you gave them, they’d come back for a thousand more! What could you do for them? Where would you even start? Maybe with kisses and hugs? Or flowers? Or maybe you could go to the bakery and get their favorite? Or.. you huffed in frustration, before throwing your phone onto the mattress you sat on and flopping down onto it. What could you do? The anniversary was a week away, and you didn’t know what to do. Dark had a restaurant reserved already, and all of you were supposed to go out to lunch on the anniversary, and Eric said he was making a special morning breakfast-- you were responsible for dinner.
What could you even do?
You sighed, before deciding to google some ideas for dinner. You picked up your phone, turned it on, and then went online. There wasn’t much, nothing was enough! You groaned, before deciding to go to your gallery, thinking that maybe you had some recipes saved there, but instead, you found..a lot of pictures and videos of you, Eric and Dark. You thought for a moment, a foggy image of an idea starting to form-- you needed to save those photos to a hard drive, but you kept forgetting! Maybe you could do that, no wait! You should print them instead! Duh! It would make a great anniversary present, and you could always figure dinner out later, anyway!
Getting up, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading to a local store, which luckily had a machine where you could print photos on your phone. You went out the door, to the car, and drove. Once you were there, you entered the building, taking in the white tile and the stocked shelves, before noticing the craft aisle. You..you could make a scrapbook-- no, scrapbooks! Why didn’t you think of it sooner? Eric and Dark would each have their own! You rushed over, grabbing an orange photo album and a black one, before loading up on stickers, colorful paper, paint, markers and glitter glue. You put that all in the small cart before going to print your photos (which..cost a lot, surprisingly) you then went around the store,buying a polaroid camera and two boxes of film. Then, you paid and went home, stashing the supplies under your bed.
The week passed by in a blur of late nights, coffee and energy drinks, cutting up construction paper, kitten stickers, glitter glue, paint stained clothes, and ink stained hands, but the day arrived, and by that time, the albums were done. You also ordered a projector, which also conveniently arrived on time.
You awoke on the special day to the smell of bacon.
Unwrapping yourself from Dark’s arms, almost rushing out of the room, before you realized you forgot your polaroid camera. You grabbed it and adjusted the settings, making sure it wouldn’t flash by taking a picture of Dark sleeping. You then went to the kitchen, where Eric was calmly making breakfast and brewing coffee, even making homemade muffins as he hummed through the kitchen, flipping pancakes. He saw you and smiled.
“G-good morning!”
You gave him a sleepy smile, “Good morning Eric.”
He turned his back towards the stove, where you took a quick picture, you then turned away, hid the camera in the big shirt you wore, and then let the picture develop, before managing to hide the pictures you took underneath the coffee table, where the scrapbooks lay. You then scurried to the table, sitting at the comfy loveseat you three often used.
Dark then came into the kitchen, his hair a mess, “Good morning..”
You chuckled, “Good morning sleepy head.”
“G-good morning Dark!” Said Eric, turning off the stove and getting the muffins out of the oven, he then served three big plates for all of you, stacked with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. After that, he grabbed three cups of coffee before sitting in the middle of the both of you, receiving kisses on his cheeks as he did.
“Thank you for breakfast!” You cooed, giving him another kiss on the cheek, before reaching over for the syrup on the table, and pouring it all over your pancakes.
“Thank you for breakfast, darling.” Said Dark softly, before giving him another kiss on the cheek you managed to somehow snap a photo of the two before hiding your camera again.
After that, you all were so full that you just.. Ended up going to bed and watching movies till lunch time came, Eric was in the middle again, and cuddling next to Dark, who was petting his hair gently. After the third movie, you noticed that.. They were both asleep. You smiled, before taking the camera out again and taking a quick picture. You then snuck out of the bed, going to hide the picture you took once more.
You all got dressed in fancy clothing before going into Dark’s car, and driving to the place.
When you arrived, you were greeted with the sight of a fancy building surrounded by trees, the outside looked like a mansion, and you could see the multiple chairs and fancy tables inside. Dark took both of your hands and led you down the path, going to a waiter and saying his name, after that, you all were taken to a private section of the restaurant and then sat down at an exquisite table next to a window, where you could see a view of a beautiful garden. After ordering a fancy version of your favorite meal, Dark ordered a steak and fries, while Eric ordered chicken fried steak topped off with gravy and with potatoes.
