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young, dumb & bwoke | ln4

hi! as u can see i couldn't stop myself from writing about last saturday events in amsterdam with mr norris as main star (he was more popular than the king himself lmao). lando is literally what i always bring to the function and yup, enjoy him being the chaotic drunk bestie while max and y/n are his literal party parents. its nothing crazy and without plot basically, i just added sum to this years' koningsdag so yeah, enjoy!

summary: there is nothing that lando loves more than a good party and his beloved dutch friends so imagine him with drink in his cup surrounded by whole orange nation. it could be nuts and it was

warnings: TONS of alcohol, lando being drunk (and hurted), mentions of blood, basically sum chaos

pairing: fem!dutch!bff!reader x lando norris (ft. max verstappen)

Lando couldn't wait for the plane he was on to break through the heavy cloud cover and land in Amsterdam.

China and Miami, which were the next rounds on the calendar, were separated by two weeks that were nothing else, in Lando's case, than a time of stagnation. Add to this the fact that Lando had bad memories of his performance in China and, what's worse, the sprint he failed so badly and which constantly played in his head like a jammed record, one could go crazy. That's why the Brit was extremely happy when he received an invitation to spend the weekend in the capital of the Netherlands. He was invited to Amsterdam to celebrate King Willem's birthday by none other than his favorite flying Dutch.

The friendship of Y/N, Max and Lando began in 2019, practically from the very moment he entered Formula 1. The kid, who was barely 20 years old but looked like 12, immediately won over the Dutch couple with his smile and sense of humor, who, due to their sometimes severe temperament, could not boast of having many friends in the paddock. Even though the three friends were only two years apart, Max and Y/N naturally became Lando's racing parents, with whom the Brit spent practically every moment, from time in the paddock, through celebrating on the podium, to time away from competitions. So it was no surprise when they invited him to spend the weekend together, to which he, of course, eagerly agreed.

When the plane landed, Lando pulled the hood of his orange sweatshirt over his head and slung his backpack over his shoulder, in which he packed everything he might need for the coming days. As you could guess, there wasn't much of it, he actually had everything he needed on him and the most important part was an oversized orange sweatshirt. Waiting for him at the airport was Y/N, who couldn't wait to see him. She didn't have to wait too long, because a moment later he walked out in front of the terminal. Y/N smiled as she saw her friend walking towards her and she hugged him tightly.

"You knew I was coming, you could have asked the king for better weather," Lando joked, trying to sound serious, which only made the girl giggle.

"If you think that the weather will have any influence on what will happen in the evening, then unfortunately I will have to disappoint you," she replied, getting into the car. "It's already starting to get crowded in downtown, and it's not even noon."

Lando threw his backpack into the backseat and got into the passenger side. He smiled like a child, looking forward to how the weekend would unfold. It looked like he would spend a nice few days, able to finally de-stress and relax, and in the company of friends. But speaking of friends, one of them was missing.

"And where's Max?" he asked as they left the airport and were on their way to the girl's apartment. "I thought he had been waiting for me with the welcome committee since yesterday."

"He's already in town, I dropped him off while I was on my way to pick you up."

"He's fast," Lando laughed and shook his head, "I hope he's still on his feet when we get to him."

At that moment, Lando didn't think about the fact that no one else but himself would be able to stay on his feet. When the Brit set off for Amsterdam, he obviously expected to spend two days drunk, with legs sore from dancing and a sore throat from singing, but he forgot that he has absolutely no immunity to alcohol.

When the three friends were finally together, alcohol quickly appeared in their hands. Y/N and Max started with beer, but Lando had no intention of wasting his time drinking something that would only cause pressure on his bladder. As soon as he boarded one of the barges floating on the Herenbracht Canal, he drank several shots at once. Y/N and Max just exchanged glances as he drank the drink standing on Garrix's console in one gulp, who didn't care one bit about it, being already in a good mood himself.

"I'm a little worried about how this might end," Max said in her ear as she took a sip of her cider, watching Lando jump happily.

"Even if he's drunk, so what," she replied, handing him her bottle and taking away the body paints in circulation, "He didn't come here to be bored."

Max was about to say something, but she pushed his hand slightly, bringing the bottle he was holding to his lips. Max shook his head and took a few sips from it, while the girl started painting flags on his cheeks. When she finished, she waved them up, attracting Lando's attention, who understood what she meant and nodded eagerly. The girl squeezed through the console and stood next to him, leaning him against the barge rails, because Lando had trouble not bobbing to the music for a moment.

The smile that never left his face wrinkled his cheeks, on which she tried to paint Dutch flags. When she finished and turned to pass the paints, Lando took off her sunglasses and put them on himself.

"Have a drink with me!" Lando shouted, holding out his empty cup to her, and she raised her cider bottle in response. He rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction when suddenly a bottle of vodka appeared in the crowd and someone handed it straight to his hands. Without much thought, Lando unscrewed the cap and took a few sips as if the contents were water, which of course met with the crowd's approval.

Y/N took the bottle from his hands, fearing not the amount Lando drank, but the relatively short time it took him to do so. However, not wanting to seem boring, she tilted the bottle herself, letting the liquid burn her throat. Delighted, Lando clapped his hands and hugged his friend, causing some of the alcohol to flow down her chin. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist as well, and raised her hand in a toast, which was joined by everyone who had something to drink.

Max also raised his beer bottle a bit. However, somewhere in the background of his mind there was an image of Lando and what he would look like in the near future. However, the Brit himself did not care at all about this. As long as he was in the company of his friends, his plastic cup was full and he could jump to the music and sing along, he was happy. Even the fact that his face was in the wrong place at the wrong time, when someone, completely by accident, punched him in the face, didn't disturb it.

Y/N, who also decided to pick up the pace after drinking her cider, immediately sobered up when she saw blood on her friend's face. She quickly pressed a tissue to his nose, but he tried to assure her that he was fine. His brain didn't encode the impact or the pain, didn't acknowledge that he was bleeding, even when he ran his tongue over his lips and tasted blood on them. People in the crowd started calling out to each other to see if anyone had a first aid kit. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bandage appeared, and just as Y/N, being drunk, thought it would be a great idea to wrap Lando's face in a bandage, Max started asking people if they somehow had band aids. He couldn't let that dumbass parade around like that for the rest of the evening.

“I've sobered up a bit, I can keep drinking,” he said as Y/N finished clumsily bandaging his face, “I probably look worse that i did when i crashed in Vegas.”

Her friend tried to be serious, but it was impossible to stay serious around Lando. "You have to be careful, Lan," she said, trying to retain some sanity and touching his cheek, looking into his eyes, "I hope it's not broken."

"Bwoken," he repeated in silly voice, giggling "Oh no, it couldn't be bwoken"

"Honestly, i also hope it is not," Max interjected when he managed to rejoin his friends after some time, "Getting to the hospital now would be a near miracle."

"Hey, I'm fine," he said as Max waved the Band-Aids in his face and began to remove the clumsy bandage into which their friend had probably poured her whole heart and a few drinks that she drank earlier.

"I'm glad you don't feel anything, but that doesn't change the fact that I won't look at it," he replied, lifting his chin and examining his nose from every angle. Luckily this one seemed fine.

Once Max had placed two tiny patches on him, Y/N handed him his mug with a fresh drink again. "Brave patient," she smiled at him.

"In a state like this, I'd be surprised if he felt something," Max admitted, taking a bottle of vodka standing nearby. He decided that since Lando had had an accident, nothing worse awaited them and he could allow himself to loosen a bit more. He took a few sips and handed the bottle to the younger one, who smiled, tightening his hand around it. He looked at his friends standing in front of him, slightly drunk but still fully focused on him. He knew he was important to them and that he is not alone in all this madness.

"I love you guys," he said, with a bottle in his hand, pushing himself off the railing and hugging them, "You are the best in the world, simply the best."

The rest of the day and later in the evening took place in a great atmosphere and the party lasted until 3. in the morning. For the rest of Amsterdam it probably lasted longer, but for Lando it began to end after two o'clock, when he was barely able to stand. Partly from being drunk, partly from being tired. He didn't stand still during a single song, so the next day, apart from his face, his legs will certainly be visible. Taking a break for something warm to eat, Max, Y/N, and Lando sat down at one of the wooden tables. While waiting for their orders, Lando rested his head on Y/N's shoulder and closed his eyes. It was obvious that he just needed something to lean on to fall asleep.

"I think it's time for us to go," the girl announced, directing her words to Max. "The baby is only fit for bed now."

"He's been in great shape for a long time anyway, judging by how much he was on his feet today," Max concluded, glancing first at him and then at the girl, "But you're holding up pretty well, aren't you?"

"Yes, I do," she nodded and hugged Lando, who began to slide off her shoulder, "But I'm also getting sleepy."

"Me too," Max rubbed his face with his hands, "At least we can be sure that no one will wake us up first thing in the morning to explore the city."

He said, glancing at Lando, who was dozing with his mouth open on his friend's shoulder. After eating casseroles and fries, which were for Lando and which he was unable to eat, the three of them went to the girl's apartment. Of course, only she and Max were walking on their own, Lando was between them, leaning on their arms. He was muttering something incomprehensible under his breath, so it was obvious that he was alive and everything was fine, besides the fact that he was completely drunk.

When they arrived at the address and crossed the threshold of the apartment, they immediately went to put him in the bedroom, not wasting time in unfolding the couch for him. Max was in the process of stripping him of his shoes, pants, bloody sweatshirt, and all the necklaces and ribbons he had collected the previous day, while Y/N placed a large bottle of water, painkillers, and a bucket by his bed, as if the contents of his stomach had suddenly decided that they wants to get outside. However, there was no indication that Lando was going to have a restless night, because he started snoring softly as soon as his cheek touched the pillow. Max covered him with the blanket and took a few steps away from the bed, standing next to his friend who was looking at the sleeping boy.

"Can you hear that?" Max whispered, glancing at her, and she frowned questioningly, "It's silence, listen to it, because when he gets up, the only thing you can hear will be his lamentations about how hungover he is."

The girl snorted quietly and shook her head, taking Lando's clothes to the laundry.

"The most important thing is that he had a good time. And a little hangover never killed nobody."

The next day, however, did not bring anything unexpected. When Lando woke up, the first thing that hit him was a terrible headache that got worse when he sat down and tried to get out of bed. When he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, Y/N and Max's eyes immediately went towards him and Lando could swear that they looked like they spent the entire last evening on the couch.

"Hi honey, did you sleep well?" Max asked playfully, in the perfect mood for jokes since he himself was fine after last night.

Lando just blinked several times and wanted to wipe his face with his hands and collect some words to answer, but when he touched his cut nose, he cursed loudly.

"What the fuck?"

"A souvenir from yesterday," the girl answered him, getting up from the couch and taking out a frozen package from the fridge, which she handed to him, "I recommend a shower and I'll make you some coffee."

He closed his eyes and put the package to his nose, sighing and grabbing the bathroom door handle. Before he disappeared, Max just shouted after him.

"And don't puke in the shower!"

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babygorewhore · 18 days

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Staying over

Frat! Rafe Cameron x autistic! Fem reader

Rafe brings you over to his apartment to stay over for the first time. W. C 1.4K

Warnings! Mutual masturbation! Choking! Spitting! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx reader is autistic but it’s not explicitly said!

Your bag was stuffed with pajamas, medication, stuffed animals, and of course a charger for your headphones. It was the first night you were spending the night at Rafe’s apartment off the college campus as his girlfriend. You weren’t necessarily nervous staying with him. It was more about the change in routine being at someone else’s house. Rafe did pretty well in accommodating you and your needs but you were still apprehensive.

He opened the door for you, carrying your bag as you pulled off your headphones. He bought you a really expensive pair two weeks ago, one of the nicest gifts you’d ever received. But you loved giving him gifts too, especially hand crafted. You removed your shoes, matching socks padding the hardwood floor as you looked around. You saw your trinkets you made him on his desk and shelves.

“Aw, you have them up!” You grin and he nods.

“Of course I do, princess. My girls talent is always gonna be shown off.” You blush and look at the floor as you both walk into his bedroom. He sets down your bag and pulls you into a hug.

“You okay, baby? Hungry?” Rafe sets his chin on top of your head.

“No, I ate before you picked me up.” You answer back and he sighs.

“I love you, princess. I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

You giggle and bury your face in his chest. “We talked last night. And this morning. And this afternoon-“

“So? I want you with me all the time. You’re my favorite person.” He mumbles, playing with your hair and he pulls back. Rafe’s blue eyes search yours but your gaze roam his face.

“Do you wanna get comfortable? Watch a movie or something?”

You playfully poke his shoulder.

“Is that just an excuse, Mr. Cameron? For you to get me in your bed?” He smirks and leans down.

“I don’t need an excuse for that, baby. But I don’t want to overwhelm you or anything.”

“You’re sweet, you know that, Rafe?” He breathlessly runs a hand through his hair, flustered by your compliment.

“Yeah, only for you though. But damn, babe. How much did you pack for tonight?” He gestures to your backpack. “You gonna change outfits every hour?”

You push him gently with a laugh. “Shut up! I need my things or I’ll lose my mind!”

Rafe sits on the bed, legs spread as he rests his elbows on the mattress. His shirt material bunching. “Easy with the violence, baby girl. Why don’t you get changed? Show me what you brought.”

You unzip your bag, pulling out a cute piece you bought the other day. The material was soft and comfortable. An oversized Ghostface night shirt that would reach your mid thigh with your black pair of shorts.

You quickly changed, his eyes sweeping over you as you stood in front of him. Rafe’s hand settled low on your hips, fingers playing with the material of your shorts. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, princess. You’re my fuckin dream girl.”

You bite your lip, feeling slightly anxious as you notice a change in sound. It must have been a dying battery somewhere but it was making your skin crawl. You wanted your headphones but you also didn’t want to seem like you wanted to tune him out.

“You don’t think I’m…weird, right?” You ask quietly and he frowns.

“Uh oh. I know that look. You want your headphones?” You grimace and nod.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to tolerate more but-“ Rafe tugs your face to him, cupping your neck.

“Nah, baby. None of that. It’s okay. I know what I signed up for.” You smile gratefully as he brings them to you seconds later, securing them around your ears.

After needed time of quiet, you sat on his bed with your eyes shut as you held your plushie close to you and Rafe tried not to fidget too much. Finally, you removed your barrier and set them down on his side table.

“Can we watch something?”

“Of course, baby doll. Anything you want. Even the scary shit.” You immediately perk up, media being some of your special interests.

“Sinister?” You suggest and he grimaces before catching himself. “What? Is that one too much for my big scary boyfriend?” You tease.

“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be a fuckin dumbass and stay in the house like that dude did.”

“No, you’d offer the demon to snort a line of coke with you.” You dead pan and he laughs. Loudly.

“Jesus, you’re funny.”

You were hyper focused on the movie as the night went on, informing Rafe facts you’d learned by hours of research on your own time and he listened best he could. But you didn’t notice his hand lingering around his crotch. Not until the movie was over and you had laid flat on your back with him next to you.

You felt him shift and you grew quiet. Your own needs rising as Rafe switched his LED lights on a dimmer setting. His fingers drifted to touch your arm, tracing your skin as he looked at you.

“You’re driving me insane, doll. I feel like I’m gonna fuckin bust in my pants.” You swallow and stare at the ceiling.

“Driving you insane?”

“Yeah. Your body is perfect. Shorts barely covering your ass and tits bouncing. You don’t even have to try. I’ve been thinking about you staying here for days. I jerk off about it.” He admits without an ounce of shame and your face heats up.

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You finger fuck that wet pussy thinking about me?” Rafe asks, his voice growing lower and you nod. Play with that pussy then you’re gonna cream on my dick.”

You suck your fingers, getting them damp before you tug down your shorts and panties. Your cunt clenches as you circle your clit, wetness pulsing as you feel Rafe take his cock in his fist. You slide two fingers in easily, your body accustomed to this as you pump them. You moan as you hear Rafe pant and feel him roll his hips.

“Ah, fuck. Something about you alone in your room, fucking yourself while you think about me.” He strokes harder before he finally breaks and pulls you on top of him.

Your legs straddle his lap, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes you down on his dick, he sits up and you tear off his shirt. Your fingernails lightly dig into his chest. You take him to the hilt, your right hand moving to play with his balls.

“Look at me,” He orders and you bounce on his cock, avoiding his eyes but he refused to let it go. “No. Keep your eyes on me, princess. I wanna see how it good it feels when you cream on my cock,” he growls and you obey him as you grind down.

He massages your tits as he helps you, your movements growing sloppy as you get closer. “Rafe-it feels so good-“ You stammer and he grunts.

“Yeah, babydoll? You like it when daddy fills you up? You like being a greedy little slut for me?” You nod with a whimper and he slaps your ass hard. “Cum for me, princess. And then I’m gonna fucking pound you until you’re screamin.”

You cum all over his dick, whining as you shake and your vision goes white but he’s relentless as he flips you on your back. His hand around your throat. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, getting a deeper angle and thrusts harder.

You shriek from overstimulation but your hands clutch his shoulders. “Open your mouth,” He says and you do. He spits inside, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Taking me like a fucking whore,”

“Mhm, needed this so bad, daddy. I want you to cum in me, want it to spill out and soak the bed.” You beg and he moans, tightening his grip on your neck, keeping your eyes on him.

“That’s it, princess. Proud of you for talking through it,” He huffs before he cums in you, the headboard slamming against the wall and your pussy squelches. He lets go of your throat, hands on either side of your head as he fucks through his climax.

“Fuck, princess. Squeezing me so hard, your cunt feels so good,” He praises and you blink rapidly as he pulls out, pumping his dick and cum drips on your tits. “Messy little slut. I want you to get on all fours. Gonna cum on that pretty tattoo on your back.”

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teabutmakeitazure · 8 months

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Dissimulation Continued

>Yan! Mafia! Childe x Fem! Student! Reader (modern au)

>Word count: 4.9k

>a/n: childe "leave your degree and be my wife" tartaglia. i dont think anything in this classifies as yan since its just a continuation of the original story but still tagging that since the original is yan. also, i wrote the beginning during my flight lol

Being housemates with a mafioso isn't a very ideal situation.

First Part | reasons why Childe is #1 husband | Continued Again

Airports are holes in the fabric of time. Minutes and hours are blurred, the signature beeping sound before the limitless number of announcements causing an odd fogginess in your mind. They're surreal but comforting. You are forever a traveller there, only at the mercy of your own mistakes and mishaps.

A familiar hair colour stands out in the distance, rising above the lake of heads. Your luggage trolley is pushed closer and closer to that lake, but instead of relief, only a subtle feeling of dread settles in. It is true that in airports you are at the mercy of your own mistakes, but it is the same for the outside world. The only difference is that simply existing and being alive is not considered a mistake in the former.

The voice you've been hearing through your phone for the past weeks finally greets you directly from the source. Everything is a blur, your eyes focusing on the person who makes way through the busy crowd to get closer as the sounds become exceedingly loud. Slowly, you stop in your tracks, mind still under the haze of indistinguishable time.

The first to go is your backpack, the item promptly removed from your shoulders. The next is the trolley. Your grip on it is gently loosened, and fingers snap in front of your face to dispel the haze from your mind.

"Earth to [Name]? Hey. You alright? The flight couldn't have been that bad, come on."

Your eyes blink a few times, the background chatter becoming more prominent and the face in front of you being focused on by your vision. Words refuse to form on your tongue, so you have to rely on your actions as a last resort. After closing your mouth with mild embarrassment, your eyes settle on his oversized t-shirt. Bare arms greet you when you look for a sleeve, so you settle with grabbing the side of his shirt instead.

It’s still summer. Of course he’s wearing cap sleeves. The display of what one could easily pass off as clinginess causes him to take a step closer, his arm reaching to wrap around your shoulders. You refuse to directly look him in the eye, but allow the arm to slither around you. ‘I am with this person,’ the arm announces. ‘And we are more than what a first glance can reveal.’

“Are you feeling alright?” The arm pulls you inside a half-hug, the warmth of his body comforting with the smell of familiar cologne. “Did something happen?”

A shake of your head is all you can manage, but it is not accepted.

“Hey,” voice low, the arm around you travels upwards to gently run up and down your head. “Tell me. We’ve talked about this. Don’t hide anything from me. I only want to help.”

To yield and share your feelings with someone such as him is not easy, but you do so anyway, surprised at how easily you were able to speak. “It’s something silly,” you say, eyes glued to the floor. “I just miss home.”

The arm strokes your back comfortingly. There is more than just comfort in his voice. There is sympathy. “I understand.” Commiseration drips from his tone, a hint of melancholy behind the way he holds you closer. “We’ll get through it. Don’t worry.”

The hand grabbing the shirt is now wrapped with another, the warmth from both palms and the touch more noticeable than you would have preferred. Calluses are barely felt, but you know they are there. You saw them in detail right before you left for home. How could you ever forget?

With the other free hand, the trolley is pushed along as both of you walk to the exit. You say goodbye to the building and the odd feeling of time passing inside it. A familiar routine and life is welcomed in its stead, but the welcome is short lived.

You both have stopped walking.

“[Name]?”

You raise your head but do not meet his eyes.

“You haven’t looked at me since you got here.”

Pointing out your actions is cruel, but so is your treatment. Thus, you capitulate like you always do. The sight of the familiar dull blues is something you did not want to welcome but you do.

“Sorry.” You try your best to give a smile even if it’s shaky and uncertain. “I’m just… shaken up. I’ll be alright in a few hours.”

Unfortunately for you, the devil has another demand. “Say my name. You haven’t even said my name yet.”

“Childe?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “My name.”

A light bulb shines above your head, and you immediately respond. “Ajax.”

He smiles. “Again.”

“Ajax.”

You’re near the car before you know it.

The sun is setting which paints the sky in a beautiful gradient of red and yellow, hints of magenta red peeking through the clouds. The car’s trunk opens and your luggage is promptly placed inside. Your company for the evening comes to stand in front of you, and your eyes instead go to the constellations of freckles dusting across his cheeks. Diverting your attention to him seems to please him because he’s smiling at you.

“It’ll be night by the time we’re there.”

Your statement makes Childe turn around and face the sunset as well. Somehow the mahogany coloured t-shirt is a perfect compliment to the sky’s colours, his hair glowing a fiery red with the sunset behind him.

“If it’ll be night,” he says, hand reaching for the phone inside his pocket, “you can go home and sleep. You need the rest.”

“No.” Childe turns to look at you, phone in hand, but you continue speaking. “I need to call my mom. She said to call when I reach the airport.”

The questioning look on his face turns into a smile. “What do you think I’m doing right now?”

You raise a brow. “Taking me home?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “With my phone. What do you think I’m doing with my phone?”

Your eyes widen when he clarifies, mouth agape before you compose yourself. “Oi. I’m supposed to talk to her, not you.”

Childe’s thumb presses something on his phone, cheeky grin infuriating you further. “Too late. I sent her a text. I told her I picked you up and that we’re on our way home.”

Mouth having fallen open again, you stomp towards him. Aiming for his phone doesn’t help, for he simply raises it above his head and takes a step back. Thus, you grab onto his shirt’s neckline and pull. The smile falls from his face only to return when he’s barely an inch away from your face, noses almost brushing.

“[Name],” he breathes, eyes staring into yours, “I’m sure this counts as public indecency. Let’s go home first.”

Unbothered, you simply sigh. “I told you. I’m supposed to talk to her. Not you.”

Childe pulls away, his hand gently undoing your grip on his shirt. “And why’s that? Maintaining a good relationship with your family is important.”

“If my mother finds out I’m with you so often, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He blinks, obviously not having understood. “Isn’t that good?”

“No!”

Childe tilts his head, hair no longer glowing in the sunset. It’s starting to get dark now. “Explain.”

With a groan, you humour him, albeit begrudgingly. “She’ll scold me for being too carefree. I don’t want her on my case all the time.”

“Alright,” he whines. “Come on. Let’s go home. You need some dinner and rest.”

The car park’s street lights illuminate the area, and following Childe you get into the passenger seat. With a huff, you look at his smile - that upturn of his lips seemingly always present in front of you - and plop down onto the seat only to feel… ‘something’ under you. Childe raises a questioning brow as you halfway stand up, trying to grab whatever hard object was under you.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t daunted when a heavy, cold metal object sat in your palm.

Like throwing away a scalding hot piece of iron, you fling the gun to the back seat, eyes boring holes into the item as it lays in the back. Almost as on cue, memories of what had occurred pre-departure flood back in mockingly. It was foolish to be even slightly comfortable around him. Have you forgotten your differences?

“Woah! Careful there!” Childe glances at the firearm sitting on the back seat, but quickly turns back to you. Seeing how your chest is heaving as you look ahead, he breathes a sigh of relief. At least he used the safety lever so that it accidentally doesn’t fire. That would have ended badly.

He watches as you pay him no mind, eyes focused on what you can see through the dashboard’s glass. “Hey,” he whispers gently, “I left it there by mistake. My bad.”

You put a hand over your throat, fingers pressed to your right carotid artery. The continuously pumping blood grounds you. It grounds you, but it provides no comfort. Whatever strength remains in you after a long trip is what helps you compose yourself again.

“Let’s just go home.”

Your words are taken as a command, and Chide nods, immediately reversing the car out of the parking space. It’s completely dark now, the sky only illuminated by the moon and whatever stars are visible with the light pollution. As you exit the airport premises, you allow yourself to immerse in the silence.

Head resting against the window, you close your eyes. It’s a shame your family doesn’t know about your new living arrangements.

The first thing to greet you at your new accommodation is silence. The next is the sound of your phone ringing. The bag on your shoulders is eased off as you press the device to your ear, Childe leaving the thing on the sofa. Silver chalice coloured polished tiles stare back at you as you greet your mother while your new mafioso ‘housemate’ drags your luggage to your room.

After reassuring your mother that you have reached home safely, you excuse yourself with wanting to rest, something she respects and immediately cuts the call for. Now, your greatest conundrum faces you with crossed arms, dull blue eyes observing you instead of simply looking. It’s a test. You know it.

Thus, being the good student that you are, you play along. It is absolutely crucial that you do so because there is only one thing that may land you in hot water: your refusal to cooperate. Despite all that, there are boundaries you will not allow to be crossed, no matter how much he insists.

“Are you sure about the guest room?” Childe patiently eyes you as you mull over an answer. Eyes still taking in every minute detail of your body, he doesn’t miss you biting your lip for a moment.

With a meek voice that you know is his weakness, you mutter a yes. “I’m sorry,” you excuse yourself. “I don’t think I’ll be comfortable sharing a room just yet.”

“Well,” Childe tries again, grabbing the backrest of the sofa behind him for support, “maybe we could live in the same room, but uh, I’ll go to the guest room to sleep. Then we can slowly get comfortable with each other-”

“Childe.”

He blinks. “Yes?”

“Please.” You make it a point to slightly frown, just to garner his sympathy. “I promise I’m not being distant. I’m just… not comfortable yet.”

He sighs, the sound bouncing off the newly painted walls. “Fine. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” His commiseration, although begrudging, is welcomed on your end. Thus, to show your gratitude, you walk up to him and pat his cheek twice. The action makes his eyes widen as he looks at you, and you’re again reminded of how simple-minded he is at times. It’s almost cute… if you ignore the other stuff.

“Do you… want me to be next to you while you sleep?” Childe asks. “It’s a new environment for you. M-maybe my presence will help you fall asleep.”

You smile at him, thankful that he’s caring about your comfort. Nevertheless, you’ll be fine, so you decline. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll pass out as soon as I hit the pillow.”

He’s still looking at you like a sad puppy in hope you’ll change your mind. You do not. “Fine,” Childe yields. “Just call me if you need anything. I’ll… wake you up for dinner. You can nap until then.”

Just the thought of bed makes you sleepy, so you nod and head for your new living quarters. Unfortunately, you do not turn to look at your new housemate’s empty gaze.

It takes great strength to open your eyes, even if for just a moment, but you do not bother with waking up. Turning to the other side instead, you snuggle deeper into the cover with the contentment that your mother will come and wake you up whenever appropriate. And she does. The warm hand that rests on your cheek caresses the skin gently, a voice hesitantly calling your name.

The realisation that the hand and voice do not belong to your mother is cruel, but it suffices to instantly wake you up with a startle.

Blue. That is what you first see.

The mattress underneath you feels too hard for a moment, and you feel as though you are somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere you mustn't be. The feeling seems to be a mockery created by your mind, but you allow yourself to breathe before listening to the culprit of your disturbed sleep.

“Sorry.” You give no reaction to Childe’s apology. He continues, “It’s starting to get late, and I didn’t want to wake you up for dinner but decided against that because you probably haven’t eaten in a while.”

You continue to stare at him, giving him a look that says, ‘so?’ but he doesn’t seem bothered. Instead, he has the gall to grab your hand from underneath the cover.

“Let’s eat together.”

Childe ends up receiving a very tired raised eyebrow from you before you actually make a move to get up. However, before he could comment on your tired state and ask you to stay in bed, you have thrown the cover off your body and are already on your way to the living room. It makes him sigh, but he doesn’t complain.

Dinner is late and quiet. It’s around half past ten, but Childe doesn’t mind since you don’t have class in the morning. He took a day off as well, just to make up for lost time. The last time he saw you was weeks ago. Of course he wants to spend time with you.

You, on the other hand, down the home cooked meal without any second thought, brain still on autopilot. It makes you feel bad since you don’t have the energy to compliment his cooking, but hey. He woke you up from a deep sleep. He should feel bad. Nevertheless, the cook shamelessly asks about his cooking.

“Did you like it?”

You blink up at him, responding with a sigh. “I’m too tired to taste it.”

Hands folded over his chest, his portion of food is also gone. “I see. Want to go to bed again? I’ll lay down with you till you fall asleep.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Childe gives you a look again, one that reminds you just how easily his dull eyes make you acquiesce. Despite fighting it, you fail and give in like you always do. “Okay okay,” you grumble. His celebratory smile falls when you elaborate. “But no getting into bed with me. You can uh… just sit there.”

“Why not?” The tilt of his head is accentuated by his slightly furrowed brows. It honestly reminds you of a kid trying to negotiate a later bedtime with his mother. “I promised you I won’t try anything you don’t want me to.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is?”

Sensing an argument coming up, you decide to steer the conversation elsewhere. There is too much at stake to anger him just because you’re tired, and you would rather not act like a whining child simply to get what you want. No. You are better than his tactics. Better, but not necessarily perfect.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice low and dejected, “I just want to be alone. I just got back from home and everything feels so weird.” You sigh, simply to make a point. “If I was living in the dorms, I would’ve still been in bed. I really appreciate you, truly, but I just want to be alone. Living alone isn’t easy.”

He counters almost instantly. “You aren’t alone.”

“I meant family,” you clarify. “Being away from family isn’t fun.”

A pensive expression takes over his face. Childe actually looks like he’s thinking, the gears in his head moving as he tries to make sense of your words. Though they were only to get him to back off and subtly establish your boundaries, not everything was a lie. Well, some of it at least.

“Alright,” he surrenders. “I’ll sit next to you.”

Funnily enough, sleep comes easy with his presence. The fact had baffled you when you woke up in the morning, but the plentiful rest ceased any thinking on your part.

Like a sponge slowly soaking up water as it’s left over a water stain, Childe has entered almost every part of your life. He has consumed it entirely, trapping you within his confines as every single activity remains scrutinised. You had first thought you were the sponge, but you were mistaken. Childe is the sponge. You are the water he has soaked up and gotten hold of.

The power is in his hands. Though it’s not unpleasant most of the time, his proprietorial behaviour never fails to remind you of the numerous differences in both your personalities and mentalities. At first, you were able to subtly manipulate him like you did when you first got back. Unfortunately, he has either realised your tactic or grown immune to your tired expressions with displeased frowns and sweet pleadings.

You have no idea what to do.

It absolutely does not help that you are under the added stress of your studies and with no means of clearing your mind because you aren’t sure how to go out with your friends. It also doesn’t help that you simply don’t have the time to go out with your friends.

Rubbing your eyes, you cross out the name of a particular course before clicking on the submit button. The word ‘submitted’ appears in front of ‘assignment 3’, and you instantly put your head down on the table. As usual, your laptop’s screen turns off after its three minute timer is up, prompting your mind to start thinking over your next assignment.

There’s around five days to the deadline and it’s an essay. Perhaps having it drip with affectation might impress the tutor. She is one for grandiose after all. All you’ll need is to find synonyms of every other word and make them sound pretentious. Yes, that’ll do. Just make a rough draft and then edit it with the synonyms so that it’s easier to write and organise your ideas.

Wait… you haven’t even done the reading yet. How are you supposed to write it without doing the required reading?

Taking a peek at the clock on the wall, you make a mental note of reading and writing down main points and ideas before bed. That’s the only thing you have the energy left to do. Maybe you’ll watch a movie tonight, forget any academic obligations and let the mistakes take over.

“Sulking? Or tired?”

Your beloved housemate’s voice calls out from somewhere behind. That gives you a very clear idea that he’s invited himself inside the room. The door was closed. You didn’t hear anything.

Without raising your head, you mumble out your reply. “Both.”

A chuckle, and you hear him sitting down on the bed. “Wow. You sound like you need a twelve hour sleep.”

“Maybe I need twenty.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “you’re going to need drugs for that.”

With a sigh, you raise your head, eyes staring at Childe’s blurry reflection on your laptop’s screen. “Maybe a drug cartel-ish business would’ve been easier. How much do you make again?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I don’t really need to keep track. It’s more than enough.”

“Show-off.”

