#might need to hem those edges buddy
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On camera (m)
Originally posted by @nakamotens .
pairing: fuck buddy!haechan x fem!reader
summary: you come over to Haechan’s place to play some games and have some fun
word count: 1,678
warnings: fingering, orgasm control (not really edging but close), oral sex (giving), voyeurism (I guess), protected sex, some comedy to lighten up the mood
a/n: this scenario has been stuck in my head for weeks, I think I needed to write it down to get it out of my brain! anyway, hope this is decent considering it’s my great comeback to writing, do give me some feedback! ❤︎
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You meet Haechan at a party a few months ago. You two were getting along just fine but the alcohol involved in the night led you to a random room in the house. Clothes came off, bodies collided and waves of pleasure filled the air. You didn’t run into him until a few days later and, although you tried to avoid an awkward conversation about what happened, he came forward and told you he had a good time, he was not looking for a relationship at the moment but if you were interested you could occasionally get together and have a do over. Honestly you weren’t all that interested in dealing with the hardships of a relationship either and it would be nice to have a go to when you needed to get yourself off, so you agreed.
And that’s how you found yourself sitting on his lap on his gaming chair at a Thursday night, legs spread and his hand inside your panties.
“C’mon babe, you know I’m not letting you cum until you pass that level.”
Oh right, besides already being a mess as he pumped his fingers in and out of your very wet hole, you had your hands on his mouse and keyboard trying to pass a new game he discovered.
“Please Haechan, I’m almost there…” you moaned as you clenched around his fingers.
“Then keep playing,” he said as he slowed his pace, “this level isn’t even that hard.”
“It is when you’re not fully concentrated” you sighed in frustration as you tried to focus back in the game.
He moved you hair off your shoulder with his free-hand and started kissing your neck while still looking at the screen. The heat inside you was getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold your orgasm in, until finally…
“I did it!” You almost screamed and he smiled against your neck.
“Good job babe, I guess I should keep my promise then.” He picked up the pace on his fingers again and circled his thumb in your clit.
“Yes Haechan, please…” you moaned leaning back into his chest. It didn’t take long for you to finally get your release, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers. He kept touching you slowly as you road off your high and once your breath came back to normal you took his hand out of your panties and stood up from his lap.
“Ok, your turn” you said with a smirk as you kneeled between his legs under the table. You pulled the waistband of his sweats and boxers just enough to release his half hard length. “Have you started the game yet?” You looked up and saw him looking down at you taking his time licking your juices off his fingers.
“I’m gonna start now,” he said as he removed his fingers from his mouth, “didn’t want to cover my mouse with your delicious cum.” He winked at you and then looked at the screen.
You started licking along his length and then focus on the tip as your hand pumped the rest of his dick. Once he got even harder you took him in your mouth bobbing your head slowly to tease him a little like he did to you.
As you started working on him Haechan was getting ready to start a new level on the game, until a notification in the corner of the screen caught his attention.
Johnnyboiiiii: Hey dude, you know you left your camera on right?
Shit. Before you had come over to his place, Haechan had been playing and video chatting with two of his friends, Johnny and Jaehyun. By the time you arrived they had just left to buy some late night snacks and he was pretty sure he turned off the chatroom. Well apparently not.
HC: …
HC: How long have you been watching?
Casper: When we arrived Y/N looked like she was cumming all over your lap…
Casper: I didn’t even know you were a thing!
HC: We aren’t a thing…
HC: But that’s not the point, Y U STILL WATCHING!?
Johnnyboiiiii: Dude she just went under the table, we got interested in what’s coming next…
Casper: Oh it’s gonna be Haechan, have you seen his face?
Only then Haechan realised he was bitting his lip as you still continued to bob your head up and down on his dick, clueless of the conversation he was having. But then he realised the fact that his friends were watching you two kinda turned him on and if they were so interested in the view he might as well give them a show.
HC: Mute your mics and enjoy.
Haechan grabbed his headset, placing it around his neck and turned his mic on.
“Hey babe…” he said while gently tapping your shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” You looked up as you freed your mouth.
“Come here,” he said as he pulled you up from under his desk. “I want you to ride me.”
“Is my mouth not enough to distract you?” You teased as you walked to his bedside table and opened a drawer. “What colour do you want?”
“Pink.” He smirked to camera clearly teasing the valentine boy and his recently pink dyed hair.
You return with a pink condom in your hand and handed it to him as you took your panties off, thank god you decided to wear a dress today. Haechan then pulled you to his lap, facing him, your legs on each side of his. He opens the condom and rolls it down his length. You align yourself and slowly sit on his dick. It slides in easily has he had previously stretched you out with his fingers and you were already so wet again. You lean you head back moaning at the feeling of him inside you.
“I want you to moan loud for me, ok?” He said while kissing your neck that was now exposed in front of his face. “I want everybody to know who makes you feel really good.” You were still clueless that these lines were all to tease the two boys listening and watching, probably with their hands down their pants.
“Yes…” you moaned as your started bouncing up and down on his dick.
His hands went to your back pulling the hem of your dress over your butt. And for his friends to have an even better view he pushed his chair back a little bit so they could see the full picture.
“Wait, what about the game?” You slowed your moves as you remembered he was supposed to be fighting against his orgasm as he played the game, just like you did.
“Oh we’re playing a different game now, don’t worry.” He attacked your neck again, sucking and bitting to win more moans from you. And that’s exactly what you gave him picking up your pace riding him.
Between you sucking his dick, to now riding him in his chair and knowing there were people watching, Haechan wasn’t sure how much longer he would last but for the sake of the show he wanted to make you cum again first. He moved one of his hands between your bodies and started rubbing circles on your clit.
“Haechan!” You moaned loudly at his touch, he knew that would push you closer to the edge.
“That’s it baby, who fucks you really good?” He speed up his hand on you.
“You do…” You moaned.
“Who gives you the best orgasms?”
“You do…” You kept moaning.
“Who are you gonna cum for right now?” He felt you were really close so he leaned a little bit a whispered in your ear, “Say my name.”
“Haechan!” With that you reached your limit and almost screamed his name as you came all over him.
He kept your hips steady as he started to pound into you now, ridding off your high while chasing his own. With you clenching around his dick it didn’t take him long to explode on the condom. You sit there for a while panting and leaving sloppy kisses in each others shoulders and neck.
After a while you leave a peck on his lips and get up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. As you get out of the room Haechan removes the condom, throwing it in the trash, and returns to the computer to check out the chat.
Casper: Oh shit, is he really doing this?
Johnnyboiiiii: Hey language!
Johnnyboiiiii: But damn, I think he is…
Casper: What did he say?
Casper: Is he teasing me with that pink condom?
Johnnyboiiiii: hahahaha I can’t with this guy!
Casper: Oh shit, he sure is giving us quite a view…
Johnnyboiiiii: Ok I’ll allow that one, sh*t…
Casper: And he keeps teasing us!
Caster: Although I can’t say I’m mad at this…
Johnnyboiiiii: What a show off!
Johnnyboiiiii: I bet he never says those things when they’re alone!
Casper: But she does sound good moaning like that…
Casper: I’m considering changing my name to Haechan…
Johnnyboiiiii: Don’t you think you changed your name enough times already?
Johnnyboiiiii: She’s getting up, STOP TIPPING!
Haechan smiled at the comments, proud of his performance, but quickly played it cool as you got back into the room.
“Hey.. come here.” He gestured for you to sit on his lap. “Have you ever thought about being watched?”
“Watched?” You were slightly confused with the question.
“Yeah.. while we do… you know… what we just did…” he hesitantly explained.
“Oh…” you thought for a second and then continued, “I guess I’d have to think about it but it does sound kinda hot…”
“Cool…” Haechan felt a little relieved with your answer but he still thought you should know. “Well what if it already happened?”
“What?” You widened your eyes and turned to the computer seeing the red light right next to his camera. “WHO WAS WATCHING US!?” You almost screamed as two notifications showed up in the screen.
Johnnyboiiiii left the chat.
Casper left the chat.
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She Made Everything Better
Summary: Dick has his first cold since moving into the Manor with Bruce. All he wants is the one person he can’t have – his mom. Bruce does his best to fill the void as well as helping an ill and still grieving boy find safety and security in his new guardian.
For @ckbookish
There are many things that Bruce wasn’t prepared for when he took in 8 year old Dick Grayson. Little things like enforcing bedtimes and daily baths; to big things like no swimming in the pool alone and making sure Dick stayed off the front foyer chandelier…or any chandelier in the Manor. The other was taking care of a sick child.
Dick had only been living in the Manor for six months and had yet to come down with any kind of illness. Considering all the stories Bruce had been told by well-meaning co-workers of their kids coming home frequently with colds; he considered himself fortunate that Dick had remained cold-free.
Until one morning when he could hear faint coughing coming from the bedroom down the hall.
“Bruce,” Dick cried, dragging out his name followed by a series of more wet coughs.
Oh no, Bruce thought to himself. Those coughs didn’t sound good at all. He followed the cry and coughs to Dick’s room and saw the boy laying down on his bed bundled in blankets and surrounded by discarded tissues. His cheeks were flushed, his nose was red, and eyes were glassy.
“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked, sitting on the edge of Dick’s bed.
“My head hurts, my nose won’t stop running, and I’m coughing,” Dick answered, pulling his blankets up to his chin.
Bruce quickly went through a mental checklist of what the boy might need while dealing with a cold. By the looks of the boy’s flushed cheeks, he likely had a fever. What was that saying, ‘feed a cold, starve a fever’; that didn’t sound right to Bruce.
Dick coughed and then groaned, snapping Bruce out of his thoughts.
“Why don’t you drink some water. It’s important to stay hydrated,” Bruce suggested, walking over to Dick’s nightstand and handing him his water bottle.
“No,” Dick whined with a pout pushing the water bottle away. “Water tastes gross, and it hurts when I swallow.”
“Understood,” Bruce said, a bit bewildered by Dick’s whining. Set the water bottle back onto the nightstand. He sat on the bed in front of Dick reaching to feel Dick’s forehead with the front of his wrist. Dick shivered at the contact. “You feel warmer than usual. I’ll be right back with a thermometer.”
“No,” Dick moaned, reaching his hand out for Bruce from under his blankets. “Don’t leave me.”
“I know you’re feeling bad, Chum, but I need to get a thermometer to see if you have a fever,” Bruce soothed, sweeping Dick’s sweaty bangs from his forehead. He smiled, taking Dick’s hand in his and squeezed it gently. “I’m not leaving I’m just going to your bathroom to get the thermometer.
Bruce walked toward the en-suite bathroom in search of the thermometer but came up empty. He searched all the cabinets, and they didn’t even have any children’s medicine, just polysporin, hospital grade antiseptic and, tons of band-aids. Bruce could have sworn they had children’s Motrin, but sadly there was none.
“Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Bruce said, closing the bathroom door and making his way toward the bedroom door.
“No, don’t leave,” Dick pleaded, reaching out frantically to Bruce this time with both hands. His eyes welled up with unshed tears. Bruce shoulders slumped and he sat down one the bed again, taking Dick’s cold hand in his and rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
Bruce furrowed his brow in concern at Dick’s behavior. It was extremely unusual for Dick to be this clingy and demanding when it came to Bruce. The two did spend more time together now that Bruce had changed his schedule a few months ago. Dick did like to seek attention from his guardian in the most heart stopping ways imaginable. Bruce quickly recalled the first and last time Dick backflipped off the second landing stairs nearly giving Bruce and Alfred a heart attack.
As Bruce had gotten to know Dick, he had learned that the boy liked being with people; liked spending time with Bruce and once Dick had got his fill of ‘peopling’, he’d be off outside or in his room playing alone. The boy liked attention, but he was far from clingy.
“Dick, I’m not leaving. I’m just heading to the intercom near the door to speak to Alfred,” Bruce explained, using his free hand to gently card his fingers through Dick’s hair and resting his hand on the boy’s cheek. “I’m not leaving.”
“Okay,” Dick sniffed, letting go of Bruce’s hand to rub his face with his blanket.
Bruce wrinkled his nose and handed Dick a fresh tissue from the discarded box on his bed. He then headed to the intercom near Dick’s bedroom door and pressed the button hoping Alfred was still in the kitchen.
“Alfred, I need a thermometer. Can you bring one to Dick’s bedroom, please.”
“Right away, Sir,” Alfred answered promptly.
Bruce turned and gave Dick a small smile, but the gesture wasn’t returned. He expected as much considering how poorly the boy felt. It warmed Bruce’s heart to know that Dick found security and safety in his presence. A little hand reached out to him from under the blankets. It made Bruce chuckle, so he made his way back to the bed and sat down taking Dick’s hand. Dick slouched low against his pillows blinking tiredly at Bruce.
“I wasn’t going to leave you. I told you I wasn’t,” Bruce reassured, trying to tuck Dick’s duvet around him with one hand and failing. Dick let go so Bruce could finish with both hands. “Do you want anything to eat?”
Just as Dick was going to answer Alfred arrived with a thermometer and a fresh box of tissues. He handed the thermometer to Bruce and set the tissue box on Dick’s nightstand. He then proceeded to collect the dirty tissues and deposit them in the trash bin.
“Will that be all, Sirs?” Alfred asked, moving the bin closer to the bed so it stayed within Dick’s reach near the nightstand.
Bruce stayed sitting on the bed and gave Alfred a rundown of all the supplies that they would need while Dick blew his nose. As usual Alfred had a pen and notepad on hand and wrote down everything.
“Anything else? Master Dick, would you like something to eat before I go?” Alfred asked, tucking the notepad and pen into his front jacket pocket.
Dick didn’t answer Alfred right away. The boy looked lost in his own thoughts, but mostly he looked tired. Poor guy, Bruce thought to himself, he must be feeling so out of it.
“Dick,” Bruce whispered, gently squeezing Dick’s hand to get his attention. Once the boy’s glassy eyes met his, Bruce took that as a sign to continue, “Are you hungry?
“Oh um –“ Dick stammered, and started playing with the hem of the duvet. “Would – would it be okay to have toast with cinnamon on top, please?”
“Certainly, young sir. I’ll get to it straight away.” Alfred replied and left the room closing the door behind him.
Bruce proceeded to take Dick’s temperature and just as he suspected after the thermometer beeped; he frowned looking at the number on the screen. Dick had a fever. Bruce was trying to remember if he should call a doctor right away or if he was supposed to wait two or three days if nothing improved. He’d likely call Leslie today just to be sure.
“Is it bad?” Dick asked, bringing the blanket up to his eyes.
“Well, it’s not good, 102.2, buddy. We’ll keep an eye on it. Make sure it goes down with meds. If not, I’ll have to call Dr Thompkins,” Bruce clarified, turning the thermometer off and setting it on the nightstand. “So cinnamon toast?”
“Mom would always give it to me whenever I got sick,” Dick swallowed thickly, looking down at his blankets. “She – she said the cinnamon had healing properties that would help make me feel better.”
“I’m sure it did,” Bruce said, brushing Dick’s bangs away from his face. “Moms are good like that aren’t they?”
Bruce tried to give Dick a smile, but it felt stiff on his face as he fought against the lump forming in his throat at the memory of his mom making him chicken noodle soup whenever he got a cold. He remembered loving the noodles and the broth but like all kids his age, Bruce hated the chicken and veggies. Over the years the soup was something that Alfred had tried to replicate, but to no avail. It just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t his mom’s soup.
“My mom would –,” Bruce sniffed and then cleared his throat, but before he could finish his sentence; Dick’s face crumpled, and he started sobbing.
In the short time that Dick had been staying at the Manor, he had only cried a handful of times. Even after a nightmare, tears spilled down silently. Dick was always quick to wipe the tears away before Bruce could fully envelop him in a hug. Always pulling away from the embrace claiming he was fine as the tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Bruce had never pressed as he never felt he had the right words to say. Because ‘I know how you feel’ and ‘I’ve been there too’ didn’t really seem like great words of comfort.
But maybe they were the exact words that Dick needed to hear.
“Oh Dickie, come here,” Bruce offered, his arms outstretched and his own eyes filling with unshed tears. He gathered Dick in his arms and settled him on his lap. The boy practically melted into his embrace.
“I don’t feel good, Bruce,” Dick bawled, his breaths hitching from crying so hard. “I want – I want my mom.
The last sentence was said in a whisper in between sobs. Dick’s fingers tightened as he clung onto Bruce in a desperate hug.
“I m-miss her,” Dick mumbled, trying to catch his breath and failing. “I miss how – how she made everything better.”
Bruce’s heart sank; his own tears finally falling down his cheeks. She made everything better. It echoed in brain and he couldn’t deny that the boy was right. Of course, Dick missed his mom; it made sense that he missed her. Every child who felt ill wanted their mom to be the one holding them, taking care of them, and making their favorite comfort foods; not some stranger they’ve barely known for six months.
He hugged Dick a little tighter and sighed. They had come a long way these past six months, dealing with Dick’s anger and trust issues that had only been fueled by Bruce’s incompetence and neglect in the guise of protection. While necessary changes to his schedule were made to fit Dick into his busy life and it had changed the dynamic in how they interacted with each other; the change still didn’t do much to help Dick feel safe enough to talk to Bruce about the loss of his parents. Until now, so naturally Bruce took advantage of a missed opportunity.
“I know you do. I know you miss her so much and I’m so sorry,” Bruce empathized, resting his cheek on the Dick’s head and rubbing small circles on his back. “I know – I know how you feel, chum. I really do. I’ve been where you are and it – well it sucks.”
Dick nodded in silent agreement and continued to cry.
“I know it feels like – it feels like the pain is so much bigger than you, but one day it won’t feel so big and overwhelming,” Bruce comforted, wiping away his own tears with his free hand. “And – and while the hurt won’t go away completely. It will get better in time. For you, that I promise.”
Bruce continued to hold Dick as his body calmed from his crying jag. The boy’s breaths slowly regulating from shuddering gasps to hiccups. Bruce was happy to finally be able to provide such comfort to Dick after so many months of him pushing him away. His feelings were never hurt from the boy’s rejection, Bruce understood firsthand that type of vulnerability and transparency in grief can be scary, especially in an unknown environment.
He had hoped that their conversation today would help pave the way to more talks and further healing for Dick. Bruce was confident the boy would be alright, but these difficult conversations had to be something that Bruce initiated and participated in as well.
“Any time you want to talk ab out your mom or your dad; come find me, okay?” Bruce offered, giving Dick a reassuring smile. He wiped away Dick’s remaining tears with his thumb. “Even if it’s in the middle of night. Understand?”
Dick nodded, his breaths finally evening out.
They sat on the bed in companionable silence. Bruce hummed a tune he remembered his mom singing whenever she was knitting or just needed to fill the silence. He could slowly start to feel Dick’s body going boneless against his chest with exhaustion; his breaths gradually getting deeper with sleep.
Just as Bruce was about to close his eyes a knock on the door startled him and woke up Dick.
“Here is your toast, Master Dick,” Alfred announced, setting a tray on the other side of the bed. “I also added a few digestives and the last juice box until I can get the apple juice you requested.”
“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick sniffed, still clinging onto Bruce.
Bruce brought the tray closer to Dick so the boy wouldn’t have to move from his place of comfort.
“You are very welcome, young sir. If there is nothing else you require of me, I shall leave to retrieve the necessary items.”
An hour later, once Alfred returned with the medicine, Bruce was pleased to finally be able to give the boy some much needed relief from the headache and congestion. Dick still wouldn’t let Bruce leave, so Bruce suggested they move to the media room to watch a movie.
Bruce covered them with a blanket thin enough to make Dick comfortable, but not too thick to spike his fever. Dick settled himself right up against Bruce’s side, draping a thin arm around him and using Bruce’s chest as a pillow. Dick fell asleep ten minutes into the movie. Bruce stayed watching the rest of the movie, carding his fingers gently though Dick’s hair relishing the closeness and comfort he was finally able to provide his hurting foster son.
#bruce wayne#dick grayson#young dick grayson#sick fic#batman#batman fic#batfamily#batfamily feels#hurt/comfort#fluff#self indulgent fic#gift fic#family feels#bruce is a good dad#dick grayson needs a hug#dick missing his mom#bruce doing his best to comfort#bruce trying not to suck at feelings#because I need him not to suck at feelings#father son bonding
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✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞
✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧
✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥- 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞
[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]
happy birthday, @hanatiny !!! a big thanks to @barnesbabee for giving me the plot for this story
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it was like a constant cycle
he goes to work, deems his workers' articles unworthy of being published, and then drives home late in the night only to be greeted by the emptiness of his home.
and he was starting to lose his mind
he needed a change in his schedule, like an escape from the real world. it’s normal to grow a need to leave a place you’ve grown to get tired from after so long.
the only thing closest to an escape for him would have to be sarah, his assistant at work. but he can’t remember the last time she’s made him feel something.
it started out as fuck buddies, but hongjoong soon got bored of her. she wasn’t into the things that he was, which made hongjoong confused because she said she liked it rough.
and it’s not like he did anything that she wouldn’t want, he made sure to respect her boundaries. but he was tired of being vanilla, so he opted to do the one thing he never thought he’d do,
sign up as sugar daddy
“mingi, are you sure this is a good idea?” hongjoong said, his thumbs swiping up and down the screen of his phone. they’ve had no luck so far, only finding sketchy accounts that seem to be run by bots. “Yeah, I mean I got olivia from this app.”
“that doesn’t mean shit, dude.” san chuckled, slapping mingi upside the head. online dating is one thing, but finding a sugar baby who only really wants money is another.
it was hard finding someone who wasn’t only there for money, and he knew it would probably take a while before he found someone, considering money is the only reason they even had an account.
he wanted someone to take care of, to get his mind away from work and only focus on the way she felt wrapped around him, focusing on the sharp gasps for air that left her mouth.
“guys, I think we should just give up alread-”
san snatched hongjoong’s phone from mingi’s hand, motioning towards him with a wide smirk on his face. “I think you’ll like her. read the description.”
hongjoong laughed, surprised at how excited san seemed to be. he looked down at his phone, mouth agape at the words on screen. he’d never seen someone as intriguing as you, and the white lace you had on only made it harder for him to not press message right then and there.
introduction
hey baby, my name’s rose. are you my next sugar daddy? I’m 22 years old, and I’m looking for someone who always has time for me.
what are my interests?
I love painting, and photography is a close second on my favorites. I’m open to just about anything, so I don’t mind it if we have different hobbies.
hard no’s in bed?
nope, I’m open to anything and everything. maybe even a little bit of pain..
"you can breath if you want." san said, and hongjoong scoffed at the younger ones words.
he couldn't peel his eyes away from the screen, you were just too pretty. and he knew he had to have you.
"you guys can leave now, I think we're done here."
—
as soon as he saw you walk into the restaurant, he knew this was going to be a long night.
you had on a black dress with small slits on the side of it that made him want to bend you over the table you two were about to eat on.
he stood up from his seat to greet you, pulling out your chair and gesturing you to sit. "you look beautiful, rose."
he really didn't know what else to say, and the words left his mouth so effortlessly.
you couldn't lie that he looked more than handsome, and you felt slightly intimidated by the look in his eyes.
"thank you. and you look really nice, too."
it was a long and comfortable evening, but you couldn't help but tease him every now and then.
sometimes by going to "grab a napkin", but just using it as an excuse to show off your cleavage. or even going as far as to flirt with the waiter, slightly touched their arm when they would bring a new glass of water.
hongjoong lost it when you both had ordered dessert, and you decided it would be a good idea to suck the chocolate off the spoon while looking right in his eyes.
you loved his reactions, and you could tell you'd be in for it tonight. but after all, that was your whole plan.
this seemed different than all of your other sugar daddy's. he was genuinely interested in you, and not only for the sex. even though, you wouldn't mind it if he was.
"I can tell what you're doing, and you might want to stop while you can," he said, leaning in towards you.
you smirked at him, tilting your head to the side. "I don't think I understand what you mean, hongjoong."
scoffing, he waved down the host to bring the check. "I doubt that, sweetheart."
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maybe teasing him was a bad idea. because as soon as you walked through the front door of his apartment he had your clothes scattered across the floor, already leading you to his room and on the bed.
“what’s your name, baby?” his voice was deep as he whispered into your ear, biting down on the shell of it as he sat you on his lap.
you leaned back, hands resting on his chest. “rose, I thought you knew?”
he chuckled, “no, you’re real name.”
you didn’t know what to say to him. no one has ever asked you for your real name, let alone care enough to ask if rose was your actual one. you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when he brushed his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth through his actions.
you hesitated, leaning back into his touch. “it’s y/n..”
your lips brushed against his as you spoke, and you could taste the chocolate ice cream from earlier on them.
he hummed, his hands running up and down your body before he placed his thumb on your lip, trapping your jaw between his pointer finger and thumb. it was a soft movement, and it took your body by surprise when he tilted your head to the side so he could place wet, hot kisses all over your chest.
no one has ever done that before, and you loved the rush it gave your body. you tried your hardest to keep your legs from closing around his waist, but your underwear was starting to rub against you in a way that had your mouth closing to keep any noises from escaping your mouth.
“mhm, y/n,” he groaned into your skin. it was a beautiful name, and he thought it fit you all too well.
maybe it was the way he felt your wetness when you brushed against his shirt that had him flip you over, or it could’ve been because of the lingerie you had on. but he needed to hear you, taste you, anything that would have you screaming his name over and over again.
you gasped when he un-clipped your bra and pulled it off, tossing it on the ground and getting on his knees in front of you.