The three of you ate in relative peace, talking and chatting, going over memories. After the meal was done, Dark whispered something in the waiter’s ear, they then left, going to get something. After a few minutes, they came back with two huge bouquets of roses and two boxes of chocolate. You were given a box and bouquet, while Eric was given the same. You both smiled at Dark and thanked him, which caused him to smile as well.
After the roses, you all ordered dessert and chatted more, laughing-- your boys smiling, you managed to take a few secret pictures, since you took a handbag with you, you got the pictures and hid them once more, along with the camera. Then, once the deserts were eaten, you all went home. You felt nervous as you did, but you hid it the best you could, talking and chatting with them as you did.. You hoped they would like dinner.. You just decided to order from their favorite restaurants, and then also order a custom cake from a local bakery, which was also going to be delivered.
You immediately got to work setting up the bedroom by telling Dark and Eric you were going to take a quick nap, which was a lie. Instead, you decorated the ceiling with string lights, fixed the bed up, and hung a sheet on one wall, using bluetooth to connect the projector to your phone. By the time you were done sprucing the room up, the doorbell rang. You rushed to answer it, wallet in hand, as you gave the deliverers their money, taking the four bags. You got French cuisine for Dark and some good ol southern food for Eric, while also getting your favorite and a pizza too. Just in case nobody wanted the other food. Five minutes after that, the cake came. It was chocolate, and wonderfully decadent. You even had the top decorated in gold, with happy one year anniversary-- here’s to making more memories! Scrolled on top.
You set up all the food in the bedroom and put the cake on the desk. You then made sure the projector was working. After everything was set up to your liking, you lead Dark and Eric into the bedroom, told them to put on their pajamas, and then went to go get your scrapbook. You scrambled to peek underneath the coffee table, getting the scrapbooks and grabbing your handbag, you fished out all the pictures and camera before rushing off to the bedroom.
You came inside to the sight of Eric and Dark wearing matching pajamas, you smiled at how adorable they looked.
“Don’t look at these until I’m done changing!” You said, placing their gifts on the bed before going into the same pajamas they were wearing. Once you were done, you grabbed the scrapbooks, and sat in the middle of them, before giving them each of their scrapbooks, Eric’s was a soft orange, covered with cute stickers of kittens, puppies, and other baby animals, along with flowers, you then gave Dark his, a dark black book, covered with cute little kitten stickers and roses as well.
They looked at you in surprise, and you smiled shyly, your cheeks heating up as they opened their photo albums.
Eric gasped softly, “I-it’s the selfie we took on our f-first date together! And look! It’s us at the p-park! And at d-disney land!”
Dark looked at his, and you glanced at him, noticing the smile on his face, as he pointed at a photo of him with a dog filter on, “I thought I told you to delete that.”
You smirked, “And I thought I told you I wouldn’t delete it!”
You all laughed and smiled at the colorful, lovingly made, albums, pointing and laughing at memories as you did. Pictures of Eric and You in messy clothes, covered in flour, brought up the memory of you and him trying to make Dark a homemade cake. Another photo had Dark and Eric cuddling on the couch, another was at the beach, of you and Dark playing in the water-- there were so many, many memories. All of them happy. You held the photos from today in your hands, Eric smiling at the stove, Dark kissing his cheek, the food you ate this morning and at lunch, the garden outside the restaurant..you had so many happy memories.
“Darling, these..are wonderful!” Dark whispered, rubbing his finger over a picture of you and him, which was surrounded by the date (thank goodness for your phone, or you wouldn’t have remembered it) and the occasion, all written in beautiful cursive. The page was also filled with stickers and glitter, and pieces of construction paper cut into hearts.
Eric meanwhile, was looking at the scrapbook with tears in his eyes, before sobbing out, “I-I love it!” and giving you a hug. You had put so much work into it and he loved it! You scribbled lyrics from his favorite song, and even the lyrics of the first song you danced to together! He couldn’t help but cry! You even put baby duck stickers! He loved baby ducks!
You hugged him back, smiling and almost crying yourself, feeling so, so happy!