“To be fair there are no drugs involved.”

You raise a brow at his reflection. “Then what is?”

“Hm.” Childe crosses his arms, faking deep thought. “You would have to be assassinated if I told you. Which is obviously unpreferable.”

“Yeah. I’m good then. Keep your secrets.”

He laughs again, louder this time. “Technically, spouses are immune to that rule. You’re gonna have to marry me if you want to know.”

A click of your tongue and you turn to look at him. Your expression is anything but playful. “Keep your secrets.” Now that you see the burnt maroon shirt and black pants, you figure that he just came back home. He’s even wearing his gloves.

“Oh, come on [Name]. I’m not that bad.”

You don’t reply.

“I am…?”

“No comment,” you deadpan. With that, you turn back to your laptop and turn it back on. Quietly, you close the pdf files of your submitted assignment and open the ones relating to the essay you need to turn in. By your estimate, you need to do lots of brainstorming, so if you start right now, you can get it done in around three days.

A hand flat on the table next to yours and warm breath over your ear startle you as you attempt to start reading. “Week six,” Childe reads, “the emotional mind: emotion, reason, and consciousness. Discuss the argument the author of this document has laid out and present your own views on the topic he is discussing. There is no right or wrong answer. You will be graded over your coherency in your writing and skills in identifying any possible discrepancies or invalidity of arguments. Please feel free to contact me or your tutor if you need help. The format is the same as what we discussed in class. Good luck.”

You open the document that is your required reading for the assignment and hear a grumble from Childe. He moves closer to you and instinctively, you lean forward to maintain what little distance there was. Gently, he coaxes your hand off the touchpad and asks if there’s any unsaved progress in the tabs you’ve opened. Once you say no, he closes everything.

After shutting down the laptop, he picks it up and places it on a side table. “Take a break,” he says. “You don’t need to work so hard.”

Tired, you’re almost tempted into listening to him but snap out of it when you hear what he says next.

“I’m going to take care of you, so even if something happens and you can’t complete the degree, you don’t have to worry.”

The statement makes you frown and you clearly show your displeasure with your expression and words. "That's not very nice."

He simply shrugs. "All I'm saying is that there's no pressure on you. Take it easy."

"The kind of pressure you're talking about is irrelevant."

Childe shifts his weight from one foot to the other, hand on a hip. "Is it? In what way," he challenges. "You left home to come to a different country to study. Of course there's pressure to succeed. I'm just trying to ease that."

"No. You're not." You finally find the courage to look straight into his challenging stare, unyielding despite feeling your heart start to beat faster. "You might be trying on your end, but it just makes me feel worse."

Your chest rises with every beat of your heart, the lub dub clearly audible in your ears. Again, Childe shifts his weight onto the other foot. He’s still looking at you that way, and it’s freaking you out. How can his stare be so… overwhelming?

“If you really think,” he says, “that what I say makes it worse, then I’m sorry.”

Out of surprise, you look over his expression but the furrowed brows fail to show any sign of insincerity despite his flat tone. The discrepancy makes you frown again, but you don’t bother explaining the expression to him. “Alright,” you say. With that, you go back to your table only to stare at the empty space in front of you.

There’s eraser dust around the table, your stationery haphazardly lying around and a single notebook open. There’s also your phone and a little packet of salted peanuts to munch on while studying. You hear a deep inhale from somewhere behind you but don’t bother pausing your aimless staring. It’s the sudden physical presence behind you that demands your attention back.

“[Name].”

Be mature about this, you tell yourself. There’s no need to be petty and say something neither of you will like.

At your silence, he continues. “[Name], are you… mad at me?”

Of course not! I love it when you say that you’ve cemented the idea of the both of us together. You start, “Childe-”

“Ajax.”

“Ajax,” you correct yourself, “gosh I’m still not used to that name. Anyway, I’m not mad at you.”

There’s a sound of disbelief that comes from behind you. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“I’m processing not having to use my brain. Give me a moment.”

He scoffs this time. “I don’t believe you. You’re doing the same thing. You’re being distant again.”

“I’m not,” you defend.

“Yes. Yes, you are. I know how this will inevitably go down. You’re going to grow more distant and talk less until there’s a confrontation that leaves you crying.” Childe continues despite your silence. “I don’t want that.”

It forces you to think he’s selfish, that he only thinks for himself when he says that he doesn’t want that, but despite wanting to think so, you know that he says that for you. His countenance gives away what his words cannot, and you still remember the face he made when it had happened.

That pure horror and regret is one of the reasons why despite his actions you still respect this man. Maybe it’s the only reason you don’t scream at him everyday, be acrimonious and cry yourself to sleep over your predicament. He may have taken over your life, but he also undoubtedly and unequivocally loves and cares for you. Even if he sometimes looks at you like you’re hiding something.

You will ignore the occasional watchful eyes in favour of the care he is capable of. Perhaps, or even most likely, it is the only reason why you think twice before speaking when you’re in a bad mood.

“So,” Childe says, a hand now next to yours on the table as he leans closer behind you, “let’s talk it over, okay?"

A question pops up in your mind, and you voice it after pulling your hand under the table. “Talk over what? I was just about to say that I’ll try my best not to do that again. And as for right now, I’m really just processing things. I’m tired.”

“Hm,” he hums. “The offer is still on the table. I can make your life easy. All you need to do is give me one chance.”

You scoff. “Easy? I think my life is easy enough. I don’t have to work, only study. Heck, you even do the groceries and cook more than half of the time.”

“I suppose you have a point.” In one swift movement, your chair is grabbed by the backrest and dragged to the edge of the bed. There, Childe seats himself, satisfied at the eye contact. “But I could make it easier.”

Arms now crossed, you respond to his offer with a question. “What, so you’re a magician now? I didn’t know you had a side gig.”

He laughs, boyish and charming. “Of course not. I’m just telling you what I can do for you. Nothing more.”

The smile on his face unsettles you. It’s one of the scheming ones. The one he has when he’s cooking up something that definitely is not food. Nevertheless, his little ‘clarification’ is met with nothing more than nonchalance on your end.

“Alright,” you shrug. “Thanks for making me take a break. I really needed it.”

He’s still smiling, albeit differently this time. It’s morphed into something more sincere, something more warm and welcoming. The look in his eyes is no way the same. “Absolutely. There’s no way I wouldn’t help you.”

The conversation seems almost over, and you are about to get up to lie on your bed when a demand pauses your movements. “Say my name,” he says. “I love hearing my name from you.”

You know why he asks that of you sometimes. It grounds him, reminds him of who he is behind the red mask that lays next to the vase on the side table. Gloves are peeled off, and hypnotised by the reveal of the long fingers underneath them, you mindlessly give your reply.

“Ajax.”

“[Name],” he breathes.

You are just as breathless. “Ajax.”

Face now resting in his palm, his smile is small but affectionate. “[Name].” Eyes follow as well, turning into something more soft. You finally see the image of someone adoring and can’t help the almost desperate call that slips from your mouth.

“Ajax.”

You do not know who you were calling to.

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Acid Fog

Wolds Collide Collection

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader apocalypse au

summary: You take the chance to bond with a new friend when the acid fog rolls in, inevitably trapping you with Bucky for several hours. Bucky has to learn the hard way, that he won't get rid of you that easily.

a/n: I'm not dead. I just have so much to do. But you best believe, once I finally finished my papers, I will work on all the stories that are already outlined in my drafts 💚 please bear with me until then...

not prooread - will do so soon

word count: 2.6k

warnings: grumpy/sunshine, mentions of death, dystopia, deadly fog, reader is lonely, Bucky is lonely - they're gonna be lonely together, worried CatDad!Bucky, strangers to friends (for now)

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May 13th 2039

Hey, Book.

I’ve decided that Bucky needs a friend, so I’m going to visit him today.

Finding the handsome not-so-anymore stranger was a challenge. But you loved challenges. It mixed up the day, made things less boring, and was a nice way to spend your time.

You had planned things perfectly. You had enough time until the next acid fog would roll through, grabbed one of the canned soups that were rarely found anymore - but you’d gladly sacrifice them for a new friend, and you had a backpack ready with some essentials in case you wouldn’t make it home in time.

You first headed in the direction Bucky took off to the other day after falling into your trap. There wasn’t much to “detour around” where you lived and chances of him being fairly close - considering being too far from shelter was a certain death sentence - gave you confidence with that approach.

You walked for about two hours until the tree line faded into blotchy scatters of green. There was a house - or rather ruins of one - sitting by the edge of the forest. You frowned. Bucky wasn’t stupid. At least he didn’t seem that way. He would never hide above ground. Every decent survivor that had lived up to this point knew ‘low was the go’. The chances of being killed were cut to 20% when you lived secluded and underground - the beach was good too apparently, but you were too far to see for yourself.

Your eyes swayed to the ground. You had a feeling Bucky was here, you just needed to find out where exactly. So you approached the ruins and stepped through what was left of the doorway. Dust and dirt covered the surfaces, ripped cushioned sofas, and scratched hardwood floors. There wasn’t much left to use here. The place was looted and brittle with holes in the ceilings and missing steps. You wondered how you ever recognized it as a house in the first place - because, really, this was anything but. The bones barely held up the remains and made it seem like an oversized version of a carport.

It wasn’t long until you had scouted the place and reached the other end of it. Now you were standing on the porch and looking out onto a wild yard that reached into the forest again. You walked down and towards it, searching the area and still feeling as though Bucky was close. He couldn’t have lived any further - it would have been crazy.

The leaves rustled beneath your feet as you skipped vines and roots peaking from beneath. Your eyes swept the area until they landed on an odd-looking lot of ground. As if the branches were forcefully pulled to cover up a buried something, the vines stretched over a green-grayish ledge.

Immediately you headed for it. This has got to be it, you thought until you reached an opening into the ground that revealed a heavy-looking bunker door.

Heck yeah. You knew he wasn’t that stupid - even though he did fall into your trap...

As soon as you opened it and entered, it felt as though you had stepped several decades back. The whole interior seemed to be dipped in sepia. Old furniture crammed into odd places and neatly kept surfaces without dust made it look like an old photograph.

You walked further, let your hand wander over the spines of the books aligned atop a lonely shelf on the wall. They were Cyril, you guessed, as you watched the golden letters shine when you passed them. Beneath the books and next to a booger green armchair was a record player, aligned with old records of people with excessively gelled hairstyles and tailored suits - ancient.

But Bucky was nowhere to be found.

A heavy sigh escaped you as your backpack landed on the ground and you went about scouting the bunker some more. The space wasn’t too big, and Bucky seemed to have accumulated a bunch of treasures there for some time now, so you had plenty of things to discover. Eventually, though, you just fell back into the ugly armchair and tried to start up the record player.

Bucky’s music wasn’t particularly your go-to, but you wouldn’t complain in a world where music was as rare as a working outlet. After a while, you could even understand why Bucky resided here. It was kind of comforting - homey. Something not many people could call their own in this world.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You shot up, knocking over a couple books and earning a dark glare from the man in the doorway - Bucky.

You hadn’t even heard him come in. “I... I just wanted to see you,” you explained with an excited smile on your face. "I brought soup!" Your hands pointed towards your backpack.

“You- you broke in!” His boots stomped over to you just as you turned to pick up the pile of paperbacks.

“Well, it’s not so much breaking in when we’re friends.”

“We’re not friends.” Bucky reached forward and snatched the items from your grasp. He was slightly sweaty, grime covering his forehead, and settled in the harsh frown lines you could only see because he was so close.

“Yes, we are! You fall into my trap, you are my friend.” You ticked off the points with your fingers just as Bucky threw his hands in the air.

“You can’t just make up these ridiculous rules.”

“Or can I?”

“No. We can’t be friends. I don’t even know your name.”

He did have a point there. For a moment you watched as he neatly stacked the Russian books back in their place and then told him your name.

“What?” He grumbled.

And you just reiterated the words that you hadn’t said in forever.

He turned back to you with a poker face. “I don’t like it,” Bucky said so monotonely, it almost seemed like he wanted to tease you.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t offended, it was hard to make friends nowadays - there was nothing unusual about a person being hesitant at first.

“It doesn’t fit you. You should be called trouble.“ He still had that dead look on his face and you were starting to think he just didn't know anything else. You wouldn't blame him - seriously.

“See! We are friends you know me!” You chuckled but Bucky just shook his head.

“I don’t know you,” he whispered with slumped shoulders as he lowered his bag close to yours. Then he took off his hat and ran a hand through his shoulder-long hair.

Man, he was kind of cute. But that was probably just the loneliness talking, so you shook out of it.

You opened your arms and sunk back into the chair. “Well lucky for you we have a bunch of time to get to know each other now.”

And Bucky’s eyes widened. “What why?”

“The acid fog is rolling in early this evening.” You looked past him and out the entrance, where a deep gray sky covered most of the view. “I thought you knew... and that’s why you’re so, well, tense.”

“What, no I was just outside it’s-” The brunette turned and you could see his shoulders stiffen when he realized you were right. “Shit.” It was a low mumble that was followed by another nervous swipe through his hair.

For a man who seemed to be cool, calm, and collected so far, his feet were doing an awful lot of pacing right now.

“Are you okay?” You were careful to ask. Something was wrong and you didn’t want to risk him exploding. You didn’t know how he would react and a small sadness washed over your chest when you realized that maybe you weren’t as good of friends as you wanted to be.

“Shut up.” Yup, definitely not the talking type then.

“Can I help you or is ther-“ You were interrupted by a soft meow sounding over the rumbling of the clouds.

“Fuck, finally.” Bucky exhaled and knelt down, just to reveal a white fluffy cat tangling in his touch.

“Uh...There's a cat in your bunker,” you pointed out and Bucky picked his stiffness back up ever so slightly.

“Her name is Alpine. Touch her and you’re dead.”

So this was what had this big, broody man’s panties in a twist. He was worried for his pet. That was super adorable, you had to admit. And it charmed you just that much more when you saw the way he cuddled her into his chest before setting her back on the ground.

“I- Oh.”

As soon as he’d said it, Alpine had sauntered her way to you and rubbed her fluffy white face on your shin. You were just frozen in place - unsure what to do. You wanted to pet her so badly, but who knew what Bucky would do if you so much as moved now.

“The cat has chosen. Don’t blame me.” You threw your hands in the air when Alpine started to purr and jumped only our lab. Now that she was so close to your face, you noticed that one of her eyes was missing, a darker patch of fur replacing the spot where it should have been, but it just made her that much more charming.

Bucky glared at you for a good second and then moved to close the bunker in order to keep the deadly air out. And you took the opportunity to finally pet his cat.

It had only been 20 minutes and Bucky was already regretting his decision not to send you out into the fog.

First, you had broken into his home. Then you had declared you as friends, to which - for the record - he never agreed to. And then you had stolen Alpine’s attention. That was just the cherry on top of your pile of audacity.

And though he had been told that he wasn’t a pleasant contemporary, he wouldn’t send people straight to their deaths like that. He was a grump, but he wasn’t cruel. So he settled on quietly sitting in a corner and hoping that you’d eventually grow tired of snooping through his belongings.

But he still held a grudge. Because he hadn’t planned to spend so much time with anyone, really - except for Alpine, of course - and now he was stuck with you for at least three hours. You had basically forced yourself into his life with that agitating sunshine demeanor of yours and the annoying optimism in every single thing you did.

You had to be broken, somehow. Nobody could be this happy at the end of the world. Because that’s what this was. The end. The time you had to wait out until you escaped the hell this world had become just to spend an eternity in the actual one.

Yeah, Bucky believed in heaven and hell. Somebody had to be responsible for idiots like Hydra and he was sure there was an extra special lava pit reserved just for the god complex fogged imbeciles that were responsible for it all going to shit once and for all.

Bucky huffed at your occasional ‘woahs’ and ‘oohs’ and shrugged off his jacket while you went through more of his things. There was nothing he could do anyway. Tying you up and gagging you until it was over would be incredibly awkward for both of you. So, as long as you didn’t break anything or talk to him, he deemed you safe.

“Woahhh, that is so cool! Where’d you get that?” You suddenly said, and when he turned, Bucky saw you pointing at his metal arm.

He looked down, turned it in the yellow gleam of the bunker lamp, and then focused on your face again. People had seen a lot these days, though none of them ever asked him about it. They either stayed silent or avoided him altogether - the latter of which he preferred. He didn't like talking about it. It wasn’t anything he was proud of for that matter.

“Nonya,” he grumbled and sat back in the chair he chose to reside in for the rest of the day.

“What’s Nonya?” Your head cocked to the side and Bucky couldn’t help but crack a small smirk.

“Non ya business.”

And finally, you shut up. He exhaled, closed his eyes, and smiled complacently. However the silence didn’t last long.

“Okay that was a good one but really, where did you get that arm - it’s amazing.”

“It’s not amazing and I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Now do me a favor and shut up before I set you outside”

“You wouldn’t dare. After all, I was the one that helped you out of that trap.”

Buck had already established that he wouldn’t. But the thought seemed ever so intriguing right this second.

“That you built,” he deadpanned. “I’m done talking to you. Just be quiet for the next hour, so we both have a chance at surviving this thing.” Before I murder you or myself. That last part only echoed in his mind before he grabbed a book and hoped deeply that you’d comply.

You huffed and slumped in the chair next to him. Bucky only dared to glance at you once. Then he began reading, enjoying the silence you finally granted him.

You watched Bucky read his book. Fascinated by the shapes on the page that didn't look like letters to you, you leaned over to him. Bucky was skimming the pages swiftly, turning pages before you could even look at all the lines and then starting all over again.

When you leaned in a little too closely, he scooted back and hid the page from you with a glare. So, you stood up and sauntered over to the shelf again, tracing the printed covers with your finger.

“They’re all in Russian,” you pointed out after you had grazed the last spine. Most of the books were bound in brown, grey, or red.

“So?” He just shrugged, not even bothering to look at you.

“Do you know Russian?”

“The guy that lived here first was Russian.” He shut the book finally, tracing the cover with his own fingers. “So, I taught myself.”

“You know, I can get you some normal books. I can’t imagine there’s anything interesting in there.” You stared at the Russian flag on most of the books. They looked like government-issued prints. Nothing like a fun novel or romance book.

“I don’t mind them, really...” Bucky set the book down and stood next to you. Then he scratched his stubble with his flesh hand. “Though, they all have a communistic touch.”

“See!” You pointed at him. “What do you like to read? I’ve got it all. Romance, fantasy, sci-fi.”

“No sci-fi please.” Bucky rolled his eyes and you could only imagine why. You’d had enough of it in the real world, so the sci-fi book you had once acquired during one of your town walks hat sat in the corner of your little home untouched.

“So, you’re not opposed to romance?” Your eyebrows raised suggestively only for Bucky to glare at you again.

Bucky huffed and sat back down. “Forget it. I'll read my Russian books.”

You chuckled and threw your hands up in defense. “Okay, okay. Fantasy it is.” And then you settled in next to him staring at the ceiling with a small smile and a giddy feeling in your chest.

“See..,” you whispered, “I knew we would get along eventually.”

**Bonus

“Buckstar… Starbucks… Buck-”

“What are you doing?”

“I think it's only fair that if you give me a nickname, I can have one for you, too. How does Bucky-Buck sound?”

“No”

“Buckaroo.”

“Do I need to throw you out? Cause I will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I thought I already had.”

"Good point… get out.”

“I can’t, the Fogg’s about to come!”

“Well, then I suggest you hurry your ass up, so it can’t kill you before I do.”

„I know you might not try to be, but you are very funny.“

*huffs in frustration*

Hey, Book,

Bucky's not that lonely anymore.

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Little Mouse Ch. 10 [Final]

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: f2l, established relationship, college au, smut [18+]

summary: Jungkook, you, and his adventures in the frat.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol use/mention, drug use (weed), hoseok still first with oc, exhibitionism (tiny), mention of an orgy, oral sex (m. receiving), hair pulling, quickie, unprotected sex, hickeys, spanking, creampie

date: February 8, 2024

The transition from just friends to a couple comes easily. Jungkook walks you to your classes, carries your backpack just like he used to, and meets you for lunch with Amelia, Yoongi, and sometimes Taehyung.

Tonight, you’re heading over to the frat house. There’s another party, and Amelia has made you promise you’d go with her.

The both of you will probably sleep over with your boyfriends. You already know the headache you’ll get in the morning will be dreadful, but Jungkook will take you to breakfast after a morning of kisses and a hot shower.

The weather isn’t horrible as you step out of the apartment. You’re wearing a high-waisted black skirt, one of Jungkook’s thick oversized sweaters, and thigh-high socks to keep warm. You know your friends will somehow end up outside as always, and you’d like to be as warm as possible.

Amelia greets you the second you walk through the front door. She hugs you tightly, giggling as she leads you towards the kitchen to grab drinks.

“Jungkook and Yoongi are all outside with the frat,” she informs you as she makes herself a drink and then one for you.

“Already?” you pout as you take a sip from your cup.

“Jimin’s doing,” Amelia shrugs as she takes your hand to avoid being separated on your quest to the backyard.

“Jungkook!” She sings. “I brought you a present!”

Jungkook looks up from his drink. His brows furrow in confusion but he smiles when he sees you.

“Little Mouse! Come here, babe,” he grins as Amelia deposits you in his lap.

“Hey,” you whisper before his lips brush yours.

“Missed you,” he whispers as you wrap your arms around him. You kiss his cheek.

“I missed you too.”

“Are you staying the night?” he asks as he places his large hand on your thigh, his tattooed fingers toying with the band of your sock. “Because I’d love to see these wrapped around my hips later.”

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Jungkook smirks. He’s grown bold now that you were his girlfriend and you were loving it. You bite your bottom lip as you hold his gaze, his fingers circling your skin as you blink slowly.

“I’ll stay,” you say with a smile.

Jungkook kisses your cheek as you settle comfortably on his lap.

“Want another one?” Jimin asks when you set your cup down by the chair.

“Nah, not tonight,” you thank him as he leaves his seat to get a refill.

Amelia and Yoongi have already left the group. Hoseok’s got a blunt between his lips and Namjoon is whispering something to the girl beside him that hangs on his every word.

“I see everything worked out,” Taehyung comments as he sits beside you in Yoongi’s abandoned chair. He’s got a beer in his hand, leaning forward to take the blunt from Hoseok after Namjoon skips his turn in favor of conversation.

“It did,” you affirm as Jungkook slides his hands under your sweater, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his palms. His lips press a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“I’m glad,” Taehyung said genuinely. “I’m happy for you both.”

“My lap is still open for you whenever,” Hoseok chuckles as he takes the blunt from Taehyung. “Don’t hog my shit.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as he rises to plop down on Hoseok’s lap.

“Get off,” Hoseok huffs, rolling his eyes.

“You said your lap was open,” Taehyung shrugs, refusing to move even when Jimin takes his seat with his refilled drink.

“What are you two fighting about now?” Jimin asks with a roll of his pretty eyes. “You know Seokjin left me in charge tonight.”

“He’s hogging my shit,” Hoseok retirates.

Jimin sighs. “Tae, don’t hog his shit.”

“Duh, that’s why I’m on his lap,” Taehyung responds in annoyance, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Jimin doesn’t say another word as he sips his drink.

Hoseok inhales.

Jungkook’s hand slides down to your thighs, beneath your skirt to the bit of skin not covered by clothing. He sighs happily when you lean against him. You wonder if it’s too early to call it a night.

“Are we getting another show?” Jimin asks as he spots Jungkook’s hands. His eyes flit to yours and you giggle, parting your legs just a little.

“Just a tease,” Jungkook encourages in a sultry tone. “Show him what he’s missing but can’t have, Little Mouse.”

“Fuck,” Jimin curses, his cock twitching in his pants as he looks at Jungkook with dark hooded eyes.

“Are you initiating an orgy?” Taehyung asks from his seat on Hoseok’s lap. “Because that’s how you start an orgy.”

Jungkook laughs. “Shut up, Tae.”

Taehyung shrugs, opening his lips to take a hit from the blunt that Hoseok holds up to his lips.

“I want in,” Hoseok smirks.

“I hate you all,” Jungkook laughs as he moves his hands to your thighs instead.

“Hobi, you ruined it,” Jimin whines, sipping from his cup.

“Serves you right,” Hoseok scoffs as pulls out a joint for Tae to get him off his lap and back into a chair far away from him.

You ignore them, turning to Jungkook. Your fingers thread through his hair, gently tugging on it to make him moan.

Jimin watches silently, biting on his plush bottom lip.

Your lips meet Jungkook’s as you turn on your side, legs facing Jimin as you spread them just enough for Jungkook’s hand to slip between them. His tattooed hand grips your thigh, nearly bruising you as you moan against his lips, his tongue meeting yours as you clutch his shirt.

“Kook,” his name rolls off your tongue sweetly.

“Little Mouse,” he responds as he pushes your skirt upward to expose more of your skin. Jimin doesn’t think he can breathe.

Hoseok is eyeing the two of you, ignoring the slight jealousy that bubbles in his stomach. Taehyung smokes his joint, grinning like an idiot as he watches Jimin’s response.

“Take me upstairs,” you whisper in between kisses, growing needier as the seconds pass and Jungkook squeezes your thigh one more time. Jimin catches a quick flash of your panties as you rise from your boyfriend’s lap.

Jungkook is only too happy to please as he takes your hand.

“Whoo!” Hoseok cheers, followed by Joon, Jimin, and Taehyung.

“Jungkook’s gonna hit!” Namjoon exclaims, laughing when you flip him off.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at them as he opens the door that leads back inside. Music immediately drowns out any thoughts you have, as Jungkook leads you past the horde of dancing bodies in the living room. You giggle when you reach the stairs, stopping at the landing to press Jungkook to the wall.

“I want you,” you tell him as you begin to unbutton his shirt. He chuckles as he grabs you by the back of the neck to pull you into a kiss so passionate, it leaves your heart racing when he’s done.

“Let’s go to my room,” Jungkook states with a raised brow. “I don’t need everyone hearing the sweet sounds you make for me.”

“Fuck,” you groan, biting your bottom lip as Jungkook turns you around, so you’re the one pressed to the wall. His hand grabs your thigh, lifting it to wrap around his hip as his other hand presses against the wall. His lips trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as his hand moves under your skirt, this time toying with the hem of your panties.

“Jungkook,” his name escapes you as you thread your fingers in his long hair. He curses, dark eyes meeting yours. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook tongues his cheek, nodding as he sets your leg down gently. He takes your hand, ignoring the curious eyes of the partygoers as he leads you to his bedroom.

The moment the door is locked, you’re on him. He barely gets to take a breath before you’re dropping to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them all in one go.

“Little Mouse,” Jungkook gasps as you tug his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. Your mouth waters when his hard cock nearly slaps you across the face.

“Can I?” you ask eagerly.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Y-yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Little Mouse,” he says firmer.

You nod, eyes locked on his as your hand wraps around his length. You don’t waste time spitting on his cock, moving your mouth to wrap around it as you stroke him.

Jungkook’s head hits the door with a small ‘thud’. He curses when you take more of him into your mouth, drooling over yourself when your nose meets his pelvis. Jungkook threads his fingers in your hair, allowing you to go as fast as you want.

“Fuck my mouth,” you tell him as you pull off his cock, drool dripping down your chin as you look up at him.

Jungkook nearly growls as he rakes a hand through his hair, tugging the roots to settle himself before he grabs your hair in his hand.

“Open up for me, Little Mouse,” he coos as he lines his cock up to your mouth. You’re greedy, too horny to think straight as you grab it. You smack his cock on your cheeks before doing it on your lips and taking him in.

Jungkook groans deep from his chest as he slides the rest of his cock into your awaiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat until you gag and he pulls off. He sets a steady pace as you grip his thighs, mouth slurping and sucking as he fucks your pretty mouth.

“Fuck, Little Mouse. Just like that, baby,” Jungkook curses as his eyes flutter shut. He groans when you deep throat him, eyes focused on his abs and how they clench when you push yourself further before pulling off him. Jungkook pulls your hair as you envelop his dick once again, nose pressed to his skin as you gag and focus on your breathing as a few stray tears run down your cheeks.

“Shit,” Jungkook nearly loses his load as he pulls you off him. He shakes his head, shaking the stars out of his vision before he’s helping to your feet, hands ripping your clothing off, all except your thigh-high socks.

You help get his shirt off, moaning when he climbs over you with his broad body. Your hands grip his muscular back, tilting your head to allow his luscious lips to suck and bite on the column of your throat.

Just like he wanted, your legs wrapped around his slim waist. He curses as he kisses you once more.

“Ready?” he asks as he looks you in the eyes.

“Yes, please. Kook, I want it,” you assure him as he sinks into you in one mind-shattering thrust.

Your nails dig into his muscular back, a moan of his name tumbling from your lips as he slides home. You’re soaking wet, too horny to focus on anything other than his throbbing cock stuffing you full. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before fireworks go off.

Jungkook’s lips are like fire as they meet yours, warming you to your very core. His tongue meets yours, teeth moving to bite your bottom lip as he kisses down to your neck, marking you as his.

“Kook,” you groan as he pulls out almost all the way. The fat head of his cock is all that remains before he’s slamming into you once again. Your thighs cling to his hips pitifully as you pull him closer.

“That’s it, Little Mouse,” he groans. “Take my cock.”

Jungkook grabs your ankles in one hand, putting them over his shoulder as he pounds into you again and again. You grip the sheets, biting back moans before you give up and scream his name, not caring who in the frat hears you.

Jungkook smiles, kissing your lips one last time before he puts you on your hands and knees. You whine at the loss of his cock, but he’s quick to fill you again.

His hands grip your hips, anchoring himself as he slams into you.

Jungkook smacks your ass once, and you beg him to do it again as you scream his name. You fuck yourself on his dick, meeting each of his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He loves to watch you creaming his cock, begging him for more before you fall apart, face first into his pillows.

Jungkook follows shortly, panting as he lies beside you on his bed.

You roll over to face him, grinning when he kisses your nose.

“My Little Mouse,” he coos as he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“My Kookie,” you whisper, eyes bright as you look at him.

Jungkook grins, his heart fluttering wildly. “I’m glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too,” you state, leaning in for another kiss.

Jungkook had faith that no matter what life threw at you, he’d be able to overcome it with you at his side.

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futfemfantasies · 1 year

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Secret Lover \\ alexia putellas x reader

✨ Just a little something for Barca winning Champions League ✨

It’s not like Alexia wants to hide you, you just travel and stay in different countries for months at a time for your photography job. You spend two months out of the year at home, with the exception of Alexia and your birthdays and Christmas. You land back in Barcelona after 2 months in the USA and you are planning to surprise Alexia. You pull out your phone and call your best friend Mapi to pick you up. Mapi mentions she’s outside so you grab your suitcase and start to walk towards the large double doors. You look around outside and can’t see the blonde anywhere. You feel hands cover your eyes and a small giggle you recognise. You turn around to see your best friend of over 20 years. You wrap your arms around Mapi tightly and you look over her shoulder to see Mapi’s new girlfriend that you haven’t met but talked to several times. You move away from Mapi and wonder over to Ingrid, who welcomes you with open arms. After a few minutes of small talk, Mapi mentions training is almost over so you all get in the car and Mapi drives to your shared apartment with Alexia.

After the 30 minute drive, Mapi parks the car and both of them help take your luggage and cameras up. You unlock the door which earns a few barks from Nala and let out a content sigh. The small, fluffy dog comes running to you and jumping on your lower legs. You put your backpack down before picking Nala up and giving her a pat. Mapi and Ingrid announce they have to go back for some make up training since they missed the group session. You thank the pair for picking and dropping you off before putting your cameras away and washing your clothes. You have a quick shower and change into comfy shorts and one of Alexia’s oversized tees.

You go back to the kitchen and open the fridge to see some familiar ingredients. You pull them out, along with your phone and found the photo of Alexia’s mum Eli’s famous paella recipe. You start by cutting up the ingredients before throwing some in the pan. You hear the front door open and your heart beat starts to increase and thump against your chest. You hear Alexia’s bag drop and you look towards her with a gentle smile on your face. She just stands there in disbelief that you’re actually here. Coming out of her senses, Alexia ran over to you and jumps in your awaiting arms. Thankfully your reflexes kick in and you hook your arms under Alexia’s thighs. She leans back and cups your cheeks before resting her forehead against yours.

“You’re back early” She whispers, millimetres from your lips.

“I’m back and not leaving you again”

You both share the first kiss in months and you don’t want it to end. The burning pan encourages you to put your girlfriend down and to keep cooking. As you find another pan, Alexia peeks at your phone and notices her mothers handwriting. She smiles slightly as you re-chop the onion and shuffles over to you. Alexia wraps her arms around you and due to you being a few inches shorter, her head rests comfortably on your shoulder. You stop cutting and lean back into her and Alexia places soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“I missed you mi amor”

“I missed you more Ale. How was training?”

Alexia tells you about her training back with the team as you dish out the comfort food. You both sit at the table and you decide to tell Alexia your news.

“So I have some news mi amor” Alexia places her fork down and puts her hands on yours, silently telling you to continue.

“I quit my job but I’m starting my new one on Monday. I’m not travelling anymore Ale, I’m staying right here”

Alexia bounced off her chair and hugged you tightly. You pull her down on your lap before peppering her face with soft kisses. She moves away and holds you face in her hands.

“It’s at Barca” You whisper and Alexia’s eyes go wide. She just realised you’ll be around 24/7 and she could not be happier.

Alexia expressed how you should meet the girls on Monday before training and you agreed. Alexia moved back to her seat and you both finished your lunch before cuddling on the couch, stealing kisses from one another for the rest of the day.