“I’ve been trying to picture how you’d look like this,” his hands ran up your legs, pushing them apart, “but nothing that I’ve imagined could ever compare to the view I have right now.”
your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you took in everything. his lips as he dragged them up your thighs, the way his fingers teased the hem of your panties. and the way his eyes never once left yours.
“hongjoong,” you moaned as you felt him pull your underwear from your body as he returned back to his previous place. “please just do something already.”
he teased you, kissing right above where you needed him the most. he'd usually tease you since that's what you'd done to him. but right now there's no time for that.
he pressed the flat of his tongue against your clit, flicking up into it and moaning around you. your head dropped back, and you couldn't help the whine the left your mouth.
"fuck, right there."
he made sure to take his time with you, wanting to make you come more than once tonight. his movements were slow at first, but they got faster with every moan you let past your lips.
his lips parted from your core, slipping a finger in you and groaning at how wet you were. "you taste so good,"
he felt you clench around him, and he easily slipped in another finger while watching your mouth drop open again.
his mouth found its way back to your clit as he sucked on it hard, curling his fingers to push you over the edge.
"h-hongjoong!" you clenched one last time around his fingers, feeling yourself tense up when his teeth grazed your clit.
he sat up slowly, enjoying your fucked out face more than he should. and as pretty as you looked right now, he wanted to see tears streaming down your face while making you come.
you were already tired and he hasn't even fucked you yet, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.
without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach and spread your thighs apart, pulling his boxers down.
his hand grabbed the base of his cock and he dragged it up your core, his knees digging into the matress behind you.
he pushed in slowly, making sure you were comfortable and not in pain. your eyes fluttered closed at your good he felt, and you clenched tightly around him when his finger moved to draw circles around your clit.
just like earlier, his strokes were slow. but with every passing moment his hips seemed to have a mind of their own and his place quickened.
you felt one of his hands press on the small of your back, pushing you into the matress.
the angle that you were at now had you screaming his name, and you could feel his cock hit all the places your fingers never could.
he made a warmth spread through your body when he angled his hips a certain way, hitting that one spot inside of you that made a silent scream come out.
"you close, baby? gonna make a mess on my cock?"
you couldn't tell if it was because of your previous orgasm, but you came as soon as those words left his mouth, nail ripping the bed sheets as you came around him.
hongjoong's head fell back as you came, his bangs sticking to his forehead from all the sweat he's built up.
it wasn't long after you came that he pulled out, ropes of his cum lining your back as he took in the view.
you slumped onto the bed legs giving out while he went to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
never in his life has he ever taken a shower with someone, only grabbing a wet towel to clean them up. but this felt different, and he felt the need to pamper you after all the stress he's put on your body.
"can you walk, baby, or do you want me to carry you?"
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Hydrotherapy pt. 3
Set earlier in the series after Hydrotherapy pt 1 and Hydrotherapy pt 2
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Sean restrained himself from jogging down the long corridors to Alfie’s room after hearing what had occurred from the nursing staff. He wasn’t a man prone to anger but this- this would do it.
He was so caught up in his concern and utter frustration that he burst into the locked patient room.
Alfie flinched in surprise, awake enough to register the quickness of the entry.
Sean remembered himself and took a deep breath, he couldn’t let his anger show in front of Alfie. With a twist in his chest he conceded that the kid had grown so sensitive, so easily spooked, he wouldn’t understand and it would only rattle him.
“I’m sorry Fie, I didn’t mean to barge in here.” Sean supplied as a means to apologize on more levels than one, he typically knocked, a courtesy most staff members didn’t supply to the patients here.
“S’okay,” Alfred responded quietly and Sean noted with a cursory look that he had been recently sedated despite the fast reflex when he first entered.
“I just- I heard, about what happened… how are you feeling?”
Alfie looked to the floor for a moment, clearly embarrassed to be a victim once again, “I’m okay. But they came in last night and said I was screaming again.”
Alfie knew he didn't have to explain himself any further, his nightmares had been an ongoing supplication for sedation. The night staff really didn’t have a choice and then risk the sleep of other patients, rest was so vital for their stability after all.
“Well we can take it easy today, I could take you to the sun room, would you like that?”
Sean watched as Alfie’s eyes drifted back down to the floor absently. He hated to see him like this.
“... Maybe later.”
“Sure, bud, is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable? We could go for a hot shower?”
His gaze darted back up to Sean, “No- please, I don’t want to do that.”
So water was a Big No. Noted.
“Hey, no problem, you’re not scheduled for one, just want to help you feel warm enough,”
Alfie turned sheepish as it dawned on him how quickly his panic had escalated. This was Sean, he would be careful. He would be nice.
He began to finger the edge of the starched sheet as those thoughts churned through his mind leading to a question, “Sean?” he looked up again.
“Yeah?” Sean liked it when he had questions- was trying to communicate and sort things out. It was better than the days he didn’t.
“Do you know Dr. Grant?”
“Sure, he’s a good doctor. Why?”
Sean waited customarily for Alfie to sort through his thoughts and connect them with the necessary words, for anyone else it might be frustrating, but he just took the stalling period to take a seat on the side of the patient bed.
“Is he a…. Good person?”
Sean furrowed his brow for a moment, his patient had never asked a question like that.
“Um, I don’t know, I don’t know him all that well, but from what I can tell I’d guess yes?”
The concentrated look on Alfie’s face softened slightly, “Okay.”
Silence hung for a few moments longer before he tacked on, “He helped me… I want him to be- I don’t know.”
“Everyone here is supposed to help you, him included, it is what we are here for.”
Alfie just kept running his thumb over the hem of the sheet, eyes down.
“You would tell me if anyone ever didn’t do that, wouldn’t you?”
He nodded unconvincingly and for the thousandth time today, Sean felt a twist in his chest. Fie didn’t even seem like he should be here anymore, like he didn’t deserve any of this. Why couldn’t they just help him? It should be simple right?
At that moment, with a buzz and a click Cheryl let herself in.
“There you are! Good morning you, two. Sean I thought we’d get started on our medication rounds.”
“Morning Cheryl,” Sean turned his light back on to greet her, attempting to push down the worry that was threatening the edges of his mind.
“Alfred, how are you feeling this morning? Seems like you need a good rest after yesterday.” Her matronly tone was softer than normal.
Alfie only nodded but didn’t look up, practically drooping under some invisible strain.
“We’ll get you back right as rain buddy,” Sean started again with his characteristically cheery tone.
“That we will, just keep your head up,”
Alfie didn’t acknowledge the last few comments, instead closing his eyes for a few long seconds before opening them again.
Cheryl pursed her lips but didn’t seem surprised as she turned to fetch the morning’s dose from her cart just outside the door.
Sean, however, was disheartened that he wasn’t able to be of more help, he stood and looked back at the young man practically melting into the bed out of exhaustion.
But within the next second he realized Alfie didn’t just look tired. There had been a subtle shift since he had walked in, his patient’s pallor was tinged with unusual warmth dotting with more minute drops of sweat by the moment. Sean silently chastised himself for being so distracted by the topic of conversation to have not paid enough attention to Alfie’s physical state.
“Fie, can you look at me? You look- a little flushed, do you mind if I touch your forehead?”
His patient minutely shook his head no and closed his eyes. Sean held the back of his hand up and sure enough he was burning up.
“Oh Fie, when was the last time a nurse checked on you? You’ve got one hell of a fever.”
Alfie blinked a few times, “I don’t know- I thought- it was the sedation.”
“We didn’t sedate him last night,” Cheryl piped up as she reentered with the meds.
He looked back at Sean, confused and uncertain.
“This isn’t good.”
Cheryl slowed down to really take a look at the patient for the first time that morning and her expression said it all. Suddenly she was jumping into action, a worrisome new urgency in her voice, “I’ll go let the doctor know and send another nurse over.”
She rushed out and Sean looked back at Alfie, he was so warm… Much too warm..
“Alfie, can you look at me? What are you feeling?”
Those big scared eyes blinked slowly at him, “I don’t-”
“-Sean, Cheryl sent me, what’s going on?” A new nurse, Tillie? maybe, flew into the room with a strict expression of determination.
“Something is wrong with Alfred, he’s burning up.” And declining by the second... Sean thought worriedly.
The nurse reached into her pocket and withdrew a thermometer she had been toting, “Mr. Finch, let me put this under your tongue.”
He didn’t open his mouth, instead his eyes grew foggy and distant again.
“Alfred, can you hear me?”
She moved forward, gripping his chin to open his mouth.
“Here, let me do it- I don’t want him to get scared,” Drowsy eyes lifted again to watch Sean approach, “Here, bud, I need you to cooperate, somethings wrong, I need to see how high your temperature is-”
Alfie just stared at him, Sean recognized this look, nearly vacant and getting further and further away. Something was very wrong.
But he didn’t resist when Sean slipped the instrument into his mouth and then gently held his jaw closed.
“Oh, god, he’s at 106, I’ve never seen that,” the nurse read in a hushed tone after a few moments.
Footsteps announced a new coterie of arrivals, Harris and Cheryl had returned.
“What’s going on here?” Harris looked at Alfie and then his staff.
“Sir, his temperature.. I’ve never seen it, it’s- 106,” The timid nurse answered.
Everyone in the room looked back to the patient, his eyelids were drooping again.
“He needs to stay awake and we have to bring his temperature down.” Dr. Harris announced to the group with a grimace, “Nurse Cheryl, go prep an ice bath as fast as you can and alert more orderlies to assist.”
“But sir, I don’t think we can get him into one without a sedative and we can’t use one with this high of a temp.”
“With a fever this high the first thing we need to do is get him in an ice bath, cool down the dangerously high core temp, then we can think about treatment once he’s stabilized. He doesn’t have a choice.”
“There’s no way we can do that to him again so soon.” Sean said almost to himself, not realizing that he was essentially talking back to the doctor’s orders.
“I understand, If we don’t get his temperature down soon, he’ll have permanent injury,” Harris glared at Sean.
Sean grimaced, no wonder Alfie was always so scared. How was he supposed to trust them when idiots were leaving him in ice baths for hours on end and then winding up with dangerously high fevers to just throw him back in? It wasn’t just irresponsible, it was downright cruel.
More orderlies arrived, and Sean knew Harris was right, there really wasn’t a choice.
Sean knelt down to him fading in and out on the bed, “Alfie- Fie, I need you to listen to me. Your temperature is way too high, if we don’t bring it down, bad things are going to happen, we don’t have a choice, we have to put you back into an ice bath.”
Fie’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head as he was clinging to consciousness, he didn’t seem to understand what Sean was trying to tell him. He was torn between hoping Fie was too out of it to realize what was happening versus being frightened that his delirium was a very very bad sign.
“Get him up,” Harris ordered.
The other men in white approached and they lifted him with no problem.
Alfie only clutched back to them, like he was afraid of being dropped.
They laid him on a gurney and rushed him down the hall at breakneck speed. As they turned a corner to enter the massive tiled institutional bathroom, a nurse rushed forward with crushed ibuprofen for Harris. He hurriedly fed it to Alfie, who did not resist and washed it down with a sip of water before backing away and nodding to the orderlies.
“I’m sorry Alfie,” Sean muttered as he helped to lift the kid off the gurney and deliver him to the tub.
His eyes went wide at this, as he seemed to understand where he was, “NNNh-!!!!” He began to thrash in the men’s arms, there were four of them to be safe.
“This is for your own good, Alfred,” Harris reminded from above.
They plunged him into the water and he began to shriek and claw wildly like a rabid animal, out of his mind with fear and confusion.
“Keep his whole body submerged!”
Water and ice cubes were sloshing out of the tub as he struggled but no one let their grips loosen, noises not words were coming out of the patient as his struggling began to slow, exhaustion pulling at his limbs.
“That’s it, good boy, let it happen.”
Alfie’s wild looking eyes scanned all of the people above, far too many, all watching him. After a few frantic moments Sean’s concerned face came into clarity.
Alfie now beginning to shiver, locked eyes and stared at him in desperation, not asking to be released but simply using Sean as an anchor, something to grab onto.
“Open his mouth, let’s see if the temp has gone down yet.”
Alfie blindly started looking around again, trying in vain to understand what was happening- what was being said... none of it was computing, only fear, frigid and raw.
Anonymous hands wrenched open his jaw and a thermometer found its way in, another pair of hands held his head so that his mouth stayed closed around it, all the while, four men still held his limbs under the excruciating ice bath.
“Down to 102.”
Alfie then closed his eyes, not understanding the words that were being said, just hoping that this was all a nightmare.
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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Angst-Smut-Fluff
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: lots of mention and description of weed and cigarette smoking ; unprotected sex ; overstimulation (f) . - as always kindly let me know if I missed something -
Summary: You are pretty whipped for your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung. It’s infuriating but you just can’t seem to stay out of his bed.
(huge thank you to @kingsuckjin for beta reading! <3 you the best )
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Text from Taehyung 10:56pm
- come over
You sighed and rolled your eyes as you turned from your side to your back under sheets. You were already in bed, makeup off and pajamas on. So, why in the world were you considering hopping right back out of bed and getting ready all over again at damn near 11:00pm?
Kim Taehyung, and his god damn dick that's why.
You huffed and tossed the sheets off of your bed and walked over to your dresser, quickly rummaging through your panties to find a black pair that you deemed acceptably sexy and almost fell over as you clumsily stepped into them.
Kim Taehyung and his god damn dick. The only thing that seemed to ever be on your mind lately and it was becoming a problem.
You hadn’t meant to get into anything with this man. He’d slowly made his way into your friend group over the winter and spring through a friend of a friend and the two of you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of eachother.
You would sneak away at any chance you’d get, going down on each other in bathroom stalls at restaurant get togethers with your friends. Eventually it just became a regular thing for you and Taehyung to have casual hookups.
It had never been anything more than that, and had never been talked about as anything more than that.
You angrily adjusted your hair, tugging at it too hard accidentally and cursing.
Why was it making you so upset that you were still fucking Taehyung?
Was it because after months of giving him what you could only asume was the best sex of his life, the only thing that you ever took home after your nights at Taehyung’s place was one t-shirt? It might as well have read “I had sex with Kim Taehyung and all I got was this T-shirt.”
So yes, It seemed you did want something more, but your fear of ever asking for more, worrying that would send him running, had led to this routine.
A routine that put you right where you were now. All dressed up and wearing your favorite almost matching (you tried your best) bra and panties underneath a casual flowy dress you didn’t plan on leaving on long.
You rapped your knuckles on the door, knowing that he hated the sound of his doorbell and preferred when people knocked.
The door swung open in a relaxed and slow motion. As was everything Taehyung did. He seemed to just flow around a room as if it was a staged play, yet there was no way anyone could create that effortless grace that he had.
He stood in front of you shirtless, of course. He was wearing only sweatpants that hung far too low to be an accident and his curly brown hair was slightly damp as if he’d just gotten done with a shower not too long ago.
You sucked a deep nervous breath in, as you always did before stepping foot over from the tile flooring of Taehyung’s apartments hallway and into his home. You knew exactly what was going to go down, it had happened at least a hundred times. Yet how could you not still have butterflies in your stomach when he was standing there looking like...that. Already biting down on his lip and making eyes at you with a smirk that told you he wanted you out of those clothes and on his bed. Now.
You stepped over that line. That line you’d crossed so many times knowing that you shouldn't.
He’d definitely just showered, as you stepped closer to him walking into his apartment you could smell his soap and the strong scent of his shampoo. The same smell that was on his pillows when your face was pressed roughly into them.
Always with the faint scent of weed and cigarettes as well. But that was Taehyung, and you loved every part about him, bad habits and all.
You tripped over nothing as you followed behind Taehyung, almost falling forward into him.
You hadn’t meant to think love. Love wasn’t the right word.
“You alright clumsy?” Taehyung chuckled, bringing a lit cigarette up to his lips you hadn’t even seen in his hand at first. Your mind blanked out as you watched the way his fingers held the cigarette, so cool and relaxed, yet those same cool and relaxed, long and strong fingers were the same ones that would move inside of you, bringing you to highs that you could’ve never imagined before meeting him.
How was he so…
“Earth to y/n?” He chuckled, lowering the cigarette down to his side, rolling his tongue against the inside of his mouth thoughtlessly as he cocked his head to the side, smiling and waiting for your response.
“I-I fell,” you stuttered, “Almost though!” you added quickly and a bit louder, as if it was an urgent addition.
“Of course you did.” He chuckled, shaking his head and squinting his eyes while flashing you a teasing grin before turning forward once again to head into his room at the end of the hallway.
His apartment was pretty big for just him living there. He’d done really well with his photography and made quite a fortune for himself, as if he couldn’t be even more appealing he’d shower you in fancy things every time you came over.
The last time you were over at his place you’d showered up afterwards and he approached you with a blue soft robe that you’d never seen at his place before.
“I bought it for you when you’re here, it's hot when you walk around naked after you shower, but you always seem cold.” He’d said, shrugging as if it was just a natural thing to do for fuck buddies to do for one another. You’d felt your stomach twist in a knot as he walked away and you stood in front of the mirror in your new robe, holding your arms around yourself and it as if it was Taehyung himself. Yet, feeling your whole body ache at the idea that any of this could go away at any moment. Nothing Taehyung had ever said would lead you to believe otherwise.
As you walked past the bathroom on the way to Taehyung's bedroom you saw the door open and the lights on. The blue robe was hanging next to the shower, washed and clean looking. Your stomach flip in what you swore was at least five somersaults in that second, and you gasped silently, not sure if you should read into that. It just seemed so domestic.
Yet, there was nothing domestic about the way he’d asked you to leave the last time you were over. “See ya man! Was a good fuck, see ya soon.” With a wink and a slap on your ass as he held a half smoked joint between his lips. He spun on his heels and shut the door. Off to go do whatever the hell it was that Kim Taehyung did that he never seemed to want you around for.
It hurt to always be kicked out so early, to have him talk like you were just his ‘buddy’.
When you walked into the room Taehyung was laid out on the bed in such a casually sexy manner. Reaching over to his end table to put out his cigarette that probably still had some more hit on it, but by the looks of the tent in his sweatpants he was eager to get started with what you came here for.
You didn’t wait to get to the bed to start raising the hem of your dress up over your head and toss it aside.
Taehyung grinned a cocky smile as you climbed on his lap. He gripped his fingers tightly around your hips moving you back and forth against his clothed length.
You watched his eyes flutter half shut and his hips were pushing up into you.
“I missed this.” He whispered in a soft and breathy voice.
You missed this too. More than he realized. You did have to stop yourself from pouting over the fact that he always said ‘this’ and never you. What you wouldn’t give for him to say ‘I missed you’
You bit your lip and tried to shove your emotions aside.
Taehyung moved his hands slowly up from your hips to the clasps of your bra, his fingers tickled slightly against your skin, every nerve in your body was on edge for him. You jerked forward at the feeling, causing him to let out a small chuckle under his breath as he shook his head at you, as if he was scolding you for being so sensitive.
He sat up slightly, bringing his face to yours, the rush of pure bliss you felt just from that closeness of his lips to yours was incomparable. The first time you kissed him you swore that you were going to faint. If his hand hadn’t have been so tightly wrapped in your hair maybe you would’ve at least fell to your knees. Kissing Taehyung was like the best candy you’d ever tasted, addictive and sweet, and likely too much of it wasn’t going to be good for you in the long run.
He slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders gently, throwing it to the foot of the bed. His lips left yours and heavily laid kisses down your neck and landing on your shoulder.
He suddenly bit down harshly.
“Ah! Hey!” you flinched, glaring down at him.
He left his teeth on your skin, not putting any pressure but staring at you with a mischievous look.
You slapped him on the shoulder and he let go, laughing and falling back in a somehow beautiful motion. His head landing on the pillow and making his curly hair spread out across it like a stunning painting.
These were the things that made you love Kim Taehyung.
Shit. There you went again thinking about love.
No. This wasn’t that.
This wasn’t that.
“You should let me take your picture.” you spoke to him, looking down at him as his brown eyes seemed to sparkle up at you.
“Just fuck me y/n.” he tilted his chin up a bit as he spoke, and his hands shot back down to your hips, curling his fingers around the fabric of your panties and tugging on them. “Off.” he growled.
He didn’t need to ask you twice. For anything. Your panties weren’t the only thing wrapped around his finger.
You switched places with him, your back laying on the bed and your head resting right where his had been. You couldn’t possibly imagine you looked anything like the angelic picture he had just a moment ago. But, you hoped he thought so. You wanted him to think so. To like you so much. To love you…
He dragged your panties down your legs and off of you almost immediately, and pulled his sweatpants down, taking his hard cock in his hand, tip already dripping with precum. Taehyung had been ready for you, wanting you, for who knows how long before he decided to text you.
Or was all he wanted just a warm body to make him feel good. Did he really want you? Or could anyone else be in your place right now..
You shoved those thoughts aside, and it was easy to do so once you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds.
“So wet for me…” He muttered, propping himself up slightly with one arm, his head hovering over you, staring down at where your bodies met.
“Tae…” You whispered. It was a quiet plea, one he knew well now. You wanted him inside of you.
“Yes?” He tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours and an eyebrow cocked up curiously as if he had no idea what you could possibly need.
You whimpered in response, bucking your hips up into him.
“Use your words.” He chuckled, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock.
“Inside me!” you whined desperately, moving your hands to his hips, trying to pull him closer.
“Oh, well that's all you had to say.” he teased, and pushed into you in a single motion.
You gasped out loudly, and let out a moan at the feeling of Taehyung’s far too huge to be fair cock filling you up.
“Fuck.” he hissed, now lowering himself down against you, pulling one of your legs up and wrapping it around his waist allowing him to press even further inside of you. You moaned and your head tilted back at the feeling of him stretching your walls. It was pure heaven, you wondered if he knew how incredible he made you feel every time.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. He pulled up slightly, his face hovering over yours, he wasn’t moving and neither were you.
“Hey…” you suddenly got worried something was wrong.
His head hung low, his hair fell so you couldn’t meet his eyes. He sat like this for a moment.
He didn’t answer, simply looking back up at you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. It didn’t seem sad, just thoughtful. Then it was gone.
“You’re so fucking hot.” he muttered, dropping his head down into your shoulder and starting to move.
You felt chills through your whole body at his compliment, how was it possible for him to make you such a mess with just a few words.
His pace wasn’t steady, he jerked up into you desperately.
“Damn Tae.” you hissed out when he moved up on the bed a bit, adjusting his angle and fucking into you in a way that had you soaring towards your high in no time.
Your hands were wrapped around him, holding tight as if when you were to let go you’d fall a hundred feet down.
You felt the leg that was wrapped around him start to shake as you were right on the edge of cumming, and Taehyung felt it too.
His lips curled up into a slight smile, he breathed out a quiet, “Close?”
You nodded, biting down on your lip and letting out a loud moan of his name, your toes curling as he continued to fuck into you, it rushed over you in intsense waves, you shook and moaned underneath him.
You could tell it got him all full of himself every time he made you cum. The way he’d look down at you as if to say ‘Yeah. I did that.’
He kept going, not stopping or slowing to let you recover from your orgasm. It started to become too much and you whimpered out to him.
“T-Tae too s-sentsitive!”
“You can take it baby.” He chuckled. If you weren’t so occupied by your entire body still quivering from your orgasm, you would’ve reached up and smacked him for laughing at the pain he was causing you.
Though you couldn’t deny how much you loved it.
You fucking loved it.
You fucking loved him.
“Y/n, I’m c-cumming” he gasped out, his nails biting into your sides as he thrusted into you over and over almost clumsily, emptying inside of you.
You could feel the wetness between your legs now combine with the warm cum now dripping out of you as Taehyung pulled out and collapsed in a mess of deep breaths next to you.
“I fucking love you.” you whispered, not meaning to. Your whole body froze. Fuck. You didn’t want to even look over at him.
“Huh?”
You took a deep breath in and turned your head on the pillow, his laying on the pillow next to you facing you as well.
He cocked an eyebrow up at you, his lips pursed together tightly. Not the face of post orgasm bliss that you would hope for with a partner. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I-” Can’t finish a sentence to save your life at this moment. Or a thought. Fuck.
“Didn’t mean to say that…” Taehyung muttered.
“Right.” You nodded. “That.”
Fuck.
He sighed and slapped one of your tits jokingly, flashing you a teasing smile before quickly rolling off the bed and away from your likely punch to his shoulder.
“Kim Taehyung I’m gonna deck you in your face one of these days.”
He now stood in the doorway, hands resting on either side as he stood cooly. He was always so cool.
“Toss me a cig ya hot head.” he shook his head at you, his features soft as he watched you roll over to his bedside table and grab for his cigarette pack.
He whistled when you rolled over so he could see your ass, still naked and full on display for him from where he stood.
You took one out and sat up with a grin.
“Catch?”
He dropped his arms from the sides of the door frame and got into his usual stance for this with a chuckle.
“I just came…” he laughed. “Don’t judge me if I miss.”
“You’ve never missed.” you laughed, tossing the cigarette across the room at him.
He dipped his body down slightly but came through victorious with the cig in his mouth. He winked at you and bowed.
“You’re so cocky.” you shook your head, tossing him the lighter which he caught and instantly held up to his cigarette, turning and walking out of the room.
