with ba2umia eps coming out abt every other week and taz e going back to a biweekly schedule i wish they came out on alternating weeks instead of within 24 hours of each other

n part of that is bc it would make the wait for both seem shorter but also bc then i wouldn’t have to go from being merely whelmed by the ep of taz e to going mad over whatever shit brian murphy decides to pull over in naddpod

Love Struck!AU x SF9

lately i just need to write about every member of every kpop group being in capital L love. find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz

youngbin

overcompensates with selfless acts that go above and beyond what any person deserves

offers to carry your bags, learns about plumbing when you mention you have a leaky faucet, asks if you want him to drive you to your appointments which you are perfectly fine getting to on your own

if there was a puddle of mud on the ground, youngbin would throw his brand new jacket over it just so you could walk over it

even though you could literally just. walk around it

doesn't even realize he's overdoing it

he just loves you and therefore knows he has to show it at any given part of the day

but not like in an aggressive manner

just a small smile and a "i can pick you up and drop you off if you want!"

dawon: actually, youngbin, we have practice at that tim-

youngbin, shoving a sandwich down dawon's throat: so you said noon right?

when you respectfully decline any of his help, mostly because you are worried you're using your friend for his kindness, everyone assures you that's not it

actually everyone is super confused how you haven't seen why it is weird that youngbin would commit hours of research for you when you ask offhandedly if you should visit europe for the summer and then show up at your door with ten pamphlets on different european destinations 'by chance'

because - that's weird - and weird means, in the great way of sf9, that he has a crush on you

"youngbin, you're being so nice to me these days how could i ever repay you?

youngbin about to say that there's nothing you need to do, he just likes being able to help

dawon, shoving a sandwich down youngbin's throat for revenge and also to answer on his leader's behalf: "actually, if you could finally go on a date with him - i think that would repay it."

you get all shy and murmur that you don't know if youngbin wants that, and youngbin can only vigorously nod that he does

(due to the sandwich)

inseong

no clue if puppy syndrome is a thing, but he's got it

the human embodiment of big puppy eyes whenever you're around, big puppy pout, big puppy wagging his tail at just the mention of your name

even without all that - the energy that exists around inseong when you are near him and giving him attention - it's enough to quite literally blow everyone and everything else away

and there are lasting effects

as in you walk away from the conversation and fifteen minutes later inseong still can't make out a single word, just chin on his palm - daydreamy look in his eyes

jaeyoon tries snapping his fingers in his face, tickling him, even flicking his best friend straight on the forehead but.

nothing.

the only way he breaks out of the spell you cast on him is either a long time passes or you show up again and inseong is back at your full attention

it's getting bad, like to a point where he walks into walls or drops his phone in the sink when he starts thinking about you

incidents where he nearly topples over onto poor chain who is like get off of me you are built like a skyscraper

or just flat out doesn't move a muscle in the right direction during practice and it's literally driving youngbin mad

so jaeyoon (like the best friend he is) arranges for you to come hang out with him but tada it's actually a candlelight dinner in the sf9 kitchen he and the rest of the boys set up for you and inseong

and you're like w....whats all this and inseong is like i don't know either

and jaeyoon (who like the best friend he is picked the nicest smelling candle from the tj maxx sale aisle) appears and lights it and is like this is for you two to confess and for inseong to be cured of puppyism

you: puppyism?

inseong, red as a tomato: i think he means like the way i act around you like a - um -

jaeyoon: like a lovesick puppy, so like....collar him or whatever

you and inseong both looking at him like do what? and jaeyoon is like sorry that didn't come out right

either way you get the point please date the oversized man whose brain wont work unless you give him a kiss

jaeyoon

opposite of his best friend, jaeyoon doesn't need to fall over his feet when he's lovestruck

he will literally just let you know how he feels

"i like you"

you smile at him and laugh, "i like you too!"

and jaeyoon is like amazing so we are both "liking" each other how lovely how nice

and that is....................where it ends

he literally is so preoccupied with the concept of confessing that he forgets the part where he has to like.

confirm the relationship

so for like a month after you are both just saying 'i like you' to each other and he thinks it's romantic and you still think it's platonic

it's a mess

he keeps asking himself when the right time to ask you to go to the movies with him is, if he should pull out the home cooking - why haven't you pulled out the home cooking? do you not "like" him enough for that?

he paces around before you come over because is he dressed too casual - i mean he's your boyfriend, he should put effort into it right?

and then you show up and nothing is different and everything is the same and when inseong is like

jaeyoon you're dating them right, why don't you guys like kiss? and jaeyoon is like holy shit i haven't even thought about that yet

and dawon is like how have you not thought about that kissing is all i think about ever

and so jaeyoon's head gets even more scrambled because now you come over and he's like ..... kiss......lips......mouth...hand? kiss on mouth...hand...lips.....hug?

and you're like what? and he's like hug lips mouth? and you're like jaeyoon are you ok?

oh my god at some point you're both alone and jaeyoon is walking you home or something and he reaches out to grab your hand because like that's normal right? people dating do that right?

and you're like oh! and he's like is this ok? and you're like a-does it mean something?

and jaeyoon is like it means the same thing as i like you....you know....like how i said it a month ago and i just thought we could take the next step-

he's rubbing his neck and blushing and he has always been sauve and straightforward and it dawns on you that the entirety of this month he has been saying he likes you like in that way

and you're like wait you like-love me? and he's like yes wait what did you think- and you're like i thought it was like-like ....like friend like?

you and jaeyoon just staring at each other and then he's like should i let go of your hand then

and you're like no. actually just kiss me we've wasted a LITERAL month

dawon

always the class clown, being lovestruck somehow only tends to make it worse

but not worse like oh he gets louder and cracks more jokes.

my man has upgraded to mildly dangerous body humor.

you are all together and dawon is suddenly like you guys think i can climb that uneven, rickety tree? and youngbin is like no and you're like no but dawon is like it'll be fun just watch

dawon: should i drink spoiled milk

you: why-

dawon: im hardcore it'll be fine - look im just a goofy guy who - oh my god. call an ambulance.

the idea is that every time you are in the vicinity and glowing like an angel without a halo dawon is like

gotta do something so outrageously stupid that it grabs their attention and/or lands me in a situation where i can excuse myself to run away from my feelings. perfect.

it's literally the dumbest logic on the planet

everyone tells him it's the dumbest logic on the planet

but dawon is convinced it's the best reaction to....to the butterflies in his stomach

of course, you don't find any of it amusing, you are just in a constant state of worry

one time dawon takes it too far and probably tries to do something that could actually seriously hurt him

and you stop him by grabbing him and being like stop - i don't know why you don't care about yourself but i care about you so stop being stupid

and dawon is staring down at you like

"pause, you care about me? like on a scale of 1-10 how muc-"

you kiss him and mutter a "11" and dawon thinks he sees stars

youngbin thanking you profusely like we were worried for his actual literal life

zuho

rather scream into the void than confront how he feels about you

the private twitter account is blowing up with tweets about how he wants to hold your hand and how that makes him pathetic

dawon replying under each of them: tru

rowoon replying under each of them: not true!!!!! love is awesome!!!! pog as chani would say!!!!!!

you talk to him about something and his ears are full of white noise and he cant help but think about how your face is somehow the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and how he could write a whole album about the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes and -

you ask him what he thinks and he can only reply with a sound that is both pained and high pitched and when you raise your eyebrow he's like gtg uh feed my cats

when you're around he disappears to "feed his cats" like . ten times

surprisingly being a lovestruck fool does fuel his ability to make music

but it is also sad and about being heartbroken and the members are like hey do you wanna talk about it and zuho is like no

there are spotify playlists with your name, there are journal entries about you, there are iPhone notes app scribbles about you

he's down bad

everyone knows he's down bad

you also figure out he's down bad and so you finally confront him

except you're like......... zuho who are you in love with? ill help you if i can

and he looks at you like a deer in headlights because that's the most bizarre shit you could ask him

and because of the shock he blurts out the truth

"you. i love you."

screams after and you jump up and he's like i need to leave and you're like AT LEAST LET ME SAY IT BACK?????

rowoon

it's the cluelessism of it all

he looks at you one day and instead of just being a person you are beaming at him like a direct sunray and he's like woah! weird!

he just kind of becomes more clumsy around you since you've got this new effect on him

trips over his big feet, giggles randomly while you're talking, forgets he's in the middle of the street when you're walking by his side and someone has to honk three times for him to start walking again

honestly no one can tell what's wrong with him

because is he like ... is it early onset amnesia? is he just spacing out?

even chani notices the shift because rowoon has gone from annoying him to laying half off the couch with his hand in an empty pringles can

"what are you thinking about?"

rowoon just mutters your name and chani is like .... i don't know about all this but maybe you like them?

reality hits rowoon like a freight truck .... liking you? that's new

he googles 'what to do when you like someone?' literally googles it

tries to show you by playing it cool, tries to show you by showering you in random compliments but he's tongue tied when you smile so he's like i love your hair it looks like. cheese

embarrasses himself over and over and over until he just hunches himself over one day and is like

why is liking someone so hard? isn't it supposed to be easy?

and you're like haha i know the feeling, ive liked someone for so long but he never takes a hint and rowoon is like omg who

and you look at him and you're like well he's a tall clueless handsome guy

and rowoon stares at you like he sounds nice

and you're like you

and he's like oh that's nice - WAIT

taeyang

flirts with you but it flops because he's been flirting with you since you first met

so you cannot tell the difference and taeyang is like what am i doing wrong

inseong: karma for always winking and calling them cute when now you want them to do it back to you

taeyang: shuttup sad old man

inseong: you've been hanging out too much with chani. sniffle

he decides ok so regular flirting doesn't work, so what about lowkey flexing?

he wears the expensive watch and puts his hand in front of you like, hey and you're like hi? and he's like notice anything? and you're like .... um..... oh, your tag is sticking out of your shirt! and taeyang is like .........F

ok so not flexing, what about compliments?

he piles like ten of them on you and you're like oh - thanks, but i don't really like this outfit anyway and he's like....F

ok so not flexing, compliments, let's try playing hard to get

he gives you the cold shoulder when you come over and you immediately are like taeyang are you mad at me if you are im sorry so stop being a weirdo and he's like........F

finally he just reverts to himself and just keeps up the regular flirting and the soft touches and smiles

and he realizes the difference now is when he flirts - he just has to follow up on it

so when he asks " i cant taste my lips, can you do it for me?"

and you reply with "sure" and roll your eyes

he just . does kiss you and you're like oh.

and he's like well what do you say and you're like your lips taste sweet and he's like NO I MEAN-

you just kiss him again because now you get what he actually means LOL

hwiyoung

sulks when you're not around, and then doesn't go near you when you are around

it's like please make up your mind

is the definition of if i stare at you long enough you will fall in love with me right?

but he stares from ten feet away

it takes everyone all their strength to drag him out of his room when you're over and even then he puts his hoodie up and plays with his shoelaces and acts like he's a five year old

when he gets put next to you in the car ride somewhere he almost passes out from holding his breath from nervousness and you turn to him and you're like hwi you're turning purple?!?!?

you tap his shoulder when he isn't looking and call him hwi~ and he thinks his knees like. give out he crumbles to the floor and you're like oh my god are you sick??!?!!?

to put it simply, being in love forces him to lose his human ability to live

gets a pep talk from literally every member about how he cannot act like this. it's giving you the wrong impression and yet he just

he can't do anything about it you enter his personal space and the little nerves in his brain go haywire

"i don't want them to think im being rude, but it's kind of like im allergic to them."

"oh - you're allergic to me?"

hwiyoung turns and you're giving him a look and he's like oh god i mean - i don't - i mean like -

and he doesn't know what to say but you just giggle and you're like "fine, if you're allergic we'll have to make immune"

and he's like blinking like wha-

you wrap your hands around him and he's like !!!! and you're like here just take me in large doses until you build up immunity ok?

hwiyoung nodding because he has forgotten the entirety of the korean language

chani

realizes he's being freaking weird when he bails on his plans to eat and game to hang out with you

prioritizing social interaction over being alone in his room......now that's not normal

yes, ok, so he likes you - but now he's like

no one can ever know that. i will not be left alone if anyone finds out.

unfortunately, he asks jaeyoon of all people if he knows what food you like and jaeyoon is like

OH YOU WANNA ASK THEM ON A DATE RIGHT SO YOU WANNA LOOK UP RESTAURANTS WITH THAT FOOD RIGHT?

chani standing in the doorway like. what. no....

the minute chani starts picking the spot next to you when you're all together is his downfall

the entire world knows how he feels and he's like oh fuck seriously

he helps you go shopping and he comes home and every member is just like :) tell us about the date :)

and he's like SHUTTUP

calls you by a nickname and rowoon almost chokes on his food in surprise, because chani?????? gave someone???? a nickname????? and it isn't a combination of the word ass and hole?????

he cannot escape the fact that little things for others, are big things for him

being attentive and caring and even just smiling in your presence is enough to give away how he's feeling

let alone he dropped a rank in league so everyone is like ah - he's distracted with someone~!

it gets unbearable to a point where chani is like i cant live with these people always bothering me so im just going to confess

he pulls you aside and is like "i want to date you - is that ok?" and you're like of course, was wondering when you'd ask dummy and he's like,,,,,,listen,,,,

assumes the teasing will die down when you both come into the room holding hands

BUT OH IS HE WRONG

inseong: i got dibs on being the wedding planner, eat dirt youngbin

Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'

Hope is a Heartache

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are a series of missed opportunities, but will that stop you both from being happy?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, sexual situations, swearing, angst, LOTS of angst, fluff

A/N: I’m not sure when I became the kween of angst, but here we are. I think if I wrote smut, I’d die so maybe someday I’ll try that. For now here we are.

Written listening to: Hope is a Heartache by LEON

“How would I ever tell her that? What, that I think she’s the most stunning, hilarious, powerful, brave, most amazing woman I’ve ever met? She’d freak out, I’m like her best friend on the team, Steve.”

“I don’t know pal, but I can’t keep looking at you like this. Every time she walks by you stop breathing.”

Bucky never felt so sick to his stomach as he did when he thought about you and whatshisface. You had been on the team about as long as he had. You were both “freshmen” as Sam loved to joke, together. At first, you annoyed the shit out of him. Always going on about how he needed to try harder at this or move faster at that. Buck always confided in Steve about how much you pissed him off until finally one day Steve snapped. “DUDE. YOU. LOVE. Y/N. If you won’t admit it to me, at least admit it to yourself.”

Bucky remembers telling him exactly where he can shove it before stomping out of the Captain’s office to the gym. He had walked in on you taking some sort of frustration out on a punching bag. You didn’t hear him come in, so he stood in the shadow of the doorway and watched you. You stopped after a few moments to rip your gloves off, fix your ponytail, huff out a swear or four and decide to start punching again sans gloves.

Bucky knew in that instant he didn’t want a different partner on missions. He didn’t want you to want to go on morning runs with anyone else. He didn’t want to trust anyone else besides you.

You remember that day too. You were pissed at him, convinced he was trying to make you look bad because in Steve’s eyes, he could do no wrong. So who cares right? Oh you just wanted to hit him. That’s why you had elected to not place your boxing gloves back on and instead just rely on the tape wrapping your knuckles to not break your skin open.

You heard something behind you, and when you spun around you saw him watching you. At first, this wasn’t startling, the asshole had a serious staring problem, but he wasn’t mad. He was just watching you move. Nothing about his demeanor was menacing like it usually was. It was like Frosty had melted and standing before you was this man.

You decided then that you didn’t anyone else sparing with you in the gym, you didn’t want anyone else giving you a hard time because you couldn’t chug a beer as fast as Thor, and you didn’t want him to want anyone else as his partner.

It was like something clicked into place that day, a thread between the two of you pulled taught. You couldn’t place the feeling, you never had it before.

“Earth to Bucky. *white noise* Paging James Buchanan Barnes *white noise* Will the tin man please join us in this debriefing-“ Bucky finally recognized Sam was talking to him.

“Sorry, what?” Buck knew he was red in the face, but honestly didn’t care. Not after the sleepless night he had after witnessing you kiss your new boyfriend goodnight.

“We were discussing Wednesday’s mission, Bucky. You good?” Steve had a concerned look on his face for his best friend.

You were staring right back at Bucky as he sternly answered “I’m fine. Couldn’t sleep last night. Kept having a nightmare about some prick invading my space.”

The team exchanged glances, but that just confirmed to you that he did see you kiss Nick. You thought you heard someone shuffling inside quickly after giving your new boyfriend a lingering kiss goodnight. What was his fucking problem?

“I hate it when that happens. Maybe you should just try minding your own business in real life, then you wouldn’t have nightmares about it at night.” You shot back not breaking eye contact.

Bucky stood and left. The team knew better than to try and reason with a pissed off super soldier, so they let him leave the meeting early.

You practically ran out of the meeting as soon as it was concluded.

“What the fuck was that about?” Nat asked as she was following you uninvited into your room. Besides Bucky, she was your closest friend. Your closest friend, and your nosiest friend.

“Bucky saw me kissing Nick last night and took that as a signed permission slip to act like a fucking asshole, I don’t know. He never likes any of the guys I bring around. Honestly, that’s probably why they don’t last.” You really liked Nick, and you weren’t going to let Bucky scare this one off. Which would be a feat, seeing as your best friend was the former Winter Soldier.

“Y/N, do you think he ‘scares’ all of them off because he wishes he was them?” Nat looked at you without giving away too much of her thought process.

“What, like he wants to be my boyfriend? Come ON Nat, this is Bucky. It’s BUCKY. Even if he did have feelings for me, he’d never tell me. Because he’s BUCKY.” You weren’t sure why you were secretly hoping she argued with you about that. You always liked Bucky. But you were a professional, those feelings got pushed down a long, long time ago.

“I don’t know, Steve said-“

“OH. So now Bucky and I are the topic of your pillow talk, Nat? Great! Look, just because it worked out for you and Steve that way doesn’t mean it’ll work out for me and Buck like that.” You shot back.

“WOAH. I was going to say that Steve said he had been off lately, it probably doesn’t have anything to do with you, Y/N.”

“Oh, well, I mean, I knew that. Whatever, okay?” You stumbled. “It’s not going to happen. I’m with Nick and I’m happy for once. Whatever his issue is, he can talk to his therapist about it, I’m done being that too.”

One year later

“Y/N. Hi. Uh, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Bucky stammers to you as he’s holding the hand of some innocent enough looking blonde.

“You mean in my own kitchen? Funny how that works out. I was just leaving.” You say to him. The thought crosses your mind to introduce yourself to his new play-thing, but that will just make it seem so much more permanent. You hope your self-dismissal makes her feel awkward enough to leave but you know that won’t happen.

After the disaster that was your relationship with Nick ended after 9 months, you swore off men, including Bucky. He had eventually apologized for his behavior during that debriefing and things seemed to go back to normal. You now realize “normal” is just your funny way of saying “compartmentalizing.” Things were okay between you two because you never talked about Nick and he never asked.

After it ended between you two, he didn’t even ask. You chucked it up to him giving you your space. But that was a few months ago, and now you see why he wasn’t asking you about it.

“Night, Y/N.” Bucky calls after you.

“At least one of us seems like we’ll have a goodnight,” you yell back at him as you retreat into the hallway.

You think you hear him mumble something to his date and then you hear footsteps behind you, so you slow your pace a bit.

“What’s your fucking problem? Amanda doesn’t deserve your wrath the first time she comes over.” Bucky hush yells at you.

“The first time?! Buck, our rooms are right next to each other or did you forget that?” You actually yell at him.

“Oh trust me, how could I forget? With all the sex you had for 9 fucking months straight, the sound of you moaning is literally engrained into my mind forever and you KNOW how hard that is to do.” Bucky is screaming at you now.

“FUCK YOU JAMES.” You yell as you turn and walk towards the stairs.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT,” he screams.

Good. Now no sex for him.

You wait until you get to the stairwell to let loose the tears threatening to spill over. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning the fight. You two had fought so many times in your friendship. The other Avengers knew to just leave two be when you got into these kind of moods.

You and Nick didn’t work out for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one was your relationship with Bucky. He was so protective over you, and a few months ago when that stopped you realized you didn’t miss his protection, you missed how he looked at you. You missed the possibility that there was something there between the two of you. It was clear he had given up, and you hated that. He felt cold and distant. Shortly after that, Nick stopped coming around and you didn’t care.

Just as you sit down to let yourself unleash in between the second and third floors, you hear the first story doors open. You go completely quiet as to not want to alert anyone you were sitting on the stairs crying like a teenager experiencing their first heartbreak.

You think you hear whimpering or what could be shushed crying. You lean over the railing to look down at who it is. Sitting there with his head in his hands is Bucky. You don’t make a noise.

“Fucking collect yourself Barnes, she’s just being a bitch. Deal with her tomorrow.”

You didn’t realize you had that much of an impact on him, you only wanted to ruin his desire to have sex with her.

Satisfied and feeling slightly guilty, you walk back to your room for the night, not caring if he hears you.

Two months later

“Is this seat taken?” You turn to the side and look up to see Bucky looking down at you sheepishly.

“Where’s your hot date? I saved two seats for you and Amanda,” you say back to Bucky, genuinely interested in where his date was. After that awful night, you decided to put forth an effort to make things better with him. No one is kidding themselves that when you have personal stuff going on behind the scenes of work partners, it makes work in the field that much harder.