A few days later, Alexia texted the team to go to training a little earlier as she has an announcement. You move over to the closet to get ready when you let your intrusive thoughts get the best of you. What if I’m not going to make an impression on them? What if they think Alexia is too good for me? You get pulled out of your thoughts by hands on your hips and you look behind you to see Alexia, slightly worried. You explain your fears to her and she tells you that everything will be okay, and that’s all the reassurance you need.

A little while later, Alexia pulls up to the training ground and you grow more nervous than before. She puts the car in park and turns to you. Alexia puts a hand on your cheek and you turn to her with worried eyes. You both don’t say anything but Alexia embraces you in one of her tight hugs you’ve grown to calm down to. You pull back and give Alexia a nod to signal you are ready to go. You get out of the car and grab your camera bags when Mapi and Ingrid call out to you both. You explain that you’re the new team photographer and social media manager and they both congratulate you. You hold onto Alexia’s hand as you walk in and she squeezes your hand in comfort.

“Hola Ale, who’s this?” Pina asks. Alexia looks at you and you nod slightly.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N”

“And your new team photographer so be nice” You joke and most of the girls laugh.

The girls get called to the locker room and there’s no doubt Alexia will tell them in there. Before you go your seperate ways, Alexia gives you a good luck kiss. Meanwhile, you go into the building where you are met with your new boss who shows you around before telling you of the teams plans for the day. After signing a few more things, you take your cameras and laptop to the field to set up for training. You start and you slowly get used to things. The girls had a break after 45 minutes of intense drills so Alexia and a few others decided to seat with you at the meal area. The girls ask to see some photos from today so far and you turn your laptop around to show them and the gasps that escape their mouths. After a few more conversations, the team takes you in and Alexia is relieved that it’s all going well.

“So Ale, how long have you been hiding this one?” Lucy asked.

“A year” Alexia mumbled.

“What was that Ale?” Mapi teases, knowing the answer.

Jonatan calls the girls back out to training and you finish up editing the photo of Alexia when you feel a presence next to you. You look to your left and see the one and only Jennifer Hermoso. Alexia warned you about her and their history.

“Hola hermosa, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jenni” Jenni holds her hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N, nice to meet you too” You say before returning to the lens.

You and Jenni have a light conversation before your oh so lovely girlfriend yells for Jenni to come over and start training, since she arrived late due to media. You look up from your camera and lock eyes with Alexia. You give her a wink and she shakes her head before turning away smiling to herself. You take some more photos of everyone before filming some stories for Instagram.

You pack your cameras and laptop away before you start to walk back to your office. You feel a presence next to you and yet again, Jenni looks at you with that same mischievous smile as before. She offers to take a camera bag for you and you accept the help. You walk into the building to your new office and Jenni gently puts the cameras down. You thank her for the help and she seems to be nervous about something. She eventually asks you out and before you could answer, you saviour shows up at the door.

“You ready to go princesa? We need to pick some things for dinner” You nod and look at Jenni with sorry eyes.

“Sorry Jenni, but I’m taken” You says as you walk near Alexia who wraps her arms around your waist. Jenni’s eyes pop out of her head and cheeks slightly flushed.

“Dios mio Ale, I’m so sorry. I had no idea” Jenni apologised and Alexia accepts her apology. You three walk out and Alexia hold your hand tight. Alexia mentions that she has to get her bag and offered to show you the locker room. After catching up with Alexia’s teammates, you two head home where you can’t be bothered to cook so you order takeout. While you wait, you decide to have a shower in which Alexia decided to join. Not long after, the food arrived and you both cuddle up on the couch.

“How was your first day?”

“I had a really good day. How was training mi amor?” You ask as you tighten your arms around Alexia.

“It was tough. My knee hurt a little but it’s good. I see you were making friends with Jenni” Alexia says as she turns to lie on top of you.

“I think I saw a little bit of jealous Ale out there today” You mention as your hands creep up the back Alexia’s shirt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Alexia dismisses your claim as she rests her head on your chest.

“Oh really?” You pull up a photo you took and showed Alexia.

“So this isn’t you jealous?” Alexia’s eyebrows furrowed and eyes rolled.

“Okay, shut up” Alexia mumbles before leaving a lazy kiss on your chest.

“It’s okay mi amor, I like jealous Ale. It’s hot”

Safe to say, from that day forward everyone knew you are Alexia’s and she is yours.

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cumikering · 4 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 4

3.3k | fluff A cloud floated into your bedroom (part 1) (part 5)

Have you heard of the sweaty t-shirt experiment? That people can smell who they’re compatible with?

That explained how downright addicting you smelt - the lore couldn’t fool him. Humans and animals weren’t that different after all, despite him being able to smell better as a wolf.

You packed some lasagna for him to take home and put on an episode of your favourite show while spooning on the couch. However, with you pulled flush against him, his face buried in your neck, he didn’t show any sign of leaving.

Well, he didn’t want to. It was justified that he missed you this much, right? Sorry, you just had to kick him out of your apartment.

“Keegan?” You tapped his arm around your waist, causing him to groan in annoyance. You let out a small laugh. “Did you fall asleep?”

He lifted his head, eyes fluttering. Oh God, did he drool on you? He brought his hand to his mouth. Okay, he didn’t.

Halfway through the episode, he’d leaned in for a shameless little whiff but when you reached back and scratched the top of his head, he was a goner. The huge dinner probably played a part too.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he rasped as he sat up.

You flipped onto your back, trailing your fingers down his inked forearm. “Well, you don’t have to go yet,” you mumbled.

“I’d love to stay if you let me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his as you smiled. “Okay.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

While you got ready for bed, he grabbed his backpack from his car. After making sure his breath was as minty as it could be, he emerged out of the bathroom in a shirt and boxers. He was ready to take the couch, but when you led him to your bedroom, of course he wasn’t going to say no to finally climbing into bed with you.

You switched your bedside lamp off, the light outside spilt into the room through the sheer curtains. You lay on his chest, hand on his abdomen as it rose and fell at a steady rhythm. His eyes trailed down your body, pressed against his in an oversized band tee and cotton leggings.

“I’d love to stay up longer, but I’m falling asleep,” you said into his shirt, voice muffled.

“That’s okay. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow before I leave.”

“That’d be nice.”

He wiggled. “Do you mind if I take my shirt off? It’s a bit warm.”

“Go ahead.” You pulled away.

He took his shirt off, setting it on the nightstand before lying down again. You blinked. He forgot not everyone was a fan of hair, which he had plenty of.

“Or I can put it back on.” He quickly reached for his shirt, embarrassed that you might have found it appalling.

“You don’t have to,” you said, grabbing his arm. He could see the smile as you curled closer to him, pressing your face to his chest. “Good night, Keegan.”

“Good night,” he mumbled, looking up the ceiling with a small smile.

So this was the view when he called those nights he was away. He let out a soft laugh as he recalled the first conversation you had.

“What are you wearing?” you’d asked in a light voice.

He let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, no! I meant- I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what do you wear to bed when you’re away?”

The heat crept up his neck as his smile lingered. He wouldn’t complain if you did mean it that way, but maybe under more convenient circumstances.

“It depends, but tonight I’m lucky enough to wear a shirt and sweats.”

“Same. I always cover my legs. I get cold easily in my sleep.”

He didn’t mind keeping you warm at all.

That night, being in bed with you felt far better than his imagination. He wrapped his arm around you as your breathing slowed. It was adorable how your cheek mushed against him. He wanted to kiss you again.

He lay there for what felt like half an hour, waiting for sleep to grace him, but instead he was filled with the overwhelming desire to… guard the bedroom? Was this a dog behaviour, like how Raider would sleep close to the door? His finger drummed on his thigh. It was worth a try if it meant he could get some sleep.

He could have shifted right there in bed and you’d be none the wiser, but stripping next to you in your sleep felt violating. Instead, he went to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door ajar (he still hadn’t figured out how to turn doorknobs with his paws), and no bathroom had ever smelt so good.

His tail trashed, smacking the cabinet with a thud. His eye twitched. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to be a creep smelling your pile of laundry in the corner of the room. That, and he didn’t want to risk passing out from all the excitement.

He turned away, nudging the door open with his snout and padded right towards your sleeping figure, thoughts about guarding the room long forgotten. His tail fanned steadily as he stood by the bed, the sheets smelling so much like you.

Keegan needed to be closer. He got up on the bed with stealth, pausing when he couldn’t avoid the spring of the mattress when as his hind legs made contact. Okay, you didn’t move, good. He leaned in to smell you, as close as he could get without touching you. Would you mind if he licked your face?

Wait, no. No. Tingles ran down his spine. NO!!!

His face tilted to one side, and the other, then his shoulders and hips followed. The Big Shake™ took over at the most inopportune time, sending his black floof flying. Did not shifting for weeks matt his fur?

With the tremble, your bed squeaked. You stirred with a soft grunt, face scrunching. He froze, eyes wide like saucers (if he had brows they’d shoot through the ceiling), hoping you’d settle right away. Instead, your eyes opened for a split second. You smiled to yourself and mumbled a syllable before turning away from him.

What did you say? Jake? Drake? Blake? It didn’t matter because in seconds your breathing evened out.

This was a bad idea. He prayed hard you were too drowsy to register the sight, let alone remember it.

Back in his plaid boxers, he nestled against you, his arm pulling you to his chest as his eyes finally fluttered. He needed clean up his floof from your room before you woke.

It was easy to blame the mess on Raider if it was in the living room as the pooch visited almost every weekend, but never the bedroom. Surely he didn’t want you to think he, as a human, shed like a dog in his sleep. Fortunately, he kept a lint roller in his bag, but at this rate he should probably invest in an industrial sized one.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you said against Keegan’s lips, your arms around his neck.

He smiled, squeezing your waist. “I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Am I even dressed accordingly at least?”

He pulled away, taking in your flowy dress and knit cardigan. “Yes, you look lovely. Raider thinks the same. Can’t take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled at the German Shepherd who looked up at you as he scooted closer and closer, impatiently waiting for you to finish greeting (kissing) the sergeant at your door.

“Hey, buddy.” You scratched his muzzle. “It’s so good to finally see you again!”

His tail wagged at full speed as he leaned into your hand.

Keegan helped you lock up and took your hand as you walked to his SUV. He placed your hand on his thigh as he drove and before long, he pulled up at the pretty garden restaurant you’d casually mentioned weeks ago. He picked an outdoor table so Raider could roam around as you enjoyed your tasty brunch. Under the table, his foot leaned against yours.

After the meal, you took a walk at the park across the restaurant, arms linked.

“I think he missed you a lot.” He nodded at the K9 who kept brushing against your leg. “He was so happy when I told him we were meeting you.”

You cooed, rubbing his head. “I missed you too, Raider!”

“I got him a phone before we left for the last mission. Did he text you?”

You chuckled. “Really? He texts now?”

“I taught him to, so he can keep you company when I’m away.”

“Where is it? I’ll put my number in.”

“Check his pockets.” He stopped and turned to you.

You played along, stooping down to pat down his legs. “Nothing.”

“Check mine then.” With his hands in his jacket pockets, he moved the hem of his army green jacket out of the way.

It was a playful excuse to have your hands on him, and if your smirk was any indication, you knew it too. So he looked away, but the smile crept up anyway.

You traced over his front and, after checking if anyone was looking, the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, that’s your phone… Keys… Wallet…”

“Maybe the jacket?” He removed his hands from his pockets.

You shook your head and pulled out a rectangular chew toy.

“It’s a phone!” You laughed, turning it over to find a dog bone logo behind it.

He crouched to let the K9 off his leash before taking the toy from you. “Fetch, boy.”

He threw the toy as far as he could and Raider, like the goodest boy he was, bolted after it. As fast as he went, Keegan pulled you by the waist for a kiss.

You giggled against him. “We need to watch him.”

“I can’t kiss you with him around. He’s too jealous, keeps staring at us.” He leaned in again.

As if on cue, the doggo barked at you, causing you to pull away. His toy lay next to your feet.

“See, I can’t even have 10 seconds.”

You picked the toy up and threw it, and it was embarrassing to admit that his initial reaction was to also dash after it, his leg already jerking. He hoped you didn’t notice.

Under a tree, Keegan laid his head on your lap as Raider roamed around the park, getting acquainted with the other dogs. Judging by the toy phone in his mouth, he was probably looking for a date so he didn’t have to be a third-wheel anymore. It was about time.

“His handler asked if I wanted to handle him.”

You looked down at him, running your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer than he liked (it was uncomfortable under the mask), but if it meant you were more likely to play with his hair, then he’d gladly keep the length. The least he could do was give you something to pull because he might have just short-circuited from the gentle tugging you gave.

His eyes fluttered, like he was seconds away from falling asleep. How could he tell you to stop but keep going too?

“Yeah?”

You were so pretty with that soft smile. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never even had a pet.”

“I know handling a K9 isn’t the same as having a dog, but you’ve had him on weekends for a while now, and he looks very happy. You must be doing something right.”

“Gabe will give me training if I say yes, but I guess I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want to not do a good job.”

“Take your time to decide, but I think you’ll be a fantastic doggo dad.”

You’d been helping him with Raider. Did that mean you were the mum? He liked the sound of that very much.

He smiled. “You think so?”

“Mhm. But you’re okay if he stares at us all the time?”

“We’ll have to get him a blindfold.”

The day grew windier as the hours passed. When Keegan noticed your fingers were a little cold, he hastily draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you closer as you sat on the bench sipping on coffee. You thanked him with a chaste kiss and he licked his lip when you pulled away. It earned him a soft laugh from you. You looked good in his jacket, but tasted even better.

Your phone buzzed in your purse and you pulled it out to discover it was Lauren calling. You’d told him about her, your best friend from uni. He told you to take it.

“… That’s alright. I’ll meet you there… No, that sounds good. I think I’ll wear one too… Oh, don’t forget the gift- Lauren, shut up! He’s here right now!” You giggled, turning to him as you slapped your hand over your mouth.

Keegan didn’t mean to listen, but he was right there. He raised a brow, flattered that your friend knew about him.

“Yes, okay, fine.” You squeezed his hand. “Yes, I promise! Okay, bye now.”

“Sounds like an interesting conversation,” he teased when you put your phone away.

“Do you remember Nick, the spinach pie guy?”

“He’s my sprit animal.”

You chuckled. “It’s his birthday and he arranged a little uni reunion tonight.”

It was silly of him to expect you’d spend the entire day with him, but he was allowed to dream, right? Especially when the hours with you felt much shorter.

“I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t mind?”

Of course he didn’t. Anything for more time with you.

After you finished your drinks, you headed back to your place to get ready. He sat on the couch with Raider with the TV on, but he was far more interested in watching you move about.

You wore a fitted black dress that came down mid-thigh, but as you leaned over the sink to put your makeup on, it rode up and revealed a little more than he felt he was allowed to see. He forced himself to look away, but fuck, if he wasn’t lying about wanting to see more.

At the door, you gave him a little twirl, all pretty with your hair done, giving him a whiff of your gentle perfume. But that evening you lacked… something. You smelt too clean after your shower, and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight in that state.

He didn’t know where the thought came from. No one would be able to smell him on you, not even himself, but he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck anyway.

“So pretty,” he breathed against your skin and pressed a few kisses on your collarbones.

When he pulled up at the restaurant, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat and placed it on your lap.

“I think I’m good. We’ll be indoors.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

How convenient. Now that would be more like it, his subtle claim on you. At least it would soothe that little part of his brain.

“Let me know when you need to get picked up.”

“We'll probably be done late. Don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won't.”

“I can’t let you do that after driving me here.”

He paused. “Let me know when you get home at least?”

“Will do. Thanks for taking me out today. I had a very nice time.” You leaned over the console for a peck. “Oh, sorry! I forgot about the lipstick!”

He tilted the rear-view mirror towards him, chuckling at the smudge on his lips. When you reached out to wipe it off with a tissue, he grasped your chin and leaned in again.

When you approached the large table, you expected the lone figure sitting to be the birthday boy. But when the man looked up, your smile fell.

“Blake? What- what are you doing here?”

“Hey, uhh, Nick told me to come, said you’d be here tonight.“

“I didn’t know you’re in town. You… never said anything.”

“I moved here a few months ago.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We hadn’t spoken in years.”

“And that’s not the same case with Nick?”

“It’s different.” His eyes stayed on you. “You know that,” he said in a low voice.

Your brows furrowed. It was jarring to see him there, out of place and surreal.

“Hey, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I can-“

“Sorry.” You shook your head and offered a smile as you pulled out the chair across him. You didn’t have to make the evening weird. “I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. How have you been?”

You continued to chat as people filled the table. Lauren was equally as surprised to see Blake, but you gave her a smile when she shot you a worried look.

“Our favourite Brit!” Nick announced, smacking Blake on the back. “Welcome back!”

You were over this - over him, if there was even anything to get over when nothing started. He was never yours, but the first to ever capture your heart. For years, you went through thick and thin with him, as friends even when it was far more than that for you.

You didn’t see a point of having anything escalate and have the ocean stand between you after graduation. So you tiptoed on the border of friends and more, trying to swallow the words despite the lingering gazes and longing sighs. When you couldn’t deny the budding feelings anymore, you knew you had to let whatever it was fade.

Over dinner, the ten of you got each other up to speed about how you were doing. When you went around the table pouring everyone their second glass of wine, Nick held his hand up.

“I’m a total lightweight now. I won’t recover from the hangover this time around,” he explained.

The table gasped. That was the most shocking discovery of the evening.

Pulled into different directions, graduation felt many more years behind seeing how some of your classmates led vastly different lives. A few took a leap of faith, ending up with unexpected careers far from their field of study, some have settled down, some with kids, their carefree personality mellowing as life settled on their shoulders. Some, you also learnt, remained solo, like Blake.

Ever the soft-spoken one, a smile always on his face as Blake gave people his undivided attention. He still preferred his beer over wine. Still asked for no truffle on his pasta, nor balsamic vinegar on his salad. Still scraped the buttercream off cakes. Still, he felt like the one you knew the least at the table that evening.

The ache of it was long gone, but you hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to desperately wish for something yet being powerless over it. It was funny how the world worked, that things came your way when you least expected it, that he found his way back eventually.

Blake offered to drop you home. ‘Won’t be a long drive away,’ he reassured. Nothing was a long drive at that hour, and you appreciated the gesture. In front of you apartment, he turned to you.

“I’m glad I saw you tonight. Can we catch up some more, over coffee sometime?”

You smiled. It was nice seeing him again, nostalgic. You were friends for so long for a reason.

“Of course. You know how to find me.”

He let out a small sigh, his gaze roaming your face.

The clock on the display reminded you of how late it was. “Thanks for the ride, Blake. Get home safe, okay?”

On the way up, you pulled your phone out as you yawned.

I’m home. Thanks again for today <3

It buzzed when you unlocked your door.

Had fun?

Why are you still up?

Waiting for you

Keegan had no business making you smile this hard. Maybe you could stay up a little longer.

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 8 months

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Kamaboko Squad x Reader They Are Being Clingy Headcanons

Purple, green, orange, and blue dividers from @roseschoices and multi colored divider from @happy-ash-edits

Genya

Normally, he would show you love and affection but it was never this much

He was in one of his moods where he craved and needed your cuddles

He didn’t get these urges often so when he snatched you from the kitchen to cuddle on the couch, you were a little confused

He would plop you onto the couch and ran to grab a blanket before you moved

He wrapped the both of you in a blanket burrito and turn on whatever movie you wanted even if it was a movie he wasn’t crazy about, the truth is, he just wanted nothing more than to snuggle with you

When you would ask him about it, he would just shush you and bury his face in your shoulder

If you ever tried to get up to do something, he would tighten his hold on you and mumble, “Don’t leave yet, I’m comfortable...”

You found his attitude amusing and adorable so you decided to cuddle and fall asleep with him

Whenever you would tease him about this day, he would blush and try to stop you but he knew that there was no way to stop your teasing.

Tanjiro

He noticed himself wanting to be in your presence when you were out on a mission and the feeling started growing rapidly

For a couple minutes, he would wonder why he was even more eager to spend time with you when you spend a lot of time together but he didn’t mind and just waited for you to come back so he could spoil you with a lot of affection

The moment you came back, he would greet you with more enthusiasm than he normally would and would ask to spend the rest of the day together

He would carry you home because he couldn’t wait any longer to feel the comforting warmth of your body

He would gently place you on the couch and grab water for you since you had to walk home after a mission and you were probably exhausted

He would engulf you in his arms on the couch with his head on top of yours

If you had to get up and do something, he would be sad and want to keep you there but he understands and will reluctantly let go

He would patiently wait for you and when you came back, he would take you back into his arms with a big smile

Zenitsu

He was always clingy but today he was EXTRA clingy which no one thought was possible

He would run around asking about your whereabouts and whenever he received a “I don’t know.” He would go crazy and run around some more

The second he saw you returning from a mission, he sped towards you and picked you up and spun you around screaming, “Y/N! I finally found you and now we can go cuddle and spend the rest of the day together!”

He ran back home with you still in his arms and he launched the both of you onto the bed and started nuzzling his cheek on your cheek

He was wrapped around you like a backpack and he had no intention of letting you go no matter what

If you attempted to get up, he would start whining about how he hasn’t seen you all day and just bury his face into your chest

You will literally become his oversized teddy bear

Inosuke

He would be EXTREMELY confused on why he felt the need to be around you

He would go to Shinobu and ask what’s wrong with him and that’s when she giggled and told him that he was missing you, he would still be confused but brush it off

However, when he saw you, he found himself drawing near you until he felt the urge to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder and that’s what he did

He carried you while you were questioning what he was doing but he couldn’t answer because he didn’t even know himself

When he sat down on the couch with you still in his arms, he quietly held you while a small blush appeared on his cheeks

He wanted to keep you there for a while and he didn’t let you get up until his need was satisfied

He couldn’t comprehend why he was doing this but it felt nice so he just kept quiet and cuddled you

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builtaworldwithyourlove · 10 days

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I Forget Where We Were

1.4k/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Five: She Treats Me Well

Now I’ve got a woman at home, she treats me well

what to expect: Sundays spent with the Millers. Joel officially asks you to be his girlfriend.

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, slight daddy!kink, sooooo much fluff

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After the best sleep of your life, you woke up intertwined with Joel. He was awake and watching the news on mute on his TV. You snuggled into the crook of his neck, and he dragged you on top of him.

‘Sleep well darlin’?’ his raspy voice turned you into putty, as he tucked your hair behind your ear and flipped you over onto you back.

He kissed you hungrily, before patting your thigh and jumping out of bed.

You whined as you held out your arms for him to join you again, and in the same second, Sarah ran through onto the bed like a tiny hurricane and snuggled into you.

‘I had the funniest dreams’ Sarah giggled. ‘Daddy played dress up with me and we turned him into a princess.’

‘I could just imagine him as pretty as a picture’ you giggled.

You burst into a fit laughter as

Joel wrapped the duvet round his hips and gave a twirl. ‘Now what do the real princesses want for breakfast?’

‘I need to get home and shower, should we head back to mine and we’ll eat there? I’ve got groceries to get through, and I know a certain curly haired baby would love to come and see where I live!’ You tickled Sarah and tilted your head at Joel. Sarah clambered across the bed and held onto Joel like a koala, you leaned forward into Joel’s hip.

‘Let’s get ready to go then Roo’ Roo was Joel’s nickname for Sarah, affectionately after the way she bounced round and round.

You made the bed, and went downstairs to clear the dishwasher and organise Joel’s house quickly.

Dressed in Joel’s joggers that sat low on your hips, and a tucked up gym top, you went to check on Sarah and Joel, and found Sarah in her unicorn backpack and bright pink tutu dress. Joel was dressed smart in black Jeans, a tightly fitting black flannel shirt and his silver watch sitting on his wrist, above his small hand tattoo. His curly hair was slicked back, and you could smell the heat of the hot shower mixed with his mint shower gel and toothpaste, and your favourite aftershave of his.

You stared a moment too long, when Sarah held your hips and shook you asking to go and see your house. Joel placed his fingers under your chin and picked your jaw up.

‘It’s rude to stare’ Joel lowered his voice and remarked gruffly into your ear.

You swallowed dryly, and averted your gaze as you tried to distract yourself by gathering the Miller’s out the house back to your place.

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You let Sarah have full access to your apartment, and she went straight to the flowers growing on your balcony. Joel stood in the french doors, his silhouette distracting you. He sipped his black coffee from your ridiculously oversized pastel pink mug, when he crouched down to let Sarah whisper in his ear. He crouched down and nodded, then looked at you and smiled. He looked back at Sarah ‘Yes I’ll ask her later baby’. You were itching to find out what Sarah whispered, but had a pretty good idea.

You laid breakfast out for everyone, and watched with adoration as your small apartment now felt like home. The idea of having Joel’s babies crept into your mind. What would that be like? Heaven, you thought.

After breakfast was finished, you let Sarah pick her favourite Disney film and hopped in the shower and got ready for the day.

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‘What are we doing today then?’ You entered the room. Sarah was on the balcony with an orange juice, flicking through an old book of yours. You chuckled at her, and Joel turned around and pulled you in. His hands held your hips, and you felt his huge arms envelope you.

‘I want to go to the arcades’ Sarah squealed with her hands in the air.

‘Ask nicely!’ Joel said sternly.

Sarah looked over at you and said please as many times as she could.

‘Arcades it is then, Miss Miller’ Joel agreed, ‘You up for it, darling?’

‘I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do, Mr Miller’you grinned at Sarah.

Joel grunted and gave you ‘that look’.

‘Will you paint my nails for me first’ Sarah asked, bouncing around like a Duracell Bunny.

‘Absolutely baby. I’ll send Daddy on a mission to the store and we’ll finish getting ready’ you asked, emphasis on the eye contact with Joel when you said Daddy.

He clenched his fist and banged it on the counter jokingly, and asked you to write a list. You conspired with Sarah and gave Joel a list:

-Sour Patch Kids

-Milk

-Sourdough Loaf

-Bottle of Rosé

-More Sour Patch Kids

-Reese’s Pieces

-Dr Pepper Zero

He scoffed at the list, and warned against the excessive sugar content. You assured him it’d be a sugar crash by night time, and that’s why you wanted sugar free Dr Pepper- to compensate!

You and Sarah ran to your vanity and Joel went to the store.

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The heat scorched, as you found relief under the air con in the arcades. Sarah had stuffed teddies bigger than her, and your purse was

full of pointless prizes from arcade machines. Joel carried the tokens.

Sarah asked for an ice cream and a final go on the dance machine.

You and Joel sat next to eachother waiting to take Sarah home.

‘Do you still love me?’ Joel nudged you.

‘From the moment I met you’ you squeezed his thigh.

‘Will you be my girlfriend? I’m not sure people ask anymore, but I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.’ Joel blushed and you kissed him.

‘How could I ever say no?’ You scrunched your nose up and held his hand, ‘I love you, Mr Miller.’

Sarah sprinted over yelling ‘I want to go home.’ You envied the abruptness that kids could get away with. You wouldn’t be able to shout I want to leave in your office job and have people find you funny and endearing.

You all held hands and headed back to the truck.

‘Are you and Daddy having another sleepover tonight?’ Sarah fluttered her eyelashes and didn’t want you to leave.

‘No babygirl, I’ve got to work tomorrow’ it wasn’t clear who was more disappointed at your answer out of Joel and Sarah. They both shared the same gooey puppy dog eyes.

‘How about we go and pick her up from work tomorrow? You can finish school, Daddy will come and get you, and then we’ll head there’ Joel was desperate to keep you all for him and Sarah, and would do anything to be with you every second of every day.

‘You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr Miller. I’ll see you tomorrow night Roo’ you kissed Sarah’s forehead and she twirled around you and climbing into the backseat.

Joel was left listening to the sound of you both softly snoring on the drive home, clearly reaching that sugar crash you talked about.

His heart swelled, and he thanked his lucky stars. Both of his girls.

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Joel dropped you home and tried to wake you without making you grouchy. You tried to not be sad and keep in high spirits for Sarah and Joel. Even though you’d see them in less than 24 hours again.

You started your Sunday reset regime, changing your bedsheets, even though they smelt like Joel still and wrote your weekly plan. Although, how productive really was the to do list of : kiss Joel, think about Joel, hug Joel, fuck Joel.

Your phone chimed with a text about an hour later.

Joel:

Sarah’s in bed, finally crashed😴 she said she already misses you and wish you didn’t have to ever leave.

You:

She’s the most precious angel- I miss her too. Big hugs and kisses tomorrow xxx

Joel:

I miss you too. Can’t believe you’ve got this old man head over heels again. I love you, baby.

You:

I love you. Can’t believe I’m a girlfriend, I feel like a changed woman.

Joel:

Get some sleep missy, don’t let the honour get to your head😉

You:

Mr Miller… don’t start something you can’t finish.

Joel:

Oh I’ll finish everytime.

You:

Gross- get gone. Night baby.

You finished your chores and got yourself clean and to bed. You sprawled out, smiling to yourself and sleep came easily.

You wished you were at work already so you could be back in Joel’s arms.

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readyplayerhobi · 11 months

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Because, I Love You | 11

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 5.7k

; Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: Can you believe I wrote all this on my phone? If you enjoyed it, let me know what you think by leaving a comment or sending me an ask! Please reblog this so others can see it and follow the story of our favourite couple, and I’d love to read any reviews if people would be so kind!

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You're not the biggest fan of airports, especially not the waiting area. It's boring and there are barely any seats, which you always think is dumb because sometimes you have to wait ages before the person you're collecting turns up. And maybe it's because you're grumpy, but you hate standing for long periods.

You've been standing here for twenty minutes now. Sure - that's partly a you problem, as you're the one who turned up early. But sometimes planes landed early, and you didn't want Jungkook to be standing around waiting.

If there's one thing worse than standing in the waiting area, it's standing in the waiting area when you've been travelling for hours in a tin can hurtling through the air a few thousand feet up. You're not too sure what Jungkook is like when flying, but you tend to be grouchy when you're so close to home. But again, maybe that's just a you problem.

Leaning back against the wall, you purse your lips as you take in the people around you and those coming out of baggage collection. It's amusing trying to guess where people have come from - sure, you could check and look at the flight arrivals board but some people may have had transfers. The couple wearing t-shirts, shorts and flip-flops have clearly come from a hot country and they must've been more concerned with ensuring they were comfy back in the original country than when they arrived here. You certainly wouldn't want to be walking outside without a coat.

Not only that, but you like to take in the diversity of luggage. The people who have battered suitcases that speak of many journeys, the people with just a carry-on that's stuffed to the brim, the people who wrap their suitcases in plastic to make sure no one will get into them. You always wonder if airport security ever breaks into those, it's something you'd experienced before and you didn't like the knowledge that someone had rifled through your stuff.

People-watching is so entertaining that you don't even realise that your fiancé has finally arrived until he calls out your name. Head jerking over to him, you take him in with his oversized white shirt and black sweatpants. The straps of his backpack frame his chest, whilst he pulls his larger suitcase behind him. Smiling widely, you move forward with your arms wide open.

He'd already been smiling at you anyway, but now his eyes crease with joy and you get the rare sight of his dimple. You swear he has the most expressive face you've ever seen, and right now those sparkling doe eyes are practically radiating happiness, despite the bags under his eyes.

"Hiiiii," You grin, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and hugging him so tightly that he lets out a little grunt. "Missed you."

"Missed you, too. I forgot how much I hate flying, but I've got so much cool shit for you!" He starts taking off his backpack immediately and you laugh, pressing a hand to his chest and shaking his head. Always so eager to be moving and doing things.

"Show me at home, the parking charges are insane for this place. Hey, Jimin - you have a good time as well?" You ask, nodding a greeting to Jungkook's best friend.

You'd spent the last two weeks alone, as Jungkook had gone to Australia for two weeks with his friends. It had been planned for the last few years, with all of them finally having the time and money to do it. As a result, you'd been greeted with plenty of pictures of Jungkook as he'd enjoyed all the touristy sites of Sydney and Melbourne. You'd gotten plenty of pictures of him snorkelling, scuba diving, windsurfing, surfing, and all the other things that you'd never in a million years do.

Given they'd gone in January, they'd enjoyed high temperatures and plenty of sun. As a result, even with the liberal sunscreen they'd been applying, both Jimin and Jungkook had tanned from all their outdoor activities. Though, you noted with amusement, Jungkook had managed to get a sunburn on his nose while Jimin's cheeks were looking a little more rosy than normal.

"I did, and thanks for agreeing to drive me home. I really appreciate it." Jimin says, giving you a quick smile and a nod of his head. His bleached blonde hair makes his golden skin look even more tanned, and you can just imagine how many women and men he left heartbroken back in Australia.

"It's no problem, come on. Do you want to stop for food on the way back?" Jimin lived in the same place as Jungkook and you, hence why you were bringing his friend back. Jungkook's other friends he'd gone with had been college friends, who didn't live near anymore so they hadn't been on the same flight.

"I'm okay, I think I just want my bed." Jimin responded whilst Jungkook nodded in agreement. You weren't surprised, they both had that weird 'wired-yet-haggard' look that travellers got after being stuck in a plane for ages.

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook falls asleep in the car within ten minutes of getting into it. The soft sound of his heavy breathing, and the slight snores that accompany it, make the corners of your lips twitch in amusement. You've missed that sound more than you'd realised, and a glance over at him makes your heart clench as a sudden wave of fondness takes over.

His head has lolled onto his left shoulder, with his mouth dropped open and his slightly too long hair falling into his eyes. A large part of you desperately wants to reach out and trace the features of his face, but you look away to concentrate on the road once more.