You sniffed, and then turned to the projector on the floor, before turning it on and going to your gallery, where all your videos were. You selected one, playing a home movie. It was of all of you, having a mini sleepover together, laughing and giggling as you started a pillow fight with Eric.
The next video played, featuring you snickering in the background as you caught Dark and Eric kissing, and teased them. Dark ran after you, which caused you to shriek. The next one was of you and Eric pranking Dark, mostly you, though. You tickled his nose and put whipped cream on his hand as he slept. He ended up with whipped cream all over his face. Videos of all three of you played, happy memories, wonderful memories-- full of giggles and kisses, laughter and cuddles, pull of pure pink waves of love, the happiest moments.
The last one was of you, talking to the camera, “Happy anniversary, you guys-- I-I um, just wanna thank you for making this the best year of my life,” both video you and real you teared up as it played, “I’ve never been so happy before,even when times got hard, and we got into arguments.. I was still happy, because I had you. I want to thank you for that. Here’s to another year-- no, another ten years! Happy anniversary, Dark and Eric, I love you.” Then, you brought a hand to your lips and blew a kiss to the camera, which caused them to chuckle, teary eyed.
Then, the video cut off, and they both looked at you, Eric was crying while Dark tried to hide it. They both hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“I lo-love you so much!” Eric sobbed, “I love you both so much.”
A few tears slipped out of Dark’s cheeks as he hugged the both of you, “I love you both so much.”
You smiled, looking at the both of them, “And I love the both of you. Happy anniversary!”
“Happy anniversary!” They said, before giving you a kiss on the cheek.
Dark sniffed, crossing his arms, “Enough of this sappy stuff. Let’s eat.”
You and Eric giggled, cuddling close to him and opening up the food before digging in. You put on a movie as the three of you cuddled, gorging on food as you did. After dinner was done, you opened the cake up, and you three each got a slice, when everything was done, you all were too sleepy to put it up. Dark ended up snapping his fingers, and everything disappeared into the fridge, he also turned off the projector. You all cuddled close together in the cozy blankets, exchanging kisses and going over memories until you fell asleep in their arms, the happiest person in the world.
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Checkers and Coffee
Pairing: spencer reid x reader
Rating: G , fluffy! Some mention of a stalker, typical unsub stuff but story does not take place during a case. Enjoy the cute!
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The Charleston sun was still rising, not yet heating the air to sweltering, and the morning smelled of coffee and salt water. Most people would have been asleep at their vacation homes at this time of day, but you happened to be seated in a cozy booth at the local diner across from a certain tall, tousle-haired Doctor. The rest of his team had left earlier that morning on their jet, but unrelated to their recent case, they were transporting two Marines back to DC and two people needed to wait for a later commercial flight… you’d all drawn straws, and the lucky agents to stay behind were yourself and one Dr. Spencer Reid.
You’d checked out of the hotel, but hadn’t wanted to go to the airport just yet. So you’d convinced Spencer to join you at one of your favorite places for a few cups of coffee and breakfast. It must have been the lack of sleep combined with lack of coffee that caused you to challenge someone with an eidetic memory to a strategy game.
“You really think you can beat me?” His brown eyes glinted as he raised his left brow and smirked.
You rolled your eyes and nudged the round crimson game piece one space forward. “It’s checkers, Spencer. Not chess.”
“True,” he responded, scooting forward a black piece of his own. “But there’s still a significant amount of strategy involved. Did you know that versions of checkers were played as far back as 3,000 BCE? Archaeologists found evidence of a similar game in the Iraq city of Ur, and there have been other versions played throughout history. Though I’m not sure any of those versions involved a fabric board…”
His sentence was cut off by a grey-haired waitress who took your breakfast orders with military precision and a smile. You didn’t place a dainty order either. If Spencer thought you were a gluttonous cow, then so be it… breakfast was the best meal of the day, and you didn’t make it to Fleetwood Diner nearly often enough. You were pleased that Spencer took your suggestion of pancakes as part of his order, though his were plain and not the blueberry ones you preferred.
“Playing checkers at the Fleetwood Diner is tradition in these parts. At least, in my family it is.” You countered, jumping one of his pieces and trying not to gloat as you snatched it off the board. “Your turn.”
