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NIGHTS LIKE THESE — [hoo boys drabbles]
summary: how they react to your bad dreams.
author's note: i wrote leo's + jason's part imagining that the cabins/barracks have individual rooms sooo...also ik this trope is so ran through in the pjo fandom but it's just toooo good i couldn't help myself
percy jackson
percy has always been the type of person to pick up the phone no matter the time. even as he’s on a lone movie marathon and the scene reaches its long-anticipated climax, he’s reaching for his buzzing phone that’s lost beneath the sheets. having found it after the third ring, percy checks the time and the caller id. why are you calling him so late? he answers, “hi babe. i thought you had to wake up early this morning, why are you awake?”
“hi percy,” your voice was shaky and congested, as if you’d been crying. percy immediately sits up, alarmed at the state of your voice, “did i wake you up?”
“no, no, i was up watching movies. what’s wrong? is everything okay?” he’s seated at the edge of his bed now, anxiously awaiting your response.
you force him to sit in silence as you think of an excuse, “yeah, um…i’m okay. i just wanted to hear your voice. but i’ll see you on thursday, okay? goodni-”
“(y/n), what’s going on?” percy runs a hand through his hair as he heads out of his room to his kitchen. he rips off a napkin from the roll and snatches a pen from the drawer. on the napkin, he writes a brief message to sally, saying that he’d be over at your place and not to worry.
“nothing. i’m fine, percy,” you mutter. but your boyfriend knows you too well. the way your voice quivers makes it sound as though you were trying to convince yourself that everything was okay, and you were failing miserably.
percy places his phone between his ear and shoulder as he ties his shoes, “don’t leave me in the dark, (y/n).”
“don’t worry about me. i’m fine it was just-”
“babe, i’m coming over, okay?” and with that, percy hangs up.
he’s walked this path over a hundred times, usually for dropping you off after dates or simply for hanging out with you. but this time, all percy can think about is how you sounded over the phone and that he needs to seriously pick up the pace.
upon arrival, percy climbs up the fire escape ladder as quickly and quietly as possible. it’s only now that he’s grateful for his experience from all of those laborious quests. reaching your floor, he knocks delicately on the glass.
“percy, what are you doing here?” you ask after he closes your window, “i’m sorry, you really didn’t need to come all this way. it’s like three in the morning and you-”
your boyfriend silences you with a gentle kiss, “i’m okay. it’s you i’m worried about. what’s wrong?”
“it was just a dream.”
“just a dream?”
“yes, it was just a stupid dream.”
percy grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look at him, “(y/n), you’re one of the strongest people i know. so if you were crying over it, then it really must be something.”
you slump on your bed, and percy joins beside you. it's no use hiding it from percy, so with a sigh, you confess, “well, you’re here now. but it just felt so real,” your eyes begin to prick with tears again, “you were laying on the floor…and there was just so much blood, and i tried to stop it—i really did try—but it just kept coming and there was nothing else i could do.”
honestly, percy didn’t know what to say. but he did know that if your dream was anything like the ones he had about you, they were emotionally and physically crushing. so, he decides that if he can’t say anything, he’d rather show you. percy gently guides your body, until the both of you are laying down. with a strong arm wrapped around your figure and the other rubbing slow circles on your back, he can only hope you understand the message he’s trying to convey.
“i’m here, (y/n). everything’s going to be okay,” percy continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. slowly but surely, your crying mellows into only soft sniffles.
as you lay on his chest, you can feel the rise and fall of his breathing body. it wasn’t at all like that dream of yours; his cold body eerily still on the floor. not at all like that. you allow yourself to slowly drift off with the rise and fall of his chest, strangely as if it were its own lullaby, “thank you, percy,” you manage to whisper.
“i love you, (y/n). i’m not leaving you, ever. i promise,” percy whispers back.
leo valdez
leo’s used to waking up several times in the middle of the night. considering the demigod dreams, he hasn’t remembered the last time he’s gotten a full night's rest, which is why he’s not surprised to be awake at the crisp hour of two a.m. he can’t even remember the dream this time, but leo bets it was another dream foreseeing his imminent death or the end of the world.
as he stares at the pipes and wires running along the ceiling of bunker 9, a familiar ringtone sounds from his phone. leo quickly wipes the sleep from his eyes and picks up the phone from his nightstand, “(y/n)? are you okay? it’s so late.”
there’s a silence, followed up by quiet sniffles. were you crying? “hi leo, i’m sorry i probably woke you up didn’t i? go back to sleep, i was-”
“no i was already awake, what’s wrong?” the moment your boyfriend noticed your shaky voice, his attitude completely changed. suddenly awake and full of energy, he tears off his blanket and reaches for his hoodie and shoes.
considering the fact that you never really call so late alarms him. you calling either meant that you had a nightmare or you were hurt…and leo prayed it was the dream.
“i’m sorry…” you take a deep breath, “i just had a bad dream, like one of those dreams, you know?” leo knows all too well what you’re talking about, and if it’s anything close to the dreams he has, he can only imagine what you’re feeling, “but i swear i’m okay now. i’ll see you later?”
but leo’s already out the door as you finish your explanation, “i’m coming over, stay there.”
“wait leo-”
he hung up.
the trek through the forest was usually something one would avoid, especially at this hour, but leo couldn't give less of a shit as he thinks about you crying in your room. a few minutes later after practically sprinting to your cabin, he arrives. locating the window to your room was easy, he’d done this several times before for your sleepovers. leo knocks as quietly as he can on the glass, hoping he doesn’t disturb any of your other siblings.
surprised, you pull your curtain aside and are face to face with none other than your boyfriend. he looks sweaty and out of breath. leo ran all this way? pushing your question to the side, you rush to open the window and let him in.
for the first time, leo really gets a good look at you. your eyes are red and puffy; you look at him with such desperation and he can’t help but pull you into a rib-cracking hug.
“you actually came.”
“what? of course i did, (y/n),” he takes your face into his hands, rubbing soft circles on each cheek. suddenly, tears begin to flow freely down your face. was it something he said? was he not supposed to come?
you pick up on his confusion, “i’m sorry, i’m just…glad you’re alive,” leo sits you on your bed, and continues to wipe away the tears, his concern growing with each passing second. your boyfriend urges you to go on, “it’s just the same thing every night. i’m at your grave on the hill, and i’m all alone and it’s raining and i just-”
“(y/n), breathe,” leo pulls you into his chest once more. he holds you so impossibly tight, ensuring that you know he’s there and he doesn’t plan to ever leave. his sacrifice during the final battle against gaia will forever be amongst one of leo’s biggest regrets. not because he had saved the world, but because of how hard it impacted you. without a doubt, you could easily say that those months where leo was gone were the hardest times of your life. and not a day goes by where leo thinks he can ever forgive himself for it, “i’m here. i’m alive.”
you nod, your sobs turning into quiet hiccups. leo moves the two of you guys to be laying down, and as final reassurance, he gently guides your hand under his hoodie, allowing you to feel his steady heartbeat. your boyfriend’s skin is warm to the touch and you count his heartbeat…one…two…three. and that was proof enough, “you’re alive.”
“i am,” leo soothes. he places a gentle kiss atop your head and pulls the covers over your bodies. his arms wrap tightly around your figure, holding you close, “sleep, (y/n). i’ll be here in the morning.”
jason grace
it’s late nights like these that jason has slowly come to appreciate. these scarce nights where he’s completed his praetor duties for the night and he allows himself to indulge in some self-care, which usually consists of a cup of hot herbal tea and a good book.
usually, jason prefers historical books, oftentimes concerning roman myths or the occasional diary of some war general. what can he say? he likes to be all-knowing when it comes to these things. but this time, as he’s curled up in his bed, he reaches for the book that you had recommended to him: a classic romance novel. jason laughs to himself as he recalls you teasing him about his taste in literature. if he remembers correctly, you called him a “history-loving freak?”
just as jason’s about to open the book, an unexpected ringing sounds from his phone. he huffs, momentarily disapointed. that is, until he sees who’s calling, “(y/n)? hi, are you okay?”
“oh, hi,” jason noticed the way your voice sounded off, like you’d been crying, “i didn’t think you’d actually answer.”
confused, he puts the book back on his nightstand, “of course i would, my love. what’s going on? you sound like you’ve been crying.”
“no, everything’s okay i just…” you pause, “had a bad dream, so i wanted to listen to your voicemail.”
jason’s heart squeezes at the thought of you going so far as to listen to his own ten second voicemail as a method of comfort. but the feeling goes away just as quickly as it came upon hearing you had a nightmare, “oh i’m sorry, my love. do you want me to come over?”
“no,” you reply, “it’s okay. i’m better now that i’ve heard your voice. you can go back to bed, jason.”
despite you declining his offer, jason’s already up and putting his shoes on, “i’ll be there in a few, okay? i love you,” and he hangs up.
within a handful of minutes, jason reaches your cohort’s barracks. the square windows look impossibly similar, but it’s all thanks to practice that he recognizes yours. even as praetor, he still has to enforce the rules and sneak around. with a quiet knock on your window, he waits in the dark for you.
“you’re here. you’re alive, jason,” is all you can muster up as your boyfriend stands tall inside your room. his expression is clearly written with worry as he closes the gap between you with a hug. as hard as you tried to fight it, the tears came again in a fresh wave.
“yeah, i’m here, (y/n). i’m not leaving,” he replies, concern laced in his words. jason notices your tears and gently wipes them away, “c’mere, tell me about your dream,” he beckons, guiding you towards the bed. with a gentle plop, he settles down and opens his arms, inviting you to join him.
settling against jason’s chest, you take a shaky breath as he places kisses on your temple, “i was at your funeral, and you looked so peaceful, like you were sleeping. i just can’t stop thinking about how you looked asleep. and then they expected me to, you know, give a speech in front of the entire camp about you, and i just…i can’t imagine a world without you, so please, you can’t leave me like that.”
“woah, woah, (y/n) i’m okay, breathe,” jason hushes you, rubbing soft circles on your arm. to be frank, he’s pretty shocked about what you had just said. he can’t get over how shaken up you are by this. but jason can’t even blame you, because if it were him who had the dream, he bets he would also be like this, “i’m here and i have no plan of ever leaving, okay? i’m afraid you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life,” he jokes, hoping to get at least a smile from you.
jason’s joke succeeds as he feels your body shake with a quiet giggle, “good. i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
your boyfriend checks your face once more, ensuring that you’ve stopped crying. seeing that you have, he places delicate kisses on each cheek, “hey, how about we go to sleep now? i’ll read you that book,” jason motions to the book on your nightstand, which happens to be the same one you recommended him.
you nod tiredly, “only if you do different voices for each character.”
“of course, only for you,” jason quips.
after adjusting your bodies, jason reaches for the book and opens it to chapter one. but before he begins, he pulls the covers completely over your body and places a chaste kiss on your forehead, “i love you so much, (y/n). and i hope you know that i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
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AMERICAN PROMETHEUS AND HIS ATHENA - CHAPTER 5
Pairing: J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Identifying! Reader
Summary: You and Robert, of course, were a couple. A serious one at that; no more games, judgment, hiding, and dancing around the idea. But it came with its many hardships.
Word Count: 6.0k
Warnings: LOTS. Please read. Infidelity, messy relationships, minor blood loss, loss of child, cursing, and minor sexism (not from Oppie). Please read and heed with caution.
Notes: THAT HAT. OMG. MY HUSBAND IS LOOKING SO FINE THERE. oops sorry for being horny on the writing account, next topic! folks, buckle up, this is a lot! not only is the longest chapter, but its got a lottttt of drama happening. we're talking infidelity, marriage proposals, trinity, kitty being a bad bitch, edward teller in sunscreen, my drunk writing, groves being an ass hole and most importantly; TWO sex scenes. apparently, y'all loved my smut, and i appreciate your compliments! there's one more scene to come *insert winky face* mwahahha. i also know i said this is ten chapters, but this story is nearing it's ending, so there's one more real chapter. I'm going to try concluding the story within the week. I've been packing for school and I've got a long drive on Thursday. I'm done with most of my packing, so I will try to release the final chapter tomorrow. the epilogue will be much shorter. this has been one hecka of a ride, and the next chapter will most likely be a lot of drama. once again, your support has been amazing, thank you all for everything! <3
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It was five in the morning, and yet it didn’t feel close to it. The sky was pitch black with not a star to be soon. The only light of the source came from the dim light bulbs and the headlights of the cars that surrounded you. You lay on your stomach beneath an uncomfortable mat with your hand edging the corners of the binoculars you held, the other hand reaching for the pain of sunglasses to block the light that would hopefully come from the test bomb.
Two years. Two years of potential hard work gone to nothing.
Awaiting the announcement of the detention, you laid and, in an attempt to hide your anxiety, thought about how the hell you ended up in the middle of New Mexico, working on some secret project for the government, and what it took to get you to be a small part in the Manhattan Project.
You and Robert, of course, were a couple. A serious one at that; no more games, judgment, hiding, and dancing around the idea. But it came with its many hardships.
The first straw was Kitty.
She was much older, and from what you heard, extremely intimidating. While you respected and honored her, you also wanted to avoid her, as you felt that she did not like you at all. Robert had told her he was in a relationship with a “young” woman, emphasizing “young”, and Kitty read him the riot act. Robert thought she was overreacting, but you sympathized and understood. All you wanted was to be respectful, and honestly, avoid her at all costs.
But of course, that didn’t happen. After one of your Friday sessions, which ended in Robert and you making love, you slept at this house and stayed until Sunday most times. You even had your own toothbrush and brush, using the feminine bathing products and flowery perfumes that Robert had gifted you. Hatomi had noticed and always said you smelled good. She had been having a possible affair with your French Literature teacher, but that was a story for another time.
That one morning, you woke up with Robert’s arm on your waist, and a child staring directly at you. You identified him as Peter, as he was the spitting image of Robert, minus the parts that very much looked like Kitty. Blinking rapidly, you thought it was some bad dream, but the broken truck and bright, sad blue stare made you realize that Kitty was here with her and Robert’s children.
You and Kitty didn’t take long to meet, with her being dressed and you being butt naked.
Both of you had to smack Robert awake, who was appalled at the situation. There stood his children in front of a girl who was closer in age to them than their father and a very pissed-off mother. Naturally, this needed a very long conversation.
Kitty glared at you while sitting on the couch with Robert’s shirt on. She, like Robert, smoked a cigarette; her cold eyes burning into your skin. Robert reached over to grab your hand, which you slapped away.
“So you’re his student?”
You gulped and looked down, nodding.
“And you’re getting your bachelor’s degree in what? The arts?”
“Maybe a Bachelor’s in both the arts and science, ma’am.”
She blows a puff of smoke into your face, making it feel very directed. As she gets up to get a drink, she eyes you and turns to Robert.
“At least she’s smart.”
As much as you really want to leave, Robert insists you stay too well, impress Kitty, and show her you can cook, provide, and care for him. It infuriates you, and as much as you look at the door, you force yourself to stay. You don’t have any clothes there, so you’re forced to wear Robert’s white oxford shorts and bottom lingerie shorts while working around Kitty. She blatantly asked if you had anything besides Robert’s clothes to wear, and you said no. She sighed.
As Robert plays with his children, Kitty and you decide to make dinner, together. She wants to make Robert’s favorite, which you know by heart; chicken, boiled potatoes, and peas. You tell her, at least advise her, that Robert now likes his potatoes mashed and his chicken with pomegranate seeds on it. Kitty holds a large knife, and you swear that she looks like she wants to stab you with it.
“Where do you get them from?” She coldly asks as she pours milk into the bowl to stir the potatoes.
You look up from sauteeing the chicken with garlic and respond, “Get?”
“The Pomegranate.”
“Oh, his garden,” Your face begins to grow red, “He didn’t know he had pomegranate’s in his garden–”
“Until you told him,” Kitty interrupts.
She stops cutting, and you stop mixing the chicken. There’s a shared silence between the two of you; filled with thousands of questions.
You scratch behind your ear and sigh, gathering yourself before you respond.
“Yes. He likes them a lot. I noticed Toni likes them, too. However, I shouldn’t–”
“You care.”
‘What?”
“You care about him a lot. I can see that,” Kitty goes on about. Once she’s done mixing the potatoes, she goes to the sink to clean the mixer. You can swear you hear sniffle.
“There’s no other reason why you would be using him, y/n. I can’t think of one because there’s none. You’re troubled, yet good. You may be young and naive, but you care about Robert. You take care of him, and I, well–”
Kitty can’t finish her sentence. She drops the mixer and tries to hide her contained sobs and hunching over the sink, but you notice. You walk over to try and comfort her, but Robert’s not far. His voice echoes along with the laughter of two children. Hearing this, Kitty pulls herself together and sniffles. She walks past you with red eyes. You want to ask, but you don’t.
You learn, through numerous sources, that Kitty did not hate you, nor was jealous. She, according to one person, adored you. You found that hard to believe, but every time you sent the children gifts,s he made sure to write you an apology note.
However, while you made room for Kitty, you utterly refused to make room for Jean Tatlock.
At that point in your relationship, you and Robert had been going on relatively strong. He’s your boyfriend, and your Friday meetings had extended to more weekly meetings, so with stays at his house. Some people know you are an item; some are disgusted, and some are happy. None of this bothers you and Robert as you continue to be a happy couple; until it’s not happy.
First, it’s the regrets. After each time you’d fuck, Robert would go on about how horrible of a man he is and how he can’t keep doing this. You do some further digging, and with some integration, learn that he’s not teaching next year. He’s off to some “secret location,” and within the mixture of his regret of “poisoning you”, he recommends that you two should simply stop and just leave each other.
Of course, this breaks your heart. Hatomi, and your other friends, are horribly worried about. Your lab partner in your chemistry class, George, can see that your eyes are red and asks if you are okay. You respond that you are, having a feeling that something else is going on with Robert.
At your next Friday meeting, you arrive early, but you don’t water the flowers, and you know why you don’t want to ever water them again. Robert comes to the door, ten minutes late, and when he opens it, you can see his collar is flipped up and his hair is a mess. As he takes a breath, you push past him and run up the stairs. You already see the pair of kitten heels by the door, and as Robert pleads for you to wait, you don’t. Once you turn the all too familiar corner to his bedroom, you hear a soft curse. It’s a woman’s voice.
Turning into his bedroom further proves your worst nightmare; another woman. Let alone, your own fucking psychiatrist; Jean Tatlock.
In your sessions with Jean, she’s been breaking more code of conduct, talking about the new man she's seeing, saying she’s having “one heck of an affair”. Based on her descriptions of him, from the lineage and nicknames, you put the pieces together, and all of them lead back to her and Robert.
“Y/n,” Jean calmly pleads. She covers herself with a blanket as she gets out of bed, “Stop. Wait. We want to talk-”
The words “we” make your eyes swell with tears. Spinning on your heel, you beeline towards the stairs, but bump into the person you least want to see; Robert. He puts his hands on his arms, but you violently shrug and push his chest away.
“Get away from me–” You hiss. As you back up, you sense Jean behind you and scream the same thing at her, “--Back, both of you.
“Y/n,” Robert gently calls your voice, holding out his hands, “I’ve been meaning to tell you-”
“Tell me fucking what?” You bark at him. You point your finger back to Jean, “Robert, honestly, out of all people, my fucking psychologist? The one who describes my medications? The person I tell everything too besides you? The one I saw today just two hours ago for my weekly session?”
Jean is sobbing behind you. You like her, but yet, don’t feel bad. She’s much older than you; she should know better.
“I had no idea–”
You scoff and let out a fake laugh, “Idea? Sure,” You look back at Jean, whose mascara is running down her face, “Don’t cry; you knew. You’re smarter than you look, you knew. You know my background, and you would go out of your way to do this? And now? We all fucking know. Robert, now we all know you were cheating on your little pure virgin girlfriend with her fucking psychologists, whom I considered to be one of my friends.”
Looking at Jean, you say that last sentence, ensuring she understands you are no longer her client, let alone her friend.
Walking down the stairs, Robert grabs your arm and forces you to stop walking. You refuse to look back, but you can hear his breathing, which makes you scrunch your firsts.
“Y/n, I understand your anger. This is far beyond wrong. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I think it’s best that you take the time to finish your education and, if I recommend, mingle with others your age,” Robert explains with a condescending tone, which makes your blood boil.
“I can no longer carry the guilt on my shoulders. I used you for too long, and now it’s catching up with me. I’m sorry to do this to you, y/n, but I-”
You violently throw your arm back, shaking Robert’s hold on you. Through Robert’s breathing and Jean’s sobs, you storm down the stairs. Your face feels hot, and so does your body, but you ignore it as you stumble out of the house. Ignoring the calls of your name from Robert and Jean, you run out of Robert’s house and down the hill. Once you are away, you finally let go and let the hot tears run down your cheeks. Finally, the devastation and pain hit you like a bullet. When you’re not around any trace of Robert or Berkeley or any of it, you let out a screaming sob of frustration, anger, and sadness.
It takes you a short while to recover.
You no longer like to associate Robert with his name. Once again, he’s reduced to Dr.Oppenheimer; your terrifying physics professor with endless icy eyes and a tendency to smoke, not the man who took your virginity and showered you with expensive gifts that you refused to throw out. The relationship between you two has been severed and erased with your function serving as professor and student. Your meetings stop, at the end of the Semester, Robert gives you an A with an E for exceptional effort. Your parents receive your report card, and out of all your grades, are most fond of your Physics report. Dr.Oppenheimer writes that you are an active participant whom he had the pleasure of working with personally in the term. As they read out his comment, your memory flashes back to it all; the dinners, the music, the fire, the terms of endearment, and the whole lot of it.
Your mother, through a puff of smoke, remarks that he seems like an amazing man. Forcing a smile, you agree.
Once you return after the Holiday break, nothing much has changed in Berkeley. You’re still alone yet doing well academically, Hatomi’s on the verge of ruining a marriage, and you and Robert have not spoken, according to your calendar, in over two months.
And then you meet George.
George is your lab partner in Physics. You have known him since your orientation at Berkeley, from the forced events to the lackluster parties. He’s always had an interest in you, and has made it clear from day one; from wanting to be your lab partner to even asking Hatomi if you preferred chocolates over flowers. When you two would sit down together, he would always initiate small talk and ask how your day is going. You’d respond and spark up small conversations about your lives.
Into the first week of December, George asked after class if you wanted to go see Citizen Kane with him. He bought two tickets, and offered to buy you anything you wanted, but understood if you were busy since in his words, you seemed even busy on Friday afternoons.
You knew Robert was watching. You quickly glanced up and saw him at his desk, smoking as he pretended to observe tests when really, he was observing the interaction between the two of you.
“I’m actually no longer busy at all on Fridays,” You loudly say as you want the words to echo and burn into Robert, “And yes, I’d love to go to the movies with you.”
“I’ll pick you up at Stern?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
George arrived an hour before and took you out for an early dinner. You knew that he loved to read like you, but you also learned he was fluent in three languages and was overall extremely educated. He made sure to ask what you enjoyed, telling you to talk about your favorite books, movies, or anything that you loved. You had told him to read the first few chapters of Citizen Kane to familiarize yourself with the movie. George went red and said he had done the same, offering that if they enjoyed the movie, they could see together and talk about the plot.
The movie was good, and in addition to the soda and popcorn he bought you, he also took you back to his dorm and fucked you like there was no tomorrow. As he humped into you, you clawed at his back and looked up at the cycling. Everytime you close your eyes, you see and think of Robert. You forced George to look at you throughout the sec and kissed him patiently to void all thought of Robert.
There was no doubt that Robert was bothered by you and George’s interactions. You made it not so obvious that you were George’s girlfriend, while George did; from the hushed whispers and small touches he’d give you in class. While George would be doing such small things, Robert would be intensely staring from a distance with straghinted fingers and furrowed eyebrows. At one point, he changed lab partners in an attempt to keep you and George apart. You still worked together on every single lab, and to Robert’s dismay, aced every single one.