"Did you enjoy Australia as well? Jungkook kept telling me that you were being a hit with the folk there." Glancing into the rearview mirror, you catch Jimin's eyes and watch as the corner of his mouth quirks into a satisfied smirk.

"Yeah, it was great. Definitely want to go back, and yeah…met some friendly Aussies." A snort leaves your mouth at that.

"Friendly, is that what we're calling it?" Your answer makes Jimin laugh softly.

"Hey, they were hot and willing. Some days we just stayed on the beach pretty much - think the days I actually wore a shirt were in single figures. Unlike someone else in the car, I'm a free agent." Chewing your lip, you grip the wheel a little tighter at his words.

You're glad Jimin, and the rest of Jungkook's friends had enjoyed themselves on their trip and had been well received in return. But you'd seen the pictures that Jimin had posted on his Instagram, of the toned bodies of both men and women he'd hung out with at various points. Some featured Jungkook, your fiancé enjoying his time with his temporary new friends, and of course, he'd fit right in with his tall, muscular physique.

Frowning, you take a deep breath and try to tell yourself to get over it. You're so deep in the sudden shoring up of your emotional defences that you don't notice that Jimin has been carefully watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry, he was loyal. Even moved his ring to pretend he was married, think he broke a lot of people's hearts but he didn't care." At that, your eyes glance to Jungkook's left hand and you note the faint tan line on his ring finger. Warmth fills you, and you feel yourself relax slightly.

Jungkook had decided he wanted an engagement ring too, though he wore it on his right hand instead of his left. The fact he'd willingly pretended to be married when you weren't there made you want to reach over and give him a huge kiss.

For a second, you press your lips together and try to prevent the smile before deciding 'fuck it', and letting it spread. What on earth had you done to end up with Jeon Jungkook?

Jungkook doesn't wake up even when you stop at Jimin's place, nor when you get out to help Jimin get his stuff out of the back. Even once you've parked in your drive, behind his Mercedes that hadn't moved in two weeks, he was still out. There was even a dark patch on his shirt where he'd drooled, and you snort before shaking his shoulder. It takes a few attempts - Jungkook is legendary for being hard to wake up - but he finally blinks at you bleakly.

It's amazing how he hasn't even been to bed, yet he looks like he's slept for ten hours and isn't aware of what year he's in. It's not his best look, with his sleep-swollen eyes and dried drool, yet you still look at him with love. There's something tender and special about being able to see someone in such a vulnerable state.

"C'mon sleepyhead, we're home."

He groans deeply, stretching his arms as far as he can against the car's ceiling whilst his long legs push against the foot well. You can't even imagine how tired he must feel, and the way he stretches is probably one of those satisfying stretches where every muscle tenses before relaxing in an almost seductive manner.

"Damn, I slept the whole way?" Jungkook asks, twisting his seat to see the empty back seats. Chuckling, you push some of his hair behind his ear before opening your door.

"Yep, you even drooled." Closing the door cuts off his curses, and by the time he's finished frantically wiping his chin and shirt, you've got his suitcase out and waiting. The dull grey sky is probably much more boring than the sun he'd enjoyed in Australia, and the coldness makes him shudder as he follows you inside the house.

For the next hour or two, the two of you enjoy each other's presence once more as you make a spicy chicken stir fry and he gets busy sorting out his laundry. You're not surprised that his most important business after getting home from vacation was to get his clothes cleaned.

By the time you've both finished off the stir fry - with extra helpings for Jungkook as apparently airplane food isn't anything to write home about - and Jungkook has taken a shower to wash off the grime of travelling, his first load of washing is done. You watch in amusement as he sorts everything out, carefully placing clothes on the drying rack that he doesn't want to be put into the dryer. There's no reason for you to be here, in the small utility room watching your fiancé dry clothes of all things, but you missed him.

Jungkook pauses for a moment, and he does nothing for so long that you're concerned he's fallen asleep. Moving over to him, you gently prod his arm and grin as he jolts his head up suddenly. You were half right, as he's rapidly blinking in an attempt to stay awake, even while standing and you smile.

"Alright, come on. You've sorted out your washing, for now, time for bed." He half-heartedly fights it for a second, glancing at the remainder of his washing before he trudged up to your bedroom. You follow, after locking the doors and turning everything off, and are endeared by the sight of him sprawled on the bed. He's half-dressed, only in his boxers and you get to marvel at the sight of him.

Even though he's tired, you can't help the spark of desire that ignites between your legs. It's been three weeks since you've had sex with him, and two of those weeks he hadn't even been here for you to look at. Old videos and photos you'd both made and his new pictures from Australia had been the only thing to keep you going.

But now he was back…half naked on the bed.

You don't realise you've been eyeing him so blatantly until he lets out a tired laugh. The movement makes his abs flex enticingly, leading you to crawl onto the bed with him.

"Eyeing up your prey?" Jungkook teases, one arm over his eyes whilst his free hand moves to squeeze your thigh. Part of you wants to take his hand and press it a little further to the right and up until you have those delightful fingers you love so much press right where you want them.

"Mmm, don't act like you don't like it." You emphasise your words by lightly poking the bulge that has slowly grown in his dark boxers. He might be tired, but one part of him is always willing to rise to the task.

"I always like it, I'm just a bit tired." He says, moving his arm enough until you get to see those big doe eyes staring at you. There's just enough mischief in them that lets you know though he might be tired, he's willing to play.

"Hmm…" Shifting slightly, you grasp the waistband of his boxers and tug. Slowly, they slide down and he lifts his hips slightly to help you, just enough that they pass the perfect muscles of his ass. It takes mere seconds to remove them completely, and you half-heartedly throw them in the direction of his clothes basket.

He's already stiffening nicely, even without any touching, and you simply watch for a moment. Jungkook has a nice dick - you're one of those women who enjoys a nice-looking dick and Jungkook definitely has one. Not so long that he pokes you uncomfortably in the uterus, and not too thick that it means you need to prep every time you want a quickie.

Humming to yourself in appreciation - honestly, what had you done to get such a hunk of a man? - you trace your fingertips over his thighs. Thick muscles twitch under your touch, his skin sensitive and causing him to shiver slightly. The sensations increase as you trail your fingers higher, your nails grazing along his inside thigh with just the right amount of pressure that he lets out a huff of breath.

"Still tired?" You ask an innocence you both know you're not feeling laced into your words and Jungkook grunts. Looking directly into his eyes, and ignoring the delightful expanse of toned need skin on offer, you grin as they narrow.

"I will die if you stop." Jungkook states bluntly, one hand pressed into the bed whilst the other is pushing his hair back. It lets you see how his bicep bulges and you know that he probably kept up his workout routine even in Australia.

"Bit dramatic, don't you think?" You tease, smirking as you trace one finger along the defined muscle that leads from his hip to his thigh. Unable to resist, you lean forward and gently bite the prominent line there and he hisses in response.

"Please just touch me," He grinds out, teeth pressed together. "I've missed you."

Even though he's already said it, and he's naked in front of you, your chest still warms at his words. To be missed by someone as handsome and sweet as Jeon Jungkook was special.

In response, you don't say anything but show your love and feelings by grasping his shaft and squeezing. The gesture instantly causes Jungkook to let out a sigh of relief, and you smirk as his cock twitches ever so slightly in your hand. He's hot beneath your palm, skin smooth and length hard.

Tightening your grip, you jerk him a few times before slowing your movements. Instead of the quick, sharp tugs you'd just given him, you instead tense your hand and stroke his cock in slow, measured glides that twist slightly at the top. It's something he'd taught you, and you know it drives him wild when you mix up the speeds and grips. It might not be enough to get him to come, but it makes him feel good.

"Good?" You ask, checking in with him and feeling smug pride at the way his brow is creased in an expression that straddles pain and pleasure. Jungkook nods quickly, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips before his teeth play with his lip ring.

You continue to stroke him for a minute or so, even going so far as to grip him in two hands and jerk him fast and hard in a way that makes him shout out and half sit up. But as much as you enjoy using your hand on him, you want him in your mouth too.

So you do - moving on the bed until you're in a comfy position and holding his cock straight up. Without saying anything, you suck on the tip of him, engulfing the flared head with ease and letting your tongue play around with what it can reach as you continue to stroke him with one hand from his base to your lips. His thighs tense, and one wandering hand almost grasps your shoulder before falling away to tighten on the bed sheets.

Pulling him out of your mouth, you trail your tongue down the veins of his shaft and back up repeatedly, licking him as eagerly as if he was your favourite ice lolly. The taste of him is unique, and you close your eyes as you lick, kiss and suck along him as he whines and pants out pleads to you.

Letting the tip of him rub along your lips for a moment, you give him a second to recover as you take a deep breath before slipping him into your mouth in one move. Discovering you could deep throat had been a revelation for Jungkook, and you loved the way he lost his mind whenever you did it.

Humming in happiness as taking him whole, your nose being tickled by his public hair as it rubs against his pelvis, you undulate your tongue as best you can. It's not exactly the most attractive thing, but it makes him groan most delightfully.

Swallowing, you let the strong muscles of your throat work the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch in your mouth at the pleasure. You'd smile if you didn't have a mouthful of him, but you scratch your fingernails down his thighs and hum in satisfaction. His thighs shiver, and you watch in satisfaction as his abdominal muscles convulse as he pants out.

Jungkook has always had a fantastic body, with defined abs, thick thighs, strong biceps and jaw-dropping back muscles. There's something extra special about seeing all those muscles tense and shift as you please him, unable to stay still and making him writhe on the bed.

There's a noise that bursts from his mouth as you stroke the underside of his balls. You'd been with men before who didn't like their testicles being touched - men who found it too ticklish or just felt weird about it. Jungkook was all for ball play, and if gave him a blowjob without stroking or fondling them in some way then he'd pout a little. You think he just likes being overstimulated as he loves being edged as well. The more sensation he has, the stronger his orgasm usually was.

Part of you worries that he'll become a bit desensitised to it, so most of the time you won't go as intense. The last thing you want is for him to be unable to orgasm without a million things happening.

But for now…you'd engage in his wants.

One day, you'd try to give him a prostate orgasm. He'd already agreed to try it, but he hadn't yet felt confident enough to let you. You could only imagine how hard he'd cum then.

Another noise leaves him, and you get the sense it's asking for something. He sounds more whiny than usual, and you lift till his cock slips out of your mouth. Grasping the base of him, you stop it from falling against his stomach and instead tap it to your lips.

Each tap results in a kiss to the darkened skin.

"What is it?" You ask, pursing your lips and dragging him across them in a lazy measure. Giving blowjobs is something you enjoy, and you enjoy giving them to Jungkook even more. Apparently, you give the best blowjobs he's ever had, which does wonders for your ego.

Jungkook whines, pressing his palm to his eyes whilst his other hand flounders. It's like he can't decide whether he wants to grasp the bed, your head or himself.

"Use your words." Your own words are teasing, and you playfully lick his cock in short, quick movements. All the while, the hand grasping him moves slowly. He doesn't respond for a moment, so you make a tight circle with your index finger and thumb around him.

Slowly, you drag that circle up his cock and back down. The pressure on him is far more intense than if you just grip him in your fist, and his hips jolt up as a grunt leaves him.

"Fuck, fuck, please. Please." Jungkook moans, his breath catching in his throat as you jerk him off.

"Please…what?" You ask, raising a brow at him as a tiny smile takes over. From an outside perspective, it could be argued that you were dominating him. Neither of you engaged in the BDSM scene, and you didn't particularly care for the labels in your sex life but you did enjoy how whiny he got with you. If people wanted to label that, then fine.

"Please can we fuck? Please? Please, it's been so long." He whines, the syllables of his words extending with his stuttering breath, all of them more high-pitched than his normal voice. It makes you clench your thighs.

"You don't want me to suck you off?" Leaning forward, you circle your tongue around his swollen tip and make a questioning noise.

"No, please. Please, I want to be inside you." Jungkook begs, and you take a moment to sit back. It has been three weeks, what with the two weeks he was in Australia and the week before that when you'd been on your period.

Letting go of his cock, it falls to his stomach before rebounding slightly, trying its hardest to defy physics and reach you again. Pressing down on it, you use the space between your index and middle finger to stroke along the rock-hard muscle that lines the underside of him. Eyeing him, you bite your lip as you squeeze your inner muscles.

You're beyond wet. There's an unbearable ache in your pussy, the muscles tightening on nothing and leaving you desperate for something to fill it. For someone.

"Fuck, okay." You curse, giving in to him with ease. It wasn't a hard choice - your fingers were great and all but you'd missed the feeling of him inside you, on top of you.

Jungkook lets out a victory noise and sits up, the muscles of his abs working intensely in a way that makes your mouth water. He quickly moves onto his knees, and you let him move you into the position he wants.

What he wants is one of your favourites - you on your side, with your leg raised to expose yourself to him. He straddles your other leg, stroking his cock in firm movements that give away his familiarity with what pleases him. His free hand reaches forward and trails through the slick between your legs, fingers parting the swollen flesh there to reveal your needy entrance.

"Fuck." Is all he says, one finger scooping up some of the wetness and using it to thoroughly soak your clit. Your body appreciates it, the feeling of his fingers on your clit much more pleasurable when it's slippery compared to when it's dry. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you shift to watch him.

An unfortunate part of being a larger woman is that you often don't quite get to properly see what Jungkook does to you. Either you can't get into a position that makes it easy to see, or there's some annoying body part in the way. But that's what phones are for, and you've got plenty of videos and photos of him that made the lonely nights more palatable.

Though you can't see his fingers as they play with your clit, you do get to see the intense look of concentration on his face. Jungkook puts 100% effort into everything he does, and the crease between his brows gives away that he's completely focused on your body right now. Even his hand on his dick has slowed, his mind concentrating only on your body.

"Get in me already!" You whine, and it's not lost on you that the tables have turned. The raised brow on Jungkook's face tells you that it's not lost on him either.

"Now who's needy?" Jungkook mumbles, a smirk curving one side of his mouth and you scowl. The toes of the leg resting on his shoulder move to push him, and he laughs as he rocks.

"Alright, alright. One stuffed pussy, coming up."

"That was so cringy, don't say tha-ooh." Your complaint trails off into a breathy moan, the sound high as it catches in your throat. He'd taken the opportunity of your complaining to slide into you in one, firm thrust that has your eyes fluttering closed. Your pussy tightens on him instinctively, and you feel the tiny flutters of involuntary convulsions at the thick intrusion that causes so much pleasure.

"You were saying?" Jungkook asks, leaning over and resting his hands on either side of your head. It's a slightly awkward position, as your raised leg is pushed just a little too far but you ignore it in favour of the delightful sensation of him inside you.

It feels like he's deeper than normal, thanks to your leg being stretched in such a way that it has your pussy open in a way that it normally isn't. The sensations are intense, and that's before you even comprehend the fact that Jungkook's body is almost pressed to you, his mouth pressing open kisses to your shoulder and whatever part of you he can reach.

Before you can say anything, he moves. He doesn't thrust, nor does he pound - no, he rolls his hips into you in slow, precise movements. It's almost more like a dance, like he's grinding against you just with the bonus of his cock deep in you.

Groaning deeply, your arm that isn't pressed beneath your body tries to reach for some part of him. One thing you've learnt, after almost two years together, is that Jeon Jungkook knows how to fuck.

The open position your lower half is in means that your wetness is almost obscene. Already, after only a minute or two, your thighs are soaked as his cock pushes in and slick seeps out. The squelching sound is louder than normal, and you'd feel a bit shy about it if you weren't horny as hell. Plus, one of Jungkook's kinks is trying to figure out how wet he can get you - there have been attempts on his part to get you to squirt, so you know that he's probably more turned on than ever at the way you're soaking him.

"Harder?" Jungkook asks, and you twist slightly to look at him and nod. He's sweating now, and you'll both have another shower after this, but the dark look in his eyes gives away how much he's enjoying this. As if you needed that as proof though - not when he's balls deep in you.

"Fuuck, I've missed this." Moaning out, you push your hips towards him as best you can in your position and are rewarded with a spike of hot pleasure. Giving your shoulder a final kiss, Jungkook pushes up until he's once more knelt on the bed.

A look passes between you both as he grips your thigh with one hand, his other moving to rub at your swollen clit. Jolting at the sensation, you bite your lip and squeeze on his cock. His response is immediate - hips no longer rolling in a sensual dance but instead thrusting in a furious, hard rhythm.

Jungkook slams into you at a fast pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease and rubbing against all the parts that make your body tighten in delight. Skin against skin joins the sloppy sounds as he fucks you hard, taking advantage of his position to use the strength of his thighs and core muscles and the easy access he has to your position to his advantage.

Pushing your head into the pillow, you moan unintelligible words to him as your hand grasps the covers - a deep need to be doing something with your hands. His fingers are rubbing circles into your clit, just the right pressure and movements to have your hips jerking as your body fumbles between trying to seek out the pleasure or avoid it.

"Jungkook…fuck, yes…there, I'm gonna-" You don't get the words out before the pressure centred around your clit finally breaks and molten pleasure cascades out. The effect is immediate - your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him so forcefully that he's almost pushed out of you whilst muscles all over your body spasm - pleasure shorting out your nerves and thoughts.

Long moans drag from your throat, alternating between high-pitched whines and deep grunts as you let yourself go to the orgasm. It's helped along by Jungkook's continued thrusting, his cock pushing through the vice grip you have on him and stroking all the overstimulated nerves in your pussy until you're crying out mercy to him.

The hand holding your thigh tightens suddenly to almost painful levels as Jungkook's entire body stiffens, his muscles more defined than ever as his orgasm ricochets through his body. Over half an hour of edging and three solid weeks since being inside you combine for an orgasm so strong that his mind whites out for a second. His breathing stutters as a high whining moan leaves his mouth, his brow creased in almost painful pleasure whilst his cock twitches inside you, each movement jetting another rope of cum to coat your insides.

For what was probably a solid 30 seconds, though it felt much longer, neither of you move or say a word as you both come back into your minds. His cock milked dry, Jungkook starts to soften in you almost immediately and he visibly deflates with tiredness. He shifts ever so slightly and slips out of you, the loss of him both welcome and unwelcome. You can already feel the thick mess of his release beginning to trickle out of you, but you can't bring yourself to stop it.

Others probably would judge you both for it, but you'd both stopped using any protection around two months ago. It had been Jungkook who'd suggested it first, pointing out that you were going to get married and he'd been excited to have a baby previously. Apparently, it had weighed on his mind that you'd never got that baby, and he'd realised that he very much wanted to be a dad.

You'd been amenable to his thoughts, acknowledging that you'd rather have your first child sooner instead of waiting and potentially risking age-related issues. Not that there was anything wrong with women who had babies later in life, but you were well aware that you had the added risk of your weight.

So you'd both agreed to stop using protection. You wouldn't actively try - none of that tracking your ovulation or putting pressure on yourself - but you wouldn't stop it if it happened. This time, whenever it happened, it would be a choice that you'd both made. A choice that you'd welcome, but for now…you'd enjoy the benefits of having him bare.

Looking at him, you give him a tired smile before reaching out and grasping his hand. Your fingers shake slightly from the orgasm, but you squeeze his fingers affectionately. Despite the lewdness of everything that had just happened, the two of you simply stare at each other with fondness and so much love.

"Love you." You say, voice cracking a little and he gives a crooked smile before kissing your fingers.

"Love you more "

By the time you get out of the shower and reenter the bedroom to put on some pyjamas, you note that Jungkook has fallen asleep already. You'd find it impressive if you didn't know he could fall asleep in an instant, so you're not surprised that between the five minutes since him getting out of the shower and you giving yourself a quick wash, he'd already passed out.

Pulling on some fresh underwear and clean pyjamas, the scent pleasing to your nose against the faint odour of sex still in the air, you observe him quietly. He's near enough on his front, one arm tucked underneath his chest while his free arm rests on the mattress, his chin almost laying on his hand. Wet hair, extra black against the white and grey of the pillowcase, is beginning to dry and you can already are that he's going to have some wild bed hair in the morning.

Grinning and climbing into bed beside him, you take a moment to plug in your phone and apply a lip sleeping mask before turning off the light. Throughout all your shuffling as you wiggle down the bed, Jungkook doesn't even twitch and you wonder just how long he's going to sleep after a long flight and intense sex.

Moving over to where you can see his form against the darkness, you rest your cheek on his shoulder and lay your free arm over his slim waist. A quiet sound rumbles in his chest, neither a groan nor a moan of acknowledgement.

Pressing your nose to his shirt, you take in the scent of the man you love so deeply and sigh happily.

He's back home.

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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cruel summer, lover ─── a pillow in between.

masterlist. playlist.

✰ pairing — non-idol!lee know x fem!reader (with she/her as pronouns)

✰ genre — enemies to lovers trope, stuck together, romance, slight angst and humor, smut.

✰ warnings — profanity, kissing, explicit sexual content, soft dom!minho, unprotected sex, nipple/breast play, pet names, aftercare?? slight degrading, mentions of alcohol and clubbing, minors dni. lmk if i missed smth, not proofread.

✰ word count — 7.2k +

✰ songs that was used for inspiration — cruel summer by taylor swift, cool for the summer by demi lovato, wish you were sober by conan gray, know me too well by new hope club ft. danna paola and angel baby by troye sivan

REBLOGGING AND LEAVING A FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED. NSFW CONTENTS UNDER THE CUT. mdni.

“Honestly, I wouldn't date you!”

“The same goes with you!”

“Don't waste such a fucking handsome lad like me Y/n”

“Can I be honest?”

“Go ahead,”

“Fuck you! You. Are. Not. My. Type.”

It started during high school and continued until the last year of college, it was always been you and Minho. Never a dull moment when you two started bickering, a comedic show that your friends enjoy. Profanity and bad gestures, death glares, and fuming faces, everyone got used to it. Anytime, anywhere, whenever you and Minho crossed paths, nothing changes. But everything needs to be put to a stop at the end, yet, it happened in an unusual way, or so you thought.

The fresh color blue welcomed your eyes as you glance at the window. Clouds were so white and thick, the sea waves were barely visible down below, it was the start of your summer. Loud noises from the plane’s engine died down the moment it landed on the runway and the hint of excitement on your face cannot hide it anymore. A vacation is all that matters right now, after a hectic week of spring classes, the university finally gave the cue for a break. Two weeks were settled, and a week will be spent at Jeju.

Your footsteps were heard as you make your way to the arrivals area dragging your suitcase and your backpack resting at the top. The fresh air swayed with your hair as the gentle sunlight illuminates the magnificent exterior. It made you smile and decided to take a few pictures for documentation, some would be useful for Instagram stories. The camera focus had to go sideways to execute a short video, but your brows knitted against each other when a familiar figure shows up out of nowhere. It was a prompt to end the filming as your hands fell, eyes focused on the person. Minho.

He was wearing an oversized black t-shirt, baby blue loose jeans, and white shoes, his purple locks falling above his eyes, one backpack strap hanging on his shoulder, and a black suitcase standing beside him. Minho looks so fucking good with it, but it can't hide that menace personality of his. Is he leaving or did he just arrive? What the fuck is he doing here anyway? You thought and he felt someone was staring at him as he was busy with his phone. His eyes immediately searched the area and landed on you. A smirk was formed on his lips, it’s been quite a while since the last time he saw you and still felt the same feelings. Hate.

“What are you staring at?” He asked.

“An asshole,” You snapped which made him laugh halfheartedly. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“You never changed Y/n, tsk,” He said shaking his head. “I’m here for a vacation, and you?”

“Likewise, but I hope not to see you around,” You roll your eyes as the smirk never left his face, shoving his phone inside the pocket of his jeans.

“Me either you nincompoop,” He said as his smile faded, breaking the gaze.

You roll your eyes again and waited for a taxi to come by wishing to disappear immediately. It was a fair afternoon, you promised to make yourself stress-free for the whole trip and sleep in the hotel when you arrive, but things doesn’t seem to go in your way when Minho pushed himself inside the taxi you waved your hand for.

“Thanks for the ride love,” He smirked before leaving making you groan in frustration.

“I hate that asshole,” You sighed in response and got another taxi instead.

Closing your eyes, you tried to manipulate a comfortable atmosphere after being pestered by someone you hate. Years have already passed yet you still felt the same way the moment you met him during high school. He was another usual student, you thought, he was always quiet and cold except when he was with his friends which became your circle of friends as well. Minho was warm inside when he gets sincere, but not everyone melts his heart, that includes you. It was strange, you didn’t know exactly why, but because he treats you that way, you learned to act like him. Even regretted that bright smile you gave him the first time you met when only a face of judgment was plastered all over his face as a response.

Scoffing at the thought, you opened your eyes to enjoy the scenery outside. The thoughts of Minho would ruin your vacation, all you need is space and alone time. It was a hotel where Chan used to tell stories about, a real estate that his aunt owns somewhere in Jeju. A week's vacation in their hotel just beside a fancy beach, the nightclub is open every Thursday 'til Saturday, two swimming pools, one on the ground floor and one on the rooftop, and free access to breakfast and spa. You were all hyped up when he said he would try to make a reservation for you. He’s the type to keep his promises and gave you details a week later. Everything was settled and you were going to stay there for a week, with a minimum fee after his aunt decided to give a discount out of nowhere. It was a bit strange.

A sigh escaped from your lips, glancing at the front. Minho’s taxi was just ahead of you, taking the same direction as to where you were heading to. The hotel was already in sight, the view of the blue waters kilometers away shines after a short while on the road. Rays of Sunshine made sparkles, and birds fly high above it. It was nature friendly, and the excitement riles up from the minimum, but the sight of Minho getting off at the same destination tried to fade that smile of yours. Why is he taking the same hotel when there are other hotels around? It was reasonable enough that Chan must’ve mentioned it to him, all you just hoped is not having the same floor.

You paid for the ride and took off, Minho was heading to the front desk as you followed him from behind. The interior of the hotel was even fancier than the brochure. White walls and baby blue curtains, high ceilings with a magnificent chandelier in the middle, statues of angels, different types of flowers enveloped the entrance to the pathway, grand stairs, and doric columns, your eyes sparkled at the sight. Too immersed in the view, you didn’t notice his figure ahead and stumbled upon his back, breaking your fantasy with a grunt from him.

“Are you following me?” He asked acting scared the shit out of his dear life the moment he laid his eyes on you.

“Don’t set your high hopes on me, the last thing I want to do is to get involved with you,” You snapped as he rolled his eyes.

“Sure, whatever,” He said as he started talking to the staff. “Room reservation under Lee Minho please,”

You roll your eyes in response as you waited at the back. Crossing your arms, you went back to admiring the interior again. An aesthetically pleasing view for an architect major like you, but waiting for him to finish his reservation talk leads to impatience.

“I’m sorry but I only reserved it for myself, I didn’t put any names in the application form.” He said as that caught your attention.

“But it indicates from the form that the hotel website received is you’re with Ms. (y/l/n) (y/f/n).” The staff said which made both of your eyes widen in shock.

“Excuse me?” You asked, getting in between the conversation. The staff’s eyes landed on you as they smiled at you. “I heard my name, what’s this all about?”

“Can I have your IDs please?” They asked.

“Why would I room with someone I don’t like?” Minho asked as you took out your identification card from your wallet.

“The same goes with me, I asked Chan to make me a reservation,” You snapped, giving it to the staff.

“Good for you, I applied myself alone,” Minho sighed in frustration. “How did this happen?” He added, handing his ID.

“The form was from you Mr. Lee since it is your email that was used, Ms. (y/l/n)’s name is also being indicated during the application,” The staff answered, showing the monitor of their computer. You leaned closer to read, you never filled anything since Chan said he got your back. Minho was also complacent about the form he submitted.

“I didn’t type her name on it,” Minho defended.

“This is already reserved and you even paid for it, if you wish to have separate rooms, we cannot give you a vacant one as of the moment because we are packed,” The staff explained, as you had to reread everything from the top to bottom.

“I think Chan messed up my reservation,” You said, gaining back your composure with a palm on the forehead for getting a headache, unable to process everything.

“No, he messed up MY reservation,” Minho hissed underneath his breath.

“How so?” You asked as he glared at you.

“I was filling up the form using his laptop saying he’d be the one to submit it to the site, he paid half because it is his aunt’s fucking hotel, he probably typed your name under the ‘other guest’ list, fuck it,” He said when you facepalm and reached for you phone to type his number.

“It will be a waste if you don’t take it, this reservation is up for the whole week,” The staff added.

“Can you just give us a refund?” Minho asked

“I’m sorry Sir, but as per the hotel’s policy, we strictly don’t offer refunds,”

Minho sighed harshly trying not to lose it, he rested his forehead on the desk grabbing his hair in frustration. Chan wasn’t picking up his phone and it’s driving you nuts as well, you were doubtful that the money he asked from you was half of the payment for the reservation. The staff was also acting a little bit weird as per your senses but that wasn’t the issue. Going to be roommates with Minho is like living in hell, you were already living a hellish life on land, how much more like it to be with him. The one you hate the most is going to be stuck with you the whole week.

“Fine, we’ll take it,” He said after a few moments of silence.

“What?” You asked, being bewildered. “I can’t just spend an entire week with you?”

“Babe, if you don’t want it, you can leave, I will have it all for myself, even the money you paid, it’s not a big deal,” He smirked.

“That’s not fair,” You scoffed.

The staff was right as you would agree, it would be a waste of money and opportunity to reject a vacation. You can survive a week with him, just focus on your routines, you thought. It is a rare experience to come to Jeju and enjoy the company, except for the man standing beside you.

“It’s not fair, I know, but up to you,” He shrugged. “Give me the keys and room number please,” He smiled at the staff, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Have a wonderful stay Sir,” The staff smiled at him and offered the keycard with the room number with it. He fled for the elevator as you stayed with the staff. Thoughts running across your mind, filling in with a debate whether to pursue him or not. Your next flight for the round trip is scheduled for next week and looking for a hotel after dark would be a struggle. His figure started to fade from your sight making you contemplate a decision.

“Fuck, fine, I’ll go,” You said. “Do you have extra keycards?” You asked the staff who was watching the two of you.

“I gave him two just in case you’d change your mind,” They smiled as another sigh escaped from your lips and ran to catch him.

“Minho!” You called as you enter the elevator.

“Have a romantic stay you two!” The staff teased as both of your figures vanished in their sight by the time the doors closed. You heard it loud and clear, but Minho just laughed it out, while you were not pleased.

“Hello you,” He smirked. “What made you change your mind?”

“None of your business, give me the other keycard.” You said as he gave you the other one.

Snatching it away from his hand, the boy just laughed at your frustration. He loves seeing you suffer in some ways. The hotel was 25 floors high, and your room is on the 19th floor. A long ride in the elevator made the atmosphere awkward. Minho became quiet after the small talk, tightening his grip on the handle of his suitcase as you stood beside him, staring at your reflection by the door, aimlessly.

You followed him outside as he lead you to the room.

“I can’t believe I’m spending an entire week with you,” You sighed in disappointment.

“Your loss if you won’t,” He said giving you his usual smile but it was teasing you. A sound was heard from the door indicating its opened. Minho slipped a card inside the hotel card switch and opened the lights only to make you more annoyed.

“It’s not losing–only one bed?!” You exclaimed the moment you saw the extension of the interior which made him drag his attention to you.

“What are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes landed solely on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. “Oh, fuck,” He hissed, closing his eyes in frustration.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” You said, taking your luggage and proceeding to the closet to have your things placed.

“You don’t want to share the bed with me and cuddle?” He smirked.

“No, fuck you!” You snapped at him.

“Sure, I’ll fuck you hard then,” He said still carrying that teasing smile of his as you smacked his arm.

“I hate you so much, just wait until the week is over I’m not going to see you again! Ever!” You exclaimed at him.

“Likewise, but don’t sleep on the bed, it’s uncomfortable, just put a pillow in between us or whatever, I’m using the bathroom,” He said, leaving his things unattendedーgoing away. You just stood there in front of the closet, clothes rested in your hands, sighing at the thought.

“It’s a cruel summer indeed,”

Night fell, and you decided to leave the room to take a stroll down to the swimming pool on the ground floor as Minho took the whole room by himself to sleep. It was a tiring day for you, disaster followed. But despite the tragedy, it can’t break the fact that the place is ethereal, minus your unexpected roommate. Your footsteps just encircled the pool, walking around made you at peace, especially when it was the evening. The moon was high and bright as it reflected the blue waters of the pool. It caught your attention, a beautiful distraction from exhaustion.

You decided to sit down, soaking your legs in the cold blue liquid. Lights flashed gently and the sounds of them became more relaxing. It was peaceful without your phone. Minho had to struggle waking up from his deep slumber after it blasted your weird ringtone, a chorus of a song. An irritated groan escaped from his lips as his hands searched for the noisy device at the side table. No luck, he sat up with messy hair, drowsy eyes, and a hint of annoyance to find your phone.

“Damn, Y/n, why did you leave it here?!” He hissed, snatching your phone laying on the other side of the bed. His eyes scanned the screen only to find out Chan was calling you. “Fuck, you finally showed up.” He grumbled, swiping the answer button.

“Hello?” Chan’s voice echoed.

“Eyy~ what’s up? I know that you did us dirty,” Minho's voice was heard making Chan laugh.

“Ya, why do you have Y/n’s phone? I was going to apologize for not taking their calls this afternoon,” Chan answered as Minho smirked in response.

“She went out without her phone,” He sighed. “I’m sharing a room and a bed with her, thanks a lot.” But Chan only laughed even harder. “Does this seem funny to you?”