“Well, if it’s a tradition in the Y/L/N family then I’m happy to partake.” he shrugged, and gulped down more coffee out of the stout, thick handled cup. “Is it just me, or does coffee taste better when it’s served in this kind of mug?”
You grinned and looked over your shoulder to see where your waitress was. “Not just you - I love diner mugs. In fact, a couple of Fleetwood ones may have mysteriously made their way into my kitchen cabinet.”
“A federal agent, admitting to thievery!” Spencer laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body at the sound of his laughter and the way his wide grin made his eyes crinkle. You hadn’t heard that laugh in several days, maybe even a week? Despite the busy workload in the intelligence department of the FBI, you’d taken off for South Carolina as soon as your sister had called asking for your help. The BAU had come down a couple of days later after you’d phoned JJ, the panic and emotion in your voice convincing her to bring the team to your hometown to help. The fact that everything had worked out… well, the fact that you were even able to smile was truly something to be thankful for.
Your sister’s 6 year old son James had gone missing from the University day-care that he attended after his half day of kindergarten. It turned out that one of her former students, now going by a new name, had targeted her. He was jaded since she’d turned him down shortly before her wedding 7 years ago and coveted the life she’d built. After 3 days of dedicated work on the geographical profile, James was found in an abandoned warehouse. He had been unharmed but was very dehydrated. The UnSub was located a few hours later as he was en route to the University, where he would have… well, done something terrible to your sister.
“I owe you one,” you smiled back, moving another piece. “And not just for keeping my diner mug secret. There’s no way I could have handled this one out without you and your team. It means the world- thank you.”
“Oh, I’m sure…” he started to brush off the commend, looking a tad sheepish before you cut him off with a look and placed your hand on top of his, squeezing gently. He gulped. “You’re welcome.”
You withdrew your hand awkwardly, hoping to whatever higher power there was that your cheeks weren’t changing colors. The two of you continued moving your checkers pieces, and you downed the last sip of your coffee before reaching for the pot the waitress had left on the table.
“The only flaw of these mugs… they aren’t nearly large enough.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
The corners of Spencer’s mouth turned up slightly. “I was debating doing some research through the biomedical engineering program at Johns Hopkins… There has to be a way to inject coffee straight into the bloodstream.”
“Might even earn yourself another PhD, smarty pants.” you played along, teasing him. You loved the way he lit up at the banter as you went back and forth.
“One can never have too many PhDs.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“No PhDs, and yet you’re winning at checkers.”
“Are you letting me?”
“No. Do you want me to?”
“No!” You gasped. “I like to win fair and square.”
“Oh, that’s too bad…” He smirked, and double jumped your pieces. “I might just have to make a comeback.”
“You son of a…”
“Pancakes!” chimed your waitress, swooping them down to your table. They looked perfect, as always, and your mouth watered. You knew they would taste even better. “And the blueberry, with extra crispy bacon. Syrup is on the table, anything else I can get you?”
“More coffee?” You and Spencer said in unison, looking at each other in embarrassment when you realized it had happened.
“That would be amazing, thank you.” You told the waitress as she took the empty pot from your table and said she’d be back momentarily.
You ate in silence for a few minutes - both due to the delicious food and also to take in what you were feeling. Of course, you felt relieved that your family was healthy and safe. Genuinely thankful for the smarts and skills of the BAU, especially those of the man across from you. You also felt… nervous? Oh dear, were those butterflies?
Of course, you knew Spencer prior to his arrival in Charleston to help with the case. You both worked at the Bureau and everyone knew the BAU team. You’d been with Spencer at a couple of functions (not together, just… there at the same time), and had gotten to know a few other members of the team over the years. Your department frequently passed cases their way, so you worked with JJ and Penelope most often. You’d always found Spencer handsome, but figured he was either already seeing someone, well out of your league or just… not interested.
But now, after spending the last several days in close quarters and under emotional stress, you felt that something had changed. The entire team was great, but Spencer in particular had been sweet, supportive and focused on helping you and your family. And when your nephew had finally been found, he'd been the one to talk to him, probing for details that would help in the UnSub’s capture. He'd pulled a magic trick to make James laugh, and you could immediately see how much he loved kids. Something about that combined with the extra time together… well, now that you weren't so anxious about your family, your attraction to him was ramping up into a desire for more than just the casual acquaintance you had before.