In the beginning, you remember Robert leaving flowers in your cubby during Labs since you’d always arrive about ten minutes early. He’d tuck them into the pocket of your lab jacket. Without fail, and everytime, you threw each flower out. Eventually all together, you stopped showing up on time and made sure to show with George.
Robert soon began to disappear from your thoughts and life. For the remainder of the year, you only spoke to him in class and nowhere else with cold, curt interactions. George had replaced Robert in all, shape, way, and form. It was strange to go with George since he was your age, and not in your former case, your thirty five year old Physics professor who cheated on you with your friend and phys-
But that was all in the past.
Two years had gone by. Robert was the thought of the past now and you kept yourself busy between obtaining a Bachelor of Arts and Science in Literature and Physics, all while maintaining a very serious relationship with George. You spent most summers with him on Nantucket sailing or collecting seashells. Sometimes, you’d think about the “what ifs'' of Robert taking you to New Mexico on a horseback adventure. That had once been a reality, but now would forever remain a fantasy. George reminded you that yes, there were good men in the world. You both had your many issues and ups and downs, but both of you agreed that infidelity was never on your list.
Eventually, each cycle completes itself for everything. During the fall of your Junior year at Berkeley, George proposes to you on a weekend trip up to Napa. He’s smiling the whole way through, and says he doesn’t want to wait any longer and heads straight to the courthouse to wed.
You want to say yes, you really do, but you can’t. No matter how many times you say you love him, you know that you love him as a confidant, but not a lover.
Rejecting his proposal, that ends every tie with George. Things are sour for a week, but Hatomi helps moderate a conversation between you two. George sobs, which in return, makes you cry. You apologize to him, and tell him he deserves better; telling him that if he sees a pretty girl, he should take her to the movies and buy her what she wants. George smiles and thanks you for loving him, hugging you, and wishing you the best of luck in your future endeavors. He writes you a letter, but you refuse to open it and leave inside of your copy of Citizen Kane, shoving it into your bookcase for it to gather dust.
After you and George are finished, there’s no time to grieve as you were being dragged into another situation. What seems like any other ordinary walk to your metaphysics class results with you alone in an office space with an intimidating general. He did not introduce himself, but you gathered his name as Major Groves. He held a thick file on you, questioning your life and digging into every little detail. He pressured you on your two brothers and roommates, who happened to be associated with the Communist party, asking if you had any association. You held your hands up and was nothing but honest; saying that while Hatomi still went to your meetings, your brothers had stopped talking about the idea once both of them married and had their own families.
Still, Groves persisted and became aggressive, accusing that your friends and you were some type of danger to democracy. Communism isn't your thing ever, but you had respected it. Many people you surround yourself with were either former communist or still into it, not that it bothers you. You thought of Robert; whom never associated, but you knew he gave money.
Which was strange. With your thought of Robert, you heard a silent shut. Groves sighed and you looked, and to your horror and saving grace, it was Robert.
“Thank god you’re here,” Groves let out a huff as he leaned against the desk.
“Major Groves,” Robert nodded his head as he took off his porkpie hat. He stood away from you, but beside your chair, “Is there any issue with Miss Y/n?”
Groves, still looking gruff, pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well yes, and no. You see, I find it alarming that she has both family and friends in association with the Communist party. I also understand her, uhm,” Groves hesitated to say it out loud, “Former relations, according to you. It raises suspicious since well, she is both in association with a communist, many of whom who are female in which he know where that ends, and slept wi-”
You were about to walk out, not wanting to be dragged into whatever mess this way, but Robert’s calm voice echoed and immediately shut up Groves.
“General, on the defense of Miss Y/n, I can assure that her ideologies and gender are mennail to the subject of the meetings. As for our past relations, there are of the past. I ask that you not criticize or grill her without my presence,” Robert’s voice commanded. He looked at you and back at Groves, clearing his throat.
Your heart skipped a beat as you shifted in your head, clasping your hands together. Robert looked at you, and you returned his gaze, quietly thanking him.
Once Robert entered, Groves' interrogation stopped and he got what he pulled out of class. In his words, something “big” and “important” was occurring in an undisclosed location in New Mexico. You pieced together that a weapon of destruction was being built, since Groves brought up in your profile that your skills in Physics primarily resize in the nuclear and quantum mechanics, as described by the physics course taken at your time in Berkeley. You had even taken time out of your academic schedule and did research as a job with some of your professors. All of your Physics teachers concluded that you were extremely qualified and knowledgeable in Physics, and in one of them, being Robert.
Robert had gone on about your time in his class, saying that you were one of his brightest students, whom he had given recommendation should be part of said project. He said he was willing to talk with Berkeley to configure a way for you to leave and graduate on time to come and work on his location. Major Groves said with Robert’s recommendation, he would be pleased to approve your security clearance. Groevs also mentioned that he would give you time to figure out things with you, and also implying, Robert.
Groves had excused himself, leaving you and Robert alone. It had been two years since you two had been alone together, let alone really conversed. You still sit at the desk and look down, not wanting to look at Robert now, admiring your manicured nails in hopes that you wouldn’t chew off the nail polish.
“Thank you, by the way,” You muttered, “You didn’t have to.”
Some things never change, and you look up to see Robert, elearning against the desk as he looks at you, smoking out of a pipe.
“But I did. Not that I ever minded doing so.”
The tension never left, and both of you know it. Bouncing your leg, you lean forward and gather the courage to look at Robert.
“Why? Am I allowed to know why the hell I’m being dragged into this?”
“Y/n, you know I can’t say why. I can say that it is important, as you would say, in the grand scheme of the universe,” Robert explained, “We are small pieces, and this project is a much larger force. A force that can end all wars.”
Confusion still infects you. Some of this makes sense, while other parts do not. You think hard back to the past and Robert’s say on the war and weapons, trying to gather your thoughts on the situation Robert has dragged you into.
“The Germans are out of the war, that’s all I can truly think of,” You mentioned. Once we see Robert lean, your body compels you to lean forward as well, “Is this weapon of mass discussion?”
Robert looked uncomfortable by that saying. He shifts uncomfortably and stands from his desk, slowly making his way over to you. You want to protest and tell him to not, but you gravitate towards his presence. His hair is a little more gray, and he is still cold, but as handsome as ever.
“Call it what you want, but possibly. It’s a weapon to end all wars, ideally, the conflict in the Pacific,” Robert alluded to. You forgot how close he came to his desk. He puts his hands on the edge of the desk and you lean back, looking down. Your cheeks when red, reminding you of your younger days with Robert. Robert’s fingers anxiously curl over the wooden desk top as you let out a soft sigh, containing a noise you did not want to be heard by anyone else.
“There’s something else,” You blurted, “You want me for something else.”
It’s radio silent for a second. Robert’s fingers shift, and you heavily sigh.
“Robert–”
“I want you for your intelligence,” Robert says as a confession. His hands spread against the desk. As much as you try to control yourself, you can’t. Your hands uncurl from your grasp and cover his, grasping them.
“I also wanted you.”
With that, Robert asked to kiss you, and you didn’t even say yes as you jumped from your chair and crashed your lips into his. Nearly falling back, he grabbed you and dragged you to the ground, refusing to let go of your body and lips. It’s desperate and messy, evident that the two of you missed each other's presence. Robert asks to remove your clothes, and you let him do so. Once removing your panties and stockings, he sticks his hard dick into you and fucks you like there is no tomorrow. He covers your mouth as you cry tears of happiness and sadness, sobbing his name. Once he finishes inside of you, you hug him and sob your eyes out. Roberts holds you and says he won’t let go.
Both of you know you have a lot of shit to work through. He had Jean and you had George. Robert knows he’s fucked up, but he still loves you,a nd as much as you don’t want to admit it, you love him as much as he loves you. The whole reason you turned down George was because you still loved Robert. It wasn’t easy for you to forget , and with Robert, he clearly didn’t.
He promised to fix things if you came to Los Alamos with him.
And you did.
You managed to graduate from Berkeley a year early. Groves said that he would write to your family that you were involved in a top secret Government project, promising that he would try to cover your back as much as possible. Once you were out of this project your family would question you, but it wasn’t important. After all, Robert was right; you were small things in the grand scheme of it all.
Los Alamos is hot, cold, and isolating. You are severely depressed, but you are able to manage that with your work and Robert. The work on the bomb is no easy task; it’s full of pressure, arguments, and disagreements. You feel intimidated, surrounded by much older men, whom you feel have more power than you do, despite knowing that you are just as capable as they are. With this stress, Robert is your reliever. Every night, the two of you switch, finding a way to comfort one another in these depressing times.
Now, you live full time with Robert. Nothing is perfect, but the two of you talk and make things work in the best way possible.
You tell him about George and how you turned down his proposal. Robert coldly laughs, saying that you deserved a good man, and that you should have accepted. You said you couldn't because you loved him,a dn as much as Robert thinks you are lying, he loves the honesty that comes from you. It proves to him that when he fucked you, that you were always going to be his. He tells you that he’s cut things off with Jean, promising on his knees that he won’t ever respond to her calls ever again. You force him to promise you or else you’ll leave him. Robert looks like he’s going to sob when you said that, and he repeatedly insists that he will never do such a thing to you ever again.
You snap back to reality when they make an announcement that they will test the bomb in three minutes. The men around you anxiously chatter as they prepare for an explosion. You put on your sunglasses and look around you. You catch Edward Teller, basking in his sun chair with a face smothered in sunscreen and sunglasses. He looks down at you, and you look away into the dark night, anticipating the explosion. Your heart skips a beat, and to pass the time, you sink back into your racing thoughts.
In Between this drama, time passes in Los Alamos. Between the bomb being congested and your relationship with Robert being rebuilt, you fall sick. You’re nauseous, vomiting in the morning and sometimes the day, your period stops, constipation, backaches, you feel like you’re dying. You’re able to hide this from everyone but Robert, who assumes what he thinks it is. One trip to the infirmary confirms that you’re two months pregnant, bordering three.
Initially, you're shocked, but thinking back to the classroom, it all makes sense.
You’re ecstatic, despite being extremely sick. You take time off from your job, and Robert makes sure to tell everyone that you have come down. I'll have a bug and will return within a couple of months. The only people who know about the pregnancy are you, Robert, and the doctor. Robert makes sure to keep the mater private.
Like you, Robert is thrilled at the concept of you having a child. You’re rather young and nervous, but Robert promises to take care of you and your child. No longer can you do things on your own without Robert swooping in; whether that be cooking, cleaning, or even reaching for medicine.
The two of you lay in bed with your feet entangled. Robert caresses your stomach as he has done before, softly going over the small bump forming in your stomach.
“I thought I had been putting on weight,” You bluntly admitted, rolling your shoulders back.
“And even if you were, I would love you the same as I loved you before,” Robert plants a kiss into your hair, gently patting your stomach, “You look as beautiful as ever, love. Even with our child, you’re still so tiny. You’re just as I remembered you-”, His hands grab yours as he interlocks your digits, “-in that classroom at Berkeley. You shook your leg and your skirt rode up. As you bit your lip, I looked, and I fell. I feel hard, y/n. I love you.”
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, squeezing his hand.
“I love you too, Robert.”
“59 seconds until the drop!” A voice booms over the loudspeaker. Anxiety, nerves, and excitement fills the crowd of Sciences, including yourself. You put a hand on your stomach, feeling the flatness. Sometimes, you can still feel that bump. It’s been a long time, but she’s still there, haunting you.
You lose the baby at seven months, and remember there being so much blood and tears. Every night after losing the child, you cried yourself to sleep and apologized to Robert. Robert held you and comforted you at that time. He kissed you and held you close, saying that all was well as long as you were him.
You violently sobbed, thinking back to your days of reading Greek myths at his rental house on Shasta. Just as Hades had given Persephone the seeds for her to say, Robert had impregnated to you and brought you to his desert exile. And like Persephone, you stayed.
Just as tears were beginning to form in your eyes, a light dried the tears right out of your eyes.
At 5:29:45 AM local time, the stillness was shattered by an imperceptible click, triggering the activation sequence of the Trinity bomb.
A brilliant, searing light erupted on the horizon with a radiance unparalleled by any natural phenomenon. The desert floor was instantaneously transformed into a blinding white sea of light, casting stark shadows of the nearby objects. The intensity of the light seemed to defy the boundaries of the human eye, as if a new sun had temporarily usurped the heavens.
A seething ball of fire engulfed the desert in those milliseconds, swelling with ferocious energy. A towering column of smoke and dust spiraled upward, its outline illuminated by the incandescent glow. The ball of fire and the mushroom-shaped cloud of debris swelled and merged into a surreal symphony of colors – brilliant whites, fiery oranges, and deep reds – like a celestial painter's brush strokes across the sky.
Trinity’s detonation unleashed a symphony of destruction that resonated not just across the desert but through history itself. The ground quaked with a seismic force, as though the Earth itself trembled at the unimaginable power harnessed by humanity's newfound knowledge. A resounding shockwave rippled through the air, shattering windows miles away and rattling the bones of those who stood witness.
The sound that followed was a peculiar and haunting one – a low, rumbling roar that bore no resemblance to the traditional thunder or even the roar of an aircraft engine. It was as if the very air had been torn apart and reconstituted into a sound that could only be described as the collective gasp of nature itself, a primordial cry at witnessing its own mastery being tested and defied.
The visual and auditory onslaught seemed to defy the boundaries of perception, leaving spectators both in awe and in terror. The Trinity test had successfully harnessed the fundamental forces of the universe and turned them into a weapon of unimaginable devastation. In the wake of that blinding light and resounding sound, a sense of profound unease settled upon those who bore witness – an understanding that the world had irrevocably changed, and humanity had ventured into a new and uncertain frontier, where the implications of our newfound power were as profound as they were perilous.
The cheers are loud and violent. People are thrilled that those two years of hard work have paid off. They're dancing, drinking, celebrating, and you feel happy, even partaking in such matters.
When the bomb is dropped on Hiroshima, the celebrations truly ensue. The excitement from the test early explodes with raw joy. Everyone knows that the ear is coming to an end as they drink, sing, dance, cheer, and cry. Emotions flood as people celebrate, and you partake in them for a while. As you do, you look for Robert but he’s nowhere to be found. You search within the crowd but you can't identify his pork pie hat or pipe.
Fleeing from the celebrations, you flee to Roberts office. His secretary isn’t there, so you make this way to your office. You find him standing by the window, simply looking at the crowd. As they move, he stands perfectly still. His hat is thrown on the ground and his pipe is thrown on his desk.
“Robert?” You sing-song his name, quietly walking over, “Oppie?”
There’s no response. He’s not acting happy, nor does he look at it. He looks devastated.
His eyes are watery, and you can immediately feel the guilt on his shoulders.
There’s no need for words as you walk over and crash into Robert. His arms wrap around you and with that, he quietly cries into your shoulder, sinking with you into the carpeted ground.
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Love is in the Air(BnB)
a/n: My loves. The long awaited part 6 is finally here. This one’s extra special because it’s now 4th June where I am and this means...it’s my birthday! Did I plan it this way? Not initially but the opportunity arose and I thought, why the hell not gift my loves with this monster of an update then? The usual thank you goes out to @barfightzanddiscolightz. When I say I couldn’t do it without her, I mean it. I owe her at least 20 drinks by now...heh. Ok that’s enough! Enjoy
warnings: full on smut this time. angst at the end. that’s all.
wordcount: 7.5k
part 1 - Friday night - part 2 - Saturday - part 3 - Sunday - part 4 - Monday - part 5 - Tuesday - part 7 - Thursday - Epilogue
Wednesday
Smiling to yourself, you took in Joe’s sleeping form which was illuminated by the few rays of late morning sunshine that shone through the small slits of the blinds. His lips were slightly parted and soft snores escaped them. His soft lashes kissed the freckled skin just beneath his eyes. His bare torso was partially covered by the duvet which he had hogged for most of the night and now had in a vice grip, holding it in his fist by his head. One bare leg was sticking out from underneath it, dangling off the bed.
He had his back to you, an invitation to run your fingertips down his spine. He shivered lightly and let out a soft groan. You giggled softly and turned your body more towards his. The movement made you hiss lowly. Oh yes, he indeed had left you breathless last night and sore – oh so sore. You slowly inched closer to him, pressing your cold, naked body against his and your lips to the nape of his neck, blowing raspberries there. Your icy skin on his warm back and your wet lips on his neck jolted him awake with a loud gasp.
“JESUS CHRiiiiist”
“Good morning.”, you giggled loudly as Joe tried to get away from you, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. He quickly pushed the duvet off himself, and you took your chance, snatching back the blanket to cover yourself with it, burying your face into it, inhaling his scent. He swiftly sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.
“Fuck, babe.”, he mumbled into his hands, chest heaving. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
He dropped his hands from his face to between his legs before he bent down to retrieve his abandoned boxer briefs from the floor. He quickly put them on and turned his upper body around to look at you. You were now completely engulfed by the duvet, only your eyes were poking out and they held a mischievous glint in them. A slight smirk played upon Joe’s lips, and he shook his head before fully turning around and crawling over to you.
“Good morning.” He greeted you; smirk still present on his lips. “What are you doing?”
“I was freezing.”
Your voice was muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth. Joe slowly lifted his hand and pulled it away from your face.
“Why were you freezing?”
“Well.”, you started, wiggling to get even more comfortable inside your now warm cocoon. “You hogged the blanket all night and then you even turned around and just left me lying there…naked and afraid.” You pouted up at him and he mimicked you before he lowered his face to yours to give you a soft peck on the lips.
“Awww, darling. I’m sorry.”
“Also. It’s very rude that you withheld the softness of your mattress from me for that long. I barely remembered how it felt after spending four nights on that shitty ass sofa…you still owe me a massage for that! And now you also owe me one for making my legs feel like they’re made of jelly and one more for almost letting me freeze to death.”, you huffed out, pouting even harder.
Your dramatics made Joe laugh out loud directly in your face and you tried to push him away, but you were trapped inside your cushy prison, and he was very much towering over you. When his laugh had somewhat subsided, he leaned down again to capture your lips with his once more.
“Turn around, babe.”, he whispered against your lips, “I’m gonna give you a massage that’ll count as three…”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”, you challenged him, placing a soft kiss to his lips. He snorted and shook his head once more, muttering the word unbelievable before sitting up back on his haunches. You slowly wiggled out from under the duvet and the cold air hit you once more, sending a chill down your spine. You felt your nipples harden and let out a small yelp.
“Also, I need to use the toilet first.”, you explained, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to stay warm. Joe nodded and handed you his sleep shirt which he had lying around at the foot of his bed. You thanked him with a nod and quickly pulled it over your head, pushed your arms through the sleeves, and stood up. The shirt was rather big on you and its hem stopped mid-thigh, covering the majority of your behind. Looking around the room, you found your discarded lace thong right next to the door. You waddled over to where it lay, not daring to take big steps because of your aching limbs and put it on. You heard Joe giggle softly and turned back to him to give him a mock-glare and disappeared into the hallway.
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When you got back, Joe had moulded a massage bed out of the duvet and stacked some pillows on top of each other so you could lay your head on them comfortably. He was rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of massage oil. Of course, he of all people would have one of those in his bedside table. Joe closed the drawer and started to warm up the bottle of oil in his hands, turning to you with a smile.
“Do you do that often?”, you asked him curiously, taking slow steps towards him.
“Huh?”, he retorted with a furrowed brow.
“Massaging people.”
“Oh...uhm. No. I haven’t done it in... phew...I don’t know how long it’s been, but it must have been years.”, he explained, rolling the bottle between the palms of his hands. “Also, only a few select people have had the pleasure of getting one...so, consider yourself lucky and make yourself comfortable.”, he finished with a wink.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him and climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself on the makeshift massage bed. Before you lay down completely, you took off Joe’s sleep shirt and threw it across the room leaving you dressed only in your thong. Biting his lip and sucking in a sharp breath, Joe admired your sparsely dressed body. He then crawled over the bed and knelt down next to you.
“I’m gonna start now.”, he announced with a hushed voice to which you replied with a soft hum. Joe delicately lifted the sides of your thong and slowly slid it down over the cheeks of your bottom. While the fabric was pulled down, his fingers brushed your skin and sent the same electric feeling through your body as the night before in the back of the cab. It made you squirm a little.
“’m sorry, are my hands too cold?”, he questioned softly.
You shook your head no and urged him to continue. Joe undid the cap of the oil bottle, and you heard him squirt a good amount of it into his hand before swiftly closing the bottle again and putting it somewhere else. He then rubbed the oil between his hands to warm it up further and shortly after you felt his slick hands rub circles into your shoulder blades. You let out a blissful groan which elicited a small chuckle from the man currently hovering over you. When he pressed the heel of one of his palms into a very stubborn knot between your shoulders you almost let out the most obscene moan you could muster.
“Christ babe, your back really is tense.”, he stated the obvious pressing, rubbing and kneading the space expertly until the knot had completely loosened. When you felt the relief, it almost made you cry out in joy.
“I told you, that sofa of yours is evil. My whole body is in knots.”, you explained, your voice partly muffled by the pillow.
Joe only hummed in response and moved his hands down to your lower back, circling his thumbs into the dimples on it, applying more pressure with each finished circular motion. With each knot he massaged out he educed small whimpers, pants, and little prayers of pleasure from your lips, making his skin heat up as well. When he was done with your lower back, he quickly moved down to your bum, grabbing each cheek with one of his hands and squeezing them softly, making you yelp before he lifted his hands off your body. You protested loudly but he quickly put one hand on the nape of your neck and massaged there. You felt him shift a little and suddenly his warm breath was by your ear.
“I’m going to do your legs now.”
Still panting, you gulped when he took his hand from your neck and slid it down the length of your back to the sides of your hips, down to your thighs. Then he hooked his index fingers into the waistband of your thong, which lay just underneath your bum and lifted the fabric delicately, asking you to lift your lower half, which you did immediately. With one swift move, your undergarment was gone.
Unexpectedly you felt a warm liquid being poured down the back of your legs. Joe had retrieved the bottle of oil and was squeezing it directly onto your skin instead of into his hands. With a dull thud he let the bottle drop onto the mattress once more and rubbed the oil into your skin, starting at the calves. His big hands engulfed their width almost completely and he alternated between rubbing them with his whole hand to work in the oil and the pads of his fingers to gradually loosen the tension. He took his sweet time with each square inch of your skin before he eventually moved up to the back of your thighs. There too, he first massaged in the oil, then skilfully loosened all the knots one by one. While he was stroking your skin there, his fingers sometimes moved to the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your very aroused pussy.
Every time you thought he would finally touch you there he would withdraw his hand making you groan out in frustration. Joe knew exactly what he was doing and had a devilish grin plastered on his face. He had discovered last night that he loved teasing you like this. You would get all riled up which made the actual satisfaction so much better. All the little sounds he had elicited from you did not pass him without a trace. His own arousal was very obvious and currently restrained inside his boxer briefs.
He leaned down to your ear once more and huskily whispered into it.
“Do you want me to touch you there?”
You nodded and whimpered softly as his fingers got close to your labia once more.
“I need words, darling.”
“Yes….please….touch me there.”
He placed a wet kiss just below your ear, sucking the skin there into his mouth while he moved his still oil covered index finger between your wet folds. Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved the finger up and down your lower lips, eventually inserting it, making you gasp even harder. The massage had left your whole body on fire, and it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge. When he added a second finger, your whole body was trembling. He pumped his thick fingers unbearably slow in and out of you, hoping to get more of the sweet sounds out of you. You did not disappoint, which made him smile against the skin behind your ear. He then kissed down the back of your neck, bit and licked your skin at its nape.
“Can you turn around for be, babe?”, he asked you while his fingers were still pistoning in and out of your pussy. You nodded and turned to your back as best as you could without letting his fingers slip from you. As soon as you were on your back, you could finally see his face. Some of his hair was stuck to his forehead. The light sheen of sweat was keeping it there. His eyes were darker than usual, his want for you evident in them. You let yours wander down his torso to his groin where you saw his dick struggling in its cloth prison. He moved between your legs and bent down to your face again to capture your parted lips hungrily with his, deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding into your mouth. The hand that was not currently busy pleasuring you and curling its fingers up inside you with every second push, slowly moved to your breasts, firmly squeezing them one after another.