“I’m sorry,” Chan’s laugh faded.

“Yeah, whatever, if you’re looking for her then call her later. I’m in our room and I don’t know where she went, too dumb to leave her phone. I don’t care anymore, I–” Minho said but was cut off when Chan sighed at the end of the line.

“Look, I didn’t do this to make your relationship grow even worse. It’s been a while since high school Minho, makeup with Y/n,” Chan said.

“Why should I?” Minho said, firmly holding your phone pressed against his ear. “She doesn’t like me, she hates me.”

“You said you feel different, why are you acting like this?” Chan asked. “This is the only way I can help you two, I can’t have you hate each other for life, Minho.” The latter fell into silence after that, closing his eyes, he took a deep sigh, licked his lips, and took a glance at the empty side of the bed with a book you read an hour ago left unattended.

“I’ll tell her that you called when she comes back, good night hyung,” Minho said changing the subject before dropping the call. Chan wasn’t able to say something, the younger one’s heart was too hard to manipulate.

Minho’s back pressed against the mattress, hands covering his face before a sigh came out of his mouth. He stared at the while ceiling before glancing at your phone’s screen. It was a picture of you, so beautiful even if you were just wearing your pajamas with an oversized white shirt, smiling at the camera. It made his heart beat but he couldn’t bear the fact that he hates how he feels, and how you feel towards him. Hate, it was all hate.

It started as a joke during your junior year of high school. He loves being a menace, but his joke was taken too seriously that it hurt his feelings. You didn’t like him as much as he didn’t like you, but Minho did have a soft spot for the people he cared for. He lied a few times, not everyone melts his heart, he said, you made it pound. A moment that rarely comes, the feeling he longed for.

“Honestly, I wouldn't date you!” That was the one he said, a joke that wanted to annoy the hell out of you. A way of taking your attention, a coping mechanism from the hurtful truth that you won’t ever return how much he feels for you.

“The same goes with you!” A response that he thought was just the usual answer to an insult.

“Don't waste such a fucking handsome lad like me Y/n” A teasing backfire that he half-meant.

“Can I be honest?”

“Go ahead,”

“Fuck you! You. Are. Not. My. Type.” It felt like a dagger pierced his chest.

It was so vivid, a memory he had a few years ago still chases him. A matter of his heart that he couldn’t take it off of his body. He tried to sympathize and leave it behind after graduation but college drew him back when he knew you were attending the same university. Fate exists, but it’s not for everyone. The thought of it was childish, a simple scenario that some experience in their lives, but he’s beating himself because of it. Even the hating game pursues, he couldn’t get the shit out of loving you. Everyone knew, except you, Chan already made a move but he won’t budge, a headstrong young lad can’t get out of the verge of moving on and made a resort of hating you as a cover of pain.

Minho left the bed to change his clothes and wore his perfume and an Apple watch. He won’t be able to sleep again. The thought of you would mess it up, thanks to Chan as well. That was the time you came back from outside. The door opened gently, revealing the guy who was wearing a black long-sleeved oversized polo with a white shirt inside, and black pants, his piercings were matching, a cross hanging on the right side, he was so handsome. Your eyes had to check the fit, one that would make you fall on the floor never denied he is good-looking.

“Are you done checking me out?” He asked, gaining back your attention to his face.

“You wish,” You retorted. “Where are you going?”

“Clubbing,” He said. “By the way, Chan hyung called on your phone, call him back,”

“You used my phone without permission?” You asked, knitting your brows.

“Your phone was fucking loud, it woke me up,” He snapped. “And that annoying ringtone of yours. Anyway, I’m leaving, call me when you feel lonely,” He added with a wink and left you scoffing in response.

“What the hell was that?” You asked shaking your head before storming inside the room.

It was delicate to spend your time alone, no Minho pestering you around, the pool was good from earlier and the comfort of the novel you were reading at the moment was endearing. A dream vacation you always thought about but you knew this peace will end up pretty soon. Quiet and solemn, a night of deep thoughts. Chan engaged in a conversation and apologized throughout the call, saying he’d make it up to you when both you and Minho get back. Never mentioned anything about what he told the latter. It was good, can’t change what is going on and accepted your fate. A week with him wouldn’t be so bad, you wish.

1 am, the book was down to its last page. No book to read anymore, sucks to bring only one. You couldn’t sleep even when you were so exhausted from all that had happened. Minho was still on the rooftop, unknown what time would he want to come back. You stood up from the window seat, wanting to get a rest but speaking of the devil, he managed to get in time, drunk when he scanned the keycard on the lock. He couldn’t even stand straight and walk properly.

“Y/n~~” He cooed as you rushed towards him.

“What took you so long?” You asked, assisting him to the bed, an arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist for support. “It’s so late,”

“Come on, it’s not every day I can go out clubbing!” He whined.

“Still, you’re wasted,” You said making him sit on the bed but his body fell on the mattress, taking off his shoes, and tossing them on the floor.

“Live a life,” He said and went unconscious. A sigh escaped your lips as you tucked him in. The smell of his perfume and alcohol made it intoxicating, it was strong but bearable enough to avoid sinful thoughts. You sat down beside him, staring at his peaceful figure and fixing the messy bangs that cover his eyes.

“I like you better when you’re sleeping, I hate it when you’re awake just to make fun of me,” You whisper as you caress his purple locks. He hums in response to your touch, it was comforting but he was unaware of it.

“Hmm, why do you hate me so much Y/n?” You stayed silent as he talk in his sleep. Something unexpected for him to say. “I like you so much that it hurts me until now…”

Eyes still on him, frozen on your seat, contemplating what to do in response. It was so out of the blue but your lips meet his forehead. A sweet gesture of feelings you hid to illuminate the hate. Minho liked you for so long, but the hating phase brought you here, confused. You wanted to wake up without the memory of this one. Heart pounding crazily, you wanted it to stop. A smile forehead kiss didn’t help you, but it was effective for him to fall into a deep slumber.

Trying to brush off the thought, your hand reached for a pillow and placed it between you and Minho. The empty side of the bed was yours as you lay down, taking half of the duvet to doze off. Everything will be forgotten in the morning, you hoped.

Rays of sunshine through the transparent window as it peeks into the small gap of the curtains and a hint of wind blows with it. You were still fast asleep and Minho shifted his position, dazed at how he ended up here. He felt the pillow beside him and saw your sleeping figure next to it facing his direction. His cold stare and knitted brows faded, you were beautiful as always as his hand wanted to reach out to touch your cheek but he had to hold himself together. Only a gentle sigh escaped from his lips, taking his time to get out of the bed carefully.

You felt his movements and heard the bathroom door open and closed. The first whole day spent with him and being stuck together is full of surprises. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, it was past 10, how could I sleep so much? Slapping yourself back to reality, it was pretty late for breakfast, Minho was hoarding the bathroom and you got impatient. A sigh escaped your lips as you waited for him, the scene from last night suddenly appeared in your mind. It wasn't an offense, rather it was sweet–wishing Minho was sober when he said that. You shake your head with a disappointed smile on your face, it’s not the time to think about it that way. A mistake.

He left the bathroom 30 minutes later. He was all dressed up for the day but his purple locks were still wet as the water dripped down from his bangs to his forehead. A towel in his hand, trying to dry them off, you just stared at him. Contemplating on inviting him to eat, you hoped he wouldn't react dramatically. He was busy anyway.

“Say, do you want to get brunch together?” You asked, finally. He stopped drying his hair, tossed the towel over his shoulder, and grabbed his hair product.

“Did something happen to you? It’s a miracle you’d invite me to eat with you,” He said, styling his hair as you roll your eyes.

“You can say no if you don’t want to, I can manage to go alone,” You retorted which made him chuckle.

“I wasn’t going to refuse,” He said. “It’s your turn to use the bathroom,”

“Thanks,” You said quietly and stood from the bed, taking your way to the bathroom. But there he goes again, the intoxicating smell of his, but this was more fragrant than last night. You smirked at yourself closing the door behind you, it was dumb to play it cool when you literally have something going on. It was driving you nuts, the smell, his way of fashion, that handsome face of his, not to mention the book you were reading was about enemies to lovers trope. “When’s this vacation going to end?”

You and Minho ended up at the restaurant up to the 22nd floor, food on the table as you sit across from each other. It was fancy, everything was to your liking, except for the awkward atmosphere you were having with him. Silence enveloped the both of you, only the murmurs of audible conversations of the other people and the banging of utensils to the dishes were heard. You were too shy to say something, and Minho seems too busy with his food to give a shit.

“Do you have something to do today?” Minho asked not taking his eyes off the steak.

“What?” You asked back, looking at him.

“I asked if you’re going to do something today,” He repeated meeting your gaze with his cold eyes.

“Nothing, really,” You answered quietly. “And you?”

“No idea, probably go clubbing again later,” He said as you sighed in response.

“Since when did you like clubbing?” You asked again, as he drink his glass of sparkling water.

“Since the moment you said I’m not your type,” He smirked leaving you dumbfounded. “I’m done with the meal, see you around,” He added wiping his lips and taking his dishes to take off.

Another sigh escaped your lips after his figure vanished into thin air, it took you a while to leave the place to space out. He’s really unbelievable, avoiding you and being rude, a menace to have your heart pound so suddenly. You weren’t expecting to feel it, but one more confession from him will make you lose it. You thought he hated you so much the first time, you thought he just acted that way because he doesn’t like everything about you, yet it wasn’t always like that. You didn’t know, you don’t know anything.

Night fell and Minho is up to the club again as you stroll by the beach alone. You could see the dancing lights on from the hotel’s rooftop. It was beautiful, how much more when you were in it. But you dislike clubbing, getting in once made you regret it. Being drunk is not your thing, even the smell of alcohol and the suffocating crowd. Minho knows that, and you know he’s not the type to go clubbing. He lied about it, saying he wasn’t your type was done years ago. It became a blur but it was clear for him to remember.

You tried to brush off everything and walk peacefully by the shore, but the lights coming from the top of the building keeps bothering you, and the thought of Minho getting drunk again is something to be your concern. A frustrated grunt escaped your lips as you drag yourself back to the room. A black dress that falls above the knee was reserved for a fancy occasion, it has thin straps and fitting, that shows the beautiful form of your body. Black high heels and silver earrings, pink lipstick, and hair that falls naturally, it’s been a quite while since the last time you dressed up like this.

It wasn’t the best feeling, but you managed to pull it off. You loved how you look but this won’t last long, you needed to drag him out of that place or stop him from getting drunk again. The lights welcomed you when the elevator’s door opened, the loud music was banging inside your ears, walking through the crowd as you look for him. The intoxicating smell of mixed alcohol, perfume, and smoke makes you want to vomit, you hated it so much. But why do if it’s Minho, you didn’t feel anything? You made your way through a bunch of laughing and drinking groups of people. Some of them were already making out on the couch, a few were bold enough to find a private place to have sex, it wasn’t new.

“Hi, are you alone?” A stranger asked who suddenly appeared in front of you.

“What?” You asked again because of the loud music.

“I asked if you’re alone,” The stranger smirked. “Do you want to spend time with me?” It added, dragging themself closer to you.

“Fuck off! She’s with me,” Someone said wrapping their arm around your shoulder glaring at the stranger, pulling you away. It was Minho, with a glass of strong liquor in a hand. “What are you doing here?” He asked, taking it all in one gulp.

“I wanted to see your place,” You said rolling your eyes. “And how many glasses did you take already?” You asked again taking the glass off his hand and placing it back on the counter.

“Hmm, I don’t know, 8?” He laughed as he made you sit with him by the counter. “I thought you hate the club?”

“I got bored in the hotel room, and don’t worry I’m not going to stay longer if you don’t like me in here,” You retorted, ordering the same alcoholic beverage as you crossed your arms.

“I’m not complaining,” He said tossing his hands up in the air for surrender.

“Whatever floats your boat, Lee Minho,” You forced a smile before the bartender could hand your drink. The boy just scoffed, not getting that dumb smile off of his face. He was tipsy, for now, one that gives hint for you to be worried. You just didn’t want him to be alone in a place like this, you didn’t know what caused the spark.

You fell into silence as you drink while he takes everything in one gulp, “Hey, don’t drink recklessly!”

“I’m just enjoying my time, Y/n,” He said with a hic in between.

“Stop it right there,” You retorted when he took another shot. “Fuck it, Minho,” You added taking the glass off his hand, asking the bartender not to take orders from him again. He was left dumbfounded and that’s when the time someone approached him. A pretty girl who was probably the same age as you. Minho noticed them and smirked.

“Hey there,” He said wrapping his arm around their waist.

“Oh my gosh, no,” You muttered to yourself the moment you heard it. The girl was flirting with him and you could see that dumb smile on his face, not leaving it. You fell into disgust, one that sparked something inside you to move. Jealousy.

He was flirting back, rubbing his hands on their waist as they talk about something you can’t relate to. It was like a meter of distance when you walked towards him, crashing your lips on his to push the girl away. He couldn’t believe it, and neither do you. It made his heart pound, and the other one left in disgust. Minho kissed your lips back, pulling you closer to sit on his lap. That wasn’t part of the plan, you couldn’t stop either way. His lips tasted the same as the liquor, strong and sweet at the same time. An intoxicating addiction that came out of nowhere.

Your tongue collided with his as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He’s definitely drunk and you were sober, but you’re acting like a drunk. His hand placed on your thigh drawing small circles that caused you to stop, and locked eyes with him. Cheeks started to turn red, a fluttering moment of blooming love confession. A subtle description of how much he loved it and you wanted more. It was stupid at first, but the taste of his lips made it different. His eyes fell on your lips, it was pink and luscious as your lipgloss tinted his own.

“I’m sorry,” You said.

“Why did you stop?” He asked eyes turning dark.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” You asked, being embarrassed when you realized you were on his lap. “I’m getting off now,” You added and was about to stand up when he pulled you back.

“No,” He said. “You should know how much I’ve been waiting for this,”

You bit your lower lip as you kissed him again, Minho hummed in response as he pulled you closer again. His hand rested on one side of your cheek as the other one supported your back. Your fingers played with his purple locks, giving him licking kisses. He smirked in between them, a teasing bite of your lips made you whine, and heavy breaths followed as his hand started caressing your thigh again. His lips traveled down to your neck, leaving wet kisses as you throw your head back with a mewl coming out from your mouth. He didn’t want to stop, all he wanted was to do you right now. But not without your permission of course, yet, he wanted you so badly.

His lips reached on your collarbone, slowly sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulder. You knew where is this going, intimate. “You smell so good, I want to taste you,”

“Not here,” You answered, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Do you want it?” He asked playing with your hair.

“Please?” You pleaded when his stare turned even darker, full of lust as an evil smirk formed on his lips.

“Fuck,” He chuckled. “I’m going to make you feel good baby girl,”

You didn’t realize how fast everything was moving until you reached your room, with Minho locking the door behind him. His lips got impatient that they met yours the moment he pinned you up against the wall. Your hands hurried to take off his coat, lips didn’t leave each other as they molded to share torrid kisses. His hands started to squeeze your ass to pull you even closer as his lips fell back on your neck again, earning a moan from you.

“Fuck,” He hissed, biting your neck and licked the mark. You tried managed to take off your heels in a hurry as unbuckled his belt, tossing them on the sides not caring where they went. His body pressed your figure hard against the wall, fingers played with the straps of your dress until they became undone, and slipped them off to show your chest. “So beautiful,” He said before taking your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and nipping the skin.

“Shit! Ohーfuck!” You shivered under his touch. It was already driving you crazy enough to let out a sinful sound. He left your nipple wet with his saliva before turning to the other one, sucking it and twirling his tongue around. A hand slipped between your thigh feeling the wetness of your clothed core, he bit your nipple in response.

“You’re so wet for me doll,” He said as his lips brushed against yours.

“Take everything off,” You retorted, kissing him again. Minho slipped your dress off of you as it fell unattended on the floor with his pants and black shirt. He carried you all the way towards the bed, not breaking the sloppy kisses you’ve shared. You felt your back encounter the soft mattress as he hovered above you. His kisses traveled down from your lips to your jaw, back on the neck where his bite screamed red, licking the valley of your breast and leaving wet kisses on your stomach, until he reached the hem of your panties, dragging it off of your legs being welcomed by your wetness.

“Spread it for me, love,”

Your legs parted their own, unable to think straight, you just wanted to get railed by him as he took off the last piece of clothing he had before pressing the tip of his cock against your clit. Brows knitted together as you watch him driving you crazy, and you rubbed your wetness on it. He leaned closer to you, hand squeezing your boob before sliding himself inside slowly which made you let out a beautiful sinful sound that was so good in his ears. Eyes rolled back as he held both of your hands, pressing them together above your head and intertwining your fingers together. He kissed your forehead before pressing an intimate kiss on your lips before thrusting himself inside you.

It was sweet, his gestures made your heart pound, his actions driving you crazy as you tightened the grip on his hands. Minho picked up his fast pace as you moaned against his lips. Heavy breathing accompanied the sensual moment, he made sure to be gentle as ever. He didn't want to ruin the first time does it with you. You were so small below him, a moaning mess yet so beautiful to watch when you say his name when he gets faster. His member tightens your walls, sucking it deeper as he goes in and out. You couldn't think straight anymore, he loves the sound you make, he loves the sight of you being a mess. Everything about you, he waited for so long, he wouldn't let this moment slip. Sober or not, both of you wanted it the moment you kissed him in the rooftop club.

His lips met your nipple again as he started to suck and nip the skin. Your hands finally free from his grip as the other one played with your other breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple as your finger dug deeper on his back, scratching them in response to his pace. He went faster than before and made you scream his name, his lips never left your breast, he loves them so much. Tears started to form in your eyes as you reached your high. Minho was proud, he doesn't want to stop fucking you.

“Baby, I’m close… fuck!” You whined under him.

“Shhh,” He said, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before allowing you both to release. You were breathing heavily as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging him.

“Are you okay?” You asked, playing with his purple locks.

“Hmm,” He hummed in response. “Do you still hate me?”

“You made me hate you,” Minho locked eyes with you as he smiled softly, kissing your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” He said, disappointment surfacing in his eyes. “Do you want to wash up? I’m sorry I dragged you into this, I–” But he was cut off when you kissed him again.

“Don’t say it,” You said. “I’m sorry that I hated you so much before, I just didn’t know why you didn't like me the first time.”

“That was my fault, I wish I told you sooner that I–”

“You like me?” You smiled. “You were drunk when you said it,”

“Shit,” Minho laughed and went back to bury his face again on your neck. “I’m embarrassed,”

“It’s not embarrassing when I feel the same way, but I do,” You said as he looked at you again before giving a prolonged kiss on your lips. “I love you,” You inserted in between the kiss.

“I love you too, don’t hate me again okay?” He chuckled before pulling away.

“Why would I when I already told you that I love you?” You laughed in response when he just shrugged.

“Let’s wash up now, yes?” He said leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Hmm,” You hummed as he carried you in bridal style, leading to the bathroom’s bathtub. A rose-scented bubble bath with a few candles being lit up was so relaxing. Minho went in first as you sat with your back against him. His arms wrapped around you, with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Do you want to tell the boys about this?”

“I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you and me,” He said, kissing your bare shoulder. “We’ll tell them when we get back, okay? I want to spend the rest of the week quietly with you.”

You felt his lips on the side of your head as you looked at him with a smile, “Just the two of us for the rest of the week?”

“No one else,” He smiled before capturing your lips again.

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince

—02. over the ocean call —word count: 6.1k —warnings: language, sexual innuendos —a/n: don't get used to this update schedule my loves. school starts back up again on monday.

In late October, the sunrise is perfectly timed to be at it’s blandest point during Chris’ morning commute. 7:35am, and the sun painted the sky shades of pink and orange and yellow half an hour ago while Chris was curling her hair. Now, it’s not dark, but it’s definitely not light, either. More of a blue hue covering the entire state, painting the parking lot with the emotions of a sleepy Monday morning. For the first time since she landed back home, Chris is feeling the exhaustion of the weekend.

She piles the bags onto her shoulder–a Jansport backpack and an Earth Day tote she’d been gifted by a student just before summer break last year. In one hand, she’s got a tangle of lanyards, one with her classroom keys and school ID, another with her car and house keys. In the other hand, an oversized travel coffee mug; one that made the morning commute perched between her legs because it’s too big for the cup holders in her car.

She scans her badge at the office door, greets the secretaries while rummaging through her mailbox, ducks her head into the principal’s office with a single warning knock. He’s not in yet. Her keys jangle and the heels of her booties echo the entire length of the quiet hallway to her classroom. She unlatches the door with her elbow, opens it with her hip and flicks on the lights. The room still smells like shaving cream from the spelling activity she’d left for the substitute on Friday.

In the time it takes her to boot up her computer and answer some missed emails from the weekend, she finishes what’s left of her coffee and heads to the teacher’s lounge to brew another cup. On her way back, she swings by the cafeteria.

Forty-percent of the district live below the state poverty line and qualify for free and reduced lunch. The lunch ladies are hard at work getting ready to start serving some hungry kiddos. All of the teachers in the district are allowed to eat breakfast and lunch as provided by the cafeteria, and even though Chris already ate breakfast, she snags a full tray–mini pancakes, syrup, a hashbrown, a clementine, and a carton of strawberry milk–and takes it back to her classroom.

Chris has one student, Quinn, whose family can’t afford reduced lunch prices but also won’t request for Quinn to qualify for the free lunch. She thinks it’s an ego thing, that Quinn’s mom just isn’t able to accept that the family needs help. It’s a single parent household and the mom works two full-time jobs to try and make ends meet. After a newsletter was sent home in need of parent signatures at the beginning of the year and returned with Mama written in sloppy green crayon, Chris learned that Quinn was living a relatively self-sufficient life. As self-sufficient as a five-year-old can be.

Chris sets the styrofoam tray down on the table in the front of the room and starts to get the place ready for students; she starts pulling down chairs, cleaning up the classroom library, updating the calendar on the white board and re-organizing the magnetic daily schedule. Normally she’d have a lot of this done before leaving the day before, but since there was a sub, nothing was done before locking the room up for the weekend.

At eight-twenty, Quinn knocks on the open door and trudges in with a backpack that’s half the size of her. “Hi, Miss Elliott,” she says through a yawn, plopping herself into the chair in front of the breakfast tray and digging in.

“Hi, Quinnie,” Chris smiles from her computer. Quinn relays that she missed Chris very much, a lot while she was gone on Friday and Chris’ smile grows. “I missed you, too. Did Mrs. Bliss do your hair up all nice?” She asks.

Quinn nods around her spork, around a mouthful of mini-pancake. “She did a braid,” she mumbles.

“You love braids!” Chris says, opens the bottom drawer of her desk and starts pulling out hair products. Quinn gives her a thumbs up as a confirmation of the braid love.

She spends the next fifteen minutes brushing through Quinn’s tangled hair. Mondays are always the worst because Quinn has all weekend to get it knotted up. She settles for a ponytail, braids the strands after it’s all smoothed out and puts a pink bow at the base of the pony. After they’re both finished–Chris with the hair and Quinn with the breakfast–the kindergartener heads back to the gymnasium to wait with the rest of her classmates.

She puts some final morning touches on the classroom before she goes to collect the kids and start the day, and like most Monday mornings around Robinson, time seems to move backwards. By the time she drops her kids off for their morning special–music on Mondays–she feels like she’s worked three ten hour days. She keeps busy during the downtime, making copies and grading word searches and putting newsletters into student mailboxes. It’s not until lunch, until her daily phone call with Hannah, that she remembers all about the unanswered text from the unknown number sitting in her phone just begging to be overthought.

“Can I, uh, can I tell you something?” Chris asks Hannah. “You can’t tell Chase.”

“Did you kill somebody?” Hannah laughs, Chris doesn’t. Might as well have, she thinks, because flirting with a racing driver is just as bad, if not worse, when it comes to Chase. He and Bill forbid Chandler and Chris from ever getting with a driver, even just for a night, when Chris was barely old enough to conceptualize what exactly a one-night stand was. She was thirteen, at most, and was still under the impression she was supposed to stay pure until marriage or else she’d go to Hell.

“Can I tell you, or not?”

“You can always tell me, c’mon,” Hannah says, and Chris suddenly feels guilty for suggesting Hannah was anything but trustworthy. They’ve been best friends for decades, a relationship that predates Chase and Hannah, predates Reid, predates puberty and elementary school and potty-training. They’ve always told each other everything, but, in the past couple years–since Chris’ best friend got engaged to her brother–she’s always a little hesitant with the stuff she doesn’t want to get back to Chase.

Outside of the fact that she expects Hannah to put her partner before her best-friend, Chris hates the idea of having to put Hannah between the two of them. She hates it, but she needs to tell someone about the text burning a hole in her phone, and who else is she going to tell? “Okay, so,” Chris smiles, realizes she’s smiling, and forces herself to stop. “There’s a guy.”

Hannah audibly gasps on the other end of the line. “There’s a guy? What’s his Instagram? First and last?”

“Do you want his social security number, too?” Chris laughs. Do they even have social security numbers in France? She clicks the spacebar on her keyboard to wake the monitor, types the question into the search bar. Oh, they do. Now she just feels silly. “We met this weekend.”

“Oh?”

“He’s a driver.”

There’s a long pause. Chris chuckles, because she doesn’t know what else to do. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Hannah clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, exhales heavy through her teeth. “Is he hot?”

Chris nods, and with a smile on her lips again, “Very.”

“Did you hook up with him?”

“Hannah!” Chris whispers through gritted teeth, looks around the room for the sudden presence of prying ears, clicks the volume on her phone down a few notches.

“Chris!”

“No, God. I just need to text him back.”

“You gave him your number?!”

She actually recoils out of surprise with Hannah’s tone. “That’s more absurd than the idea of me hooking up with him?”

“Yes,” Hannah deadpans.

“I don’t like you.”

“Well, little late on that realization, honey.”

“Can you just help me figure out what to say to him?”

“Yeah, but first,” Hannah pauses. Chris can hear the tapping of her freshly done acrylics on the glass phone screen. “I’m looking at a picture of all of them. Which one is he?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

Hannah groans, and Chris can imagine her pout so vividly. “You suck!”

“Okay,” she ignores Hannah’s temper tantrum. If she’s going to ask for help, she’s going to get the help. “So, he texted me and basically just said ‘hey,’ what should I send back?”

“Uh, just say ‘hi’ back?”

Chris pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, “You literally have negative game.”

“I’m getting married in two months!”

“To my brother.”

“Got me there.”

Chris spends the next fifteen minutes drafting texts with Hannah as her peer-reviewer in the notes app on her phone. She doesn’t like any of them, they all feel forced, feel like they’re too strong or too weak or just all together strange and off-putting. Hannah calls her a chicken and Chris hangs up on her, sends a single kissy-face emoji in a text and calls it a lunch period.

After lunch and after recess, Chris’ class does more English. They practice writing their names and their letters and working on the way they hold their pencils. Chris is a real stickler when it comes to the way children hold their pencils. She took an ergonomics class her junior year of college for extra credit and some of it still sticks with her years later.

After that, it’s group reading and snack time. They read Rainbow Fish on the city-themed rug that came with Chris’ classroom when she started. They spend the rest of their afternoon crafting their own Rainbow Fish out of construction paper, glitter, and glue.

The last task of the day, and arguably the most stressful, is pickup. She drops all of the bus-riders off in the cafeteria, and that’s the easiest part of it all. It’s the back blacktop that’s the horrifying part, the hoard of parents and the four and five year olds anxious to run off to their mommies and daddies without letting Chris know first. Everyday that she survives pickup without any of the kids being abducted is a gold medal day in her book.

She heads to the Pre-K hall after that day’s episode of Survivor to pick up her nephew–Hannah’s son–Reid, and take him back to her classroom. She prints worksheets for tomorrow in the teacher’s lounge and when she comes back, has to re-tidy up the classroom behind Reid’s wake of destruction.

It’s not until she’s in the car, after she’s loaded up her bags and strapped Reid into his carseat, that Chris finally texts Charles back, and it’s about as creative a response as his original message.

She regrets the double text before she even pulls out of the school parking lot, but there’s nothing she can do about it now. It’s been months since she updated her phone, and she’s sure she doesn’t have the ‘undo send’ feature in her outdated software. And even then, she’s heard it notifies the person that a message is unsent, and the only thing worse than regretting a double text is letting the other person know that you regretted it.

It’s a fifteen minute drive back to Chris’ house, Reid in tow. By the time she gets back there’s a new message from Charles.

Okay, okay. The double text didn’t scare him off. He’s deeper than a Georgia frat brother, that’s definitely a check in the win column.

Per usual, it’ll be another hour before Hannah is back from work to pick Reid up, so like always, he and Chris share an after school snack from her fridge. Reid is a talker. He can droll on and on about the most obscure, irrelevant moments of his day like they’re the greatest thing to ever happen to a human being, and can listen to the sound of his own voice until he’s blue in the face. He tells Chris all about his day, about play time with the kid who picks his nose and wipes his boogers on the rug, about David’s bad day from storytime and all about Chase’s race. If there’s one thing the world’s most talkative kid likes to talk about more than anything else, it’s Chase’s racing.

Chris sips lemonade from a purple bendy straw and stares at her phone on the counter, open to the messages app.

“Are you texting to my mom?” Reid asks.

“I have other friends besides your Mom,” Chris quips, slides her plate of animal crackers across the table to him.

“Nuh, uh,” Reid shakes his head, chomps down on an animal cracker with the grace of a clown slipping on a banana peel, crumbs pouring from his mouth onto his shirt, his lap, the wood tabletop. Chris reaches over and swipes them onto the ground.

Chris laughs out loud, steals Reid’s attention away from playing make-believe zookeeper with the cookies in front of him. She wonders how quick he regrets sending it, or if she just has a one track mind.

She giggles a kind of hair-twirling, blush-inducing, feet-kicking giggle that makes Reid sigh loudly. “I’m trying to focus!” He says, glares at her with a hippo in one hand and a gorilla in the other. She snatches the gorilla and eats it in two bites. Reid, dumbfounded, is met with a smile from his aunt who promptly and dramatically licks her fingers.

She wishes she could be having an, of course he remembers moment, but she is genuinely shocked by it, moreso by the fact that she doesn’t even remember telling him about it in the first place. It had to have been during the Hot Lap, surely, sandwiched between her screams at two hundred miles an hour and his giddy giggles with each gear change.

Why would he ever remember that, she wonders. She’s sure that if she told Chase about it, under regular conversation standards on a regular weekend, he’d forget about it before the end of the hour, and he’s her brother. Her own blood. But here’s this guy, in the middle of this insane weekend, remembering a stupid little thing she tells him while he’s trying to focus on driving a car faster than any sane person’s reaction time could ever handle. It’s shocking.

Reid is gone, picked up by Hannah, and dinner is started when she messages him again. Chris is terrible with crushes, really. She’ll tell you it’s one of her worst traits; how easily she falls into a crush, how quickly her adult exterior melts away into nothing but a teenage girl hoping to be asked to the homecoming dance. She’s simple, easy to attain. Call her beautiful or remember something she thinks is important and you’re in her good graces, racking up points in a pro and con chart in her head. Charles has already done both of those things.

Her phone rings three minutes after she sends it. Facetime call: Maybe: Charles. Crap.

She checks herself out in the reflection of the microwave window. She’s still got on her morning makeup, and even it’s last leg is better than nothing. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, also from this morning, and falls messily around her face. She’s changed from work clothes into a pair of leggings and an old purple sorority hoodie, the neckline cut into a v and the ends of the sleeves tattered with tears and grease and loose threads from loving the cotton a little too hard. It’s not ratty… it’s just, comfortable. An acquired taste.

Has her kitchen always been this messy? Did it come like this? Has she ever cleaned it? Why, why, why does she keep a high school picture of her and Hannah on the fridge?

She rolls her sleeves over themselves and tucks as many frizzy hairs behind her ears as she can manage before she sets her phone up on the counter, against the backsplash tile, and answers it.

He’s greeting her with a smile, childlike almost, the way his dimples dig into his cheeks. Stupid. She remembered him as cute and she remembered right. She smiles back because even through a screen, even when you barely know him, it’s a contagious smile complimented with soft, warm eyes that manage to make it look like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Hello, Chris Elliott.”

“Hello, Charles Leclerc.”

“Tell me all about this dinner you’re cooking?”

“If you insist.”

“I insist a million times.”

They talk all evening about dinner and rainbow fish and how Chris is not, under any circumstances, going to be one of his girls. His dimples make her worry that she could be convinced to, though.

“Okay,” Chris says, sets her phone up against the hotel end table and takes a couple steps backwards so her entire figure is in frame. “Good? Bad?” She asks, spins, holds a thumbs up to the camera when she’s finished showing off the outfit. Charles smiles at the sound of her voice pouring from his airpod. “Keep in mind it’s the only thing I brought.”

She’s in a hotel room somewhere in Virginia. He doesn’t know where, exactly. He’s in Mexico, race day, breakfast in his hotel room with Joris and Andrea. The guys are bickering in the bathroom; Joris, attacking Andrea’s red on red ensemble, Andrea, attacking the seven hundred hair products Joris has stacked up on the vanity. They’d already eaten and knocked on Charles’ hotel room door until he woke up forty-five minutes later than he was supposed to.

“You could wear a rubbish bag,” he answers because he’s almost certain she could, but also because he knows it’ll make her blush. He smiles when it does, when she pretends it doesn’t. “I don’t know that you should be asking me for outfit advice, my fans are not fans.”