It wasn’t long before you followed after him, hopping into the shower around the time he was getting done with his. He wouldn’t usually do more than a quick rinse off before handing it off to you.
You didn’t really shower together, you weren’t sure if it was because it seemed too intimate. But, you’d just always gotten the feeling it was implied you were to take turns.
You washed up, using his soap and shampoo as he’d always said you could.
Taehyung seemed to have a lot of weird walls and boundaries. He might never let them down, he might never let you in..
You knew that.
Yet here you were, naked in his house, alone in his shower, about to get out and use a robe he’d bought just for you…
The amount of mixed signals here should make you run. You knew it’d only lead to heartache but you couldn’t get yourself to stay away from him, from this.
You’d be back again in an instant if he said the word.
When you were done showering you wrapped yourself up in the robe, once again hugging yourself tightly in it, sniffing it at the shoulder. It smelled like him.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung chuckled from the doorway of the bathroom, making you jump in surprise.
“Shit.” You gasped, “Uh. It smells nice.” you laughed at your getting scared and he seemed quite amused himself.
“It looks good on you.” he muttered. His tone was serious and so was his face. It was strange…
“So,” you both spoke at exactly the same time. He awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair and motioned for you to speak first with his other hand.
But you were quiet, eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out why he was acting so strange. Could it really be that what you’d said bothered him that much? Even though he’d let you play it off as a slip of the tongue.
Yes…
That had to be it.
He was ending this.
Fuck.
You felt yourself start to panic and breathe quickly.
“I’m sorry!” you both shouted out again at the exact same time.
Now both of you shot your gaze to each other, eyes wide in confusion.
“What?” he blinked quickly, “You’re sorry?”
You nodded.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I feel it...It's true. So you’re right, this went too far. I love hanging out with you, you’ve damn near become my best friend.” you felt yourself start to choke on your words. “So I’m sorry I ruined things. I shouldn’t have…”
“No!” Taehyung cut you off, stepping forward towards you and grabbing you around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “I’m sorry…”
He sighed and kissed your forehead.
“I panicked. I thought, maybe it wasn’t what you really said. That you’d said something else or- that you just didn’t mean it.” He pulled you away from him, holding you by your shoulders. “Y/n I love you. I’ve been keeping you at a distance because I don’t wanna fuck this up but...It just makes me weird. I felt like if I tried to make this more serious than you wanted you’d want to stop…”
Your jaw dropped.
He. Loved…
You.
“We’re so stupid.” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his face, holding his cheeks in your hands and bringing your lips to his, giving him a quick and soft peck.
“Yeah, I guess so.” he smiled at you.
“I love you.” you said, this time clearly, this time with a giant smile on your face.
“I love you too.” he brought his hand up and flicked the tip of your nose with his pointer finger.
You felt yourself grow warm and fuzzy at the cute affectionate gesture.
“That robe looks too hot on you though.” he tsk’d looking you over. “Why’d I pick such a short one.” he shook his head.
You giggled and did a twirl. Taehyung smiled widely, his eyes not able to leave you. Though you’d felt his eyes on you like this, this time felt different.
This time, you knew he loved you.
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Act 1, Scene 1
Author’s Note: @your-highnessmarvel offered up a challenge a couple of months ago and I took on a prompt. Then the world went and got screwy, which is not an excuse for my tardiness, but is maybe an explanation as to why this is being submitted so late. My thanks to @your-highnessmarvel for baring with me and letting participate in such a cool event!
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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader with Natasha stopping in for a visit
Summary: My challenge prompt was Loki, On a Street Corner, Right after the rain.
It was a hot and steamy night, after drinking at the bar. Loki sets the stage for you, if you’re brace enough to perform.
Warnings: SMUT, Thigh riding, fingering, voyeurism, mention of FMF threesome
"How much room does one person actually need? God!"
You couldn't help the frustration from filling your voice. Loki, taking up the entire park bench, his legs spread as wide as possible, was now eyeing you darkly from under a curtain of rain damp raven hair. "Everywhere I sit is my throne."
"This? This is your new throne? A shitty, splintered park bench across from a bar called The Blue Shamrock? Ha!"
Draping his long arms along the wet back of said bench, Loki lifted his head skyward, "I bring regality to the mundane. This seat, once decrepit and damaged, is now reborn."
Snorting, you kicked at his booted foot, "Come on. Move, Loki. Move or I'll sit on you."
It's meant to sound menacing. A warning. But Loki chuckles lightly, "You, little kitten, are drunk."
Striding confidently into the gap between his knees, you laughed teasingly, "No, you are."
Even though the rain had stopped the air was heavy with it. Sticky, sweaty, wilted, you brushed Loki's hair off his face, giggling, "It was the shots. Why do you let me drink tequila?"
Sitting forward, Loki raised an eyebrow, "Why? Do you really want to know, little one?"
Nodding, shifting your weight off the ball of your tired feet, your long, lethal God raked a heated gaze over you. Turning from you, he sighed into the steamy night, "Because once you have too much tequila, you can't stop dancing."
Licking over his bottom lip, longing lust in Loki’s baby blues, he added, "You start shaking those hips… your ass, and well, it is just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
Giggling again, you sway a bit, still light headed from the bar, “Oh really?”
Lightning quick, arms circling your waist pull you to his sweat soaked chest, throwing you off balance. One minutes you’re on your toes, the next you're straddling his strong thigh, clutching onto Loki’s shoulders. Already a bit dizzy, the smell of Loki mixed with the summer rain, dark liquor, and wet ground makes your head swim.
A nearby street lamp illuminates the drizzle drenched pavement in weakening, widening, circles. Loki's makeshift throne rests on the outer edges of that halo, half in shadow, half in light. It's a good thing, too, because his hands are under your skirt, scratching against the sensitive skin where your bottom becomes thigh.
Tugging down your rising hem, "Hmm… Loki, someone might see." Murmuring into his ear, you aren't able to hide the aching want in your tone, the raw need he's building with each scrape of his articulate fingers. But that didn’t mean that you wanted an audience.
Laughing sharply, Loki drags you closer, "That’s true. Although, you didn't care who might see you when you were on the dance floor. Pressing yourself against me… against Natasha, like a bitch in heat. You cared only for your own pleasure, regardless of the spectacle you caused."
“Loki… I…” You never got the rest of the words out. Growling softly, Loki tangled a hand in your hair, pulling you towards his hungry mouth. Parting thoughtlessly, your lips eagerly accepted his tempting tongue. Your arms, without prompt, curled around his neck, fingers twisting into Loki’s jet black locks.
Settling further into Loki’s kiss, your center rocked against his denim covered leg. Your panties, thin cotton and barely there, ensured that you felt every bulge and ripple of his meaty quad. Responding in the only way it knew how, your body bucked, already wet and warm, “Loki...?”
Breathing hard, Loki pulled back, “Yes?”
“Not here. Please? Somewhere private, Ok?” An image of your big bed with sex rumpled sheets crossed your mind. Paradise, and only a short walk from this very bench.
“Now my girl is shy?” Tucking a swath of hair behind your ear, Loki set you standing, “Alright… Let’s go somewhere private.”
Stepping away, fingers laced with Loki’s, you start in the direction of home only to be yanked back. “What the hell?”
“This way… a shortcut.” Stepping behind you, Loki prods you with a small shove at your lower back. Rounding a corner, he pushes you into a dim alley, away from any stray glances. As soon as darkness covered you both, Loki’s mouth was on you, nipping at the sensitive skin under your ear, causing you to whimper, “Oh!”
There’s a heady rush to the way Loki moves you, like his personal puppet, under his control. Part of you wants to stop him, shout at him, push him away. That would make the most sense. But being with Loki had nothing to do with sense.
So you let him lead you through an oil stained puddle, stumbling against the cobblestones, those strong arms breaking your fall. It's all Loki needs to press his advantage. The bricks, cool against your back, are a surprising yet welcome respite from the mugginess of the evening.
In the distance you can hear the thump of dance music and the din of drinkers inside the bar. Closer at hand, a loud gasp leaves you as Loki roughly lifts you by the knees, his carelessness making you wetter. Searing, Loki’s kisses are sloppy along your throat, down to the deep vee of your shirt. Petting your breasts, under your shirt, over your bra, causes goosebumps to breakout over your exposed skin.
“Hmm… such a needy little thing, aren’t you, kitten? Are you wet? I’ll bet you are… I’ll bet you have been all night. Just hoping that I’d take you like this… or would you rather it was Natasha?”
Loki’s words were scalding, just the suggestion of something between you and Black Widow made your back arch in want. Before you could answer, his hands, always so clever, sought and found the soaked gusset of your panties. Sliding the flimsy fabric to the side, one long teasing digit slid into your fevered flesh, a mere taste of what Loki wanted to give you in the dirty, dank, darkness.
Clawing Loki’s shoulders, you use the wall as leverage, raising your pelvis as you conquer the space between your bodies. A sudden desperate need takes over. Whether it’s fueled by the oppressive heat, the strong alcohol in your system, your wantonness, or Loki’s urging, you want it all. And you need it now.
“No. Not her. You. Always you, Loki” With your legs hooked over his hips, you clench around his invasion, drawing a guttural groan from your God.
Suddenly empty, Loki hoists you higher, focused on freeing his straining length. Those seconds are precious and you use them to pepper his jaw with kisses. Nibbling on his ear lobe, you whine, “Hurry, baby. Please.”
And then he’s filling you. The force of his thrust is so strong that you flatten against the wall, fingers gripping the mortar, as the air leaves your lungs. You turn your head, gulping for breath, as Loki withdraws, only to rut into you deeper than before.
Cupping your mouth with his hand, Loki sneers, “You said somewhere private, not soundproof, pet. You’re going to have to be quieter if you don’t want anyone else knowing how slutty you truly are."
Eyes widening over his palm, you nod, as a sinful shiver snakes up your spine. Loki’s free fingers find your clit, rubbing you in tight circles, mimicking the rhythm of his grinding groin. You can’t think of anything dirtier than Loki taking you to the edge of pleasure in this filthy alley and it tightens your abdominals in anticipation of your climax.
When Loki’s hand slips from your mouth, you’re biting your lip, keeping all your noises to yourself. Muscles tensing, you’re seconds away from your peak when you notice a shadow over Loki’s shoulder. You’re being watched. And instead of worrying about your guest, your gaze locks with the newcomer, small moans growing into full on wails of ecstasy.
Silent steps bring the short silhouette closer, a smile visible in the gloom, as Natasha watches as you unravel around Loki. Something about her witnessing your debauched display makes your quim quiver. You notice how she licks over her bottom lip, seeing you spread out for Loki’s enjoyment, and you simper, needfully.
“Go ahead, let it out pet. Show everyone how pretty you are when you cum for me!” Loki’s words trip your bliss, a spiraling, soaking mess of satisfaction. Your velvet walls lock down against his steely strength. With a low keen, Loki buries himself in your yielding cleft, his release long and large.
Shaking, you ride out the after effects of your orgasm with Loki still inside of you. Turning your face to his, Loki kisses you deeply, his tongue tasting the tequila you let overwhelm you earlier in the evening. Nose to nose, you see Loki smile, “Natasha! I hoped you’d find us.”
“It was such a lovely show… but I wonder if there’s a second act?”
Smiling at the woman in front of you, Loki’s cum coating your thighs, “I’d be happy to give you both a private performance. Preferably someplace with a soft bed and air conditioning.”
“I know just the place...”, Loki smirked at you, one eyebrow raised teasingly.
***
It was early morning when the final curtain went down on your one woman show. Muscles soft, lips chapped, and voice hoarse, you finally found sleep as the sun lightened the sky. Curled between a God and a hard woman, command performances would simply have to wait as even the most ambitious performers need to rest now and then.
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Little Miss Byun
Pairing: Baekhyun x Little Miss Byun x OC / Reader
Genre: Fluff, slice of life
Description: Miss Byun is not so little anymore and dad!Baek is trying to do his best to...adapt.
Word count: ~1.5k
A/N: I’ve poured whatever little energy I have left these days into this one-shot. I hope you enjoy! Also, I might actually edit this sometime later.
Tagging: @littleflowercrown13 probably not the Miss Byun you were looking for but I hope you like it <3333
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Her blonde hair is neatly pulled into a sleek ponytail but the untamed loose strands remind Baekhyun of the unruly black curls that once framed her cherubic face. Prim and ladylike, she is, in the way she chews her food - daintily with her mouth closed. In these moments he often craves a glimpse of caricaturesque chipmunk cheeks in her well defined jawline.
Endearing as it may be, he shouldn’t have called her by her nickname - Chipmunk - in front of those little pixies considering how self-conscious she’d always been about her rather large front teeth. He wouldn’t have done it in a million years, if only he’d had an inkling of their presence in her room when he barged in with a generous tub of berries and cream, her all-time favourite. Which he later ended up sharing with you, as she dismissed his second proposition with “I am on a diet..I think you should finish it before it goes bad”. He had never liked those girls because of the way they made his little princess feel - imperfect. To him she’d always be the most beautiful girl in the world - sculpted by the Gods themselves.
She hadn’t been her usual chipper self since that day, and the gravity of his mistake has been eating away at Baekhyun. His desperate attempts to make her laugh again have been suspended temporarily, all thanks to your wise counsel ‘give her some space, she’s not a kid anymore’. Like a reprimanded child, he muttered unpleasantries at your back. You reckoned your older one needed some space, too.
***
You kick him under the table.
He’s been observing her earnestly over his thin metal rimmed spectacles for quite sometime now but she has been far too busy with the abc’s and x’s and o’s on her cell-phone, to even take notice. Each chime berates your husband, pushes him closer to the edge of patience, until he can no longer tolerate being on the receiving end of his Universe’s silent treatment. After the last five days of resilience, the glint of combat is in his eyes. “Jagi”, he says to you, his gaze fixed on the rectangular device that mocks him from the possessive clutches of his daughter’s slender fingers, “I don’t see any samgyeopsal on the table.” The man of the house was usually quite loud, but tricked by the low rumble, you realise his tactics too late for damage control. He’s warming up for showdown and it causes your little one to sit up and take notice.
“Hmm?” Wide-eyed, she breaks out of the obsessive spell the five and a half inch screen has put her under. She’s unperturbed though and your husband, antsy.
“Did you eat samgyeopsal?” He shimmies in his seat and asks her teasingly with a finger pointed at his pout. You let out an exasperated sigh. She’s not going to take a dig at her brand new lip gloss too well but she knows better than to answer back. Instead she’s whisked away by another chime from the bane of Baekhyun’s existence. He laughs a little too hard at that and you’re half-convinced that he’s losing the plot. If she doesn’t give her doting father the attention he seeks, anytime soon, he might even cry.
“Who’s texting you at 7 in the evening, nae sarang?” His voice is saccharine but his wide grin is light years away from his eyes.
“Appa, is there a curfew in place for texting that I’m not aware of?” Her chin is delicately perched atop her hand at a picture-perfect angle and her gaze flits between both her parents before meeting the flames in her father’s eyes.The staring contest between both father and daughter is heated.
To protect the walls of love, compassion, laughter and togetherness of your divine abode from a spontaneous combustion, you intervene with a gentle sprinkle of, “Yeobo, your tonkatsu is getting cold!”
“Eomma, there’s something I learnt at the Western table manners class at Grand Hyatt last week”, she says to you while giving her father side-eye, “Making loud chewing noises while eating is considered rude.”
“Aegiya!” You glower at her while your husband devours the tonkatsu gravy with an obnoxiously loud slurp.
“Gongju-nim, I’ll eat like the royals once you put that phone down and enjoy your meal with your parents.” His eyes are glistening with tears at this point and there’s a slight tremble in your daughter’s hand as her grip on the chopsticks tightens.
The sound of the doorbell cuts through the tension that weighs heavy in the dining room and before you can even count to three, your little bird swooshes to the front door. By the sound of the muffled conversation you could tell exactly who was at the door but Baekhyun is pretty much caught blindsided. He questions you with the panicked wiggle of his brows. You open your mouth to thwart the looming aura of suspense but shove a spoonful of rice in it instead.
“Jagi, something’s definitely wrong.” Brows furrowed, he leans closer to you, urgently murmuring. “She doesn’t even laugh at my Lee Jung Jae impression anymore. And who’s come to see her at this hour?”
She rushes past the dining area and all Baekhyun catches is an ostentatious haze of yellow and gold. “Yah!” He calls after his angel, who is busily ferrying something much larger than her to the privacy of her bedroom. All his shouting is to no avail as she shuts the door on his despair.
Baekhyun’s face is now as red as his eyes.
“Jagi, what’s going on?” he demands.
“It’s”, you huff, toying with the sliced pork cutlet on your plate, “Pepero Day tomorrow.”
“Huh? Pepero Day?”
His mouth falls open.
***
“Noooooo”, he cries tugging at the hem of your pajama pants with his head nestled in your lap, “She’s too pretty for a scrawny, worthless ---”
You shush him with a flurry of soft pats on his head, “We’re not going to invade her privacy. She needs --”
“Her space! She needs her space. Jagi, you sound like a broken record. Why didn’t she tell me about it?” He cries. “I’m her best friend, her gaming buddy, her hapkido master and --”
“Her overprotective appa. She was certain you wouldn’t take it...well...” You sigh relaxing his clenched fist and lacing your fingers in his. He shifts uncomfortably and his lips meet the tip of your fingers in a tender kiss.
“You remember when she got her first vaccine shot? She didn’t cry at first, my brave little chipmunk.”
“She cried because you did.”
His gaze wanders before resting in the warmth of your eyes and he lets out a chuckle, “She cried because I did. Also, don’t you think vaccinations are too harsh on such teensie dolls?” He huddles closer and wraps his arms around your waist. “She’s my partner in crime, jagiya. Even as a three year old! You remember the time we pranked you when her she couldn’t stop yawning? She didn’t give me any trouble with the medicine either...that gloopy green stuff. Yuck! Had it been you, she probably wouldn’t have taken it so easily you know? She’s the perfect daughter. She makes my birthdays so special, jagi. She taps me on the shoulder with this innocent smile to wake me up for my surprises! She thinks of something different each year. My young inventor maven! She’s Appa’s Special Girl. Her first word was Appa!”
His winces slightly and continues after a rich pause, “I -- I feel like she’s still my wee baby… I feel like I have to protect her from the world. It’s not a nice place...” He huffs. “If anyone ever hurts her, jagi….I’ll be shattered. I’m not ready for the heartbreak.”
He looks up at you and his eyes seek solace. You put a hand on his forehead to make the creases disappear. “Even if we do it all right, yeobo, we can’t protect her from everything. So just have faith in your upbringing, hmm?”
***
“Gongju-nim - ”
“Appa - ”
They say to each other simultaneously over breakfast and you take it as your cue to exit the room.
“I’ll go first”, Baekhyun crouches and rests his arms on the table, “I shouldn’t have called you Chipmunk in front of your friends...I am sorry.”
“Appa! I am not angry about that at all! I don’t care about what they have to say… Appa I just want you to know that...”
“No--no aegiya, it’s okay you don’t have to --”
She rushes to her room and brings out a large yellow and gold Pepero bouquet. Shuffling her feet she stretches it out towards him, “Appa this is for you.”
Dumbstruck, Baekhyun accepts his daughter’s token of affection rather reluctantly and after taking a good look at it he sets it aside on the table. His smile is wide and there’s a hint of pride in his eyes, “Aegiya--”
Tightly hugging his waist, she presses her face against his chest.
“You will always be my first love.”
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heat + horror
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Maddie stands at the door to the basement, hazmat tied down around her waist, staring into the green dark. To her left, the cicada scream en mass. The refrigerator hums at her back. The portal buzzes below. The cold air that swirls up the steps is incredible against the summer heatwave. Maddie. Wants to go down. Hesitates, still.
Danny is down there.
Maddie loves her son, but she loves her daughter, too, and knows better than to bother Jazz when she’s trying to finish a paper and watch the finale to her latest K-drama at the same time (again) and expect anything but getting snapped at and increasing her stress. The experience is just new, with Danny. He was always the relaxed one, but once it hit 80 degrees in the house, the basement became his domain, with the same low tolerance for interruption. With an extra edge of physical discomfort and medical concern. Maddie just doesn’t want to upset him further. It feels like she does that all too often, but Danny just won’t say anything when she does. It’s hard to understand him. She wants to, but he’s pulled so far away from them already...
“Hey, mom.” Jazz stands in the entryway, kicking her flip flops off, two bags of gas station ice slung over her shoulders. “He moved yet?” She asks.
“No, I don’t think so. I was just about to check,” Maddie offers, stepping in to take the second bag from Jazz. She’d stepped out to get some water. Hadn’t gone back. Condensation from the ice leaks down her shoulders, sticks her hair to her neck. Instant relief.
“Alright.” She says. “You coming down? It’s cold.”
And Maddie hesitates at the mouth of the threshold, for just a moment.
“Sounds nice,” She tells the stairs, hidden under the clanging of Jazz’s steps.
At the bottom, all she can see is the ring of lawnchairs and the little blow up kiddie pool that Jazz is dumping her bag of ice in. The clear vinyl tubing of the cheap outdoor furniture catches every refraction of green light from the open portal. An oversized alien dollhouse in Maddie’s lab. The smell of squeaky fresh plastic overwhelms the ectoplasm. The basement has always been climate controlled, and underground besides, so the downright frosty air that the open portal adds to the mix creates the strange atmosphere of a sauna in winter. Inverted.
But the chilliest thing by far is Danny.
Maddie finally gets a good look at him when Jazz collapses back into her own chair, sticking her feet into the pool with a great heaving sigh. Maddie appreciates her running to the store for them. It’s nearly 110 out. She goes to dump her part of the ice in and nearly fumbles to keep from pouring it straight over Danny’s head. He’s buried up to his chest, now. What she thought were odd shadows from the portal are actually his folded knees, the only other part not under ice. His eyes are glazed and dull, staring sightlessly into the green vortex, his head pillowed on the wet plastic rim of the pool. Soaked hair drawn back by one of Jazz’s headbands drips slowly onto the concrete floor. Maddie frowns at that. They specifically asked the kids to make sure nothing in the lab was exposed to water. Should have put a towel down.
She probably can’t blame Danny for lack of foresight. He doesn’t look good.
“Hi, sweetie,” Maddie whispers, tucking the ice in around his legs instead.
His blank expression doesn’t change as he belatedly mouths ‘hi’ back to her.
“Drink your slush,” Scolds Jazz, kicking at the ice idly. Danny’s buried hands slowly tip the half melted slushie toward his face. The straw rests in his mouth for a while, but Maddie’s fairly sure he doesn’t drink any. Her poor baby. Jazz had picked it up for him the first time she went to the store, nearly three hours ago.
Maddie pulls her hands from the ice and wipes them on her shirt. Goes to the monitoring station set up on the side of the portal. The nodes taped to Danny’s neck are probably the only things keeping him from fully submerging himself. His oxygen levels are lower than his usual terrifying baseline of 87%, hovering in the 84-86% range, and his heartrate is just short of clinical death. Most worryingly, his temperate is reading at nearly 80 - a deadly fever, considering his normal 71.3.
Maddie wishes they knew how to really help him. This feels strangely like a - not like a test, not really, but like something is being withheld from them. Like Danny knows what to do, but is still too scared to tell them. Like it’s something he doesn’t want them to know, another little secret on the pile. A tiny declaration of loss of trust.
Or he’s afraid of them knowing.
Not that he could tell them, right now. He’s been basically unresponsive to even the most drastic of stimuli since his internal temp hit 75 an hour ago. Jack had driven out for the lawn furniture around that time, helped wrangle Danny out of the bathtub and into the lab for better monitoring, then disappeared again a few minutes ago. Maddie has an inkling of what he’s up to, so she’ll just hold down the fort and see what happens.
But Danny. Looking at this array, she has the clinging idea that this would be easier for him if he was a ghost. But even now, he’s so hesitant about letting them see him. Has never, in word or deed, trusted them with that. It’s an open secret. What he is.
Who he is.
Jazz knows; Maddie knows she known for some time now. Maddie knows. Does Jack? Maddie knows. She tries to imagine that alien presence in this little family tableau. More green in the air. An extra buzz of static under the portal. White hair, dripping. Maddie knows, but it feels like she knows less than she did three weeks ago.
She’s seen Phantom with her own eyes. Seen him fly and fight and snarl like an animal. Seen him bounce and smile and joke. How does he do it? Maybe Maddie just isn’t ready for the perfect intersection of those things yet. Does - does Danny’s ghost leave his body?
Is Maddie really ready to face her sons’ corpse and his ghost at the same time?
Jazz splashes suddenly, feet shifting, head tipped back dramatically off the edge of her seat, hair in a huge bun, wearing her only pair of shorts. Little embroidered ghosts on the hem. Would he electrify the pool, if he changed?
Maddie sucks in a breath and drags her eyes back to the monitor. Maybe it would be better if he did. Actually. The shock might be what he needs to stabilize his heart. He’s obviously reliant on cold temperatures to facilitate stronger conductivity of his electrical impulse based neurology. Like any other ghost. He’s losing stability of consciousness. Unable to rely on the physical, chemical reaction based impulses of the li - of humans. Maddie’s trying not to think about it. She doesn’t want to think about it. The monitor won’t tell her anything else.