“Can’t miss these beauties.”, he whispered against your lips, starting to kiss down the front of your neck, between your collar bones and eventually the valley of your boobs. He licked around the areola of your left nipple before he took it into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling on it. You moaned loudly when he let it go with a pop and repeated his actions on your other very much neglected nipple.
With your boobs thoroughly tended to and covered in his saliva; he kissed down your stomach to your mound and then pressed a soft kiss to your pussy lips. He removed his now soaked fingers under your very loud protest from you and sucked them into his mouth, moaning at your taste. His moan made you budge your hips upwards, closer to his face. He licked his lips and smirked up at you before he dove nose first into your love box, lapping up your juices hungrily and softly sucking on your lips and very sensitive bundle of nerves. He inserted his fingers once more and the combination of his plump lips on your lower ones and his thick fingers sent you over the moon instantly, shaking you to your core.
“FUUUUCK JOEEEEEE…fuuuhuuck,”, you moaned in a volume you didn’t know you were able to procure. You had tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from your orgasm. Panting even harder than before, his ministrations left you totally overwhelmed.
With one last lick of his tongue and pump of his fingers, Joe removed himself from between your legs and crawled up to your face, kissing you hard. His lips were glistening with your slick, which made your already flushed skin turn a shade darker.
“That was…”, you started, gulping hard and chest heaving, “…it was…fuck.”
You were at a loss for words and Joe grinned at you, wrapping his arms around your still trembling middle, pulling you up with him. He pressed you close to his chest and as he placed a soft kiss to your hair, just above your forehead, you wrapped your arms around him as well.
Straddling him now, you felt his penis poke your lower abdomen and you both looked down at it. When you looked up at Joe’s face he nodded at you, giving you his silent permission to make your move.
“I need words, babe.”
He chuckled at the way you repeated his words back to him and your raised eyebrow.
“What? Consent goes both ways.”
“Yes, it does.”, he agreed smiling at you lovingly. “You may touch me down there, darling.”
Looking him directly in his eyes, you moved your still shaking fingers from his back to his chest and rested them there for a bit before slowly sliding them down his front, over his belly button down his happy trail to the elastic band of his boxer briefs. He gave you a faint smile and a nod, encouraging you to go further and you smiled back at him softly before pulling back the band a bit and pushing your hand inside. You knew he was big, shit, you felt him inside of you last night, but holding his fully erect cock in your hand was kind of intimidating. You timidly started to pump his length inside his boxers but grew bolder when you heard the noises coming from his throat.
“Take them off please.”, you whispered against his lips before placing a heated kiss to them. Joe wiggled a bit underneath you and you took this as a sign to sit up bit so he could push down his underwear all the while you were still tending to his dick. With both of you now fully undressed, you sat down on his thighs again, pumping his length more heatedly, sliding your thumb over his slit, collecting the precum that was leaking from it to give you lubrication. Your action made him throw his head back with a groan and he whispered a low fuck which made you grin hard. You were working him up to the brink of an orgasm when he let his head fall forward again, resting it on your shoulder and biting down hard on it. His bite made you whimper loudly and pump his shaft faster which made him curse out in return.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you!”
“Ahhh, I need you inside of me!”
You both declared in unison, and you immediately stopped what you were doing and lifted yourself up again. He aligned his throbbing cock with your equally pulsing pussy, and you lowered yourself down on it, taking him inside inch by inch. When you were fully seated on it your mouth was hanging open gasping for breath. You didn’t dare to move at first but eventually started to rock your hips a little, indicating that you now felt comfortable enough for Joe to move as well.
As you were riding him, he pulled you close again, biting, sucking, licking every inch of skin he could reach. You in return pulled him close to your chest, almost smothering him with it. Just as he was about to nibble on your collarbone you felt the newly formed knot of pleasure in your lower abdomen come loose, making your legs shake uncontrollably and you halted your movements. As you were moaning and whimpering, Joe noticed immediately that you were close and started to thrust up harder into you, moving his hand in between you both where he rubbed at your clit to guide your through your orgasm. You were a trembling mess of limbs when he also finally reached his breaking point and released himself inside of you.
“ffffuuuUUUHHHHCK!”, he shouted, way too loud before falling back onto his mattress, taking you with him. His shout must’ve surely woken up the last of your neighbours, but Joe and you couldn’t care less about it. You were lying on top of him, panting hard, mirroring his breathing. You looked down at Joe, whose face was contorted with pleasure and his eyes were closed. He moved one of his arms from around you to his face and just covered it with his forearm. The other arm slowly moved up your back to your head where he placed his hand to it, slowly pushing you down to his pectorals whilst massaging your scalp. You let out a content sigh and closed your eyes as well.
“Fuck, babe. That was…”, Joe started, gulping hard and huffing out a laugh. “It was…it was hot as fuck. I’m fucking spent.”
You chuckled in response, placing a soft kiss between his pecs. When you moved up a little to place your head into the crook of his neck, his now flaccid penis slid out of you, now lying limply between you both. You both didn’t have the energy to get up just yet, so you nuzzled your face further into his neck placing soft kisses to it from time to time, just taking in the after-sex-bliss.
You were about to doze off into a light slumber when Joe removed his hand from the back of your head and moved it down to your hips, joined by his other hand, which was previously covering his face. Your eyes shot open instantly when you felt him pull you up even further, now on the same eye level as him. His eyes held nothing but adoration and all you did was groan lightly which he returned with a low, raspy chuckle.
“No, we’re not falling asleep, darling.”, he whispered softly which you returned with yet another groan and a scrunched-up nose. Joe let out a hearty laugh at your antics, placing a soft kiss to the tip of it.
“But...”, you argued whilst he moved his lips from your nose to your left cheek, pecking it softly., “I’m sleepy...”
“I can see that.”
“Then let me sle-hmpf!”, you started but were silenced by his mouth on yours. At first you tried to push him away since you really just wanted to close your eyes, even just for a couple of minutes, but the soft caresses of his lips to yours and his hands drawing circles on your hips instantly quenched that desire and kindled a different one, one to just be kissed and held.
“I can’t let you fall asleep, not in this state.”, Joe explained with red and swollen lips, caused by the past couple of minutes of exchanging breathtaking kisses. He moved his hands from your hips down under your bum. “You gotta wash up first...”
You sheepishly looked down between your bodies and eventually nodded. Joe placed one last kiss to your lips before he let go of you and sat up. He leaned over to his bedside table and retrieved some wet wipes.
“Your bedside table is like Mary Poppin’s bag.”, you pointed out, now sitting up yourself. Joe snorted and shook his head at your comparison. He then moved closer to you again and pushed you back down gently.
“Open your legs, please.”
“Baby, you already ready to go again? Wow!”, you joked while slowly opening your legs to him. Your comment made him roll his eyes at you and he took a wet wipe out of the pack and gingerly wiped the evidence from the inside of your thighs and your still very tender labia. He was being very gentle, but it still made you hiss slightly at his touch. When he was done wiping you down, he dropped the used and crumpled up wipe next to you and bent down to peck your lips softly.
“Now you’re good.”
You grinned against his lips, a question forming on yours.
“Do you want me to help you clean up?”
“Nah, it’s alright. I can take care of that myself. Also, today was all about me taking care of you. Next time, you’re welcome to return the favour.”, he said with a wink, already wiping his dick with a wet wipe. You groaned at his reasoning, moving one leg up, placing your foot against his torso, pushing lightly. He did not expect you to push him and instantly lost his balance, falling backwards onto his arse.
“Oh no! I’m sorry, baby!”, you apologised, crawling over to Joe’s now laughing form, wipe still in his hand and around his dick. Joe just kept on laughing and spread out on the bed like a starfish. It was infectious and had you in your own fit in seconds.
When you both finally calmed down, you slowly climbed off the bed, declaring that you are now not tired anymore and in dire need of a shower.
Joe, still starfishing the bed, nodded and said he would go have one after you.
Just before you were about to open the bedroom door, Joe’s sleepshirt covering you once more and a change of clothes in your arms, the man in question softly called your name and you turned back to him. He was now lying on his side, still completely naked, facing you.
“Thank you for...everything.”
“Thank you for everything.”, you retorted with a soft smile.
“Also, I’m gonna cook us lunch after we’re done with our showers. Maybe you’ll find something tasty in the fridge?”, he suggested, now slowly sitting up.
“I will check and let you know.”, you replied smiling before silently slipping into the hallway.
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Freshly showered, you were standing in the kitchen, your upper body half inside the refrigerator, rummaging through it when a figure appeared next to you.
“Sooooo…I guess Joe gave you one of his famous massages.”
It was Wesley, with a smug grin on his face. You leaned back out of the fridge and rolled your eyes at him.
“How do you know?”, you questioned, your own smirk plastered on, one hand on your hip. “Were you one of the select few who received one?”
Wesley chuckled at your question and shook his head before leaning in a little. You scrunched up your nose and tried to push him away, but it was a failed attempt.
“No, those are only reserved for the special ladies in his life.”, he replied, leaning back a little.
“Oh, is that so?”, you asked, one eyebrow raised, arms now crossed in front of your chest. “Then why did you suggest he should give me one?”
Wesley just shrugged and grinned at you which only irritated you further. You huffed at his non answer to which he let out a brief laugh. He then turned to the fridge and grabbed himself a can of coke which he slowly turned around in his hand as if to inspect its ingredients. You grew frustrated with his antics and uncrossed your arms to flick his biceps hard.
“Owwww!”
“Tell me!”
“OK, fine. Christ.”, Wesley frowned at you, rubbing the spot you flicked excessively. “Look, I know when my best mate fancies a girl, alright? He sometimes just needs a little push, and I wouldn’t’ve suggested it if I knew he wouldn’t go through with it at some point…let’s just say, I love playing matchmaker.
You blushed at this revelation, and he placed the can of coke down on the counter next to the fridge before grabbing your shoulders, pulling you into his arms.
“Thank you.”, you whispered. You felt his nod on your forehead followed by his lips, placing a soft kiss to it. He knew exactly what you were thanking him for. Without him, you didn’t think Joe and you would be where you were right now. Speaking of the handsome devil, Joe entered the kitchen midway through your hug with Wesley, also freshly showered and dressed for the day.
“Darling, have you found someth- …am I interrupting something?”, he questioned, coming to a sudden halt, with an unreadable expression on his face.
“No, no.”, Wesley answered, releasing you from his embrace, stepping back a little. “Just loving on my new bestie here.” He picked up his drink again and turned to Joe, giving him a knowing smirk and a pat on his shoulder before eventually making his way out of the kitchen. Before he left, he turned back to you.
“Love, my AirBnB app notified me that tonight will be your last night…we three should go out to give you a proper farewell.”
You only heard the first part of what he said to you. The rest didn’t reach your ears since your mind was already completely somewhere else. Shit, you almost forgot that you had to go back home. Shit. You knew the past couple of days were too good to be true. You didn’t want to go home. You slowly turned towards the two men who were expecting your answer, but you just stared blankly ahead somewhere behind Wesley in the hallway. When your name echoed through the air, you shook your head to get out of your dazed state and turned towards the source of the voice. It was Joe. Shit. Joe. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to him.
Joe’s eyes, which were filled with concern, searched yours and you shook your head once more, turning to Wesley. You plastered on a fake smile, which did not reach your eyes.
“Uh, yeah. That would be grand.”
“Perfect.”, Wesley, who was happy with your answer and luckily not addressing your weird little reaction, sent you a salute. “I’m off to work, afternoon shift aaaaand I’m running bloody late, shit… I’ll see you at around quarter to eight at the usual place?”, his question was directed at Joe who gave him a quick nod, eyes still on you and with one last smack to the doorframe, Wesley was gone.
You were still standing there, all stiff, gaze now on the floor. You heard fabric shuffling and then felt strong arms engulfing you.
“Babe.”
You shook your head, trying to rid your eyes of the tears that were forming in them.
“Babe…baby…come on, look at me.”, he urged you, moving one hand to your jaw and lifting your head up so you had no other option but to look at him. Your glossed over eyes found his big, wet ones. “Listen, I told you we would make it work, alright? I’m in no means ready to let you go tomorrow but I promise you, we will make it work.”
When you didn’t respond, he let out a deep sigh and leaned down to give your lips a soft kiss. “I promise.”, he whispered against them, kissing you once more which you finally returned with one of your own and nodded slightly.
“OK. Come on, let’s make some lunch. I’m starving.”, Joe spoke, taking a step back, letting go of you to turn to the still open fridge. You on the other hand, just kept standing there.
“I’m not that hungry anymore.”, you whispered, making Joe turn around to you quickly.
“What did you say? You need to speak a little louder, darling.”
You cleared your throat and then repeated your previous statement which made him pout a little.
“Ahhh shit, this means I didn’t do a well enough job with the massage and my dick…usually my clients are starved to death after.”, he stated, a shit-eating grin growing on his lips with every word he spoke. Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at his words, and you let out a loud snort, making you forget your worries completely.
“You’re such an idiot.”, you laughed, slapping his arm. His grin, now showcasing pride because he took your mind off your impending parting, grew even wider. He took hold of your hand that was still slapping him, and you instantly stilled. One hand still in his, he turned back to the refrigerator before turning back to you again.
“Fridge’s pretty empty…how does spaghetti with tomato sauce sound? Good?”
“Yeah, sounds perfect.”, you replied, trying to wiggle your hand free from his grasp. He immediately let go of it and went on to take out the ingredients from the different cupboards and drawers.
“I wanted to cook something else for you, but I forgot to go shopping.”, he explained as he took out a pot for the spaghetti and filled it with water. “But I will surprise you with a special menu when we get to see each other again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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After cooking and eating lunch, Joe had to do some work. He had a short interview with a magazine lined up over Zoom as well as some audition tapes to record and send off. You took the opportunity to start packing your belongings. Your suitcase was still stored in the living room and now lying fully open in the middle of it, completely empty. You decided to take your sweet time completing this dreading task because you knew that as soon as you finished it, the dam that was currently holding back your emotions would break and you’d end up a sobbing mess.
You packed, un-packed, folded and un-folded your suitcase and clothes countless times and with each time, the lump in your throat grew thicker. You packed it one final time with just the clothes for tonight and tomorrow lying on the sofa, ready to be put on when needed, and your toiletry bag still on the shelf in the bathroom. Sighing, you stood up and exited the living room, walking over to Joe’s where you leaned against the doorframe, watching him.
He must have felt your presence because he slowly turned to you, holding up his hand, index finger in the air, indicating to you to wait a second. He also must have sensed your change of mood because he was frowning at you, holding your gaze with his.
“…yeah, mhmhmm…that’s alright. See you on Saturday, bye.”, Joe concluded his phone call, removing his AirPods from his ears.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m done packing.”, you announced defeated, tears already brimming in your eyes again. Joe tutted softly, placed his headphones onto his desk, stood up and made his way over to you.
“None of that, darling. I promised you we will make this work.”, he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. With a tender embrace, he enveloped you, drawing you into the warmth of his chest. Head now on it, you savoured the rhythmic melody of his heartbeat as your arms instinctively found their way around him, pulling him even closer.
“I know, I just can’t help myself. I’m so sad. What if this doesn’t work out the way we hope it will. Especially the distance thing.”, Sniffling and tears now fully welling up in your eyes, you confided your deepest fears in him. Joe didn’t answer at first, just moving one hand to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair whilst silent tears flowed down your cheeks. After a couple of moments, he finally spoke with a firm voice.
“I’ll promise you one last time.”, he started, moving both of his hands to your jaw, cupping it firmly. “We’re gonna make it work. I could always come visit you when I’m off work and you’re always, baby and I mean always, welcome here. I don’t even care if it bothers Wes or not. We are going to make this work.”
With tears streaming down your face, you nodded and leaned in to meet his lips in a wet kiss. One of his hands released your jaw to affectionately wipe your tears away as he reciprocated the kiss.
“Darling, please don’t cry. Everything’s going to be fine.”, he comfortingly reassured you as he pulled back, lips lingering on your right cheek, whispering into it all the while your sobs continued to wreck through your body.
Still standing in the doorway to his bedroom, he held you close to him, his voice a gentle whisper as his hands traced along your back and through your hair until your tears subsided. Seeing you break down like this didn’t leave him unfazed and he had to wipe away a few stray tears that cascaded down his own cheeks. Inhaling deeply, he reluctantly let go of you to check his phone. It was now close to half five which still gave you enough time to eat a brief supper and heading out to the pub.
“We should get ready soon.”, he said motioning towards the bathroom, trying to lift the mood, “Gotta make our pretty faces presentable for the public.”
He gave you a small smirk to which you sighed and attempted to muster your most convincing teary-eyed smile in response.
“OK. Can’t let them see us like this.”
“No, we can’t. Can’t let them know we are humans with emotions.”, Joe nodded, now slowly pulling you towards the bathroom, cackling a little when you once again slapped his arm, this time much more half-heartedly than before.
“Would be too scandalous.”, you snorted standing in front of the sink, your snot from crying now running out of your nose. Joe’s face contorted in disgust before he handed you some toilet paper so you could wipe and blow your nose.
“Exactly. Can’t have those in my line of work.”, With a chuckle, he ended the conversation and handed you a washcloth he had dampened under a low stream of water flowing from the sink's faucet.
Simultaneously getting ready in a cramped bathroom turned out harder than you two thought it would be, but you had managed and still had some time left to eat, which you both did on the balcony, overlooking the street. You both observed the events below in wide-eyed fascination.
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Joe and you found yourselves running late as you had been so distracted by the bustling activities unfolding on the street.
Joe was running in front of you, dragging you along with him, which turned out to be a breakneck task. You had decided to put on your high-heeled sandals, not considering that half of London’s small alleys were still made from cobblestones. You had almost tripped and broken your ankle twice in the past ten minutes you had been running towards the pub making it an arduous journey.
Finally, panting like two weary horses burdened by excessive weight, you arrived 20 minutes late for your cosy farewell bash - if one could even call it that; you honestly weren’t sure. Joe quickly led you inside, nodding at the other patrons who were watching the two of you in your hurried state.
You both made your way as quickly as possible to the back of the pub where they usually hung out, but Wesley was nowhere to be seen. Confused, Joe let go of your hand and turned around to look if he’d missed him somewhere along the way.
“Uhh….Wes?”, he called out when suddenly six people screaming SURPRISE erupted from different booths. The room came alive with a burst of party horns, swirling confetti, and the crackling sound of party poppers. You let out a loud yelp and covered your ears, totally caught off guard by them. Joe was equally startled and quickly grasped onto your shoulders, almost hiding behind you.
When the noise settled a little you took your hands off your ears and looked at the smiling and expectant faces of Rebecca, Dan, Felix, Oliver, Jack and Wesley. Joe let go of your shoulders and was now standing beside you, grinning at his friends. He was so very grateful for them and that they had accepted you into the group in such a short time. He knew this was all Wesley’s doing. That man had a talent of making everyone feel welcome and comfortable around each other and for that he loved his best friend very dearly.
“Jesus, you guys. This really is a surprise.”, you finally said, looking to Wesley. “I thought this was gonna be just the three of us.”
Wes only smirked at you before stepping forward and engulfing you in a hug.
“Did you really think they would let you go back without saying goodbye?... Love, I’m disappointed.”, he retorted with mock-hurt in his voice and one hand over his heart. You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his shoulder gently before leaning into his hug.
“Thank you.”
“Any time, bestie.”
He then stepped back and let the others hug you tightly. Becky was the last to embrace you and told everyone that she would not let you go, so you couldn’t go to the airport and fly back home. You chuckled at her, and she eventually let go of you, nonetheless.
You danced and talked with them for what felt like hours. You limited yourself to one drink because you wanted to stay sober so that the memories of your last night with such wonderful people would remain etched in your mind, as clear as day.
You were laughing widely as Oliver coaxed you into dancing a waltz with him. The music that was playing did not suit such a dance at all, but Oliver couldn’t care less and led you almost expertly across the small dancefloor. Then suddenly both Felix and Jack declared that it was their turn, taking you from Oliver and twirling you around between the two of them.
Joe was sitting in a small booth, watching you dance with mates and sipping his drink with a content look on his face. Mid-twirl his gaze caught your attention and you excused yourself from the trio of now loudly complaining men, making your way over to him.
“Hey there, handsome. You come here often?”, you asked playfully as you took your seat opposite his. Joe snorted at your weak pickup line and took a sip of his drink.
“All the damn time, darling.”, he replied, playing a long with you.
“How come, I’ve never seen you before?”, you followed up, now leaning across the table, face dangerously close to his. Trying not to grin too hard he himself leaned forward a little more, stopping mere millimetres away from your lips.
“I like hiding in the shadows, you know.”, he explained before closing the distance and pecking your lips softly. You hummed against his before pulling back with a smile. Joe finished his drink with one last gulp and suddenly stood up, taking your hand in his and pulling you up as well.
“Come dance with me.”
He led you to the dancefloor and securely wrapped his arm around your waist, swaying you both from side to side. You had your head placed on his chest, listening to him hum the songs that were playing softly under his breath. Everything around you seemed to disappear, and Joe and you only existed in your small bubble, dancing along to the music which was now only a background noise. Within this sanctuary, you felt a sense of security. It was a haven where you yearned to remain for the rest of your days. It was in this bubble where in the future you wanted to invite your newfound friends, shrink them, and put them in your pockets so they would always be close to you. As for now, the bubble was exclusively reserved for Joe and you. You dreaded it being burst anytime soon. You knew it would burst soon. All too soon. Soon as in-
There was a sudden tap on your shoulder and Dan and Rebecca stood there, sad smiles on their faces. You didn’t know how much time had passed but their faces made it clear that it was time. Joe gently let go of you and you fully turned towards them.
“It’s getting late.”, Dan explained. “We have to get up early tomorrow, you know, for work.” You nodded sadly and hugged him goodbye then turning to Becky, who had her arms already spread wide for you.
“Promise me, you’ll come back soon.”, she said into your hair, squishing you hard against her chest. “’Cause if not, we all have to come visit you together with Joe, and believe me, you don’t want that.”
“I promise.”, you giggled sadly at her idle threat before swallowing hard. “I’m gonna miss you guys so much.”
You really didn’t want to cry anymore today but you couldn’t help your tears forming in your eyes again.
“Gonna miss you too.”
Rebecca let go of you, patting your shoulder softly. Then Felix, Oliver, and Jack engulfed you in a group hug and begged you to stay. You explained to them that you couldn’t but that you had promised Becky that you would be back soon. Your answer managed to appease them to a certain extent, and they eventually let go of you.
Five minutes later, Wesley, Joe and you were waiting on the curb for the cab that Wesley had called to pick you up from the pub. You had asked them in a small voice if it would be alright to do so, because you didn’t have the energy to walk to the nearest tube station and then all the way home. Saying goodbye to the others had left you hollow and drained. You let out a deep sigh and Joe, who had one arm around your middle, pulled you in closer to his side, placing a soft kiss to your hair.
You placed your head on Joe’s chest once more, not saying a single word which made Joe wrap both of his arms around you, pulling you in even closer and resting his chin on your head. He began swaying from side to side again, trying to keep you from crying once more. He softly whispered sweet nothings and the occasional peck into your hair and rubbed his hands up and down your back.
After a short while, Wesley placed his hand on your shoulder rubbing it gently, and you slowly turned your head towards him seeing his soft smile and a nod.
“Cab’s here.”, he announced taking his hand off your shoulder again, walking towards it, and climbing into the backseat. Joe gently let go of you and slowly guided you to the car so you could climb in after Wes before he himself sat down and closed the cab’s door behind him. You instantly snuggled up to Joe again, frowning hard and closing your eyes, painfully aware that this would be the last cab ride home to Joe and Wes’ place in a very long time.