“Uh, she’s not going to make it,” he says with sad eyes.

“Oh, is she okay?”

“Uh yeah, we’re just not. We broke up this morning. Thanks for saving two seats though, that was nice of you Y/N.” Bucky sits down next to you and you wrap an arm around the back of his chair.

“I’m sorry Buck, I really did like her. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am now,” he looks at you with a slight smile to his face. You hold his gaze for a few seconds longer than normal before ruffling his hair as the DJ comes over the music.

“Ladiesssss and gentlemeeennnn please welcome to the stage…”

“I can’t believe Sam dragged us all to a strip club for his birthday,” you whisper in Bucky’s ear as the music gets louder.

“I know, look at Steve I think he’s about to have a stroke.” You and Bucky share a laugh and for a second, it’s like you’re back in your early days on the team when it seemed like all you two had was each other.

Once the girls found out the Avengers were in their midst, it was game over. If Sam’s goal was to black out tonight, he accomplished that almost immediately. Liquor was free, dances were free, and unsurprisingly the team was having an amazing time. Besides the waitresses and a few dancers, no one came into your circle, and it ended up being a really fun night. You and Bucky were having so much fun, you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed as hard as you were.

You even noticed Bucky turning down a dance or two, redirecting the girl’s attention to Thor, or the much more enthused, Sam. You expected a newly single Buck to want the attention, but he was not having it.

As the night went on, you caught Bucky staring at you, and more and more you held his stare with a curve to your lips that was reserved just for him.

“Coincidentally” the strip club was next to Sam’s favorite bar. The team decided that was the logical next destination, but you were exhausted and it must’ve been showing on your face.

“Hey doll, why don’t you say we Irish exist these assholes and head home? I’m exhausted.”

“Fuck. Yes. PLEASE let’s go!” You exclaimed as if Bucky was reading your mind. You didn’t want to be the one to suggest it, but you were so happy he did.

You both stand in line with the team but disappear behind everyone as they all head in. Bucky throws an arm around your shoulders as you walk down the street.

“You know, I’m kind of glad it’s just us the rest of the night, that was too much togetherness for me,” Bucky says. You’re blushing and you know he means he’s happy to have a friend, but you find your stomach buzzing with the hope he means something else.

“Same here,” you laugh, “what do you want to do? Grab a cab and head home? Movie? Are you spent?”

“For you? Not at all.” He’s got that dumb grin on your face that makes you want to either kiss him or smack him so he stops distracting you.

“What’re you staring at sweetheart?” You realize it’s getting harder to hide your emotions. He just broke up with Amanda, and maybe it’s the alcohol or the atmosphere, but you can’t stop the word vomit.

You stop him on the sidewalk under the streetlight. There’s no one really out on this street.

“Are we ever going to get it right?” Ope, there it is.

“Get what right?” Bucky is looking at you confused and you’re hoping you can somehow telepathically tell him you mean the two of you. Together. Finally.

“Us.”

Bucky just keeps staring at you like he did that day at the gym. Neither of you say anything, he’s got a hand on your upper arm, resting there.

The regret starts to set in. Things were just getting back to a good place between the two of you, and you just ruined it.

“You know, Amanda and I didn’t work out for a few reasons, but the main one being... ugh, shit, the main reason is that she isn’t you, Y/N.” Bucky just spoke the words you’ve wanted to hear the most but it doesn’t register at first.

He must see that either on your face or through your lack of response. You feel him pulling you in, and right before he moves his lips over yours, it hits you like a train. You love him. Your stubborn, angry, beautiful, amazing Bucky.

You kiss him back with an intensity you didn’t know was in you. You break the kiss and start giggling against his mouth.

“What! I’m not that bad of a kisser!” He’s laughing now with you.

“Sorry, sorry, I just can’t believe this is finally happening. And on a secluded street, under a street lamp. Write a romance novel already, Barnes.”

Your lips to God’s ears, a group of people start walking your way. Bucky looks around and pulls you into a small walkway between two apartment buildings.

“Come here, I wasn’t done with you.” He’s kissing you up against the brick wall like a man starved and you don’t care if anyone sees you, you’ve never felt this happy in your life.

“Let’s just do this, you and me. I’m sick of pretending like you aren’t my person,” you say against his lips.

“Y/N, I want nothing else, ever.”

Sunday Mornings 12/?

So this started out as a cute little fic of the boys being doggy daddies... and quickly it turned into phone sex. So... heed that warning. 

If anyone has any prompt fills for this, let me know. I’m slowly running low on my own ideas for domestic bliss fic! 

Gif by the lovely @manesalex​

Week 12

The phone rings so early in the morning that it’s still dark outside. Of course the sound causes the three littlest ones on the bed to jolt awake and start barking. Michael groans, reaching out to grab his cell phone off of the nightstand without moving too much. He’s worried if he sits up that John will go tumbling off of his chest and to the floor. It wouldn’t be the first time. His smallest child really is an uncoordinated mess. 

When Michael is able to pull his phone to his face, he smiles when he sees an incoming FaceTime call from Alex. 

“You woke up the children,” he playfully admonishes Alex in lieu of a formal greeting. Alex has been away on a training for the last several days and isn’t due back home until Tuesday. 

“Sorry,” Alex says, not looking sorry in the least. “I have to report in thirty minutes and I didn’t want to leave for work without seeing you guys.” 

Michael smiles at that. Or, he would, but Peter, little shit that he is, climbs over his face in order to see his daddy properly. 

“Hey baby!” Alex says, his entire face lighting up. “Are you being a good boy for your old man?” 

Michael rolls his eyes and Peter literally sits on his face. He most certainly did not agree to being called ‘old man’ and every time he says as much to Alex, Alex makes sure to use it that much more. The fact that Peter is also a little shit is one hundred percent Alex’s influence. 

Michael lets Peter say hi for a minute before he reaches up and grabs him, moving him to his chest so that Michael can breathe properly and Alex can see more than just Peter’s nose. Wendy and John squeeze themselves into the frame as well to say hello. 

Alex spends a solid minute greeting each of them personally and Michael has to bite back a goofy smile at the way they all get excited to hear their name and attempt to reach Alex through the phone. 

“So we’re letting the puppies sleep in our bed now?” Alex asks, amused once he’s done saying good morning to the littles. 

“They missed you,” Michael says defensively, not bothering to mention that it is indeed Michael who misses Alex and he’s been letting the puppies sleep in the bed so it won’t feel so big and empty. 

“That’s very sweet,” he says. “If they pee on the comforter I’m gonna be mad.” 

He has a fair point. Which is why Michael had thought ahead and stripped the bed and replaced the linens with the cheap sheets they only ever use on laundry day.

“Aww, come on babe, you can’t be mad the dogs are in the bed. Look at our girl,” he says, flipping the camera around and pointing it at Bell, who is currently under the covers next to Michael with her head on Michael’s pillow, eyeing the entire thing skeptically, but not running away, which is progress. 

“Oh my god, when did this happen?” Alex asks, his hands coming up to his mouth as his eyes water. 

Bell has been home with them for three whole weeks and has spent most of her time under their bed. So much time, in fact, that Alex and Michael have taken turns hanging out under the bed with her so she wouldn’t be alone. She would only ever leave to go outside during the day. They’ve had to keep their master bedroom door open at night because the only time she’d venture into the kitchen to eat is during the middle of the night when the entire house is asleep. 

“Two nights ago, I woke up to her crawling under the blanket from the foot of the bed. I was gonna text you, but I didn’t wanna jinx it,” he says. “She still goes under the bed when anyone knocks on the door, but otherwise this is her new spot.” 

Michael flips the camera back around as Peter tries to lick the phone and Michael has to hold it above his head and out of reach. 

“Well that’s certainly progress,” Alex says with a smile and Michael agrees. 

Wendy barks at the blanket when Michael moves his foot and pounces at it and John stands up to egg her on. 

“Jesus, it’s too early for this shit,” Michael says with a laugh even as he moves his foot around and watches Wendy jump around at the foot of the bed trying to attack whatever beast she assumes is under the sheet. 

“I feel bad leaving you with all four of them yourself,” he says. “I know they’re a handful.”

A handful, they certainly are. But that’s not the reason that Michael is annoyed that Alex had to go away this week. Despite his loud protest for weeks about getting a dog, Michael is completely satisfied with their crazy brood. 

“I feel worse about you being gone on a Sunday.” Michael pouts at the camera and Alex lets out a groan. 

“I know, why do you think I called you so early?” he says. “I wanted to at least pretend that we woke up in bed together before I had to go through another one of these long ass days.” 

Michael wants that too. It’s crazy, in a matter of weeks, Michael has completely forgotten how to sleep alone. 

“Next time the stupid military decides to send you somewhere, I’m throwing the kids in the airstream and we are coming with you,” he says. 

Alex’s soft smile tells him that he wants that too, even as he questions, “And give Bell a nervous breakdown? Wouldn’t that make us bad parents?” 

“We’ll train her up,” Michael says, he’s about to say more, when John starts circling around, doing his potty dance. 

“Nope!” Michael yells, grabbing John and shooting out of bed. He rushes to the back door, letting him out, before he can poop in the house. Unsurprisingly, his siblings run after him and head outside as well. Perfect. The kids are officially up, everyone’s out of bed except for Bell, and there’s no way Michael is getting back to sleep. It’s not even six in the morning. 

He sighs, pulling the phone back up. 

“Sorry,” Michael apologizes. “I should probably let you go or something.” 

“Wait,” Alex calls out before he can hang up. Michael gives him a questioning look. “I just want to look at you for another minute.” 

Michael blushes at that, stepping out onto the patio to take a seat at one of the chairs, watching the kids run around the yard, distracted for a few minutes. 

“Is that all I am to you? A pretty face?” he asks in mock outrage. 

“Basically.” 

“I want to be loved for more than just my beauty you know,” he teases him. 

“Oh, I appreciate your mind as well.” Alex’s eyes darken and he licks at his lower lip in the way that always turns Michael on. He reaches down to rub at himself through his sweatpants, and he doesn’t have to be able to see all of Alex… The look on his face tells him that he’s doing the same thing. 

“My mind was it?” Michael asks, as he starts to get hard. He flips the camera so that Alex can see the tent in his pants. 

“I hate you,” Alex groans and shifts around on the bed until he’s resting back against the pillows. 

Michael can just picture him, laying out, feet on the mattress, knees spread, and touching himself. He glances around to make sure the puppies are still distracted before he slips his hand under the waistband to touch himself properly, letting out a moan as he does. 

“Fuck, Michael.” Alex bites his lip and it does things to Michael. 

“Yes please,” he says, not even embarrassed by how breathy it comes out. “Hurry before the kids want my attention again.” 

Alex laughs, but angles his camera down so that Michael can see his hand pumping himself slowly under the thin sheet. Michael slows down his own pumping to match Alex’s pace, trying to picture it’s Alex beside him, touching him. 

“You say the sexiest things,” Alex says. 

“You love it.” 

His breath catches as the sheet covering Alex drops and he can see him in all of his glory. Alex lets go of his dick to lick at his palm before returning back to touching himself. Michael practically whines. Alex paints a positively filthy picture and if he hadn’t upgraded both of their phones with some military grade encryption software he’d be worried… But they are safe and Michael can enjoy this moment with zero guilt.

“I love you,” Alex says. 

Despite the fact that both of them are touching themselves, breathing heavily, and moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear if they were awake, Michael positively melts at Alex’s words. Alex always makes sure that Michael never feels like they are just having sex. They make love every single time. 

“I love you, too,” Michael whispers, slowing his pace so that he is able to get the words out without sounding like a damn porn star. 

Alex changes the camera angle so that his entire face comes back into view and while Michael was enjoying watching Alex touch himself, he has to admit, he’d rather get off to this view instead. Alex is so fucking beautiful. 

“I should be the one touching you right now,” he says, and it sounds sad. 

Michael drops his grip on himself and sits up, watching Alex’s face carefully. Somehow, his tired eyes had missed it before, but he can see it now. The weight Alex is carrying in his shoulders. The stress around his eyes. Michael isn’t the only one feeling the distance between them. He wants to ask Alex about the training, but Michael already knows that whatever the military has Alex working on is classified and Alex isn’t allowed to say. And while Alex may disregard the military’s need for secrecy when it comes to anything alien related, he’s a stickler for it with everything else. 

“You’ll be home in two days and then you can do all the touching you want,” Michael assures him. 

Alex smiles, and though it doesn’t completely erase the stress, it’s something. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” 

“You can hold me to more than that, Baby,” he says with a wink that has Alex laughing again. 

“Are you gonna come with me or not?” Alex asks and Michael’s not a complete idiot. He flips the camera around, pulls his pants down, and gives Alex a show. After all, his soldier deserves to know what he’s coming back home to, does he not? 

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Like a Sister (Part 2)

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Shoutout to @bengaliandslytherclaw for waiting practically forever and requesting a part 2! ❤️

Post Date: 11-13-19

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

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~Like a Sister Part 1~

A damn crush. That was all it was supposed to be and yet it grew like all crushes and you knew you were were a goner. You loved him and he couldn’t see you as more than a sister.

Fred was almost always by your side and every time you saw him smile your heart clenched and you couldn’t help but want to smash your lips onto his but you couldn’t. And it killed you. Everyone saw something had changed within you the last couple of weeks, you tended to mope whenever you were around Fred. Well, everyone saw something except for Fred. He did think you had been more depressed lately but he didn’t have the opportunity to see you around other people without him to compare.

Today, for example, you and George were talking about Angelinas birthday party and you were bouncing off ideas for presents non-stop with him but the moment Fred entered the room all you could think about where the words he said to you not even 3 weeks ago.

You know you're like a sister to me

The party wasn’t that big and you had it at the burrow, setting up a large tent in the field next to the house. Angelina loved it, thanking you and the boys profusely and you couldn’t help the slight pang in your chest when she gripped Fred and squeezed him tight.

You needed a drink or something.

You were thankful Angelina decided to have some fire whiskey at her party, you poured yourself some.

“Woah, Love, what’s gotten into you?” Fred asked as you stumble into him from dancing, a small sway of your body as you frown at the nickname.

Love.

“I’m having fun. You should try it sometime!” You yelled back over the music as Fred laughed in your ear and your frown turned into a smile.

“You know you look amazing tonight.” Fred whispered into your ear as you tried to hear him over the shouts of the kids surrounding you. You thought you misheard him until he brought his hands onto your waist and you blushed, hoping the dim colored lights didn’t pick it up. You danced for the next few hours next to Fred, clinging onto his body as you jumped around and sang along to the song. Fred found himself laughing and going you in your fun before a slow song took place. Your fun mood faltered only slightly as you moved up to look into Fred’s eyes, feeling a little dazed from your dancing and the whiskey as Fred grinned down at you as everyone started to partner up.

“I’m going to go ask Angelina to dance.” He said as you felt yourself sober up completely. Your face turned stoic as you took a step back from him, nodding your head.

“Okay. Have fun.” You simply said before turning to leave, trying not to let Fred see the pain behind your words. Unfortunately Fred caught on.

“Y/N?” He said as he tugged on your arm, making you freeze and forcefully look at him. “What happened?” He loosened his grip on your arm and you shrugged him off.

“Nothing Fred.” You told him. “Just remember that best friends can break your heart too.” Fred watched in confusion as you walked away from him and to Hermione and Ginny, taking one last glance at Fred as he stared at you.

You tried not to let yourself look up at him the rest of the night. He did end up dancing with Angelina and you felt your heart break at the sight but you ignored it and the fact that no matter how many times you looked up at Fred, he was looking at you. You didn’t know if he was always looking at you or if he happened to be taking glances as well but by the end of the night your glances became more frequent.

When the night ended you helped cleaned up, casting a quick spell here and there to clean things without much work as Fred approached you. “Can we talk?” He asked as you gulped but nodded, following Fred to a table his mother just removed the cloth for.

“What did you mean earlier? About breaking your heart?” You knew he’d get caught up in that. It was probably the only reason he was staring at you that night, cause you were acting weird.

“Nothing Freddie. I didn’t mean anything by it.” You pushed yourself away from the table, heading right back to the house but Fred was non the less persistent.

“Y/N. I know you. That didn’t just mean nothing. What’s going on?” He called after you as you heard his increasing footsteps and you sped up, hoping to reach the house soon.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes, keeping all your emotions in. He knows you? So he knows that he was the only man you ever truly loved? He knows that whenever he enters the room you couldn’t help but want to be in his arms, to hold him close? He knows that when he said he was going to dance with Angelina during a slow song you died inside because you wanted that to be you? He knows nothing.

“Just talk to me! Tell me how you feel!” Fred yelled as he followed you towards the house and you finally stopped walking, turning around to come face to face with him.

“How I feel? I bloody love you! That’s how I feel!” His eyes widened slightly as you took a second to think about what you just revealed to him. You felt sick as you ducked away from his eyes, running into the house and your room away from Fred.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” George asked as he knocked on the door, opening slightly for him to see you pacing back forth and pulling on your hair. “Y/N, what happened?”

“Fred knows.” You told him as your breathing started to deepen and you needed to sit down.

“Fred knows what?” George came to your bed next to you, slightly confused as you groaned and fell back.

“Fred knows. George.” You repeated as George’s mouth opened into a small oh shape, making you feel even worse. “I just told him. I just let it out and now I’ve ruined everything.” You pressed the palm of your hands in your eyes, keeping yourself from crying as George put a comforting hand on your knee that you shook off. “Can you go? Please? I’m sorry, I just... I just want to be alone right now.”

You didn’t hear George say anything but the hand in your knee was removed and a few minutes later the door to your room was shut.

You found your way to your feet and peered out the window, looking at where you left Fred but he wasn’t there. You felt yourself relax a little as you pressed your forehead against the glass of the window and closed your eyes.

The door swung open as you spun around, looking into a pair of deep brown eyes surrounded by red puffy eyelids.

“Look Fred, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“ your words were cut as Fred slammed into your body, cupping your cheeks with his hands and kissing you deeper than you had ever been kissed before. You felt light headed, like a million things were screaming in your head and the only thing you could focus on was Fred’s lips on yours. And everything felt right for both of you.

Fred had watched you leave, his mouth dropped open wide as he stood in place for what seemed like forever. He didn’t know what to think, but what you just revealed through him big time. How could he not see that you loved him? He thought back on everything, every little moment you guys shared and he found his feet moving before he could control it.

They brought him to the kitchen, where his mother had wound up using her wand to put the dishes away. Fred stood silent, unsure of what to say before Molly turned to him, slightly jumping at the scare.

“Merlin Fred! Don’t do that!” She chastised, pointing a finger at Fred but his expression never changed, he only moved his increasingly glossy eyes to look at his mother.

“She’s in love with me?” He whispered as Molly’s finger dropped, a small sigh escaping her as she lead Fred to the table.

“Oh dear. Poor Y/N telling you like this.” She whispered as Fred’s mouth opened again.

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew sweetie. Y/N’s been in love with you since you brought her home and said ‘mum, this is Y/N.’” Fred looked astounded at her words, once again rethinking everything as he leaned his head on the table and covered his face. Molly knew what Fred was going through. And a mother knew her child, and how to make them admit anything. “Do you need to talk about it?”

Fred made a noise that was across between a pathetic laugh and a scoff. “I usually talk to Y/N about things like this! But how can I talk to her when it’s about her?!” Molly knew Fred was close.

“And why do you think that is Fred, dear?” She out a hand on his back as he turned to looked in her eyes. She gave him a sweet smile, nodding her eyes as Fred’s widened as he thought about you and him. Her grin spread onto his face as he pushed himself to stand.

“Because... because I... love her. I love Y/N.”

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Man Flu || Jake Gyllenhaal

Look for the tag “masterlist” on my blog :)

My first imagine in quite a while, I hope it turned out ok! :)

Thank you for the request, enjoy!!

Request by emmagrahambrooks: Hi :) I was wondering if you could write an imagine of a very sick Jake Gyllenhaal? He catches a very bad flu (with fever, vomiting etc) while in the middle of promoting a movie. Y/n is worried and tries to take care of him but he tries brushing it off until he faints on the job.

Warnings: fainting

Word Count: 2.211 Words

Man Flu

You had been home alone for three months, while your fiancé Jake was promoting his new movie "Spiderman: Far From Home" and although you were happy for him and excited for the film, the feeling of wanting to have him near you was starting to become unbearable. Also, last night when you talked to him on the phone to wish him a good flight home, he didn't sound healthy at all.

So, there you were, standing in the kitchen stirring a pot of soup while listening to whatever music was playing on the radio. The smell of your mother's recipe filled the entire room and gave you a warm feeling of nostalgia. Just as you were ready to turn off the stove, the sound of a familiar key ring hitting the door rang through your ears. Quickly, you made sure to take the pot off the hot surface and ran into the hallway at a quick pace, careful not to slip in your fuzzy socks.

Jake just got done with setting his suitcase on the floor, when you threw your arms around his neck to greet him with a tight hug. He caught you with a "hmpf" sound and closed the door behind him. He let out a big breath,

"Ah, it feels good to be home", to which you could only agree with a nod, "Feels good to have you back."

As soon as you separated again, you saw how pale he looked though, "but damn, you look like crap",

"and there I thought you greeted me nicely", he joked. You gave him a sly smile and went in for a kiss before he stopped you, "No, no, I don't want you getting sick as well." So you could only give him a kiss on the cheek after putting your hands on his face.