Danny, the ghost, Danny, her son, is suffering from mild destabilization and his human body is too close to brain dead to keep him from -
God, Maddie is glad she doesn’t know.
Jack, bless that man, saves her from her thoughts by clambering down the stairs.
“Icecream!” He calls, voice pitched less exuberantly loud than usual. In deference of the small lab space, empty of the usual noise of running machines, or in deference to Danny. Or her own nerves. Jack hands Jazz a pint of strawberry pistachio and a spoon, sets a bag near the pool and then appears at Maddie’s side. Kisses her cheek. Glances at the monitor.
“How’s he doing?” He asks, handing her her own pint and a fork. Pecan Caramel soymilk.
“Not much worse. But we don’t know beyond his baselines, so it could mean anything. Temperature’s been stable for the last twenty minutes.” Maddie digs out the first pecan she sees and keeps it in her mouth to cool her sensitive teeth. Offers nothing else. Jack can read the screen. If he arrives to the same conclusion, then they’ll talk about it upstairs. Away from the kids. Hopefully, Danny’s too busy barely existing to overhear, if it comes down to it.
Jack nods, bullshooter blue eyes sweeping over the monitor. One huge, extremely hot hand rests on her back, goes to rub soothingly, but Maddie shoos him with her fork.
“You’re cold!” He says delightedly, sticking his hands on the folds of her turned down hazmat. He spares her a smile, then snaps his attention back to the screen. Lingers on Danny’s oxygen levels. “Well,” Jack says, straightening up, “Let’s try to get his internal temperature down a bit, then. Come on, Danno!”
He unties the cloth bag and pulls out a full gallon of icecream. There is no room in the freezer for that.
“Okay, buddy, I got us a real treat, straight from the farmer’s market creamery, you know, the people with the ecto-infected cows we helped out last spring? Got us a discount! Anyway, it’s custom. Chocolate icecream, fudge pieces, cacao nibs, coconut shavings, sprinkles, cookie bits, and those little soft dough chunks -” He cuts off, leans in closer to the pool, watches Danny intensely for a few seconds. “Yep! Extra cookie pieces. Wanna try some?”
Jack sticks two spoons in the open gallon and sets it aside. Gently eases the mostly ignored red slushie out of Danny’s hands and passes it off to Jazz. She doesn’t hesitate to pour some of it over her icecream. Maddie shudders. Bites her pecan. Takes a seat.
Jack pulls a shop towel out of his shorts pocket and soaks it in the pool, then wipes his face with it before slinging it around his neck. Takes a tiny spoonful of the icecream and starts to set it in Danny’s direction.
“Just try a bit, Danno. I’ll let you drink dry ice again,” He cajoles. Maddie whips her head up to glare at him. Jazz shrieks with her mouth closed, prevented from yelling properly by a well timed frozen strawberry. Jack ignores them both. He’d better have a damn good reason and some damn good results.
He gets Danny to eat a little, at least. He’d refused dinner last night, and it’s almost 7 PM, now. After a while, Jack leans in again. All Maddie can hear from a bare few feet away is a quiet, wet little rasp.
Jack beams his most reassuring grin at their son. “Of course it’s got ectoplasm in it; it’s for you, Danny-boy!” He says. And. That might be the first time any of them have put it to words. Admitted it out loud. It should feel like a taboo broken, but somehow, it eases a little relief into the atmosphere. A confession they all share.
Then Jack frowns a bit. Eyebrows drawn down in concern when he says “Is it not enough?”
Danny shakes his head, a light tremble of motion. The wet plastic squeaks under his neck. Lies still. Jack sits back, looks up to Maddie. Jazz is leaned back in her seat, staring down at Danny with a sharp frown of disapproval on her face. A fierce set to her eyes that tells Maddie everything she needs to know.
“We’ll get you more, sweetie,” Maddie tests the waters carefully, kneeling down across from Jack, sets a hand on Danny’s drying hair, keeps Jazz in her sights. Danny closes his eyes and shakes his head again, turning further into her palm and sighing quietly. A low, tired sound of dismissal. Not for Maddie. Jazz looks away, guilt and worry plain on her face. Bites her lip. Lids her icecream and mumbles an excuse of a goodbye, looking a bit mutinous as she leaves.
Maddie has to wonder if she should step back from this. Let Jazz do whatever needs to be done that Danny is hiding from them. But she can’t. These are her children; they shouldn’t need to be providing something for themselves. It’s her duty to care for them.
But. She is also an ectobiologist. Knows damn well what ghosts need. Has done in-field observations on this sort of thing for at least a decade.
It’s not the amount of ectoplasm that matters. It’s the source.
They can’t provide what Danny needs from the lab.
Sure, they’ve never seen Phantom feeding, but he’s so rarely seen at all. Elusive. Non-normative behavior. Maybe -
An incomplete hypothesis has never sat well with her. Her son being miserably sick while she has the power to help him is not sitting any better.
“Danny,” She says firmly, gently taking his cold face in her hands and wincing at the mincing slowness of his pulse under his jaw. “Please, just tell us what’s wrong, honey.”
Something thumps upstairs. What is Jazz doing? Maddie had assumed she left the house. To get. Something. Bring something back? Get a ghost they know to help?
Maddie’s seen ghosts negotiate and willingly feed from each other. The statistically significant ratio of mutual encounter to violent attack was one of the things that tipped the scales for Maddie and Jack on whether ghosts have the capacity for civilized society or not.
If Danny has some sort of pact or agreement with a local ghost, then Maddie is intensely interested in learning every detail of it. As both his mother, and as an ectobiologist. Jazz probably has extensive notes.
Upstairs, something drags across the floor. Maddie jumps at the noise.
“I’ll go check,” Jack offers, glancing guiltily back to Danny before heading up the stairs.
Maddie turns her attention back to Danny and actually feels her heart skip a beat when she finds him staring up at her with dull, glazed eyes. His face too-still and eerie in the green light of the buzzing portal. It dyes him colors he shouldn’t be. She takes in a breath, and calms herself, confused by her own reaction. She’s been exposed to high levels of ectoplasm for nearly two decades. Maddie lost her innate terror-reaction to ectoentities years ago. This is completely unfamiliar to her.
But the way Danny’s too blank face flashes into guilt as he flinches and tries to pull away is not. It’s the same reaction as Jazz earlier.
Guilt. Something withheld. Upstairs, something drags against the wood floors again. Slow, deliberate.
“Danny -” She starts, concerned. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and turns away from her. Mouths something that she reads as sorry. A creak on the stairs. The lights flicker. Maddie jolts back in a crouch immediately, hand falling to where her weapons should be. One hand on Danny. Assuring his location. Her other hand closes on nothing. Of course not. Maddie doesn’t wear her weapons around Danny. Not any more. There’s nothing there. She forces herself into a more relaxed stance with some difficulty.
What could they have upstairs for this? Surely there’s not another ghost living in their house? Maddie would like to think that a second instance would be ridiculous. Maybe a hidden freezer of ectoplasmic samples? She looks down at the human ghost in her lab. Maybe he needs a rare type of ectoplasm, due to his unusual biology? His half human biology.
Half human. Needing ectoplasm and emotion, but also needing food. Maddie’s heart picks up uncomfortably, sits high in her throat. At the other end of the room is the wall safe with the Nightingale journals. The myths and accounts and legends of violent ghosts. Hunted for their danger to humanity. Their hunger. Maddie and Jack have long discounted or disproved those old folk tales.
But then again, they’d also disproved the existence of something like Danny.
“Danny -” She tries again, watching the way he’s turned away from her intently. Mouth pressed in a thin, unhappy line. Every ounce of him tense, entombed in ice.
Jack bounds down the stairs. Maddie jolts to her feet. He’s got the bulky old TV from the sitting room in his arms. Maddie’s heart is pounding, her mind blank.
“We’ve got the cure, Mads!” He cries. Jazz follows, carrying the DVD player and a stack of DVDs.
In the pool, Danny shudders strongly enough to stir the ice. Moans out “No,” loudly enough to be heard.
“Shut up, Danny.” Jazz says firmly. “You need this.”
Jack finishes plugging the makeshift entertainment center together. Jazz sets the DVDs down and sticks one in the player. Maddie’s seen every title on the pile, but doesn’t recognize them from anywhere in the house. All horror films, many classic. Monster movies. Slasher flicks. It’s so disingenuous from where her mind had been that she’s left frozen.
“They’re from Sam,” Jazz explains. “For when somebody runs out of juice.” She spares Danny an annoyed glare and hits play.
Oh. Oh. Maddie looks down at the miserable little ghost in the pool, her shadow cast long over his morose, guilty expression. He’s so pale. The colors from the TV flicker against the vinyl and ice and ectoplasm in surreal flashes. Some loud sound blares from the old speakers with more static than usual and Maddie jolts again. All her senses on high alert, an undercurrent of unnatural fear flooding her cerebellum. An artificially induced state of terror. The buzzing she’s been ignoring with all the ease of overexposure is Danny’s aura, set to 18 hz.
There hasn’t been a ghost attack in nearly a week. All the local specters retreating to the other side of the portal as the heat wave rages on theirs. Danny hasn’t been able to emphathically power himself in a week. Maybe longer.
Ghosts feed on fear.
He’s been overwhelmed with the heatwave, unable to patrol his territory, probably not physically fed in a while, and emotionally weakened. Of course he’s destabilizing.
Maddie lets out a breath of relief. This is something easily remedied, at least. She leans in and kisses Danny’s forehead. In apology. In absolution. Feels guilty for her distrust of him with such an irrational idea. Feels the rekindled instinctual hyperawareness of a ghost near to her vulnerable human throat. Ignores it. Helps Jack finish moving the chairs closer to the pool. Sets her icecream back on her lap. Settles in and lets herself overthink the timing of the next jumpscare. Watches her little ghost relax slowly as he draws strength from their shared, controlled fear. Wonders if he has a vomeronasal organ, with the way his mouth is a little open. If it helps with emphathic filtering, or if it’s psychosomatic. Wonders if he feels better. Fishes his hand out of the ice and holds it tight until he squeezes her back.
It’s been a while since they’ve had a family movie night.
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Life After Snowpiercer: One Problem at a Time
Summary- Curtis x Y/N. You and Curtis reunite, deal with some issues in the valley and reconnect 2 of the groups. Tension between you and Curtis. Warnings- Violence
Word Count- 5.3k
Chapter 6 / Masterlist
The firing from above was surprising, You and Johanna witnessed Wilfords old guard squad shout out in alarm and close ranks retreating. Johanna lowered the rifle, and breathed out hard enough to flip the hair that fell in her eyes back. “I dont know who it is... but they are pushing them back.” You sneak a peek out to see if you can catch sight of anyone, but thats when you hear the cry of alarm behind you, and you pull back, disappearing inside. Following your name being cried out, you see where someone got a ricochet. It had luckily lost some of its momentum, but still embedded enough to cause blood to blossom all over there shoulder and clutch at it to stop the bleeding.
“Shit” You try to drag the man into the nearest light without making yourselves possible targets. “Shirt off... Whats your name?” You ask as you maneuver him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and start to pull it over his head.
He grunted as you lifted the shirt over his head. “Mickey... we was trying to get the kids into the back once we heard the firing started, but not fast enough apparently.” His eyes watered a bit, but other then that, he stayed perfectly still.
“Yea it got pretty dicey there for a bit. Does anyone have a knife?” You start hold out your hand till someone shoves a military grade blade into it and you start cutting off pieces of clothing off one of his shirts, and directing him to sit down, so you at least didnt have to go to your tip toes to dig out the shard. “Okay Mickey, Im gonna be as quick as I can, promise. Just please dont move.”
“No worries Miss, I can handle it.” He took a deep breath and nodded in affirmation that he was ready. Lets get this done, you coached yourself, never actually having removed anything like this. Your head tilted and the tip of your tongue stuck out as you started to use the tip to wedge along one side. Mickey was true to his word and stayed still, allowing you to dig further into his flesh till THERE, the tip slid underneath and you could pop it out “Got it!”
Wadding the piece of cloth against the seeping wound, you are careful not to touch anything as his blood was all over your hands. “Be right back, keep the pressure on it.” John stepped in to monitor him as you make your way back to Johanna who was looking through the scope up at the cliff. “Son of a bitch, hes gonna do it....”
“Safe to go out and scrub my hands you think, and do what?” You question as you look over her shoulder, and Johanna drops the scope to look without the assistance to the top of the cliff. “This bastard, hes gonna jump down., OH HELL THERE HE GOES!” This is when you lean out and your jaw drops.
Curtis pulled back the rifle when he thought he saw you, holding his breath, hoping for another glance, anything to confirm it was you he saw. Rolling away from the edge, and up to his feet, he paced the edge for a moment. “I gotta get down there now, do we have any rope?” He asked the person closest to him, the man shaking his head and asking another nearby. Resounding negatives sounded, and Curtis just didnt have the time to search the train cars for any. Looking over the edge, he studied the way down, noticing small juts of ice build up on what he guessed were ledges, he formed an idea. Was it crazy? Most likely, but what the fuck. Sliding the rifle strap over his shoulder, he held it out to anyone close by. “Give me an axe, Im gonna need you all to cover me while I make my way to the train car.”
The man whom he had asked for rope earlier looked down the side as if studying what Curtis had been looking at, frowning for a moment in thought, then his eyes widened. “Man you cant.”
Curtis didnt even pause as he hefted the axe, checking it was one with the sharper blades, and swung it around in a loop once, twice, three times to loosen his good arm. “Man I am.”
“Thats could be a damn suicide jump. Your gonna break your legs, even with the deeper snow at the bottom, you have no clue whats down there!.”
Curtis shifted to the edge, turning his body so that his good side holding the axe would be close to the cliff wall. “Yea well, I might not know what, but I know who is down there, and who knows when those fuckers will be back.”
CURTIS EVERETT, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DIE, YOU AND ME BUDDY, WERE THROUGH.
No were not, and I will be fine, trust me.
Trust you? Fucken hell Curtis your lucky I do.
Thats my girl.
And it seemed like he just stepped off the edge, plunging the axe into the snow and ice on the side, it slowed him down slightly in his descent, and he was able to steer himself enough to land on the ledge he was aiming for. For all of five seconds.
It gave out from under him “Oh shit” he exclaimed as he dropped down, trying to smash the axe head back into the side, it finally went in, but he just sped up more, bouncing off the wall once in a while, fuck his ribs. Well they are definitely broken now if they werent before, and all around him white rolls of snow started shifting, and racing down with him. Soon it was enough to be considered an avalanche, and he landed heavily at the bottom, a dumping of snow landing on top of him.
You jumped out of the train, with Johanna leaning out trying to catch you and stop you from taking off. But you rolled out of her grip. “Y/N! Come back, its not safe!” But damn it, you werent paying attention to anything but Curtis falling down the side of the cliff. HE JUMPED! THAT BASTARD JUMPED, GOD DAMN IT CURTIS! you screamed internally as you plowed your way through snow almost to your knees, falling every now and then, and struggling to get up, the whole time your panicked mutters of “nonononono” filled a bit of the silence after the snow crashed on top of itself at the bottom. By the time you reached the cliff face, all around you was just white swirls where the snow had yet to properly settle. “Curtis! Where are you?” You yelled out, looking all around you, but nothing, just white. Unsettled wisps blowing in your face.
“Come on baby, answer me” your voice is starting to panic as you start searching under you, for anything Curtis shaped. If hes trapped under the snow, hes going to suffocate, sobs of fear escaping, and tears brimming your vision. You plunge your arms into what looks like the deepest snowbank and dig like your life depended on it. It did, it did depend on it. Why was he so fucken stupid? Jumping off a cliff, god damn you Curtis, if you leave me alone here... Your wheezing, completely unaware he had come up behind you, and in true Curtis fashion, he grasped your hips and swung you around. Shocked, your looking up at those familiar blue eyes, adrenaline had blown his pupils wide with the rush, and he to is panting, clumps of ice and snow in his beard and his whole face is red where it had been covered in snow. For seconds your just staring at him, but then, you let him have it.
Your fist comes against his chest in a rage, bouncing off his pecks, and your just raging at this point. “what the fucken hell Curtis, you could have DIED! You idiot! Died, dead, gone, no more, do you hear me?!” He allowed it for a bit, but then he caught your hands and drew you in as the sobs of fear broke from you, struggling in his hold and grabbing his face, that damn face you love so damn much it hurt, one you were so scared for and mad at and just beyond relieved to have back because you were hurting all over and wanted to sink into his arms and be told that it was gonna be okay, that damn face. You crashed your lips against his, kissing him fiercly and possessively, only breaking apart when the loss of air burned your lungs and your head swam with dizziness.
“Dont you ever do something like that again! God your such an Idiot, I love you” your forehead leaning against his, and his eyes looked in yours and you could see that he would again without question, and before he could say that, you nip his lip softly to keep him quiet and roam your hands over his chest and pull back. You werent allowed to go to far, as he yanked you back in, his own hands searching you for anything out of the norm, cupping your face and placing a softer, but no less desired kiss on your lips “I wasnt going to leave you down here baby, I thought Ive lost you endless times over the past few days. I knew I saw you. I had to get down here. Especially with those fuckers coming for you.”
Your hands slide into his coat, and that familiar warmth starts to seep into your burning cold fingertips and his oversized hands wipe your face dry, kissing across the cheeks and your nose to calm you down, leaning his forehead once more against yours. “You couldnt ask me to leave my girl here and not to to get to you, right?” And with that, your anger dissipates much like the remaining snow crystals in the air that swirl near you, your combined heat melting them away. Relief floods you and you sigh, leaning into him, God I need you so damn much. His arms enclose you and for the first time in days your okay.
“All of it, they said they were just toying with you the entire time.” You breath out and pull back enough to look at him. “Did you get all the way there? I assumed so once the train derailed.”
Curtis was going to have to tell her all that happened, and that was the big news about her brother, in that he was dreading. Not that her brother was alive, but what they twisted the man into. He nodded, and decided it would have to be later, once they were safely settled, could he break the news to her then. “Yes, we lost good people.... but they got me to the front, got me to Wilford. Come on, we have to get out of sight. I have a few people up top to cover us.” You didnt inquire anymore at the moment, following along in his footsteps as best as possible, your hand still fisted in his, loathe to let it go. You could easily see he was hurting, the way he took jagged steps. But you woudnt know more till he would really let you look him over No guns had to be fired, and maybe there luck was turning around.
Johanna had the gun trained on Curtis till You stepped around him and waved your hand that it was okay, and she pulled back. As you two approached, Curtis climbed inside and held out his hand, greeting her with a thanks. “Damn glad Y/N had you with her Johanna.” She nodded her your welcome and turned to you.
“If your planning on moving anyone, theres a couple who are beat up pretty bad. Your friend Sara is definitely suffering from blood loss, and we got to relocate a few shoulders.” Hearing the women discuss the injuries, Curtis was relieved it wasnt anything worst. But as he caught sight of the survivors, he knew why. There must be more casualties then survivors. They were a weary bunch, the kids all huddled together, sleeping or whispering to themselves, adults wandering back and forth unable to relax, some leaning back against the wall, holding there arm or shoulder from where it came out of joint in the fall. “Has anyone been able to go through the cars?” Curtis asked as you came up beside him.
“No, once we landed, I got the kids to gather supplies, and then the guards tried to collect us. We bolted right out and headed to the cliff face. Others followed us. Paul told me that his cart had usable food in it and thats as far as we've been able to plan ahead." John came up to join them, listening in and introducing himself to Curtis.
"Probably would have either went into the other cars today, see if anyone survived the night or tried to find a way up. These are all the back end cars.... Short of the protein blocks, no other usable supplies. Old threadbare blankets, maybe some clothing." John mentioned, leaving Curtis nodding in agreement. He was right, all the usable supplies were in the front, they went through several freezer carts of beef and chicken, a garden cart, a bit of live stock in another, even an oversized tank that might still have usable food in it, he was sure once the train derailed any heating system went off, and it might all be frozen solid. And then not even mentioning supplies such as medicine and other goods. As Wilford mentioned before, it was an entire enclosed ecosystem. One that Curtis ripped wide open now.
"Theres a group up there waiting for us... The last of the tail enders and a few others, simple fact is we gotta move everyone up. Safer for us to be in a group then spread out, especially with Wilfords old buddies.” Curtis said that last part sarcastically, and you glanced at Curtis.
“Well we cant climb up the way you came down, especially with people like Sara. Someones got to find a trail if there are any”
So it was decided a couple would go look along the cliff face, see if there was a reasonable way up, John volunteered along with another man. They bundled up as best they could, blankets draped over there shoulders and they warily started along the trail you and Curtis made earlier. Now onto the next issue, You knew you should have taken care of the out of joint patients, more things like clothing was needed, some of these people were shivering with blue lips and fingertips. Fuck what a disaster. All of it. A hand came to your back and Curtis slipped up behind you as you watched the two men continue down your trail. You leaned back into his chest, and closed your eyes for a minute. Letting everything just go still inside you, just having him back eased you a bit.
“We will be okay babygirl, get them all up and continue on our way.” His fingers brushed aside your hair laying against your neck and he dipped his head to kiss the curve, his lips soft brushes along the length. You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, familiar and warming. But then enclosed when his hand moved to settle on your stomach and hold you in close, your breathing hitches. Why? Whats wrong? And you fight out of the haze clouding your mind, and pushing his hand back and away, turning to face Curtis. “We probably better get to those patients. Help me with them?” You brush past him and head into the back, frowning at yourself for how you just reacted, knowing exactly what it was, but admitting it was an entirely different story.
Curtis was surprised when you pulled away, about to stop you and ask what that was, but it had been hell for the past few days, so it would be understandable if you werent yourself. Following along with you, you were talking to Sara, who Curtis vaguely recognized from the back end. Lifting the rag she had used to keep pressed against her shoulder. “Im sorry I didnt get this out sooner Sara, but I got to now.” Another mistake, you think to yourself. There is a bit of redness and streaks blooming around it. Fuck why didnt you take care of this last night. With the way she was shot, you were sure there might be more then just a slug embedded in there. “Come on, lets go in the light.” You two go forward and as you pass Curtis, you encourage her to continue where Johanna was perched in the doorway, watching.
“Curtis we definitely need more clothing, something for at least the kids to wrap up in. They will freeze with what they have now out there.” Your almost reach out to touch him, then pull back, stuffing your hands in your sleeves instead.
“Yup, we will get it. Work on Sara and the others, we will be back soon.” He didnt push to touch you or share affection, but you tugged him back and placed a speedily kiss on his lips last minute. A ‘im sorry’ for earlier for yourself, he flashed you look that spoke volumes, then spun away and his voice boomed “Listen up, you... you... and you, were gonna be hitting up some of these cars... you....” Walking away, you felt more in control now, hearing him take control and having a plan in place. Sara was sitting with Johanna, looking exhausted, but holding a conversation.
Withdrawing the knife you used earlier, you have Sara sit in the light, Johanna lowers back to her earlier spot, the rifle hanging out the door to keep watch. Bringing her shirt down enough to take a look at the wound, you sigh. “Like with Mickey, this is gonna hurt like a bitch. And I gotta make sure nothing is left in there.” Sara nodded and once more you dug for the bullet. Sara hunched a bit and did her best to stay still, a gasp escaping once in a while, but overall when she slouched forward into Johanna, you knew she passed out. Good, make this easier.
“Sorry, let me just finish this and we can move her” You state and Johanna nods, moving to cradle the woman while you hear a plink! to the bullet falling out, and a few more pokes and prods, the blood seeping down, hesitant but hopeful that will finish cleaning the wound. “Okay, think shes good.” You use the rag she was earlier to put pressure on it and once it seemed to stop bleeding so much, you two move her, already Sara was stirring much to your satisfaction. “Just hang out here a bit, m’kay?” A nod and wince as she puts the rag back to be sure it wouldnt start bleeding.
Then you went through the rest, relocating joints, checking nicks and cuts. A few people you found out had busted ribs, one had a arm that should be put in a splint, but there simply was no way to do so. “Just... keep it close to your body and dont move it. It will heal, in time.” Putting together a make shift sling with a shirt someone volunteered. Just as you were finishing up, Curtis and a few others returned, arms bundled in clothing, and as you two dispersed them among people, and bundling the kids up, you quietly ask him.
“Was there alot.... of people... ?”
“Yea baby, more then I thought there would be. Some of them, its hard to tell if it was before or after the crash.” He passed off a jacket to someone and looked at you. “Then there were others that just.... Its a lot.”
You didnt push him, ask where he was going with that sentence, you had an idea of what it meant, and you didnt even want to have him have to explain his choice. People dont always survive.
He continued, handing off the last item, and turning to you. “We only went through a few, but we cant wait any longer. And I found where those guards were hanging out, They have been collecting supplies in the further cars, as much as could be had”
You swallow a bit, and keep yourself busy with the thought of them. “Where are they now?”
“I dont know, they wandered away from the cars at some point. Im assuming they didnt have a aim on them up above and they werent coming back around to us.” Curtis shook his head as they started getting people up, moving them forward. “But if they do... “ Curtis rumbled softly under his breath. You pause and rest your hand against his back, inside dreading the coming conversation. He was already so on edge to them being out there. Johanna called then to you two, and John ducked back inside. “Well we found what looks like an animal trail. Goes right up along the side, and looks like its well used. Do you think... theres really something alive out there?”