“I think you dress well,” she hums, and he watches her catch her reflection in the mirror, analyzing the sundress from every angle. He doesn’t need to analyze it, always has been a fan of sundresses, no matter the color, no matter the fit. You can never go wrong with a sundress, he thinks. Never. “Like right now, you look sharp.”

“‘I’m in pajamas,” he says.

“Sharp pajamas.”

He laughs, drops his head and shakes it. “You’re cute.”

“What about the outfit?”

“Cute too,” he says around a spoonful of food. “What’s under it?” He quips, bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t burst into laughter at her strawberry tinted cheeks. It’s exactly the reaction he’d been looking for, the one he’d found too much amusement in over the last few days. She blushes easier than anyone he’s ever met, and it’s more than just bright cheeks–it’s in her smile, pursed and big and adorable. It’s in her eyes, wide and unable to keep any semblance of direct contact with him. It’s a direct contrast to her normal state of being, to her normal attentive listening. She blushes too easily and he has too much fun making her.

It’s her words that always seem to take him by surprise, when she moves close to her camera again and almost whispers, “You wanna see?”

He coughs, clears his throat and looks around the room to make sure neither of the guys have appeared over his shoulder. “Very much, I would like seeing.”

She laughs. “You wish.”

“You’re a tease.”

She shrugs, reaches over her phone and out of frame. She grabs her purse and when she does, the phone falls face down onto the wood. “Sorry,” she squeaks, picks it back up. “Good luck today, yeah?” She tells him, a confident smile on her face. He nods, mouth full, and holds up a thumbs-up, waves at her quick goodbye.

It’s not even a couple minutes before his phone is buzzing against the plastic tabletop. A picture, from her, by her, of her. Her, and white lingerie and a little bit of imagination that has him doing all the blushing.

Fucking sundresses, man.

She sends him a picture of the whiteboard in her classroom, decorated for the Halloween party that day with fake spiderwebs and ghost stickers and pumpkins and all things Halloween that don’t scare a five year old to death. She also sends him a picture of two store bought sugar cookies with orange frosting, purple and black star sprinkles on top.

It doesn’t take long for the time difference to bite them in the ass, for the optimal time for communication to be hindered by sleep and work and meetings and more sleep. An hour too early for him, a few hours too late for her, not that she’d admit it, miss I would be awake and grading these papers whether or not I was talking with you.

That’s what she’s doing, sitting on her living room floor and grading papers on her coffee table. He’s making breakfast, but really he’s watching her grade papers and talking to her whenever she remembers that they’re having a conversation.

It’s cute, he thinks. Extremely so, the way she struggles to multitask. The way her voice will trail out into silence in the middle of a sentence because she’s trying to decipher a kindergartener’s little chicken scratch handwriting. It’s cute, the way she carefully flips through her book of stickers to find the perfect one for each and every paper, the way she carefully puts them on and makes sure they’re pressed down firmly so they don’t fall off somewhere between her coffee table and their desk. It’s cute, the purple pen with the sparkly gel gripper.

“I want to see you,” he blurts out in the middle of it all and it takes her a minute to process it. He watches the gears turn, watches her practically jump out of her skin at the sound of his voice like she really forgot he was there for a moment.

“You’re looking at me.”

“In person,” he laughs. “I want to see you in person.”

“I’m going to Arizona this weekend,” she says, and he can’t even believe she’s entertaining the idea. He was sure, actually, that he’d be getting another one of her I’m not going to hook up with you, Charles, lectures. It would be the second or third of the week, and no matter how many times he’s told her do you think I’d be up this early for a hookup, she remains unconvinced of his motives.

“I know.” She’s going with her brother. It’s the finals, or the playoffs, or something like that. He’s listening, trying to remember, he really is. None of it makes any sense, though. Formula One is so much easier to wrap your head around. “What about next weekend? You could come to Brazil.”

“No,” she yawns. It’s gotta be at least one-thirty there, she should be asleep. He shouldn’t be keeping her up. “I’m too busy with work that week. How about the one after?”

“Abu Dhabi.” He says it like a statement, not a question. Like, if we're going to wait that long, might as well wait until I’m home.

“I could come,” she says, and it surprises him because nobody wants to come to Abu Dhabi. He doesn’t even particularly want to go to Abu Dhabi. It’s felt a lot this season like it just never stops. Like, no matter what he does, he and the car and the team can’t get in sync. He’s ready to reset for next year, really, to challenge Max instead of shaking Checo off his ankles for a few more weeks.

“You want to come?”

She looks up from the papers at him, confused, clicking the back of her pen against the pages. “Do you want me to come?”

“Do you know how long that plane is?” He asks. “My family will be there,” he adds, and now you’d never guess he’s the one who wanted her to come in the first place. He doesn’t tell her all these things because he doesn’t want her there, he does. He just also wants to make sure she knows what she’s getting herself into, the lion’s den she’s climbing into, the shallow end of the pool and the nose-dive she’s taking.

It’s crazy enough to meet up somewhere neither of them live. It’s a whole other monster to do it at a race, where his family is also present.

“Do you,” she pauses, pointing the pen at the screen, “want me,” and then at herself. “To come?”

He shrugs. “I would not have said I want to see you if I didn’t want you to come.”

Even though he didn’t want to keep her up all night, he kept her up all night with planning. And, despite the incessant need to make it clear she isn’t a hookup, Chris also refuses to come under the guise of any sort of label. He’s not mad about that, flying her in under the implication to anyone that she’s his girlfriend… especially when she’s not? It’s a recipe for disaster, for drama and death threats and cross paddock glares for just existing. It’s something he wants to avoid for himself, but more importantly, something he wants to avoid for Chris, who didn’t sign up for any of this, who doesn’t reap any of the benefits of his life. She’s too good for the drama, he thinks.

Somehow, the conversation about the rooming situation requires more dancing than the refusal to put a label of any sorts on their… acquaintanceship. Where does she stay? With him, he wants to stay–stay with me, please stay with me. Does he see if someone can pull a few strings and get her a room in the same hotel, or would it be better for her to stay somewhere else? Better for who, he doesn’t know. He wants her with him, wants to pretend he doesn’t know half the drivers and half the teams stay at the same hotel, that people are always waiting in the lobby and outside waiting for pictures and signatures with their favorite zoo animals.

He scratches the back of his neck, “You could stay with me, if you want to.”

“Yeah,” Chris nods. “If you want me to.”

“If you want to.” They both chuckle, horribly nervous and awkward because they’re so terrified of making a wrong move, of coming on too strong or too careless.

“It’s your job,” she says, still fidgeting with her pen. Actually, now it’s just the glitter gel gripper that she's messing with. “Your life. I’m the intrusion–”

“You’re not an intrusion,” he interrupts, because she isn’t and he needs her to know he doesn’t think she is.

She smiles, looks up from the pencil grip in her hand to smile at him. “Okay, I’m the… guest. Tell me what you want me to do.”

He wishes he could reach into the phone and grab her hand and still it from bouncing the gel grip against the coffee table. Softly, he replies, “I want you to stay with me.”

She nods, and equally as soft, biting down on a smiley bottom lip, “Then I’ll stay with you.”

She mentions to him in passing that she’s on Thanksgiving break for the week that follows, letting it hang in the air with silent implication. He knows her game, completely aware that she wants him to make the next move–invite me to stay, I'm not going to say no, she’s telling him. I’m not going to say no, you just have to ask.

And so he does ask. Something about it’s only fair that you see my home country after I’ve seen yours. Really, he couldn’t care less about being in Monaco. He just wants to see her. Her and the purple pen and sticker book and nose crinkle when he tells a bad joke and the tug of the corners of her lips when she tries not to blush. He wants to see it all in front of him, right there where he can reach out and touch it.

He wants to take her on a date. He wants to take her on more than one date. Cook her dinner and show her around and memorize her presence when she’s not with her dad, when she isn’t screaming in a speeding car, when she’s not on the other side of the globe.

“Well,” he hums. “Now I’m excited.”

“You should be,” she says, smiling at a stack of spelling tests as she tucks them away into a folder. “I’m great fun.” He pauses, watches her with a small smile. She yawns again, stretches her arms above her head with a quiet groan. She’s up entirely too late. He’s kept her up entirely too late. I bet, he thinks. “What?” Chris laughs.

“You’re adorable when you are sleepy.”

She plays the voice memo and listens to his voice echo off the wall. He’s laughing, and she wonders what it would be like to be the wall his voice bounces from. You look like a commercial puppy, he says, it’s adorable.

“You’re so annoying,” she says into the phone microphone, “How’s the weekend going?” When she listens to it back after sending, you can still hear the congested sniffle in her voice even though she’s regained her composure.

Screwed by the weather, he responds. Sprint Race is soon.

“Good Luck!”

Enjoy your movie day.

—

He calls on Sunday night, late and unplanned. She’s already in bed, reading her book to wind-down before turning in for the night. His name on her screen makes her smile, even if she doesn't know the reason for the call. They’d been careful, when it came to calls, tried to make sure they planned them out so they didn’t spend all day, every day talking to each other.

“Hi,” she greets, hesitant. “Everything okay?”

“Uh,” he chuckles, but it’s tired. Tired and upset and far away from the phone. He doesn’t really answer, he just sighs.

She slides her bookmark between the pages and sets the book on her nightstand. “What’s wrong?” She asks, adjusts in bed so she’s sitting up straighter and pulls her legs close, crosses them under the sheets and puts him on speaker phone.

“I wish I was home,” he finally tells her. “Race today fucking… it’s like this, I don’t know.”

She didn’t watch the race. He knew she wasn’t watching it, that she was practically hibernating this weekend after a crazy week at work with what seemed like a never ending series of state testing. She didn’t watch the race, but now she’s really, really wishing she had. “You don’t have to show face with me,” she tells him. “Tell me what you want to say.”

“My fucking boss isn’t even here,” he starts, and he doesn’t stop. He’s got a lot to say. A lot to say about strategy and the championship and the car and himself and the season. It’s more than this race, it’s a lot of races, a lot of meetings, a lot of things she doesn’t really understand.

Chris just listens, because it’s about the only thing she can do. She can’t give him answers or solutions or advice, and even if she could, it doesn’t sound like he’s looking for any of those things.

She gets out of bed because she’s terrified that she’s going to fall asleep on him. She takes her water bottle and a blanket to her screened in porch, sits on the patio furniture and sips water and listens to the hum of the bugs and the sound of his voice on another continent.

She calls him in the back of her Uber, on her way to Atlanta to catch her flight. She’d debated with herself about telling someone she was going, just out of pure convenience, saving the hour drive to the airport by just… flying there. That would require telling one of the two people in her life that know how to fly a plane–Chase and Bill–that she was going to Abu Dhabi and Monaco to see a racing driver. That would not go over well, even a little bit. So, she doesn’t tell anyone where she’s going and Hannah is the only person who knows that she’s going anywhere at all. Chris is sure her best friend could guess where she’s going, but she can’t prove anything, not when Chris has turned off her location sharing and refuses to confirm or deny what flight she’s on.

“Are you gonna be weird when you see me?” She asks him, because this whole thing is so incredibly weird. It’s not normal, flying for seventeen hours across the world to hang out with a guy you haven’t even gone on a date with yet, a guy you haven’t spent more than a few minutes with. It feels almost illegal, letting a guy pay over a thousand dollars–he refused to tell her how much her ticket was, but she possesses the ability to use google flights–to come hang out with him. She’s not a sugar baby, right? Right? No, she isn’t a sugar baby.

“Yeah,” Charles says through a yawn. He’s already in Abu Dhabi and it’s the middle of the night there, half past midnight, at least. He should be sleeping. “So weird.”

“You should go to sleep.”

He smiles. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Chris rolls her eyes with extra gravitas. She knows he sees it because he laughs. “Good night, Charles. I’ll see you in…” she checks her watch, “nineteen hours.”

“I can’t wait to be sooo weird when I see you.”

“I’m going to watch Cars 2 on the plane. As preparation.”

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She does watch Cars 2 on the plane. She watches Cars 2 and eats a shitty chicken Caesar salad as dinner with a ginger ale, because ginger ale is only good when you’re on a plane or have a stomach ache. After the stale meal in the stale air, she takes two melatonin gummies, shuffles her favorite playlist, and sleeps.

She wakes up an hour before they land in Paris, where she has a short layover. It takes the majority of said short layover to figure out where the heck she’s supposed to go. Once she’s figured it out, she spends the rest of the layover walking around the gate area, already exhausted with the idea of sitting still. She eats a chocolate croissant and has a coffee and listens to the people around her speak different languages with fluent ease.

The flight to Abu Dhabi is shorter, but she’s awake for all seven hours of it, so it feels a million times longer than the first one. Also, somewhere between the first and last sip of what might be the best coffee she’s ever drank, nervous little butterflies have begun wreaking havoc in her insides. She’s giddy, the kind of giddy that should be reserved for little kids. Giddy and fighting a stupid little crush with the most insane stakes.

It’s six o’clock local time on Friday evening when she lands in Abu Dhabi.

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Ceasefire | 0.4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: Warning: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, angst, minor smut - snippets rather than the full scene

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“I can’t find my shoe!” Dylan growls in complaint. He’s tearing his room apart. Beau’s Mercedes is sitting in your driveway twenty minutes after it arrived. You let out a heavy sigh as you turn and walk up the stairs towards his room. You don’t understand how this keeps happening. There is a designated place he’s supposed to leave his shoes, and that’s right by the front door.

The worst part? - It’s not even both of his shoes that are missing. One of them’s down there on the rack like it’s supposed to be. How does someone lose one shoe?

“Have you checked-“

“Got it.” You round the corner in time to see your son shove something into the bottom of his backpack and spin to face you. This hits you like a stack of bricks. There’s no way he’s at the age where he’s going to start keeping things from you already. You press your lips together and sigh gently.

Dylan’s eyes widen slightly. You squint at him.

“Hey Dyl,” You say gently, blocking the door way as you lean against the wooden frame. He shifts slightly on his feet. “You remember that conversation we had about respecting each other’s privacy and stuff?”

He nods uncertainly at you.

“I have a duty to keep you safe that surpasses our respect for each other’s privacy.” You tell him softly. “So, with that in mind, do I need to know what’s in that bag?”

“Nope. Bye, mom.” He’s still small enough to dip around you. You turn and follow him back downstairs towards his father. Beau’s waiting in the driveway with Taylor in his arms. He’s smiling and they’re talking about something. Dylan heads over to join them, walking straight past his father and sliding into the passenger seat.

“Buddy, make sure she buckles herself in.” Beau tells your son. He sets Taylor down and nods for her to get in the car, then begins towards you. You fold your arms over your chest.

“How was your Friday?” Beau teases as he steps up towards the front door.

“Something’s up with him.” You change the subject quickly and look towards your son in the passenger seat of Beau’s car. Beau nods his head in agreement but doesn’t look back.

“He’s a middle schooler.” Beau chooses the peaceful option rather than reminding you that his son might be upset because his family has just been torn apart. He knows that the look in your eye means that you expect something of him. “Fine. I’ll talk to him.”

“He has homework too. Don’t let him convince you that he’s already done it because he hasn’t.”

Beau chuckles. He nods his head and turns away from you, “Make sure to relax tonight, honey. You sound wound up.”

You swing the door shut before he’s down the steps.

Bradley shows up on time, twenty minutes later. You frown slightly as he gets out of his bronco. He’s wearing an oversized shirt with a baseball team’s logo on it and loose fitting shorts. Dark sunglasses and a backwards cap on his head. You scrunch your nose disapprovingly. You agreed to fuck one of the best fighter pilots in the world, not a frat boy.

As he gets closer, you can see that he’s flushed red and there’s sweat beading on his forehead. Sure, it’s summer, but it’s not any hotter than usual. Bradley doesn’t look at you. You open the door wider for him to step out of his way, half-way concerned that if you didn’t then he was just going to bulldoze right through you.

“You okay?” You ask as he steps past you and adjusts his sunglasses, but relents to take them off. He nods slowly and stretches his arms up over his head. Your hand remains on the front door, holding it open as you turn to watch him. He groans softly as he stretches out his aching body.

“Uh-huh.” He mutters. You roll your eyes, he’s still pissed about yesterday.

“Are you sick?” You frown.

“Just hungover.” He answers without looking at you. He sighs as he cranes his neck to stretch out the kink in it. As his neck bends, your eyes catch on the faint red lines at the top of his back, peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. You frown.

No way did this idiot roll straight out of a one night stand’s bed and turn up here.

“So you were out last night?” You ask.

Bradley shrugs his shoulders, “Yeah.”

He doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t mention going home with anyone else. You stare at the red marks at the top of his back, dismayed as they disappear back under the fabric of his shirt as he drops his arms back down by his sides.

You bite your cheek. There’s a split-second where you try to reason with yourself. He’s young and he’s certainly not committed to you - especially not after you damn near bit his head off for joking about marrying you yesterday. Reason loses today’s debate. You narrow your eyes at those red marks on the back of his neck. Certainly nothing other than nail marks.

It’s easy enough to convince yourself that it isn’t jealousy you’re feeling. It’s disrespectful. That’s why you’re upset. You refuse to be disrespected by this idiot.

“Take your shirt off.” You demand.

Bradley turns his head towards you. There’s a split second of confusion. That’s why he’s here anyway, he knows it. He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, stretching out the collar to avoid knocking his sunglasses off of his head.

You swing the front door shut, not abandoning the option of kicking him out, as you cross the living room towards him. Bradley frowns as you grab his arm and turn him away from you. His brows furrow slightly, now totally lost. You gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Oh. Yeah.” Bradley remembers. He chuckles softly.

Your eyes widen as your fingertips instinctively reach for the torn up skin. It’s worse than you expected. And not from sex. So clearly not from sex. Unless the lucky lady was half wood-chipper.

“What happened?” You frown.

“I fell on, well… through a glass table.” Bradley explains nonchalantly.

You wonder if this kind of thing happens to him often. Red scrapes adorn his back, but the worst of the injury is at the top of his back. Around his shoulders. He must have landed on the glass - it looks like he rolled around in it.

“Oh my god, there’s still glass in your skin.” You whisper, wincing as you reach out to examine the wound. Bradley hisses and jolts away from you as you touch it.

“There is? - Fuck, I told Phoenix it felt like there was more.”

“I’m sorry, you haven’t been to the hospital about this?”

“I hate hospitals.” Bradley mutters dejectedly.

You press your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you consider arguing with him about it. He turns towards you and cups your jaw in his hand. You frown as you notice more cuts on his palm.

“Bradley…” You sigh.

“I’ll get someone to take a look at it later. I’m fine.” He reassures you. He leans in and kisses you tenderly. As the shock wears off, you’re surprised to find how pleased you are that this is what the red marks were. He didn’t go home with someone else.

“I thought those marks were nail marks.” You admit with a scoff, shaking your head.

Bradley’s eyebrows raise. His eyes meet yours and he smiles. His hands find your hips as he tugs you into him, “Would that have made you jealous?”

You lift your chin and kiss his lips. Bradley’s eyes twinkle, smirking as you shake your head at him. Bradley presses his body against you, his fingers skimming just slightly under your shirt to graze over your bare skin.

“It would have made me kick your dumb ass out.” You answer him, pecking gently at his lips. Bradley chuckles, feeling his heart stop racing finally. He’s been worried about this all morning. Afraid that you’re still going to be upset with him for yesterday. He moves in and you push away, pressing your palms against his stomach. “Now lay down and let me take a look.”

Bradley groans, “Hyde, come on-“

“Now, Lieutenant.” You order playfully. Bradley grumbles as you leave him. He settles down on the rug in front of the couch, resting on his stomach and crossing his arms in front of him. He takes his sunglasses off and rests his forehead against his arms.

With two kids, you keep a fair amount of first aid supplies in the house at all times. You just hadn’t imagined that you would be spending your afternoon cleaning up your boyfriend. Not boyfriend. Lover? Friend? Nothing sounds quite right.

Bradley lays on his front on the rug as you straddle his hips. You shift to get comfortable, resting your ass against his. He chuckles softly as you lean forwards and kiss his back.

“I feel like you’re going to enjoy this.” Bradley mumbles. Your lips quirk up into a smile as you clean the fine tweezers with rubbing alcohol. You kiss the back of his ribs.

“How does someone fall through a table, anyway, Bradshaw?” You ask. Bradley winces, whining softly as the tweezers press into his skin. He breathes in sharply and rests his forehead against his arms.

“Jake wouldn’t stop running his mouth and - ow.” Bradley complains. You kiss his back tenderly. He relaxes. That makes it a little easier to put up with. “Pissed off the biggest guy in the bar. He was about to get his ass handed to him, so I stepped in - to try to calm things down.”

Something in Bradley’s tone tells you that his intention probably wasn’t to deescalate the situation.

“I got shoved, fell back. It was dumb. But I’m fine - fuck, ow. Really, fine.” He mutters into the crook of his elbow.

You chuckle, kissing his arm. Bradley lays there, letting you fix him up, thinking of yesterday. He might have gone out hurt and angry, but it wasn’t ever his intention to sleep with someone else.

There wouldn’t be much point. You’ve changed his perspective. He hasn’t thought of another woman since that first afternoon here. There isn’t one girl at that bar last night who could have compared.

“Stop wriggling. I’m almost done.”

He grumbles. His arms are crossed in front of him, he’s resting his chin patiently on his palms and trying not to be a baby about how much pain he’s in. He’s glad that you can’t see his face. He whines and rests his forehead against his hands as he feels you poking at his back again.

“Okay, I think I got it all.” Yeah, Phoenix said the same thing six hours ago. He’s beginning to think that one of you was just fucking with him because you like seeing him in pain. He sighs in soft relief. “Hold still, this is going to sting.”

“Hyde - wait - please - wait.” Bradley yelps as soon as the spray touches his back. You lean forwards and rest your hand against the back of his neck, wincing - your finger holds down on the cap of the spray. You coat his back haphazardly, knowing that you have to work quickly. He turns onto his side and throws you off of him in the process.

You land beside him on the rug with a soft oof.

“Fuck! That hurt worse than hitting the table.” Bradley whines as he rolls back onto his front and rests his head in his arms. You smile as you scoot closer to him. You press your lips tenderly to his elbow. It’s what’s closest to you. Your fingertips trail up the back side of his bicep and up onto his shoulders, avoiding the damage.

You scoot your body closer to his, curling yourself against his side as you press gentle kisses along his arm. Bradley turns his head towards you. He doesn’t speak, he just watches as your lips move up his bicep. Your fingers slide up from his shoulders onto the nape of his neck and take his cap off. His curls are messy, you imagine that he was too hungover to style them before heading over here this morning.

His eyes close tiredly as you massage your fingertips against the back of his head.

Your graze tentatively over the almost buzzed hair at the nape of his neck, then push up into the longer curls towards the crown of his head. He groans softly. You kiss his shoulder, pressing your body closer into his side.

“‘M gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.” Bradley mumbles into the rug.

Your lips curve up into a smile. You kiss the curve of his shoulder. “Go ahead. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

He opens one eye, lips quirking slightly into a contented smile as he settles back down and closes his eyes. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep. You can tall when he does, his breathing shallows into a soft snore. He’s cute when he’s sleeping. He has especially long eyelashes. You haven’t noticed that before.

You aren’t by his side when he wakes up. Your absence is the first thing that he notices. He groans softly as he stretches and rolls onto his back. He presses his palms into his eyes and rubs tiredly at them. You smile slightly.

“Morning.” You say softly.

He chuckles as he pushes himself up to sit. You’re on the couch with a book propped open on your knees. He pushes his fingers tiredly through his hair. Your lips quirk as you notice the pattern of the rug printed into his cheek.

“How long was I out?” He asks as he sits on his knees and tries to fix the mess of curls on top of his head. He reaches for his hat, but stops. His eyes are on your hands as you close the book and set it on the couch. They’re on your legs as you stand up from the couch. They settle on your face as you kneel in front of him.

“About an hour.” You lift your hand and trail your fingertips across his cheek. He closes his eyes as you lean in and softly kiss his lips.

“I’m sorry.” He answers, lifting his hand and cupping the side of your throat in his palm. He presses forwards and seeks your mouth against his. You smile softly as you let him kiss you. Bradley’s other arm wraps around your waist, going firm as he pulls your body under his and nudges his knee between yours.

“Wait - Rooster,”

He stops right away, brushing a strand of hair back off of your face.

“My kids play here. We can’t have sex here.” You breathe out.

He hums. Your lips part as he slips both arms under you and pulls you tight against him, pushing himself up to his feet.

“Bedroom it is.” He agrees, pressing his lips affectionately to your jaw as he starts towards the stairs. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull yourself tighter against him. Bradley fights the urge to close his eyes as you kiss at his neck, deciding that he should have both eyes open as he takes the stairs.

Beau hasn’t lifted you like this in years. It’s not that he can’t - he’s strong and capable enough to, it’s just that he won’t. Maybe this is Bradley showing off, but you’re okay with that.

He swings the door to your room shut and sets you down on the bed. You push yourself up onto your elbows.

“Take your shorts off.” You tell him.

Bradley immediately reaches for the waistband, then stops himself. You watch as he tilts his head at you.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really bossy?” He breathes out, scrunching his brows slightly. Your lips press together, then press your tongue to the inside of your cheek, raising a brow at him.

“Is that a problem, Lieutenant?”

Bradley grins as he pops open the button on the shorts, shaking his head.

“No, Ma’am.”

You laugh softly as he shoves the fabric down his legs and covers your body with his. Your hands instinctively curve onto his back, about to skim up the growing lay familiar muscles. Rooster flinches, his body still stinging from the rubbing alcohol - or whatever it was you had practically doused him in.

“Does it hurt?” You ask softly.

Rooster shakes his head, mouthing hungrily at the curve of your neck. You know he’s lying to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumble affectionately. He hums in agreement as he tugs your pants down your legs, lips working feverishly against your neck. He sits back just long enough to pull the fabric from your legs completely, kissing your ankle, your calf, working his way back up.

He looks up at you as he presses his lips to your navel, hands holding your hips tight. Bradley moves up and kisses your lips once, grinding his hips into your core. Rooster’s hard as a rock already, fingers squeezing eagerly into your sides.

You slide your fingers into his curls and tug gently as he mouths his way down to your core, brushing your panties to the side.

It’s growing easier and easier not to compare him to Beau. It’s growing harder and harder to pretend that he doesn’t make your head spin. Especially when he looks up from between your legs and grins like a devil after making your toes curl so hard that your legs tremble after.

“Missed you last night.” Bradley admits as you roll the condom onto his length. You look up at him and choose not to reply. Bradley reaches out and cups your face in one of his hands. He strokes his thumb over the side of your cheek. “Did you miss me?”

He watches as you bite your cheek stubbornly.

Rooster’s hands find your hips as he settles between your legs.

“No one’s gonna make fun of you if you admit that you missed me, Hyde,” Rooster teases.

You narrow your eyes at him, fingers curling around the back of his neck as you shake your head. “Fine. I missed you.”

Bradley smirks against your lips. You hum softly as he pushes into you, pressing your heel into the mattress for leverage. Bradley can’t pretend that he didn’t miss you. Not when he spent the entire night wishing you were there. He groans softly as your mouth presses warm kisses along the column of his neck.

You can’t pretend you didn’t miss him. Not when he’s here, and he’s so good, and you’re reminded of what you should have had yesterday.

You’re both panting against each other’s lips, he’s driving himself deep into you, his cock filling you in the most perfect way. His heart is thundering in his chest, so much so that you feel like you can almost hear his pulse. Rooster fucks you deep and hard, groaning your name, holding you firm against him.

Rooster’s even more certain now than he was last night that there’s no one that will ever compare.

He’s on his back, panting, thinking of having to stare at you all day on Monday. Thinking about having to keep this all to himself. He likes that no one knows he’s the only one who gets to fuck you. He likes that you missed him. That you would have been jealous if he had gone home with someone else.

You’ve been acting so nonchalant, so aloof. Especially after yesterday, when you wanted to piss Beau off. But you just confirmed everything he needed to hear.

Bradley’s asleep on his side when you come back from the bathroom. You don’t have the heart to wake him up and kick him out. His lips are parted slightly and his fingers are resting on your pillow. You slide into bed beside him, moving his arm back to his side. It drapes over your waist, he pulls you tight against his chest and hums contentedly.

You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh softly.

You wake before he does. You aren’t quite awake. Not fully dreaming either. Your head rests against Bradley’s ribs, you rise and fall with each one of his soft breaths. His arm is tucked around your waist and your legs are tangled between his.

For a moment, you don’t regret letting him stay.

Then you hear the familiar clack of heels stairs. Your brows scrunch. You think it’s sleep coming back for you, but it isn’t.

Your mother hasn’t ever been one for knocking on doors. The handle turns and the door swings open in one movement. You bolt upright, grabbing a fistful of the sheets and pulling them up to cover your bare chest.

“Sweetheart, what have I told you about leaving your phone down-“

Your sudden movement makes Rooster lurch. He sits up, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes blown wide. He groans softly, looking at you in annoyance. He has the sense to follow your gaze and gasps softly as he lands on the woman in the doorway.

Your mother looks between the two of you, her eyes land on his bare chest and she doesn’t try to hide the way that she stares. Rooster’s hand curls into the sheets, pulling them up higher on his hips. He’s suddenly very conscious of the fact that he can see his boxers on the floor.

They’re less than a foot away. They would be within arm’s reach, but he’s frozen in place. He’s certain that if he moves then this woman is going to see a lot more of him than he would like her to. The sheets are thin and white - it’s the middle of summer - Bradley looks down and pulls the sheets slightly so they aren’t as flush against his skin.

“Mom!”

Rooster swallows. The woman in the doorway does kind of look like you. He watches the way her brow raises as her eyes trail his bare chest. It’s completely shameless, the way she looks him over. He smiles sheepishly at her and pulls the sheets up higher once again. She’s impressed at the half-awake man in your bed, his messy curls and tanned muscles.

“We were calling you. Beau had an emergency at work,” Your mother explains. Your eyes go wider yet again. You move to stand up and then stop yourself, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders. “He asked me to bring the kids by - I have an appointment.”

“The kids are here?” You yelp.

Your mother looks at Rooster, then back at you and raises an eyebrow. Rooster glances back down at his boxers on the floor and considers reaching for them. He opts to stay where he is.

“Who’s this?” She asks. Bradley swallows, he shoots you a nervous glance. He opens his mouth, like he’s about to answer her. He closes it again quickly and waits for you to answer instead.

“No one. Can you just - could you get them breakfast? - I need to get him out of here.” You push your fingers through your hair, still holding the thin sheet firmly over your chest. She hums and turns, swinging the door shut behind her. You’re never going to live this down. She is going to be questioning you about this for the rest of your life if you don’t come clean now.

“No one?” Bradley questions you with a frown.

You drop down against the pillows and groan, pressing your face into the pillowcase. Bradley’s already out of bed when you lift your head. He’s tugging his shorts up his legs when he realises what he’s missing.

“My shirt’s downstairs.” He tells you.

You sigh as you push yourself out of bed and fumble around your dresser for clothes.

“Should I… grab it?”

“No!” You frown. You pull a pair of shorts up your legs as quickly as you can. Rooster nods.

He watches as you pull a shirt over your head. You turn towards him and sigh.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

“You know, if you let me take you out — you could introduce me to them. I’m good with kids.” Bradley suggests softly as you leave your room. He trails behind you, walking slowly so that his footsteps can’t be heard from downstairs.

“Please don’t start this again.” You sigh softly, pausing at the top of the stairs to check for little voices. You start down them cautiously. Rooster feels the need to cover his chest with his hands as he follows you downstairs. He frowns slightly, growing tired of being brushed off.

“Hyde. Come on.” He says quietly.

You shoot a warning look at him. He sighs as he lets you lead him downstairs. He grabs his shirt from the back of the couch on the way, wondering if your kids would have noticed it yet. They must have noticed the bronco in the driveway.

“I’ll call you.” You tell him, pushing him out onto the front steps. Bradley smiles slightly. He grabs you by your t-shirt and tugs you forwards, kissing you quickly and turning away before you can scold him for it. His back looks a little better this morning. You’re still reminded that this idiot put himself through a glass table.

You close the door and press your back to it, sighing softly.

Your mother peers out from the kitchen to check that he’s really gone. She steps out and raises an eyebrow.

“Please don’t say anything,” You sigh softly, brushing your hair back off of your face and shaking your head slightly. You lower your voice to a whisper as you get closer to her, “They weren’t supposed to be back until tonight.”

“He’s cute.” Your mother comments, lips lifting up into a smirk. She wiggles her eyebrows at you, “And those abs, wow!”

“Please don’t, I’m embarrassed enough.” You complain. You crane your neck to check that your kids aren’t listening in. They’re both happily eating cereal, watching a video on Dylan’s phone.

Your mother lets out an empathetic chuckle as she wraps her arms around you.

“I’m sorry, honey, I should have knocked,” She pats your back soothingly. You whine in complaint as you relax into her arms. You wonder if there’s any age where you’ll stop being embarrassed about your Mom walking in on you. It isn’t like she doesn’t know you’re sexually active, she adores both of your kids. “But you and Beau are separated. I’m not seeing the issue in experimenting a little?”

You scoff as you detangle yourself from her arms.

“I just… Beau would lose his mind, I think I should wait until the divorce is final.” You explain yourself, pushing your hands into the pockets of your shorts.

She shrugs her shoulders, “That could take months. Is the underwear model going to wait months?”