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A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD
Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3
Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out
Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.
Word count - 4k
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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!
There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever.
Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter.
"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over.
"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement.
You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position.
"What are you doing here?"
Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."
"I said at three, it's only two forty-five."
"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.
"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-
"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence.
"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.
"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.
"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."
"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively.
You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.
"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.
Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you.
"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.
You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.
The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.
"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.
"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."
"Are you referring to me, Princess?"
His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words.
"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.
Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.
The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.
As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.
Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?"
The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation
"What do you mean?"
"Are you actually gonna do work right now?"
The question leaves you dumbfounded.
"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."
"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.
The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.
"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.
"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?"
"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.
"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you."
Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying.
"Eren?"
"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.
An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education.
"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad."
A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you.
"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend.
Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up.
"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.
"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.
"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.
"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips.
"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table.
"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common."
"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?"
"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.
"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.
You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth.
"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face.
"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.
He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?".
Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.
"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up."
The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight.
"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal.
"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.
There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do.
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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.
"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.
"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.
You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door.
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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance.
"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.
"Whose name?"
"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!"
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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you.
It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.
"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes.
"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"
"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)
You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment.
However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place.
"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.
"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug.
"What a coincidence, so am I."
"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way.
"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.
Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.
As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting.
"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.
"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger.
"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.
"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.
"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan.
"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.
Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body.
"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk in a teasing manner.
"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment.
"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment.
"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double.
"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research.
“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on.
“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you.
Let the plan commence.
“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes.
There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself.
“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you.
“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look.
“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands.
You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face.
“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck.
Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin.
This is only the beginning of what you have planned.
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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.
I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3
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Bad Day, Good Night
Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Reader
Requested By: NA
Word Count: 1,081
Summary: After an absolutely awful day at work, you go home to Steve to make it all better. Based off my own terrible day on Thursday, in which my boss made me cry at work and all I wanted was someone to go home to.
Stranger Things Masterlist
Steve Harrington Masterlist
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Today sucked. Like completely, entirely, unrelentingly sucked. It started fifteen minutes after your alarm went off this morning, when you finally woke up. Late. Then, in your rush to make your morning coffee while running out the door you somehow forgot to add sugar to it, rendering it completely undrinkable. Then customers, coworkers, and everyone else who you saw at work did the tiniest little things to chip away at whatever good mood you'd been able to have. It all culminated about an hour before the end of your shift. You got into an argument with your boss. It ended with you being sent home early with rage fueled tears raining down your cheeks as you drove across town.
The moment you parked in front of your house your shoulders immediately relaxed. You could see the living room lamp on through the curtains. You took a moment to picture what awaited you just inside the front door. You imagined Steve, home from work and sprawled out on the couch. He'd probably have a beer or a Pepsi sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He'd have one arm hung lazily over the back of the couch, his feet propped up in front of him while he watched TV.
You flipped down the sun visor and checked your face in the mirror. Angry red splotches and tear stains littered your cheeks. Your eyes were still red rimmed. You wiped at your cheeks a few times, but it was pointless. You knew Steve would notice you'd been crying. So, instead of trying to put on a brave face and pretend you were sent home out of the goodness of your boss's heart, you took a deep breath and swung open your car door.
As soon as you closed your front door behind you and turned to face him, you found Steve exactly as you pictured him. Beer next to his feet on the coffee table, arm over the back of the couch. He smiled at you, almost like an instinct. But the moment he actually saw you he was up from the couch and across the room.
"Baby?" He asked softly, hands coming to your hips. "What's goin' on?"
You sniffled and offered a pitiful smile in return. You buried your face into his chest, taking a deep breath and allowing his scent to fill you like a calming smoke. Steve wasted no time pulling you as close as possible, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly. You felt his heartbeat beneath his t-shirt. Calm and steady and reassuring as ever.
"Bad day," was all you could manage to say.
"Wanna tell me about it?" He asked into your hair as he held you. You only shook your head against his chest. "You wanna cuddle about it?"
You almost started crying again, honestly. His low voice. His arms around you. His lips pressed to your hair. All of it was almost overwhelming. You pulled away from him just enough to smile up at him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling his arms from around your waist. He took your hand in his and led you into the bedroom.
He was gentle as he helped you to lay down on your bed. He held the blanket up so you could slide beneath it, allowing it to fall over you as you got comfortable. He pulled his shirt over his head as he quickly made his way around the foot of the bed to his own side. Once he had joined you beneath the blanket he opened his arms just enough for you to slot yourself between them.
"Comfy?" He asked as you wrapped your arms around him. You once again nodded into his chest. He began to rub long, slow lines up and down your back. You felt his lips on your forehead again as he tangled his free hand into your hair. Your eyes rolled when you felt his strong fingers begin to massage your scalp. You swore you could actually feel the days stress fall away as he held you, one hand on your back and the other in your hair. Your eyelids grew heavy and you allowed yourself to fall asleep pressed to Steve's chest.
You weren't sure how long you had been asleep when you woke up. You noticed the sun beginning to set as the bright sky began to bleed into deep purples and reds on the opposite side of the curtains over your bedroom window. The bed was cold around you. Steve was gone, but his scent still lingered on the sheets and his pillow beside you. You allowed yourself a few moments in bed before forcing yourself out of the warm blankets and comfortable bed that you and Steve had chosen together.
As soon as you opened your bedroom door you smelled something delicious coming from down the hall. The smell drew you further down the hall, beckoning you as you padded with bare feet closer to the kitchen. Once you were close enough you saw him. He was in a pair of sweats and an old shirt as he stood in front of the stove. You could hear grease popping from the pan in front of him. You heard him humming to himself as he flipped whatever he was making in the pan. You stepped closer, breaching the threshold of the kitchen. When he heard your footsteps he turned towards you with a wide, bright smile. You made your way over to him and tucked yourself into his side. He wrapped one arm tightly around your shoulders and placed a kiss to your hair.
"Sleep well?" He asked quietly. You only nodded, closing your eyes as you leaned into him. "Good. I was just about to come get you up. Dinners almost done."
"You made me dinner?" You asked him in a small, almost meek voice.
"'Course I did," he answered with a smile. "Mashed potatoes are already done, steaks only have a few more minutes. Oh, and I got gummy bears since ya know, I love you and all."
You hugged him tighter, earning a low giggle from him. You turned your face up towards him. When your lips met his, you silently hoped that this kiss would tell him exactly how much you loved him. How lucky you were to have him. How sade you felt in that moment, wrapped up in him in your kitchen.
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LUNATIC I
Summary:
Just a typical night at Sins...right?
Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot
It is indeed Thursday and the stage is lit in shades of blue and purple, making the room look and feel like a plasma ball, as you make your entrance. As you grab hold of the pole the sound of booming thunder resonates throughout the club, white lights streak across the room, flashing in rhythm to the bass of She Wants Revenge's Tear You Apart, as you tip your head back and spin around.
You land back on your heels and head to the front of the stage, body finally out of silhouette, seeking out tonight's victim. It's really packed tonight but you're looking for a particular type of individual. Maybe it'll curb some of this ongoing blood lust that's still lingering from your last kill.
You're swaying your hips to the beat a la Selma Hijack in From Dusk Till Dawn, enticing the crowd, giving a quick glance through and noticing Wade waving at you from a table. He's surrounded by none other than the Avengers in civilian clothes.
Interesting.
Paying him and the table of super heroes no mind for now, you continue your scan when you finally spot what you're looking for. Off stage left sits a table full of mixed company clearly celebrating a dual bachelor/bachelorette party. There's couples and singles and of course the soon to be newlyweds. Amongst them is an oaf of a man badgering the guy next to him who looks uncomfortable with the setting he's in. It's certainly not this buttoned up man's scene but his friend is goading and manhandling him to get your attention to pull the clearly scared man on stage.
Not gonna happen jackass. But you have just what I need tonight and I can teach a bit of a lesson too.
You point at the two men at the table. The oaf points to his friend and you shake your head. He points to himself and you nod, crooking your finger to bring him on stage. With a stupid grin on his face, he proudly stands from his chair and fist pumps twice before heading to the stairs where two of your co workers await to escort him on stage. He feeds them some stupid pick up line they’ve heard a thousand times before, to which they brush off and proceed to lead him to the chair you placed in front of the pole center stage facing the crowd.
You saunter toward him, place your hand on his surprisingly firm chest and push him back into the chair. He gives you what he clearly assumes is a cocky smirk. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and reach for the silk rope, tucked in your kit bag beneath the chair. Being that it’s Thursday, your bag is a bit heavier tonight, full of instruments and gadgets in shades of neon blue and lilac.
You run the dark fabric along his cheek and down his arms, teasing him as you begin to wrap the rope around his wrists, binding him to the chair. You run a hand through his hair and pull his head back, running your nose along his exposed throat. You stare into the dilated lust glazed eyes in front of you and you can't help the sadistic little smile that graces your face. It’s playtime.
You step back, turning towards the audience, ignoring your prey, as you continue to dance for the crowd. Gyrating your body to the tantalizing song, hypnotizing them with your strategically exposed flesh as you taunt the bound man with barely there caresses and tickling puffs of your breath against his skin.
You can feel the air grow thick with arousal and hunger, anticipating what you’re going to do next. You saunter behind your victim, lowering yourself until you can once again reach the bag beneath. You extend your hand inside, seeking out the true star of tonight's show. When the cool glass touches your skin, you grasp with your steady fingers and proceed to rise back up.
As the song begins to come to a close you lean in, lips ghosting the shell of the bound oaf's ear, as you slowly reveal the Violet Wand, pulses of lilac and blue thrum through the glass device. Perfectly synced with the last beats of the song you whisper into the wide eyed man’s ear. “I want to fucking tear you apart.”
You watch him audibly swallow in fear as a new haunting beat pumps through the speakers. You sway your hips as make your way around his chair, slowly running the wand up his arm, watching as strands of electricity dance along the glass, creating their own little storm of light. It’s mesmerizing. You lip sync along with the lyrics perfectly as you set about teaching your lesson in boundaries.
I might be the villain
In somebody else's story
But that's fine
My methods are controversial
But at least it keeps them all in line
In line
I don't need your roses
I like men on their knees
Praying up to their god
Seeing visions of me
The chorus drops, bringing out Daisy and Ferne, dressed in blush pink, each with a set of Queens Nails in hand. You make a show out of them placing the nails on your fingers, trading soft touches and lingering kisses as you prepare to take this show up a notch.
Daisy and Ferne, remain on stage, standing to either side of the transfixed man sat center stage. You go about demonstrating the power now flowing through your fingers on yourself. It really is an amazing sensation. Let’s not even get started on how beautiful it looks when arcs of electricity spark across your skin. The screens to the left and right of the stage are now streaming the action on stage so not a single jolt of electricity is missed.
Meanwhile at a private table…
“Is she seriously playing with electricity?” Steve, perplexed and somewhat intrigued by your performance, blurts out.
“Yup.” Wade imparts, popping the ‘p’. “She wouldn’t do anything to a patron that she hasn’t or wouldn’t do herself. Her kinks run deep.” He states as a simple fact.
“She is magnificent.” Thor whispers out, enraptured by the tantalizing Midgardian wielding that which runs through his own veins. “Wade, you were correct. I do very much like this ‘electro play’. I wonder if she could handle mine?”
“Whoa there, Point Break. As much as that lovely image is now running through my head, we are technically here on a mission. Don’t forget what she did to Rumlow.” Tony feels the need to remind, not only himself but the team of their objective. No matter how insanely sexy alluring you are. Until they know your motives they can’t be distracted by your wiles.
“Do not fret Stark. I can control myself until her intentions are determined. For now I will enjoy the show and lock it in my, what did you call it, ‘spank bank’, for use when I relieve myself later.” Thor states with a quick nod of his head to Tony before setting his eyes back on stage.
“Same.” Nat states. The redhead is just as curious as Thor is about how you would handle her widow’s bite.
Tony just face palms.
Wade perks up. “Oooh here comes the climax! Once she’s made a mess of him she’ll be done for the night. I’d advise that you meet us outback. If I can’t get her to talk to you, once she gets on her bike, it’s going to be hard to catch her.”
“Don’t mess this up Wade. Tony’s right. We need to figure out her motives. See if she is a threat to society or not.” Steve, ever the Captain, makes sure to let Wade know.
“Aye, Aye, Captain.” He salutes.
Back on stage…
You’ve kept tonight's prey on edge for a majority of the song. Making electricity dance and sing along his skin. He’s been hard since the moment you first ran the wand up his arm. A mixture of fear and arousal, have him putty like in your fully capable hands.
It’s time to bring his torture to an end. Just not in the way he thinks it may go. No this will bring about humiliation and stab to his ego. The perfect lesson for a pushy ‘Alpha” male wannabe.
You saunter up to him and lower yourself to hover just above his pathetic excuse for a bulge. You lean over his right shoulder, drag your nails across Daisy’s collarbone, wrap your hand around her delicate throat and pull her in for a deep kiss. Your tongues dance together as you moan and pant. You hear a whispered “fuck” come from the man beneath you as you release her and send you on her way off stage.
You repeat the same kiss with Ferne, adding in a bite to her full bottom lip as the end because you know from experience how crazy that makes her. You wink as you pull away and send her off stage.
You lightly grind against hard-on as you remove yourself from his lap and make your way behind his chair. You blow air against the heated skin of his neck as you run your nails down his chest, inching closer to where you know he wants you to touch most.
With you foot you notch up the voltage as you whisper in his ear. “Let’s see how well you handle being uncomfortable while someone calls attention to it.”
“Wh-” He never gets to finish the question as tips of your nails on your right hand flex and send a bolt of electricity straight to his cock and balls. Without warning, having been so edge this entire time, he comes in his pants. Groaning out and jerking his hips into the air, seeking out some form of friction to aid his now ruined orgasm.
His face turns a bright shade of red as you giggle “Good Boy” into his ear and back away. As the crowd, especially the gentleman he was harassing early along with the party he was with erupts in hoots, hollers and laughter you signal to your favorite bouncer Cassidy to come untie the man as you make your way off stage. You hear him shout, “You fucking bitch.” as you cross the hall into your dressing room to change and get the hell out of here for the night.
Upon entering you notice Wade perched daintily on your vanity, awaiting your arrival. “I assume you're back here for a reason tonight. And let me guess, it has something to do with ‘Earth’s Mightiest’ out there.”
“That would be correct.” He nods his head. You begin to change into something more comfortable to ride and hunt in as he continues on. “You see, that douche-bag you handled for Trixie the other night. Apparently he worked for some special task force for SHIELD and they want to know who took him out so brutally and why.”
You pull your leather jacket over your shoulders and give him a death glare. “And how are you aware of this information exactly, Wade?”
“Oh, I feel through the ceiling during their debriefing this morning. I may have let it slip that I know that handy work.” You slap him upside the head. “Ow! Hey! I didn't mean anything by it. You know how excited your work gets me. I told them you must have had a good reason to tear him apart like that” He shrugs as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Anyway. They want to meet you. Ask some questions. The captain seemed surprised that a woman could be so brutal. I did sense some intrigue from the God, the Soldier and the Widow though. So that’s a plus. I know how much they’re your type.”
“Wade.” You deadpan. “Not gonna lie, that is kinda hot to know. But nevertheless, do I need to be worried? I have nothing to hide. I did this city a service, getting rid of that scumbag. Is Mr.Righteous going to make an example of me for doing what he can’t.”
“So you’re willing to talk?” He perks up.
“I haven't said yes or no. But I am open to it. I may be a bloodthirsty, vengeful cunt; but I’m not a monster. Every kill has a purpose. I am a protector of the innocent just like them. Plus deal with you just fine. It’s worth a meeting.” You shrug. “Worse case scenario I have to make a violent getaway.” You grin mischievously.
“Great.” He claps his hands. “I told them to meet us out back.”
You let out an exasperated sigh, grab your go back and head out to the back door. Upon crossing the threshold into the dimly lit lot your eyes catch on the group of superheroes gathered next to various expensive cars and your precious matte balck Harley.
“I hear that you have some questions for me?” All heads turn towards you as you speak. Varying emotions splayed across the faces.
Of course it’s Steve who shakes out of his stupor and steps forward. “That would be correct. If you wouldn’t mind we would like to take this somewhere more private.”
“Where do you have in mind? I hope it’s not that hideous tower.” Bucky can help but laugh at your blatant dig at Tony.
“I’ll have you know, Stark Tower is the safest building in the whole city.” Tony quips.
“Mmhmm. And that’s why Wade is so easily able to break into it.” You raise a brow at the brunette. “Thought so. I have a place we can go that’s neutral enough ground for a convo and safe for me in the event you can’t be trusted and I have to escape. That work?” You looked at the golden haired super soldier.
He turned to his fellow avengers and got a stubble nod from each of them before turning back to you. “That’s agreeable for now. Don’t try to play us though. You’ll most certainly regret it.”
You walk over to your bike. “Oh I wouldn't dream of it, Captain.” Tossing your back into the compartment beneath the seat, you throw your leg over and straddle your bike. Wade runs over and quickly climbs on behind you. “Make sure you can keep up.” You send a wink in Thor’s direction and rev the engine as you watch the avengers scramble to get in their various vehicles. Once they’re all within a car you set off for your destination.
Goddess, please don't make me have to kill an Avenger tonight.
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I think the "did we just kiss?" one would be moderately pertinent for Sol and Arcade :3
(for the kiss starter thing which would also be a great name for a gay dating website)
This has been sitting in my inbox for almost two months while I awaited the inspiration to come to me. It has arrived and thus, I offer you an Arcade and Sol first kiss ~
It was Thursday night, ten o'clock- too early for bed and too late for much else. At least that was Sol’s best guess. Despite his efforts to recalibrate it, his internal clock remained hopelessly desynchronized from the standard passage of time.
He glanced at Arcade from the corner of his eye, but the time on his Pip-Boy screen was too far away to read where it rested on Arcade’s lap. Mr. New Vegas’ voice was muffled against his leg, already grainy syllables distant.
Arcade yawned lazily, Sol silently watching his jaw unclench and the scrunch of his nose that inadvertently pushed his glasses back up on his face. In contrast to Sol’s rolled up sweatpants, he had yet to change out his dark khakis and dress shirt. Still, the top several buttons were undone to reveal a slice of sharp collarbones and several platinum waves had fallen into his face, betraying a day of quiet lounging about the suite.
The rec room’s dim lighting painted him so softly.
Sol quickly looked away.
As the radio host’s voice faded, it was replaced by the rise and fall of melancholy strings and a woman’s soft vocals.
Play the guitar, play it again-
Sol groaned and reached for his Pip-Boy. “I c-can’t listen to this again.”
At the last second the radio controls were moved out of his reach.
“Hey, I like it.” Arcade’s mock offense was undermined by the laughter hanging on the edges of his words.
“No, you-” Sol cut himself off with a sudden lunge for his Pip-Boy. His fingers brushed the scuffed casing, but they failed to get purchase as Arcade laughed and lifted it out of his reach. Half on top of him, Sol instead wrapped his hand around Arcade’s wrist to pull it back towards himself. Arcade only fought for a moment before his arm began to slowly slide down.
Sol’s victory was short celebrated, his grin fading. His grip around Arcade’s wrist loosened without letting go and he could feel thrum of the other’s heart beneath his finger tips.
He willed himself to pluck the Pip-Boy from his grasp and settle back into his side of the loveseat.
Instead, he remained frozen, merely sinking down onto Arcade’s lap.
He was all too aware of his knees pressed to either side of Arcade’s hips, of his own shallow breaths, of the bob of Arcade’s throat as he swallowed. The air between them hung impossibly heavy.
When Arcade finally spoke, his words were a whispered sigh that brushed Sol’s skin.
“Can I kiss you?”
For a blissful moment, Sol’s ever racing thoughts were brought to a stand still. He couldn’t think, nor force his mouth to form a response. It happened too fast for the voice of reason that lingered in the back of his mind to stop him.
He closed what little space remained between them.
Arcade’s lips were soft, giving, though dry and chapped from the arid heat. Blunt corners of his glasses dug into Sol’s cheeks and rough, barely present stubble grazed his skin. He smelled of mild soap and pomade and something indistinct yet undeniably Arcade.
Sol breathed a contented sigh.
There was an inexplicable quality to those moments, the sensation of finality, of reaching a destination you hadn’t known to be searching for. Of coming home.
Arcade’s free hand tentatively caressed the side of his face, smoothing a thumb along his jaw as Sol tilted his head. Arcade then broke away, if only by an inch, sucking in air like he had forgotten to breathe.
Dizzy, Sol blinked. He kept his gaze on Arcade’s lips and watched Arcade study him in his periphery, bright green eyes as alert as ever.
A semblance of reality sunk back into Sol’s mind and he went rigid.
He was on Arcade’s lap, in his space, the taste of him lingering on Sol’s lips too sweet to be melding with the sudden bitter confusion.
Arcade’s hand fell away from his face as Sol managed to choke out, “Did I- you- we… just-”
Shaking his head in an unsuccessful bid to organize his thoughts and emotions, he scrambled to stand. There was no sense to the heat in his chest, only to the familiar panic welling in his stomach. The gaping doorway to the recreation room remained empty. It did nothing to soothe the burn of eyes on the back of his neck.
To kiss Arcade was to make a declaration he wasn’t sure he was capable of. He didn’t look at Arcade that way, he had never looked at him that way- had he?
Sol’s mouth was cotton and Arcade was looking at him with a hurt that he couldn’t decipher and people were watching, they were always watching, and-
“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
The next thing he was aware of was the slam of his bedroom door and his back sliding down wood as he slumped onto the carpeted floor. A long while passed before he heard Arcade padding through the hallway to the kitchen, the bathroom, and then his own room.
When Sol finally reopened his door the next morning, he found his Pip-Boy laid out gingerly on the other side.
#thank you for the prompt! <3#i've had this scene bouncing around my head for a ridiculously long time#i will likely use it in one of sol's sequel fics eventually#arcade gannon#sol tag#writing4nuclearwinter
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Ugh have dentist appointment- teeth cleaning- rescheduled for tomorrow at noon. which is also patch day. So anyway I planned on doing the Alliance Raid first thing at 4 am anyway as to go into it blind, because first day blind raids are the most fun. Well, to be most accurate my first step and why I logged out my character where I did is to buy the newest flowerpot seeds to get those started in my house so I have whatever the newest flower-themed accessory is as early as possible. Last two flowers have yielded necklaces and the three before that were earrings, so I’m betting this will be the third necklace and then we’ll return to hair ornaments or maybe bracelets.
Then onto Euphrosyne and the A-Raid story in Mor Dhona along with G’raha and the new FemRoe NPC (She’s a Seawolf using Face 2 because of course she is, SE never uses Hellguard Roe and especially never uses the Face 1 preset. I feel deep pity for players of other races that always run across clones of their WoLs; that’ll never be me). Not sure if I’m more excited for Halone or for Nophica, with Gridania as my starter city. I hope at least one of the raid songs uses a Gridania city theme. Still, nothing was quite as fun as recognizing the ARR relauch trailer music. EW really is the going back to everything started ten years ago and hitting the checklist of dangling plot threads. Speaking of which, lol that they finally remembered Noah, even if that’s not until 6.35.
Then depending on the time - and breakfast break- off to the First to pick up the new Custom Delivery client (I am so desperately hoping that Anden gives us an infodump on pre-Flood Voeburt. I want to learn every nugget of info about Mirror-Universe Ishgard that looked to be Medieval German Roes and Aura instead of French Elves. I love the glimpses we got of that place beneath all the faerie).
I’ll spoil myself for the new trial and everything else by looking at the new crafted recipes because that always happens, but MSQ with its new dungeon and trial comes last and due to the dental appointment will have to be started after I get back or possibly on Wednesday. Fingers crossed that the crafted version weapons are from SoS and not just the Weapon Trials and that the particle effects are nice. The Titania and Susanno have been really nice, but I knew that the updated Four Lords and Titania would look good regardless. Weapons are too SF/Gundam and ugly to begin with, so after SoS the next decent Trial gear isn’t until they start doing EW. Which, they released the Hades trial crafted weapons early, and it’d be nice to have that same glyph effect design but not purple and not directly connected to Most Loathed Character.