But did he feel the same?
The coffee arrived and you finished your last piece of bacon.
"So, uh.." Spencer started, fiddling with a sugar packet. "What time is our flight?"
"10:30.” you replied, sipping your coffee. It was just after 7:00. “So we should probably be there around 8:45 or so and it takes 45 minutes to get there…we can grab our checks if you want to leave a little extra time to grab our luggage from the hotel.”
“Okay, yeah. That would be good.” He flagged down the waitress quietly. “Can I get the check? Thank you so much.”
She handed over the seafoam green order slip, to which was paper clipped a crisp white receipt. He scanned the total briefly and handed it back with his card tucked inside faster than you could even move to pull out your wallet. You pulled it out anyway, feeling a bit flustered.
“What do I owe ya, Doc?” you joked, flipping through the cash in your wallet.
“Don’t worry about it,” he responded, the pitch of his voice rising ever so slightly. “My treat, Y.N. Besides, isn’t it normal for a gentleman to… well, not that this is a… um, never mind.” He looked back to your now-forgotten checkers board, his lips narrowed together in concentration.
You grinned, hoping that you had heard him right. “I love a breakfast date. Even better than a coffee date, really.”
His tongue brushed over his lower lip and he looked back up at you before responding.
“What about dinner and… well, it’s not a movie, but I happen to have an extra ticket to a poetry reading on Thursday if you’d like to join me and…”
“I’d love to.” You smiled at him, feeling absolutely giddy at the prospect of a romantic date later in the week.“We can figure it out while we wait at the airport.”
His whole face lit up, and he followed you out of the restaurant. A couple of hours later, your head would come to rest on his shoulder while you napped on the flight home, and Spencer would feel very pleased indeed that he’d switched straws with Morgan to get this extra time with you
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Blind Date
Requested by @swampythesweetsketch ! Thank you for your suggestion and I hope you like it!
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“I’m so nervous,” Murray admitted, sitting in front of the mirror and staring at himself. “What if he doesn’t like me?”
“Dude, c’mon!” Sly retorted, barely looking up from where he was putting a top coat over Murray’s nail polish. “If he doesn’t like you, then I’m Santa Claus!”
“That can be arranged,” Bentley teased. “Seriously, though, Murray. Just be yourself. That’s how to be the most attractive.”
“Yeah,” Murray looked away. “I guess. But…”
“Hey,” Sly slid onto the vanity, gently pushing aside a makeup palette with his tail as he sat directly in front of his friend. “Stop worrying, okay?” He grinned. “You know this guy is into you. You’ve been talking for ages. It’s worth a shot at least, right?”
“Right!” Murray squared his shoulders like he was going into battle, and wasn’t wearing holographic nails and a smokey eye. “Thanks for doin my topcoat for me, Sly. And thanks for helping me with my suit, Bentley.”
“No problem,” his brothers said simultaneously.
Sly patted Murray’s shoulder. “Go get ‘im, pal.”
“We’ll be waiting,” Bentley promised.
Murray smiled, and headed out the door.
“All right, Sly,” Bentley said, “you know what to do.”
Sly grabbed his binocucom and cane. “On it!”
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Murray was already nervous enough being in a sizable crowd with bounty on his head, but, just as Sly had assured him, Murray was the best at disguises out of all of them, and nobody would recognize “The Murray” with makeup on.
He liked his makeup look; just a foundation to match his skin tone, a little contour, blush, and a smokey eye. Sly had helped with his nails, and they looked good. It wasn’t like Murray couldn’t have done it on his own, but Sly wanted to help, and he was better at nails than at eyeliner. Murray chuckled to himself, thinking of the last time Sly tried to do a winged liner. He’d looked even more like a raccoon than usual!