A shrug and nod from you “Were still alive, right? We can only guess as to what survived after the freeze.”
It was painfully slow, John and Adam, as you come to find out what the other mans name was, led the group, you stayed with the kids, and helped Sara as much as she was able to stand, behind you were more of the adults, including Curtis and Johanna who were making sure no one fell behind. When you finally crested the top, you stepped off to the side, huffing with exertion, the people who had remained at the top cars were helping others inside or near some fires they all were able to start, clearly they had been busy while you all were coming up out of the valley. Curtis came up beside you, a groan of his own as his hand pressed against his left side. “Lets get inside babes, then we can take a break. We all need one.”
Sara was collected and helped to where the other people were recovering, and Tam rushed up to the two of you once you entered the car “Hey, I got the kids, Edgar is sitting up already, and his back is looking much better.” You look confused for a moment, and Curtis shakes his head at you. “I will explain later. Thanks Tam, if everyones set, were going to go settle in somewhere for the night.” Assured that everything would be handled, Curtis led you away, these were similar to the tail end car, just with windows. Curtis was quick to find you two a empty bottom bunk. You crawled in first, and leaned against the wall, your head tipping back. Fuck you were so tired, and he semi collapsed next to you in a similar fashion.
You turn just your head to look at him, and smile when you see hes doing the same thing. There hadnt been any chance to really just be with one another since reuniting and you reach your hand out, weaving your fingers with his. “Hey.... Thank you for keeping your promise and coming back to me.”
He sat up a bit more and let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close, placing a kiss to your forehead, whispering. “Im sorry for leaving you like that babygirl. All I could think of was keeping you safe.” You put your hand against his mouth.
“Handsome its fine, I know why you did it. Tell me what happened.” You inquired, and Curtis fell into how he pushed the group through each car, the ones they found that was possible to find supplies and food in for them, how the bridge claimed so many of them, one of whom he thought was Edgar, but that wasnt the case. How Nam wanted to blow open the side, jump from the train when he wouldnt open that final door, and this is where he stalled. He had to tell her. All of it. Her brother, his arm... he managed to keep it hidden this whole time, the pain a background noise at this point.
“Babygirl come here, I just... need to hold you. I really thought I lost you.” He hauled you into his lap, and you tensed up momentarily when his arm circled around you, rubbing your lower back and side. But this was Curtis, you were safe. Under his hand you finally relaxed, and your head rested on his shoulder, he started in on the next part of his story. The rumble of his chest lulled you, while you listened. Wilford offered a deal, and Curtis admitted that he considered it. You lifted your head and looked at him. “You wouldnt have been able to live with yourself” He nodded, and leaned forward to kiss your lips softly. “Your right, I would have become everything I hated. Baby, this next part, you got to listen to me. Okay? the whole part before any questions.”
“Curtis what is it?” Your brow furrows with concern at his words.
“Matt, your brother... Hes alive, and he still is. I left him back at the front.”
Your silent for a moment, and he could see your mind racing, processing his words.
“Hes still alive... Matts still here.” And the joy that crossed your face broke Curtis heart because fuck he was going to have to tell you just how far gone he was, that there wasnt the compassionate little boy anymore. But a man with cold resolve and placed himself above the others, for he was the prodigy.
“Baby, he isnt who you think he is, not anymore.” Curtis hands captured your face to make you pay attention to him. “Wilford trained him to be his successor, brainwashed. He has no compassion for any of the people, were something to control.”
“What? No Curtis, he loved us, He wouldnt forget, unless he thinks I let him go.” Your thoughts are spinning out of control, just what Curtis didnt want. You pull back from him then “He cant be that bad, I mean, Once I explain all that was going on, he will see.” A saddened look crossed Curtis face, reaching out to draw you back to him.
“Baby we can try... but they were using our kids to run the train, put them right into the engine, and afterwards... Executed if they served no more purpose. Under his order, he was set on killing Yona, Nam and I if I didnt agree to there terms.” He couldnt even bring up the way your brother talked about you, the callousness of his words in discussing you, whom loved him more then yourself.
“No... he wouldnt have been okay with it.” Your breathing grows more rapid and Curtis rubs your arms to comfort you.
“I know baby, Im sorry... “ He was doing everything he could to calm you, but it was only setting you off worst. Again you pulled away from him, drawing your legs up and hugging around your knees, what are you not telling him? The only time you pulled away was the weeks after Matt was taken and you withdrew into yourself. “Y/N? Talk to me please?” He wants to reach for you, but you’ve just drawn yourself off, quiet as you stare ahead.
Matt wouldnt, Curtis must have misunderstood what happened. He did what he had to to survive, the conclusions you drew. “You said hes still alive? You had to leave him behind, is he safe?”
His hand dropped to his lap, studying you even as you waited for an answer. “He was safe when I left him and Claude. I was told you went over a damn cliff, I honestly had no other concerns.” His tone slightly clipped, and you can see where hes holding it together under a great strain. You unfold yourself, and return into his hold, feeling him once more relax being able to rest his hand on you.
“They had Timmy, in the engine. Whatever they did to him, he was so unhuman acting. Robotic, he wouldnt come out once Nam and I secured the room.” He shifted you and this is the first time you see the tangled mess of his arm when he slid his sleeve up, deep laceration that have scabbed over criss crossing where the gears tore in, but they were still great tears, all of it swollen, and throbbing looking. “Fucken hell Curtis” You cuss as you finish rolling his sleeve up to look at it. “Youve been like this the whole time? Baby you need medicine in case of infection.” So tenderly you inspected it, you seemed more like yourself now, your mind distracted.
Curtis remained still as you went to roll the sleeve back down, and was gnawing on your bottom lip. “God damn handsome, im so sorry.” Your hands went to his face, feeling for any kind of fever, and giving a small smile when he turned into your palm and nipped the center, kissing your fingertips before letting his head once more fall back against the wall. “You seem to not be fighting off an infection though. But I will feel better once we can secure some stuff from the medic car.” You shift to his other side so you dont risk touching his arm, rubbing your hand along the back of his neck. For now you both go quiet, just being together. This time his hand slides along the inside of your thigh, just resting warmly there. You can feel yourself drifting off, and finally he says softly.
“We should get some sleep” He shifted off the wall, and laid down for the first time in days, waiting with a lifted arm for you to do as you always do, curl in against his chest. Which you did, you always did, and stretching out, scooting over till his arm rested over your hip, he tugged you in the rest of the way. His body is hard against your back, and his beard scratches lightly behind your neck as he placed kisses there. Nothing sexual, just a bit of intimacy after such a long time apart. You cant help but tense up, which he notices when you dont sink into him, how your breathing doesnt soften after a few minutes, and he wants to ask you, make you spill whatever it is your holding inside. But he doesnt, he just stays by your side, his hand moving to slide under your shirts and gently let it rest against the softness of your stomach. Wide awake until finally he hears you release a soft snore, a true testament to your exhaustion.
You laid there, your fingers curled into the ticking of the blanket your laying on, your heart a quick flash patter, escape escape escape, this was fucking CURTIS. How could you feel that hot heat of panic flushing your body or that your throat was squeezing air through a straw. You waited, waited for him to tighten his arm around you as he usually did or sprawl you across his chest when he rolled to his back, but he stayed still behind you, and the tension between you two just built. I should tell him, but how can I? For whatever reason, it shamed you that you couldnt fight them off. Finally his fingers just splayed against your stomach where he worked his hand under your shirts and loosely held you. After a while, you couldnt help it anymore, falling asleep. Fuck those men for doing this to you.
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Sobriety
Chase Brody has been doing everything to combat his alcoholism; going to AA, therapy, being social, exercising...and yet it still isn’t enough. One afternoon, a year after his divorce, Jackie drives him home.
tw: alcoholism, panic attacks, car accident ment, suicide ment.
"So, how was it?"
Chase shrugs, both to slide his backpack off and to answer. He puts the bag in the backseat, then twists back around to buckle himself in. Jackie, mask off and in a plain red hoodie and worn jeans, as opposed to his jumpsuit, sits in the driver's seat, fingers drumming against the wheel in sync with whatever metal is playing on the stereo, Chase doesn't know—he's too tired to go through the challenge of deciphering the lyrics. The chaotic banging of drums and rippling guitar riffs about sum up the state his head's at.
"It was fine," he says coolly, "I guess. Todd brought his guitar this time." Todd—Todd Danvers—being the head of the group. Great guy, might've made it as a part of the church ensemble, if he hadn't drunken so much wine like every meal was communion. Washed his face in the tub of holy water they have at the door, that's what Todd had told them all, that first day, when Chase was still having the shakes.
"What'd he sing?" Jackie glances over at him as he twists the key in the ignition. The car hums to life, and they pull out of the center's parking lot with a low rumble.
"Pretty cover of What Have They Done To You Know. Daniel Knox? Funny, you wouldn't think a guy like him would be into that kind of indie music."
Jackie laughs, though it's not as bubbly as Chase thought it would be. It's more like an exhale Jackie leans into.
There's no conversation that follows, so the clicking turn signal, honking cars passing by, and radio fill the silence. He's gotten better at his anxiety with cars. Chase picks at the neon bandages on his fingers—the story is that he tried rather unsuccessfully to build a shelf—nails, all that, you know—but that's not what happened.
Promise a man, a very wasted, high off his rocker man, a few hundred bucks and he just might cut his whole hand off for you. He'll play the knife game like a roulette wheel, spinning and spinning, until he hits the jackpot, or until he has no fingers.
Nicks for nickels, that's what his buddies down at the bar say. Nicks for nickels. Money isn't easy to come by lately and he doesn't want to have to depend on Jackie's or his brothers' help for the rest of his life. It isn't fair.
So, he works, doing odds and ends and stupid dares, because the companies in the city aren't hot on having a recovering alcoholic under their brand. We'll call you back. Your resume looks great, Mr. Brody, you'll be at the top of our list. You'll be a fine employee.
Ha. Right. Three weeks later? Not a single call, nor email. Nicks for nickels again those nights that followed.
"Where's your mind at, Chase?" Jackie says amiably, once they're on the long stretch of road heading towards the house. "What're you thinking about?"
"My shelf," Chase answers, trying his best to sound mournful, stretching his bandaged fingers out in front of him, "Hurt like a son of a bitch to put it together."
Jackie's mouth presses down into a flat line. He says nothing for a few moments. He changes the station. Something light and electric plays.
“You know, you could've called me," Jackie says eventually, when they've hit the chorus. "I'm a champ at furniture building. You should see Henrik's desk now; beautiful, if I do say so myself."
He may sound proud, but he's still frowning.
Chase picks at the hem of his ratty grey hoodie; he doesn't even remember where he got it.
"I handled Patricia myself," he shrugs.
"Patricia—the shelf has a name now?" That gets a laugh out of the hero, and Chase smiles a bit. Jackie's laugh had always been infectious. "Well, you did a fine job, in any case."
"You're right, though: I'm not as good as you and JJ at that furniture stuff," Chase admits, and cuts Jackie off before he can protest. "No, no, it's true. I've always been the tech guy."
"'suppose so," Jackie amends. He pauses, turns the radio down, then asks hesitantly, "Chase, how'd you hurt your hands?"
The lie comes instantly. "I told you, Jackie—Patricia fought me tooth and nails!"
"No, Chase, that's not what happened." Jackie's voice is firm, if not stern. It's a scolding tone of voice that only Henrik uses with Chase, so it makes him look away in guilt. "Please. Tell me what's really going on. If—If someone's hurting you, or something, I'll—"
"—No, Jackie, it's not like that! I..." Chase rises on the defense.
"Then, what is it, Chase?"
"It's none of your damn business!" He can't stop his voice from raising. He's quick to anger these days—an after affect of the drinking.
"I'm your brother!" He's still looking at the road. His grip is tight on the steering wheel. "Of course it's my damn fucking business! I'm worried about you Chase, and—"
"I don't need you to look after me!"
"Then, who will, Chase? Henrik? Marvin? Jamie? Fucking Robbie? If I don't look after you, you'll...you'll hurt yourself again and I can't let that happen!"
"I can handle myself."
"Clearly, you can't."
"Oh, because I'm a screw-up, is that it? I'm a nobody who isn't good at anything, who almost killed himself—"
"Stop it."
"—is that it, Jackie? Is it because I'm a suicidal disaster?"
"You know what?" Jackie punctuates, "Maybe that is it." Maybe you are a fucking screw-up."
The anger and disappointment in his voice is so raw it silences. He knows that this is just a row, but it still terrifies him, the way Jackie sounds so much like...Anti.
Blood rushes through his eardrums and it feels like he's about to burst. His heart runs a hundred miles a second and it hurts. He can feel his pulse behind his eyes, in his fingertips, in his mouth. Jackie disappears from his view as the edges of his version grow black.
He can't breathe.
Is this what a heart attack is?
The world shifting in and out of focus, like a bad camera, and the road disappearing, like the headlights were never there, like he isn't in a car again, barrelling down a street he can barely see, with the kids in the back, and God, Stacy, I know, okay? I know! Please, don't yell—please don't yell at me! I'm trying not to drink anymore—N-No, I'm not drunk— in the front seat, and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, and he is, in fact, drunk, so the world is swimming around him and, CHASE—!
The windshield shatters into a million pieces.
It happens so slowly Chase can touch the glass as it flies past him. He's in the driver's seat now. He looks to his right, and Stacy is there, beautiful Stacy, her face smacking into the dashboard. He looks down at himself. He's uninjured. He's wearing a ratty grey hoodie, red Converse, blue jeans. In his reflection in the rear view mirror, his brown hair has green strokes; he had done a poor dyeing job.
Chase closes his eyes.
"What is real?" His therapist's voice comes back to him, clinical and calm. In this moment, in this panic—ask yourself, "What is real and what isn't?"
He opens his eyes.
Real: He is uninjured.
Not real: Stacy and the kids are here at this moment.
“R-Real," he whispers, "I am in a car. Not real: it's S-Stacy's car." He looks around to the backseat, but can't bear to look at the kids. He keeps his gaze on the floor. "Real: m-my backpack is on the seat. Not r-real: the kids are here."
He dares to look up. His backpack is there, black and canvas, with multiple patches. It's half open. Inside are comic books and his laptop. He twists back around, staring head-on at the blank, empty road, like someone forgot to continue building the rest of the world. Either that or there is no world outside of this one car crash.
A car crash that happened all of two years ago. He's surprised that his other regular nightmare isn't here.
One night in March (it was now September), he had gotten a visit from their eldest brother. Chase had been drunk at the time, swearing and bawling, so when Anti showed up...Chase did the stupid thing: he took a swing at the demon, thinking he was going to take something else away from him. Of course, he didn't like that.
A scar, eight or nine inches deep, on his abdomen twitches. He puts a hand to it. That had been the night he swore off drinking, for good.
"Lots of good it did you."
Chase jumps, and screams when he catches two empty black pits staring at him intently from the rear view mirror. That voice. Speak of the damn devil and he shall appear.
"Y-You're not real," he says, voice cracking out of pure terror, "You a-aren't real!"
:Oh, I'm very real, Chase," Anti appears beside him in the passenger seat, clipping through Stacy, who's blood drips in slow motion. He is just as demonic as Chase remembers him; black, empty eyes that dripped like ink down his pale cheeks, all black attire, his Converse up on the dashboard, and the grossly shiny red gash across his neck. He almost looks like Jack, in a way.
"N-Not real, not real—"
"Say it all you want, Brody, but I am real. I've come to finish the job."
"W-What?"
"Hold still."
A hand closed around his neck, pushing him back, his head smacking into the car door. He cries out, arms lashing wildly and legs thrashing, but Anti isn't deterred. The knife glints above his head. The shards of glass reflect upon it, making it shimmer in all sorts of colors. The radio goes wild; static, static static, filling the world, making Chase's ears ring with its volume.
"D-Don't do this, please, God, fuck, don't—What do you want from me?!"
Anti smiles. His eyes turn grey-blue, white scleroses. His gash disappears.
He's a perfect reflection of Jack.
"Sobriety," he says, in Jack's achingly calm, innocent voice, "Is that too much to ask, Chase?"
"Fuck, no, no, please—!"
The knife comes down into his heart.
"Chase?"
Anti's...Jack's voice echoes in his ears. It sounds so far away.
Not real: Jack talking to him.
"Chase?"
Real: he's about to die.
"—CHASE!"
He jolts awake, panting for air like he had been drowning. His face, neck, and shirt are certainly wet; he's sweating bullets. His hands are shaking something awful. Chase swings his gaze around, trying to take in everything at once.
"No, Chase, please—l-look, look at me!" Hands touch his cheeks gently and he flinches. They return, directing his eyes forward. Jack...no, not Jack—the hair is a neon green...Jackie. Jackie looks at him in worry, blue-grey eyes looking over him. His touch is warm. His hands are shaking. He's got tears in his eyes, but his breaths are controlled. That's the Jackie he knows—never truly removing the mask.
"J...Jackie?" His heartbeat is still thumping wildly, but it's slowing down, as he can feel it in his jaw. His brain feels like molasses. "I don't...what..."
"I pulled over," Jackie drops his hands, but holds Chase's in both. "I didn't mean to call you that, I'm sorry!"
Chase blinks slowly. He looks out the windshield, unbroken, rain dropping in fat splats, the window wipers working overtime—when the hell had it started raining?—and they are pulled over. They're in front of a house he recognizes as being part of the neighborhood. They're not too far from home. The sun is setting, but the sky is too grey to tell where. The clouds are dark and stormy. People rush by the car and into their homes, some with umbrellas, others caught without.
"N-No, Jackie, it's...it's my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you." His words come back to him and they fill him with shame.
"I shouldn't have gone off on you like that, either. I didn't...you're not a screw-up."
"I am." He shakes his head, tears blotting his eyes, drops falling onto his pants. He hiccups. "I'm s-such a fucking m-mess, Jackie."
The seatbelt unclips beside him and warm arms envelope him. He lets Jackie hug him, unclipping his own seatbelt. They stay there for a moment. Two.
Chase comes clean.
Nicks for nickels. The bar. His "friends."
Most importantly of all, the drinks. You don't go to a bar and not have a drink. He doesn't drink until he's blackout drunk anymore, but he drinks enough to be numb. He's relapsed. He was only able to slip in AA the following day after a strong shot of vodka and some breath mints. The whole session, he had been hammered by a hangover.
Jackie listens silently, but the weight of his disappointment bears down on Chase's shoulders like an anvil.
"Chase..." He starts, but the other shakes his head frantically.
“I know."
"You're not supposed to drink anymore."
"I know."
"I'll... I'll talk to Todd tomorrow, your therapist, too. They have to know about this."
"N-No, Jackie, I have to tell them myself." Having their disappointment on his mind would destroy him, but he needs just a little bit of control of what's happening. "But promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
Chase bites his lip.
"Don't t-tell the others." Jackie opens his mouth to protest. "No, Jackie, y-you have to promise me this. Not Henrik, Marvin, or any of the others...I don't want them to know about this. I don't w-want them to think I'm weaker than they already think I am. And I know they do. I know all of you do. And y-you're all right."
"You are not weak."
"I relapsed." Chase rubs his face with his palms. "It hasn't even been six months."
"Chase," Jackie says firmly, "Look at me."
When he does, hesitantly, the hero takes a breath.
"Chase Brody Mcloughlin, you are the strongest person I know," he starts, "because despite all you've been through, you are still here. You are still living and breathing and I know it hurts, but you are so incredibly brave for surviving. I am proud of you, even if you've relapsed. This road you're driving down, it's not an easy path. I don't have to tell you that for you to know. There'll be bumps and detours but...I'll always be here for you. We'll always be here. Anytime you need us. I'll help you get back on the road. I promise."
That is why Jackie is Chase's hero. Despite everything, anger and pain and injustice...he still manages to be kind.
Chase nearly starts bawling. He bites down on his knuckles and just nods. He can't say much, so Jackie turns the engine on.
"Let's go home."
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They park near the sidewalk. The rain has lightened to a drizzle. The clouds are clearing. The stars are coming out. The lawn is wet with dew. The lights in the living room are on.
Chase feels sick looking at the house. His eyes and nose are stuffy and red and he has a headache coming on. He can't hide the fact that he's been crying. Years of dealing with Anti has trained his brothers to notice the smallest of details.
"Chase," Jackie murmurs, "if...if you are serious about being able to handle yourself, I...well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but there's this apartment in the city that I've saved. I haven't spent anything on it, but...if you want, I can help you get it. Contribute a little. The rest can be up to you. I'll help you get a job, even."
Chase looks at him, unsure. "Really?"
“Yeah. I know you've spent most of your life away from us and it's a bit of a shock to be caged in with us again, so..."
He loves them, but the house is stuffy. He misses his old apartment, but he had missed his brothers, too.
"Thanks, Jackie," he says, "I'll...I'll have to think about it."
"Okay. Take your time."
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At dinner, no one suspects a thing.
Jamie fills him in on Robbie's garden—it's going smoothly, with beautiful, flowering succulents. For a zombie, it's no surprise he has a green thumb, he jokes, and Chase laughs.
Marvin teaches him a card trick, much to Henrik's disdain; no magic at the dinner table, he scolds them like a mother hen.
Jackie watches him from across the table. He can feel his gaze boring into his skull.
The dining room is warm and full of life. Chase isn't completely involved mentally, but he's enjoying the sounds of dinnerware and conversation. He's not sure what they're having for dinner, either, but it's good. He just feels so out of it because of the emotional roller-coaster that was today.
The prospect of having a new apartment and a stable job...it terrified him, because what would happen if he relapsed again?
He tries to still his hands when he drinks water.
--
"Goodnight, Chase," Jackie kisses the top of his head, then goes to the doorway of his room.
“Goodnight. Thanks, Jackie. For today."
Jackie smiles and says nothing. He shuts his door.
Chase goes into his room and closes the door behind him. The bed is messy, but he doesn't care. He slides right into it, tossing his phone onto the desk, and closing his eyes.
He feels the small grooves of scars along his fingers—he had finally taken off the bandages. More scars, more tallies. One on his abdomen, a few on his wrists...a bullet scar on his scalp. He doesn’t even have the gun anymore. Jackie had surrendered it to the police. He still feels the ghost sensation of cool metal on his palm.
He sits up and crosses the hall, knocking softly on Jackie's door.
"Come in," the hero's voice floats from behind it. He opens the door.
Jackie is lying on his bed in his somehow neat room, with a shelf full of comic books arranged by series and brand. His hoodie is slung over the back of his desk chair. He looks up from his phone when Chase stands in the doorway.
"What's up, Chase?" He asks, eyebrows raised.
Chase shuffles his feet.
"Can I...can I bunk with you tonight? It's just that I, I can't stop thinking about it all, and I'm...I'm scared."
"It's no problem, buddy," Jackie's expression softens, and he moves over, patting the space beside him. "Come 'ere."
Chase settles in, hesitantly, putting his head on Jackie's chest. He can hear the hero's heartbeat and breath. It's a comforting sound.
"Thank you," Chase whispers.
"Anything for my little brother," Jackie smiles. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
He's terrified of building a new life for himself because if he relapses it will all come crashing down again. He doesn't know if he can handle that.
But he has to try.
As much as it hurts, he has to. If not for himself, for Henrik, Marvin, Jamie, Robbie...and Jackie.
For Jack.
It's what he would've wanted.
And that’s what makes his relapse so crushing.
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Hold on Tight (You Know She’s a Little Bit Dangerous) (NSFW)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 2,832
Prompt: Post-Endgame. Sam drags Bucky to a bar to try and cheer him up, and they run into one of Sam's old military buddies.
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids)
Written for @saxxxology for her September 2019 Angel request
Title from Dangerous by Roxette
Betaed by @mrsimoshen
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If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed that much over the many decades Bucky’s been alive, it’s bars. Low lighting, the buzz of conversation broken by someone who’s either a happy or an angry drunk, music that could probably be turned down a few notches. It’s a little warmer than he would like, with his long sleeves and single glove to cover his arm. Sure, the technology has improved and Bucky doesn’t really recognize most of the brands on the shelves behind the bar, but the vibe is the same. Something about that is kind of comforting, even though a bar is probably the absolute last place he wants to be tonight.
“Two of whatever’s on tap for me and my buddy,” Sam is saying to the bartender as the two men slide onto stools. Two beers in tall glasses are pushed towards them a few minutes later.
Bucky might not particularly want to be here but he can’t deny that a beer might be exactly what he needs tonight and he accepts the glass when Sam nudges it toward him. He tries for a small smile - it feels more like a grimace - before taking a sip. It’s decent. Not his favorite beer in the world - his favorite doesn’t exist anymore - but he doesn’t mind it too much.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”
A woman has appeared on the stool on Sam’s other side, all bright smiles and brighter eyes. How anyone can be so happy, Bucky has no idea, but she’s pulling it off and doing so well. Somehow her presence isn’t overwhelming at all.
“Y/N!” Sam says, leaning over to give her a one-armed hug. “Long time, no see!”
“Five and a half years,” she replies, smile never faltering. “Heard you got caught up in the Blip. How was that?”
“Dunno, can’t remember it,” Sam chuckles. “Probably a good thing. What’ve you been up to? Still with the military?”
“Just retired, actually. Five years of office work, you know how it is.”
“Looking forward to retirement?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Congrats.”