Wonder what FFIV references/musical remixes we shall get this time.
Also there’s the new jumping puzzle and prizes at the Gold Saucer and the new PVP map. Oh, and Island Sanctuary but that’s definitely a wait until Wednesday or Thursday.
Then, let’s be honest, weeks of Legendary Big Fish RNG Hell awaits me. At least the fishing log is getting more QoL.
#in eorzea#am also curious if the new gender-unlocked outfits will be worth it#and how much to care about the treasure map dungeon items#My Grandmaster Caster title took months and months of effort and one day the Big Fish title will be mine#after something even worse replaces it
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The Truth is usually treated with extreme caution and outright dismissal
Thursday, September 15, 2011 23:50
My dearly beloved daughter, you are now witnessing more details of the pain I suffered during My Crucifixion. Abandonment. Rejection. Isolation. Dismissal by the mocking wave of the hands of authority and especially from devout followers of Mine. Even My own apostles rejected me at My time of need. So you must not be surprised that this is happening to you too.
You were also shown tonight a vision of Me standing before My executioners to whom I had to listen when their vile lies condemned Me and the Truth of My Teachings. So too will you and My followers be treated at the hands of those who cannot accept the Truth or who find it distasteful.
The Truth, My daughter, is usually treated with extreme caution, outright dismissal and considered blasphemous at times. Never fear, for the Words I give you are nothing but the Truth. You must never be afraid to publish what I give you. Why would I give you untruths? Why would I try to undermine these Messages by allowing an untruth to enter them at any time? For this would be contrary to My Father’s Will. Even Satan will not be allowed interfere with these Messages, no matter how hard he tries.
As these Messages become more intense, they will become the subject of much debate and ridicule. Yet many will be drawn to them because beneath it all they will not fail to be moved by the Holy Spirit, which moves their souls.
In time, they, My children, will thank Me for helping them plough through the disarray of thorny brambles, which will block them from reaching the gates to Paradise, because without My guidance now, at this time, they would be lost. They would not find the strength to be taken safely through the Gates of the New Paradise, the New Era of Peace on Earth, which awaits all those who obey Me and My Teachings.
Your beloved Saviour and Teacher
Jesus Christ
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“Bridge of the Doomed” (2022)
Saturday, November 5, 2022 (23:32)
JEFELEN was pleased to serve as Executive Producer for Mahal Empire Productions™ on their latest horror feature, "Bridge of the Doomed" (in conjunction with Spicy Ramen Productions™), which was based upon the original screenplay by fellow Australian, Adrian Milnes, with direction and cinematography handled with versatility by Michael Su.
http://www.mahalempire.com/bridge-of-the-doomed
A virus has beset the globe, infecting the dead and reviving them as flesh-eating monsters. In a seemingly never-ending war against these hoards of ravenous zombies, a battalion of dogged soldiers positions itself to defend a strategically advantageous bridge and await the arrival of reinforcements to cross. But as the days and nights wear on, something more terrifying than the ceaseless waves of undead eventually reveals itself -- a savage monstrosity living beneath that all-important bridge may yet spell doom for them all...
Practical creature prosthetics and effects were crated by the artisans at V.G.P Effects and Design™. Distribution is being overseen by Gravitas Ventures™.
http://www.gravitasventures.com/bridge-of-the-doomed-2022
Now available digitally to buy or rent through the following reputable streaming platforms:
Amazon Prime Video™:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B0B8SKPYCD
Roku™:
http://www.roku.com/whats-on/movies/bridge-of-the-doomed...
Vudu™:
http://www.vudu.com/.../details/Bridge-of-the-Doomed/2152099
Verizon™:
http://tv.verizon.com/.../bridge-of.../GRAV1690000001407040
Google Play™:
http://play.google.com/.../details/Bridge_of_the_Doomed...
iTunes™:
http://itunes.apple.com/.../bridge-of-the.../id1649814013
Apple TV™:
http://tv.apple.com/.../umc.cmc.10ci9186ojqxrnfvx67xkt9rf
Playpilot™:
http://www.playpilot.com/us/movie/bridge-of-the-doomed-2020
Microsoft Store™:
http://www.microsoft.com/.../bridge-of-the.../8d6kgwz053xs
YouTube™:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hOi95qNrbs
Vimeo™:
http://vimeo.com/ondemand/bridgeofthedoomed
Physical media is presently being catered to the US market through Amazon.com, available on the following formats:
DVD:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BC9ZBMVW
Blu-Ray:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BC9Y7J19
No word yet on a localised Australian release, but I'll be sure to present updates on any such commercial prospect the moment information becomes available -- stay tuned. Promotional material by Trailer Den™.
#MahalEmpire #BridgeOfTheDoomed #GravitasVentures #AvailableNOW
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Monday, November 7, 2022 (13:31)
There's also this earlier alternative trailer to consider, taken from a time prior to my being promoted to Executive:
http://www.youtube.com/embed/kqC1-hQ7fZQ?vq=hd720&rel=0...
As opposed to the teaser I previously shared, which omitted my name entirely from the closing credit block:
http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=5393406890690403&id=100000634350634
These things have been known to happen from time to time, mind you -- egos need not apply in such scenarios. In any case, this promotional material is presently being employed to represent "Bridge of the Doomed" at the American Film Market with the hopes of securing wider international distribution...
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Wednesday, November 9, 2022 (23:32)
To that end, I hereby present the official one-sheet, with key art laid out by Mouine Omari, to keep a considered eye out for:
Thursday, March 30th, 2023 (13:31)
2023 UPDATE: I'm pleased to report that "Bridge of the Doomed" is now available to stream (with commercial interstitials) for FREE via the Tubi™ ad-supported content platform:
http://www.tubitv.com/movies/100000807
This is particularly exciting news because, unlike many of the announcements I make of this nature, this one pertains to content actually available to stream right here in Australia! Other territories too, of course. Physical media is yet to materialise outside of the United States, but watch this space for further developments there (and do feel free to watch the movie itself here in the meantime...).
Sunday, March 24th, 2024 (13:31)
2024 UPDATE: while in the process of conducting routine quadrennial housekeeping, it has come to my attention that the number of streaming options for "Bridge of the Doomed" has expanded to include the following:
Gravitas Ventures™:
http://www.gravitasmovies.com/.../Bridg.../ct6Z7iW8/DDgpugGX
hoopla Digital™:
http://www.hoopladigital.com/title/15613502
Xumo Play™:
http://play.xumo.com/.../bridge-of-the-doomed/XM0JKPUYKOZXVJ
Freecable TV™:
http://www.freetv-app.com/.../bridge-of-the-doomed...
Sky™:
http://www.skystore.com/.../2cced0a7-aab3-4d50-b214...
Plex™:
http://watch.plex.tv/movie/bridge-of-the-doomed
An authorised Australian physical release is looking increasingly unlikely at this stage, but at least there are a couple of digital options available to these distant shores...
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Pairing: Shinsou x Reader
Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW
Word Count: 4,049
Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right?
A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!
Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.
It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.
The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.
When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.
“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.
“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”
The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”
You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”
The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”
“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”
Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”
You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.
Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”
“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”
He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”
You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.
“So what are we going to do about it?”
You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.
Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.
The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.
Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.
You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.
“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.
“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.
“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.
Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”
“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”
Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.
“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.
“Yeah I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”
Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”
You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.
Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.
It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?
Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.
You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.
Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?
Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.
He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.
As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.
You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.
You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.
So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.
You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.
What am I going to do?
You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.
I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.
You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.
You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.
“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”
You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.
“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.
But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.
“(Y/n), talk to me.”
You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”
Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”
You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.
Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.
“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”
You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.
“So find some other guy.”
Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.
“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”
You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”
There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.
“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”
He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.
“Why do you go on all of these dates?”
You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”
“So?”
You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”
He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”
You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”
“Mhm,” he nodded.
The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.
Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.
You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.
“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”
And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.
After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.
“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”
“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.
He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”
You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.
He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.
You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.
Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.
Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.
You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”
He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.
He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.
You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.
Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.
Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.
Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.
You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.
He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.
“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”
And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.
Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.
“We should clean up.”
“After snuggles,” he yawned.
You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”
“Hm?”
“For us?”
Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”
You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”
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Compounding Catastrophies
It wasn’t the best day ever, but, between getting away from his bully and hanging out with his friends, it had at least been okay. How did it go so wrong?
(Prompt “Kitties, cats, purrs, and meows!” From @catalystofthesoul )
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“Now don’t forget, class. We have a test on Monday and the first draft of your Call of the Wild analysis paper is due on Thursday,” Lancer announced to Danny’s class. Most of them, including Danny himself, had their eyes glued to the clock as the hands slowly clicked towards the long awaited end of the day. With all of his things shoved into his bag, Danny sat with his leg bouncing impatiently beneath the desk and one hand braced on top ready to jump up as soon as the bell rang so he could, hopefully, avoid the worst of the hallway congestion and get out of the school before Dash, the freshman bully, found him.
Three.
Two.
Danny bolted towards the door as soon as the bell rang. Keeping an eye out for the more strict teachers, Danny sped towards his locker with his backpack slung over one arm for easy removal. No Dash yet.
Skidding to a stop in front of his locker, Danny sped through the code, “Seventeen, thirty-five, nine,” he recited as he twisted the dial lock. The door popped open with a metallic shudder as he whipped off his backpack and started shoving the things he needed for the weekend’s homework inside. Math book, history, Call of the—
“Hey Danny.” Danny startled violently, practically throwing his backpack full of books into Tucker’s chest when the other boy spoke directly into his ear.
“Tucker!” Danny yelled, snatching his bag back out of his friend’s arms as Tucker laughed.
“Come on dude, lighten up. It’s the weekend!”
“I can’t,” Danny hissed looking around before going back to shoving books in his bag. “Dash got a bad grade in Math and I managed to get away at the end of class so he’s probably still looking for me.” Tucker winced, looking around as well before grabbing Danny’s bag and holding it open for him to shovel faster. As soon as he had everything, Danny slammed his locker shut and the two of them skittered towards the front exit.
“Woah, where’s the fire,” Sam snarked as she joined them a couple halls down.
“Dash got a bad grade in math and is looking to take it out on Danny,” Tucker explained as Danny glanced down the hall Sam had come down. No Dash.
“Ugh. What a meathead,” Sam snarled, glaring out over the crowd as if the bully would suddenly appear, “I oughta give him a piece of my mind.”
“I don’t think that’ll help,” Tucker pointed out, “he might just take that out on Danny too.” Danny cringed, ducking down a bit further.
“Come on, let’s just get out of here before he finds us,” Danny urged.
“Fine,” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. Somehow, they managed to make it out the door and down the street without the tell-tale yell of “Fenton!” ringing through the air. Once they were about a block away, Danny let out a relieved sigh and straightened out of the uncomfortable hunched posture he had taken in an effort to stay out of sight.
“So, what’s everyone’s plans for the weekend?” Tucker asked, his own shoulders relaxing as Danny’s did, “I, for one, plan to watch the new Zombie Squad movie coming out on Saturday. Room for two more if you guys want to come.”
“Ooh! I heard they were introducing a new super zombie into the mix. Count me in,” Sam cheered.
“Sorry guys,” Danny said with an apologetic smile, “Mom and dad put me on kitten duty this weekend while they finish up their big project in the basement.”
“Speaking of the kittens,” Sam said, attempting to sound casual despite the excitement underneath, “are you going to let us come over and see them yet?” Danny scratched the back of his neck, frowning.
“I don’t think I can. Vlad’s not really bonding with them the way he usually does, so Mom and Dad don’t really want other people coming and messing with them. I mean, he’s been letting Dad hold them.”
“Seriously?” Tucker asked, “but he hates your dad. Wasn’t he sneaking into their room in the middle of the night to maul him, like, a couple weeks ago?”
“Yeah. They started putting the riot door down when they went to bed again for a while.”
“Wow, that’s pretty bad. But I thought that was…normal? At least for Vlad. Is that why your parents went and got the kittens for him?” Tucker asked, scratching his head, “doesn’t he usually just wander off and steal the kittens himself?”
“Yeah, but he’s been sneaking into the basement and gnawing on the wires to Mom and Dad’s big project too, so they decided not to wait for him to go looking on his own.”
“Did it help?” Sam asked, morbidly interested despite herself.
“With the night time attacks? Yeah. He’s been corralling them in me and Jazz’s rooms like normal. As far as the project? Not even a little bit. Now there’s six cats sneaking into the basement and gnawing on it. Mom said Vlad almost tore through one of their big extension cords— That’s why I got put on kitten duty even though they’re almost two months.” Sam scowled.
“Ugh. How did they not notice him chewing through their cords? Aren’t they huge? Why do they even have a cat, they barely take care of him.”
Danny shrugged helplessly, “I mean dad’s had him since college so they can’t be that bad.”
“Danny, I asked your dad when the last time Vlad went to the vet for a checkup was and your dad said that he ‘didn’t believe in checkups’. I mean, they literally let him run off and bring home stray kittens four times a year! That’s not good pet ownership!”
“She has a point,” Tucker agreed, “how many times have you gotten fleas now?” Danny grimaced.
“Don’t remind me,” his skin crawled at the memory of the tiny bugs crawling on him and biting. No matter how many times it had happened, he never got use to it. At least he had gotten better at using a flea comb. “That’s the good thing about mom and dad getting him shelter kittens, none of them have fleas.”
“You think at this point they’d start getting him, like, preemptive flea treatments. Or a flea collar. Or at least keep the flea bath stuff on hand instead of running out to get it every time,” Tucker pointed out.
“Mom said flea collars can hurt the kittens if they get too much of the poison from it on them.”
“But what about the stuff you put on the cat once a month?” Sam pressed. “they could just pick it up while they’re shopping.” Danny sighed.
“Dad says he doesn’t think that stuff actually works.”
“Of course not. That’s it,” Sam said, throwing her arms into the air, “we’re going to come see the kittens. I don’t trust your parents.”
“Fine, fine,” Danny said just barely dodging getting hit upside the head, “you can come see them, but if Mom and Dad say you have to leave, then you have to go.” Sam whooped and grabbed the boys’ arms.
“Come on, let’s go!” she yelled, dragging them down the street.
“Sam, slow down!” The boys yelped as they were forced to run to keep up. Thankfully, Fenton Works was only a few blocks away. Soon, though not soon enough for Danny and Tucker, they found themselves outside Danny’s home. The FentonWorks sign loomed high above them, buzzing cheerfully in the afternoon light despite not needing to be on at all. As soon as she hit the stoop, Sam let them go and turned to find them practically falling face first onto the pavement.
“You two really need to work on your stamina,” Sam said, eyeing the two boys as they panted heavily and leaned on the worn stone steps. Tucker made an unhappy noise between pants as he slowly slid to the ground. “Danny, keys?” she requested impatiently.
Danny pulled his house keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her before leaning down and tugging Tucker back into a standing position. “Come on, before she steals my cats,” Danny joked with a cheeky smile.
“Dude, she might,” Tucker joked back, “you better keep an eye on her.”
“Come on,” Sam complained from just inside, “hurry up!” The boys grinned at each other before charging into the house after her.
“Mom! Dad! Sam and Tucker are here,” Danny yelled as they took their shoes off in the foyer and set them on the rug beside the door. When no one answered, Danny just sighed and led the other two to the kitchen where his parents had put up their special ‘Vlad proof’ baby gates.
Sam squealed as the loud cries of playing kittens drifted out, practically bouncing as they waited for Danny to unlock the stupidly complicated mechanism that kept the gate doors closed.
As soon as it was open, Danny gestured for the other two to go in quickly before stepping in himself and re-locking the gate behind them. The sight that awaited him was a familiar one, even with the addition of his friends.
The table was pushed against the bit of side wall not taken up by counters with all the chairs tucked carefully underneath, leaving most of the middle of the room open for the gobs of random cat toys and pieces of random trash for the cats to bat around and play with as they pleased. The two cat boxes bracketed the doorway from the front like stinky sentries— a fragrant reminder that Danny needed to clean those out later. Vlad’s cat tree, a large structure with several perches of varying height and a couple different hiding spots made by his dad out of some of their older, failed ghost projects, was positioned right between the counter and the door to the basement, giving the cat a perfect view of anyone and everyone in the room.
Vlad was exactly where Danny expected— sitting on one of the lower platforms, tail flicking as he stared down the basement door— while the kittens scurried around on the floor below seemingly without a care in the world. Usually, or at least usually when he had stolen the kittens himself, Vlad would be right down on the floor playing with them or would at least have his favorite of the bunch up on the perch with him as he groomed them, but ever since Danny’s parents had started their big project he could be found glaring at the basement door.
Danny didn’t know how he knew that his parents were working on a new ghost portal, but Vlad had always been weirdly smart. And weird in general. Honestly, the kitten theft was probably one of the less remarkable things about him. According to his mom, he had once been a normal black and white tuxedo cat with yellow eyes, but after a run in with his parents’ prototype portal in collage, his fur had turned a dark reddish-magenta where it had been black and an almost off-white pink where it had been white before. His eyes had also shifted into a brilliant almost-neon red that practically glowed in the dark. According to his parents, beyond the color change and setting off their trackers once in a while, Vlad didn’t have anything else wrong with him.
The kittens, in contrast, were normal from the black and white color of their fur to the way they mobbed Sam as she kneeled on the floor. “Awww,” Sam coo’d, as she reached out for them to sniff at her, “they’re so cute.”
Blake, the only long haired among them and the largest of the bunch, was quick to jump into her arms and ask for pets. He was quickly followed by Flynn, the smallest despite his position as second oldest, as he started jumping up Sam’s back to bat at her ponytail.
“What’s with the wheels on that one,” Tucker asked, pointing at the kitten attempting to join Blake on Sam’s lap and failing as the cart attached to his back got caught on Sam’s leg. The kitten’s yellow eyes were squinted in displeasure as he cried loudly for Sam’s attention.
”Mattie was born without back legs, so Dad made a cart for him so he could still get around.”
“What are the other one’s names?” Sam asked as she cuddled and coo’d at a loudly purring Blake and no-longer-yelling Mattie while the last two, who Jazz liked to refer to as ‘the twins’, had turned their attention to tackling each other and trying to bite at each other’s ears as they fought for what little lap room was left.
“The big one is Blake, the tiny one is Flynn and the duo that are constantly tackling each other are Danielle and Jasper.” Tucker laughed.
“They named them after you and Jazz?”
“Yeah,” Danny grumbled as he walked over and started petting Vlad, who started purring softly and leaning into the touch even as he refused to stop staring down the lab door, “They’re planning on keeping those two since Vlad’s hitting 21 this year. I think Mom’s just waiting for him to drop dead one of these days so she can dissect him.”
“That demon cat? No way,” Tucker said, throwing an arm over Danny’s shoulders, “he’s going to live to a hundred out of pure spite.”
“Don’t call him a demon,” Sam complained from the floor as she finally looked up from the kitten mob, “he’s a sweetheart.”
“To you maybe,” Tucker snarked, “you’re not the one who woke up to those red eyes staring you down in the dark.” Danny snorted.
“You should have heard him scream,” Danny teased. “He woke everyone up and Mom and Dad burst in the room with their ectoblasters and everything.” Sam gave a bark of laughter.
“I wish I’d seen that.” Tucker gave her a faux scowl, leaning forward to retaliate with an embarrassing story about her, when the lab door slammed open, startling all of them.
“Danno!” Danny’s dad cheered, “guess what!”
“Uhh—Wait, Vlad No!” Danny yelled as the cat ripped himself out from under Danny’s hand and lunged for the door. Danny’s dad just barely managed to snatch the cat out of the air before he could zoom down the stairs. A low growl started in Vlad’s chest and Danny’s mom quickly grabbed the cat before he attempted to draw blood. The cat settled down with a huff, tail lashing but no longer in danger of biting someone.
Danny rushed forward and collected Vlad before his mom could start lecturing him on keeping ahold of the cat when the lab was open. “So, what was the big news?”
His mom gave him a look that promised a lecture later, while his Dad declared, “the portal is done! We’re gonna bust straight into the ghost zone. You guys wanna watch?”
The trio shared a look, each daring the others to respond first. Sam carefully unburied herself from the kitten pile so she could stand next to Danny and Tucker. “Uhhh, sure?” Danny answered finally as the guilt set in when his dad’s smile started to droop a bit. Vlad huffed in his arms, but obligingly returned to laying down on his cat tree when Danny set him back on his perch.
“Come on!” His dad cheered, excitement returning as he herded them down the stairs while his mom guarded the door from feisty felines.
The first thing Danny noticed upon walking down was that the lab was a mess. It was normally a mess, with multiple projects in various states scattered all over the place, but right now? There were spare parts and tools everywhere with no sign of any kind of organization while large cables crisscrossed the floor without a distinct start or end. The only remotely clean looking area was right in front of the brand new hole in the wall. The hole looked big enough to drive a car through and was lined with shiny metal panels. The outside was framed by a large metal arch with various devices branching from the sides. His dad practically danced across the floor while the rest of them were forced to carefully pick their way over to the one bare spot.
“This is going to be a once in a lifetime experience!” Danny’s dad boasted loudly, “Who wants to man the camera?” In sync, Danny and Tucker both took a large step back, leaving Sam the only one standing there.
She turned and shot dirty looks at both of them before turning back to Danny’s dad and offering up a wary, “Uh, I can.”
“That’s the spirit! Here,” he said, passing her a bulky digital camera with his face plastered to the side, “this is the Fenton Photographer! It can take pictures of ghosts even when they go invisible. Just snap some pictures when we get the portal going and any ectoplasmic horror lurking around should show up on screen so we can—”
“Hey dad,” Danny interrupted, “should we be putting on our safety gear so we don’t end up like Vlad.”
“Yeah,” Tucker agreed, “pink is so not my color.”
“Don’t worry Danno! We have all sorts of safety features packed into this thing. No chance of any blasts escaping containment this time!”
“Your father’s right,” his mom agreed as she stepped off the stairs to stand with them, “the size to power ratio on this one is much more stable. Plus I made sure that the ectofiltrate was in the filter instead of diet soda this time.” The pointed look she gave her husband did not go unnoticed by anyone and the man gave a nervous laugh as he scurried to where two large cables were sitting on the floor and lifted each by the plug.
“Ready? And,” Sam lifted the camera, “Bonzai!”
Jack slammed the two plugs together. The trio tensed up. A moment passed.
Two.
Three.
Jack’s shoulders slumped. Maddie hummed, eyes narrowed as she grabbed one end of the wire and stared following it back towards the wall and then into the sub basement. “I found the issue,” she sang, “it wasn’t plugged into the generator.” The lab was suddenly filled with the sound of whirring machinery and the clicking of panels sliding into place. Sam brought the camera back up from where she had lowered it after the first failed start. A low buzzing started, the frequency rumbling through their chests. Danny and Tucker moved a little closer to each other, placing themselves just behind Sam in the process— something Danny knew she would have commented on had she not been otherwise occupied.
Danny flinched as a bright green spark flashed into being, arcing across the portal frame. He could hear Sam taking pictures as the spark left a line in its wake that was slowly growing in size. Danny could feel something buzzing along his skin. Then, all of a sudden, there was a soft popping noise and the light disappeared, leaving the portal frame empty.
Danny winced as his parent’s shoulders immediately slumped. His mom darted over to the counter where papers were scattered haphazardly. “How did it not work, I went over the calculations at least twenty times. Why didn’t it work?”
Danny watched quietly as his dad walked over, slung an arm over her shoulders, and the two of them started talking quietly. Danny, Sam, and Tucker shifted and glanced between each other.
“Should we…” Tucker asked looking pointedly towards the door. Danny nodded.