He was sitting alone at the table, waiting for his date, like he had been for the better part of an hour. Every time the door opened, he would look up, expecting to see a handsome man looking for his table. But, it was just couples or families. He sighed. He was sure a blind date would’ve been better, seeing as nobody could turn him down just because of his weight, but maybe the guy had guessed, judging by how much Murray talked about recipes. Or maybe he thought Murray was a sissy, or…
The door opened again, to someone by themselves. Except Murray could recognize that tail in his sleep. Sly had a satin jacket over a button-down shirt, hair slicked back. He was wearing the dance shoes they’d stolen from India, and was looking a little lost. Murray was a bit worried for two reasons. The first was that Sly was here at all; had something happened? The second was that Sly could only handle big crowds if he was at a social event. Parties, he liked. There were excuses to mingle in small groups. He had never liked large throngs of people. If Sly has a panic attack…
But instead, Sly found him (after pretending to have been looking for him) and waved. Murray waved back, confused, as Sly strode forward confidently through the crowd.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sly said, brushing dust off his lapels. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“You didn’t,” Murray said, a bit confused. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Sly demurred, giggling shyly. “Oh, don’t be silly! How could I ever turn down a hunk like you?”
Murray wanted to laugh. Sly liked playing the effeminate gay. The question was, why was he doing that in the first place? At that moment, the door to the restaurant opened again, and Bentley rolled his wheelchair inside. People who were waiting for a table stepped aside to give him room. He was disguised as well, a cloth hat matching the more casual dark wash denim jacket he was wearing over a black necktie. Murray could appreciate the aesthetic...but he was still confused.
Bentley made his way towards the table. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, pitching his voice deeper in contrast to the way Sly’s had been more high-pitched. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” He glared at Sly.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Sly pointed an accusing finger at Bentley. “I’m here for my date!”
“So am I,” Bentley said, and Murray smiled, starting to catch on. “One of us has the wrong table and you, buddy,” the turtle wheeled into Sly’s space, making the raccoon step back, hand splayed on his heart in dramatic offense, “are definitely at the wrong table. This gentleman is far too handsome for you!”
“I think he’s just the right amount of handsome,” Sly argues. “Just look at those bulging muscles,” he gestured, and Murray flexed, having a bit of fun now that he was in on the joke. “A man like that deserves the world!”
“Guys, you’re gonna make me blush,” Murray grumbled under his breath. Sly winked before sliding back into character as Bentley charged further.
“And? You still kept this gorgeous man waiting! Look at the poor guy’s makeup! All smudged because you were off…” Bentley waved his hand as he searched for an insult, “vaping!”
Sly gasped. “Do you think I would smoke around such a deceptively delicate flower?! The nerve!”
Murray looked over again as the restaurant doors opened. It was his real date, a buck with gold chains draped artfully around his antlers, dressed to the nines in a slimming suit to complement his slender body. Murray recognized the designer logo on his tie, and felt shame creep up his throat as he thought of his thrifted jacket and pilfered shirt. Even the silk skirt he was so proud of made him feel like a freak next to this guy.
“What’s going on here?” The buck spoke, his voice like molten chocolate, as he approached the table. “Which of you is Murray?” His eyes slid approvingly over Sly, and Murray hid his face. “I hope it’s you, handsome.”
“Sorry,” Sly slid in beside Murray, hooking his arm through the hippo’s. “I’m taken. Happily.”
“Me too.” Bentley took Murray’s hand, glaring at the buck.
The deer narrowed his eyes, then laughed. “Oh, thank god,” he said, relieved. “I could never be seen with such a,” he waved his hand derisively, “hideous beast.”
“Hey,” Sly said, voice sharp despite the different pitch. Murray recognized it as the raccoon’s “don’t fuck with me” voice, a rarely seen anger flashing in his eyes. “Murray is amazing! He’s funny and kind and always knows what to say!”
“His strength and skill can’t be matched!” Bentley agreed.
“And tonight, he’s my date.” Sly declared. “So fuck off.”
“No, he’s my date,” Bentley argued. “You fuck off!”
As his two friends bickered, Murray watched the deer walk away. He felt a little bit upset at the rejection, but his friends were nearby, defending him on what was technically their night off. He felt warm inside even so. It was good to be with his brothers again.
Once the deer was out of sight, Sly deflated. “Ack, my throat,” he complained. “I don’t know how you do those high-pitches voices, Murray. I feel like I’ll be raspy by tomorrow!”
Murray chuckled. “It takes practice.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Bentley suggested. “I think we’ve caused enough of a scene.” He glanced at the table. “Nothing needs to be paid for, right?”