Shortly after, he noticed the smell, "What are you cooking?", while grabbing the luggage to bring it upstairs, but you interrupted him,

"You", you pointed strictly with a finger, "sit down and relax, I'll get it upstairs. A soup is waiting for you in the kitchen, just give me a minute."

"Don't be ridiculous, I can carry my own stuff", he argued but you had none of it,

"Jake, you literally look like you're about to faint at any second", you looked at him with pleading eyes, "please..."

He gave in with a sigh and carried his body into the living room.

On your way to the shared bedroom, you started to truly worry about your fiancé and the condition he was in - you had never seen him look that terrible. You put the suitcase in the corner right next to the door and went into the bathroom to grab the supplies you were sure you would need, then into the walk-in closet to get some comfier clothes as the jeans he was wearing looked way too uncomfortable for someone ill.

Back downstairs, you couldn't find Jake in the living room but heard drawers being opened and closed in the next room. Shaking your head in slight annoyance, you put everything down on the glass coffee table and walked through the open sliding doors that lead into the kitchen. Standing there, you saw him pouring himself some soup into a bowl while supporting his body weight on the side of the counter with his elbow.

"Jake, what do you not understand about sit down and relax", you ranted as you walked up to him and took the bowl out of his right hand and the ladle from his left.

"Y/N, I think I can get myself something to eat, it's fine", he tried to calm you down,

"No, it's not, I don't think you've looked at yourself."

"Thanks", he bluntly stated before walking back into the living room to sit down for real this time.

You quickly finished everything in the kitchen and followed him.

"I thought you might want to shower", you carefully tried to speak to him as you noticed that he clearly had gotten slightly annoyed.

"Thanks, babe", he accepted the bowl of soup you reached out for him to grab and put it on the pillow he had placed on his lap.

Sitting down next to him, you put your right hand up to his forehead and almost jumped, feeling how hot he was,

"Jesus, Jake...", your hand moved up to his hair to straighten it down in comfort. He moved his head away from you and carried on eating.

"I'm gonna make you a cup of tea", you sighed.

Ten minutes later, after the water was boiling hot and you had poured it into a mug with a Camille tea bag in it, you carried it carefully back into the living room, only to find your fiancé passed out on the couch. You smiled at how vulnerable he looked, placed a blanket over his body and decided to get ready for bed yourself.

In the shower, you started contemplating whether you should let Jake carry on with promoting Spiderman or call his assistant and tell her, he won't be coming tomorrow. But due to his current mindset and annoyance, you decided to leave this decision making to tomorrow. You understood that he wanted to do his job but you also wanted to make him realize how bad working would be for his body.

Fresh out of the shower and in your warm pyjamas, you entered your bedroom, to come to sight with Jake grabbing his pillow and blanket, looking ready to leave. Without a word he was about to walk past you when you stopped him, "What do you think, you're doing?"

"Sleeping on the guest bedroom, I don't want you getting ill as well", he looked you in the eyes and started walking again, but you grabbed his arm.

"Jake, stop. You sleep in the bed, I'll take the other room." You didn't even let him say anything more, but just grabbed everything from his arms and put it back on the bed. Not wanting to let his bad mood get to you, you continued, "Please just at least change your clothes, you've been wearing them all day, they can't be comfortable" before he could interrupt, you carried on, "AND drink the tea."

Jake heard the pleading and sad undertone and felt bad since he had not realized how rude he had been ever since arriving. After you straightened out the blanket on the bed, he walked over to you, gently grabbed your upper arms, and turned you to look at him,

"I'm sorry... for... how I've been acting", he caressed your cheek, "I appreciate everything you do for me but I'm fine", you gave him a look with raised eyebrows, "I am. It's probably just a man flu or something", he finished the sentence, making you laugh slightly. "Thank you for everything", he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You don't have to thank me, that's my job", you smiled at him, "good night."

"Good night", he smirked, knowing or hoping that you weren't mad at him anymore.

Grabbing all of your stuff, you walked out of the room but not before informing him of one more thing, "Drink the tea", you asked him kindly. And that was the first time in a long time that you had spent the night in the same house but in different beds and it didn't feel right.

--- The Following Day ---

You woke up from a sleep of three full hours. It was impossible for you to sleep, hearing Jake blow his nose and coughing the entire night, knowing that you can't do anything more to help him.

After getting up and making the bed, you knocked on the bedroom door, waiting for a "come in" or something similar but nothing came. So you opened it and walked it but couldn't find your significant other in the bed or in the ensuite. Then you remembered that he had to do more interviews to promote the film in America and had probably already left.

Downstairs, you couldn't find any evidence of him having had breakfast or even drinking the tea that you reminded him of yesterday as it was still standing on the coffee table, now cold. You sat down on the sofa and put your head in your hands, thinking of all the ways you would be lecturing him as soon as he walked back into the house.

Not even five minutes later, your phone rang, startling you. You couldn't find it at first, looking on the table, under it, on the tv stand, until you found it under the pillow of one of the chairs in which you were reading your book yesterday. It didn't say the name, only showed a number, so you answered it curiously,

"Hello?"

"Hi, (Y/N)?", the voice sounded familiar but that early in the morning, you couldn't identify exactly who's it was.

"Yeah... sorry, who's this?"

"Victoria", she laughed, "right, sorry, I have a new phone number, you probably don't have it yet, sorry", and apologized.

"Oh right, I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize your voice at first", it was Jake's assistant, but you were still curious as to why she was calling you at half-past eight in the morning. "What's up Vic? Everything alright?"

She took a while to answer, "Well... not exactly.", this made your heartbeat quicken, "It's nothing too serious... but... Jake fainted. During an interview", she quickly continued, "but the doctor said it's nothing to worry about, he just overworked his body when he shouldn't have."

You huffed, "It told him to relax", and shook your head, "I wanted to call you this morning before he got up but I missed it, I'm sorry."

"No need, (Y/N). He's stubborn, I know", she joked.

You asked her for the address of the hospital he was in, ended the call, threw something on quickly, and exited the house before making your way there, ready to deliver a telling-off.

Finding a parking space was surprisingly easy but to find your boyfriend, not so much. The hospital was a lot bigger than the ones you were used to and had to ask three different front desk ladies, where he was.

Finally, reaching the right floor, you already came to sight with Victoria walking up and down the hallway but stopping as soon as she saw you, "Oh great, you're here, maybe he'll listen to you. I don't know what to do", she threw her arms up. "Why? What's going on?", you worried. "He wants to go back to the hotel to carry on with the interviews AGAINSt doctor's orders", she pointed out. You let out a big breath,

"You can go back, I'll talk to him", then you swore under your breath, "I swear, this man..." Before entering his room, you heard her say, "Good luck."

Inside, Jake was just putting his shoes back on but you interrupted him, "Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I told you to relax and now even the doctors tell you to and you STILL won't listen?!"

Your tone shocked him a bit as he has never seen you this furious, "(Y/N), babe, I'm fine. It was j-", "NO stop! Don't you dare talk yourself out of this. You don't get it. Yes, it might just be the flu or whatever but it can get worse and I think fainting might just be that", you moved your hands around wildly, clearly showing how distraught you were.

"You don't understand, I only have a week left and then I'm done with this, with promoting Spiderman, that's it. Then I'm fully back home again, I don't want to postpone it!",

"But your health is far more important than that!", you argued back. "But spending time with you even more!"

His sentence made you stop in your tracks and almost choke on your spit. Your hands went up to your face and rubbed your eyes tiredly.

"Jake...", you started a lot quieter and took a deep breath, as you didn't know how to continue, so he did.

"No. You... I don't know, maybe you don't feel that way... but I feel like the shittiest fiancé ever... for not being with you while you're planning everything and have to be alone at home all the time."

You went to sit down next to him on the hospital bed, "You're not the shittiest fiancé, not even in the slightest, trust me", you smiled at him, tears forming in both of your guys' eyes, "This is your job and I knew what I put myself into when I said yes", your right hand flew up to his cheek, carefully caressing it, "I love you and whether you're doing promo for one week more or not, won't change anything about that", that made him smile widely and he kissed the palm of your hand, "but you not listening to me might", you laughed jokingly.

"I love you too, I'm sorry", he apologized.

All of a sudden, he reached down to the floor to grab a bucket next to his feet and put it on his lap - and threw up. "Wow, you really know to ruin a moment." Your comment made him smile.

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Sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please ignore them! :) I hope you enjoyed it and thanks again to emmagrahambrooks for this request!

Hope you have a great day/night! :) <3

Sweet Spot - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

Sway: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6  / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

All I Want For Christmas / When I See You Smile / Good Woman

@mandy23b​ @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #mendotagsquad

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: Haha - So, this Midweek is my Sway Anniversary, and to celebrate this, I uhm... came up with an Anniversary fic for your Mendo Midweek-!! 😉

That’s literally all I wrote this for but I hope you can still enjoy it for what it is! 😁

Sweet Spot - Kim Petras ❤

Disclaimer: Bloodline characters not mine / All OCs are from Sway but you don’t necessarily have to know who they all are at all. / lyrics + gifs not mine!

Premise: Danny is always full of surprises - but it’s your anniversary today, and you wanna surprise him. If he doesn’t get too mad with you first!

Words: 2774

Warnings: Swearing / Drinking...sorta. / sexual connotations

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See you dancin' like you wantin' my attention See you dancin', see you dancin' Now your body's movin' into my direction My direction, my direction

Baby, what you waiting for? You got the green light Don't you hold back no more Let's live our best life Everybody wants to leave here with somebody Everybody, everybody Time of night we start to dip into the candy Give it to me, give it to me

Baby, what you waiting for? You got the green light Don't you hold back no more Let's live our best life

So baby don't stop, don't stop We're getting to the sweet spot, sweet spot Baby it's a sure shot, sure shot We're getting to the sweet spot, sweet spot

I wanna with you, I wanna with you I wanna with you, I wanna with you 

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Anniversaries weren’t supposed to start with fights; but yours did. You completely understood why, he wanted to spend the day together. It couldn’t happen; unfortunately the reason that Danny was able to spend all of today with you was also the reason that you were able to get away to execute on your plans, or rather, couldn’t stay with him. Danny had shut his restaurant – he could have taken the day off but no, he’d given everyone a break -  that was just the kind of man he was. You had other ideas. He didn’t like this; and whilst you didn’t really expect him to, you thought Danny might be a little more understanding than the argument you now found yourself in the middle of. “Baby, I’m sorry-!” “Are you kidding!? I’m taking the whole day off from work for this--! The restaurant is CLOSED for you!” for us you mean! But you held your tongue, Danny was hurt, but it really wasn’t your fault – as far as he knew! You tried your best, but placating him wasn’t working; “I know-! I know! And you’ve been excited all week but-” “Can’t you just tell them you can’t do it!” “Danny, if I could, then you know I would!” “This is fucking ridiculous! It’s a Saturday.” “At least it’s not travelling…!” That didn’t help things, and Danny scowled before dragging his cigarette packet off the kitchen table and slamming the balcony door closed behind him. What you had told him this morning was that work needed to pull you in on something. The truth? You were about to meet your parents, Nolan, Danny’s best friends (and coworkers!) Javi & Jason, and your best friends Amanda & Evie down at Viva Caputa and decorate for a ‘surprise’ anniversary party. Surprise only for Danny of course. But right now, you’d be lucky to get him out for it. You sighed gently and followed him outside; “Baby…” touching his shoulder delicately you rubbed soothing circles. When Danny didn’t turn to you, you pulled yourself into him. “Baby, I’m so sorry…” His breathing was deep and Danny took at least three drags of his cigarette before he spoke. “I know. I just can’t believe this is happening today.” “Danny, please look at me?” He turned, and gathered you in his arms, brushing your hair back from your face. He was trying his best not to look super pissed, but you supposed he wasn’t really angry with you. “I’m sorry, baby girl, it’s just… It’s not what I wanted.” “Me either, you know that. God, Danny, I wanna be here with you so bad…” You leant up, brushing your lips to his. He chuckled, deepening your kiss, tasting like smoke. “What if you skipped out?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping that he was joking with you. Danny’s smiled faded, “Right. Okay.” You held him closer running a hand through his tangle of curls, “Just stay here, relax, okay? God knows you deserve it. I’ll pick you up later and we’ll go out for dinner.” “At this place you won’t tell me about.” “Why ruin a good surprise?” You realised the double meaning of your sentence and grinned, “I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” He took a double meaning of his own from that; “OH, I’m assured it will be!” You kissed him once more, “I’ll be back soon, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah! Go on! Leave me!” He might have put on a pout, but you were almost positive that he’d be sulking all day. As you waved goodbye part of you wanted to race back to Danny and tell him everything. You couldn’t. For this to work you couldn’t.   *** You’d hidden your dress of choice and a bunch of decorations in the car, and as you pulled into the parking lot everyone was already waiting for you. “Happy Anniversary!” “Oh no!!” You held your hands up, kissing Nolan gently on the cheek as he came over to help you remove the boxes, “Not when my man isn’t here, and NOT when he’s already pissed at me!” “For what!?” Javi raised an eyebrow “Well I’m at work, as far as he knows.” “That’s typically Danny.” Jason scoffed, “He’ll be fully in love by tonight!” “If he’s not, this Anniversary is gonna turn into a funeral-!” “Yours?” You narrowed your eyes at Jason and had half a mind to slap him, considering his amused little smile, instead just shoving a box into his arms; “No. YOURS!” *** Despite Danny not being here, you made sure to keep messaging him every spare moment you had. Danny wasn’t a texter, but keeping him up to date with what you were up to was important. You called him during your lunchbreak only, he seemed pretty fine – and didn’t complain once, which you thought was good of him. But Danny certainly wasn’t in high spirits; hopefully you could change all that quickly. It was a lot of fun, helping everyone else put up decorations. As you did so they all kept shouting random questions at you about your relationship, wanting you to tell stories and talk to your favourite memories. To which they all added running commentaries or their own anecdotes – either on things Danny had said about you when you weren’t around, or, if they’d been a part of any of the situations, their own personal take on it. Towards the end of your decorating Amanda paused and turned back to you, it dawned on her – much as it had your own mind – what exactly this was for, and yet your participation in it. “Wait, shouldn’t we have been doing this for you!?” You shrugged “No. I mean you could have! But, the amount of stupid surprise parties that Danny has thrown me in here?” You pointed around the room, “That all of you were all in on, I 100% need to throw him one this time! Even if it is for our anniversary…” Then you smiled, “Which uhm, reminds me, I guess I best be saying thank you!!”

On the other side of Miami, Danny Rayburn was growing more and more anxious. It was getting later; about the time you should really be getting home, or at least picking him up. Yet he’d heard nothing, not a text or a call. Danny was ready: nice shirt, smart pants, he even had a jacket. He wasn’t exactly sure where you were taking him, but he could guess that you’d like to sweep him across town and into a 5-star restaurant with views of the Pacific. Danny would roll his eyes and say you were paying too much, and you would smile and say he was worth every cent; and he wouldn’t be ungrateful, Danny would surely enjoy every second of your company. Even more so now he’d been bereft of you all day. Now he was pacing, and sure that you wouldn’t make it - at the rate things were going you definitely wouldn’t be on time! – he’d already had a few cigarettes to attempt to calm himself in vain, Danny didn’t dare have another. Alternating between staring at the door and the phone; which one would alert him first? Turned out it was his phone and as he scrambled to pick it up, Danny was disheartened to find it wasn’t even you on the other end of the line, but his head waiter, Javi: “Danny you need to get down to the restaurant there’s a problem.” If it didn’t sound so urgent Danny would have left a longer pause; what else could possibly go wrong today? He didn’t dare ask that question out loud. “You’re fucking with me right!? I’m waiting to go to my anniversary dinner, everything’s already ruined because my girl got dragged off to work. Now there’s something wrong at my restaurant!?” “Danny we need you!! We NEED you!” Javi did his best to sound panicked, “But she… she’s gotta be on her way back by now… I can’t just drive down to ya!” “Y/N left you for the day man, that’s on her! Just get down here!” Javi shot you an apologetic look but you waved him off. All he had to do was get your partner to his destination, it didn’t matter how. Heck, for leaving Danny all day you probably did deserve some slander. Hopefully it’d all be worth the pain. “Okay. Okay. Just, hold on!”  Danny cut the line, sighing, well this was just GREAT. He scribbled a little note to you, hardly believing that after you left him this morning he was now going to have to apologise for this. In the state he was in though, Danny never stopped to ask the question; If everyone was off for the evening, what was Javi doing at the restaurant in the first place? *** Danny couldn’t pull into his parking space fast enough, Javi’s car was the only other one here (you’d all moved yours into a parking garage to keep from ruining the surprise until the last second.) and yet the restaurant didn’t seem occupied at all. “What the hell?” Danny muttered to himself. Locking his car, he sprinted to Viva Caputa’s front door, wrenching it open as soon as he could get the key in. Stepping inside he peered around in the pitch darkness, reaching for the nearest light switch; “Javi, I swear to GOD-” Danny didn’t get a chance to flip them, as the lights were thrown up from the other end of the room. All your collective friends and your family standing there. “SURPRISE!!” Banners and balloons and streamers decorated nearly every surface, and the more culinary skilled of the little group had clearly been busy at home. He quickly noted signature dishes of both your mother’s and Jason’s. Danny’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He just stood in stunned silence and shook his head, before his hands came up to his face and his eyes settled on you. No longer in the clothes you’d left in this morning, you’d changed into a gorgeous dress, standing in the centre of the restaurant with a glass of champagne in your hand; “Happy Anniversary Danny!” His hands came away from his mouth; “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D PUT ME THROUGH A DAY OF HELL FOR THIS!!” Yet as he laughed and everyone joined in, Danny stepped quickly forwards, throwing his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace “THANK YOU!!!” “About time I threw you a surprise party, huh?” “Oh, baby girl…” He placed his forehead to yours, “You didn’t have to!” before kissing you to a room full of cheers. *** Nolan got the music going, a playlist you’d helped him put together, and the party started getting into full flow. Although Danny and yourself were the centre of attention, it was nice to lean back against him as he sat on a bar stool - arm around your waist and drink in his hand - and observe all your friends chatting amongst themselves and having a good time. “Sorry this isn’t the anniversary you expected.” He rubbed his hand over your hip and chuckled; “You don’t need to be sorry, I like this. Right here with the people most important to us...” Danny looked up to you with a smile; “As for this morning, you CAN take me to a 5-star restaurant to make up for it.” You shook your head at his cheekiness, but knew he probably deserved it, as you bent to kiss his forehead, “Okay, baby, it’s a deal!”

With the music up it was no surprise that eventually Danny took your hand and suggested you make your way to the middle of the cleared space. “If you’re gonna stand there in a good dress, and you and Nolan built a playlist, it’d be a shame to waste it!” You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you out; “Just be careful, this isn’t a dancefloor in the middle of Little Havana.” “Oh, I think I’ll save that for back home.” You raised your eyebrows, with a small smirk at his suggestion; “That better be a promise, Danny Rayburn.” “Oh, you bet!”

You weren’t sure if shuffle wasn’t working, or the fact that Nolan was smirking and standing relatively close to the music player with Beth, Evie and Amanda had something to do with your realisation that it was slow song after slow song. Probably was your best guess – your friends would certainly love the opportunity to control the playlist. It didn’t matter to either of you; Danny held you strong, one hand in yours and one supporting your waist - everything about it respectful, perhaps even delicate. Danny cared about you more than anything and you knew that; his body close and tight, back sloping to fold into yours; head resting against your own as he spun you slowly around the floor. Every so often you’d catch his smirk as the lights glittered on your ‘D’ pendant - and that look on his face persisted as he continued to hold you. Sometimes you really did love that Danny made it so obvious, and you pushed up against him a little harder just to let him know you knew exactly what he was thinking about. As you did you Danny gave you a little look; ‘I’m trying to be proper here!’ And you laughed, ‘Yeah right!’

 Eventually others joined you, your parents, Jason and his wife, and you and Danny even persuaded Javi to stop making eyes at her from across the room, and go drag Amanda onto the dancefloor. When everyone’s eyes weren’t solely on the two of you, you were able to relax a bit; and his hands fell a little lower on your waist as you looped your arms around his neck. You still gave him your best ‘careful’ warning look, yet Danny’s little cheeky smile let you know that he’d heed your words, but only for a time. If he thought that he was going to get away with it, Danny was absolutely gonna get a little inappropriate tonight. It was your anniversary after all!

 You were in your own little world, that much was for sure. People were aware of what this meant, and let you have these quiet, private moments together - when all that mattered was each other. Danny grazed his lips to your forehead, and cheek before he chuckled: “You know maybe we aught to stop celebrating every special occasion here.” “You’re the one who doesn’t like taking big days off!” You were specifically referring to Valentine’s Day, but Danny’s look was sharp and you laughed, embarrassed. “Today is hardly the day to complain at me for that. Thank you for the surprise, all the same.” “You’re welcome, you deserve it... Happy Anniversary Danny!” He accepted your kiss with a sweet smile; “Happy Anniversary, baby girl...” You looked around at all your friends but none of them were paying attention, all in worlds of their own too; “Maybe we should make this tradition?” “Oh yeah, gone are the days of good meals out, it’s all about hanging at Viva Caputa!” Although his voice was purely sarcastic, Danny couldn’t help that little smile he flashed “Something like that...” You smiled back, kissing him gently again. Then Danny laughed; “I have to say though, considering your antics you’re lucky we got an anniversary at all-!” “Oh what, c’mon! Danny!” “You just wait until we get home, you’re in BIG trouble.” You weren’t sure you trusted the suggestive look on his face, and you tipped you head curiously. Danny however was under no illusions that you weren’t hopeful; “Good trouble?” “VERY good trouble.”