She signals to the bartender and orders a beer for herself. As she waits for it, she glances around Sam to Bucky. As soon as their eyes meet, she very obviously gives him the once over and then smirks.
“Gonna introduce me to your friend?” she asks, nudging Sam.
He glances over at Bucky, who shrugs. “This is Bucky,” Sam tells her. “He works with me. Buck, this is Y/N. We served together in the Air Force.”
“Nice to meet you,” Bucky says, reaching out his good hand to shake hers around Sam.
“What’s with the glove, Michael Jackson?” she teases, gesturing to his glove with one hand and picking up her beer with the other. “Hiding something cool under there?”
Bucky blushes, tucking his gloved hand against his belly. He’s never felt nervous about someone seeing his arm before but he really wants this new woman to think the best of him and he’s pretty sure she wouldn’t associate with him if she knew the truth.
“Buck’s a veteran, too,” Sam says before Bucky can come up with a response.
Y/N studies him for a minute and then her eyes go wide as things kind of click into place. “Ah,” she says. “Understandable. Didja get one of those fancy new ones from Wakanda?”
Bucky’s pretty sure his face is on fire now. “Yeah,” he mumbles.
She’s looking at him with a new appreciation and, dare he say, a new hunger. He’s still surprised, though, when she hops off her stool and comes around to sit by him instead of Sam.
“What am I, chopped liver?” Sam complains, pouting a little.
“I know you,” she reminds him. “I wanna get to know Bucky.”
Bucky musters all the confidence he can and shoots Sam a smirk. “Yeah, Sam. She wants to get to know me.”
Y/N laughs, a wild sound that makes Bucky’s heart beat faster. He hasn’t met a woman who made him feel like this in decades, if ever. The last date he went on was with Connie at the Stark Expo before he left for the war and while that went well, he definitely didn’t feel like this. He was a different man then, though, and Y/N is a very different woman.
“I don’t know if you actually do want to get to know me,” Bucky admits once Sam has turned away to talk to someone else.
“Don’t be silly,” Y/N scolds gently. “Of course I want to get to know you. Any friend of Sam’s is a friend of mine. Besides,” she nudges his arm with her elbow, “you’re cute.”
Bucky chokes on his beer. Sam looks concerned but Y/N just laughs, slapping his back until he gets things under control.
Things go a little better from there. Y/N is surprisingly easy to talk to. Part of that is because she dominates the conversation and Bucky doesn’t have to talk quite as much; part of that is because she seems genuinely interested in what he has to say when he does speak. Bucky soon finds himself relaxing, body turned to face her. He leans in when she speaks, eager to hear what she has to say and let her know he’s interested in her. Her body language is equally as open and when she puts her hand on top of his, Bucky’s heart does a happy leap.
“Wanna come back to my place?” Y/N asks, leaning in so her words are just for him.
Bucky glances over his shoulder at Sam to see that his friend is deep in conversation with a pretty Asian woman. “We should let Sam know where we’re going,” Bucky says.
She smiles, giving his hand a squeeze. “Of course. I have to hit up the ladies' room. Meet you at the door?”
He nods and she kisses his cheek before slipping off her stool. He watches for a moment as she weaves her way through the crowd before turning to bump Sam’s elbow.
“Sup?” the man says, twisting around to look at Bucky.
“Y/N and I…” Bucky says tentatively, suddenly nervous.
“You heading out?” Sam finishes with a smirk.
“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sam just winks. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Face on fire, Bucky leaves a few bills to cover his part of the drinks and then heads off toward the door. He’s only waiting a few minutes before Y/N shows up, a bit of a bounce in her step. She takes Bucky’s gloved hand without hesitation, smiling brightly at him.
“My place is a couple of blocks away,” she says as they step out into the night. “Wanna walk?”
Bucky nods and lets her lead him off down the sidewalk. His heart is racing with excitement and nerves and he’s glad she’s holding his gloved hand so she can’t feel how sweaty his other palm is. She keeps up the conversation as they walk, easing Bucky into telling some stories from his childhood - the ones he doesn’t think will cause too much alarm.
Y/N’s apartment is in a nice complex with a doorman and a security guard. They both clearly know Y/N and they eye Bucky warily when he enters but Y/N’s brightness seems to put them at ease. She waves hello to them both as they pass before leading Bucky up the stairs to the third floor. Her’s is a few doors down from the stairs, differentiated from the others by a colorful summer wreath on the door.
“Home sweet home,” she says, flicking on the light to reveal a clean, modern apartment - white walls, cool neutral-toned furniture, splashes of blue and green in the form of rugs and art pieces.
“I like it,” Bucky tells her honestly, taking it all in.
She grins over her shoulder at him as she locks the front door. “Thanks. I’m pretty happy with it. Do you want something to drink?”
“Water would be nice.”
She fills two glasses from the faucet on the front of the fridge and Bucky gladly accepts one. It's been so long since he was in this position and he’s not quite sure what to do with himself.
Y/N drinks some of her water and then sets the glass by the sink “Bucky,” she says softly, moving in close to him. “You do know I didn’t just bring you here for water, right?”
He nods, turning his own glass in his hands. “I’m, um. I’m a little out of practice.”
There’s no judgment in her eyes. “Been a while?”
If a few decades counts as a while. “Yeah, it has.”
She smiles, settling her hands on his hips. “That’s okay. I don’t mind being on top.”
Arousal shoots down Bucky’s spine. He reaches around her to set his glass down and then loops his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She laughs quietly and tips her chin up so he can kiss her.
Things escalate quickly from there and it’s only minutes before they’re stumbling into her bedroom, so wrapped up in each other that it takes her a second to turn the light on without breaking the kiss. She guides Bucky over to the bed and he sits down heavily when the backs of his knees meet the edge of the mattress, pulling her into his lap. Her fingers play at the hem of his t-shirt and Bucky breaks the kiss, gloved hand flying down to grip her wrist.
“Whoa,” she says, freezing. “Everything okay?”
He draws a deep breath, steadying himself. “Sorry, I just… you’re okay with… me? Right?”
She frowns thoughtfully, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. “Do you mean your arm? Why wouldn’t I be? It’s just a part of you. Maybe it’s made of a different material but it’s still yours.”
He relaxes a little and kisses her again. She loops both her arms over his shoulders, pressing their bodies together. Bucky is rock hard in his jeans and he’s pretty sure she can feel it.
“Want me on top?” she asks when they come up for air.
“Fuck yeah,” Bucky gasps against her lips.
She kisses him firmly and then pushes at his shoulders, lifting her weight off his lap. “Then get this shirt off and lay down for me, big guy.”
Bucky doesn’t hesitate this time, pulling his shirt up and off, and taking the glove with it. Y/N’s eyes go right to his metal arm but they don’t linger long, instead moving to admire his torso.
“Damn, boy,” she says as he scoots up to lay in the middle of the bed. “That’s a sight I could get used to.”
Bucky blushes even as he toes off his shoes, letting them drop to the floor. His socks follow as he watches Y/N begin shedding her own clothes. He bites his lip at the sight of her bare body as she strips down to her panties, a lacy green pair that make his mouth water. She’s absolutely stunning, every inch of her - even the thick, knotted scar that curls around her right shoulder.
“Gonna ride this cock,” she cooes, fingers quickly undoing his belt and jeans so she can pull his pants down. He lifts his hips to help her out. His boxers follow and his cock smacks against his belly, eager for attention. Y/N makes a happy noise and wraps her hand around his cock, smirking when he gasps and his hips jerk. “Oh yeah. Gonna treat you right, Buck.”
“Let me… gotta get you ready,” Bucky manages, reaching for her.
“Oh, yeah?” She allows herself to be tugged up to straddle his chest, smirking when Bucky’s eyes lock onto that hidden space between her thighs. “You wanna eat my pussy?”
Bucky nods, gripping her thighs as tightly as he dares. He doesn’t want to hurt her.
She curls forward, one hand tugging lightly at his hair and drawing his eyes up to her face. “Don’t be afraid to leave bruises.”
He growls and pulls her up further so he can finally get his tongue on her pussy. She gasps, bracing herself with the hand in his hair and the other against the headboard. Bucky hums happily, eager to make this wonderful woman - who doesn’t seem to care how broken he is - feel good. He’s a little out of practice but gets the hang of things quickly and has her cumming on his face in no time. She’s quiet when she cums, breath stuttering and body pulsing above him. Bucky holds her in place, keeping his mouth on her until she’s giggling and squirming away.
“Fuck,” she gasps, sliding down to straddle his hips and blanket him with her body. “That was… wow.”
He grins, running his hands over her back, and then moans when she grinds her slick pussy against his cock.
“Gonna ride this big dick now,” Y/N purrs, nibbling at his collarbone.
Before Bucky can formulate any sort of response, she reaches down to line things up and sinks down onto his cock. He gasps, head flying back against the mattress as he’s engulfed in what feels like liquid heat. Y/N doesn’t stop until Bucky’s balls deep in her cunt. Only then does she pause to take a deep breath and grin down at him.
“Feels so good,” she tells him, sitting up and bracing her hands against his chest.
She rolls her hips experimentally and chuckles at the choked sound Bucky makes. His hands settle on her hips, firm enough to bruise, when she starts to move. He can’t take his eyes off her as she bounces on his cock. When she leans back and puts her hands on his thighs, he almost cums right then. The sight of her, all soft curves and strong limbs and that tight, tight pussy split open on his cock, is something Bucky’s pretty sure he would never get tired of. She’s still quiet, the only sounds in being little hitches of her breath, his own groans, and the dirty, wet slide of his cock in her cunt.
“Not gonna last,” Bucky manages, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.
“That’s okay,” she answers, arching into his touch. “I wanna feel you cum in me. Fill me up, big guy.”
Bucky groans at those words, hips jerking beneath her. His thumbs flick over her nipples and her own hips stutter. One hand flies up to grip his metal wrist.
“Cold,” she breathes. “Do that again.”
He obeys, using his metal hand to tease her nipples until they’re puffy and tender, and she’s making little whimpery noises that go straight to his cock. That’s when he brings his metal hand down to her clit, rubbing careful circles with his fingertips. Y/N’s whole body jerks and it seems like mere seconds before she’s falling apart above him. The rhythmic pulse of her pussy around his cock is more than enough to pull Bucky over his own edge. He drags her down into a kiss as he pumps her full of cum, the hand on her hip keeping her in place while his other hand rubs her clit until she pushes it away.
“Fucking hell,” she gasps against his lips. “For someone out of practice, you sure know what you’re doing.”
He grins, grinding up against her as he rides out his aftershocks, before gently guiding her to lay next to him. She snuggles against his side without any hesitation, throwing one arm over his chest. He tentatively wraps his arm - the metal one - around her.
“Gonna stay the night?” Y/N asks, hooking one leg over his.
“Would you let me up if I said no?” he replies, tone light and teasing.
“Hmm, probably not.”
He laughs. “What if I needed to pee?”
She sighs dramatically. “I suppose. It’s the first door on the right.”
Bucky drags himself from the bed, chuckling, and goes to do his business. Y/N uses the bathroom right after him and then she flicks off the bedroom light and they crawl under the covers together.
“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” she asks as she settles against his chest once more.
“How does pancakes sound?”
“Pancakes sound great.”
He smiles into the dark, fingers playing along the curve of her spine. She shivers under his touch, her own fingers gently tracing the scarred line on his chest where skin meets metal.
“Gonna tell me about this?” Her voice is soft, curious but not pressing for anything he’s not willing to give.
“Maybe someday,” he answers as his hand finds her scar. “Will you tell me about yours?”
He can feel her smile against his collarbone. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and see.”
Bucky tilts his head to press a kiss to her hair. “I might just do that.”
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FIC: Drinking Buddies (standalone)
Summary: Stretch and Edge get along great from the very start.
Tags: Pre-spicyhoney, Enemies to Lovers, Arguments, Underswap isn’t as kind as Edge likes to think.
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Edge resisted the urge to slam the door behind him as he stepped out into the icy cool of Underswap’s Snowdin. He took a deep breath, held it, counting slowly as he let it back out. A breathing technique he’d learned from a soggy magazine found at the dump that he’d studied diligently despite his brother’s mocking.
It worked, a little. His temper, once on the verge of boiling over, settled down to a low simmer. Not at all how he’d wanted to spend his evening. Visits to the other universes were supposed to be a way for him to leave behind the stresses of his own world and instead, tonight it only doubled it, trebled.
Stretch had been in a bad mood from the moment he and Red arrived. The very first words out of his mouth, “nice of you to show up, edgelord, how long did it take you to shake the dust out of that pretty scarf of yours?”
They only got worse as the night went on. Those little insults of his dug in deeper than they should, his petty cruelties usually disguised as idle observations twisting into Edge’s restless soul until the iron control he usually had over his frustrations rusted over and snapped. He’d grabbed Stretch by the front of his sweatshirt, hauling him up from the sofa despite the startled cries of others.
Stretch only smirked, hanging in his grip as he said, softly, “you wanna hit me? go ahead. just remember, you can only do it once.”
That lazy reminder cooled his temper like breaking through ice into the river. One HP, the same as his own brother and Edge allowed Blue to pry his brother free, scolding them both and it was the faint note beneath those words, like a barely stifled sob, that sent Edge outside into the snow.
The artificial light of day was gone, the town cast mostly in darkness except for the Gyftmas lights scattered about. There was a ‘Librarby’ the same as in Underfell and Muffet’s nearby, the brightly lit sign blinking. It was difficult to distinguish how the 'swap' part of Underswap actually worked.
Not that the Monsters who lived here called it that. The term was coined by Papyrus, and at first glance, it seemed accurate enough. Stretch seemed very much like his brother and Red, and Blue similar to Papyrus and himself. Their enthusiasm for being in the guard and cooking, their cheery personalities and distaste for bad puns, while Stretch matching up with his counterparts in laziness and sarcasm.
But the resemblance only seemed surface deep. For one, even his brother usually knew when to shut his mouth, a lesson Stretch certainly never seemed to have learned.
Muffet's was the analog for Grillby's in this world and much as Edge hated coming into any contact with greasy food and equally so company, he needed a drink. If nothing else, it was certain to be safer than his own Grillby's.
Or so he thought and there lay an important lesson his brother taught him from the moment he could summon the smallest bone attack. Assume nothing.
At a glance, the bar was similar. Cleaner, perhaps, less of the furniture broken in LV-fueled disputes. The jukebox was darkened and silent, the patrons less so, snatches of conversation in the air to mingle with the clink of glasses against tabletops.
Behind the counter was Swap's version of Muffet. Intriguing differences, really. His Muffet dressed in frills and lace, paying no mind to the splatters of blood and dust at the hem of her skirts, dappling her ankle socks and slippers. When she dropped the charming illusion of her smile, her true, ravenous nature showed, her maw opened wide to greedily suck the essence of any Monster caught in her webs. He’d seen it once, in a grainy video that his brother ‘liberated’ from Alphys’s storage. At the very end she’d paused, swinging around to look directly at the camera and through the snow of static, the visible madness in her many dark eyes was enough to convince Edge to stay well out of Hotland.
This Muffet only nodded at him politely, her many eyes reflecting the overhead lights. She was nattily dressed in shirtsleeves and a tie, her wiry hair done up in a pair of simple pigtails, and her smile held no horrors, only the raspy offering, "Drink?"
"Do you have tabasco?" Edge asked without much hope.
She only nodded, pouring out a tall glass and topping it with what he hoped was vodka. A celery stalk completed the drink and she pushed it over to him. A wary sip sent a burst of faintly bitter heat deliciously across his tongue, better than any swill he’d had in Underfell.
Absently, he pushed a G coin back across at her and the rumble of conversation around him dwindled to silence. She stared at it as though it might grow fangs and snap at her many fingers.
"My apologies," Edge offered guardedly, "Is that not enough?"
Two stools away, a Monster leaned towards him, their scaly skin and yellowed eyes reminiscent of Undyne and their words were a slurred, whether from drink or a natural inclination, Edge could not say. "Nah, Muffet says its good. Everyone's jus' surprised to see you paying. Usually everything from youse guys goes on Papyrus's tab."
"Of course," Edge muttered. His own brother would delight in racking up drinks on someone else’s tab for a change. "I'd prefer to pay my own way."
Muffet nodded and picked up the coin, dropping it into her vest pocket.
He was most of the way through his drink, the winding tension in his soul slowly loosening, when from behind him came the invasive prickling touch of a Check, followed by, “Huh, look what we have here."
Edge tipped his skull back, draining the last of the tabasco and vodka from his glass before turning around. Three Monsters, their long ears and furry scowling faced placing them firmly in the Bun clan. In his world the Buns were plentiful but meek, often depending on the Snowdin guard to protect them and their homes from those who would hunt them down.
Here in this swapped world, they were flipped around, turned on their end. Tall enough to loom over Edge, their noses the pale white of a fishbelly instead of wriggling pink, their eyes bloodshot and sunken. The tallest leaned in, a sneer fracturing his wide face.
"Nice outfit,” they said. Alcohol was strong on their breath, sharp and foul, “You come in here to raise some dust, LV collector?"
Edge only looked at them coolly. "You act as if any of you would be worth it."
Raucous laughter came from them all, unpleasant and humorless. The tall one spoke again, scornfully, "Trash knows trash, is that it?"
"You don’t know anything about me." It wasn’t likely that Muffet was going to allow fighting in her establishment; in his own world, Grillby would have interceded almost immediately before he could lose any more furniture. True as that may be, Edge wasn’t about to rely on an unknown Monster to have his back and discreetly, he began summoning an attack meant to incapacitate. LV he might have, but he wasn’t—
"I know enough, killer!" The Bun raised a hand, their curled fingers forming a fist nearly the size of Edge’s skull and swinging directly at it.
Before that hand could connect or Edge could deflect it, it stopped entirely, the Bun standing frozen, his soul pulsing an eerie blue.
"hey, guys,” Nearer to the door, a familiar, lazy drawl, “think it’s time to back off.”
The other Buns moved in near unison, turning towards the door and parting enough for Edge to see Stretch standing just inside it. He was lighting a cigarette, a bony hand cupped around the flame.
“Really?” From the second Bun, shorter and thinner, and no less drunk for it. “You gonna stand up for the murderer, Papyrus? Gonna let him kill us all?”
Stretch only chuckled out a smoke-filled breath and tucked his lighter into his pocket. “nah, you know better than that, bunno. we go way back, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” the bun agreed, “yeah, we do.”
“yeaaaaaah,” Stretch drew out the word, slyly, rocking back on his slippered feet. “maybe you don't know me as good as you think. see, problem is, the thing you don’t seem to get—"
Stretch tapped a cylinder of ash on the floor and stuck the cigarette between his teeth, then raised his hand, slim fingers haloed in light. Four blasters rose over his shoulders, their eye lights feral-bright, maws open with the burning threat glowing in their throats. Stretch’s smirk widened, fingers twitching, "he’s not the one you need to worry about, now is he?"
The two Buns were scrambling for the door before Stretch even finished speaking, each struggling to be the first through it. The last taller Bun stood stiffly as Stretch waved his hand carelessly, the blasters dissolving away at the same moment the counter on the blue magic faded.
“now go home,” Stretch said, lightly, “i don’t really wanna make puns about dust bunnies.” One corner of Stretch’s mouth rose, a lopsided smirk. “dust punnies. heh. okay, just that one.”
The tall Bun opened his mouth, hesitated and visibly re-thought whatever he meant to say, then turned on his heel to follow his companions out.
“guess that was a little too hare-raising for ‘em.” Stretch plopped down on the stool next to Edge’s. The moment he did, Muffet plunked a glass ashtray pointedly in front of him and he grimaced, tapping his cigarette in it. “sorry, muff.”
The apology seemed to mollify her, weak as it was, and she set a shot glass in front of him, the contents a rich golden-brown.
Edge waited until Stretch knocked it back, sockets closed as he savored it. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“yeah, i know,” Stretch said. One socket slit open, the pale eye light focused on Edge, glittering with dark amusement. “but i got dibs on being a dick to you.”
Edge couldn’t stop his mouth from twitching in a slight smile. It wasn’t quite an apology, not unless one squinted and turned it on its side. But then, that sort of thing suited Underswap. “So you do.”
“Another drink?” Muffet rasped out.
“yeah, sure,” Stretch pushed the empty shot glass towards her. “keep ‘em coming.”
“Yes,” Edge agreed, softly. He held out his own glass and added, “Put it on his tab.”
-finis-
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Ask games #5: 10 and 39 for Jicheol in Emotional Hurt/Comfort trope please and thank you 😊
the sudden influx of jicheol asks is making me think that my birthday came early and i’m living for this. hope you don’t mind that i slipped in a little iron man au here, because it’s been a while since i talked about those kooky bois and emotional hurt/comfort fits them so well
also hi! i know it’s been like a year since i wrote anything, but i’ve been going through some stuff. i’m better now, though! and i’ll be working on some stuff so hopefully i can add more to this blog!
#10. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”#39. “I never say it. But… I do appreciate it.”
Jihoon is dying.
He’s dying and he’s… he’s okay with that.
Well, not really okay. There’s no feasible way for a man to be completely content with death. But he’s… he’s adjusted. He’s known for two months now, so he’s been getting his affairs in order.
He’s trying to, at least.
He has a multi-billion dollar company to give to an heir, weapons that he can’t afford to leave lying around lest the government makes use of it and all his babies. His binary babies, like WooJI and Dokyeom. He can’t just give them away to anyone.
“Sir?” WooJI demurs. “Your heart rate is spiking again.”
Jihoon lets his head loll off the arm of his sofa. His workshop is a mess, half-complete inventions littering the vast work top. He can’t bring himself to finish anything, thoughts scattered between his impending demise and the lethargy the palladium poisoning brings.
“I’m fine,” Jihoon sighs. He shields his eyes with his forearm in a weak attempt to alleviate his killer headache. Between stressing over Wonwoo’s new armour and his babies, he’s at his wit’s end. For once, his brain is failing him.
High-pitched beeping has Jihoon shifting, squinting up at the camera he’d placed on Dokyeom’s head almost a decade ago. In its claw, there’s a dark green smoothie. It doesn’t even look like there’s oil in it this time.
“Did you make that yourself, buddy?” Jihoon murmurs. Dokyeom beeps an affirmative, attempting to press the smoothie into Jihoon’s hand again.
One of these days, Jihoon will have to tell Seokmin he named his dumbest and oldest bot after his high school nickname. One day. (Maybe he’ll do it in the goodbye videos he’s planning to make. His oldest friends deserve that much, he thinks.)
Dokyeom beeps insistently again. Jihoon takes the glass and, under the bot’s watchful camera, takes a sip. It’s disgusting, but in the way all health drinks are disgusting.
Jihoon forces a smile. “It’s good, dude. You did really well.”
Dokyeom does a happy little spin, even managing to show off the new treads WooJI had ordered for him. They fit him well. Jihoon makes sure to tell Dokyeon that he looks very handsome. (He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance.)
“Sir?”
WooJI’s voice is lower, like he’s worried about Jihoon. He snorts. Only he would be able to program worry into an AI.
“I’m fine,” Jihoon reflexively says, as his chest twinges.
He stumbles over to the floor length mirror he had installed recently. He let Seungcheol believe it was for purely narcissistic reasons, but it’s actually so he can monitor the darkening veins creeping out from the arc reactor in his chest.
It looks worse. Darker, and more sinister. Like death himself has injected poison into Jihoon’s veins to claim him.
WooJI lets out a warning chime. “Seungcheol-ssi is heading into the basement.”
Jihoon lets out a heavy sigh that sticks in his throat, dropping the hem of his shirt.
God. Seungcheol.
What’s he going to do with him? His highly competent assistant, who’s been with him through work binges, playing around, Afghanistan and betrayals. The only man who makes his blood pressure rise that has nothing to do with anger or exasperation. Jihoon has been so careful to keep his messy life away from Seungcheol, but it’s all rushing together and he can’t keep up. For once in his life, he’s lagging behind, exactly when he doesn’t want it to.
The door slides open, Seungcheol’s feet exaggeratedly loud as he stomps to Jihoon’s work desk and slams a newspaper down onto the surface.
“What’s this?” Jihoon asks, trying to force some levity as he picks the newspaper up between two fingers. “This is a relic. People still read newspapers?”
Seungcheol jabs at the front page headline. “Only as long as people keep writing news!”
Iron Man Back To His Old Ways?
There’s a truly unflattering picture of Jihoon, fully clothed, floating on his back in a pool. Jihoon doesn’t quite remember when that was (these days, he tries his hardest to get drunk and stay drunk, in between trying medications), but Wonwoo can be seen on the edge of the pool, yelling at him. He thinks it might have been at the last weapons conference he’d attended. Jihoon tilts the newspaper; wow, the photographer really managed to highlight that one vein that pops out when Wonwoo is pissed.
“Keep a scan of this,” Jihoon says distractedly. “I want to email it to Wonwoo.”
“Right away, sir.”
“No,” Seungcheol says vehemently, snatching the paper out of Jihoon’s hands. “This is serious! You told me when you got the suit that you were going to change.”
“I did. I am changed.” Jihoon bites his tongue. He can’t tell Seungcheol about the palladium poisoning. It would do nothing but make him sad.
Seungcheol’s gaze makes him feel three inches tall. The vitriol in his voice is barely disguised as he enunciates, “Clearly.”
“Seungcheol-ssi.”