“Hold on,” Sam muttered as they started towards the stairs. Then, raising her voice, she asked, “Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what do you want me to do with the camera?”
“The camera!” Danny’s dad cheered, pulling the device from her hands. “Maybe there’s something on here!” Danny watched with baited breath as his parents leaned over the camera and slowly scrolled through each picture— their shoulders going lower and lower as their faces radiated disappointment. Finally, Danny’s dad tossed the camera back to Sam, totally defeated.
“I don’t know what happened,” he said, turning and frowning at the portal frame, “maybe… we just need to take a step back and re-think some things.” He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck as he started slowly trudging back to the stairs. “I’m gong to go get something to eat, maybe take a nap.”
“I’ll join you,” Danny’s mom agreed, voice soft. As the duo climbed the stairs and left the basement, his mom’s voice drifted down, “There has to be something we’re missing. Maybe if we let—” The trio shared uneasy looks as they stood alone in the lab.
“Soooooo,” Sam said as she looked around the room, “should we, like, unplug it or something?”
“Maybe?” Danny answered as he scratched at his neck. He really wasn’t sure what his parents would want them to do. “I don’t know if—”
Danny froze. In their disappointment, his parents had left the door ajar— a fact Danny suddenly became very aware of when the door burst open, letting in light from the kitchen as well as all the cats. He burst into motion, scrambling towards the stairs, where Vlad had Mattie, cart and all, dangling from his mouth while the other kittens scurried after him.
“Ah, shoot!” he yelped as he tripped on one of the random pieces of machinery scattered around. “Guys, help me grab the cats.” Tucker, the closest one to the stairs, lunged for Vlad as the cat made it to the basement floor. The cat took one look at him and jumped out of reach before Tucker could make contact. Tucker hit the floor with a pained, ‘oof’. The other cats jumped onto his back and then sprang off in different directions as Vlad b-lined to the portal hole. He only paused to set Mattie down in the open area before going to sniff at the portal frame.
“Vlad no. Don’t do that!” Danny yelped as he pulled himself free of the hoses that had gotten wrapped around his ankle only to unbalance and fall back in them as Danielle and Jasper skittered right where his foot was about to land.
Sam, meanwhile, tossed the camera onto the work table and lunged for Blake and Flynn as they tried scooting past her underneath the table. For a moment, she manage to catch Flynn. Unfortunately, Blake barreled into her hands a second later, making her flinch back in surprise, dropping Flynn back to the floor. The two darted away before she could make another grab.
“Vlad Stop!” Danny shouted as the cat finished sniffing, led the kittens straight into the wall tunnel, and started pulling up one of the thin metallic panels that lined the space. Kicking away the spare parts around him, Danny jumped to his feet and ran for the jumpsuit locker. He quickly donned his white and black protective gear before darting in after them. Grabbing Vlad, who growled loudly, Danny practically threw him into Sam’s arms before turning to grab the kittens.
His foot came down on something warm and wiggling and Danny threw himself back before he could crush Flynn. He threw out his arm in an attempt to regain balance, trying brace against the wall.
Something small and round depressed beneath his hand.
The whirling of machinery was his only warning before something cold and sharp and foreign slammed through every inch of his being. The last thing he heard before passing out was the sound of screaming.
-x-X-x-X-x-
When he woke again, it was to the familiar feeling of a rough tongue rasping over his face. Danny groaned. Every inch of his body was sore and painful and, despite the blankets wrapped around him, he was freezing. The only spots he was warm were the places he could feel little sleeping bodies tucked in next to him and the large bulk of Vlad on top of his chest. Danny cracked his eyes open and watched him pull back, his bright red eyes staring into Danny’s tired blues as he meowed and started purring loudly in the otherwise silent room.
“Oh, so now you like me? You growled at me earlier,” Danny asked sullenly even as his body relaxed at the familiar sound. Vlad sniffed at his face. Seemingly satisfied, he leaned back on Danny’s chest and shifted over to start grooming the pair of kittens tucked into Danny’s left side. One of them, Danielle or Jasper purred loudly as their face was dislodged from his side by the grooming. He knew it was one of them because he could feel a cart digging into his knee, the tiny body tucked beneath his chin had to be Flynn, and Blake was kneading his hip. It was only thanks to the thick blanket covering him that he was saved from the kitten’s needle claws stabbing into his flesh. Danny considered moving and dislodging the cats, but his head was pounding and his limbs felt like lead. Even thinking about moving was making him tired. Besides, the purring was pretty nice…
With a sigh, Danny laid this head back down and let himself drift back to sleep…
-x-X-x-X-x-
The next time he woke up, there was no sign of Vlad or any of the kittens. He still didn’t feel great, but he did feel a lot better than the last time. He was debating between getting up and going back to sleep when his door opened up revealing an upset looking Jazz.
“Jazz? What’s wrong,” he asked. Her eyes darted towards him and her face brightened dramatically.
“Danny!” she yelled, running forward and wrapping her arms around him.
“Uh, Jazz? Are you okay?” he asked, patting her back awkwardly as she hugged him just a bit too tight.
“Am I okay? I should be asking you that,” she sniffled as she leaned back to look at him. Danny blinked at her.
“What happened?”
“What happened? What do you mean? You got hit by their stupid portal turning on is what happened! They’re lucky you didn’t get killed!” Danny flinched back a bit at her volume and Jazz’s face softened. “Mom and Dad were pretty worried when they heard you screaming. Dad had to catch you when the portal spit you back out.”
“Where are they?” Danny asked, looking around the room as if they would pop out of thin air. His shoulders slumped when he didn’t see them, “are they fixing their portal?” Jazz looked away and started chewing on her lip nervously.
“They’re… out looking for the cats. Vlad apparently dragged the kittens off somewhere while they weren’t looking. They got hit with the portal too— mom and dad think they might not make it since they’re so little.”
“What?” Danny asked, horrified. “But. They were just here a bit ago. Vlad woke me up. The kittens were fine. What do you mean ‘they went missing’?” Danny asked as he struggled into a sitting position and scanned the room once more. When no cats were apparent he became frantic, “they were just here. I know they were!” He went to shove himself out of bed when Jazz intervened.
“Danny, you’ve been asleep for two days,” Jazz said, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing to try and get him to lay back down.
“Two Days!” Danny yelped, eyes wide.
“Mom and Dad are looking everywhere for them, but you need to rest. The portal that hit you was a lot bigger than the one that hit Vlad. Mom wants to make sure you don’t have any weird reactions.”
“Mom doesn’t even like Vlad,” Danny cried as his body gave out and sent him crashing back onto the mattress, “she was gonna dissect him.”
“Look,” Jazz pitched her voice low and glanced towards the door, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. Vlad’s a lot smarter than mom and dad give him credit for. And a lot weirder. I’m sure he’ll be back before you know it, but you need to rest before you hurt yourself.” Danny sniffed, eyes wet with frustrated tears.
“Fine,” he snapped, rubbing almost violently at his eyes, “but as soon as I’m better I’m gonna find him.” Jazz ruffled his hair.
“I know you will little brother. Now how do you feel about some soup— straight from the can and warmed up on the stove.” Danny nodded miserably. Jazz sighed and ran her fingers through Danny’s hair. “Don’t worry Danny, I’m sure Vlad’ll show back up soon.”
#reader writes a thing#Danny phantom#phic phight#vlad plasmius#Sam mason#tucker foley#the clones as cats
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The Pact - Date #3
Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS
Word Count: 7.7k
Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?
Warnings: none, BUT THE FLUFF IS COMING DOWN FULL FORCE YA’LL
a/n: don’t forget, I taking your guys’ comments/reactions into account for this series, so please let me know what your thoughts are! of course, at the end we’ll really take a deeper look at all of the dates and what stood out the most, but I would love to hear from you about this one!! love you all, enjoy!
Date #3
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The more time has passed, the more you fully come to realize that if you have been that affected by two dates, you are in no way prepared for the five that remain.
Nope. Not one bit.
It was Thursday when Jungkook finally texted to check that you were free around eleven. Your heart leapt, finally. A date that you wouldn’t have to spend all day moping around waiting for.
So obviously, you were ready by 9. You know, just in case.
You’d been instructed to wear casual clothes, something that you rejoiced in. Donning your sweater with the word Harvard in thick blue letters spanning the front and a pair of skinny jeans, you felt right at home.
The boys never missed a chance to tease you about your Harvard sweatshirt, and for some reason they never believed your lie that you actually went there. Of course, that might be due to the fact that they were very much aware of your current schooling situation and it was most definitely not Harvard.
But hey...attending one of the top universities in South Korea wasn’t bad, either.
Currently you were perched on the end of your bed, partly due to the fact that if you went anywhere else you would most certainly just end up staring out the window at every car that passed by. Not wanting to look like a nosy neighbor, you’d confined yourself to your room to wait out the morning.
In the hours that pass, your thoughts are completely occupied by the two boys you shared the last couple of Saturdays with.
It would be a lie to say that you don’t replay the image of Taehyung standing in your doorway every night as you tried to sleep, his hair a fluffy mess and that cable knit sweater proving to be your doom.
Your thoughts were usually interrupted as you took your bracelet off and stared at it, imagining Hobi delicately placing each individual bead it it’s place. It’s when your hand burns with the memory of his gentle kiss on your palm that you finally set the bracelet down and let out a frustrated sigh.
Yeah...Jimin was wrong when he invited you to just think of these as nice, friendly dates.
He probably knew it, too.
“Ok,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. “Just...enjoy it.”
Enjoy it you shall.
That’s the thing that carries you through the waiting, still just breathing in and out and mentally preparing yourself for all that awaits you today.
You get so carried away in your attempts to calm down that the knock on your front door comes before you realize how much time has passed. Taking one more steadying breath, you get up from your bed and amble down the hallway to the door.
Pausing for a moment, you realize that you truly have no idea who might be on the other side of that door. The thought makes you smile. You’ve always loved a good mystery.
Cracking open the door, you can’t help but smile as the figure before you has their back turned to you. At the sound of your quiet giggle, they turn around, eyes a little wide.
A nervous smile in place, Namjoon leans forward ever so slightly. Almost as though he’s being pulled in by your personal gravity. “Morning,” he says almost as an afterthought, his voice low.
“Good morning,” you respond, throwing the door open the rest of the way. “So you’re lucky number three?”
“Well, you know what they say.”
You busy yourself with grabbing your bag and double checking that you have everything. “What do they say?”
Namjoon shrugs, his nervous smile growing until it’s bordering on giddiness. “Third time’s a charm.”
Indeed.
Once you’ve ascertained that you have everything you’ll need (you made sure to replenish your mint stash earlier this week), you’re stepping out into the slightly brisk air and locking the door behind you.
The sound of keys jingling near your ear has you turning to face Namjoon, who wears an oversized, dark plaid shirt that’s open to reveal his black t-shirt beneath it. The picture of casual coolness, paired with his dark wash jeans and sneakers, the look is complete with the way his dimples poke out as he holds up the keys to your eye level.
“Guess who’s driving?” He teases in a sing-song voice, making you laugh as you swipe the keys from him. As the two of you descend the stairs toward the car, you tilt your head to the side.
“How did you get here?” Then, turning to him with wide eyes, “You didn’t drive yourself, right?”
He’s quick to shake his head, pointing out a car that’s turning around at the end of your street and slowly making its way back toward you two. “The guys dropped me off.”
The thought of Namjoon in a car with some of the boys and the rest trailing after them in a separate vehicle is endearing, while also hilarious. “All of them?”
“Yep,” he confirms. “Every last one of them.”
As the car draws nearer, you see the windows roll down and someone with familiar black, fluffy hair sticks their head out. Like a dog pile, another head hovers beside them.
Taehyung and Jimin.
Oh, and there’s Jungkook somehow managing to wiggle in between them.
“We apologize in advance, jagiya,” Jimin croons loudly with a teasing smirk. “At least try to enjoy yourself.”
You snort, clicking the button to unlock the car and laughing even harder when Hobi jumps at the sound of the horn. He sits in the passenger seat beside Jin, who drives. The two merely wave before mumbling something to each other that makes them laugh.
“Where’s Yoongi?” You ask, frowning as you do a head count and not finding him anywhere. In response, a pale hand coming from what must be the very back row of the car worms its way forward to the open window. You swear you can almost hear his disgruntled greeting, but it’s drowned out as Taehyung excitedly speaks up.
“Good luck trying to beat me, hyung,” he teases, shooting Namjoon a sweet smile that’s at odds with his teasing comment.
Namjoon just shrugs, utterly unphased as he follows you around the car and opens the drivers side with smooth precision. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”
This encourages a round of ooh-ing that only serves to make you laugh even as you tuck away the momentary competitive side of Namjoon. Calm, calculated, and - if you’re reading that steely look in his eyes correctly - utterly in the zone.
Oh, you’re definitely enjoying this way more than you should.
“Drive safe!” The boys shout out amidst jeering comments directed toward Namjoon and his lack of driving abilities. With a final wave, they’re speeding off down the street. Once they’ve disappeared from sight, you notice the way Namjoon’s shoulders relax. He hurries over to the passenger side, hopping in and buckling up before fiddling with his phone.
“So...where to?” You ask, buckled up and ready to go. You tap the steering wheel excitedly, already feeling hyped up from the short interaction with everyone.
You miss seeing them all together. There’s a reason why you’re friends with the entire group.
“I put the address into the car,” Namjoon explains. “It should give you directions as we go.”
Arching a brow at him, you don’t shift into drive just yet. “So I’m driving us there, but I don’t get to know what the end location is?”
Smiling softly, Namjoon nods. “Exactly. You’re so smart, have I ever told you that?”
Scowling, you press the green button that appears on the screen and a warm female voice instructs you to drive to the stop sign and turn left.
You hum, pondering the slightly sarcastic question. “I’m not sure. But that’s definitely a sign that you should tell me more often.”
“I’ll make note of that.”
With a glance at the screen, you see the estimated driving time. “We’re leaving Seoul?”
From your peripheral, you notice Namjoon’s worried expression. “Is that alright? We can find something to do around here, it’s just-”
“No,” you rush to reassure him. “I was just surprised, that’s all.” It won’t be a particularly long drive, just over an hour, but you certainly weren’t expecting that.
Something tells you that there are plenty more surprises waiting for you today.
It doesn’t take long before the two of you slip into an easy conversation, Namjoon relating his latest experiences in his efforts to add something eye-catching to his studio.
“Like what?” You ask. “I love your studio the way it is.”
Namjoon looks over at you, smiling softly. “Really? I don’t know...I just feel like something’s missing.”
“Well, we’ll keep an eye out for something today,” you promise, relaxing now that you’re on the freeway and in the flow of traffic. “Like, do you want something to hang up? Or something to go on your desk?”
He shrugs, taking a moment to roll his window down and close his eyes as it runs through his hair. “I already have a bunch of stuff on the wall, and if I put anything on my desk-”
“Right, you’ll spill on it.”
“Exactly.” You keep your eyes on the road, entirely missing the fond look he gives you.
“So basically, you don’t need anything.”
He huffs a sigh, rolling the window back up and sinking down into the seat. “No, I do, I just don’t know what.”
“Mmm.”
“Hey,” Namjoon cuts, giving you a dramatic glare. “Don’t mock me.”
Feigning innocence, you peek over at him. “I’m not!”
“Yah, just drive.”
“I am!”
Despite the bickering, you can’t fight the smile edging its way onto your features. A glance over at Namjoon shows that he’s having the same issue, his face turned away from you but failing to hide the silly grin he’s attempting to hide as his fingers curl at his lips. It’s a habit he’s had for as long as you’ve known him, one that often makes its way into many photos.
“Prepare to take exit 14,” the voice instructs, and you make your way over to the far lane, eyeing the looming sign that will announce what exit it’s for. Once the sign comes into view, you give Namjoon a puzzled look.
“We’re going to Anyang?”
It’s not that you have anything against the city, it’s just that...well, what is there in Anyang that isn’t in Seoul?
“See? Super intelligent.” It’s the only response you get from Namjoon, but it has you rolling your eyes in an effort to counter the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you.
In a couple of minutes you’re turning onto a relatively quiet street, only a few random people mulling about, enjoying their weekend. Namjoon points out an entrance to a parking lot that you would have completely missed due to its hidden nature. Once you’re parked and dwarfed between the buildings surrounding the little lot, you jump out of the car and make a show of stretching your legs.
Namjoon mimics you, a loud yet satisfying yawn coming from him. “Hey, are you hungry now or are you good to wait a little while?”
You pause, internally wondering. “I think I’m good for a while.”
“Great.” Rubbing his hands together, he comes to stand beside you. “Let’s go, then.”
You fall into step beside him. “Woah, you still haven’t told me where- oh.”
The two of you have rounded a corner and now stand in front of a nondescript building. Its sage green paint is chipping a bit, giving it a rustic feel that is only accentuated by the gold lettering above the door.
Wanderers & Travelers
However, it’s not the homey feel or the tasteful name that has you stopping in your tracks. It’s what you see inside, through the large windows.
Without a single word, you step forward as though in a daze. The little bell above the door chimes as you walk in, announcing your arrival. And, as though the entire thing couldn’t get better, the scent hits you.
The smell of old and new books, some leather bound and some hard backed, dives into your senses and leaves you whirling.
The walls in here are painted some shade of sky blue, complementing the deep wood shelves. It’s quiet in here, the only sound being that of shuffling feet.
If you blink, you’re afraid it might all vanish.
“Oh! You’re here!”
Turning to your left, you see a woman with flecks of white in her hair, smiling warmly at you and Namjoon. If you’re being completely, honest, you’d nearly forgotten that Namjoon was there.
The woman descends the final few steps of the creaky staircase, keeping a friendly distance as she nods at the two of you. “You were right,” she remarks to Namjoon. Then, to you with a teasing smirk, “You look like you’ve never seen a bookstore before.”
You sputter for the right words. “I- yeah, but this-”
“Is no ordinary bookstore,” Namjoon finishes for you, a hand at your elbow. You can’t help but lean into his touch, momentarily forgetting the rows and rows of shelves just a few steps away as Namjoon involuntarily steps a little closer.
“Ah, right. Well, first thing’s first: I’m Choi Min-jee. And this is my bookstore,” she gestures to the endless rows of bookshelves, and you wonder for a moment how all of these can fit in the building. It looks so much smaller from the outside.
Min-jee motions for you to follow her, and she leads the two of you to the nearest bookshelf. “These books range in languages and age, you never know what you might find. This shop has been in my family for five generations now - we’ve collected our fair share of books and other antique items.” With a little wink, she steps back. “Take your time, and let me know if you have any questions. Oh, and the upstairs is open now.”
Namjoon perks up at this, looking over from where he’d pulled a book off the shelf. “Really? We’ll have to look up there!”
“Please do! I’m off to practice piano.” With that, she whisks away, leaving you to your own devices.
You stare after her in awe, mouth slightly ajar. It makes Namjoon chuckle quietly, he must know the feeling.
“I wanna be her when I grow up,” you whisper, earning a louder chuckle from the man.
“Same.” Namjoon heads deeper into the shelves, and you follow after him. He glances back at you over his shoulder. “This is my favorite place.”
“I take it you’re a regular?” You ask, eyes catching on a bright blue book with frayed binding. Pausing, you ease it from its spot. “Hm… ‘The Cottage by the Sea’.” You run my hand over the shiny inlay, a seashell glinting up at you. “Why do I feel like I just entered the world of ‘Little Women’?”
Namjoon snorts, wandering back over to you and gazing down at the book. He grabs the one that occupied the spot next to it on the shelf, the deep red absorbing in all the surrounding light. “You’re definitely Jo.”
“Really?” You ask, gently flipping through the first few pages and trying to find a publish date. “I always thought that I was more of an Amy.”
Namjoon looks appalled, tearing his eyes away from his book. “What? No. In what world are you Amy?”
“Hey! Don’t act like she’s a bad person,” You whine, bringing the book close to your chest. “She was just...trying to survive.”
Huffing loudly and obnoxiously, Namjoon heads over to the other aisle, peeking at you through the gaps in the shelf. “She got everything she ever wanted, without hardly having to ask for it. Are you telling me that you have everything you ever wanted?”
There’s a skylight above you, allowing the lazy afternoon sun to filter in and play with the lighter tones in Namjoon’s hair. He looks at you with his ferociously focused gaze, something that you had never squirmed under before but now find your cheeks burning as he doesn’t look away.
You sigh contentedly. “More or less. Look at me, I’m surrounded by books.”
Namjoon gets closer to the shelves, leaning down to be eye-level with you through the shelves. “So what’s missing?”
“Hmm?” You hum, getting a little lost as music starts up somewhere. You realize with a start that this must be what Min-jee meant by practicing piano, as the soft sound comes from somewhere hidden.
There’s a little smile on Namjoon’s face, just enough for a dimple to appear. “You said more or less. What are you missing still?”
Edging a little closer and nearly closing your eyes at the smell of leather, you’re tempted to reach through the shelf and poke at the little indent in his cheek. “Just your glasses, I think. I love it when you wear your glasses.”
The statement takes him by surprise, Namjoon’s dragon-like gaze dropping and a flush taking over his features before he steps back. “Hmph.” With that, he continues down the aisle, the red book still in his hands and the blue in yours. “I still think you would be Jo, though.”
“Why?”
The two of you match footsteps, languidly walking along the seemingly endless rows. You catch glimpses of him through the books, a soft dimpled smile on his face as he looks down at his feet. It’s enough to make your coy smile grow, and you clutch the book tighter to your chest.
Finally, Namjoon comes to a stop as another book catches his eye. You take the opportunity to round the corner and enter the aisle he stands in, feet carrying you closer to him. Just as you’re about to reach his side, he speaks.
“Jo is...well, for one, she’s a dreamer. And we both know you’ve got a lot of dreams in that head of yours.” He taps your forehead for emphasis, side-smile growing when you scowl. “But she’s a realistic dreamer. You’ve given up a lot for your dreams, but I believe that you’d leave it all behind if someone you loved was in need of you.”
You blink, unprepared for the genuine compliment.
“And,” Namjoon says breathily, sliding the book back into its place and turning on his heel to walk away. “You two share a tendency to be oblivious to others feelings for you.”
He keeps walking, leaving you to become a sputtering mess before launching yourself after him. “I- we what?!” You all but screech, wincing as you sound twice as loud in the empty shop. “I am not oblivious-”
With a triumphant smirk, Namjoon heads down a little slope that leads toward a sitting area. “Be honest with yourself. You wouldn’t have had any idea about the pact or anything if Jungkook hadn’t spilled it.”
“But that’s not my fault!” You defend, glaring defiantly at his back. “You guys had that under lock and key!”
Diving into another row, Namjoon looks contemplative. “Ok, that may be true. But tell me the truth: did you ever once suspect that...I don’t know, there might be something more going on? Even just once?”
You stand out in the main walkway still, frozen by his question. “Er…” Pausing to think, you squint down at the book still in your hands.
Of course there were moments that had your heart pumping a little faster and a blush rising to your cheeks. Movie nights always meant some form of cuddling, but you quickly just assumed that it was all part of the friendship. Good morning texts that made you sink back into your pillows with a lazy smile, or the little facts that one of the boys would remember about you always made you stop and wonder.
But you never actually entertained the idea. It all seemed too…
“Unrealistic,” you mumble aloud. When Namjoon looks at you quizzically, you walk down a few rows until something catches your eye. You delight in the fact that now he’s following you. “I guess I had little moments where I wondered, but it just seemed like wishful thinking.”
Stopping near the end of the row and looking up at the top shelf, you wiggle on your tip-toes trying to grab a book. Your fingers barely graze the spine of the book before a warm presence overshadows you and Namjoon’s fingers ghost over your own before tugging the brown book from its spot. Still pressed against your back, his light breathing makes the hair on the back of your neck tingle as he lowers the book into your waiting hands.
“Moments like this?” He whispers, hands coming to rest just above your hips.