Danny pulled you into his body, and you locked your arms around his neck as he kissed you. That wasn’t a sweet ‘Happy Anniversary’ kiss, and his hands ran way lower than the respectful line of your waist as he kept you as near to him as possible. That only made you smirk into the kiss as he grazed his tongue over your bottom lip. The dancing had paused; and no wonder. You allowed him what he wanted, Danny hummed in approval as sweet and short became fiery, hungry and passionate. You were in half a mind to ask him to abruptly cut your own party and take you back home right now.

You wouldn’t; because this was just Danny’s way of teasing you. Merely a taste of what was in store when you closed your apartment door to the world tonight and the lights were off.

Very good trouble was damn right. And you couldn’t wait.

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Thank you for reading *possibly* the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever written 😅

Paparazzi - pt.2

Based on Anon request for AU 37 and #3, #4 & #29 prompts

Pairings: Stenbrough with sides of Reddie and Benverly

Warnings: Indirect mentions of homophobia

Part 1

Masterlist + Prompts 

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The following day Bill and Stan wake before the others wanting to plan out everything themselves before their bombarded by 5 other people. With a cup of coffee in their hands, the two talk about the medial plan. “Right, should we lay down ground rules?” Bill asks.

“Nah, look, we know boundaries. If we need any sort of help we literally know 4 people in relationships,” Stan remarks. “If we lay ground rules then the media will know.”

“Okay? How ‘bout this, we talk to either Benverly and Reddie.” Stan makes a clear face of confusion causing Bill to giggle. “Ship names, it’s what the kids do these days. You take Richie and Eddie and I’ll take Ben and Bev.” Stan nods. Bill can’t help but notice as Stan looks away, turning towards their sleeping friends, it’s almost as if he regrets this whole idea. 

Unapprehended by the pair in the kitchen, Richie Tozier lays awake listening to their whole conversation. He smirks to himself as he listens to Stan disagree on having ground rules, so Stan does listen to me, Richie thinks. If he didn’t have Eddie in his arms, he would sure as heck jump up and scream it to the neighbourhood that Stan the Man actually listens to him.

“ ’Chee? You awake?” Eddie slurs.

“Yeah,” Richie whispers.

“I need to pee.” Richie immediately lets him out of his arms and is greeted with the presence of cold air in Eddie’s absence. He grabs his phone from beside the cot and sees that it is 5:30 in the morning.

“Bullshit.” Richie mumbles. He turns back toward the kitchen but through the blur, he can no longer see the silhouettes of Bill and Stan, nor can he hear their voices. The vibration of soft footsteps rise up through the metal legs of the cot, it softly shakes it and Richie, causing him to jump. “Scare you did I?” Eddie whispers.

“No use fooling you Spaghetti,” Richie chuckles. Eddie crawls back into Richie’s arms.

“Why are you up anyway?”

“Stan and Bill woke me. Did you know that Stan actually listens to me?”

“Noooo.”Eddie’s voice sounds shocked but his eyes say different, it’s almost like Eddie is glad that Stan listens to Richie but at the same time, who would? 

“Yeah, in fact, Bill wants us to talk to Birdman.” Eddie smiles weakly before giving a small yawn and falling asleep.

****

Later that day, when all the Losers are awake, Stan makes his way over to Richie and Eddie, taking the both of them out to the back deck. Stanley immediately starts to stumble over his words, he didn’t plan the way he was going to ask them for help.

“Stan, Stan. Calm down. Just treat it as if it were an actual date.” Richie says trying to calm his best friend down.

“He’s right, from my understanding is that Bill likes you. If you like him then tell him. If it weren’t for you, Richie and I would still be pining.” Eddie says as reassurance. “We would like to return the favour.”

“Oh uh, okay,” Stan replies and turns back inside. “Hey! Billy, let’s go to that cute diner just next door!” The sudden boost of confidence in Stan is enough to scare every loser in the house; the scary stories that Bill used to tell about a psychopathic killer clown no longer had the same effect. A confident Stanley was enough to make everyone panic, nothing could go well with this.

*

Having arrived at the retro diner literally 2 doors down from Bill’s house, Stan sits down at a booth by the front window for clear access for the paparazzi. “Is this a date?” Bill asks. “Fake date?”

“Yeah,” Stan says, slightly regretting agreeing to the fake date. Even though he couldn’t see it, Bill is slightly disappointed too.

The two just continue to talk as if they are just catching up not doing anything malicious towards the media. As Bill locks eyes with Stan’s, he sees an evil sparkle that he has never seen in his friend. It’s as if there is a sudden appearance of an evil-alter-ego that Bill didn’t know he had. It’s enough to have the author shaking. 

Sure Stan joked about being a bit of a prankster but no one believed him because underneath all the eye-rolls and quick-wit comments, he’s a huge softy. Well, that’s what everyone thought. Stan grabs Bill’s hand that’s resting on the table and intertwines their fingers, not caring about the half a dozen people outside. 

It baffles Bill, no author truly got this attention, JK Rowling didn’t, Bill thinks. But it is, now, the 21st century and he is the youngest bestseller of the year now but this still wasn’t normal. Maybe it’s because he lives in a large town close by the ocean. It’s not heavily populated like the cities, nor is it underpopulated like Derry, he’s the only ‘famous’ person living in the town, in a large 90s style home. Maybe that’s why the press is suddenly focused on a horror novelist.

Stan, on the other hand, is watching Bill intensely, focusing on the way his eyebrows furrow together as he squints down at his menu. The words are a little on the small side and not to mention smudges on the laminate, so Stan doesn’t blame him. He decides to then train his focus to Bill’s lips, his perfect fucking lips. Stan often caught himself staring at them multiple times a day back in high school, during outings with the losers at college and during their one and only class together (in their second year of college). 

Even though the date is fake, Stan dreams for the opportunity, he wants - no he needs an opportunity to kiss Bill. He needs to know if what Bev had said many years ago, is true about Bill’s kissing. 

A waitress comes by the table and Stan immediately springs into action, “can we get a bowl of fries and a strawberry and a caramel milkshake?” Bill snaps his vision from the waitress to his best friend in front of him. Stan smirking wickedly 

“Do you trust me?” Stan asks as soon as the waitress leaves. The wicked look in his eyes is becoming more and more evident.

“Y-y-yes,” Bill stutters out, something he hasn’t done since Derry. 

“Scaring you am I, Billy?” Stan whispers in horror. The wicked sparkle in his eyes die out and his face softens as Bill nods slightly. “Sorry I got a bit carried away. I just haven’t felt this alive in my life.”

“What do you mean?”

“I live a boring life, I am an accountant for crying out loud. I live in my office, I barely get to see you guys. I haven’t been on a date in 3 years. And the guy I’ve been crushing on since Sophmore year of high school, I thought he didn’t like me back until recently.”

“So, why are you -” Bill’s face lights up. “No wonder you agreed to this stupid thing.”

Bill’s out of his side of the table in a flash and take Stan’s face in his hands and kisses him. It doesn’t take long for Stan to reciprocate and match the pace. Fast and hungry with passion. In conclusion, the kiss was better than what Bev had told Stan all those years ago. Bill’s lips are like a drug, having Stanley begging for more.

As Bill pulls back, Stan chases, wanting - no, needing - the feel and taste of Bill’s soft plump lips back. “Wow,” is all Stan can muster out.

Those with the cameras out the front, snapping shots of the two but the new couple don’t care all they can think of is each other.

**** As they return back to Bill’s house, Bill’s phone starts going off. Several tweets, Instagram comments and photos, start to come through. Almost all of them are with regards to Bill and Stan kissing in the diner. Positive ones to say the least.

“Well, my golly gosh, isn’t this just fine and dandy.” Richie Tozier chirps up at the news. 

“Well, congratulations you two,” Ben exclaims seeing as Bill has Stan wrapped around his arm and head laying on his shoulder. “I can only guess that you two are actually together.”

“Yeah well, Richie and Eddie had given me the push I needed,” Stan says and turns to the brunette couple. “Thanks, guys, seriously.”

“Not a problem Staniel, than you as well,” Richie says wrapping an arm around Eddie’s waist.

From there Bill uploads a photo of him and Stan to his Instagram to properly welcome Stan to the lives of his fans. Stan starts smiling as he watches the comments start to roll in, all saying how cute they were or that they are proud of Bill coming out as Bisexual. Stan starts to get randoms following him on his public tweeter account as his Instagram is private but that changes as he comes to the realisation that he has nothing to hide. 

He doesn’t post much but bird pictures or photos of the Losers Club, so he opens his Instagram account. “Tag me in the photo Bill,” Stan whispers into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Are you sure?” Bill asks.

“Yes.”

The back and forth whispering catches the attention of all the losers but it’s Richie that pipes up with saying, “Keep the foreplay for the bedroom!” Bev snorts and starts to laugh and soon Eddie follows while trying to be mad at his boyfriend. But it doesn’t take long for Ben, Mike and even Bill and Stan to join in. 

“My middle wants to bid you goodbye, Bitchard,” Stan says flipping the comedian off.

“Two can play that game.” Richie says, “I heard you two this morning. Everyone I want you to know that Stan the Man actually listens to me and thinks I give great advice!” Stan looks at him horrified, he can’t believe that Richie had eavesdropped on his private conversation with Bill! Eddie is the first and only person to start laughing, nobody to put a finger on it if Eddie was laughing at 1) Richie or 2) Stan listening to Richie’s “poor” advice. 

“You spied on them and didn’t wake me!?” Bev cries. “To think I was about to ask you if you’d like to join me for a smoke!” Bev dangles a cancer stick in front of a practically drooling Richie.

*

Stan steps out into the kitchen needing to get away from the commotion that Richie has caused. “You okay babe?” Stan jumps a few feet at the sound of Bill’s voice.

“Yeah, just Richie,” Stan admits.

“I know. Come with me, I’ll tell the others that you’re not feeling well.” Stan nods, “Hey guys. Stan’s got a headache so we’re going to my room.” Stan follows Bill up the stairs to his room and as soon as the door is shut Bill’s lips are on Stan’s within milliseconds.

Stan’s lips are like a drug that Bill just can’t get enough of. Just as Bill pulls Stan’s shirt off and reaches for Stan’s belt buckle, Stan pulls away. “Bill, as much as I want this, can we just turn on some Netflix and cuddle, maybe make out?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bill replies. “A documentary? Or a comedy?”

“Documentary thanks, baby.” Stan crawls up beside Bill on the bed and lays down on his side resting his head on Bill’s chest and draping an arm across his stomach spread his hand on his waist. “Actually forget Netflix, let’s just stay like this.”

Bill runs his fingers aimlessly through Stan’s brunette curls, his fingers occasionally getting knotted in a few stubborn locks. Stan sighs happily and runs his hand down from Bill’s side to his thigh closest to Stan. “Stan? Can I go Ben Hanscom on you for a split second?”

“If it’s a poem, I don’t want to hear it.” Bill laughs and stops toying around with Stan’s tight brown curls.

“No no. It’s just - Even though I went out with Audra for like 6 months in freshman year of college, I did it because I wanted to get over you. I was head over heels in love with you for all of senior year in high school but I thought you didn’t like me back.”

“Okay, that was more like Richard than Ben.”

“Well, you said I couldn’t say a poem and Ben helped me write it.”

“Don’t.” 

Bill goes back to playing with Stan’s hair which ends up making Stan drift to sleep.

Ooo I have a few weakness for irondad stuff ._. Could you maybe write Peter taking care of his dad? Or maybe Tony noticing how strong Peter is and how much he has to hold back during hugs? Or hmmm what about comfort cuddles? Honestly anything would be fine though ^-^ cause I love what you write and as long as you have fun with it I'm pretty sure I'll love it! But yeah! I hope maybe these suggestions help ^-^

IronDad writers have literally been making and breaking my whole life these last few months LOL How about all 3?? Great suggestions, Nonny! I appreciate you. This helped immensely.

Random AU in which May is dead and Tony adopted Peter. Shocking, I know, but you said dad, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Characters/Genre: Tony Stark & Peter Parker (IronDad & Spiderson); mostly hurt/comfort, tbh

⚠️ warnings: mentions of gun violence (yes I brought up Ben. Don’t hate me.), crying, broken body parts

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“Hey, Pete.” Tony tried to keep his tone light as Peter fluttered around him like an anxious little bird; the boy muttered quietly to himself as he pushed various pieces of furniture a few inches to one side, looked over the set up, and then pushed some of them back the other way again.

“Pete.” Peter seemed to not hear Tony at all as he breezed toward the kitchen at a brisk pace, quickly returning with a cold compress which he absently laid on the coffee table just out of Tony’s reach.

“Peter!” Tony’s tone was loud but not angry as he called out to the teen; Peter jerked to a stop, seeming to come out of a trance as he stared and blinked at Tony for a good five seconds before speaking.

“Yeah? Why’re you yelling?”

“Because I tried to get your attention in a normal person way, but apparently you’ve focused all of your energy on scuttling around like a frightened hen instead of allowing your ears to pick up sound outside your own head.” Tony accentuated his comment with a grin to show Peter he wasn’t truly upset with him, but Peter’s face fell anyway, his eyes wide and shimmering as he pointedly only looked at Tony’s face. “Oh, sh- Awh, buddy...”

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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tony. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please just relax. I can go to my room if that’ll make you feel better. Or I can just leave all together, I guess; I’m sure Rhodey or Happy could-”

“Kid. Stop. Before you give yourself whiplash.” Tony sighed and gestured for Peter to walk toward him. “Come here.”

Peter stayed frozen in place, a look of horror washing over his features that might have been comedic if Tony didn’t know it was genuinely wrought from a place of fear.

“Pete. You’re not gonna break me, kid.” Tony grimaced when Peter flinched, catching the mistake far too late. “You know what I mean. Just get over here or I’ll come over there.” Tony reached for the crutches propped nearby, wrinkling up his nose and making a mental note to get to the lab to make a suitable replacement when Peter wasn’t looking. If that was possible.

“No! No no no! I’m coming; I’m coming. Don’t move!” Peter scurried over to Tony and stopped inches from the side of the couch; his eyes shone even brighter than before, and Tony braced himself for the inevitable flood. Peter hadn’t cried since everything started, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the kid’s guilt shattered him to pieces.

Tony shimmied back so that his side was against the back of the spacious sectional sofa, patting the now empty space beside him. Peter eyed him warily, finally looking at all of Tony before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Please, Tony.” Peter whispered, his voice catching painfully. “I....I can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay.” Tony reached out a hand, and Peter took it slowly, eying Tony in case he tried anything. Tony smiled stiffly and rubbed his thumb over the back of Peter’s hand while studying the boy’s face carefully. “It’s not your fault, Peter.”

Peter jerked violently and dropped Tony’s hand; he stared in disbelief at his mentor-turned-father, his mouth slightly agape and nostrils flaring. “That’s...how can you say that?” His voice was low, but his tone was bitter and biting though Tony knew Peter’s ire was not aimed toward him. “You wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” Tony sighed at Peter’s shocked expression. “You definitely played a part in this situation, but so did I. And so did the idiot who didn’t know how to stop or redirect a pair of ice skates. I guess he was shocked that a toothpick could pick up such a hunk of meat.” Tony snorted but immediately ground his teeth together when his comment didn’t soften Peter’s gaze at all. “Look, Pete. Times were had. Mistakes were made. Tonys were dropped, and a foot was broken, but it’s not the end of all things, okay? I’m not a fragile little porcelain bird; I don’t always shatter when I fall, but this time just happened to be a bad break. No pun intended.”

“But that’s the point!” Peter was actually on the brink of a breakdown, his voice manic with fear and guilt. “You’ve done so much in your Iron-Man suit, and you’ve ended up okay. I’ve been so careful to control my powers, but the one time I decide to have a little fun, I screw everything up by being careless, and now you’re hurt!” Peter threw an arm toward Tony’s left foot which was encased in a red cast and propped on a stack of throw pillows that had come with the couch.

“It was fun, though.” Tony drew up a fond if not slightly devious smile. “I haven’t been carried around like that since I was a kid. I felt like a five-year-old. And the look on that guy’s face. I’ve never seen a man more terrified of me. Did you hear how he said, ‘T-Tony Stark?!’” Tony brought his hands to his mouth in a cartoonish manner, eyes comically wide and teeth chattering like a frightened Scooby Doo. He quickly dropped the façade and smirked devilishly. “I wonder if he thinks we’ll sue. We’ll hold off on making a statement; that’ll be plenty of karma for my foot.”

Peter’s brow creased at “we,” but he stayed silent, pulling and twisting at the edges of his sweater’s sleeves and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Pete, I can’t truly have fun with the situation if you’re all pouty like that.”

“What’s fun about this?” Peter grumbled and slouched with his arms crossed.

Tony laughed out loud, startling Peter with the boom in his tone. “Now you look like the five-year-old. There’s plenty that’s fun. I can order Happy around in a way I haven’t been able to since Afghanistan. He’s even better than you at the worried hen impersonation.” Tony just wrinkled his nose at Peter’s sidelong glare. “Pepper won’t dream of getting on my case right now; at least, not like normal. A short break from Stark Industries stuff is a nice change of pace. Definitely no Avengers stuff for a while which is fine with me. I need time here to settle in with my kiddo.” Tony’s features softened when Peter’s cheeks heated with a blush; the teen refused to meet the billionaire’s gaze, so he continued on quietly. “My son. My adopted child named Peter Parker who is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, regardless of what has happened or will happen. Sleepless nights and broken feet and all.”

Peter worked his jaw painfully, his lips curling and uncurling as he fought with himself.

Tony lightly snapped his fingers and gestured for Peter to meet his gaze, smiling a closed-lipped smile that reached to his eyes before quietly but firmly declaring, “I forgive you, Peter.”

Peter didn’t react at first. He stared at Tony for a moment with his jaw clenched so tight Tony worried he might break a tooth, but then twin tears broke free when Peter blinked for longer than normal, and his face crumpled. He let his head fall forward into his hands as quiet, broken cries tore up and out of his throat.

Tony reached out and tugged lightly on Peter’s sweater until the boy finally acquiesced and dropped onto the very edge of the couch, sitting parellel to Tony. Rolling his eyes, Tony sat up and pulled Peter into his arms, cupping his son’s head with one hand as he cried into Tony’s shoulder. “I know, buddy. I know. It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. And so are you.”

Peter finally wrapped his arms firmly around Tony’s midsection, clinging to the back of his sweatshirt, and Tony tilted his head to rest against Peter’s.

Tony gasped when Peter’s hug became just a bit too hard, squeezing the air out of him, and he felt Peter stiffen in his hold and try to pull away. Tony, however, had no intention of letting go of his kid until his cries died down, so he held Peter tighter and reclined back against the couch, giving them both a second to readjust before sliding his hand back into Peter’s messy curls.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Peter was muttering repetitiously into one of his hands which was balled in a tight fist against his mouth, trying in vain to keep in his cries.

“I forgive you, Peter. For everything. I’ll never get mad at you for loving me.”

“But I hurt you.”

“On accident. While showing how much you love me by having fun and hugging me. I’m not mad, buddy, so I need you to get out whatever guilt you’re feeling, okay?” Peter took in a gasping breath, and it finally clicked for Tony; he rested his chin on Peter’s head and murmured into his hair. “Not that I don’t think you love me or anything, but what’s really got you so worked up?”

“What do you mean?” Peter stuttered quietly.

“I know you feel bad about dropping me, but we both know I could’ve gotten out easily and that it was the other guy’s fault, not yours.”

“But I snuck up behind and surprised you.”

“So? I could’ve told you to put me down, and I know you would have. Please, kid, you gotta tell me what’s had you creeping around me like a hand-shy stray kitten for the past few days.”

Peter was silent save for his cries, and Tony looked toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient.

After a full minute of silence, Peter sighed heavily.

“...You know what happened to Ben?”

“Only what you’ve told me.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Tony had definitely dug up what he could on Ben Parker’s murder, and, putting Peter’s and his pieces together, he knew Peter had his powers when his dad’s brother, a police officer and Peter’s guardian at the time, was shot outside of a gas station in Queens while trying to stop a mugging. Unarmed. Tony had come to understand so much about Peter after reading about Ben’s case.

Tony’s wandering thoughts halted when Peter cleared his throat.

“It’s just...I was there...the night he died. I was in my crummy old Spider-Man costume, watching Queens from a building near the gas station.” Peter sighed a deep, trembling sigh, and Tony felt tears drip onto the hand that held Peter against him. “I heard them yelling, but I figured it was some drunk guys fighting over a lotto card or something, but when I really listened, my enhanced hearing picked up his voice. I tried to web over, but...it was too late.” Peter’s voice cracked and trembled. “So now, knowing that I have these powers that can do good...that could have done good...I don’t want to do anything else, you know? I never want my powers to be a bad thing, so it just sucks so much that I hurt my dad-” Peter cut off with a sharp intake of breath, biting his lip hard and squeezing his eyes shut though tears still leaked out. “That I hurt you, especially after everything you’ve done for me. I just feel so bad.”