The scowl on Seungcheol’s face has no business being as gorgeous as it is now. Jihoon finds himself memorising the angle of Seungcheol’s lips, the exact curve of his frown and the colour of his lips.
Seungcheol takes a deep breath. “Yes, Jihoon-ssi?”
He clasps his hands politely, back straight. The perfect picture of professionalism. Jihoon could never match that, so he settles for running his fingers through his hair so it’s not that big of a mess.
Jihoon pulls out a folder from one of his drawers, the one that has been burning a hole in his mind since the first time he asked WooJI to get them printed. He had to do it old school – with papers, instead of electronically. Old-fashioned, but undeniably legitimate.
“If you could do me a favour and sign these,” Jihoon says casually.
He’d been hoping Seungcheol would just sign the papers, too annoyed with Jihoon about the PR disaster that he knowingly caused.
He should know better than to underestimate Seungcheol’s intelligence. He’s more than just a pretty face, after all.
Seungcheol makes a strange expression. “This is an employment contract,” he says slowly.
“Yeah. You know, bureaucratic bullshit.”
“This is an employment contract for being CEO of Lee Group.” Seungcheol pauses deliberately. “That’s your company.”
“It was my father’s company,” Jihoon snaps, before he can stop himself.
Seungcheol blinks, rearing back like a wounded animal. He slowly places the folder back on the table. “I can’t accept that. I’m not qualified.”
“You’ve handled my accounts from the moment I hired you as my personal assistant, and you’re basically running the company already.”
Seungcheol’s eyebrows draw an angry V on his forehead. “So you’re, what, shunting all the boring stuff to me so you can – can fuck around and go back to your old ways?”
“No.” Jihoon takes a deep breath. “It’s because you’re competent and I’m not. I can’t run a company. I’m an engineer, not a business man. Do you understand?”
Seungcheol continues looking at him blankly.
“What is is this time?” Jihoon sighs.
“Nothing,” Seungcheol says. He’s still frowning. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”
“Like what?”
“Like… like you need me.”
Jihoon chokes on Dokyeom’s healthy shake. He coughs and coughs, even when his airway is clear and he can breathe just fine. He coughs because it’s so true, that he needs Seungcheol the way he needs to tinker in his workshop or the way he needs to breathe and it’s okay, he swears the tears are from nearly choking to death, nothing else –
“You’re a mess,” Seungcheol says helplessly, after Jihoon calms down and he can find the composure to dry the tears from his eyes. The warmth of his hands leave momentarily, but a cup of cold water is pressed to his hands.
Seungcheol’s touch is nice, especially where he’s running the back of Jihoon’s neck while he drinks his water.
“What would you do without me?” Seungcheol says, a hint of fondness in his voice.
Jihoon clings to it, remembers the exact timbre, the exact note. He wants to play it again and again, until it’s ingrained in the grooves of his brain even when he’s long gone.
“I would be infinitely worse off,” Jihoon says with a forced grin.
Seungcheol reaches for the folder, tapping it against the table top. “I’m shredding this.”
“No!” Jihoon clasps his hand over Seungcheol’s, squeezing lightly. “Just – sleep on it. Maybe it won’t look so bad in the morning. The benefits are killer.”
Seungcheol looks down at their joined hands. Then, he sighs. “Fine. I’ll sleep on it.” He bites his lip. “You get some sleep too. You’re looking more and more like a panda lately.”
Jihoon can’t sleep. He’ll sleep when he’s dead. He doesn’t have that many waking hours left. But the worried look in Seungcheol’s eyes has him saying, “Yeah, I’ll sleep.”
“Good.”
Seungcheol takes the folder and the newspaper, stopping to pet Dokyeom on the camera. The bot beeps happily, circling around Seungcheol quickly. Maybe Seungcheol and Wonwoo can have joint custody. Jihoon makes a mental note to update his will.
“Hey,” Jihoon calls out, right before Seungcheol crosses the threshold outside of his workshop.
Seungcheol pauses, looking over his shoulder with a questioning look.
“I never say it,” Jihoon says, “but… I do appreciate it.”
Seungcheol’s smile is as confused as it is beautiful. Jihoon wishes he was an artist, so he could paint Seungcheol the way he looks now.
“Appreciate what?”
“Everything.” Jihoon clears his throat, turning to his holo screens. “That you do for me, I mean.”
He can’t bring himself to look at Seungcheol. It feels too raw – like something he never should have said. But it’s out there now, so he can’t take it back. Because it’s true.
It’s true that Jihoon appreciates him and he wants to tell him, but there are so many words that he can’t put them together. So he’ll give him his company and set him up for life, because Seungcheol is competent and beautiful and he’ll be just fine without Jihoon.
“Thank you,” Seungcheol says softly. “And… I appreciate too.” Before Jihoon can fool himself, Seungcheol continues, “You’re a great boss, Jihoon-ssi.”
Jihoon smiles – a fake, plastic smile he reserves for cameras. “And you’ll be a wonderful CEO, Seungcheol-ssi.”
Jihoon sits in silence for a while, staring at Wonwoo’s suit schematics blankly. He feels regret. He feels empty. There’s so much that needs to be done before his time is up.
“WooJI?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Start recording me. End of The World Protocol.”
“As you wish, sir. Who would you like to start with?”
Jihoon thinks – really thinks. He reaches out for the trophy Seungcheol had stubbornly left for him, the day after he’d called the arc reactor that got him out of Afghanistan obsolete.
“Choi Seungcheol.”
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Shattered Lives Ch 23 Pt 2
He let her sleep in, knowing that tomorrow she’d have to be up at five and rushing around. With the kids ready and lunches made he watched her sleep, etching that picture in his mind. He sat on the edge of the bed and toyed with her hair, content as it fell through his fingers. She didn’t stir which told him she’d slept heavy and well, which was what he was after. He kissed the nape of her neck and she breathed in sharply, head wobbling up off the pillow as she got her bearings.
“Cases to slay my lovely lawyer.” He murmured, kissing her temple as her head flopped back on the pillow.
“I was hoping time had stopped so you’d still be snuggled with me.” She chuckled.
“The sooner I go the sooner I’ll be back.”
She rolled and looked at him. Crisp white shirt and jeans. Was the guy TRYING to kill her. She hooked a finger into the V and pulled him to her for a kiss, sinful and slow.
“You can’t kiss me like that before you have to go to work.” He growled.
“Well you shouldn’t have worn that shirt.” She shot back and grinned against his mouth. “You know what that does to me.”
“Maybe it’s all part of my plan.” His eyebrows wiggled and she laughed, he was such a goofball. “There’s always the parking garage.” He grinned and she playfully slapped him.
“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” She said sitting up and kissing him before climbing out of bed.
“Not a chance, besides...” He caught her around the waist with a chuckle and pulled her to him, naked and already aroused. “I like playing this game with you.” His growl sent a shot of heat to her core.
“You might get lucky at lunch. You still coming?” She asked softly.
“I’ll be there, but you’ll be the one coming love.” He kissed her, devoured that mouth until she whimpered. “Get in the shower.” He said softly. “You can’t be late.”
“Tease.” She quipped playfully.
“Pancakes?”
“Sure.” He walked her to the bathroom door before prying her hands from around his neck kissing them both.
“This weekend can’t come soon enough.” He murmured and kissed her sweetly.
“As long as you bring this shirt with you.” She grinned.
“Oh it’s already a done deal.” He chuckled and let her get in the shower.
She made his head spin and his world light up, so did the four kids at the table. Lily squealed for him with a dad dad and he cleaned her up before pulling her out of the high chair.
“Do you have to go?” Finn asked quietly.
“Only for a little bit. I’ll be back Wednesday morning.” He hugged the kid close sensing that the separation for him would be worse this time around. “It’s just work buddy and if I could, I’d take you all with me but you have school, I have work, and I need someone here to make sure Ama is ok.”
“We’ll make sure she eats.” Brendan said quietly as he watched her bedroom door, the kid knew what Gustaf was asking.
“It’s getting her to stop work and sleep that concerns me.” He chuckled. “But yes, please make sure she eats. And I have a special job for you Finn, if you’re up for it?” The kid nodded. “I need you to give Ama a big hug from me before you go to bed, when you get up, and when you get home from school ok?”
“I can do that.” His grin spread wide.”
“I knew I could count on you.” He said as he ruffled the kids hair.
She would be the death of him walking in dressed as she was. Dark brown suit, gold shirt that shimmered with burgundy, and that damn black lace he could just glimpse under it, the sky high heels that put them eye to eye, and her hair neatly coiled up in that fucking clip. His goddess, sexy as fuck.
He stood at the counter and watched as she hugged the kids and made her way over to him. With a cheeky smirk across her dark burgundy tinted lips she stopped in front of him and let her fingers sneak into the V of his open shirt. Her kiss was smoldering, that slow deep kiss that set his brain on fire.
“Good morning love.” Her purr only added to his predicament, to fuck her now quickly or make her wait. She kissed him sinfully, pouring herself into him. “Cat got your tongue?” She asked when she let him breathe again, those ocean blue eyes finding hers as she gazed at him from under her lashes.
His hand seductively trailed her hip and fanned out over her lower back before he pulled her in close. He ghosted her lips and jaw before kissing her cheek and lingering. Damn she smelled delicious.
“No, but a sex kitten might have more than my tongue.” He growled, nipping the shell of her ear gently. “You might find yourself in a predicament at lunch time.” He kissed her tenderly. “Is your office private, does it have a lock?”
“Yes.” She chuckled. “But we can’t, not there I’ll get fired if we’re caught.” She said seriously and although it would be thrilling to have him fuck her there she couldn’t risk it, shouldn’t risk it.
“There’s always the parking garage.” He quipped and her laugh had him grinning. “Either way love, I’m having you before I leave today, and we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it. Eat, fuel up. You’re gonna need it.” He kissed her and reluctantly let her go.
“Can you get out for lunch earlier?” He asked as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of her a little while later.
“I’ll certainly try.”
With the kids fed and clothed, lunches packed, Sildie stood on her threshold and looked at him. Her gorgeous man in a white button down and slim fitting jeans, life couldn’t be more perfect than right now she thought. That smile on his lips, only for her.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” He murmured.
“You in court this morning?” He asked.
“No it’s an office day today.” She kissed him and lingered, fuck he smelled so good she wanted to bury her face in his neck and nibble.
“Good to know.” He grinned. Cupping a hand behind her neck he held her a breath away and let his eyes drift over her before he kissed her so her toes curled and her mind blanked.
“I’ll see you later.” She sighed as she stepped away and into the elevator.
He heard the devilish chuckle as she bit her lip, doors almost closed. Damn if she didn’t make him hard and wanting.
One day love.
Came his text as she got in the car and she couldn’t help the small whimper at what he’d done to her that day. He was right, every time she did it she thought about how he’d immobilized her and fucked her senseless.
He tidied up her apartment from breakfast and went home to pack, not that he’d need much. He sat with a fresh pot of tea and took care of some last minute emails and by eleven he was heading out the door for a cab. He texted her on the way and grinned, damn he wanted her, like a randy fucking teenager.
He took the short walk to her office and was surprised when the receptionist walked him straight back, she’d told them he was coming. He thanked the receptionist and was sure his smile made the girl sigh. Her office wasn’t what he’d imagined as he glanced around. Dark wood, old time male Executive. He wondered now if the light and bright office they’d made for her would be a good fit. He could always change it if she hated it.
She was standing with her boss as he entered and after the usual pleasantries were observed they were finally alone. He placed their lunch on the coffee table and let her say goodbye to her boss. She closed the door quietly and he pressed her against it gently. His kiss was tender but seductive, that erotic taste flooding her system.
“I want you.” He murmured, flicking the lock on her door quietly.
“Gustaf I’ll lose my job if we get caught.” She said honestly but her pussy clenched at the thought of him taking her here.
“Then we’ll make sure we don’t get caught.” He growled and kissed that treacherous spot below her ear. Her low moan made his cock twitch in response. “Lets eat.” He said softly. Her grin against his lips before he kissed her made him laugh. “Done by one right?”
“Yeah, I have a one o’clock with Lucas.” She smirked and felt his gaze as his hands tightened.
“Well, you’d better eat so I can see you’re properly satisfied before then.” He grinned.
They talked over their meal, plans for Christmas Eve, for Christmas Day, and skirted her birthday. He wouldn’t push that today, he wanted to be home if she was going to be mad at him or fall apart or maybe both. It was his idea, the kids just jumped on board, he’d take the heat if it came to that.
“This office doesn’t really suit you.” He said quietly. “Too dark.”
Her peal of laughter made him smile. It had been a while since he’d heard that laugh.
“To tell you the truth, I fucking hate it. It’s too dark, too much wood, too much male executive ego, if I’m being honest.” She said as she cleaned up their containers and dumped it in the trash.
“The one good thing though.” He said stepping to her and pulling her sharply into him so her spine rested against his chest. “Is it has a lock on the door.” He growled.
“We can’t. It will be my ass in a sling.”
“Do you trust me?” He murmured, and kissed her neck where her blouse had opened.
“Yes.” She sighed as he chipped away at her control.
“We won’t get caught.” He turned her in his arms and kissed her, that slow burn that made her moan softly. “You’ll have to be quiet love.” He purred as he took her by the hand and led her to her desk.
He sat in her chair and spread his legs wide so she could stand between them. Those talented hands drifted up her thighs and disappeared under the hem of her skirt slowly, bunching it up around her waist. He kissed her as a finger stroked over her g string and he groaned into her mouth.
“You’re soaked for me already love.” His arousal surged at the thought of sinking his cock into that wet heat.
He devoured her mouth as his fingers ripped her g string down and held it as she stepped out of it. Those fingers tormented her thighs on the way back up before they destroyed her pussy. He had her teetering on the edge in minutes. He spun her quickly and continued to keep her hovering on that edge as he unzipped his jeans.
Damn him and those fingers she thought as she tried desperately to hold off until he was inside her. The sound of his zipper made a soft whimper escape and she swallowed it. They’d be so fucking dead if they were caught, she’d be fired, on the spot fired. It was reckless but she found she couldn’t resist him.
“Hands on the desk.” He growled and nipped her ear.
No sooner had her palms hit the timber he stroked his head over her labia and thrust in hard. She gasped his name as he started to move, urgent powerful strokes that filled her deep. She rocked back to meet his thrusts and that was the end of them both.
He pistoned his hips, hard, fast, brutally urgent. His fingers tormented her sensitive bud and he felt her tremble.
“Go over, don’t hold back.” He growled and pounded into her, fingers furiously circling her clit.
She came hard, almost cracking her teeth she clenched them so tightly so she didn’t scream his name how she wanted to. As her pussy clamped around his cock tightly he thrust faster until his release crashed through him. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck before pulling out and zipping up.
With a shit eating grin he sat in her chair, cleaned her up with the scrap of lace before pocketing it, and tugged the hem of her skirt down while she stood there trembling and panting. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her tenderly.
“You’re evil.” She said pointing a finger at him, that sly smirk twitching her lips.
“Didn’t get caught though.” He grinned.
“It can’t become a regular thing.” She said sternly. “I just find it really hard to resist you when you touch me like that.”
“Thank you.” He said softly and trailed a finger down her jaw. “For indulging me.” He kissed her, that love he held onto so tightly pouring out of him.
“Don’t make it a habit ok?”
“I won’t.”
They sat there for the remaining ten minutes in each other’s arms, stolen kisses that spoke volumes.
She knew all eyes were on them as they walked out. She’d have to get used to it when they went out in public together. She didn’t like it but that was part of his deal, the celebrity he was.
“Looks like you turned my admin into a puddle of goo, what did you say to her?” She chuckled when they were waiting for the elevator.
“Hello.” He said simply. “She was a little stunned when I told her I was here for you.”
“I don’t think she believed me when I said you would be joining me for lunch.” She said and as soon as the elevator doors opened his mouth found hers destroying every thought in her brain. He left her dizzy.
“I’ll call you when I land.” There was no way in hell he was going to fuck this up again.
“See that you do love.” She kissed him tenderly. “You’re my everything Gustaf, remember that when it gets rough ok?”
“I’ll text you or call you if it gets bad. I promise.” That was a promise he had every intention on keeping from here on out. “Bye love.” He kissed her again and couldn’t help notice the lawyer sitting in the waiting room watching them as he drew back. It was her opposing counsel. He grinned and kissed her like it was with his last dying breath. Mine it said, hands and eyes off.
“Bye. Be safe please.” She said, her voice quavering.
“Always.” As the doors closed she let the steadying breath out. His last kiss left her lightheaded and swimming in arousal.
She straightened herself and walked back to the office as if nothing had just transpired. She saw the look her admin gave her and chuckled. Gustaf has ruined her, poor kid.
“Hi Lucas, come on back.” She said cheerfully, there was no stopping the smile.
Lucas waited until they were in the conference room alone before asking.
“So you’re dating a Skarsgård?” He asked quietly.
“I am, however that’s not up for discussion, even an off the record discussion.” She said firmly.
“You know his history?” Lucas asked, he was concerned and he was also painfully in love with her. What did the junkie have that he didn’t he wondered.
“Lucas, I appreciate your concern, but yes, I do know his history, and I’ll say it again, it’s not up for discussion.” She glared at him. He knew that glare. “My private life and who I choose to date is none of anyone’s business, including yours. Drop. It.”
He put his hands up in an I surrender. “I just want to see you happy Sil. The kids...”
“Are fine.” She snapped cutting him off and glared at him over her glasses. “And I am happy.” She said with a smile and a finality he knew all to well. “Deliriously. Now, let’s talk depositions.” She opened the file he’d placed on the table and pushed her anger down. “Also, don’t call me Sil, you know I fucking hate it.” She glared at him and he knew he’d crossed a line.
She walked Lucas out and closed the door to her office for a brief moment breathing out a shaky sigh. Where the fuck did he get off she thought, the anger bubbling up? She got the whole looking out for her thing but where the fuck did he get off? She was a grown ass woman, raising her brothers four kids, in love with a man that had given her more in the past few months than anyone had ever done throughout her entire life, with the exception of her brother. It irritated her when people stuck their nose into her business, her private life.
She was responsible for the safety of those kids not Lucas. And in what fucking universe did he think it was ok to call her Sil, only her brother got to call her that? Her inner fury was interrupted by Gustaf’s tone and she smiled, he’d landed.
“Hi lovely lady.” He murmured, she could hear the smile in his voice.
“Hi.” She breathed out relieved, and tried to contain the anger in her voice.
“You ok?” He asked. Fuck she thought the man picked up on that anger and frustration from one word, damn it he knew her too well.
“Yeah, just shit, I’ll be ok, can we talk about it when you get home?” She asked quickly.
“Of course. Unless you want me to phone in later tonight and we can chat? Get it off your chest so it’s not eating at you?” Please, he thought, please let me in love, he pleaded silently.
“Yeah ok. I’m sorry.” She didn’t want to tell him about Lucas because, well, all males got possessive and pissy when another male either showed interest or upset their woman. She knew Gustaf would be no different and with the Ana stuff still hanging over them she didn’t want to spark something while not face to face.
“It’s fine love, together remember?” He had no idea what had upset her but he wouldn’t have it destroying her over the next few days while he was away.
“Ok.” She breathed out, feeling somewhat better that he would be there to listen.
“Whatever it is love we’ll tackle it together. Breathe.” He said softly, and smiled when she let the stressed out breath she was holding whoosh out. “I have a dinner meeting tonight. I’ll call after, around ten or so?”
“I’ll be up.” She scoffed. “Reading as usual.”
“I had no doubt.” He chuckled. “I miss you Sildie.” He said softly.
“I miss you too, so ridiculously.” She chuckled. “I have to go my four o’clock is here.” She said as her next client walked in the door.
“I’ll call you tonight love.”
“Ok, Bye.” She hung up, squared her shoulders, and got back to business. She couldn’t let this minor hiccup derail her or the progress her and Gustaf had made in the past week.
Gustaf tapped his phone in his hand thinking while they drove to the hotel. His thoughts ran to the worst case scenario that someone had heard them fooling around in her office and she had been fired, but she was still at work so maybe that wasn’t it. It wasn’t grief either, he knew that sound in her voice and this was more annoyance and irritation than grief. He’d give her the time this afternoon to chew on it before prying it from her, it was how her brain worked. She needed time to process it before she dealt with it.
The remainder of her day went by quickly and without fuss, just how she liked it. The kids were a little down as they came home knowing Gustaf wouldn’t be there tonight. However their faces lit up when he squeezed a quick five minute call in before his dinner meeting to talk to them.
She stayed in the kitchen while they had their time with Gustaf. Her heart lightened hearing the laughs and jokes fly between them, Lily perched on Brendan’s lap squealing a dad dad at him. His laugh was relaxed, unrestrained. Sildie grinned, he was moving past it all, finding that peace he craved, he deserved.
Dinner was happier, the call with Gustaf being just what they needed. Reassureance, that connection with him, that they were important, that he cared. Finn came out to her well after she’d tucked them in and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
“You ok kiddo?” She said ripping her glasses off. She was a little concerned as he’d gone to bed without fuss.
“Yep, I just promised Gustaf I’d give you big hugs from him before bed because you’d miss him hugging you.” He said and hugged her again. “I forgot to do that before bed.”
Her heart got stuck in her throat. “You give the best hugs.” She said softly and hugged him tightly.
“Do you miss him?”
“Gustaf?” She asked and the kid nodded. “Very much. But he has work to do, just like me, and just like you have school. It’ll get easier.” She hoped, fuck she hoped it did because today seemed harder than the ones before it.
“Night Ama, love you.”
“Love you too. Back to bed now, straight to sleep.” She watched him go and smiled, Gustaf had tried to ease them into this separation and her heart swelled.
She was deeply in lawyer land when he called.
“There’s my beautiful lawyer.” He said as his face popped up on the screen. Damn she missed him, that smile, those crows feet she desperately wanted to rub her thumb over. “Sorry it’s so late love, I got tied up.” He said as she looked at the clock, it was just after eleven.
“It’s ok I’m still reading.” She smiled and put her work to the side. She picked up the laptop and moved it to the kitchen counter so she could make tea. “Everything go ok for you?”
“It was fine, those meetings are always laid back.”
“Thank you for calling earlier, the kids were miserable on the way home knowing you weren’t going to be here tonight.” She said gently. “I miss you.” Her voice was quiet.
“I miss you too love.” He could see it, the sadness that they were miles apart. “I figured they would be feeling a little down. They doing better now?”
“Yes, they’re good. We had another long talk about you being away for work. It’ll be fine, with time it’ll get easier.” She sighed. “I hope.”
“I’m sorry love.” He knew it was tougher on the kids, which by default made it harder on Sildie.
“Don’t be. You’re doing what you love. Never apologize for that.” She looked at him and he nodded. She wouldn’t be that person, she wouldn’t be Ana.
“So what got under your skin and irritated you love?” He asked carefully.
“Fuck where do I start!” She huffed as the kettle boiled.
“Start with what happened after I left that put that anger in those beautiful eyes.” He said gently. He would listen, he wouldn’t get upset, he had to be her rock just as she was his when he was feeling the same way.
“I was irritated when someone poked their nose into my private life. It’s none of their fucking business who I date and even if it was they don’t get to tell me to be careful because of your past history. And they certainly don’t get to try to throw the kids in the conversation.” She felt the fury bubble up. Ok maybe she was angrier about it than she first thought.
“I’m assuming the mention of my history was prior to my sobriety?” He asked carefully. It wasn’t a secret he’d been a party animal along with the drugs and alcohol and women.
“I didn’t ask for them to elaborate. It’s none of their fucking business, or mine for that matter.” She grumbled.
“I’m an open book with you Sildie, if you want to know something you only have to ask.” He looked at her and saw her shoulders relax.
“I know.” She breathed out. “I know you’ll answer anything I ask about that side of your life but to be honest I don’t need to know. That was then, this is now, and you’re sober. That’s all that matters.”
“Look at me love.” He said gently as his heart swelled to bursting at her trust in him. He continued when she did. “Most people, look for the bad in everything, in everyone. It’s worse for those of us in the limelight. I don’t give a shit what they say about me Sildie, because I know the truth and I know what I am now. I’ve moved on from that part of my life. I’m sober and that allows me to be with you. I know what happens if I slip up and I have absolutely no intention of allowing that to happen.” His tone was low and soft, not a hint of anger and it soothed her. “Ever.”
“But what right does he have to fucking stick his nose into our business, your past?”
“Absolutely none, and I’m assuming you told him as much.” He was struggling to stay calm when he wanted to know who the guy was and rip him apart for making her feel this way. He had his suspicions who it was but couldn’t be sure.
“I did.” She breathed out and scrubbed a hand over her face. “Rather abruptly.” She poured her tea and took the laptop back to the table to sit. “Even though he was one of Quinn’s best friends it doesn’t give him the right to ask those questions and pry.” She spat half heartedly.
“No it doesn’t.” He let the anger dissipate, he had to tread carefully here. The fact it tied back to her brother was a recipe for potential disaster. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” She shrugged and sipped her tea.
“Are you talking about opposing counsel?” He asked, keeping the irritation out of his voice. Willed his body to stay relaxed and neutral even though it was as taught as a bow string. Jealousy was an ugly emotion and he knew deep down he had no need to be feeling it.