“Nope. I didn’t order yet.” Murray replied.
“Let’s get Chinese,” Sly said, stretching as Murray got to his feet. “I saw a great place on the way over.” He locked his arm through Murray’s, hiding a yawn in the hippo’s bicep.
“Do you mean you saw it or smelled it?” Bentley asked, guiding Murray to the handles of his chair. That was about equivalent to hand-holding, Murray knew.
Sly laughed. “Both!”
“Chinese sounds fantastic,” Murray said, sighing in the fresh air. He was still upset about being stood up. He was glad for his friends, but…
“That guy was a complete jerk,” Bentley grumbled, going back to controlling his own chair as Sly let go of Murray. It wasn’t a sudden “no homo” sort of thing, though. It was more of a natural progression as they walked together on the sidewalk, with Bentley’s chair a half-step ahead. “What didjya day his name was?”
“Pierce Monogram,” Murray said. “Trust fund baby, I think. Works in the family business selling shoes.”
“That’s ironic,” Sly mused, swinging his arms up to rest behind his head as he walked. “He wasn’t wearing shoes.”
Murray laughed. “No, I guess he wasn’t. That’s a dealbreaker for me.”
“Murray, you don’t wear shoes either,” Bentley said.
“Exactly!” Murray went on, still laughing. “Somebody has to wear the shoes in the relationship!”
All three of them laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing until they reached the Chinese.
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“Ah, the smell of sweet, sweet MSG,” Sly licked his lips as he set out the various cartons and bowls.
“This isn’t going to give me indigestion, is it?” Bentley asked skeptically, wrinkling his nose.
“No, no, I got your egg rolls and plain rice here,” Sly set out the food separately for Bentley before using a set of chopsticks to serve himself liberal amount of pork fried rice and vegetable lo mein, claiming one of the containers of scallion pancakes for himself.
“Man,” Murray grinned, slurping his hot and sour soup, “I forgot how good Chinese food actually is.”
“Right?!” Sly beamed. “Glad I thought of it. I haven’t had a good Chinese in months!”
“It’s delicious, I agree. Pass the wonton soup, Murray?” Bentley asked.
“What’re we watchin?” Sly asked between shoveling noodles into his mouth.
Murray blushed. “Are you guys gonna kill me if I say I wanna watch “Pitch Perfect” again?”
Sly swallowed noisily. “Nah, I like that one all right. It’s funny.”
“I’ve no objection,” Bentley said, taking off his glasses momentarily to clean them of the fog from his soup. “It’s date night, after all. You always pick the films for date night.”
“You guys still wanna call it date night?” Murray asked.
The gang had always jokingly held “date nights” for self care, movies, and video games. But that had been before Murray was officially out of the closet. His friends were straight. He thought they hadn’t had a date night in a while because his friends didn’t want to do that sort of this with him now that he was out as gay.
Sly leaned forward. “You okay, big guy?”
Murray sniffled. “I...I dunno, I thought you guys...didn’t wanna do this with me anymore.”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Bentley asked.
“I’m gay,” Murray confessed. “I like guys.”
“So?” Sly twitched his tail in confusion. “You’re still my brother. My friend.” He waved his tail in Murray’s face, making the hippo sneeze. “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear,” the raccoon snuggled up properly against Murray’s side, chittering quietly, “I love you, pal.”
“So do I,” Bentley affirmed. “And...not to be too blunt about it, but...it was pretty obvious to me that you weren’t straight. But,” he cleared his throat, smiling. “That never mattered to me. You’re still my brother. And I still love you.”
Murray rubbed the tears out of his eyes. “Thanks, guys.”
“Sure thing, Murray,” Sly replied, butting his head against Murray’s shoulder before sitting up to properly shovel more food down his throat.
“I’ll get the DVD,” Bentley abandoned his food momentarily and rolled his chair over to set up the TV. Once he was done, he took his food and rolled closer to the couch, so Murray could enjoy his comfort, too.
Murray smiled warmly, happily chowing down on Chinese food and shouting all the words to the songs at the top of his lungs.
That was the best part about being home, Murray decided as he laughed at Sly nearly choking on a wonton and Bentley snorting soup out his nose. Being with the people who loved you unconditionally.
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