“I know.” Tony readjusted them so that Peter’s head rested against his shoulder; his tone was low and even in Peter’s ear. “I know you get your moral compass from Ben and his self-sacrificial nature, and I’m so glad you had someone as loving and dedicated as Ben to raise you during your formative years.” Peter shook against him, his breath coming in short bursts, and Tony wrapped both arms around Peter to secure him as closely and tightly as possible. “But, Peter, you have to drop this guilt, okay? I know I didn’t know Ben, but he wouldn’t want this for you. He’d want you to be living it up and happy with me. Not mulling over something you didn’t have control over. Multiple somethings.”

Peter continued to whimper into Tony’s neck, and Tony just held his newly adopted son, hoping his words sunk in as he allowed the boy to cry himself out as he needed to. The stress of the last day, really the last year since May’s passing, had really worn Peter down to the bone. Despite his healing abilities, Tony had noticed the frequent glaze that settled over Peter’s eyes and the hoarse undertones in his voice. The kid was sleepless, running himself ragged at night being Spider-Man and searching for May’s killer. (Peter has never confessed this, of course, but Tony knew there was a reason Peter just couldn’t seem to make curfew....Plus he’d used FRIDAY to make Karen tattle, but for now, Peter could believe she was keeping it all on the down low.)

Tony had heard (read: read online) some teenager adoption stories that were outright horrific, but the majority of adoptive parents just warned about emotional instability, pushing boundaries, and the critical step of forming strong relationships. Tony had definitely experienced the first two, mainly before he’d even had a reason to adopt Peter, but he often worried about that last part. Was he forming a strong relationship with Peter, built on boundaries and actual bonds? He doubted this often, especially when Peter exploded or they disagreed loudly, but right now, with his kid in his arms and finally, if not too carefully, hugging him back, Tony told those fears to back off.

Peter was his kid, and Tony loved Peter Parker more than any other teenager in the world.

Superpowers, broken foot, crying mess, and all.

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“And then you just… POW right in the mouth!”

“Shut up!” You try not to laugh. “It was either that or let him shoot you.”

“You must really kill at the clubs.”

“Maybe I should have let him shoot you.”

“No, no, it was great. Damn, where are my keys? Oh, thanks.”

“You’d forget your own head if it wasn’t for me.”

“I’m not that bad.” The door knobs jostles as Ortega fusses with the lock. “You should’ve seen Sentinel the other week, we spent an hour looking and he had his keys the whole time.” The door swings up and light from the hallway floods into the darkened apartment. Getting through the door is a little awkward with Ortega’s arm slung over your shoulder, but the two of you manage to crab walk your way in. Ortega flips on the lights as you pass through the kitchen.

You let her lead the way to the living room, and gently sit her down on the couch. “How’s that knee feeling?”

“Like I told you, Ariadne, it’s fine.”

“Fine my ass.” You snap back. She limped the whole way home, hell you had to help her up the stairs. She’s as bad as you, you swear.

“That’s pretty fine too.”

You stiffen, the ghost of her arm still felt on your back. “You should get a professional to check on it tomorrow. Just to be safe.” You must have misheard that.

“I’ll be fine.” Ortega rubs her leg, scrunching and stretching out the fabric of the skinsuit. “You’ve certainly walked off worse.”

“Yeah well, I don’t exactly have…” You bite back the words in your mouth, swallow them down.

“What?” Ortega gives you a curious look and it’s too much. You need to escape it. Turn your back on her and retreat to the kitchen, hunting through the cabinets for plastic bags. 

“It’s nothing. Look, just get it looked at, okay?”

“Mierda, I don’t need two moms.”

“So help me god, Ortega, you should thank your lucky stars it’s me and not Tiá here telling you.”

“I don’t know whether to be ecstatic or terrified at how well you two have hit it off.”

You roll your eyes, not that Ortega can see it. “She’s just grateful someone’s out there making sure her daughter doesn’t get herself killed is all.”

“She wants you to come over for the holidays, did she tell you that?”

You pause, staring into the freezer with a handful of ice. “Huh.” The lance of cold in your hand pulls you back out of your head and you resume filling the plastic bag. “Like the day of the dead thing?”

“Dia de Muertos.”

“Yeah. That.”

“You know how I feel about parties.”

“Ari.” Her voice is sharp. “This is a private family thing.”

“Here.” You walk back into the living room hold a plastic bag full of ice. You carefully wrap it in a towel you stole hanging off the dishwasher and toss it to Ortega. “Keep that pressed on your knee, it’ll–“

“I know what an ice pack is mamá.” Her voice is teasing but you wince anyway. “You should come.” And she’s back to serious again.

You linger, leaning your arms on the back of the couch, grateful for the barrier it makes. How Ortega has to tilt back and up to see you. “I don’t… it’d be weird, wouldn’t it?”

“How would it be weird?”

God, she’s really going to make you spell it out? “You just said it. It’s like, a family thing, right?

She scoffs at you. “What? You think you aren’t family?”

You roll your eyes. “Ortega, we’ve known each other for barely three years.”

“And yet we’re practically sisters already.”

Something about that comment makes you wince, makes you want to stab back. Why? “Oh, so now I’m your sister? I thought I was your mother before.”

Ortega takes it stride. “Nothing says you can’t be both.”

You have to bite your lip to keep form laughing. “That’s kind of fucked up, isn’t?” You shift position, “Scooch over, I’m sitting down,” you warn before vaulting over the back of the couch, sliding down next to Ortega.

“You know, one day you’re going to break the couch doing that and there’ll be hell to pay.”

You don’t even try hiding your laughter this time. “You’ll have catch me first old woman.”

“Hey! 29 is not old.”

“Practically obsolete. Sorry Sparkles, but thems the breaks.” You can’t help the grin on your face now as Ortega glowers at you, right hand too preoccupied keeping the ice pack pressed to punch you. 

You touch a hand to your face– oh. Wince. “Well, I guess if I’m staying here awhile…” You try not to think about whether Ortega’s eyes are on you as you pull your mask off, running your other hand through your hair as is takes the new freedom to spill out all over your face in spiraling waves of reddish brown. It’s getting too long. You need to cut it back before it starts being a problem.

“I was wondering if I’d get to see that face today.”

You narrow your eyes at her as you drop your mask on your lap to continue fixing your hair. “C-cool your jets Carmen, or you’ll lose face privileges again.” You know perfectly well your face is awful, you wish she’d stop making jokes about it.

It doesn’t help that the way Ortega is looking at you is just making you more anxious. You shift position on the couch so you’re facing the balcony window. Huh. Still haven’t replaced the railing. Embarrassing. “Hey, I’ve been wondering,” Ortega starts and you brace yourself. That’s a terrifying way to start a sentence. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You freeze, both hands in your hair, mind blank.

What? 

“Oh– sorry.” From the corner of your eye you can sea Ortega reach back with her free hand to rub at her neck. “I was just… You’re always getting an earful from me and well,” Ortega keeps rubbing the back of her neck. “I just wanted you to… uh, feel free to vent your own troubles?” She glances at you. “I mean, if you want to, is all.”

You don’t look at her. “This is about that music guy isn’t?” Are you angry? Anxious? Both?

“How many more times do I need to say sorry about that?”

You press your lips into a grim smile. “At least two more milkshakes.”

“Well that’s not so bad.”

“You’re hard to stay mad at.”

You don’t have to be looking at her to know she’s got that smug grin on her face. “I’m just naturally charming.”

“Three milkshakes now, old lady.” You bite your lip, tracing patterns on your leg as you stare out the window. “You really don’t need to keep trying to set me up with people. It’s… weird?” 

Ortega huffs and leans forward, trying to intrude on your field of vision or see you face or both. “Why’s it weird?”

“It… it just is, okay?” You can’t tell her. It’ll beg too many other questions. Questions that you aren’t ready answer. Aren’t ready for how it’ll change things. You like what you have now. Too much maybe. You should have known better than to have gotten this comfortable with the Marshal. “I’m… not interested, is all. I guess.” You press your finger into you thigh, little patterns you’ve learned by heart now. You don’t want her to look at you differently. Like a man or like a–

There’s a brief moment of merciful silence and then– “So you are into women then.”

You choke. “What?”

Ortega laughs at the look on your face. “Honestly. I should have put it together after how hard you crushed on Sunstream.”

You can feel the heat on your cheeks. “God, what? I was just– Look. She’s been through a lot okay?”

“You were just worried for her.”

“Yes!”

“As a friend.”

You turn to look Ortega in the eye. You really need to snip this in the bud now or you’ll never hear the end of it. “I’m serious! You know how hard she took the Nanosurge.”

She raises a hand, “Okay, okay.” She doesn’t sound like she believes you.

You can feel the anxiety in your gut as the silence stretches out between you. “…I hope she’s okay.” You admit. No one’s seen or heard from Sunstream since the letter with her surprise resignation. You’ve done some poking around on your own, and it’s only given you a sinking dread the more you’ve looked. It feels like a warning shot.

Carefully, Ortega puts her hand on your knee. “I’m sure she’s doing fine. I think she’s got family out east.” Does she really think that or is she just trying to reassure you?

“I… I hope so.” You let out your breath, slumping into your seat. 

There was a time, before you started taking pills, that you found certain… men and women, had a… magnetic quality. They drew your eye whether you wanted it or not. It almost always got you nothing but trouble during missions. To say nothing of other, more dysphoric, thoughts. It had been a relief when that all went away. 

Or… it seemed like it had. Was Ortega right? Had you been crushing on Sunstream? But your concern had been strictly altruistic, hadn’t it? It had to have been, right? The idea that maybe you had some alternative… predatory(?) motive… You have to swallow down the nausea.

“I don’t know… how do you…” You bit down on the inside of your check hard enough to make you wince. “You’re the expert.”

Ortega raises her eyebrows at you. “Uh-oh. What’s this about?”

You roll your eyes at her, look away. “H-how do you know if you like someone?”

“Uh–” You glance back at her. You’ve made Ortega uncomfortable again. That seems to be happening more often lately. You can feel the knife of tension in your guts. Whatever it is you keep doing wrong, you wish you could stop.

She rubs at the back of her neck with her free hand as she looks away. Lost in thought? “Well, it’s.. you just know. I guess? Something clicks and off you go.”

“Sorry.” You whisper. “That was a weird question.” This is too much. You can feel your throat pinch too tight. Try to swallow it down. You push off the couch so you can pace by the window. Put that nervous energy to something besides hurting your leg.

“Being a celebrity doesn’t help.”

You shoot her a look. “You poor thing.”

“I’m serious!” Ortega’s voice is light but she’s not smiling. “Sorting out who’s genuine and who’s not… having some gossip rag blowing up every coffee into a new relationship… You’d be better off asking literally anyone else. I think my perspective might be a little warped.”

“I thought you said you ‘just knew’ or something.”

You watch Ortega squirm on the couch through her reflection on the glass window. “Well…” She forces a laugh. “I guess it isn’t really that simple.”

A thought occurs to you, bringing your pacing to a halt. “Wait.” You look at her, “Do you–” You cut yourself off. You don’t want to finish that sentence, or hear the answer you’re sure to get. The impossibility of the thought already hurts too much.

“What?”

“I–it’s– it’s nothing.” You lie. “S-sorry.” You roll your shoulder, feel the little pops and cracks. “Just stop trying to set me up with guys, okay? I’m… I’m not interested.”

Ortega looks back at you. You know that expression, like she’s trying to figure you out. Why do you keep talking to her? The more you talk the more she learns, the more dangerous she is. “No more men then?” She says.

You narrow your eyes. Like you wouldn’t catch that. “No more anyone.”

That gets a smirk, and Ortega waves a hand in defeat. “Alright, alright.”

You run a hand through your hair. Should have brought some bobby pins with you. “I don’t even get why you care so much.” You say as you return to the couch.

“I just want my friends to be happy, that’s not a crime now, is it?” She laughs. “It’ll be awkward if I have to arrest myself.”

You punch her in the arm, “Buzz off with that, Sparkles. I’m plenty happy as is.” God this whole conversation is fraying your nerves. You laugh, letting anxiety transmute into more nervous energy. “What do I need some dumb boyfriend for when I’ve got a best friend?” 

Ortega gives you a strange look, one you don’t know how to read. A kernel of panic starts in you mind before a grin breaks across her face. “So you’ll come to Mamá’s then?”

The question catches you off balance. You thought you’d successfully evaded that one. “I…” You look at Ortega, the expectant impression on her face. “Fine.” You say, admitting defeat. “But no more of this… w-weird matchmaker business. Okay?”

“Alright.” There’s that smug grin again. “If you ever change your mind though, I’m happy to help you out.”

You roll your eyes. “I– I won’t, I promise you.”

Special Delivery- Chapter 3

Mei lay listlessly upon her mattress, face still bleary with tears as she stared dully at the television screen, not really watching the rugby match still going strong. She was tired from crying, hunger and thirst gnawed her insides, her outside were sore and dirty from the scuffle earlier, and her mind ached with numb fear and despair. She’d had one chance, and it had only led to her nearly getting killed by minefield, roughed up by the pig-masked man, and summarily recaptured. And there might not be any more chances.

She heard the faint k-thump k-thump sound of a familiar peg leg outside, clacking up to the door. She immediately drew back into the corner, covering herself with the blanket. There was the clicking of a series of locks, and then a peg leg slammed the door open and Junkrat was back again. This time he was hauling a bulging burlap sack, which he threw into his makeshift kitchen before starting to empty it. To Mei’s relief, it only seemed to hold cans and containers of food, which he dutifully began stacking on his haphazard shelves.

Eying him warily, Mei remained withdrawn and silent, trying to make herself very small in her corner. But it was only a matter of time before his supplies were stacked, and he dusted off his hands and rounded upon her, placing both hands upon his bony hips. With that crooked smile, he grinned down at her as if they hadn’t been fighting for her life in the dirt just hours earlier.

“Well lookit who’s up yet again!” he said, almost mockingly friendly still. “Just in time for a tucker! Bet you’re hungry, eh love? Haven’t had anything in you since the back of that car, I wager.”

She didn’t answer, merely squinting at him. Back of what car? Perhaps he’d shoved her into the back of a car in order to get her here? She had no memory of anything after getting cornered on that side street. And she was ragingly hungry and thirsty. Not that she’d admit it to him.

“Still pissy, eh?” he grinned at her silence, snickering under his breath with clear glee. “Kinda thought a roll in the dirt might stir up an appetite. Then the whole chain fiasco. Didn’t take you for the slap and tickle sort, but I guess you like it a bit rough.”

Mei turned her head and stared at the floor, tucking her face into her knees. She definitely did not want this Junkrat going down that trail of thought. But he took no notice of her chagrin and kept on talking.

“Heh! Silent treatment! That’s tough tits for you, love, because I jabber on enough for ten people. How about some din-dins?” He paused, but received no answer. “No? Nothing? Guess I’ll just make meself a big Hog-sized plate of eggs and hash all for my lonesome, then!” The junker was already tying on an absolutely filthy grease-stained apron that read KISS THE COOK in much-faded letters, though it looked like he’d purposefully scrubbed away part of an O so it read KISS THE COCK instead. Ugh. Typical. And disgusting.

She remained curled in her corner, watching him balefully as he set up what looked to be a camp stove and pan. Her heart did seize a little when he picked up a rather large knife, but he didn’t even turn her way. She couldn’t see everything the strange man was doing, his beanpole form with his back to her blocking some of whatever he was chopping up on the counter. And throughout it all, just like he said, he talked.

“Now you and I, sweetness, we’re going to have a chat about hospitality. Because I’ll be damned but you’ve gone and pissed all over mine. But you know what, not even that mad at ya. Just scared. Weren’t you, darl? Moved too fast when you woke up, s’my fault really. Probably your head’s all fucked from how I found ya.” He continued chopping, rough enough that she saw flecks of something or other flying into the air. “So I’m gonna be the decent bloke here and let you know that bygones are just bygones! Pretty gallant for someone you just near on ganked with a chain, don’t you think? But really, don’t try to make another attempt at that because Roadie’s in one of his moods, and someone usually dies when he’s in one of his moods. And you’re too cute to get splattered. Oi! How d’you like your eggies!”

Mei stared at him from over the tops of her knees and maintained her shield of silence.

Junkrat sighed wearily. “Nothing? I see how it is. Well guess what, Sullen Sally, you being a little snit about things isn’t improving the situation here. And you just lost dinner fork privileges, by the by! Yeh, I see how you’re looking at me, thinking you’re going to fork ol’ Jamison in the back. Well I’m onto you. It’s spoons for you from here on in.”

He hummed tunelessly to himself as he began piling things into the frying pan, sparking up the camp stove. And soon she recognized the scent of cooking onions and potatoes, the vapors instilling a hunger in her that had only been kept at bay by fear. If Junkrat was right, it really had been days since she’d last eaten, and she was feeling it. And while her junker captor bobbed to some unheard beat and kept cooking, she found herself not really caring what it was that he was making, if he just gave her some.

Unfortunately, her silence earlier (probably combined with trying to kill him before that) had not done much for his good will. As she watched, he piled an enormous portion of hash and eggs onto a plastic tray instead of a plate. Frankly, she was surprised he didn’t eat out of a trough. And instead of offering her any, he took his tray and ambled over to his couch, setting it on his lap as he picked up a fork and promptly began shoveling piles of food into his jaws as he watched her.

Mei glanced up very briefly to his wild golden eyes, then back down to the tray of hash. She was literally salivating now, and swallowed thickly a few times as she tried not to let it drool out of her mouth. Junkrat only smirked even harder when he noticed, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he really did intend to taunt or starve her for her transgressions. He couldn’t be trusted, after all.

He speared a chunk of potato on his fork and pointed it at her. “I can see you’re hungry. Well, I offered you some! S’wrong? S’not poison, see? You don’t like eggs, maybe? What do you like? If you tell me, I’ll get it for you. But you gotta talk to me, pet. How about we start with your name, and then you tell me what you’ll eat.”

She warily bit her lip, but her snarling stomach was too strong to ignore. And he might as well know the name of the lady he had abducted. So she drew herself up a little and kept her eyes on the tray of hash. “Mei-Ling Zhou…Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou.”

His bushy eyebrows shot up. “No foolin’? A doctor! Maybe my luck is changing, I snagged a doctor! Listen, doc, think you could take a look at me? Have enough aches and pains to fill a list. And I got this weird lump on my-”

“Not that kind of doctor!” She held up both hands quickly, warding off any more talk about his lumps. “Not a medical doctor.”

Rat wrinkled his nose in disappointment, then shrugged. “Eh! What use is a doctor who can’t do doctor things? All right, Mei-Ling Zhou. Mei-Ling. Mei. That’s a pretty name.” He turned his crooked smile upon her, clearing his throat and trying a little too hard to be suave. “Pretty name for a pretty lady.”

She half-lidded her eyes at him in reply.

He merely took another huge bite of his dinner, chewing noisily and speaking around a jaw full of food. “Still pissed at you, mind. Gonna have bleedin’ blues and purples all over my neck for a week and my voice is cracking all over, worse than usual. And you trying to kill me in a shithouse? Hell of a location to take someone out. Insult to injury, that is. You know, Miss Mei, I gotta say I rather expected a little more gratitude on your end. ”

Gratitude! He expected gratitude from her! She could feel her hackles rising at the very thought, but she was still very much aware of her situation- chained to a wall and half-naked. She couldn’t risk angering him. So she swallowed and kept her voice soft. “Sorry? I was…scared.”

“Aw, sweetness!” Rat’s gaze softened, going positively gooey in their centers, and his maniac grin almost became a regular one. “See! I knew it! S’not your fault, you just didn’t know what was what, just like I said. Well not to worry. You’re completely safe here with me! I’ve made sure of it. Come on, dry your eyes. Give us a smile!”

She did not give him any sort of smile. “Junkrat? You said your name was Junkrat. Please…you have to let me go.”

He scrunched his face to one side again, spearing another hunk of sausage and shoving it in his gnashing maw. “Sorry, love. I already told you, can’t just let you go off on a lark. Not around here. There’s too much danger around here for wanderin’ guests. And not with folks out looking for you. I shudder t’think of the consequences! You arready saw one of our security measures? Well, they’re for good reason. I know what they’re like. But I’ll keep those louts away from you if it’s the last bleedin’ thing I do.”

“What if…What if you just let them find me? What if you just let me go, and they found me, and I didn’t tell anyone that you took me! Nobody has to get hurt, if you just let them find me safe.” She turned upon him with pleading eyes, pulling her blanket closer around her. It was a long shot, but if the police were searching for her, maybe she could convince the junker to free her in return for clemency.

It didn’t surprise her when he denied her request. What did surprise her was his confusion over it. His brows knitted up and he stared at her as if she was the one who was crazy. “The fuck? Are you bloody mad, love? You want me to let them find you?”

“Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I!”

He set the tray down, still out of her reach. Seemingly baffled, he rose and began pacing uneasily, smoothing back his soot-stiff blond hair. “Well this is…Arright, I see how it is! During our little scuffle, I must have whomped your head a bit. That’s all. Rattled your brains about, and now you’re spitting nonsense. Because you’d have to be mad to want that.”

“There’s nothing mad about it. And I promise you, I won’t tell them that you’re involved. You and your friend, you’ll go completely free. We can just…go our separate ways. Nobody gets hurt, and I can go back with them. Everything can still work out if you just let me go.”