Suddenly, you recall a moment from months before, when you’d been in a similar situation. The boys had invited you over for some breakfast on one of their rare morning’s off. You’d wanted some cereal, only to find the bowls on the very top shelf. Namjoon had come to your rescue, pulling the exact same move before awkwardly pausing and looking as though he’d wanted to say something. He hadn’t, and instead rushed out of the kitchen before you could even utter a ‘thank you’.
Turning around in his grasp, you can see that he wears a similar expression as before. This time, however, he looks determined to say whatever comes to mind.
With a quiet voice you whisper, “Who in their right mind puts bowls on the top shelf?”
Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he throws his head back and laughs, the kind of laugh that sinks right into your bones. All you can do is watch him, feeling like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him. Perhaps it’s the first time you’ve ever allowed yourself to look freely.
“Ah, so you did notice,” he whispers back. “You acted like nothing happened, so I figured I was in the clear.”
With a roll of your eyes, you’re stepping out of his grasp and taking a look down at the new book in your hand. “With you, Mr. Kim, we’re never in the clear.”
He lets out a low hiss, but lets you walk away. Not like you realize he’s not following you anymore, you’re idly wandering around while thumbing through the mystery novel. It looks like it might be an original copy from one of your favorite authors. One that passed away in the 1950’s, but still stands out among the countless authors that have come after them.
You’ve made it down to the small sitting area, where a large fireplace is crackling.
“Huh,” you smile. As if this place couldn’t get any better. Plopping down on the couch, you let out a sigh at how the cushions sink and welcome you into their warm embrace. Setting the blue book off to the side, you open up the brown one and begin to read.
You’ve nearly completed the first chapter - knees tucked to your chest as you lean against the arm of the couch - when you hear footsteps approaching.
Expecting it to be Namjoon, you glance over your shoulder with a smile. It’s Min-jee, who returns the smile with a knowing look. You listen closely and realize that her piano practice must be over. Classical music plays over the speakers in the shop instead.
“Namjoon’s gone upstairs,” she explains, coming to adjust something in the fireplace. “He said something about finding an item for his studio.”
You close the book softly, stretching before sitting up straight. “What’s upstairs? More books?”
“No, we’ve expanded our antique selection, there’s an assortment of desks and chairs up there, among other things.”
Making an ‘o’ with your mouth, you get up. “This place is amazing, by the way.” You hold up the brown book with an excited expression. “I found this - I think it’s an original! How much is it?”
Min-jee makes her way over to you, smiling softly as she recognizes the book. “You’re a fan of this author too, huh? My grandad used to read these to me back before I had to start running the shop.” She offers you a fond look. “Oh, and Namjoon told me to put whatever you like on his tab. So don’t worry about it. Take the book.”
She must notice your shock, because she places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. “He also told me that you might be hesitant to get anything because of that. But honestly, get it. And ‘The Cottage by the Sea’. That’s one of my favorites, actually.” Min-jee nods at the blue book with its golden seashell.
“Ah, he knows me too well,” you sigh. “This might be silly to ask, but...do you think it’s alright? You know, to just get them?”
Min-jee, to your eternal gratitude, doesn’t laugh at your question. Instead, she sees right through you, to the worry in your heart. The last thing you want is to take advantage of any of the boys. “It would make him happy,” she responds, watching your reaction carefully. You immediately let out a sigh of relief, nodding and picking up the books.
“Alright,” you concede. “I’ll get them, then.”
“Great! I’ll take them up front and hold them for you, if you’d like.”
“That’s perfect.”
While she whisks away your books, you follow after her until you reach the staircase. She nods encouragingly, and you head up.
Clearing the stairs, it doesn’t take long to locate Namjoon. He’s standing in front of a large wardrobe, inspecting every inch of it. The sight makes you smile, enjoying the way he’s chewing on the inside of the cheek.
“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re getting for the studio,” you drawl, making your way toward him. He looks back at you, a wide smile interrupting his cheek chewing.
“I mean...no, but look at it!” He exclaims. “It’s beautiful, isn't it? Honestly, if I moved some things around, I could probably make it fit.”
You reach the wardrobe, marveling at the expert craftsmanship. “It’s gorgeous. But what would you even put in it? It’s not like you take all of your coats to the studio. And you want your trophies to be visible, don’t you?”
This thing must weigh a ton, the wood is thick and the hinges smooth. “Hmm...no, but I can think of something else I could hide away in here.” The way Namjoon glances over at you with a sly grin makes you stumble back, red rushing to your cheeks as you suddenly become preoccupied with a very old typewriter.
“What would that be?” You venture, running your fingers over the keyboard. You’re waiting for his answer, which you’re sure will be a single word - you. However, just as he’s opening his mouth and looking like he’s garnering the courage to say it, the creaky staircase announces someone’s arrival.
At first you think nothing of it, but Min-jee’s voice is loud. Loud enough that you know she’s trying to be heard.
“I told you, we don’t sell anything BTS related in this store.” She says, and you and Namjoon share a puzzled look.
A couple of voices respond, but one in particular stands out as she raises her voice. “I swear, I saw Kim Namjoon walking around in here just a few minutes ago!”
Their footsteps are growing closer, and you suddenly realize that this is Min-jee’s way of warning you two.
Rushing over to Namjoon’s side, you look around frantically. “Is there another way out?” You whisper. Clearly the staircase is blocked at the moment. When he shakes his head, you’re about ready to suggest causing a distraction but he suddenly gasps.
Quickly and quietly, he’s swinging open the wardrobe and nudging you inside, quickly following. You raise your eyebrows, mouth opening to ask him just how this is going to help anything, but he allows the door to swing shut and presses a hand against your mouth.
Back pressed against the back of the wardrobe and Namjoon looming over you, the two of you hardly dare to breathe as you strain to listen to what’s going on outside.
“I’m pretty sure I would know if he was in my shop,” Min-jee is saying, sounding much closer now. “And right now the upstairs is off-limits, so please-”
“Look, I know I must sound crazy, but I’m absolutely positive that I saw him in here. I was just outside and he went up the stairs! And now you expect me to believe what you’re saying?”
You keep your eyes trained on the thin opening where light is streaming in, trying to see what’s going on. Namjoon, however, shuffles a little closer, hand slipping from your mouth and staring down at you. He braces his hands on either side of your head, needing to bend over a little bit due to the small space.
“For the last time,” Min-jee defends, “the upstairs portion of this shop is closed. As you can tell, nobody is up here besides us. If you wish to continue this conversation, I would simply ask that we do it downstairs.”
You bite your lip, looking up at Namjoon and about to whisper something about how Min-jee deserves a raise. The words die on your tongue, however, when you finally catch sight of him.
Namjoon is slouching a bit, and you realize that his hands are on either side of your head. His hair is slightly mussed, from what you’re unsure. However, that’s not what has your breath catching in your throat.
He’s looking down at you in a way that suddenly makes you aware of just how small the wardrobe is, and has you mentally cursing yourself for coming up here in the first place. Namjoon is looking at you, looking at you in a way that you immediately recognize.
Like it’s the first time he’s allowed himself to.
You watch the way his eyes follow the way your throat constricts as you swallow, the way they trace the slope of your nose and the dip above your lip.
The voices fade away as Namjoon’s fingers feather through your hair, light enough to make your heart melt. He does so slowly, eyes reading your own in order to see if he’s somehow crossed a line that he shouldn’t have.
You, however, are sick of all these dumb lines and boundaries that have been set. Somehow, Namjoon must see that, because he’s opening his mouth and whispering out what he’s been thinking this entire time.
“You,” he mumbles as he watches the strand of hair he tucks behind your ear. Almost as though to verify that this is real, that it’s actually happening. “I’d tuck you away in here, and nobody would find us.”
Breathing has become impossible at this point.
“No prying eyes, no invisible lines to make sure I don’t cross,” he’s tracing the line of your jaw now, and you don’t miss the slight tremor in his hand. “Would you like that as much as I would?”
His eyes land on yours, eyebrows coming together as he awaits your answer. You would smile if you could, but you find that you’ve turned to putty at his touch. Instead, you slowly nod before breathing out, “Yes.”
That’s when you realize that Namjoon is just as tired of rules as you are. Namjoon, the dedicated leader that always makes sure everything is in order. Namjoon, who constantly forgets things like his phone and wallet, but never forgets to say please and thank you.
Namjoon, who leans impossibly closer until you’re closing your eyes for fear of going cross-eyed. His breath fans across your nose, acting as your only warning before his lips find yours.
Light as a feather against your mouth, Namjoon kisses you.
As you sigh against his lips, you suddenly understand why kissing was prohibited. Because right now, all that you can think of - every breath, every heartbeat - it’s all saying the same thing.
Namjoon.
Just as your hands find their way to his chest and bunching up the fabric, he’s jumping back with a gasp and stumbling through the door of the wardrobe. You see his wide eyes, but you’re too busy standing there completely frozen and praying that nobody is up here still.
He looks around frantically, but looks at you with utter horror as the same voice as before pipes up from downstairs.
“See! I’m telling you that someone is up there-”
“Oh! Did you see that? I think I just saw him taking the emergency exit!” Min-jee retorts, and you can picture her frantically pointing out the window in an effort to distract the girls. “Hurry! He looked like he was running!”
The bell above the door chimes, excited voices fading as the group exits the shop. However, their timely exit does little to soothe the raging heartbeat pounding against your ribs.
“I- I’m not supposed to do that,” Namjoon reminds himself aloud. “Please, I’m so sorry-”
“They’re gone!” Min-jee calls out, poking her head up as she ascends the stairs. She spots you still standing in the wardrobe. “Oh, so that’s where you were hiding. Anyway, I’ve locked up the front, so we shouldn’t be having any more trouble with that.”
You can only offer her a weak smile, Namjoon still staring at you with that horrible, guilt-ridden expression, which you’re dying to erase.
“Thank you,” you say when Min-jee begins to notice the odd silence. “We’ll be down in a second, I think.”
Namjoon nods along, finally looking away to check the time. “Actually, we’ve got a reservation,” your stomach flips at the thought of sitting through an entire meal with his guilty apologies, “is there a way we can sneak out of here without being seen?”
Min-jee blinks, looking between the two of you but not saying anything. “Ok...um, yeah. The back alleyway should be clear, it’ll lead to the parking lot.”
Finally stepping out of the wardrobe, you look back at it with a glare.
“So much for Narnia,” you mumble, closing the door.
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Min-jee quickly places your books in a bag - Namjoon ends up getting the red one as well - and offers it to you with a smile. Automatically you reach out for it, but so does Namjoon. The second your hands meet you can’t help but jump, and the bag falls to the floor.
“Oh no,” you whimper out, feeling sorry for the old books. Before you can lean down to get them, Namjoon’s swooping them up and keeping a firm grip on the bag. He mumbles out a soft, “sorry” before following Min-jee toward the back exit.
The two of you thank her profusely for the day, and you promise that you’ll return soon. There’s no way you can leave a place like that alone for very long. Namjoon smiles for a moment, looking pleased that he picked a good place. However, once he catches your eye, he’s back to chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Slyly sneaking down down the alleyway, it’s quiet between the two of you. No matter how hard you pinch yourself, your thoughts keep zoning in on the way Namjoon’s lips felt on yours...the way he looked at you just before he leaned in...how perfect everything had been until he’d come to his senses-
You’ve made it to the car, and you click the unlock button, jumping back as it honks. Man, you’ve got to get out of your head.
Namjoon hurries to set the bag in the backseat before rushing to the driver’s side, opening the door up for you with significantly less flourish than before.
Knowing Namjoon, it’s eating him up alive. And there’s no way you’re about to let a kiss - something to celebrate, in your opinion - ruin the rest of this date.
Especially when it may very well be the only one you get.
“Namjoon,” you say, walking slowly toward him. His eyes jump up to yours, and you can already see that he’s hard at work trying to pretend like everything is fine.
“We’re going to be about an hour early for our reservation,” Namjoon admits, running a hand through his hair and immediately trying to fix it after. “I’m sorry for rushing you out of there, I wasn’t thinking straight. You can go back in, if you want. I’ll wait out here until you’re ready-”
“Namjoon.” He quits his rambling, red cheeks somehow turning redder as you stop before him. “I wanted you to kiss me.”
At this, he lets the door fall shut. “You...did?”
Wanting nothing more than to dispel the awkward tension, you laugh. “Of course I did! I’d be an idiot if I didn’t! So please...it’s nobody’s fault. So what, you broke a stupid rule-”
“And I’ve hurt the guys in the process of breaking that rule,” Namjoon explains, looking at you with clear, pained eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t me regretting kissing you because- w-well, that’s not the point!” Leaning back against the car, you follow suit just as a large stormcloud blocks out the sun. It’s going to rain soon.
“Namjoon, you’ve all found ways to skirt around the rules in some way,” you confess, remember Hobi’s sweet hand kiss and Taehyung’s forehead kiss. “Sure, you actually broke the rule, but nobody is going to hate you for it. Nobody. Least of all me.”
He leans his head back, closing his eyes as he lets out a long breath. “It’s just, we all agreed to give you enough space to make a clear decision if you felt like you wanted to make one at the end of all this,” he confesses, not seeing the way your eyes widen. Oh. “And I’ve completely screwed that up.”
Sighing, you squint as a fat raindrop lands on your nose. “Well, we’re on a date, aren’t we? People sometimes kiss- I mean, honestly, we could have done a lot worse-” Namjoon chokes on his spit at that. “But if you need something to blame, please don’t blame yourself. Because I love this date, and as far as I can tell, the kiss only made it better.”
He peeks one eye open at you. “Really?”
“Really.” You shrug. “And see? I really am Amy! I always get what I want!” You don’t add the fact that that wasn’t quite true with Hoseok or Taehyung. “If anything, blame the wardrobe. Wardrobes are wacky, anyways.”
Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes. “Blame the wardrobe? Really?”
“Yeah! Sometimes they transport you to Narnia, sometimes they mess with your common sense,” you give him a pointed look, which he avoids. “So if the boys get all upset about it, just tell them it was the wardrobe. I’ll back you up on it.”
Finally, Namjoon laughs. Like, the annoying little hyena laugh that he hates but you secretly love. And when he looks back down at you and opens up the door, he doesn’t look so upset about it.
“Be honest, would you have rather gone to Narnia or been stuck in there with me?”
You feign annoyance. “Ugh, just get in the car.”
From the way your stomachs were rumbling and the rain was pouring, the two of you decided to bag the reservation. It was for some posh outdoor restaurant in Seoul that Namjoon pretended to be excited about.
Which is exactly how you ended up going through the McDonald’s drive thru and bringing it back to your place.
“Aren’t you on a diet or something?” You ask around your fries, eyes not leaving the television screen. The two of you had decided on Gone With the Wind, completely forgetting just how long it was.
Namjoon makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, taking a swig of his drink. “Yeah, something like that. Today’s my cheat day, though.”
“Aw, you decided to spend your cheat day with me?” You tease. Namjoon rolls his eyes, finally deciding that maybe you really are Amy from Little Women. However, he can’t fight the feeling that he’s the Laurie to your Jo.
Not that he’ll be telling you that anytime soon. He’s certainly done enough today.
“More like our date happened to fall on my cheat day,” he bites back. “And I heard that they have really good cheesecake at that restaurant we bailed on.”
You hesitate before taking another bite of your food. “Should we have gone? They probably would’ve given us our food to go if we didn’t want to sit under the umbrellas. I feel bad, you made reservations and everything.”
Namjoon shrugs. “No, this is way better.” He holds up his McFlurry for emphasis. “They even had the cheesecake McFlurry back in season! Coincidence?”
“I think not!”
You both chuckle before falling back into the companionable silence you’d been in before. Over the course of the drive back to Seoul, you’d taken your time, stopping at a handful of little parks along the way. Namjoon had imitated the ducks before realizing how silly he looked, then hiding behind his hands for a solid five minutes before he could look you in the eyes again. Overall, it had been calm and relaxing.
As you watch Scarlett O’Hara flirting it up with different suitors on the screen, you can’t help but wonder if that’s you.
Sure, Gina told you back at the haunted house to just enjoy it. Chances are it was all just a phase, anyways. There was all of this romantic tension between you and the boys that would naturally fade away as their curiosity diminished after their dates.
At least, that’s what you assumed. However you’re quickly coming to realize that you’re a little out of depth here.
“You alright over there?” Namjoon asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “You have your thinking face on.”
You blink. “I have a thinking face?”
“Of course,” Namjoon replies as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You gonna tell me what’s got you so stressed?”
“No,” you say a little too quickly. “I’m just...thinking about the movie.” Not entirely a lie.
You know he won’t push it if you don’t want to talk about it, but you take a little bit of enjoyment in the way his lip pouts out. “Alright, if you say so.”
Only a few more minutes pass before he speaks up again, sounding a little hesitant. “You know that this is a long movie…”
“Oh, should we end it here?” You ask, a little disappointed because you were just getting to one of your favorite parts. “You don’t need to feel like you have to stay-”
“No, not that. I’m gonna finish the movie. It’s just,” he wipes his fingers off on a spare napkin before scooting a little closer to you. “Long movies call for cuddling, don’t you think?”
You nearly choke on your saliva. “You- you, as in Kim Namjoon, want to cuddle? You’re into cuddling?”
He laughs, tugging on your arm until you give in and collapse against his side. You hope that your content sigh isn’t too noticeable when he drapes an arm around your shoulder. “It just depends sometimes. But yes, I am. At the appropriate times.”
“Ah, and long movies-”
“Are the epitome of the appropriate time,” he explains, lightly pinching your arm when you let out a wry laugh.
“Hey!” You cry out, only to be shushed by him.
“Shhh, I’m trying to watch this.”
You just can’t find it in you to be annoyed.
You’re asleep before the film is over, despite the fact that the sun barely went down. Something about having a full stomach and leaning your head on Namjoon’s shoulder just lulled you right to sleep.
You stir a little when Namjoon fidgets, pulling his phone out to call someone. His voice is deep and quiet, trying not to wake you.
“Hey, can you pick me up now?”
Despite your half-asleep state, you crack a smile. It’s quiet, but you can hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone.
“Yeah, I’m close to there right now. Be there in a couple minutes. You’re at her apartment, right?”
“Thanks. Yeah, she’s conked out on the couch.”
There’s a laugh ringing through the phone. “Cute. Make sure she rests up, she’ll need it for our date next week.”
Namjoon sighs, not quite annoyed but not exactly pleased, either. “Yah, just hurry over.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you think I should wake her up to say goodbye?”
“Your call. But I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna give her a kiss goodbye. If she’s that tired, I’d just let her sleep.”
Your cheeks involuntarily turn red, and you can only imagine the way Namjoon looks right now. It’s his silence that gives him away.
“Hyung...what-”
“Text me when you get here,” Namjoon says, and suddenly the call ends.
Oh, he’s in for it tonight.
Stretching and trying to look like you totally weren’t just eavesdropping, you crack open your eyes to see Namjoon looking down at you with an amused expression.
“I would tell you that you missed the ending, but something tells me you’ve seen it before,” he drawls.
You chuckle breathily, yawning as you stretch your arms over your head. “Yeah, a couple of times.”
“I’m about to head out,” Namjoon begins, back to chewing on the inside of his cheek. “But thank you for going out with me. I seriously...it was just the best.” He smiles softly, and you wish you could have a picture of it.
Instead, you opt for nuzzling back into his side. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one thanking you? It was great, Namjoon-ah. I’ll have to read that book you got some time.”
He hums, returning the sentiment. “Yeah, we’ll do a book swap.” His phone lights up, but before you can see who it’s from, he’s snatching it up and jumping up from the couch. “They’re here.”
It’s tempting to not resort to begging him to stay a little longer - if only for the sake of his warmth which is quickly fading as he retreats to the door. However, you only pad after him, stopping him before he reaches the door.
“Thank you,” you whisper against his chest. “Tell everyone I say hello.”
“I will.” And with a rush of cool air, he’s out the door.
Gone, leaving you to stare blankly and wonder what just happened today.
And worse yet, what’s yet to come.
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Vending Machine Room-Kinda Lovin’ {Henry McHenry x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! it took me a little while, but I’ve finally come around to finding Henry McHenry attractive (and it’s here in full force!). thanks again to my good friend @safarigirlsp for feeding this newfound thirst. the concept of this fic is kind of inspired by that one scene in the Ted Bundy movie “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile” where they fuck in the vending machine room.
**now, I feel the need to say something before anyone reads this fic: yes, I’m aware that he most likely murders his wife (or a woman, we’re not 100% sure) in the plot of the movie. just because I wrote a fic about fucking him in jail or being in love with a murderer DOES NOT mean that I condone femicide (or fucking a murderer in general, for that matter). it’s fanFICTION and I’m free to write/create the stories I want.
it’s also implied in this fic that he’s innocent, which is not meant to imply that he is or “let him off”, it’s just how it is in this story.
warnings: smut. some fluff. semi-public/public sex. implied bribery of prison guards.
(possible) tw’s: prison. descriptions of prison.
SMUT under the CUT!
You look up when the visiting room doors open and your lover, Henry McHenry, is brought out in a belly chain and ankle cuffs. You smile as he sits down in front of you, trying to ignore the pang of sadness seeing him in chains.
“Hello, my love.”
He says with a kind smile.
“It’s good to see your beautiful face this morning.”
Your cheeks warm.
“How are you doing in here?”
Henry sighs.
“Better now that I’m allowed visitors. I’ll survive, as long as I know you’re by my side.”
“Oh Henry, I wish I could kiss you. I wish I could reach out and touch your handsome face.”
You say, sighing softly.
“I know, my love, I know. Soon, I promise.”
He assures you.
“I’m working on a little surprise for you, though. For next time you come to visit me.”
Your lips tug into a soft, genuine smile. Even here, when he has nothing, he still wants to treat you.
“You’re too kind, Henry.”
“Anything for you.”
He says.
The bell suddenly rings, startling you. The guards come over and seize him, forcing him back through the doors. You can barely watch as they manhandle him like this; it always hurts you greatly to see him treated in such a way.
“Until next time, my love.”
He calls after you.
You smile.
“Until next time.”
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It had been two weeks since you last went to visit Henry when a letter came in the mail. His cursive writing took you by great surprise, as he seems like one of the last people that’d write with such effortless technique.
My Love,
Come to the prison Thursday at 7pm. Your surprise will be waiting when you arrive.
Yours with love,
Henry
Your heart practically leaps out of your chest at this news. You’ve been wondering what Henry has in store for you ever since he brought it up, and finally, it was time to see what he’d been planning.
The greatly awaited moment arrives the next evening. You rush to drop your stuff off from work and change into more flattering clothes before heading to the Los Angeles County Detention Center.
A guard quickly pulls you aside when you enter, taking you to a room just off the vacant visitation center.
There, standing without any chains, is Henry. You rush to him, jumping up into his arms with a soft squeal of excitement. He catches you, immediately crashing his lips onto yours, pressing you up against the nearest wall.
“You’ve got ten minutes, McHenry.”
The guard says.
“Mmm, Henry.”
You moan into his mouth.
His lips trail down to kiss at your neck, and your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting back to allow him better access.
“My love, you’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty.”
You’re overwhelmed, still in disbelief that this is really happening, that his hands are wrapped around your waist, that his lips are on your neck.
“I want to fuck you, to pleasure you. Will you let me?”
He whispers into your ear, pressing his crotch against you.
You look around, biting your lip and nodding.
“Please.”
Henry grins, carrying you to the back corner, pressing you up against the side of one of the vending machines. He sets you down and you quickly pull your pants down as he tugs his blue prison-issue jumpsuit down, exposing his undershirt and boxers.
Your hand cups the bulge forming beneath the loose fabric and he groans, hips pushing forward into your hand.
“We only have ten minutes, my love. There will be time for this when I get out. For now, we have to be quick.”
He pulls the boxers down just enough to expose his length, which is already hard and standing proudly. You whine as he picks you up again and pushes you against the machine, pulling your panties to the side before lining up with your entrance.
His hips push forward, sheathing himself deeply inside you, a choked cry leaving his plush lips.