“Opposing counsel?” She looked puzzled until the penny dropped. The only opposing counsel he would know was Lucas from the Meyertech case. “Yes, Lucas. Sorry, it took me a bit to put two and two together, you haven’t officially met him yet.” She said quietly.
“Not yet.” He growled, and it wasn’t that seductive growl that made her wet either. This was primal and exactly why she was hesitant in mentioning him. “You know he’s sweet on you.” He said half joking, half wanting to beat the guy bloody.
“I know.” She said watching him carefully.
His eyebrow shot up. “You know?” He huffed out trying desperately to keep that jealousy he felt well and truly out of it and under control.
“Yes. Lucas and I went to university together with Quinn.” She told him. “Are you jealous?” She asked seriously the lawyer surfacing. She wasn’t about to let this get out of hand and she knew, just knew, this went back to Ana.
“I don’t know. Do I need to be?” He said honestly. “The look he gave you as he walked away said enough of what he’d like to have happen between you two.”
“I know exactly what he wants to happen between us Gustaf. I’m not completely oblivious.” She said sternly, she wouldn’t let this get out of hand while they were miles apart. “He’s always has a thing for me. He asked while we were at university, before I left for the US, every time I came back for a visit, and he asked when I first came home to Sweden for the kids, it will be the same answer now as it was then, no.” She watched him carefully. “An unequivocal no.” She didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone but it looked as though they were having it regardless. “I don’t want him Gustaf, I’ve never wanted him.” She looked at the man she adored, the vulnerability in those dusty blue eyes making her heart sink.
“I’m just being stupid aren’t I?” He huffed, a little disgusted at himself for ever doubting her, for ever feeling that jealousy.
“Not stupid, honest, and I appreciate it. Just, please don’t punch him or anything. He’s a good guy, great lawyer, and was one of my brothers best friends.” She said and he nodded.
“I won’t. Unless he steps over a line.” He looked at her, the promise heavy in his words.
“Then he’ll get a fist in the mouth from me first and he fucking knows it.” The slight smirk on his face making her feel slightly better.
“It’s just, the way he looked at you sent me from I’m fine to jealous madman in a blink.” He felt ashamed that he’d even thought those ugly thoughts. “It’s a guy thing.” He huffed.
“I just want you love. I know this is what Ana did to you, isn’t it?” She asked gently already knowing his answer. “The games she’d play?”
“Yes.” He choked it back, that bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth.
“If I wanted to be with Lucas I would be, but I don’t. I just want you love, that hasn’t changed.” She watched him carefully.
“I know.” He said softly.
“We good?”
“The best. Let it be done now ok?” Done until he came face to face with Lucas. “Thank you.” He said gently.
“What for?” She huffed.
“For protecting me, my private life.” He said gently and her eyes snapped to his. “Not many have, outside of my immediate family.”
“I... of course.” His slight smile made her belly uncoil. The stress of the conversation lessening.
“Please don’t let it bother you love.” He said gently. “Unfortunately there’ll be more of it once word gets out that we’re dating.”
“I figured, I just got so mad when he made assumptions that he had no right to make and no information to back any of it up.” She breathed out letting the last of it out. “Anyway, thanks for hearing me out.”
“Anytime love.”
“And thanks for not getting all male over it.”
His laugh made her smile. “Getting all male?”
“Yes.” She giggled. “Like the beating of chests and dick measuring.” She grinned.
“The only dick measuring we’ll be doing love is me thrusting inside you and fitting snugly.” He growled.
“You know my office still smells like sex.” She quipped with a grin.
“Good.” He winked. “You’re beautiful Sildie.”
“Only to you.”
“You should get to bed, you have to be up early love.” He said gently, he was hoping she would rest now.
“Yeah I’m beat. I miss you. It sounds corny and it’s only for tonight and tomorrow night but...” She shrugged. “I’m not going to sleep well either without you here.”
“I miss you too love and I know I won’t sleep well either. Well, maybe better because I have this.” He held up her g string from today.
“So that’s where it went, I should’ve known.” She smirked. “I looked for that damn thing for nearly an hour freaking out that someone would find it.”
“It smells just like you love.” His tone low and silky. “I can’t wait for this weekend.” He growled.
“Me either. I have plans.” She winked.
“Oh do you now?”
“Mmm hmm, plans and moves.” She purred.
“Well then, the weekend better hurry it’s ass up.”
“You better go sleep then.” He quipped.
“Yeah, you too love. I’ll try and call in the morning for the kids.”
“Ok.” She yawned. “If you can’t it’s ok.”
“I’ll try. Go sleep love.”
“You too.”
Hanging up was always the hardest. He closed the laptop and breathed out. Their conversation went better than he’d hoped. He wouldn’t punch Lucas but if he crossed her again they would be having words. He wouldn’t see someone use his past, his history, to fuck with her or the kids, even if the intention was looking out for their best interests.
He showered and climbed into bed, her g string wrapped around his hand. Damn he missed her, that warm lush body against him, the smell of her hair. He fell into sleep a little while later with thoughts of their weekend and how he would say those words she deserved to hear.
Sildie crawled into bed at one. She hadn’t gone straight to bed because she knew it would be cold and he wasn’t there to snuggle into. She’d hidden his white dress shirt he’d worn last week, the one that she’d fucked him in. It still smelled like him and she breathed deeply as she settled. Sleep and exhaustion took her in moments.
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Daichi X Reader
Wordcount : 1871 words
Warning(s) : There’s spoilers (a bit) but it’s safe. I actually wanted to make it as an angst but gave up halfway. I decided to just post this to show how shitty and suck my writing became as I finally realized my assignments are still piling and i’m still procrastinating. Send help please! cause i’m still craving for Haikyuu and desperate for the second half this July!
Clenched fists and sore throats. The game against Shiratorizawa really got you at the edge of your seat, with a tense atmosphere and heavy pants from both sides of the court. You might faint if you stayed seated for any longer as the tension keeps on escalating, with the members trying to score a double point to end the game. Standing up, you went to stand beside Tanaka’s sister while firmly gripping the hem of your shirt. The pressure was evident, easily spotted with only a plain glance towards the prolonged-rally at the court. Everyone was cheering with them all, shouting and hoping for their win when Hinata made his back-attack jump, making the court goes silent.
Received by the opposite’s libero, but it bounced off. Out of the bounds.
There goes it.
Their double point.
The whistle is blown.
21-19, Karasuno against Shiratorizawa.
It’s sealed, finally. They’re going to the Nationals. Weak by the knees, you fall down as you watched your boyfriend hugged his buddies while the juniors just roared with all their might.
“Y/n-chan!!! You okay??? They’ve won the match, now stand up and show yourself! They’re greeting the audience…” Saeko-neesan called to you, pulling you by the arms to help you stand up. Still shocked, you tried to stand up with her help as you feel warm tears on your cheeks.
Nevertheless, you stood up proudly as you overlook each of the members standing at the court facing you. Finally, as your eyes set on Daichi, your eyes just sting all the more as he kept his eyes on you.
“Arigatou Gozaimasu!” They all shout as they bow. While everyone was clearly applauding and congratulated them from the stands, you just sobbed and wiped your eyes harshly after managed to wave at the exhausted captain. Soon after, the ceremony continued as you calmed yourself down. As soon as it was over, you joined Saeko-neesan with the others to meet the team.
“SAWAMURA, YOU PRICK!” From a distance you hollered his name while sprinting towards him, attacking him with a punch to his stomach and bone-breaking hug afterward. For a girl shorter than him to punch him, you sure are packed with strength as he grunted from the punch and reciprocated your affection.
“You do realize that we’ve just done playing 5 sets of the game, right?” He asked, putting his chin on top of your head as you hugged. The realization hits you.
“…Congratulations. And I love you, too~” You said, muffling your voice on his body before you released him and skipped towards the coach, followed by Shimizu. Forcefully, you poked his sides, making him yelp in front of Takeda-sensei. Annoyed, he turned to look at you as he put on his angered face.
“What was that for?!” He glowered, and much more annoyed when he saw you raising your eyebrows in a playful manner. Shimizu was about to ask when Koushi went to your side, interrupting the silent conversation.
“Coach, can (Y/n) join us on the bus later? It’ll be fun to have her around…especially for the captain who lost his tooth yesterday…” Koushi asked, poking fun at the captain when he’s not listening.
“Since she’s practically our third manager, and helps with the training…” Shimizu pointed out, also trying to help you to join them later.
It’s true though. You’re in the same class as Shimizu, and you've been helping her manage the team from behind since there’s a lot of things to do if Shimizu did it all alone. With the cute new manager, the workload has somehow decreased so you’ve been helping them a lot less than before. But with the new members and their abilities that are to be reckoned, the team had made an explosive comeback and of course, the workload increased again. Not that you wanted to complain. From those workloads, you got yourself a boyfriend. It’s a win-win situation. You get to help your friend manage the team, you get yourself a guy.
When your brother knew about it, all hell breaks loose. He’s a doting brother, alright. And he’s also the coach of the team. Damn your luck. Keishin glared at your boyfriend whenever you came to the court to visit Shimizu and Hitoka, which is all the time. And your luck was just getting started.
You were playing with the kids that same to your gramps’ house to learn volleyball when your brother dragged Hinata there. You were supposed to be playing just for fun when the old man decided to ask you to teach him. There goes your playtime because now it’s time to start throwing balls and lecturing Hinata about tempo.
The next day, your brother shocked you when he asked you to come to the gym when it’s practice time. He hates that you came there all the time, to meet your boyfriend that he didn’t know existed. Suddenly, now he wanted you to come? This is, what we call bad omen.
“Since your brats are familiar with her, starting today, she’ll be the assistant coach. So I expect full cooperation and professionalism.” Keishin highlighted the last words while looking at Sawamura. You were about to object when your brother cut you.
“At least this helps your skills to not be forgotten… Since you know how to play but decided to not play. And also, Gramps actually agreed with me, for the first time ever!”
And that’s how you started to help the team with receives and serves. All that mess, and now you’re sitting beside your boyfriend as he chowed on the food with the others. Your brother is busy talking with Sensei about the improvements and hardships to come while the energetic four sleep through the dinner, too tired to even lift the chopsticks. Slowly, you excused yourself and went out of the shop to enjoy the view outside.
Orange-painted sky with crows cawing from afar, you sat outside the store as you looked at the sky wondering about yourself.
“You should at least eat first…” a gentle voice rings your ears as you felt a solid arm wrapped itself around your shoulder. Sawamura was getting himself comfortable, scuttled a little beside you before sitting still with his arm around you.
“Well… I’m not really hungry. But for you, you should at least rest and eat inside” You mumbled when you saw two piece of fried shrimp he was holding with his arm that was around you. He waved the shrimps in front of you, a signal to tell you to eat it. You pulled one of it with your mouth and chewed it slowly when he releases his hold on the one you’re chewing on. He retracted his arm and took the shrimp to his mouth, then slings it back to your shoulder. Both of you just enjoy the shrimp while looking at the colorful horizon.
“So…what made my girlfriend furrowed her eyebrows for a while now?” Sawamura asked, breaking the silence after a while. He looked straight at you, while you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, not really in the mood to look at him. You just continued to look at the sky, staying silent to think about your answer.
You don’t even know why are you like this. Looking at the sunset, you didn’t really feel bothered or whatever. So when your boyfriend mentioned your furrowed eyebrows, you started to think. You started to think about the unpredictable future. The chances of winning. Tiring practices. Exams. Universities. Lives after highschool. Your boyfriend. You’re not actually bothered by anything until he mentioned about your mood today. And you’re not trying to say it’s his fault that you’re actually started to feel anxious about the future when he asked you just now. Thinking about everything, now you actually furrowed your eyebrows on your own accord while gazing at the sunset.
Maybe, the sunset has this tremendous power to make people think about everything. Who knows?
Looking at your crinkled forehead, Sawamura pecked your cheek.
“There go those eyebrows again… Now, care to tell your boyfriend?” He asked again, much softer than before, whispering to you before laying his head on your shoulder.
“…It’s nothing, actually. I was just thinking about the future…” you spoke softly, to match his previous tone of asking. Breeze danced through your hair, making the stray ones goes wild on your head, fluttering like dead leaves.
“So you’ve been thinking about the future…why?” He inquired, confused about what had caused you to think that.
“Hmm… sunset? I’m not sure… I’m not actually thinking about anything before. But, when you said my eyebrows are crinkled and furrowed…then I started to think about the future…” I said, while fixing my hair, “what will happen after this? You’ll be busy with the Nationals… then there are exams… how will our future play out? What will happen to us? Everything is so uncertain it makes you wonder… out of every situation played on your mind, which one will be the reality??”
Silence. Sawamura was just steadily breathing beside you that you would’ve thought that he fell asleep as you blabbered about your sudden thoughts if not for his chuckle.
“Haha, you’re being extra sentimental today…” He answered, slowly moving his arm from your shoulder and it slithered back to your waist, followed by his other arm. “Yes, the future is uncertain. We’ll never know what will happen. But, make sure that you remember this… I’m always here for you.” He remarked as he tightens his hug on me, kissing my cheek on the process.
“Hey, I told you to rest. Not to hug my sister in the public!” Your brother growled as both of you heard the sound of the shoji screen being pulled.
“Sorry coach, but I need this…” Your boyfriend answered cheekily at Keishin as you just giggled.
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Tomorrow
“Y/n… there’s a red spot on your skirt…” Shimizu whispered to you, before stealthily passing you the pad as she put it inside your blazer pocket. You were about to sit when Shimizu stopped you, forcing you to stand up again. You guys were at the cafeteria and Daichi definitely saw the thing slipped to your pocket.
“That explains your mood yesterday…” He said shyly. Embarrassed, you take off your blazer to tie it on your waist as you walked hastily towards the nearest toilet.
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“Y/n, faster now… or we’ll be late to meet the others.” Daichi said as he pulled you forward, dragging your slow footsteps to meet Koushi and Azumane. Soon, you saw both of your old friends standing in front of you as Koushi and Azumane are currently shaking their hands according to their ‘non-existent secret handshake’.
“Ohh, it looks like our petshop owner came waltzing at us with the police officer clinging to her…” Koushi cooed at you as he pointed at both your hands, linking together, tight like glue.
“Shut it, you,” I said while slapping his hands. He pouted from the contact as Azumane just laughed at our antics since it’s been a while since all of us are gathered together like this.
“Now, let’s go find seats before there’s none left… I believe none of us wanted to miss this match” Daichi said in his typical-team-captain tone, tugging at me so that I can start walking. Soon after, four of us are struggling to get past the sea of humans to watch the battle of our beloved juniors.
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Christmas Cookie Competition
Summary: Matthew and Walter enjoy a moment together before they start making Christmas cookies with their kids.
Word Count: 2230
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Walter and Matthew sat down in their front living room, enjoying the peaceful moment life had given them. Their hands were intertwined as they curled up on the couch and began to talk about all the fun activities they would do.
“I can’t wait for the snow to start really piling high,” Walter leaned his head on top of Matthew’s.
His husband gave a soft chuckle. “The kids are going to have so much fun when it does. We just need to make sure they stay bundled up so they don’t catch colds.” Matthew stared at his husband’s Christmas sweater with large snowflakes on it for a second; red really did look great on him.
“Is there something on my sweater?” Walter asked with a warm smile.
“No, it’s just it looks great on you. That’s all.” Matthew’s words made Walter’s heart flutter.
“Thank you, yours looks great too.” Walter’s compliment made Matthew’s cheeks heat up as he glanced down at his deep blue Christmas sweater. Christmas lights covered the edges circling around the text on it that said “Lucky Member Of An Amazing Family”. The two stared at each then leaned in for a gentle, warm kiss. When they pulled back Matthew leaned his head on Walter’s shoulder.
“Should we tell the kids it’s about time to make Christmas cookies?” Matthew whispered. Walter’s thumb started to rub circles on Matthew’s hand.
“I’m sure they’ll be down any minute now,” Walter felt his heart grow light in that moment, enjoying all the emotions that were brought along with it. Matthew seemed to feel the same as the couple cuddled on the couch.
It was around ten minutes later when they heard a thunk from upstairs by the staircase. Loud footsteps revealed Willy. His wild hair matched the goofy bright green elf Christmas sweater he was wearing. A wide grin was on his face, his body bouncing excitedly on the balls on his feet. “Is it time for Christmas cookies?” Willy’s question made Walter and Matthew share a smile. It looked like their alone time was done. But they were excited to start making cookies with their kids.
“Yep. Could you let your brothers and sisters know?” Walter smiled over at his son who nodded wildly and disappeared up the stairs again.
“Alright boys and girls, it's time for cookies!” Willy’s lively voice made Walter chuckle as he rose up from his spot. The opening of different doors and multiple footsteps made it clear the others had heard their brother.
“Holy shit!” Sophie’s bright voice appeared first followed by her frantic footsteps before she appeared in front of her parents. Her head was currently stuck in the wrong hole of her white Christmas sweater that had red detailing on it. She must have gotten too carried away with her excitement. “I’m almost ready,” Sophie reassured, blindly moving around until she bumped into her older brother James.
“Whoa, careful,” James’ calm voice made the redhead stop in her awkward struggle. He gently helped her navigate through her sweater, guiding her head to pop out of the right spot.
“Whew! Thanks, James!” Sophie smiled warmly at her brother who gave a gentle smile.
“It’s no problem.” James returned the smile. His hands began to readjust his own Christmas sweater, light blue with small reindeer prancing around. He was about to ask his sister if she was excited for Christmas cookies this year when AJ came barreling down the stairs in his red Santa Christmas sweater, nearly running into a wall.
“Careful there, buddy,” Sophie chuckled and ruffled the top of his head.
“Is it cookie making time?” AJ’s eyes looked up into his sister’s.
“Just about,” Matthew replied with a smile. “But AJ, you need to be more careful in the house. I know it can be exciting and that your older siblings might not be setting the best example right now,” Matthew looked over at Sophie and Willy who looked slightly embarrassed, “But still.”
AJ looked down for a moment, his face falling as he gave a nod, but his sadness immediately dissipated when he noticed Tenn and Minnie walking down the stairs together.
“Tenn!” AJ scurried over to his older brother who had donned an evergreen Christmas sweater. Small bells were on the hem of it that gently rang as he descended the stairs.
“Hey, AJ. Ready for Christmas cookies?” Tenn smiled softly at his brother who nodded with enthusiasm.
“Dad,” Minnie called out from the staircase, “Do you need help with preparing the gingerbread?”
“That would be great!” Walter’s voice responded from the kitchen. Minnie moved forward, fidgeting with the edge of her Christmas sweater that looked identical to Sophie’s except the colors were reversed.
“Let’s all help,” James offered and quickly followed Minnie forward to help their dad. Sophie ran behind alongside Willy and AJ before she remembered the rule about running in the house and slowed down. Matthew gave a small laugh at his daughter’s correction while he brought up the rear with Tenn. As soon as the kids and Matthew had joined Walter in the kitchen he began to hand out instructions.
“Alright, we’ll need flour, rolling pins, cookie cutters and of course the gingerbread.” Walter walked over and started up the Christmas playlist that started out with “Jingle Bells”.
Willy scurried to grab the rolling pins along with AJ while James and Tenn walked over and got out the cookie cutters. Walter and Matthew got the flour out and Minnie and Sophie carried the gingerbread from the fridge.
“Who would like the first turn flouring the counter?” Walter looked over at his kids as he preheated the oven. Willy, AJ and Sophie seemed the most enthusiastic about it; all three of them volunteered right away. Matthew chose for AJ to go first with the promise that everyone could have turns rolling out the dough and flouring the counter.
So the family began work on the cookies. Sophie took the first turn rolling out the dough while AJ worked to sprinkle the flour. The rest of the kids started to take out the cookie cutters while Matthew and Walter worked to set up the trays. The couple shared small kisses here and there as they moved throughout the kitchen.
The first portion of dough was soon rolled out and the family started to get to work on cutting out the cookies. James and Tenn seemed rather fond of the Christmas trees and made sure plenty of those were making it onto the trays. Minnie focused on getting the candy canes cut out and AJ made Santas while Sophie and Willy worked to create a small army of gingerbread men. All of their designs couldn’t be made in just the first batch of rolled out dough and so the second kid in charge of rolling out dough was James. He worked with Minnie who scattered the flour to make sure none of the gingerbread dough got stuck on the surface.
Once it was rolled out the kids went right back to work but quickly stopped to give their parents a turn. Matthew got to work cutting out cookies in the shape of stars and Walter focused on reindeers. Before long the first two sets of trays were filled with the different Christmas shapes.
That didn’t stop the siblings from working on more though as they started to sing along with “You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch”. Walter led the singing. His deep voice fit perfectly with the song and he was quickly joined by Sophie and Willy who seemed especially fond of this song. Everyone was singing and humming along to the song, setting aside the cookies and waiting for the trays to clear up as the song moved along.
“The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote,” Sophie and Minnie said in time.
“Stink. Stank. Stuuuuunk.” The whole family sang along, laughing as a new song began.
Soon the first two trays of cookies were done and James offered to help Matthew set the cookies to cool while Walter worked with Tenn and AJ to carefully place the next batch on the tray and back into the oven. This continued on for quite some time. Quieter Christmas songs began to play which James and Minnie hummed along to together, their voices matching nicely as the music filled the kitchen.
After a while all the Christmas cookies were cooled and siblings worked alongside their parents to make the frosting. Each sibling seemed excited about different colors and Walter and Matthew let them put as much food coloring as they wanted, making some very vibrantly colored frosting. They then worked to place all the bowls of frosting on the table along with the gingerbread cookies.
“I bet I can decorate cookies faster than you can!” Willy smiled smugly at AJ who gave a frown.
“No way, I’m gonna win.”
“Oooo! Let’s have a competition,” Sophie’s eyes danced with excitement.
“Yeah!” AJ and Willy said at the same time, making the others laugh. After a few minutes of setting up, the table was split in two. Half of the table, Willy, AJ, Sophie, and Matthew, were preparing for a heated cookie decorating competition while the other side, Tenn, Minnie, James and Walter, seemed perfectly content to enjoy the process of decorating. That didn’t stop Minnie, however, from getting competitive with her twin sometimes.
“That’s four done,” Minnie stated simply, her smile growing when Sophie looked up with shocked eyes after she’d only finished two.
“Well, I’ve made six!” Willy gave a toothy grin and displayed his masterpieces. All of them had rather sloppy amounts of icing but no one stopped him from continuing on. AJ’s mouth was slightly ajar when he saw the amount his older brother had finished but his eyes soon hardened with determination as he buckled down to finish his fourth cookie.
“Better watch out, little dude.” Matthew smiled over at Willy. “I’m catching up to you.”
Walter smiled over at his husband who seemed to be having the time of his life doing the cookie decorating competition. He glanced over at Tenn who was busy carefully decorating his gingerbread cookie. He had chosen to ice a Christmas tree cookie and had already gotten the deep green on. He was in the middle of putting on the small lights in the form of sprinkles when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that James was icing a reindeer gingerbread cookie. James felt his younger brother’s eyes on him and paused in his decorating to give a gentle smile.
“Wow, your cookie is really good, Tenn.” James’ compliment made a soft smile appear on his brother’s face.
“Thanks, I think yours is great too.”
“Quite the artists,” Walter beamed over at his children.
“I don’t know, I think mine are pretty shitty.” A frown appeared on Minnie’s face when she looked at her gingerbread cookie. The icing was smeared weirdly on it and she had overdone it on the sprinkles.
“I think they looked great. Everyone has their own uniqueness to them,” Walter’s words made all of his kids’ eyes brighten.
“No kidding, we have some serious talent here.” Matthew added. Willy smiled, revealing that he had begun to eat the gingerbread cookies.
“Hey, we can’t eat them until after we finish decorating,” Minnie huffed, a slight pout on her lips.
“I think it's alright if we each have one during this time but then save the rest for later.” Walter’s suggestion was met with agreement as the family continued to work on their decorating. After over an hour had passed all the cookies were decorated.
“Whoa,” AJ looked at Sophie’s cookies, awestruck. “That’s amazing!” The others looked at Sophie’s collection of gingerbread cookies and were surprised to see cookies of themselves there, all eight of them. They were incredibly detailed for gingerbread cookies. She had even gone as far as trying to replicate the sweater that each member of her family was wearing. Sophie became overwhelmed by the different praise that she was receiving even though she felt her heart warm at all the compliments.
“Everyone’s gingerbread cookies look awesome!” Sophie’s words made the others’ smile proudly. The praise began to spread to each member of the family as they worked together to place away the cookies into the cookie jars. After that was complete they gathered around the TV, cuddling up under blankets on the couches. But before long the kids had fallen asleep. Sophie’s head rested haphazardly on Minnie’s shoulder who had two other siblings asleep on her, AJ and Willy. James was asleep in a blanket pile, his arms wrapped around Tenn as he slept. Walter and Matthew looked at their children. Their hearts practically melted with the love they felt for their kids. Every day that these kids had been in their lives they had considered an irreplaceable blessing. But around Christmas time that feeling grew tenfold.
“They seemed to enjoy decorating the Christmas cookies,” Matthew whispered to his husband.
“Yeah,” Walter smiled over at his husband before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Wanna finish the movie then help me carry them to bed?”
“Sure,” Matthew cuddled up closer to Walter and the pair continued to watch the movie, enjoying the simple joy of family and all the Christmas experiences that came with it.
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