He lunged at her so suddenly that she recoiled, slamming her back into the rough wooden wall. The lanky junker loomed over her, gaze skeptical as he brought his face uncomfortably close to hers. So close that she could smell the eggs and hash he’d just been eating. She almost would have kissed him for a taste of it, if she hadn’t been trying to lean as far away from his person as possible.

Rat stared very intently into her eyes through her glasses, then frowned. “Huh. Was seeing if you got wonky pupils.Ya know. Brain damage. Maybe a little concussion. Don’t fret, lovely, I’ve had plenty of concussions and I turned out just fine! Because that’s what you probably have is brain damage, talkin’ like that.”

“I’m not…concussed. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now please, just let me go!”

He still looked baffled. Still eying her, he shook his head, doubt clear. “You honestly want me to return you to them? Are you having a go at me, Mei? Or is this…Wait, is this some sort of suit rich-lady sex thing?”

“S-sex thing?!”

“Like…get yourself ‘kidnapped’ by junkers? And then they rough you up a bit? Like you have this bad boy fantasy? Or is this like…a cuckold thing? You and your hubby set this up?”

“Husband? Fantasy? What on earth does that even mean! W-why would anyone, why do you think I would…No! What are you talking about!”

Junkrat merely looked confused and even a bit put out. “Because…Look, if this is just some weird fetish you got, this kind of changes how everything went down. And…wow, fuck am I ever in trouble if that’s the case! But I mean…uh, if you really want some junker action sex fantasy here, I’m just saying, if you want that, I’m always available t- OW!”

***

She’d hit him. The bloody crazy not-doctor lady had just hauled off and slugged him. It didn’t hurt, really, not like when she’d choked him out and had the leverage to do so. From down there, she was just too small and soft and there was no power behind it. But she’d clearly meant it to hurt, so he humored her and yelped a bit, falling back right onto his arse.

This Mei-Ling Zhou, who was a doctor but not the right type of one, was even cuter when she was mad. And lucky him, but she seemed to be constantly mad. Even now she was glaring at him, full offense taken.

“How dare you! How can you treat this as a joke!”

He snorted and scooted away from her. “Touchy, touchy! I’m not the one who wants to go running off into…that kind of particular situation! And they say I’m touched in the head. You? You got problems, darl.”

“You’re the one keeping me chained to a wall! After…After what you tried to do to me!”

He threw up both hands. “For the bloody record, I did not! I was trying to gently persuade you not to go runnin’ off into a fuckin’ minefield! So yes, I had to jump on you, but only a little. You know, after I tried calling out to you, but couldn’t. On account of you stranglin’ me to a half death in a goddamn shithouse! And don’t think I forgot that absolutely spot-on nut shot you gave me. Fockin’ hell, I’m going to be singing soprano for weeks.”

“I was trying to stop you from hurting me! Just let me go!”

“I’m not hurting you! For the last time, I am not the junker what was going to hurt you!” he couldn’t help the snarl creeping into his voice, even if it hurt his throat and made her cower. “I know that you rich doctor lady types think all junkers are the same, but it’s not the case. Here. I know your brain’s rattled, so I’ll make this easy to remember for us both. Me, Junkrat. Me good. Good junker. Junkers out there? Baaaad junkers. Me keep you here for your own safety. Ya bloomin’ nutcase, ya.”

“You’re not funny!” she snapped, though she still shrank away from him.

“I happen t’think I’m hilarious!” he answered primly, putting his nose in the air and placing a hand to his bony chest. “Look, darl. This is all getting off on the wrong foot. And that’s bad news for me, because I only got one! Ha!” He shrieked a laugh, but she merely looked unimpressed. Tough crowd. “But look. I promise you, even though I dunno what your weird deal is, I’m not gonna let you come to harm. Never. I tried to tell you, the only reason I put on your cuff there was to keep you from wandering out into danger. And right the damn moment I took it off you, you wandered out into danger…Well, it’s clearly going to stay on a little longer until we hash a few things out. Oh, right, I still got that hash left…”

She eyed him carefully, clearly distrustful. “But…You can take it off me soon, right? And you don’t want to hurt me? Or do…anything bad, to me?”

“Swear it! Upon my very life.” He straightened up to his massive height, slapping a hand over his heart. “I won’t hurt ya, and you and me, we can figure this out. And I’ll make it comfy for you as long as you’re here, until we figure what’s what. Promise.”

Mei was silent for a long while, rubbing up and down her arm and not looking at him. He offered her his best smile, the constrained one that looked a little less boom-crazy. She didn’t smile back, but she did finally look back at him. Even though he knew his promise still wasn’t worth too much to a scared and clearly confused woman, she seemed a bit less outright terrified of him.

“Can I…please have something to eat?” she finally asked, wrapping her arms around her stomach rather meekly. “And drink? Please?”

He brightened, holding up a finger for her to wait before he went scrambling back to the sofa, with its tray of eggs and hash. He didn’t have the fine china she was probably used to eating off of, being a fake doctor and all, but it would have to do. Heaving the coffee table over in front of her mattress with a screech against the wood floor, he juggled the food tray up in one hand and brought it slamming down in front of her.

She swallowed hungrily, but was still looking up at him in a very expectant manner. Oh right! Ladies didn’t eat with their hands like he usually did. Holding up two fingers, trying to signal her to wait even longer, he went limping back into his kitchen, sorting through his cabinets and completely forgetting where everything was in the process. She’d lost sharp cutlery privileges, but he still needed to find a spoon, after he’d used the last batch of metal spoons as connecting rods for that one bomb one time back in-

He slammed open a cupboard and found it crammed full of cans of preserved peaches, the shelf below crowded with beans. Ah, two of his favorite things. Maybe she would want some, but later. He did manage to find a wooden stirring spoon in with a collection of tinfoil and rubber bands. And he’d have to try and remember where those were, for the next time he needed them. He probably wouldn’t remember. What was he going to remember, again?

Hobbling back the few steps across his humble home, he set down the too-large spoon and a new mug of water on the table before her, then reeled back, clasping his hands and waiting expectantly. And lucky him, but the lady did still have her manners. She looked a bit confused at the gigantic spoon, but picked it up anyway as she shuffled herself closer to her meal, looking up at him with a little “…Thanks.”

“Any time! Any time, love! You just have a bite to eat, and then we’ll talk about…everything else, I guess? I mean, you can’t honestly expect me to just let you go wandering off to…ugh. The others. I’d be an irresponsible host. Can’t have that.”

“What others? You mean that masked man?” She had an awkward time with her oversized utensil, but after a few wary bites, she became a whirling dervish of spoons and eggs and potato bits, shoveling it into her jaws almost as eagerly and rudely as he had. Poor thing.

He smiled dreamily as he watched her stuff her face, bits of egg falling out of her lip. She really was a cutie. “Roadhog? Nah. Look, I know he’s pretty fearsome. But underneath that gruff, blood-spattered exterior is…” His eyes drifted apart slightly, trailing off. “Huh. No, I guess he’s pretty much himself. Well they don’t call him the one-man apocalypse for nothing. But he’s my best mate and one hell of a standover man in these parts. I didn’t hire him on for nothing, you know. He won’t be hurting you, so long as you just don’t get in his way. And while you’re safe in here, you won’t! Easy peasy!”

His eyes swerved away from her meal, easily distracted as ever, to the television still playing off to the side. The sports had finished a while ago, and now it was some sort of news show. A skirt-clad woman with large breasts and a larger smile was showing off the weather for the next week. Not surprisingly it was hot, hot, and more hot.

Mei spooned up the last of the eggs, though she seemed strangely hesitant about the sausage. She looked at it with a knitted brow, bit her lip, looked at it again…and then finally scooped it up and ate it too. Junkrat tilted his head at her.

“Not to your liking, darl? I can make ‘em even crispier next time. Got a nice new blowtorch, even, can put it to good use!”

“Erm…No thank you. I normally don’t eat meat, is all. But…I was really hungry. Thank you?”

He practically wiggled at even the most basic gratitude. “Yeah yeah yeah! Whatever you need, darl! I’ll get it for you!”

“But shouldn’t we talk about me going home? You said you’re not going to hurt me but…I don’t belong here. Why did you even bring me to this place?” She hugged herself, and he couldn’t help it as his eyes darted to the way the thin jersey clung to the sudden bulge of her chest.

No no no. Eyes up, Junkrat. Eyes up. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze back up. “Because it’s the safest place in the Outback, love. Not like I could take you back to wherever it is you came from until I know where that is! And even then, you’re a long travel from any of the coastal cities.” His eyes darted again when he saw his words only upset her further. “But we’ll get you there! We just got to lay low for a bit while they’re combing around for you. The one you were meant for, he is not happy. Went through a lot of trouble to rescue you, after all.”

She gave him a strange look. “Rescue me?”

“Yeah! When I rescued you from those other junkers!”

“…Other junkers? What do you mean-”

He didn’t hear the rest of what she said, because suddenly there were two of her. For a moment he thought maybe his brain had crossed wires again. That happened sometimes. But no, there were definitely two Meis. The jersey-clad Mei in front of him, who still had a bit of egg stuck on her chin…and another Mei on the television behind her.

“Hold up! Hold the phone! Shhh! Shut!” He snapped his fingers loudly, then made a zipping motion near her mouth, which seemed to startle her into silence. Blindly groping around him, he grasped her spoon and pointed it at the tv, before throwing it away and replacing it with the remote, slamming the audio on. Mei turned to follow his gaze, both of them looking to the news program.

A female voice was narrating. “-environmentalist expert from Xi’an, China, visiting for the Australian Environment Efforts summit in Sydney. Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou was reported as a missing persons by her summit cohorts nearly four days ago. Foul play is suspected, and the police are currently following up on several leads. If anyone has any information on Dr. Zhou’s whereabouts-” More pictures of Mei flashed across the scene. “They are encouraged to bring it to the attention of the authorities. A substantial reward has been offered for-”

The words ‘reward’ and a series of numbers popped up at the bottom of Mei’s last known photo. A very nice set of numbers. A very generous set of numbers. All for rescuing someone that he had already rescued. This little not-doctor sitting half-nude on top of the mattress beside him was apparently worth serious coin. Enough coin to get a man’s attention, for sure.

The missing persons report ended and the news went on. Mei herself seemed rather dumbfounded, slowly turning to give Junkrat another very wary look. Her apprehension was back, posture tense as if she was not entirely certain how he was going to react.

Junkrat was already grinning back at her.

Departed Chap 4 Pt 2

Ship: Slow burn Sprace

Warnings: Panic attack, abuse mentions

“Aye, Racer! Spot! Over here!” The boys were greeted by Albert’s loud voice upon arrival at the ice rink. Everyone else was already there and in various stages of lacing up their ice skates. After waving them over, Albert turned his attention back to Finch, who was having trouble lacing up his skates. Race and Spot watched as Albert moved his hands away from the laces and kissed his forehead before expertly lacing and tightening them for him.

“They’re disgustingly adorable,” Spot murmured as Finch kissed Albert as a thank you.

“Honestly, I can’t even be mad- they’re literally perfect for each other.” Race said, gently tugging Spot’s sleeve to lead him to the ice skate rental stand.

After they each had gotten their skates, they joined the others at the benches.

“Jus’ a fair warning, I’m awful at ice skating,” Spot said as he tied up his skates.

“I gotchu,” Race said, holding out a hand to help Spot up, “I’m decent at it.”

“Oh yeah,” Spot laughed, “Didn’t ya do like five years of what was it? Ice theatre or whatever?”

“Theatre on Ice?” Race supplied, nodding grimly, “Yes, don’t remind me. Those were my pre-dancer days, I didn’t know what I was doin’ with my life.”

Spot chuckled again and moved to step tentatively onto the ice. He was able to keep himself fairly steady for all of thirty seconds until he tried to actually skate. His legs began to wobble violently and he flailed his arms out helplessly in an attempt to regain balance. Accepting his fate, he shut his eyes and braced for a fall, but one never came.

He felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso, holding him upright, “Whoa there, chief, easy does it.”

Spot looked up to see Race laughing down at him and pouted, “I toldya I’m awful.”

“I never doubted ya.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Spot said, squinting his eyes.

“I mean, I could,” Race smirked, “But then ya’d fall.”

“Smartass.”

Race smiled and shifted their position so he was standing in front of Spot, then casually reached down to take his both his hands. Spot blushed slightly and prayed to whoever was listening that Race would just take it as him being cold.

“Here, I’ll keep us up,” Race said, beginning to glide backwards, “Jus’ hold on.”

Spot had no choice but to listen as Race began to slowly guide the two of them around the rink. He looked down to observe how Race’s feet were moving and began to try and copy the technique. After a few minutes of doing so, he felt Race let go of his hands. He tried not to let that disappoint him too much.

“There ya go,” Race said appraisingly, “You’re gettin’ it.”

Spot smiled as he started to move more smoothly, “Holy shit, m’actually not dying.”

They passed Jack and Katherine on their way around the rink and Jack raised his eyebrows, “Wow Racer, you actually got ‘im goin’. Last time we went skatin’, m’pretty sure Spot spent the majority of the time with his ass on the ice.”

“Oh he definitely didn’t stay up for more than five seconds at a time,” Race said, nodding seriously as Spot flipped the two of them off, “The idiot refused to even try.”

“The idiot is standing right here.” Spot grumbled as Jack, Race, and Katherine laughed.

“All in good fun, Spottie,” Race said, clapping Spot on the back, causing him to stumble and fall onto the ice with a loud thump.

“Fuck you, Higgins.”

XXX

The mood during the car ride back to Spot’s apartment was the cheeriest it had been all week. Albert and Finch had decided to come over for dinner and Race was in a significantly better mood than earlier that day. The four boys sang loudly to Christmas carols the whole time, but the happy spirits were quickly crushed as they pulled up to Spot’s complex.

“Holy shit,” Race hissed, turning off the radio.

“What?” Spot asked as he parked.

“I-I think I saw Melissa’s car,” He said, his voice shaking.

“Uh, what’s bad about that?” Finch asked from the back seat, but Spot and Race ignored him.

“Are ya sure it was hers?” Spot asked, feeling tension bubble up in his stomach.

“Yeah, m’pretty sure. It was her license plate.”

“Fuck, well, what do you wanna do?”

Race bit his lip, worry creased between his eyebrows, “Let’s jus’, um, jus’ go up to the apartment through the back. Maybe we’ll avoid her wherever she is.”

Spot sat for a moment before turning off the car, “Alright.”

“Wait,” Now it was Albert speaking from the back, “I don’t understand. Why’re we avoiding Race’s girlfriend?”

“She’s an asshole.” Race snapped, his tone indicating that was all he was going to share.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Finch mumbled. They all walked hastily around the side of the building, entering Spot’s complex through the back and riding the elevator up to his floor. Just when they thought they escaped danger, Spot saw Race freeze in his steps. He met Race at the corner, Finch and Albert on his heels, only to see Melissa standing in front of his apartment.

“Okay, that’s jus’ creepy,” He heard Albert whisper.

“Antonio!” She called in a fake sweet tone, “I had a feeling you’d be here with Sean.”

She began to walk towards them and Spot stepped defensively beside a still-frozen Race.

“Are ya seriously that dumb?” Spot asked, anger dripping in his voice, “Showing up here was probably the shittiest thing ya could do.”

Melissa cocked her head, “I was just looking for my boyfriend, Sean. He had a nasty fall the other day and got really hurt and then just ran off. I was worried about him,” She turned to Race, “What have you been telling them, baby?”

“I-I-” Race swallowed.

Spot cut him off, “Don’t you dare make this out as Race making shit up,” He half-shouted.

He saw Race flinch slightly out of the corner of his eye, but he was too angry to stop, “I heard that fuckin’ phone call the other day, asshole. I saw the fuckin’ hand-shaped bruises! And I don’t even wanna repeat some of the things he’s told me you’ve done!”

Melissa simply stared at him, her face seemingly calm, but her eyes anything but. Then, in a sudden flurry of movement, she reached out and grabbed Race’s wrist, yanking him towards her. Race gasped and shut his eyes tightly and immediately, Albert and Finch stepped forward, pulling him back out of her grip.

“Don’t ya dare fuckin’ touch him,” Finch seethed. Albert and him both let go as Race squirmed in their grip.

“N-no, it’s fine,” He said, sounding slightly breathless, “I’ll go, l-lemme jus’ grab m’stuff. I’m sorry I-”

“No,” Spot said, firmly, “Race, you’re not goin’ anywhere. You on the other hand,” He said, pointing to Melissa, “Are going to get the fuck out of here before I call the fuckin’ police on your pathetic ass.”

Melissa huffed before looking at Race again, “You can never take anything like a man, can you? You fucking worthless piece of shit, always ruining-”

“Oh, jus’ shut UP already,” Albert shouted, “Literally, jus’ fuck off. I dunno what you think you’re accomplishin’ besides making a bunch of people fuckin’ hate you. Now do as Spot said and leave before I call the police myself.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone as if to prove a point.

Melissa glared at Albert for a tense moment before pushing past Race and stalking down the hall and out of sight. As soon as she was gone, Race paced away from Albert’s side and slid down the wall. His entire body was shaking in short bursts and his breathing seemed to grow more erratic by the second.

None of the other boys moved for a second, then Finch tugged on Albert’s arm, “We’ll go wait in the apartment.”

Spot nodded and dug the key out of his pocket and handed it to him, then moved to kneel in front of Race. He reached out a hand to place it on Race’s shoulder, but quickly retracted it when he flinched and whimpered.

“Race, dude, m’not gonna hurtcha.” He said softly.

“I know,” Race gasped, “Please, jus’ don’t touch me.” He sobbed.

“Alright, no touching. Got it.” He bit his lip. He wasn’t quite sure what to do to help Race- he hadn’t seen anyone breakdown like this before. But he had to try something, because Race was hyperventilating and very clearly worked up.

“Okay, Tony, ya listenin’?” Race nodded minutely, but Spot caught it, “Aight, good, uh, we gotta fix your breathing, dude, it’s not so good right now. So, let’s jus’ try ta breathe together a bit? Deep breaths, like me.”

He took a deep measured breath and waited for Race to attempt to do the same, but all that resulted in was a mini coughing fit, “Hurts, Sean.” He whined.

“I know, Racer, but we’re gonna fix that. Ya gotta try and take some more deep breaths, though. From your chest, dude.” He watched as Race tried to take another deep breath and let out a breath of relief when he didn’t cough this time.

“Good job,” He praised, “Canya try another? Here, I’ll do it with ya.”

It took a few more minutes, but eventually Race’s breathing was back to an acceptably normal pace. He opened his eyes slowly, keeping them cast downward as he rubbed his face with his sleeve. Spot crawled around to sit next to Race against the wall. They sat in silence for a bit while Race finished calming down completely.

“How did this all fuck up?” He eventually murmured, his voice scratchy and spent, “She was seriously perfect at first then...I dunno. She jus’ flipped suddenly.”

Spot looked sideways at him, “I’m so sorry, Racer. I’m sorry you ever had to experience anythin’ like that.”

Race just continued to stare at the floor, his eyes glassy and dazed, “Fuck her.” He said, before standing up on shaky legs. Spot stood too and the two of them walk silently down the hall to Spot’s apartment.

Spot knocked and Albert was there almost immediately to let them in.

“I’m gonna go cook.” Race said before Albert could say anything. He crossed the room to the kitchen and pulled out his phone and earbuds.

“How’s he doin’?” Albert asked, closing the door and walking with Spot to the sofa. Finch was already sitting there, a worried look on his face.

“Not good. Let him cook, it calms him down.” Spot said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So,” Finch sighed, “Melissa’s been abusin’ him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yep.” Spot confirmed.

“How long?” Albert asked.

“Dunno, but he shows up at my damn apartment on Friday, covered in blood and bruises.”

A look of realization dawned on Albert’s face, “Oh my god, his Styx T-Shirt. That day at the laundromat- that was ‘cause of her.”

Spot just nodded.

“What else has she done?” Finch asked, his voice slightly horrified.

Spot shook his head, “That isn’t for me ta share. None of this really is, but you guys couldn’t go with no explanation. But, let Racer tell ya if he ever feels like it.”

“She’s awful.” Albert stated.

“Yeah, she is.”

A half hour later, Race called Spot to help him set up places at the counter. His eyes were still red and his hands were still shaky, but overall, he seemed to have calmed down significantly. The four boys ate the fettuccine alfredo that Race had made and talked about various things. Race said a few words here or there, but mostly stared at his plate, pushing food around.

After dinner, Race and Spot bid Albert and Finch goodbye and the two boys went to their own apartment across the hall.

As soon as they were gone, Spot turned to Race, “How are you feelin’?”

“Honestly? Like shit.” Race said, shrugging, “Can we just sleep?”

“Yeah, totally,” Spot said.

They got ready for bed quickly and bid each other goodnight, but after about ten minutes, Spot heard his door open.

“Spot?” Race whispered, “Could I-”

Before Race could finish, Spot shifted over in the bed and pulled back his blanket as an invitation. He heard Race sigh in relief and felt the bed dip as he crawled in.

“I’m here for ya.” Spot whispered into the dark. He felt Race reach out for his hand and squeeze it and Spot shifted closer so he and Race were right next to each other. Race let go of his hand and snaked his arm across Spot’s stomach. Spot hesitated, then wrapped one arm around Race, pulling him closer.

“Thank ya, Sean.”

It was a good moment- a safe moment.