You can’t help but laugh at her nickname for Bradley, bringing a hand up to cover the heat rising to your cheeks. You’re glad he isn’t here for this. You know he would be adoring the compliments.

“Ugh… you think I should tell Beau?” You ask.

“Is it serious with him? - Beau doesn’t need to know if it’s just sex.” Your mother reasons with you. Dylan turns his head slightly to listen in on the conversation. You’re both talking quietly, he can barely hear it - that’s how he knows its juicy. He thinks back to the conversation you both had about respecting each other’s privacy.

He also thinks back to what his father told him. That if Beau just understood you better, if he just knew more about what was going on with you, maybe the two of you could have worked out. Dylan misses his family. Sure, he likes the new house. But he misses what he knew.

“It’s… It is. He wants to take me out on a date.” You admit to her.

She smiles, “And you don’t want to go on a date with those abs?”

“Mom.” You shoot her a playfully warning look. “I just… I don’t want to humiliate Beau. If I start dating him, people could see us, people are going to find out - Beau doesn’t deserve that. Right?”

Her brows furrow slightly, she shakes her head, “Humiliated? - I don’t follow. What, because you have a younger man? - Hell, men always get a young girlfriend after a divorce, why can’t you?”

You bite your cheek and crane your neck to check on the kids once more. Dylan focuses his attention on the video. You’re satisfied that they aren’t listening, but you lower your voice to a whisper anyway.

“He’s one of my students.” You admit. You watch your mother’s jaw drop before you.

“What?” She gasps.

“Mom.” You grab her wrist and tug her away from the kitchen. “I didn’t mean for any of this - I just - he just-“

“You should let him take you out,” She decides with a smile. Your brows scrunch, confused. “Think about it! - He’s cute and he’ll be gone in a couple of weeks, even if Beau gets his feelings hurt, the underwear model will be gone soon and Beau will get it through his head that you two are over.”

You groan softly and lean your head back. It isn’t that simple.

You’ve worked so hard to establish yourself in your career and you refuse to be reduced to the instructor who fucked one of her students.

“Live a little.” Your mother nudges you. She smirks as she turns to head back towards her grandchildren, “Just live a little when the kids are out of the house.”

You find your phone on the couch, exactly where you left it last night. Sure enough, plenty of missed calls and voicemails from both Beau and your mother.

Bradley finds your text as he arrives back at his apartment. Friday, 7pm, it’s a date. He grins to himself and slips the phone back into his shorts.

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HOMEBOUND TRAIN

GIF by baeefox

you chose the guitar

you've unlocked a new timeline !! remember that each decision generates more alternative realities, so choose wisely.

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

standing in the snaking line to board the train, you can't help but notice the sea of people around you. it's like a mini migration, all headed to geoje-ssi, your hometown. and rightfully so, it´s a beautiful place.

you remember it to be an attractive vacation spot. memories flood back of your childhood, surrounded by tourists snapping photos and getting under your grandma's skin with their incessant chatter. she never missed a chance to curse them under her breath.

as the line inches forward, the station workers call for a second line, reserved for those lugging around massive suitcases, bikes, and other oversized gear.

with your guitar strapped to your back, you let out a heavy sigh as you join the new queue, watching enviously as others breeze past with just their essentials, nothing but a small bag slung over their shoulders. carrying around that guitar you can't even play properly suddenly feels like the dumbest decision ever.

the line inches forward at a snail's pace, thanks to your usual cast of annoying travellers. the lady in front of you who won't stop griping about how delicate her suitcase is, the backpacker dude who suddenly decides it's the perfect time to start disassembling his bike... classic. but finally, you make it onto the train.

the compartments are mostly packed, so you pick one where you can at least avoid being suffocated by a cocktail of five different colognes. as you peek into the compartment, you see only one boy, buried nose-deep in what seemed to be a college textbook.

"hey, mind if i sit here?" you ask politely.

he looks up and answers with a light nod, offering a smile warm enough to convince you that he really does not mind. he then returns to his book, and you can´t help but feel sorry for him. studying at the beginning of summer? rough. he probably had flunked a class and had to make up for it during the break.

you pick the spot by the window (of course) and cozy up for the ride. as the train begins to move, you steal a few glances at the boy as he pores over his pages. but there's something about him that doesn't quite fit the mold of a slacker. with his slick black hair and gentle attire, he's more like a character from a glossy magazine than someone who'd flunk a class.

you notice something else, though it was impossible not to. his phone, perched somewhat carelessly beside him, keeps buzzing with message notifications, each flash of light drawing your gaze. and each time, the boy would glance at the screen, roll his eyes in exasperation, then proceed to ignore the phone. this goes on long enough for your attention to drift away.

the train goes on, and the steady rattling starts lulling you to sleep.

but before you can fall asleep, your phone buzzes with an incoming call. you smile upon discovering the familiar name on the screen. despite having gradually lost touch since you moved out, you had never deleted his contact and apparently he hadn't changed his phone number in 7 years.

"well, this is awkward" he chuckles softly from the other line.

"yeah, kinda." you agree, trying to suppress your own smile. "i mean, i didn't expect you to call like, at all. the old kai i knew would've probably let the awkwardness win."

he let out a light giggle. "guess i'm not that kid anymore. but you're right, it wasn't exactly my initiative. gran insisted i call."

"why's that?"

"to let you know that i'll be picking you up, of course! you didn't think i was gonna leave you stranded at the station, did you? awkward or not, we're top notch hosts, us huenings."

"aw, that's sweet of you, kai, but really, it's fine." you talk while looking at the window, so you don't notice that your conversation seems to have peaked the textbook boy´s interest. you also don't notice that he has finally answered his texts, all while stealing glances at you. "i can just grab a cab or something. no need to go through the trouble."

"but i want to! plus, i've got a surprise for you," he added eagerly.

"really?"

"yep! and trust me, it's a win-win. it'll totally ease the awkwardness of us reuniting after, what, 8 years without a word."

"what's the surprise? tell me, pretty please..."

"see, y/n, i know for sure you're pouting. but we're on the phone, so it has no effect on me..." Kai teased.

"fine. whatever," you chuckled. "i guess i'll have to wait and see."

"you won't have to wait long. what's your ETA?"

"hmm, i should be there around 6pm."

"sweet, i´ll be there! i'm eager to see you again, y/n" he admits, his tone softening. "it's been too long."

"yeah, it has," you agree. "i'm really looking forward to catching up."

"me too. oh, and one more thing," kai added before you could respond. "gran insisted that we picked up those pastries you like so much from dan´s bakery on our way home, so start brainstorming flavours, alright?"

"i will," you said with a smile. "tell grandma i'm excited to see her!"

"will do. see you soon!"

"see you soon, little cousin." even after hanging up the phone, your smile lingers. your little cousin kai had always been the quiet type, shy to a fault, but hearing him on the phone just now, he sounded different—more confident, somehow. it's funny how people change, you think to yourself, a sense of pride swelling in your chest as you picture kai, no longer the timid child you remember, but growing into his own. just like you had, just like everyone must have while you were away.

and that's when the grin started to fade. you're different now, you realize. you've changed. changed a lot, actually. maybe for the better, you like to hope. you've morphed into this conventionally beautiful woman, ticking off all those boxes of academic success. but deep down, that awkward little girl, the one who used to get teased and called names, she's still lurking in that beach town you're heading back to. it's like a part of you never left.

as you were mulling over all this, the train rattling on towards your destination, you hear a shy voice speaking to you.

"h-hey, sorry. i don't want it to seem like i'm eavesdropping, but is the kai you were talking to... huening kai?" he asks, his words stumbling out.

"uh, yeah," you nod slowly, somewhat caught off guard. the boy´s phone keeps insistently notifying that someone really really wants to talk to him, but he flips it over and leaves the screen facing down.

"cool! so you're y/n! i'm... oh," he stops himself, seeing how surprised you were at him knowing your name. "i must sound like a total weirdo right now, sorry. i'm soobin, i'm friends with kai."

"nice to meet you," you chuckle. "and you don't sound like a weirdo, you're good."

he smiles. "he's been going on about you coming over for the summer, huening... he's pretty hyped, i gotta say. i'm just telling you because he probably won't. he missed you."

at this, your heart melts a little. kai has always been cute in his own eccentric way. "how long have you know kai?" you ask. "i don't remember you from middle school..."

"i moved in right after you left. first year high school. huening took it pretty hard, you leaving and all. him and that other girl, yunjin. we promised to go back to geoje for the summer, so..." he begins to say, but he trails off. "they have something going on, those two... or they wish they did. ah..." rather than regretful, his grin was mischievous. "maybe i shouldn't have spilled... i don't know how close you are to huening after so much time."

"oh, no, you probably shouldn't have. he´d be mortified." you admit, amused. "but its not exactly breaking news. kai´s been crushing on yunjin since we were ten."

you share a laugh. if soobin and you were still strangers, you now at least knew that you shared two things; a cozy little beach town and a special love for teasing huening kai.

and then, he gets the call.

though he remains polite, he is clearly annoyed at the person calling him, muttering through a tight smile, "sorry, i have to take this."

"oh, of course. take it!"

he began to leave, but stopped in his tracks. "hey, honestly, you're nice to talk to and we still have a few hours of travel ahead of us." he said. "wanna meet up in the cafeteria compartment? on me!" he suggested, his grin gentle.

"sure, sounds good!" you say, returning the enthusiasm.

"great! i´ll head there as soon as i´m done with the call. see you!"

he leaves the compartment while you gather your belongings, feeling a pang of determination to at least offer to split the bill. grabbing your wallet, you make your way out.

you saunter down the narrow train aisle, the familiar hum of conversations and the rhythmic clatter of wheels against the tracks filling the air. but amidst the mundane sounds of travel, you hear the voice of soobin, coming from the closed door of the toilets, sounding a tad vexed.

"dude, seriously, you're such a pain in the ass." he says, his words slightly muffled by the restroom door. "and what am i supposed to do about it! i don't know, talk to her, ask her out, be normal if that's even possible?!"

cute. you think. one of his friends must be having girl problems. amused, you linger in the doorway, curiosity getting the better of you for just a moment longer. you even entertained yourself with the idea that the lover boy in question could be kai.

"you have got to be kidding me!" soobin´s frustration spilled over. "you've had like a hundred girlfriends since then, that's excluding the flings, and now you're acting like you're twelve! man up!"

yikes. that sounded a bit off character for huening kai. you keep supressing your laughter. apparently, your little cousin was now a man who've had a hundred girlfriends, excluding the flings.

"christ, it´s like you don't know him. huening won't mind. the boy just lacks the halo, of course he won't mind!"

oh? so he wasn't talking to huening. suddenly, the fun of the eavesdropping starts to fade away, replaced by a sinking feeling in your gut. what if huening was about to get hurt by whatever they were discussing?

but then you hear it. clearly, too. soobin mentions your name.

"that's if y/n remembers you, at all."

you recoil from the door as if it had bitten you. listening doesn't feel right anymore, invasive, even. but a nagging curiosity gnaws at you, urging to listen for just a bit longer. you press your ear against the door.

"how am i supposed to know? it was pure chance..." you hear soobin say. "well, she said her name´s y/n and her cousin is huening kai, so... no, she doesn't look like the pic. look, this is totally not my problem. to me she's just a nice girl i met on the train, i'm not taking sides, alright?" he says. "no! i'm not playing the spy for you. it´s childish. seriously man, what's gotten into you? you're supposed to be the cool one."

you're not a particularly gossipy person, bu oh how you wish you could hear the person on the other line.

"i don't know, i guess you'll find out when you talk to her." he says. "of course you´ll get to talk to her, you clown, she'll be staying here all summer!"

a pause follows.

"toddler." soobin scoffs.

another silence.

"but why?"

one more. this one slightly longer.

"...oh."

the last silence. and you guess this one goes both ways.

"well, it'll be fine. she seems nice enough. just don't freak out, alright? k. bye."

as the restroom door creaks open, you scramble away, heart pounding with a mix of confusion and adrenaline. you head to the cafeteria compartment, where you take a seat and try to make sense of it all.

pricking at the label of the water bottle you just ordered, you mull over the conversation. he was talking about you, but you don't know to whom or why. they seemed to know you from the past, they mentioned something about you remember them... and they knew huening too, so maybe it had to be a common friend. someone who knew kai, and soobin and... you? and the most important thing, they were nervous to talk to you. maybe it wasn't really a friend.

then it clicks. someone from your past, someone who perhaps hadn't treated you well before and was now trying to muster up the courage to apologise. it makes sense. or at least, it is the only way you can make sense of it.

as you think this over, soobin walks in with a gentlemanly smile you are starting to register as characteristic of his. and as you stare at him, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. whatever the conversation was about, he told the other person he didn't want to lie to you. he is a good person, or principled, at least.

"hello, again!" he smiles.

he seems nice. you don't even know him, but he seems nice. and precisely, because he seems so nice, you...

ask about it. better come clean and avoid any misunderstandings.

let it go. no hard feelings. besides, you can ask kai about it later.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 10

*Hello, everybody! We're back with another chapter/episode! This is published on March 31, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, please don't be afraid to comment, reblog, and heart it! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Vulgar language and violence. Enjoy!*

Episode Ten: The Living World

The sounds of police sirens alert Stolas.

Stolas blinks his red eyes, realizing that he’s in the alleyway of Los Angeles.

“Shit,” Stolas utters before noticing the group out of it from flying through the portal. He hurries to pull them aside in the darkness of the alleyway. Charlie is the first one to snap out of her trance to realize that she’s in the dirty alleyway full of graffiti.

“Where are we?” Charlie questions while looking around the place.

“We are in the living realm, your highness,” Stolas responds.

Moxxie and Millie manage to grasp their surroundings along with Angel, Bella, and Nifty.

Charlie smiles brightly. “Oh my gosh! This is where we get most souls from!”

“Yes, and if you don’t want them to notice our differences or be hunted down by demon hunters, you have to blend in. Like this, princess,” Stolas demonstrates by transforming into a human. “See? Although, you look like a human the most out of everyone here. Just need a little bit of make-up.”

Charlie’s red eyes sparkles. “Ooh!”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Wait, what about the rest of us?”

“Well, I’m afraid that without my Grimoire, I won’t be able to provide human disguises for you all. Although, both you and Bella can retract your limbs to make yourselves more like human. You’ll be seen as furries. I’m more worried about Nifty here.”

“What about Moxxie and Millie?” Charlie asks.

“Don’t worry about us, your highness,” Moxxie calls in a feminine tone.

The others turn their attention to Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie and Millie are dressed in casual human clothes with Moxxie wearing a black tank-top and tight black sweatpants with a cute hairstyle while Millie wears a beanie, an oversized black jersey shirt of a basketball team, and dark gray shorts that are pants to her.

Stolas stares for a moment and then nods. “See? They got it.”

Nifty looks up at Stolas with her one red eye. “Can I stab people?”

“Uh, no,” Stolas responds while taking out the backpack. “How about you get in this backpack instead, hm?”

“Ooh! Backpacks!” Nifty exclaims in excitement, jumping into the backpack.

Stolas zips up the backpack and gives it to Angel. “Here, you carry her around.”

“Ugh, fine,” Angel groans while getting the hoodie hanging on the wall besides the clothes shop and retracts his bottom two arms into his body.

Bella copies Angel and gasps in shock that she’s able to do it this whole time.

Stolas leads the group out of the alleyway. “We must look for the others. But first, let’s try to find a way for everyone to fit in. Let’s go.” They head through the city, searching for disguises for the others.

~.~

“Where are we even going?” Nora groans as Blitz is leading the group consisted of Loona, Octavia, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Fizz, and Cherri.

“There’s always campsites in these woods for humans. Maybe there’s a campsite we can stay out that might be empty with plenty of food,” Blitz responds.

“It’s been a couple of days and we haven’t eaten,” Alastor points out.

“We can always eat each other,” Rosie responds with a manaical smile.

“No, God, no! We’re not eating each other!” Blitz barks at Rosie.

Husk notices Fizz staring at the ground without looking at where they’re going. “You okay?”

Fizz shoots a glance up at Husk and sighs. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, I’ll be fine...I just...miss Oz, you know.”

Husk frowns and pats his shoulder. “I know, kid.”

“Do you think Ozzie is going to be okay?” Fizz asks Husk in concern.

“I--I don’t know,” Husk responds sadly.

Fizz notices Husk looking away. “Um, I’m sorry about Angel Dust. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“I hope so too,” Husk responds.

Nora sighs and looks up at Vaggie, who seems tensed up. “I’m sure Charlie and Bella are going to be fine.”

“I hope so too. But I swear if a hand is laid on both of them, I’ll fucking kill whoever their captors are,” Vaggie growls, not intentionally at Nora.

Nora lifts her head up with determination. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”

Vaggie looks at Nora and huffs a laugh. “Thanks, kid. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

“We’ll join you,” Sebastian says.

“Don’t worry, we are experts at burying bodies,” Eleanor reassures Vaggie. “Just don’t get on our bad side and we’ll be completely fine.”

Vaggie widens her eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel better.”

“Guys! We’re here!” Blitz announces to the group. The group looks ahead to find a camp full of teenagers doing various of extracurricular activities with camp counselors watching them.

“Ugh, teenagers. The worse,” Blitz responds with a groan.

“Not any worse than losing the one you love,” Fizz replies sadly.

Blitz glances at Fizz worriedly. “You doing okay, pal?”

“Ooh! Fresh skins and meat,” Rosie responds, showing her sharp teeth. “Let’s eat them all.”

“I’ll dice them,” Alastor says while pulling out a knife.

"We'll cook them!" Eleanor replies happily, pulling her blushing husband by her side.

“No, goddamn it!!” Blitz shouts at them. “You’re going to make a bigger mess than there already was. No. We need to blend in with the camp.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Alastor responds.

“Yeah, you, an ex-exterminator thing, and this cannibal bitch can blend in with the humans perfectly,” Blitz suggests with a small smile.

Vaggie arches a brow. "You mean fallen angel?"

"Yes, that too," Blitz says to Vaggie.

“Wait, how do you know that I’m a fallen angel--?”

“Because you’re holding a fucking angelic spear. Don’t think I don’t notice that when we first met. I don’t know how anyone in Hell didn’t catch that,” Blitz interrupts Vaggie’s sentence. “I’m surprised your girlfriend didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, she knows,” Vaggie responds.

“We all know,” Alastor adds. “We just never made any comments on it.”

“Wait, what?” Vaggie questions. “I thought I was doing a good job hiding it!”

“Not so much, I’m afraid. I’m surprised that Charlie was the last to know this,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, wait, Charlie is the last to know?! Was it that obvious?!” Vaggie questions her friends.

“Yes, my dear,” Alastor responds.

Husk raises his hand. “Hey, I was thinking of telling Charlie about you before all of this shit with the exterminators went down, but this guy here says to not say a word since we figured that Charlie might know back then.” He refers to Alastor, who has his grin stretched proudly.

“And poor Charlie becomes desperate for my help that we shook on it,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, what?” Rosie questions.

“We shook on a deal. Of course, I don’t have Charlie’s soul since she’s Hellborn,” Alastor responds with a little wave of his hand.

Before Alastor continues on to brag about it, he feels the sudden cyan chain around his neck and is pulled back into the woods.

“Okay, okay, team, we need to focus on how to blend in with the humans,” Blitz tries to get everyone’s attention.

However, Husk has witnessed Alastor being pulled back into the woods in a quick manner and Rosie is nowhere in sight.

Husk sneaks into the woods while Blitz makes a plan for the group. He hears familiar voices whispering in the woods until he manges to find Rosie and Alastor. Alastor has a cyan-colored chain around his neck. Alastor is no longer wearing his usual grin, the fear in his yellow eyes is something that Husk has never seen before. He hides behind the tree to overhear their conversation.

“What the fuck was wrong with you?” Rosie questions Alastor harshly.

“I don’t have her soul, Rosie. I would never take her soul---”

“But she’s chained to you,” Rosie snarls. “Look, you can make deals with the cyclops maid or that gambling beast, but you don’t ever touch her. That’s the contract you signed, dear Alastor. You’re supposed to make sure her hotel is running smoothly. You’re supposed to keep her safe. She is off-limits when it comes to making deals with her.”

“I swear, Rosie, I don’t have her soul,” Alastor responds, trembling in fear now.

Husk witnesses Alastor shaking like the leaves up on the trees. He has never seen Alastor this fearful before. It’s almost like a small payback for all the fear Alastor causes Husk, but Husk can’t feel any remotely happy about what Alastor going through.

“When did this dealing take place?” Rosie growls at Alastor, tugging at his chain.

“When she found out that Vaggie used to be an exterminator,” Alastor cries in fear. “She just wants to save her own damn hotel and people--”

“And you took advantage of that,” Rosie snarls. “If I ever hear or see you making deals with her again, I’m going to make sure that the legend of the Radio Demon ceases to exist. You hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I promise I will never make deals with her again!” Alastor screams in fear, his radio tone now becoming real and raw, tears streaming down his face.

“Good,” Rosie responds sadistically. The cyan chains fade from Alastor’s neck. He’s risen on his feet as his legs wobble. Rosie notices Alastor’s frown and helps him stretch the corners of his mouth into a grin.

“You know, you’re never fully dressed without a smile, dear,” Rosie says, going back to her peppy tone.

Alastor’s grin is back on his face, glued on like a mask.

Husk breathes heavily when they notice him eavesdropping them. He bolts through the woods, trying to get away from them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Husk whispers to himself, trying to run back to the group. “WAIT UP, GUYS!!”

Before he can get any attention from the group, the green chain is wrapped around his neck, causing him to slip and fall back on the ground with a yelp.

He’s being pulled back into the woods as he struggles in his chains.

Husk glances at the chains, watching Alastor pulling at them with his staff and hands.

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” Alastor responds in a threatening matter.

Husk breathes heavily. “I-I was just worried about where you both were--”

“Oh, don’t play the fucking sympathy card, Husk. You know you want to get out of my chains for a while now. I know you. I can sense you trying to get out my chains. You tried all the rings of Hell to get free from your chains, only to find yourself completely hopeless. Did you really think that I’m that stupid?!” Alastor growls at Husk, pulling his face close to his angry tone behind his glued on grin.

“P-Please--”

“You of all people should know that I always know where you are at all times. You are the only overlord that knows that has shared powers with me and you are the only overlord that knows that I’m the one on the leash. Don’t make me kill you like the rest of those overlords who cross me. I have your soul, remember?”

Husk can feel his soul being crushed, choking on the green chains. “Al, you need to break your c-chains--”

“Be fucking glad Angel isn’t here. Otherwise, I’d rip his soul right out in front of you if you ever cross me again! Slowly and painfully. Then after I kill him, I’ll kill you. I’ll make sure yours and his screams are broadcasted on my radio daily. Don’t ever fucking cross me again, you understand?” Alastor growls, his unhinged smile turns demonic.

Husk starts to tear up in fear, nodding his head quickly.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Cherri’s voice echoes behind Husk.

Alastor glances up to see Cherri standing there with her eye glaring at him. He throws Husk onto the tree next to them as he storms by her.

“You saw nothing,” Alastor snarls at Cherri and heads back to the group.

Rosie walks by Husk with a small soft look and then walks by Cherri, giving her a friendly wave.

Cherri runs by Husk, which she notices him breathing heavily in panic.

“Hey, mate, are you okay?” Cherri asks Husk in concern.

Husk starts to spiral in his mind. He can hear his heart thumping from his eardrums. He looks to the sky as if he’s trying to keep his head above the waters. He places a paw over his heart to feel his heartbeat growing faster and faster. He breathes heavier as if he has run a mile.

“Husk! Husk, what’s wrong?!” Cherri’s voice is muffled by the ringing sounds in his ears.

Husk can hear his own breathing growing rapid, clutching at the leaves on the ground with his other paw to keep himself grounded. But even grabbing at the leaves didn’t stop his mouth from becoming dry.

“W-Water--” Husk utters, his voice dry.

“Water?” Cherri questions, watching Husk gripping his chest. She stands up quick. “Stay here, I’ll get you help. Hold on!” She rushes through the woods, leaving Husk alone with nature.

Husk starts to sob, tears leaking out of his eyes. The pain in his chest worsens when he starts sobbing.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he hears Vaggie’s voice, but he can barely distinguishes the words.

“I don’t know! Alastor might have threatened him or something! I don’t know what’s going on!” Cherri’s voice echoes in his ears.

Vaggie peers into his vision, shaking his shoulder.

“Husk? Husk?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?” Vaggie calls out, her voice still muffled from the ringing in Husk’s ears.

Husk can’t even answer, tearing up more.

Vaggie takes deep breaths on her own and sits next to him. “Okay, okay, big guy. It’s okay, we’re right here.”

Cherri sits next to Husk, giving him a glass of water. “Here, I got you some water.”

Husk raises his arm up slightly, grabbing the water and drinking it with large gulps.

“Don’t drink too fast,” Vaggie cautions Husk calmly.

Husk drinks the water to help his parched throat as Cherri takes the glass from him.

“It’s okay, Husk,” Vaggie replies. “Just take deep breaths. Like this.” She shows Husk deep breaths she’s taking. Husk’s eyes move to see it, and he attempts to take deep breaths.

“There you go, big guy. You’re doing great,” Cherri replies softly. “Keep going.”

Husk takes deep slow breaths. His breathing is becoming more easy, no longer choking on air. He blinks his eyes and before finally hearing everything in nature without his ears ringing. However, he breaks down crying, hiding his face from the girls.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s going on, Husk?” Vaggie asks.

“That fucking maniac,” Husk chokes out, feeling Cherri’s hand rubbing his shoulder.

“Yeah, it seems like he threatened you,” Cherri responds. “Are you okay with telling us what happened?”

“I don’t want to remember it,” Husk whimpers, afraid to slip back to panicking.

“Okay, okay,” Vaggie responds softly. “You don’t have to say anything. Okay, just keep taking deep breaths.”

Husk keeps taking deep breaths and sobs into his thighs, earning rubs on his shoulders from both Vaggie and Cherri.

“You’re doing great, Husk,” Cherri reassures him.

“Yeah, you’re doing great,” Vaggie adds.

Husk finally calms down, looking up to see nature again. He glances at the ladies comforting him.

“You okay now?” Cherri asks.

Husk wipes his tears away and nods. “Y-Yeah.”

“Good,” Vaggie responds while looking around the woods. “The others are waiting for us. You want to wait a little or--?”

“No, I’m fine,” Husk responds, getting up from the ground. “Let’s go.”

Cherri and Vaggie got up with unsure glances at each other. They follow Husk through the woods to get back to the group.

~.~

“Okay, open your eyes,” Stolas, disguised as a human, commands excitedly after doing make-up on Charlie’s face.

Charlie opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is the reflection of her face that isn’t so pale. Her blushes are covered by the light skin foundation. Her eyes are still the same and she has her red suit still.

“Wow,” Charlie responds. “This feels weird.”

“I know. It’s something to get used to. I also have contacts to make your eyes blue,” Stolas responds while holding out blue eye contacts. “Hold still.”

Charlie did as Stolas puts blue eye contacts in her eyes. Now she’s a blonde woman with blue eyes. “Are you sure this is how normal girls look?”

“Oh believe me, your highness. It’s quite a common around here,” Stolas responds with a wave of his hand.

“Ugh, what a basic bitch,” one of the women with dark hair responds while walking by with a group of her girl friends of brunettes.

Stolas watches them pass by while chuckling nervously. “It’s still quite common around here. And must I say, you look stunning, your highness.”

Charlie smiles nervously. “Thanks.”

“Uh, I’m not sure you should go out looking like that,” Moxxie’s voice interrupts them.

Charlie and Stolas watch Angel walking out of the alleyway with a short small-size sweater that only goes down pass his chest fluff barely. He has a white and pink shirt underneath it with tight shorts wrapped around his thighs. He still has his high heels on, clicking on the concrete.

“How do I look, Charls? Do I look sexy or somewhat blending in to everyone in society?” Angel says, striking various of poses.

Moxxie steps out with Angel and looking at him up and down. “Angel, this could attract attention from other people. We are looking to blend in, not attract attention.”

“Bitch, I attract attention 24/7, what the hell are you talking about?” Angel responds with a sassy tone.

Moxxie sighs in discouragement while slapping a palm against his forehead.

“Ooh!” Angel gasps and looks at Charlie. “This sweaters got a hoodie and look!”

He tilts his head down and pushes up the small cat ears on the hoodie while saying, “Meow, meow.”

Stolas arches a brow in confusion. “Uh.”

“I can be Husky’s twin!” Angel responds happily. “The only thing missin’ is the red color. Which I got!”

Angel whips out the red bandana and wraps it around his eye that has only purple pupils while leaving his normal eye alone. “Bam! Now our colors are matched.”

Bella stumbles out of the alleyway, her make-up done to look somewhat normal and wearing a hoodie to cover her blonde pigtails.

Millie smiles while walking out with the little girl. “Look who’s ready to fit in!”

Bella has an oversized navy blue hoodie with blue pants.

“AWWWW!!!” Charlie coos. “You are so adorable.” She picks Bella up with a hug.

Stolas straightens up, smiling to see Charlie hugging Bella like a mother and a daughter relationship. “Aw, it’s nice to see this relationship grow, wait, where’s Nifty?”

“In this backpack,” Angel shows the cute Mickey Mouse brand backpack.

“Heh-heh, I want to kill someone,” Nifty responds with a maniacal chuckle.

“That’s a no,” Angel responds. “Now, let’s go find Husky and the others!” Angel skips off to look for Husk.

“Off we go then,” Stolas responds while the group follows after Angel.

Charlie carries Bella in her arms as Bella looks up at her with a frown.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bella replies in a croaked tone.

Charlie glances down at her. “For what?”

“F-For lying.”

Charlie frowns and cradles her more. “I know why you did.”

“Do you hate me now?”

“No, sweetheart,” Charlie responds. “I don’t hate you. You are still cherished by me and Vaggie. We still want to adopt you now more than ever to get you out of that abusive environment. If you want to, of course--”

Bella hugs Charlie, cuddling her head. “Can I call you Mommy and call Vaggie Mama?”

Charlie smiles. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Stolas overhears the conversation with a soft gaze at Charlie and Bella. Then he frowns and takes out his gold pocketwatch and opens it to see the picture of him and his daughter as a child. A sigh escapes his lips.

“Don’t worry, Via, we’ll find you and the others,” Stolas replies to himself.

~.~

Blitz puts on his yellow polo shirt in the cabin outside of the camp. “Alright, fuckers! We got shit to do and cabins to take over.”

“It would all be easier if we kill some mindless teens and counselors,” Alastor responds, wearing the camp counselor uniform with a deadpan stare despite his stretched grin.

“And eat them and their corpses,” Rosie responds with a small smile in her own camp counselor uniform.

“For the last fucking time, that’s a no!” Blitz scolds both of them.

“Do we really have to wear these costumes?” Husk responds, noticing the tightness around his shoulders and arms while wearing the uniform.

“Just pretend to be the main mascot since this mostly a black cat in the hat thing--”

“I don’t look anything like that thing!” Husk responds while holding up the poster picture of a live action version of Cat in the Hat.

“Hey, these uniforms ain’t that bad,” Cherri responds, noticing the tightness of her rear from the tan shorts and the yellow polo shirt tuck into it. She has a ball-cap on backwards. “I’m definitely going to fuck up this campsite with explosives.”

“If you want to have any hope of taking shelter in the cabins, then don’t blow shit up,” Blitz responds.

“Aww,” Cherri responds dejectedly.

Vaggie looks at her yellow polo shirt, realizing how tight the shirt is around her breasts and the shorts are around her rear. “Well, shit.”

Blitz peeks out the cabin doors. “Alright, Operation Camping Trip is a go. Loona, do your stuff.”

Loona transforms herself into a human.

“Hey, Dad taught me this trick, watch,” Octavia responds, turning herself into a human with her outfit being the same, but she has a rounder face and smoother jawline.

“Shit, that’s cool,” Loona gasps in fascination.

“Yeah, you both look good,” Blitz compliments with a bright smile. “Now, let’s get out there and blend in the crowd.”

Fizz arches a brow since he’s the only one without the uniforms on. “What about me?”

“You get to entertain the kids by being the clown,” Blitz responds.

“Fuck you,” Fizz argues with Blitz.

“Fuck you, first,” Blitz responds with a smirk.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t kill these vulnerable targets?” Alastor replies while holding up one of the five naked camp counselors by his matted hair. Alastor places a knife against the camp counselor’s throat.

“And then we can eat their flesh for food,” Rosie brings up.

“For fuck’s sake, do I have to put you two on a leash?!” Blitz responds with the sass.

“Let’s just go,” Loona replies to Octavia as both of the girls walk out disguised as humans. Husk follows after them with Fizz and Cherri. Rosie and Blitz exit next, leaving Vaggie alone with Alastor.

Vaggie swiftly turns to Alastor. “What the fuck did you say to Husk earlier?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear?” Alastor questions Vaggie.

“Cherri says that you’ve threatened Husk over something. What were you threatening Husk over?” Vaggie probes with a snarl.

“Oh, please, there’s nothing wrong,” Alastor reassures Vaggie.

“Then the why the hell is Husk having a panic attack after your talk with him?” Vaggie asks with a snarl.

“Husk is getting emotional lately. Maybe that’s his problem, not mine,” Alastor responds, walking passed her.

She turns around to watch Alastor walking away. “Ugh, that fucker.”

She exits the cabin and shut the door, leaving five passed out naked camp counselors to rot.

~.~

Stolas, Charlie, Bella, Millie, Moxxie, Angel, and Nifty are exploring around the city.