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sEX tOy

C H A P T E R   F I V E

Chapters: prologue, one, two.1, two.2, two.3, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,  eleven, twelve, thirteen. [finished]

EXO’s sEX prOfile

Wu!’s sEX prOfile 

Your sEX prOfile 

A/N: WOWOWOW!! This is the longest chapter so far holy! I’m sorry if ya’ll don’t like long ass chapters!! I try to keep them short but I just get lost once I start.... And it’s also kinda the most NSFW so far????  I'm sorry about this chapter in advance!! xx

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!reader & Suho x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: M (Mature, 17+) NSFW

Warnings: NSFW!, swearing, sexual content, mention of pee but not quiet watersports, self objectification(?) & "artificial balls" 

Kinks: Femdom, body fluids, humiliation, female masturbation, Daddy & praise

Concept: An alternative universe where big idols can secretly hire so called ‘’sex toys’’ for their personal pleasure. You (fem!reader) are hired by EXO to please them as they wish. 

Word count: 5.3K

"Y/N!" I heard loud banging as I slowly awoke from my sleep. I realized my position and started rubbing my eyes. Still laying right on top of Kyungsoo's bare chest as his big arms were wrapped around my waist. The loud bangs continued as I located them coming from the door. "Y/N~! I NEED YOU!!" Suho's rough morning voice came out loudly. I groaned; too tired to get up yet. Nonetheless I wormed my way out of Kyungsoo's grip and started picking up my clothes which were scattered all around the room. Once dressed I exited through the door; soon to be met with Suho's frustrated face. "Goodmorning..?" I was unsure about his mood. Was he mad at me? “ "First off, where were you and Kyungsoo last night? He needs all of his meals to stay in shape and so do you" his tone of speech was soft and concerned rather than angry. I muttered out a small 'i'm sorry..' before he continued. "Second; I can't get Baekhyun out of his forsaken room!" He exclaimed with a swing of his arms in frustration. "He said he only wants to see you right now and that no one else is allowed to enter his room. But we need to get going for practice!" He paused to take a breath so he could calm himself. "Will you please check on him?" His face seemed desperate. I responded with a soft chuckle, a smile and a 'sure' before heading to the stubborn boy's room. With a knock on the door I called out his name. "Baekhyunie!" I paused for a second "May I come in?" It stayed silent but footsteps were heard as he neared the door before he flicked the lock open. Not waisting a second I entered. He stood in the middle of the room staring at me with tired eyes as he covered his body with his huge blanket. His eyes seemed red and puffy; this raised a big concern in me. Had he been crying?! "Baekhyun! What's wrong?" I exclaimed as I neared him for comfort. He flinched at my action and backed away. "P-please close the door, miss" he spoke in a whisper. I did as he requested and locked the door again. Once I turned he had dropped the blanket to the floor, this revealed his grey sweatpants with a big wet spot on them. My mind worked out quickly what had happened and a slight panic started within me. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I rushed to him and only then noticed the even bigger stain on his bed. "I feel so stupid!" He cried out suddenly. I knew his subspace must've been in overdrive by this. He was so vulnerable right now. Crying was a reaction given by most subs if things might become too much during the act. But that meant Baekhyun had been in his space for quiet some time by now! "I'm a grown man! Why do I feel like i'm such a baby? A little kid who can't control their own pee!" He swore at himself. "No! No Baekhyun! It's not your fault!" I assured him. My arms wrapping around his waist as I rested my head on his bare chest. "I'm swearing at myself again.." He muttered with his face down, lips against the top of my head. "This is exactly why I deserved this humiliation.." I was lost and didn't know what to say; making the room turn quiet for a moment. "It's my fault. I completely forgot" my hand rubbed his back slowly. "I'm a terrible dom. I'm so sorry Baekhyunie" I removed myself from him quickly and got on my knees, my character changing quickly. "W-What are you.." My action made the boy flustered. "You're getting a reward for your good behavior, my good boy" I smiled up at him as I pulled his wet sweatpants down. He was completely bare now, besides the godforsaken cage. I reached in my back pocket where the key had been since his punishment had started and unlocked it. The loudest moan I had ever heard came from deep within his chest. His cock immediately starting to harden. "Maybe I should clean it before you-" his words were cut short as my lips wrapped around his glistening red tip, another moan leaving his lips. I licked his cock clean as good as I could and lubed it with my own saliva. I had never really tasted the yellow body fluid; it was pretty close to cum. Salty. But was clearly more fluid than creamy. Just the act of sucking on his urine covered cock made me wet. It gave me a rush. Believe it or not, but even as the sex toy I am, I still haven't done everything. As I felt that his cock was covered enough with my saliva, I started bopping my head faster. Baekhyun who felt embarrassed and was crying just seconds ago, was now a moaning mess. I knew he was in a rush so this couldn't last too long, unfortunately. "Be a good baby boy and grab my hair" I said in the softest voice I could while my hand stroked his hard length. Less hesitant than usual, I felt his hand grip my hair strongly before he pushed my face down his length. I let him decide his pace. He was close very quickly and speeded up fast. "F-Fuck-" he moaned right before his hot release was shut down my throat. His grip on my hair loosened slowly, allowing me to take his cock out of me as I swallowed anything left in mouth. "I'm sorry, I-I was really.." He muttered as I got back up to my feet. "It's okay, you deserved it." My hand rested on his chest. "Are you sure you're okay.." He hesitated with his words "You just swallowed m-my.." "Yes Baek, now stop your whining. You have practice to get ready for. I'll clean your bed, it's no biggie" with that I started my self ordered task. Once finished with changing Baekhyun's dirty bed sheets I left his room quietly. As soon downstairs I was attacked by Suho again. "What took you so long? Is he getting out? We need to leave in five minutes!" He exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes! He's getting ready" I assured him before heading to the kitchen. "You're up early!" Chen exclaimed as he seemed surprised at my entry. "Of course, how could I sleep with Suho shouting the whole house together?" I teased the male who stood in the doorway. "Are you coming with us?" Chanyeol spoke as he was munching on something. "No." Suho spoke from the doorway in a rather strict form. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. It was not my intention to go along with in the first place. But now that Suho had said it so vulgarly I felt slightly down. "If she joins there will be no practicing done and our comeback is literally around the corner!" I understood his point as a leader; trying to ignore his blunt reaction from seconds ago. "I'm done!" A hurriedly Baekhyun was heard running down the stairs. Just right on time as their manager's car beeped from outside. The boys left quickly and as soon as the door closed shut a big sigh left from my lips. 'I could sleep all day!' I thought to myself with a bright smile. But before I did so, I decided to fill my empty stomach with some breakfast. My stomach was growling at the lack of food; it even started hurting. I must really be hungry. Not waisting my time on complaining, I made myself some breakfast and sat at the tv to enjoy it with some drama playing on the screen. Already having seen the whole series I grew bored of it quickly as I gulped down my last bite. I turned off the show and connected my phone to the tv screen as I placed my empty plate on the coffee table. In hopes of something nice I could watch I searched the internet. Distracted by my different social media's I stumbled upon my long forgotten writers account. It was on a website you could write your own stories and read the ones of others. I never really published something and usually kept my crappy writings to myself. But what I did use it for (too) ofter was to read erotics. Yes, I would get off on them and imagined being in that scenario. Most of the things I would bookmark to read were embarrassing; like any other erotic story, right? Well mine weren't your usual spanking kinks with your sweet dominating Daddy. I-I love being used. But not just that; being seen as nothing but an object. A object with three holes and two hands to take advantage of. Fuck, just thinking of it was turning me on. A small whimper leaving my lips as I found my hand travel down my stomach. As I reached the waistband of my jeans I stopped. I couldn't just touch myself on this couch where we would sit and enjoy innocent movies every few nights! A bit irritated by my own concerns I got up and left to my room. As I walked up the stairs I thought this over. Kyungsoo would literally hang me if he found out. But this made me want to do it even more. Just imagining Kyungsoo tying my wrists to a rope and hanging me off a ceiling while using my defenselessly weak body. A moan this time, left my quivering lips as I finally reached the top of the stairs. Knowing I had no toys in my own room, I walked into Chen's, he had one of the biggest collections. Under his bed was the box, just because the toys were simply too much and too big to all fit in one drawer. I reached for the box and pulled it out swiftly. Opening it I was met with a fountain of toys. A lot of which I hadn't even seen yet! There was a note on top. It read: ~Baekhyun, put the box back. I will kill you when I find out~ I snickered at the funny piece of paper. glad to not be named Baekhyun I ignored the note and fished out interesting looking objects. There were many vibrators, dildos, cock rings, butt plugs in all sizes, anal beats, even toys I couldn't identify. But why did he need all this? Half of it he would never use on his own. He had stated plenty of times he'd like to keep his tight and beautiful ass untouched. Too worked up to even think clearly about this, I took a familiar toy and his bottle of lube. Rushing to my room I laid myself out on my bed. I left my usually tightly closed door wide open this time. Thinking of what would happen if the boys would come home unannounced and walk in on me fucking myself. I quickly removed my clothes and threw them across my room mindlessly. Moans left my body as I started touching up myself. Grabbing my phone again I opened my internet browser and searched for video's to get me off. Too worked up to even type out my interest of being as I tapped random links and stared at the screen with hooded eyes and my lips parting open at the sight. The scene played on my screen started and so did my hand as I took the toy, a dildo, and placed it at my entrance. I lubed the toy thoroughly; too intimidated by the size I had chosen. Slowly I started working it in, first just the tip whilst slowly adding more inches. Too fixated on the screen to close my eyes in pleasure, but surely feeling my knot grow I left out useless and desperate moans. My mind too dazed to think of a scenario that would actually get me off. The video not doing it's job. Flicking my phone under my pillow instead I started focusing on my heat. The dildo had surprisingly fit all the way to it's artificial balls. My juices making wet sounds as they mixed together with the heavy amount of lube; this only working me up more as my moans became louder. Where I would usually moan a name this time all I could bring out was a string of curses. Just thinking of somebody, anybody, to take me as theirs. Hitting my sweet spot with the large tip of the rubber toy I made my climax finally reach it's peak. I was panting as I rode out my high; slowly coming down the toy still deep inside me started to ache. I slowly pulled it out, whimpers leaving my lips at the feeling. The toy was coated with juices as it finally appeared again. Sudden guilt washed over me. The realization of my actions hitting me as I sat up slowly. "S-Shit" I stammered, still a bit dazed. Getting up from my bed I quickly started cleaning up, trying to get rid of any evidence. Not just to avoid any given punishment, but too to avoid any embarrassment in front of the idol men. Cleaning the toy and placing it back neatly in it's box, returning the bottle of lubricant, cleaning not only my body but also my sweat covered bedsheets I hurriedly finished up. Not knowing when the boys would return but surely knowing I had covered myself up nicely I smiled to myself; tho guilt and shame were still lingering. Proceeding to my first day activity I had planned, before I was so rudely interrupted by my own hormones. I decided to take a well deserved nap. Getting comfortable in nothing but my pajamas I slipped into my freshly made bed and drifted off quickly. What felt like just seconds of sleep was in reality four hours when I woke up again. Clearly I had been slightly deprived from sleep. Fair to say; I needed that. I stretched my well rested limbs out as I stood from my bed. The day was already heading into the afternoon. Making me feel guilty for just laying around all day while the idol men were most definitely practicing their cute asses off. I sighed when I entered the kitchen to start on some potential dinner for the nine men. I felt completely lost, usually Kyungsoo or sometimes Chen would be at service. But this was comeback season and there was barely time for them to even have bathroom breaks, let alone eat properly. Not possessing of much cooking skill, I decided to get started on some basic pasta. But barely remembering my mom's recipe, I took it to the web to help me out. It wasn't as hard as I remembered as I had the two pans cooking on low fire while I cut the vegetables and stirred the meat from time to time. As I nearly finished the dish I worried about my timing. Had I started too early? What if they would arrive late and the food would be cold! Reaching for my phone I remembered it was left upstairs in my room. I turned down the stove and headed for it quickly. Once I reached and found my phone I was ready to search Suho's number. As I opened my contacts list I scrolled through it as 'Junmyeon' wouldn't be too hard to find at the top. But not even getting close to his name my phone screen flipped from my contact list back to my internet browser. My eyebrows furrowed as confusion struck me. Did I click on something? Soon my forgotten watch history was being played. The erotic video I barely got off on filled my phone screen. Trying to laugh it off I was about to turn the app off until I heard the loud moans that were supposed to come from my phone, coming from downstairs. Shit! I left my room quickly and stormed down the stairs. Once arrived I was met with nine men; some still standing in the hallway, some enjoying their view full on in the livingroom. My loud footsteps surely got their attention as they turned their visions to me. My trembling body still standing halfway down the stairs. It was silent, except for those goddamn moans blasting from the speakers. My heart was pounding. How could I have been so stupid to keep my phone connected to the tv?! Suho cleared his throat before he spoke. "This is so embarrassing.." He muttered. I gulped loudly, getting ready to explain myself somehow.. "I totally forgot to close the tab.." Suho said before I could even bring out a sound. He took a hold of the tv remote and swiftly removed the video from the screen and turning the tv off. "Y/N, I smell dinner..?" He smiled lightly. I was dumbfound. Why was he lying? What was going on? I didn't know how to react and stayed quiet for a solid five long agonizing seconds before coming to my senses. "Eum.. Y-yeah!" I exclaimed a little too loud maybe. Still shaken by the sudden event of complete embarrassment, I hopped down the last few stairs and quickly made my way into the kitchen as the men followed me. "Please sit down as I serve you dinner" I tried my hardest to speak clearly, my voice was shaky as my nerves weren't calming down. The men took each a seat at the big table. It was silent. I cursed their sudden silence and was missing their usual loud banter of nonsense. Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I filled nine heavy plates as soon as I could. Suddenly a voice was heard from behind me. "You like anal, Junmyeon Hyung?" Baekhyun spoke. Loud laughter was heard from the men behind me at Baekhyun's sudden words. My face heating up and turning completely red. Once again more guilt washed over me, but this time greater than ever. "Don't you like anal too, Baekhyunie?" Chanyeol spoke. "We all heard you that night" he snickered. "Ow! Y/N! Deeper!! F-fuck!!" Chanyeol imitated Baekhyun's moans. To avoid any chaos I finished up the last plate and served them their food quickly. Watching as they all dug in; surely being tired after a long day of work. I was satisfied with the sight of them eating well before I decided to spoon up some for myself. As soon as I had sat down to join them I was spoken to. "What did you do while we were gone?" Lay questioned as he swallowed his spoonful. A slight panic raising in me to lie. Some members looked at me while some continued to gulp down their meal. "I showered and took a nap" I said truthfully. "Why are you so quiet?" Kai shot at me. Not even giving me time to make up an excuse I was being answered for. "I think it's because of the video that wa-" Baekhyun's sentence was cut short as a loud kick was heard under the table. Looking over to the only person not reacting, Kyungsoo continued to enjoy his warm meal. Baekhyun yelped in pain as he reached for his hurt leg. "Why would she!?" Chen exclaimed. "It's not like she was the one watching it!" My face once again turning a bright red shade. I gulped down only my third spoon and suddenly felt not so hungry anymore. Getting up to put my food back as left overs another member expressed his thoughts. "Look, you guys made her uncomfortable!" Lay whined. "She made us this nice meal and all you guys do is jump her for no reason!" "You started it!" Baekhyun defended. "I-I'm just tired. It's no big deal, guys." I spoke turning to them whilst trying to hide the guilt written on my face. "I'm off to bed.. That nap seems to not have been enough" I tried to joke so I would come off less tense. "You go to your room and wait there for me, understood?" Suho suddenly spoke. His words suddenly turning the room tense again. "Of course" I spoke softly before greeting everyone goodnight with a bow and heading to my room. Anxiety was boiling deep inside me. I was lucky it wasn't either Kyungsoo or Xiumin who had said those words. But is Suho any better? He has never been even slightly irritated with me, now I made him embarrass himself.. A punishment from Suho is not something I am experienced with and that frightened me. He's a well trained leader, he knows how to keep people in line. Once I arrived at my room I subconsciously started cleaning anything out of the way. It was a tick I had when I was nervous. But most of my room seemed untouched and with nothing to clean I sat down, waiting for him to enter. How long would it take for him to even get here? My question was quickly answered as the doorknob turned and in walked Suho. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of me before he spoke. "Now, babygirl.." He let out a sigh as he walked back and forth in front of me. "I'm in a dilemma here, you see" he paused before gazing at me sternly. "You deserve a punishment for your irresponsible behavior, but I so desperately want to reward you for making us all that delicious dinner that you sadly couldn't enjoy as much as we did.." Another silence fell upon the room. He walked over to my desk and pulled the chair from it before sitting down. Legs spread in a manly matter as his forearms rested upon his knees with a stare burning through my brain. "I purposely forced you to stay home." He confessed. "I heard you last night.." He muttered "Jesus! We all heard you last night!" He exclaimed; this made my cheeks heat up quickly. "So I think you had your fair share of punishment already.." He snickered softly. "I just wanted you to take a day off and rest well. It's a bummer I now can't spoil you" he scratched the back of his neck. "Did Kyungsoo take good care of you afterwards though?" I nodded at his words, too flustered to open my mouth. "Can I see, sweetheart? I want to make sure" His stern nature turning soft at my trembling body. Suho's intentions were truly pure and driven by real concern. I signed another nod. "Lay on the bed for me, sweetie" I obliged and laid out on the bed. As my vision of him disappeared my anxiety rose; not knowing where or when to expect him. I could hear him walk behind me before I felt the bed dip. He crawled between my legs as he spread them apart. "Lift your ass up for me, babygirl" he spoke. As I did so I felt him slowly taking off my jeans, taking my panties with them. I heard him take a sharp breath between his teeth as he could see my behind now. I had no idea how it looked like. Was it that bad? "He really went off, didn't he?" I could hear him say. A heated blush crept up my cheeks as I let out a slight hum. "Does it still hurt, sweetie?" I shook my head but when I realized he couldn't see I softly spoke. "No.." "Are you sure?" "Yes.." Then I felt his hand softly press down onto my ass cheek. I winced at the sudden sting and hissed in response with my legs lifted upwards as a reflex as my muscles tensed. Another deep chuckle filled the room. "I know when you're lying" he spoke. "I-It only hurts when it's touched firmly.. L-Like a squeeze or w-when I sit down" I stammered. "So it must've hurt all day. It's still pretty red and I think if Kyungsoo went any further he might've caused you to bleed!" He exclaimed. "Be more careful next time okay?" "Okay" "You're having your first monthly check-up in a few days and if they find anything too heavy they'll take you away from us. You know that right?" I nodded at his words once more before whispering a soft 'Yes' again. "Besides, we really like you and feel all very comfortable around you." He said "Yes, we relieve a lot of stress through you and we love it. But we do not see you as just that. We really like you around a lot." His words stunned me. I had no idea how to react. I stayed silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. "Thank you~" I spoke softly before I felt his lips on my sensitive bruised skin. I let out a whimper. "S-Sorry" he spoke. "The bruises look so kissable. They need attention, baby" then his lips were on my bum again. Flashbacks from last night came back as dejavu washed over me. My core already quickly reacting to his touch. What started soon ended soon too as he removed himself from me all too sudden. "I'll get you some ointment, we really need to take care of your bruises" I felt his figure leave the bed and quickly exit my room. A sigh left from my lips as I felt like I could finally breath again. Curious to my own bruising I got up from the bed and walked to my big mirror. I was still dressed from the waist up and lifted my shirt to see more as I turned around. I was stunned by the sight. It really was red all over. Some black and blue spots starting to form as well. I examined each and every bruise slowly as I went down my thighs. I hated to admit it but.. I. Liked. Them.. How could I? "Ah, babygirl got curious" came from the doorway. Suho had returned with some ointment in hand. Once again he closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry for getting off the bed, D-Daddy.." I stammered with a bow. "No, please no apologies for tonight. Daddy wants to treat you. You have been working so hard" he smiled. "Can you be a good girl for Daddy and relax a little tonight?" I nodded in response, feeling good to know I didn't need to use any words. "Please lay on your stomach comfortably" he spoke motioning to the bed. I took my position and placed my hands beneath my pillow as my head laid comfortably on it. "I'll rub this in and then we can continue" he spoke as I felt him get onto the bed. He straddled my thighs as he applied the ointment and swiftly worked it in, making sure to not add too much pressure to the sensitive skin. I had been getting three messages in a row right about now and I honestly couldn't complain. Relaxing again into the familiar feeling I closed my eyes as my breathing slowed down I felt relieved. "You like that?" I heard Suho deeply giggle at the sight of me nearly falling asleep underneath him. I hummed in reply, feeling a bit too spoiled. "Good, you deserve it." He said finishing up the treatment as he placed the ointment onto my nightstand. I felt him move again as his touch on my legs left I heard him walking around. Once opening my eyes I was met with the sight of only his legs and hips right in front of me. His jeans forgotten in the corner of the room. He swiftly tossed his shirt to add to the tiny pile. I gulped at the view I was getting. His dick already hard and filling out his boxers nicely; pressed against his left leg by the tight fabric. His crotch was removed from my sight as he crawled onto the bed again. Straddling my thighs this time he made sure to press his member right against my folds. "Does my babygirl want to feel even better?" He hummed as his hips softly grind against me. I nodded in response as a whimper left my lips. "Yes, Daddy" I choked out. At that he moved off my legs to pry them apart slowly as he placed himself between my thighs I felt him shift clumsily. Once he stopped he rubbed his tip between my folds slowly. The sudden touch made me release a breathy moan as I bucked my hips further into him. His hands found my hips and placed me back down in place. "Be careful to not hurt yourself; i'll do the work" he spoke softly. One hand moved to line up his cock as he slowly entered me. His shaft filling me up perfectly. He thrusted softly whilst grunts came from his throat. His hands touching up my sides moved up and cupped my breasts underneath my shirt. With tight squeezes he firmly gripped them. My back arched at his touch. The stuffed feeling of his cock making me heat up. "Does it feel good, baby?" He said through heavy breaths. All I could do was release a whiney moan trying to tell him; yes, yes this felt amazing Junmyeon. His thrusts stayed very slow and steady. Taking his time to feel me up as much as I was feeling him inside me. Even though his thrusts were slow they didn't fail to brush up against my G spot. Making my heat even wetter. The room was filled with the sound of low moans and my juices. His hands moved down again and gripped my hips firmly to lift them off the mattress. As he did so one hand stayed on my hip to keep me up as the other left and disappeared between my thighs. I felt his middle finger rub my clit slowly. Another loud moan leaving my lips at the touch; his thrusts reacting to me as he sped up his rhythm. His hips nearly coming in contact with my behind as he kept pulling out right before he did so. "Baby, you look so good" he breathed. "Fuck! You're so tight! You make me feel so good" low moans left his throat in soft growls of pleasure. "Do you still feel good?" He questioned once more. "I'm close" I whimpered. “ I felt ecstasy fill my brain and daze my thoughts. All that my squirming body could focus on was Suho's soft tip brush up against my sweet spot. With every thrust getting more and more pleasurable and untying the knot deep inside me; inching me closer to my orgasm. "Then come for me, babygirl. Make Daddy even prouder than he already is" his voice adding to my overstimulated senses making me rock back my hips again. This time not being held back by him. His touch on my swollen clit roughened with his thrusts. As his hips touched my bum for the first time I felt the hot sting of the still healing bruises on my ass. I hissed, but it felt good. "Keep going!" I whined. This boosted his actions as he repeated his movements, finally fully inside me he started pleasing himself more too. Where as he seemed to only now really get started for himself, I was riding out my climax. It shot through me roughly. My legs shaking as my throat became dry from my own moans. My heavy breathing subsiding from my strong orgasm before I felt Suho pull out slowly. "Stay like this, please" his voice somewhat sounding desperate. As I laid there his grunts and moans were all that was heard besides the loud sounds of his hand jerking his cock to an orgasm. His warm semen suddenly coming in touch with my lower back. He breathed heavily as he collapsed beside me.