Charlie shows Bella the restaurants with all the same kinds the same food.

Moxxie and Millie explores the shops around the area with Millie holding a lingerie with a smirk at her husband, who’s blushing in the store.

Angel tries to see out of his one eye, but when he sees the porn stores, his eyes widen in shock at all the naked women on the posters. He frowns at the state they’re in until one buff man rushes by Angel.

“Nice tits, slut!” the man responds while slapping the ‘tits’ on Angel’s chest. The man freezes for a moment as soon as he feels fluffy fur under the tight small cat-hoodie. Angel clenches his jaw and then starts slapping the man around as an act.

“You listen here, fuckhead!” Angel sasses. “You better not touch my body unless you’re my boyfriend!”

“Uhhh, can I be your boyfriend?” the guy responds.

“Uh, a hard no, asshole,” Angel replies with his hands on his hips. “Now get the fuck away before I slap the shit out of ya.”

Nifty pops out from the bag with a psychotic smile, holding a knife, and frothing in the mouth. “And I get to fuckin’ kill ya!”

The man screams at Nifty and runs away, leaving them in awkward silence.

“Sooo, is Husk your boyfriend?” Nifty asks.

“Get back in the bag,” Angel responds with a blush.

Nifty shrinks back into the bag obediently.

Unbeknownst to the group, there are two agents, one male and one female. Both of the agents spot Moxxie and Millie.

“Holy shit, those guys are demons we captured a long time ago,” the male agent, Jasper, gasps in shock.

“Let’s fuckin’ get ‘em,” the female agent, Josephin, responds.

The agents hurry towards Moxxie and Millie. Before the imp couple can react to being snuck up on, they are tased by Jasper and Josephin.

Stolas turns to notice the imp couple being dragged off by the agents. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” Charlie asks with Bella in her arms, approaching by Stolas and turning to look at what he’s looking at. She gasps when she sees Millie and Moxxie being dragged off.

“It’s those demon hunters again,” Stolas growls and storms through the crowd to get to them, but they are gone with Millie and Moxxie by the time they reach the spot where they saw the imp couple get taken.

“Shit!” Stolas curses.

Angel approaches the group with Nifty peeking out of the bag. “What happened?”

“Moxxie and Millie are taken,” Charlie answers Angel.

“Shit, really?” Angel questions in fear.

“This is the reason why we try to blend in with the human society as much as possible. The demon hunters are coming after the likes of us,” Stolas explains to the group.

“Then we need to get to them,” Charlie determines.

“I think I know where they might be taken. Chop-Chop, we got to get them,” Stolas responds as he leads the group to go after the agents that captured Moxxie and Millie.

~.~

Loona, Octavia, and Nora are fitting in with the students while Eleanor and Sebastian hides in the bushes from the sidelines to make sure Nora is okay.

However, Octavia has a crumpled up paper thrown at her. She blinks in confusion and looks at the paper to see the words written: “You’re hot.”

Octavia blinks in confusion and looks to see one of the teen boys waving at her to get her attention as if he’s the one who threw the paper at her. She blushes and hides herself under the beanie.

Nora notices this and looks at the note. Then she glares at the teen boy who throws the crumpled paper at her. “TELL THAT TO HER FACE, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”

Octavia widens her eyes in shock.

Loona hurries into the scene to back Nora away from the teen boys. “Okay, let’s not start a scene here.”

Vaggie watches over the girls to make sure they’re okay until one of the camp counselors smacks her on the butt.

She throws a glare over at the buff guy. “What the fuck?!”

“Can’t help but think you’re hot, toots,” one guy responds with a smirk.

“Ew, I already have a girlfriend,” Vaggie responds with a snarl.

“Yeah, a girl that’s a friend.”

“No, that’s my spouse, dumbass,” Vaggie replies.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” the buff guy says as he leans closer to where his chest almost touches her breasts.

Husk gets in between Vaggie and the buff guy and pushes him away from her. “She says she’s already in a relationship, fuckhead. So why don’t you go scampering back to your buddies and get the fuck over yourself?”

The buff guy laughs at Husk. “Do you wanna fight?”

“Husk, no,” Vaggie groans.

“Give me your best shot, bitch,” Husk responds with a growl.

The guy throws a punch at Husk, who dodges and uses his claws to scratch up the guy in the torso. The guy stumbles back and catches some blood leaking from his wounds.

“What the--?”

Husk kicks the man in the face, knocking some of his teeth out. The man falls back onto the ground. Husk looks up to find other camp counselors looking at him in fear and shock.

Vaggie sighs with her fists on her hips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Blitz notices the scene unfolding. “Husk, my guy, you need to--” Suddenly, Blitz has been tased by one of the agents with sunglasses and suit.

Husk gasps to see the agents dragging Blitz away as he charges after the agents by spreading his wings and flying towards them.

“Husk, wait!” Vaggie calls, but Husk doesn’t hesitate and attempts to pick the agent that is dragging Blitz away.

Vaggie is ready to spread her wings until she sees Husk getting caught in the net.

Fizz and Cherri sees this from the other side of the camp with gasps.

Husk is pulled into the mysterious vehicle along with Blitz.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts before watching the vehicle taking off with Blitz and Husk instead of it. “Shit!”

Alastor, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Nora, Loona, and Octavia approach behind Vaggie. Cherri and Fizz hurry beside Vaggie.

“Shit!” Vaggie curses.

“How unfortunate,” Alastor responds with a sigh.

“Where the hell are they taking them?” Cherri responds.

Vaggie spreads her wings. “I’m gonna follow ‘em.”

“Yay! I’ll join!” Cherri responds.

“I’m in,” Fizz replies, ready to fight.

Octavia steps out from the group. “Can I come?”

“Sure,” Loona says. “I can sniff out their trail.”

Vaggie nods. “Good. Loona, you take the ground. I’ll take the skies. The rest of you stay at the camp. We’ll be back with Blitz and Husk.”

“Oh, not like we have amazing abilities that might help our friends out,” Rosie responds with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Alastor replies to his female friend. “There’s some entertainment we can do while we’re here.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Rosie responds.

Nora steps up. “Can I come?”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Sebastian warns.

“It’s safer for you to stay,” Eleanor adds.

“Yeah, I would stay with your parents, kid,” Vaggie suggests. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back with the others.” She looks at Loona, Octavia, Cherri, and Fizz. “C’mon.”

Vaggie flies up to the sky while Loona changes into her hellhound form and tracks down Husk’s and Blitz’s scents, getting Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia to follow after Loona.

They rush off into the woods, hoping to catch the silver truck.

~.~

Blitz groans awake from his knock-out and realizes that he’s in a lone room, tied to someone else. He looks over his shoulder to see Millie and Moxxie tied with him, blacked out.

“Oh, shit, Mox! Mills! Thank God, you’re both alive!” Blitz says in relief, struggling in his bonds. “We’re in this shithole again. We--”

The doors open, interrupting Blitz’s sentences. Blitz looks up to see the familiar two agents approaching them. “Oh, goddamnit, it’s you two again!”

“Been a while,” Jasper responds with a chuckle.

“Fuck you,” Blitz growls, hearing Mox and Millie groaning awake. “What do you want from us this time?”

“Oh, we just want you here until a certain higher-ups in the city come and check you out. We have footages of your existence, so they’re coming down here to see you. You three are the main attraction after all,” Josephin says with a growl.

“Well, shit,” Blitz utters in fear.

“Yeah, we still don’t know if your cat, uh, bird thing is part of your world but we got him since he’s fighting one of us,” Jasper blurts out.

“Oh shit,” Blitz gasps in fear. “Where did you put him?!”

“Somewhere you’ll never find him,” Josephin says with a snarl.

Meanwhile, Husk is trapped in the other room, being interrogated by another agent, who’s a bodybuilder type guy with gray hair.

“Soooo, what are you?” the guy asks.

“I don’t fucking know, man,” Husk responds, struggling in his binds.

“You have to know what kind of...species you are,” the man responds.

“Look, man, it’s been a rough past couple of days,” Husk begins with a groan. “So, why don’t you cut me loose and we can call it a day?”

“No can do,” the agent growls. “If you won’t tell us the truth of who you really are, then we’re going to have to use excessive force.”

“Excessive force? That better not be a sex innuendo,” Husk groans when he watches the agent leave the room. Unbeknownst to Husk, the agent presses the button that unleashes the ‘truth’ gas.

Husk watches the gas leak from the ground and the ceiling. “Oh, fuck, this is much worse. Hey! What the fuck is this--?!”

Husk’s vision changes to where his head is above the black waters. He starts to breathe heavily, trying to swim around the water until he feels the chain wrapped around his throat. He screams as he’s taken underwater, kicking his feet until everything goes black around him.

Husk reopens his eyes and notices that he’s laying in the middle of the meadow. He raises his head up and looks around to find the colorful butterflies around him. He blinks and looks to see Angel sitting on the large tree trunk in the middle of the woods, playing with the butterflies.

He groans and stands up, limping towards Angel. Angel is in his gold dress with his fur shiny in the sunlight.

“A-Angel?” Husk recognizes Angel.

Angel glances over his shoulders and smiles. “Hi, Husky.”

Husk looks around them and then shifts his gaze back to Angel. “Are we...redeemed?”

Angel turns to look at him. “No, silly. Not yet at least. Have a seat next to me.”

Husk takes a seat next to him, watching the butterflies. “Where are we then if this isn’t Heaven?”

“It can be Heaven if you want it to be,” Angel responds with a small smile.

Husk hears the music starting as Angel gets up from the tree trunk.

Then he watches his angel start singing beautifully in the melody.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Sleeping next to strangers,

But none of them felt so real compared to you.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk blinks in confusion and notices Angel offering his top hand out while singing.

“Fate has planned out my destiny, punishing me for my sins.

Yet you believe in me when I didn’t believe in myself, baby.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk takes Angel’s hand as he’s pulled up to his feet. Both Angel and Husk starts to dance together while Angel singing his chorus.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.”

Angel uses his bottom hands to hold Husk’s while his top set of his hands caress Husk’s fluffy cheeks, crooning.

“I wish you can see how much I want you.

Has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk’s heart starts to flutter as they start dancing in the middle of the meadow, their surroundings becoming brighter.

Angel continues singing, his top set of his arms resting over Husk’s shoulders.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Pleasuring the wrong people.

But being with you has never been so real.

So, tell me are you feeling the same?”

Husk starts to nod his head, getting lost in Angel’s eyes. Angel hugs Husk, letting his arms wrap around his waist and his neck. Husk rests his chin on Angel’s shoulder as he continues to sing.

“Oh, you don’t have to fight so hard.

Baby, I’m right here when you need me.

All I want is who you are.

You’re a dream come true.”

Husk relaxes in Angel’s hold, hearing Angel’s voice singing his ears as he continues to dance.

“I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.

I wish you can see how much I want you.

Baby, has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk purrs while Angel pulls him away and puts him back on the ground. Then he starts to dance with him through the woods, butterflies fluttering around them as Angel sings the bridge of his song.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t want jewelry and diamonds,

When we can watch the sunrise.

Please, know how much I want you.

Love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord.

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Angel and Husk dance together, staring into each other’s eyes before Angel sings his final verse.

“Oh, please know how much I want you.

Baby, love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord,

When you can the last sinner left for me.”

From the outside of the smoke-filled interrogation room, Husk appears more calm without saying anything revealing to the agent, which confuses the agent.

“Uh, what the fuck?” the agent utters.

~.~

Blitzo and Millie starts chewing on their binds like wild animals much to Moxxie’s protest.

“Guys, we’re not going to get out of this,” Moxxie responds, trying to get out of his own binds.

“We’re going to have to try, Mox,” Millie responds, kicking her feet.

“Good luck with freeing yourselves, bitches!” Josephin says while maniacally laughing.

Meanwhile, Vaggie breaks into the agency and slides into the vent with Loona, Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia behind her.

“We’re in...though there’s not many agents around here surprisingly,” Vaggie responds.

“Oh yeah, we killed them all last time,” Loona states nonchalantly. “There might be only a few guarding this place.”

“Hopefully they’re not trained in combat,” Fizz says.

“Oh, they are,” Loona responds.

“That’s not helping,” Fizz quips.

Cherri wraps her arms around Fizz. “Don’t worry, I’ll blow them up.”

They hear creaking sounds.

“What the fuck is that?” Vaggie utters in fear before seeing Charlie, Bella, Angel, and Nifty jump into the room with Stolas behind them. “Holy shit! Charlie! Bella!”

Charlie and Bella notices Vaggie with gasps.

“Vaggie!”

“Mama!!!” Bella cries with her croaked voice.

Vaggie hugs both Bella and Charlie, kissing their faces to say she misses them. “I miss you both so much!”

“We miss you too, sweetheart,” Charlie utters while cuddling her girlfriend.

Octavia gasps when she sees Stolas. “Dad!”

Stolas and Octavia run towards each other, transforming themselves back to their original forms as owls with red eyes. They hug each other tightly.

“I thought I lost you,” Octavia utters tearfully.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Stolas responds while examining her face. “Are you hurt?”

Octavia shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Good,” Stolas responds softly.

Fizz jumps into Charlie’s arms. “Charlie! Thank God, you’re alive! How’s Ozzie?”

Charlie’s face distorts into a horror expression when asked about Ozzie. Remembering how Ozzie is tied down to the chair along with her father and Bee, getting their powers sucked out of them. She tries to form the words, but she doesn’t know how to tell Fizz.

“Charlie...is Ozzie okay?” Fizz asks almost desperately.

Charlie almost breaks down crying, comforted by Bella and Vaggie.

They hear footsteps coming to the front entrance.

“Shit, someone’s coming,” Vaggie utters in fear.

“Don’t worry, we can take them,” Loona responds.

“We still need to go after Blitz and Husk,” Cherri replies.

“Wait, Husk is here too?” Angel gasps in concern.

Stolas glances at Angel. “Angel, Nifty, you find Husk. Via and I will find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.” Stolas looks at Charlie, Loona, Vaggie, Bella, Cherri, and Fizz. “Can you handle them?”

“Yep, we can,” Charlie responds, her eyes turning red with white pupils, pushing her blue contact lenses out of her eyes and shakes the make-up off of her pale face.

“Good,” Stolas says and looks at his daughter. “C’mon, Via, I have a new lesson for you about your powers.”

“Ooh,” Octavia gasps in fascination as she goes with her father to find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.

“I’ll be back with Husky,” Angel responds with Nifty in the backpack, crawling through the vent.

“We’ll hold ‘em back for you, mate!” Cherri responds as the doors open, revealing more agents.

The agents charge at the group as the group left behind fights the agents off, leaving behind bloody messes.

~.~

Blitz struggles in his bond. “Fuck! We’re dead!”

Moxxie and Millie tries to get out of the ropes until Josephin laughs at their futile attempts.

“Soon enough, your whole existence will be broadcasted and people are going to believe us once and for all---”

The shadow hurries towards Josephin, possessing her.

“Uh, agent Josephin--” Jasper calls for his partner before seeing her head turn a 180 degree.

“Now, it’s your turn, Via.” Josephin speaks in Stolas’ voice.

“Uh, who--?” The shadow of Octavia possesses Jasper, struggling to control him.

“Dad, he’s a little hard to control,” Octavia says through Jasper’s voice.

“Don’t worry, he’ll succumb to your control eventually, my owlette,” Stolas responds while possessing Josephin.

It is then that Octavia manages to be in control of Jasper.

“Good,” Stolas replies in Josephin’s voice. “Now, watch this.”

Stolas, possessing Josephin, pushes the button. He controls her to come into the interrogation room, and Octavia follows suit of controlling Jasper into the room.

“What the fuck?” Blitz utters as he sees their ropes getting untied.

“Hello, Blitzy, miss me?” Stolas teases with Josephin’s voice, getting out of her body. Josephin’s body collapses on the floor, blacking out.

Blitz smiles in relief. “Stolas!” He leaps into Stolas’ arms. “Thank God, you’re alive!”

Octavia manages to phase out of Jasper’s body, letting him fall over and blacking out.

Moxxie and Millie stands up from their bounds.

“Where are the others?” Moxxie asks Stolas.

“Fighting the other agents at the front. Want to join them?” Stolas questions the imps.

“Oh hell yeah,” Blitz responds with a smirk at his tall boyfriend.

~.~

Husk and Angel chases each other through the fields, laughing together after Angel’s song.

“You have such a pretty voice,” Husk compliments.

“Why thank you, baby,” Angel replies.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Husk utters.

Angel smiles softly. “It can be.” He offers his hand again. “Take my hand and we can stay together like this forever. It can be whatever you want, baby.”

Husk is about to take Angel’s hand again until he hears the last sentence. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”

“It can be whatever you want, baby,” Angel repeats himself.

Husk backs away from Angel, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Shit...you’re not...you’re not real.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“None of this is real,” Husk says tearfully. “I know where we are now. We’re in my fantasy. It’s so goddamn obvious.”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Husk. Are you okay?”

“You’re not the real Angel. You’re just in my head,” Husk responds, backing away from Angel creeping closer. “This is not the Angel I know of. Someone who makes sex jokes all the time. Someone who pretends to like whisky, but really, he wants a fucking martini. Someone who vents about how much Valentino treats him like shit. The real Angel would only say that if he’s wearing a fucking mask so that he can please everyone else. But he would never be like that around me!”

Angel blinks in surprise at Husk’s words.

“I want the real Angel. The real Angel who’s not afraid to get bloody. The one who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. And I don’t mean that sexually. He’s the one who has grown more than what this dream shows. I want the real Angel back! I love that motherfucker!”

Husk gasps in realization, not aware that his surroundings are turning darker. “Holy shit.” He looks up at Angel, watching him almost torn apart. He sees tentacles taking over the environment. “Wait a minute. Angel isn’t the reason why I’m having these emotions. I mean, he’s part of it. My love...is the reason why these tentacles come up. Ever since we start opening up, there’s something pouring into me. Almost like all of these emotions are coming back to me the more I got closer to him.”

Husk feels the chain wrapped around his neck. “But I never got to tell him that at the mansion.” He starts tearing up, trembling. “What if he’s dead? Oh, God, no, Angel.”

He collapses on his knees, watching Angel disappearing into butterflies. “Oh, God, Angel. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Oh, God, please don’t die, Angel. Please, please.”

Husk starts sobbing in his dreams.

From the outside of the interrogation room, Husk is crying in his binds.

The agent blinks in confusion while eating popcorn. “Uh--” The agent is stabbed through the head by Nifty’s knife, causing him to fall back. The real Angel steps over his body.

“Nice one, Nifty,” Angel compliments before slamming the button to suck the gas out of the room. He opens the door and hurries to Husk, untying him.

“Husk, Husk, are you awake?” Angel questions urgently.

Husk flutters his eyes open, tears edging out of his eyes. “A-Angel?”

“Hey, Husky,” Angel replies while caressing Husk’s face to wipe away his tears.

“A-Angel?” Husk sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what, silly?” Angel questions.

“For not--for not telling you how I truly feel about you before you died. For not telling I love you before you’re gone,” Husk says while sobbing.

Angel blushes and looks at Husk in confusion. He glances at Nifty, who shrugs her shoulders. Then he darts his gaze back at Husk.

“Bitch, I’m still alive!” Angel shouts at Husk, attempting to snap him out of it.

Husk groans, rubbing his eyes. “W-What?”

Angel lifts Husk up on his back with his face over his shoulder. He extends his bottom set of arms to hold Husk’s legs. “C’mon, Whiskers, let’s get you out of here.”

As Angel strides out of the interrogation, Husk gasps in shock.

“Shit, you are the real Angel,” Husk responds.

“The one and only. Now let’s bust-a-move,” Angel says while Nifty follows after them.

~.~

Angel hurries to the front of the agency while carrying Husk on his back and Nifty following his trail. “We’re almost there!”

Angel finally arrives at the scene to see most of the agents dead with their friends standing over the bloodied bodies.

Blitz shoots the last human trying to get up and looks at Angel, Husk, and Nifty. “Oh shit, hey, we totally didn’t slaughter them.”

Charlie’s smile brightens to see Husk. “Husk! Are you okay?”

“The gas fucked up my brain,” Husk groans, resting his chin on Angel’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s get the fuck out of here--”

The doors locked, interrupting Blitz’s sentence.

“SHIT! Not again!” Blitz screeches in shock.

Josephin and Jasper approach the scene with their guns.

“You demons need to stand down--!”

The black spikes stab through Josephin and Jasper in the chests. They fall forward, revealing Alastor behind them. His grin is stuck on his face. Alastor steps forward in between two dead agents.

“You’re welcome,” Alastor responds with chuckle.

Charlie smiles in excitement.

“I thought I told you to stay at the camp,” Vaggie replies with a groan.

“I got bored,” Alastor responds. “Besides, we got a camp we can take over now.”

“Wait, really?” Moxxie asks.

“Yes,” Alastor answers. “Should we be heading back?”

“I guess,” Vaggie replies.

“Alright, let’s go!” Alastor determines, pushing the button to unlock the front doors.

~.~

The group are taking paths back to the camp, led by Alastor.

Vaggie looks to see Charlie holding her hand while Bella is on her back. She cuddles her head against Charlie’s, the two women showing affection towards each other.

Cherri notices Fizz staring into space, seeming to be deep in thought about something. She frowns to realize that he must be worrying about Ozzie. She places a hand on Fizz’s metal shoulder.

“It’s alright, mate. We’ll find a way back to get Ozzie,” Cherri comforts Fizz.

Fizz starts to tear up. “How are we going to save him?"

“I don't know,” Cherri says solemnly.

Angel holds Husk’s legs while looking over his shoulder to find Husk falling asleep on his shoulder. A soft smile corners his face as he pets Husk’s head with his top hand, hearing Husk purrs at the touch.

Angel blushes to hear Husk purring and chuckles lightly.

“You like that?” Angel asks seductively.

Husk snaps open his eyes. “What?”

“What?” Angel responds.

Husk blinks his eyes to find they are deep in the woods. “We should be almost there.”

“Yeah,” Angel replies, his face red.

Nifty, Loona, and Octavia walk with Blitzo, Stolas, Moxxie, and Millie.

“Boy, what a day,” Blitz ignites the conversation. “We nearly died today.”

“That’s nothing new, sir,” Moxxie responds.

“Yep,” Millie drones in agreement with her husband.

“I say that it’s been an exciting adventure. The princess of Hell has never been to the living world, so it’s fun to show her the new realm,” Stolas replies.

Octavia stays close to her father with a small smile on her face.

“Glad we don’t have to deal with those demon hunters again,” Loona brings up.

“There might be more in different cities,” Moxxie states logically.

“Well, for what is worth, we might never be bothered again by the humans,” Alastor replies.

The others reach the campsite, which appears to be a bloody crime scene without any detectives and police involve.

“What the fuck?!” Blitz shouts in shock.

Rosie appears with blood all over her dress while Eleanor and Sebastian are burying the dead bodies of teens and camp counselors. “Oh, hello, Al!”

“What the fuck is this?!” Blitz shouts at Alastor.

“I did say that I grew bored,” Alastor replies.

“We’re having dinner tonight!” Rosie announces as she holds up a pot of with blood and limbs inside.

“Ah, there’s food that will satisfy our stomachs,” Alastor responds with a smile.

Blitz glances up at Alastor. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Husk hops off of Angel’s back and walks away. “Eh, I’ll just go. I’m not hungry.”

Blitz sighs before getting out his phone. “That’s it, we’re ordering pizza.”

“Sir, there’s no connection out here,” Moxxie informs quick.

“Then I’ll make some connection!” Blitz responds while walking away to order some pizza.

“Aw, you’re going to hurt Eleanor's feelings,” Sebastian responds.

Nora comes out while noticing Bella. She gasps and hurries to her.

Bella hops off of Charlie’s back.

“BELLA!” Nora calls before flying into Bella, picking her up and spinning her around. “I didn’t think I’m going to see you again.”

Bella smiles and hugs Nora. “Me too.”

Nora breaks away from Bella when she hears her croaked voice. She puts her down on her feet. “Are you okay?”

Bella nods in reassurance, cornering small smile.

Nora blushes at the way she’s holding Bella and lets go. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Bella replies with a blush.

Vaggie notices the exchange between Bella and Nora, widening her eye in shock at Nora’s change of demeanor around her adopted daughter. Then a smirk comes on her face.

“Well, how about that?” Vaggie mutters to herself. She looks to see Charlie tearing up at their interaction.

“They’re so cute,” Charlie utters.

Vaggie pats on her girlfriend’s back. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”

Blitz comes back to the group. “Got the pizzas! Should be arriving in about a hour or so.”

“Wonderful,” Stolas cheers.

~.~

Husk sits by the lake, watching his reflection in the water. His ears twitch to hear the voices at the campsite interacting.

He hears footsteps approaching him. He turns to look up at Angel, who has a plate of two pieces of pepperoni pizza.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Angel replies, sitting on the shore next to Husk.

Husk takes a slice and nibbles on it. “Thanks.”

Angel smiles and nods as he eats his own slice. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Husk glances at the full moon reflecting in the water, gazing up only to see a few clouds drifting by. “Yeah, it is.”

They exchange glances at each other until they blush at the sight of each other. Then they face back at the horizon.

“So, what was up with that gas that made you think I’m dead?” Angel asks in curiosity.

“I thought you were for a while,” Husk responds. “Even before the gas.”

Angel frowns for a moment until he smiles. “Nope. Still alive and kicking. It’s going to take a lot more than bullets and beat-downs to kill me.”

“Please, don’t talk like that.”

Angel blinks in shock at Husk getting teary-eyed. “Oh, shit. You know I’m just flexing.”

“What if we get separated next time? What if those bastards kill you?” Husk questions, starting to get emotional. “What if Al hurts you?”

“Hey, hey, Al won’t hurt me--”

“He threatens to take your life at least twice!” Husk shouts, causing Angel to wince in surprise. He softens his gaze and sighs. “Shit. I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry. I don't know what's gotten over me lately. I'm sorry.”

Angel looks at the calm waters. After a brief moment of silence, he sighs. “Anthony.”

“What?”

“My real name is Anthony,” Angel responds. “Someone oughta know at some point.”

Husk is silent for a moment until he smiles softly. “Henry.”

Angel and Husk exchange gazes, scooting closer.

“I always wonder something, Henry.”

“Hm?”

“What were you like when you’re alive?”

Husk ponders for a moment and shrugs. “I was a lonely man and I died a lonely man. Gambling, drinking, and casinos are the only things I know in life. Never had relationships. Well, besides the ones who are just broads looking for cash by pretending to love and care about you. Eventually, you date enough of them to see right through them.”

“Shit, man,” Angel gasps.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a chuckle. Then he looks up at Angel. “So, how about you, Anthony? What were you like when you’re alive? Are you just as horny alive as you are dead?”

Angel huffs a laugh. “Yeah. You guessed it. Family didn’t like the fact that I preferred cocks, so they disowned me. And of course, human me is devastated that he hopes to escape by taking a street drug. And...that’s how I made it to Hell.”

Husk frowns. “I’m sorry.”

Angel waves his hand. “It’s a long time ago. Besides, I never thought I come back to the living world. I miss it when everything is not on fire.”

“You and me both,” Husk responds. “And demons are not running amuck killing other people.”

“And be exterminated by exterminators,” Angel adds.

“Can’t forget that.”

They look up at the stars.

“Were you lying?” Angel asks Husk.

“Lying? About what?”

“About you loving me.”

Husk softens his gaze at him and shakes his head. “No...I’ve been feeling it for a while.”

There is a brief silence with Angel widening his eyes in shock.

“But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. I’m just an old man anyway--”

"You know, age gaps haven’t stop me from hitting on someone before,” Angel says with a smirk. "Besides I think we're about the same age. I think. Don't quote me on that. But even with a thirty-year gap, I still would hit that."

Husk huffs a laugh. “Don’t make me summon the tentacles.”

“Ooh, are you going to use them on me, daddy~? It's still kinky.”

"Shut up." Husk chuckles.

Angel giggles for a moment and looks at Husk, noticing the way his eyes reflect the stars and the moon. He blushes at the sight as the soft music comes up. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing.

“Sometimes I question my own belonging.

When I see you everyday at the hotel, I feel like I’m flying.

You’re a loser, but hey, I’m a loser too.”

Husk huffs up a small laugh when Angel mentions that they’re both losers, which lets Angel continue singing.

“And I am lost, hoping you would be my star.

That will guide me into your arms.

But the hard reality is, we are both chained.”

Husk frowns while rubbing around his throat. Angel smiles and stands up, offering his two hands.

“I’m just a sex addict.

You’re just a gambler.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Husk takes Angel’s hands and is pulled up to dance with him. Angel gazes into Husk’s eyes as he continues to sing softly.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can love me for myself?

You’re a dream come true, a dream come true.

You are what I’ve been waiting for.”

Husk blushes at the words while he’s twirled around by one of Angel’s hands.

“It gets me high, it gets me fucking high.

You have brought a new side of me.”

Husk dances with Angel, listening to the music while he starts to sing after Angel.

“I thought I had no one to love, no one to care about me.

You came along and turned my world upside-down.”

Angel smiles softly at Husk with a blush while Husk continues to sing.

“But I thought it was all too good to be true, so easy to grasp.

And you would be crazy to fall for someone like me.”

Husk sweeps up Angel’s legs, carrying him up in a bridal style. He takes off, flapping his wings through the air as he sings to Angel.

“‘Cause I’m just a bartender.

You’re just an actor.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Angel lets his hand touch the water, making a path of dispersing waves in his touch as Husk continues to sing.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can see someone to love in me.

You’re so lovely, you’re so lovely, baby.

You are the light in the dark.

You’re so heavenly, you’re so heavenly.

Can’t believe an angel like you brought out a new side of me!”

Husk flies up higher, disappearing in the clouds while both him and Angel starts singing together.

“And all I want is to be with you.

And all I want is to escape with you.

I can’t imagine my life without you.

Is it possible to break these chains?”

Angel croons in concern for Husk.

“Is it possible?”

Husk responds with a singing voice.

“I don’t know.”

Angel and Husk sings finally together.

“Tell me is it possible!”

Husk and Angel starts to dance in the skies, with the full moon behind them. Then they start singing together.

“We’re just losers, baby!

We’re just freaks!

But that’s what connects us, baby!

Oh, was it foolish for us to believe

That we can enter paradise like this?

When you’re here, baby, it’s crystal clear!

We are where we are meant to be!

You’re so wonderful, so wonderful, baby!

You bring out the best in me!

Oh, it’s heavenly, it’s heavenly!

Our new sides are changed forever

‘Cause now I see you.”

Husk holds Angel as he flaps his wings to keep himself in the air. Angel holds his waist with his bottom set of arms. The music has grown soft, letting the two sing together.

“Now that I see you.”

Angel caresses Husk’s fluffy cheeks. Husk leans forward and kisses Angel softly on the lips. Angel gasps into the soft tender kiss and melts into instantly.

They both pull away, their half-lidded eyes stare at each other’s lips temporarily until their eyes move into their eyes.

Husk blushes all the sudden. “Shit. I didn’t even ask if you want to kiss!”

Angel snorts. “Pfft, Husk--”

“I didn’t mean to lean forward so suddenly. Was that too much or was that--?”

“Husk,” Angel calls, stopping Husk from speaking. “I appreciate that you’re concerned about my consent, but isn’t that a little too much?”

“M-Maybe,” Husk responds.

Angel strokes Husk’s fur on his cheeks. “I love ya, Husky.”

Husk smiles dumbly. “I love you too.”

They both glance at their lips again.

“Wanna go for one more for the night?” Angel asks him.

Husk nods.

They lean forward and kiss again, not too passionate but more domestic. They break away this time, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Husk flicks his ears. “Uh, how was that? Not too much?”

Angel snorts. “Not at all. I’ll tell you when it is.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

Husk smiles softly at Angel.

“Let’s get back down before the others worry about us,” Angel suggests.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a soft dumb smile.

Husk flies both him and Angel back down to the shore where they just were. However, they widen their eyes in shock when they see the others gazing at them with adoring eyes.

“YAY! YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER!” Charlie cheers for them.

“Nice,” Vaggie replies with a thumbs.

“Too bad you guys are far away when you guys kissed,” Cherri responds.

“I GOT IT ON VIDEO!” Fizz shouts while taking out his phone.

“YES!!!” Cherri responds.

Blitz sniffles while wiping tears away from his eyes. “Fuck, you bitches are gay. Good for you. Good for you.”

Stolas laughs softly. “Congratulations.”

Both Husk and Angel blush madly.

“Uh, thanks,” Husk utters in confusion.

“Now, now, we got enough of sight-seeing, let’s get everyone to bed,” Rosie responds with a soft smile at Husk and Angel.

Everyone groans except for Stolas and Alastor. As they watch everyone going into the cabins to go to bed, Angel looks at Husk to notice the way Alastor stares at him like he’s threatening Husk. Angel nudges Husk softly, getting him to look up at his lover.

“I’ll be okay, Husky,” Angel reassures Husk.

Husk smiles softly, holding one of Angel’s hands.

“Now, why don’t we head to bed? I’m sure there’s one calling my name,” Angel replies. “Unless you want to share it?”

Husk blushes. “Uh, as long as we don’t go further than sharing a bed.”

“Don’t worry, baby. It won’t.”

“Good.”

As they are walking back to camp to find a cabin for them, Angel looks at his lover. “So, little spoon or big spoon?”

“That’s not a sexual question, is it?”

“Nope.”

“...The little spoon.”

“Ah, I figured.”

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #angel dust #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel #the vees

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