Woman Accidentally Eats a Space Cake for the First Time (Fully Loses Her Shit)

New experiences are some of the greatest joys of my life. Seeing and doing new things. New stimulus and surroundings, trying and learning new things, engaging with new people and places.

During lockdown we are almost entirely starved of new experiences. 

Having gotten to 30 without ever trying weed, I have been expressing an interest for years, but not wanting to smoke, thought Space Cakes were the best option. People had warned me these could be quite strong, but a friends boyfriend was given some “Medical Marijuana CBD Cupcakes” for his birthday, and knowing I’d been interested offered me one, with the disclaimer “it’s not going to be a new experience, you’ll probably just feel more relaxed and maybe a tiny bit warm and fuzzy.”

Me being me and always wanting to make everything The Maximum Fun, would have under normal circumstances gathered friends, lowered the lights, composed a playlist, eaten the cake in a ceremonial fashion and fully embraced the moment. But, as I was assured not to get over excited, instead my friend (L) and I ate them together as a snack absent mindedly whilst having a chat in her bed around 10pm. I then went off next door to watch some telly alone whilst texting my boyfriend (S). 

What unfolded was quite the unexpected turn of events...

18th May 2020

23:05

To S

M: Just eaten it mate

S : that's a tiny bite!

M: I’ve ate the whole thing

M: Really hard thick choc

M: Hard work

M: I feel caffeinated

M: Typical

M: The only person in life to not chill out on weed

23:20

M: Watching the explained about monogramy lol x

23:40

M: Oscar wee’d in the kitchen

S : bad boy!

S : how is the cbd?

M: Feel quite chill now to be fair

M: But maybes it’s the absolute moment of calm tea I’m drinking

S : haha

M: Wow I’m watching the genum explained

M: Apparently now stick your earwax is is genetic!

00:00

M: Omg

M: Wow

M: Just got the drop!

M: Did not expect that to be a thing!

To L

M: Wow just had The drop

M: Lol!!

L: Lol

L: Me too

L: 😂

M: #legaliseit

L: I’m lying in the dark

L: Feel like I might float out into the street

M: Hahaha

L: ✌️

M: It literally came over me like a cloak in the kitchen!!

M: Super intense!! Like sinking into a hole

L: Lol

M: #isthiswhatheroinislike

L: Yes felt it in the dark

L: Lovin it

M: 🤑

Li: 🌱

M: Me watching telly right now no lie

M: #chillin

L: Me

To S

M: Omg I’m high!!!! Hahahaha giggly

00:05

To L

M: What a new experimenter

M: Giggly! And 😎 getting in bed with my sunbathing soundtrack on for the full experience

L: Me too

L: My face hurts from smiling

M: Hahahah OMG I feel like an absolutely beautiful cliche or a person trying drugs for the first time

M: I am thinking all the classic drug thoughts

M: About time

00:10

M: And expanding contracting

L: Me too

M: And getting disorientated JB the room

L: Yes

M: And can’t get undressed ao have fallen into bed with my T-shirt and bra still on hahaha

L: Haha

M: Was just pacing back and forward for ages forgetting what I was doing before that

To S

M: Omg I’m so high ha

To L

M: Just came to and caught myself hunched over beside the bed, crouching like Gollum

M: Now in bed laughing af myself

00:15

To S

M: Think I might have cut my fingers trying desperately to get into the wrong end of my headphones emboldened

M: Box

(Didn’t actually send this pic)

M: That’s me with my eyes open

S : haha what? x

S : you okay

To L

M: Wow warm rushes down and tingly sensations Up!

M: This song about giggling just came on

M: Reccomend d

M: Here’s a song for you… Laugh with Me by Paul White

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ebGfveNsaTPvbmYrcYbM9?si=Zew2rxbfQ7aQZ_b9fIwA_g

00:20

To S

M: A tightness is chest and breath and strange iron taste

M: I am 1 of the highest I have been in my life wow

M: Hehehehe how unexpected

M: Wish I could take photos of all the funny positions and faces I keep coming to and finding myself in

M: I imagine this one to be the recently deceased wake of a grumpy old cheese mans body

M: Chinese

M: Like a soldier made of stone

S : are you on your own?

M: Wow event the documentation of the peveois/current high went crazy Cus a new one kicked in and distracted the current

To L

L: Wowwwww cant type

L: How lovely it is

L: Trippyyy

M: Here’s a playlist for you… Sunbathing soundtrack

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1kGgW3qvdBHAQwQSNpwV0j?si=1r90zkW_QcGfbMUO2eHUsA

Note on phone

I might piss on the floor like Oscar

To S

M: Me and L are both in same boat but on our own beds textier

M: Hahahaha

To J

M: OMG J I’m really tired I can’t stop laughing

M: High!!!

00:25

To S

M: Me loving life

M: 🤞🤤🤞🤟✌️✌️✌️✌️

S : hahaha babe! xx

S : glad you're having a nice time

M: I just imagined I had come out with a brilliant music video idea but I came to and realised it was just imagining ever cartoon representation of being high ever spliced together. And then I came to and realised i was typing this.

M: Can’t believe your not here wtf should have bought week 1

M: Unjust caught myself thinking with no irony wow I suddenly understand what the Beatles were singing about

M: When I was imagining trying to text every new feeling and image

M: Hahaha and while writing that was earnestly tupong this new thought

M: And “well I do feel very creative”

00:30

To L

M: And add “i do feel very creative” to my earnest cliched thoughts

M: (I do!)

To S

M: OMG these powerful warm surges feel like you’d have in a dream where you posed yoirakef im going to the loo in case

M: Also the thought before feels ages ago

00:35

To L

L: ❤️❤️

M: High cheeky ostrich is my new lying position

To S

M: Warm fuzzy snow suit

M: Not typos

M: I am already excited to read this tomorrow but hahaha I promise it’s all honestly genuinely spontaneously happening as I try to document it maddest feeling of my life maybe

M: I never had that piss

M: Gonna try

00:40

To J

OMG I Hirnkonstrukt think I  might be doing that thing Danny did when he kept thinking he was piss himself in the pyjamas

M: I did have that piss Tay time tho to make it real

Note on phone

BAby kangaroo nausea 

Y funniest thing of the year

00:45

To L

M: A fantasy involving a religiiius cartoon in which someone declares that cannabis is “the higher place” earnestly hah hahahaha omg

L: Ha aha

M: Imagined Dom and Lauren are so high they are waking me up over my headphones typing to you won’t music to Interupt with banging pans and jangling bells

M: They’re all linked

M: Oh here come the goat bells again

M: and interupt each other

Note on phone

OMG stop being unfunny and controlling 

Wow mood switch

00:55

To S

M: Wow I think I ist did a 10 min one just of trips interrupting one another 100 times to report back sorry it this is annoy g can’t tell if done 100 times or none  each other to report back

S : nothing is annoying xxx

S : going to bed now

S : are you having fun?

S : going to sleep? x

M: Nothing in the bed

M: Yes it’s honestl mad tho this is the highest I have been in my life it feels like I should document it

M: : Either u picked the most perfect high soundtrack ever or the high production values on these tracks are the greatest of all time

S: what u listening to?

S: I'm going to sleep now xxx

S: love you! ❤️❤️

S: can't wait to see you make sense of this in the morning

S: Oooo longest one yet

M: Haha me too it is so funny no be so knowing bht so powerless

Notes on phone

Standing outside myself and reporting back defo most accurate  feeling 

A new companion for myself 

Wow “Powerful”

Both genhinemg and ironically

1:40

To L

M: Wow finally got me bra off and mr phone on charge

M: Bloody powerful

M: You ok? X

Notes on phone

Within one anothe so literally that I just had a dream sequence so accurate it woke me up 

Infact he was riding a pig at my wedding 

Huge surging music

19th May- The Morning After

07:20

To S

S: hahaha

S: I have no idea what you're on about

S: hope you got a good night's sleep

7:40

M: Morning xxxxxzz

S: morning! x

8.35

To L

L: Good morning

L: How are you??

L: I’m up but just in bed!

L: Oh meg

09:20

M: What a time to be alive!

M: How are you?

To S

M: Guten Morgen

S: hello babe xx

S: how are you?

M: Sleepy

M: How are ya?

M: Sorry I was too high to ask any how does it feel to be home questions

M: Look forward to asking them all soon

S: haha that's fine I had fun

S: also I was just chatting to Lukas

S: but it's good

S: cba to unpack and everything

10:30

To L

M: I’m sleepy

L: Absolutely wild

L: Want a cuppa??

L: Just got a Skype now will Come and check on you after at 11! Xx

M: Haha see you at 11 still be asleep

To S

S: what you doing with your day? xx

S: ohh I think I forgot a bunch of shirts in your closet

M: Sleeping currently

11:20

To L

L: How are you doing?

L: Megggg

L: What a life

L: Shout me when you’re awake xx

M: Wow sleepy!!

11:40

To L

L: Meg I’m still trippin

L: It comes in waves

M: Oh god wow really

To S

M: Wow sleepy

S: haha

S: what you doing?! x

S: snoozing all day long

M: Sleeping

M:  Haha no I’m gonna try be awake now

M:  L’s still tripping

To L

M: Did you do a meeting?!

L: Not like last night

L: Yes lol

L:  Do u want tea?

L: Will get kettle on

M:  Hahaha shall I come down

L: Think I need to talk through this mad experience

M: Haha I’ll make it I think I’m out of the woods

M: Well this is the longest I’ve been awake for so I guess we will see! What do you want? X

L: Doing the kettle now

L: I just need to speak to you about it all

11:50 

To S

S: oh dear

S: told you it's strong in food

S: but you feel good? xx

S: sad I wasn't with you

M:  Haha L is still high

S:  yeah you just said

S: hbu?

M: OMG I took loads of photos

M: I defo am

M: But not in the tripping way

15:15

To L

M: Taken me about ten minutes to get me knickers on

What an absolute turn up for the books!! I accidentally got the new experience I was craving. 

3. Untitled - Eddie Vedder

Status: Unedited

Most of the walk was spent in silence. Well, that and smelling his cologne through his flannel. He smelt pretty damn fine.

"You let me know if you get chilly. I'll give this back to you." You motioned to the article of clothing with your finger. He chuckled, not making eye contact.  

"I'm alright. Still a bit sweaty from that show to be honest." He murmured. He was doing that fucking thing he does with his cheekbones again. Or maybe he wasn't doing anything at all. Either way it seemed to captivate you and  you were most likely staring like a lunatic at this point. He noticed and squinted his eyes a bit.

"You ok? What, I got something on my face?" His hand rose to greet his nose, as he felt around his face. There was a certain playfulness to his tone. You giggled. 

"Are you playing a joke on me?" You questioned, stiffling your laughter. His face broke out into a smile, and there it was again. Those pearly whites. 

He was cute.

Your cheeks flushed and you felt the need to look away. It was then you noticed you were on your street. 

"Well, this is my street. My building is a couple down, I'll be fine from here." You slowed your pace, maybe he didn't even want to walk you and he was just doing it to make Stone happy, so you didn't want to make him do more than he had to. He kept walking though, ignoring you completely.

"I promised Stone I'd walk you to your door and if I don't he'll have my head on a platter...He really likes you." He said the last part rather crudley. There it was again, the Stone liking me thing. What fucking mushrooms have these guys been taking and where the hell could you get some?

"Why the hell do people keep saying that to me tonight?" You sped up to catch up with him. "My apartment is in the building across the street." You motioned, making your way down to the road. 

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "S'Obvious isn't it?" He said nonchalantely. You exhaled loudly. "I'm pretty sure if it was obvious I would fucking know by now. I've known the guy since grade school." Your voice laced with annoyance. Eddie stayed silent till we reached the door of my building.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. I shouldn't have said anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose, guilt was evident. You grabbed his arm gently and removed his hand from his face, and watched it fall gently back to his side. He was looking directly at you and it almost made you feel nervous. You tried to play it cool.

"Its okay. I'll see you around, alright? Have a good rest of your night, man." You spoke softly. He nodded. 

You both turn and went your separate ways. 

Finally getting into your apartment, you take off your boots and remember the flannel you bore over your shoulders. You curse under your breath. Why didn't he ask for it back? Its not like he wasn't looking right at you wearing it. You sighed. You would just have to give it back tomorrow or something. You threw the article on your bed and started to get ready for some Zzz’s.

You did your nighttime routine, you weren't very drunk or stoned at this point anymore, which was a good thing. When the time came you got to finally lay down and get some rest. You were exhausted and definitely weren't looking forward to going to work tomorrow.

The next morning came, and you awoke to a pleasant aroma. Your eyes still being shut, pictured a shirtless Eddie laying next to you. But you knew that wasn't the case. And why the fuck were you thinking this shit anyway? Oh my god, get a grip Dani. You scolded yourself, and decided to finally open your eyes. Your face was laying in Eddie's flannel, explaining the heavenly scent. You looked at your clock. 8:46 AM. It was now or never.

Once you were fully awake, you showered and got dressed. You worked at a dingy art store just around the corner from here. It was an ok job, and you were by yourself most of the time as the store rarely got busy. You just did whatever most of the time. You only worked on weekends, sometimes evenings, since you had classes during the week. You were a student at the Gage Academy of Art, and currently had a bachelors degree in graphic design.

Needless to say, the first half of your shift went by pretty quickly. It was nearing 2:30, and there had actually been a decent amount of people that came in. Your shift was done at 4:00, and you were certain an hour and a half would go by quickly. 

You had just finished eating your lunch when none other then Stone Gossard waltzed in to the store.

You decided to fuck with him a bit. 

"Hey there, lover." You said in a mock-flirtatious tone. His eyes widened slightly and he stammered a bit, but quickly recovered. You brushed if off and punched his arm when he made it to the counter.

"W-what? The fuck are you talking about?" He wouldn't look directly into your eyes and your smile faltered a bit, confused. Maybe he was offended? You couldn’t believe he wasn’t saying something ‘insulting’ to you. Was he feeling okay?

"You won't believe what I've been told by three different people." You spoke as though you were going to tell him the best joke he would hear in his lifetime. Well, you kinda were. "Get a load of this shit." You laughed plopping right back onto your stool. Stone approached you closer and leaned on the desk, intrigued. 

"Go on."

"Apparently, you're totally in - love with me!" You snorted, laughing like a fucking mad person. "I mean, according to Kim, Chris and Eddie."

Stone laughed too, but not as much as you did. You took a minute to catch your breath, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"I mean, can you believe that? What fucking drugs are you guys taking behind my back? I want some." Your voice laced with sarcasm, this was all so funny to you. He still stayed a bit quiet, but a small smile lay upon his lips.

"I mean, Eddie's been here five minutes and says its 'obvious'? I mean come on!" I shook him jokingly. "I'm pretty sure I would have known by now if you were in god damn love with me!" You spoke again, your hands heading for your coffee that was in front of you.

"Yeah, thats ridiculous. Love you? You suck." He mocked. 

You just shook your head. "Anyway, what are you doing here Stoney?"

"Well, the boys brought a few cases of beer over, and we were going to order pizza and have a chill night. Things have been pretty hectic, y'know? Eddie's barely had a second to actually communicate with people outside of a venue." He explained, looking around the store. He rarely came in here, so you guessed he was just observing a bit.

You thought about it for a second. You had to give Ed back his plaid anyway, so why not? 

"Sure, I'll be there. Your place right?" 

"Yeah." There was a honk outside. "Sorry, Dave is in the car, we couldn't find a parking nearby so I told him to just drive around a few times while I was in here." He started to make his way to the door, with so little as a glance your way.

"See you later, Danica." And he left.

You had a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. He never called you Danica. Maybe you made him uncomfortable? 

In all the time you've known him, you never thought of him that way. Not because he wasn't good looking or anything, cause in truth he was a handsome guy. But because you didn't want to risk ruining the best friendship you would probably ever have. He meant a lot to you and if that were to fall apart over stupidity, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. And you pretty certain he didn't see you that way anyway, which was a good thing.

The rest of your shift flew by and before you knew it, you were at home changing your clothes to go to Stone's. You wore your dark ripped jeans, a Soundgarden shirt and a dark baseball cap. Knowing the walk would be cool, you grabbed your dark green hoodie and put it on. You laced up your boots and made sure to grab Eddie's flannel before you left the apartment. 

The walk was a quick one. Stone only lived about 20 minutes away, and you enjoyed them. You were smoking a cigarette and finished it as you approached the door. Without knocking you entered. There were boys sprawled all out in the living room, all with beers in their hands, watching some movie. Their eyes darted toward you in the doorway and you smiled, waving your hand. So far, it was just the Mookie boys. 

"Hello boys." 

There was a chorus of greetings, and Jeff made his way over, grabbing your purse and the flannel, setting it down on the table. He engulfed you in a bear hug. 

"Glad you could make it! Pizza should be here any minute. Let me get you a cold one." He stalked over to the fridge.

"Me too. Who else is supposed to be here? I thought this was going to be for Eddie to meet some new people." You questioned. Eddie already knew everyone in the house.

"The Alice guys are going to be here any minute. They haven't met Eddie yet, but Soundgarden is playing another show at the Off Ramp tonight so they won't be here. Maybe they'll show up later. I think Mark said he would try and make it but that’s yet to happen." He spoke cheerfully, leading you to the living room. 

You and Ed made eye contact and he gave you a tight lipped smile.

"Hey you. I brought your flannel. Why didn't you remind me last night? I don't want to steal your things." You joked, taking a seat next to him on the couch. It was the only spot that was available actually, because Jeff was in it beforehand. 

But he had gone off somewhere, maybe the pizza was here.

"Thanks. I didn't want to say anything. It looked better on you anyways." His eyes that were glued to the TV took a minute to meet yours and it was a sweet moment. It was funny how he could literally just look at you and have you feel this weird mushy feeling in your stomach. You didn't like it. It scared you.

Before you could say anything about his comment, Jeff shouted that the pizza was here. Yes it was, and it smelled like fucking heaven. You were pretty hungry. You took a swig of your beer and stood up, along with everyone else and made your way into the kitchen.

"How are things, Krusen?" You smiled politely at the band member you were  the least closest to. It wasn't anything personal, you just hadn't known him your entire life like the other guys (minus Eddie, obviously). 

"Not bad. Still above the ground." He joked. You snorted. You always thought his sense of humor was hilarious.

"Yeah, I feel you bud." You patted his arm gently. 

"And you Dani? How are things up your alley?" You's made your way toward the couch with your beer and pizzas. This was going to be a good night. 

"Alright, I guess. Nothing ever really happens." And that was true, nothing ever happened to you. Your life was actually pretty boring. But when you hung out with these guys, it was different. It was never a dull moment with them. And you loved it. You always had a good time.

"Well well well, digging into the pizza before we even get here? Didn't your parents ever teach you manners!" Jerry Cantrell.