“Oh, Y/N...christ.”
You gasp, gripping onto his biceps as his hands keep your thighs apart and his hips begin thrusting. Your head falls back against the vending machine as your back is moved up and down against the textured plastic surface with each of his forceful thrusts.
“My love, oh, my love.”
He moans.
“You feel amazing, so perfect for me.”
“H-Henry, god, I’ve missed having you like this.”
You whisper.
A grunt escapes his lips.
“Me too, my love, me t-too…”
His hands grip the creamy flesh of your thighs, spreading them even further apart as he begins to throb inside of you. He holds you just below the knees, lips working against yours with unbridled passion, hips pumping faster and faster.
“It’s been s-so long, Y/N, I won’t last m-much longer. I’m sorry, y-you deserve better than this.”
“N-No.”
You tug his hair gently, jaw slack as you pant heavily against his lips.
“H-Henry...I have you, and that’s all t-that matters to me. I just w-want you.”
Henry smiles, kissing you again.
“Touch yourself, my love. I want y-you to cum around me first, before I fill your pretty little pussy.”
Your hand reaches down to tease the small bundle of nerves nestled in your folds, and at first contact, you gasp. Henry kisses at your slacked jaw while your head is tilted back, trying his very best to hold back, to wait for your orgasm before his.
But, as you grow closer, your walls clench and flutter around his length, making it more difficult for him to control himself. Control and impulse was already a difficult thing for Henry, but he was determined to hold out for you.
His efforts were rewarded when, a minute later, you were spasming all around him with a long, drawn out moan of his name...along with a few swears.
“Henry…fuck...yes...shit…!”
With your orgasm came his mere seconds later, burying himself fully into you before his ropes paint your insides. He lets out a series of grunts and growls as his hips false-thrust, stroking himself through his climax.
After he’s finished, Henry lets a shaky, relieved exhale out against the skin of your neck. He pulls out slowly before gently setting you back down on the ground, supporting you when your knees tremble.
He wraps his arms around you, shoulders shaking with soft sobs as he holds you.
“T...T-Thank you, my love. You a-are...amazing, incredible, absolutely p-perfect.”
“Oh Henry.”
You feel tears begin to swell in your own eyes as your hands snake up to the back of his head, pulling him down closer.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
His tremors come to a stop relatively quickly, like he remembers the time restriction, and he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand as he pulls his boxers back up, then his jumpsuit. You follow his lead, pulling your pants back up over your hips.
The two of you spend the remaining few minutes kissing, tightly wound in each other’s embrace, hands roaming each other’s bodies. It’s been so long since Henry’s been able to touch you, and damnit, it feels good.
“Time’s up, McHenry.”
Suddenly, he’s ripped away from you, and you reach out for him one last time. His fingertips graze yours for a moment as he reaches out for you.
“I promise, I’ll be out soon.”
He says, giving you a small smile.
“Until next time, my love.”
You smile, bottom lip quivering as you fight the tears so desperately wanting to come out.
“Until next time.”
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Pregnancy | Jung Jaehyun
Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader (female)
Genre: fluffy, domestic!
Author’s Note: v long! Also, thank you @dreamyclown aka @sunboikyo00 for helping me write this ah ha ha
Warnings: pregnancy! Child birth!
This was it
You were going to be a mother with the man you loved and married, Jung Jaehyun
It all felt so exciting and you felt closer than ever to him knowing you were going to be bringing a life into this world as a symbol of your and Jaehyun’s love
It made you really nervous thinking about starting a family, but there was nothing to big or small he wasn’t able to soothe or help walk you through
God he loved you so much
You two were entering a new chapter in your lives and it was going to be nine to ten months long
And he told you he was going to be by your side the best he could
A bit after you two had spent a long night together, making sweet love, you waited to see if your period would appear or not
To your avail, it didn’t but to be extra sure, you went to the doctors a little more than a week after your period was supposed to end
He knew you would be going to the doctor’s at one point instead of using a pregnancy test and he hoped to go with you, but you wanted it to be a surprise. But you didn’t tell him you were going, only telling him you were running errands while he was at work
Soon, you were happily able to leave the doctor’s office with confirmation of your successful pregnancy and now you could surprise Jaehyun
To start, you prepared dinner with his favorite foods but only a few dishes so it wasn’t obvious that you had good news
You went to the grocery store to pick up a few crabs so you could make crab meat fried rice, one of his favorite dishes as well as the things you needed to prepare takoyaki
When he came home was a challenge for you since you couldn’t contain your excitement to see how he would react
Jaehyun had asked you about having kids before and he expressed how he would love to start a family one day with you
There was no one else he could ask for in life and no one else he would start a family with
You welcomed him home with your usual voice, restricting yourself from throwing your arms around him
He came from behind while you were cooking one of the few last dishes, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you cooked, complimenting how delicious everything looked
With that said, he took a shower as you finished the final meals so when he came down, he had his feast awaiting for him
It was so hard to keep it in and you so desperately had to tell someone so you messaged your best friend about news you had. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you texted, you didn’t even notice Jaehyun as he leaned in the entranceway of the kitchen
When you looked up, he was already looking at you, admiring your smile, the one he fell in love with many moons ago and he still loved every time he saw it
“What is it?” He asked with his dimple on his cheek as he sat across from you in the kitchen
“Uh, I’ll tell you about it later,” you composed yourself as the two of you began to eat. “How was work?” You changed the subject
“It was pretty okay. Pretty normal as usual. How was your day? Did you finish your errands?” He asked as he shoved one of your mouth watering takoyaki into his mouth, savoring the flavors you were able to create while cooking
“I finished my errands,” you smiled, bubblier and a smile never leaving your face which made Jaehyun suspect something was up but he didn’t know what
He listened intently while the two of you spoke about your days and just talking about things in general and the thought of something being up with you soon drifted out of his mind, getting lost in the sound of your voice and words
After dinner, the two of you did the dishes together, settling into the living room to relax for the rest of the night
“Hey, Jae,” you peered to him as he relaxed against the back of the couch, turning his eyes down to you
He had his arm around your shoulder as you leaned onto his body, your head on his shoulder, your hands holding his
“Hm?”
“I love you,” your heart racing and your entire being, elated
And there it was again, his sweet dimple on his cheek as he smiled as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead
“I love you too,” he mumbled with his lips to your skin, his arm rubbing your shoulder, giving you a brief squeeze
“I’ll be right back,” you said as you stood from your comfy spot to which he nodded and latched his eyes to the screen
You went upstairs to the bedroom and pulled out the little gift you picked up from a store after your errands and brought the wrapped gift back down to him
Sitting beside him, he saw the simple, well wrapped gift, curious what it was and what was happening
“For you,” you said, simply handing the gift in his lap. He sat straighter, confused as what this could be. It wasn’t his birthday nor was it your anniversary anytime soon since it had passed last month
“What is it?” He asked holding the strange object in his lap
“Just open it,” you smiled. He did as you were told and unwrapped the wrapping paper, revealing the cover to his favorite childhood story. He had told you once about how he wished to find a copy but it unfortunately was hard to find and expensive for one to be in good condition
“Oh my god, where did you find this?” He asked as he looked at the front and back, his mind not believing he was finally seeing this book again after so many years and in decent condition too
his childhood memories of his father or mother reading this to him flooding his mind, nostalgia filling him
“I have my ways, but there’s one more thing. Open the cover,” you said as you but your lip, unable to contain anything, feeling your heart pounding in your chest
He flipped open the front cover finding your handwriting on a note you had attacked to the slightly worn cover
“To Jae. You can reminisce in your childhood and read this to our...” his voice died off as he read the remaining in his mind, unable to process, looking up to you with his eyes wide, his hand covering his mouth
“Read it!” Your eyes sparkled
“To our future child,” his voice shook as it felt like his world was suddenly stopping and suddenly accelerating
“Are you serious?” His heart beginning to race faster in his chest, the tiredness he felt from work suddenly gone
“Yes,” you nodded, finally letting all the happiness out. Jaehyun suddenly went stiff from his spot, and took you into his arms when you stood as well. He took you into his embrace and spun you around the spacious living room, his thoughts so sporadic, he was unable to formulate any sentences
“When did you find out?” He asked as he held your hands, finally able to speak properly with his eyes watering, his hand shaking just the slightest bit from all the exhilaration he was feeling in his body
“Today,” you laughed as you reached your thumb up to wipe a tear that escaped from his eyes. “I went to the doctors to check on my errand trip.”
The night was spent in high spirits. Jaehyun let his emotions show as he held you closely all night, pressing kisses to you every now and then
On his day off on Thursday, two days since you had told him you were pregnant, he took you to your parents’ place and then his own, spreading the joyous news. Both parents were ecstatic and overjoyed, finally knowing they’ll have a grandchild. the day filled with being smothered in kisses and hugs, delicious foods, and love
Throughout the day, Jaehyun’s hand found yours, holding it dearly beneath the table, while he drove and he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Your family was growing, starting in your belly and his dream was now beginning to come true
You began to feel more tired and nauseous at night than usual and feeling more bloated as weeks went by, especially after eating any meal even though you still looked the same physically
Some mornings, however, you woke with morning sickness making you stumble out of bed to the bathroom. A few mornings, however, were very bad
Jaehyun did his best when he could if he hadn’t left for work yet. He got out of bed and squatted down behind you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back knowing this was the process you would be having to go through throughout childbirth but that process would be changing through the months to come
But it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle
He brought home snacks you liked hoping it would lift your mood, which it did, distracting you from the sickness you were feeling. holding you close when the two of you slept with his hands resting on your stomach as usual
He began to come home a bit earlier from work so the two of you could make dinner so it wasn’t just you. He took the doctor’s words seriously and he really hoped nothing would happen to you or the baby
His love for you was amplified. He wished he could stay home with you and just spend time with you with nothing to worry about or nothing on his mind but you, but work was a must
If he worked hard now, this meant in the future things would be easier financially and life would just be simpler
Some nights when he came home early enough and dinner wasn’t too long, the two of you went out on walks under the sky as it changed colors right above your heads
He took pictures of you when you weren’t looking, keeping the memories to see you before your bump was to show
But most of the nights, he came home late
He worked longer and ahead, sure to call you when he could and let you know if he wouldn’t make it for dinner
Exhaustion began to take its toll on Jaehyun as well, going to sleep earlier, waking up but a bit earlier so he could maximize how much work he was getting done throughout the day
Mornings, he left before the sun was peeking over the horizon to avoid traffic and anything that could slow him down
So far since you found out when you were pregnant, the two of you made a trip to the doctors to check on the growth of the baby, which went by smoothly with nothing wrong so far but the doctor warned to not tire yourself too much
Now that you were within your fifth to sixth week, it was time for your first ultrasound even though you hadn’t even begun showing yet but it was scheduled by your doctor
You were laid on the cool leathery chair, leaned back at an angle with Jaehyun sitting beside you, the two of you talking about random things, how you were feeling. His hand never left yours
Everything went smoothly and the two of you finally got to see your baby in you even though it was the size of a bean
Weeks began to fly by as if they were nothing. Your symptoms were normal, you began to sleep more, eating smaller meals but more frequently since it felt like there was a hunger that was never going away
One morning, as you looked in the mirror, you stood in front of the mirror, looking at your stomach. You saw a tiny noticeable difference in the size of your stomach but you couldn’t tell if it was from weight gain or if you were finally beginning to show
But it was also roughly around your 16th week so there was a possibility
“Breakfast is ready,” Jaehyun peeked his head into the bathroom as you stood facing him, looking at your side in the mirror. “Is something wrong?” He asked stepping in, trying to read your face as you held your stomach
“No, I was just looking at myself,” you said, eyes still on your stomach
“You look beautiful,” he said as he stood behind you, now looking at you through the mirror. “My lovely wife,” his voice deep and rich in your ears with the faintest smell of coffee in his breath
“I mean,” you smiled. “I don’t know If this little bump is me staring to show or if it’s just the weight I gained from eating,” you said as you placed your hands on your stomach
“I guess we’ll find out in few time,” he said, his lips ghosting over your skin as the sun shined warmly through the skylight of the bathroom
But as jaehyun said, as time passed, you got your answer- you really began to show. You could see the faintest of marks appearing at the bottom of your stomach as your bump grew
During dinner, whenever you found yourself focusing on something whether it be reading or watching something, you found your hand on your own stomach though it wasn’t too big of a bump
Around your eighteenth week, you went back to the doctors with Jaehyun for your checkup, the first one before you would be returning back next month
The doctor spread the lubricant on your stomach before bringing the ultrasound transducer to your stomach and there it was
Your child was already about five inches long in your tummy
“Would you like to know the gender of your baby?” The doctor asked
“You can already tell?” You asked, surprised since the abby was only so small in your tummy
“Yep, and if you see here,” she pointed to something you couldn’t make out since it was a strange shape. “These are its ears so at this point, if you would like, you could talk to it. By doing so, they will help your newborn feel comforted and recognize your voice after delivery.”
“Oh, wow,” you said. You had heard of this before from your mother. She told you to talk to the baby as soon as you could but you honestly never thought it would work
Especially since the baby was inside of you
“So would you like the gender?” The doctor asked once again, making the two of you look at each other but you two had already discussed this
“Could we get it in an envelope?”
The two of you left together with an envelope that had the gender of your unborn child that was to be given to your best friend for they were to set up a gender reveal party
Your families were all eager to find out the gender themselves as soon as you guys found out so they could prepare their gifts and welcome the newest member of the family
After dropping off the invitation, the three of you sat down and planned to all meet two weeks from now on Sunday. He gathering was close friends and family and a barbecue dinner for the main event
For the rest of the time and week, Jaehyun spent all his time with you, taking a few days off to spend some time with you
He brought you to a park for a picnic, making the two of you feel like you two were sweethearts still dating
He packed delicious meals he prepared without your knowing and brought you to one of the first places he took you after the two of you got together
He brought you to the park where he fell in love with who you were, where he fell in love with your soul and how easy you made it feel like he was floating on clouds being with you
His mind strayed to you, the way your eyes looked into his, how soft some of your features were, how strong others were. He wanted to see them again, to see you again
He wanted to feel the fresh air in his lungs when you were in his arms, how steady you could calm the storms of his life
Laid in his arms as the two of you looked up to the vast blue sky, a comfy silence fell upon the two of you
A breeze blew by, blowing through the branches of the trees, shaking their branches. All you could feel was Jaehyun and his fingers dancing along your skin
“Why do you want a daughter?” You asked. The two of you wandered about the topic about genders briefly but it soon strayed to other topics like how to decorate the nursery and items the two of you needed to shop for soon
“‘Cause, she’ll hopefully get her lovely mother’s features and personality,” he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And then I would have my girl and my little girl,” he voice fruity in your ear
Jaehyun’s list of reasons were endless. He hoped the baby would be like you and he could smother it with all his love he felt for you and hopefully her
“How about you? Why do you want a son?” He asked, nudging your shoulder with the hand he wrapped around your shoulders
“Like your reasons, I hope he’d have your dimples,” you smiled lovingly into his gaze as you reached up and poked his dimple. “And he’d have your soft locks. And also like you said, I would have my boys.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead
But all in all, the two of you didn’t care what gender the baby would come out as. It was the fact that you two were bringing a new life into this world that was your biggest care
For the rest of this day, the two of you did whatever you two wished, going with the flow of life and then came to bed after a calm day together
Jaehyun reminisced in his feelings for you, remembering how he fell for you, why he fell for you, and everything in between and beyond as if it was yesterday
With the moon high in the sky, you lay awake on your side waiting for your usual sleep to overcome you, your mind calm, mind pleasantly filled with thoughts about the future. Jaehyun’s hand was draped loosely over your waist as he slept fast asleep
But then you felt it
“Oh my god,” you instantly sat up, suddenly wide awake with your hand over your stomach
“What, what is it?” Jaehyun suddenly woke from his sleep at your exclamation, worried you were hurt or something happened. “Are you hurt?’
“No, I’m sorry,” you said with a smile on your face with no signs of hurt or worry. “I just felt the baby move, Jae,” you said, unable to contain the smile on your face despite it being nearly pitch black in the bedroom
You covered your hand over his, bringing it over your small belly. The two of you sat still, waiting, hoping it would move again until it did, right under the palm of his hand
For the rest of the night, you slept with your face buried in his chest, legs tangled beneath the blanket, his soft breath on your head while yours tickled his chest
Over the next two weeks, it was finally time for the reveal. The house was filled with friends and family all congratulating you more, spreading hugs, making small talk
Everyone was having a good time while coming in and out of the house, enjoying food until it was finally time. Jaehyun and you gathered in front of everyone who were anticipating the great reveal. Your best friend handed the two of you a large black balloon that contained confetti that you finally reveal your gender
As everyone counted down, recording from all angles you could imagine, the two of you simultaneously popped the large balloon, with pink confetti showering down over the two of you
Everyone was overjoyed that a daughter was being brought into your family. Jaehyun was ecstatic as he enveloped you in his arms, spinning you in circles
You spoke softly to your tummy as if you were conversing with yourself but it was really to your soon to be daughter
Jaehyun adored it whenever he came home late, finding you laid in bed talking to your unborn daughter about anything- the day, the things you wanted to do, the trips you wanted to go on in the future, everything as a family
His heart swelled hearing how excited you were when you spoke in a hushed tone as if you were sharing a secret. He was determined to make these wishes come true no matter what- even if it meant working even longer and harder
Your second trimester rolled by, bump getting bigger but so did your cravings and your emotions felt like they were being amplified. Fortunately, your cravings weren’t for things too out of the ordinary- nothing gross
One night it was cheese pizza, another night it was pasta. Jaehyun and you switched back and forth around this time between buying delivery and also taking the time to make things
He was happy to comply with your needs with ease, not letting you worry too much about anything. He was patient through your mood swings, cravings, and also your urge to use the bathroom ever so frequently at night, shifting the bed whenever you got up and back in
But he knew it was only natural. It was all part in the process in having a baby
Your wardrobe began to change, wearing more of your baggier clothes as normal clothes but you knew soon that you would have to go shopping for maternity clothes
You made your trips to the doctor as usual every four weeks with Jaehyun, spending the time together more and more
At the end of your second trimester, your bump was significantly different compared to the beginning. To help with your emotions, you opted to wear Jaehyun’s oversized shirts which looked like a mini dress with your bump barely peeking
With your baby girl growing inside of you and your stomach growing even larger, Jaehyun’s hands always rested on your stomach whenever you two slept, his hand able to feel the subtle movements she made as the space in your womb got smaller while she grew bigger
She was almost here and it was affecting your body. Your back began to ache but this was only the beginning cause you knew the soreness you would feel in your third trimester would be on a completely different level
Jaehyun’s mother came to visit, spending time with you, taking care of you and cooking meals for you knowing you were home alone while Jaehyun diligently worked. She talked about how overjoyed she was about her granddaughter coming soon
You couldn’t wait either since it meant Jaehyun’ and your dream was that much closer to coming true
Whenever you were alone, you found yourself talking a lot easier to your future daughter about anything, humming to her, singing to her, tearing up as excitement welled up inside of you, excited to meet her
Stepping through the door, he was met with the dark house, assuming you were already asleep. He let out a sigh kicking off his shoes, finally being in the comfort of home and knowing he would soon be able to feel you by his side
As he went upstairs, he heard the faint sound of your voice coming from the new nursery you two, mostly he, were in the middle of renovating
Peeking his head around the corner, he looked through the open doorway finding you sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the white room beside a little bookshelf, the crib still in the unopened box
He leaned against the open door soundlessly as you were focused on reading the fairy tale picture book in your lap. It was when you got to the end did you finally notice him and a soft look on his features, the corners of his lips pulled upwards
You set the book back and rocked in the chair when you finished, reaching your hand out to him to which he happily took, kneeling down beside you
“You didn’t read her the book you got me?” He asked pressing a kiss to your knuckles, rubbing his thumb over your fingers
“I figured you would want to read it to her,” you said. “It was your childhood book, after all.”
“I can read it to the two of you,” he said as he stood, his hand still holding yours. “I’ll read it after I take a quick shower,” he said quietly, the house still as the night as he grabbed the book from the shelf and led you back to the bedroom
You laid comfortably in bed beside him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours along with the smell of his aftershave fresh in your nose. With the lights on the headboard behind you two being the only source of light in the room, you laid on your side hugging his arm, your leg tangled with his
You listened to the story as he read it, his voice low yet also filled with exhaustion. You began to notice the bags slowly forming under his eyes getting bigger, telling him to take things easier only for him to insist he was fine
You had only heard the story a few times growing up, faintly remembering it but you began to realize why he loved it so much. It reminded him of his childhood and it was able to make you feel as if you were a child once again. It was filled with magic and adventure though it was short and sweet
It was able to make any child have imaginative dreams, letting their mind wonder what happened beyond the end
He rubbed slow circles over your tummy, feeling the occasional movement of your daughter. As he read on, you could feel yourself getting sleepier listening to his voice, your imagination filled with various images and creatures you’ve never seen before
By the time he got to the end, he looked over to find you asleep against his shoulder. Setting the book down on the stand beside him, he pressed a kiss to your temple, joining you in sleep
Entering your third trimester, Jaehyun’s oversized shirts were unable to fit without it being too roomy. Your back began to ache more, your hormones crazier than when you were on your period, and your cravings a bit wackier
Walking through the mall hand in hand, you noticed eyes of strangers on you, mostly smiling while others just glanced which felt weird since you weren’t so used to such attention
After trying on multiple maternity clothes, you opted to simply buy oversized mens clothes instead which also meant for Jaehyun to buy some new things for himself as well
You found yourself out of breath faster, discomfort in your body as the baby moved about, walking a bit slower, using the bathroom a lot more but jaehyun didn’t mind too much
Every now and then, he paused from his walking or purposefully walked even slower to catch more pictures of you but he noticed another thing about you he absolutely adored: your pregnancy waddle
He couldn’t control the smile spreading on his face as he looked at you. It reminded him of when he was first falling for you- you made his head spin with how you were able to make him feel so bubbly inside
While at the grocery store, you picked out the things you wanted but like the mall, you noticed eyes on you, making you feel a little nervous as well as people moving out of the way so they don’t bump into you
You weren’t too shy but having all these eyes on you especially when you felt so big made you feel insecure. Your hand found the bottom of Jaehyun’s shirt and you held onto it, following him around the store like a child
You couldn’t wait to go home and just wear one of the new shirts you got
At night, you began to sleep with a pillow in between your legs but sleep also began to become a hassle as your daughter relentlessly kicked or elbowed, making you hiss in sharp pain
Instead of seeing the doctor every four weeks, you began to see the doctor every two weeks but Jaehyun was unable to accompany you to each one so your mother or his mother accompanied you instead
You weren’t going to lie. As you frequented the doctor more often without feelingJaehyun’s touch lingering on your body or hands as he sat beside you or as he left for work and stayed even longer, you grew lonely
You were only able to feel him at night at times where you were already fast asleep or when you woke up in pain, he would be fast asleep
Time felt like it wasn’t slowing down at all. You were already in your third trimester. Your daughter’s movements were occurring more frequently, pain in your abdomen pretty common now but this also made you emotional since you couldn’t do much except go through it all
The worst part was being alone
As low rumbles of thunder sounded outside your home, you laid in bed in the darkness buried beneath all the pillows and blankets
Your phone died long ago but you had no will to recharge it and no matter what you ate, your emotions got the best of you
When one tear fell, another one followed in suit and the cycle repeated until you were crying in bed, letting your thoughts getting the best of you
You knew it was pregnancy that made your body this big but you couldn’t help the feeling on insecurity flooding you from the inside out
The eyes on you whenever the two of you went on walks or out to run errands got to you. You didn’t like being watched but the thought of after giving birth scared you
What if you didn’t lose the weight you gained? What if you remained this big? What if this made Jaehyun lose his love for you?
“You’re not the same anymore… I can’t love you anymore…” You could hear his voice, hearing these words falling from his lips as he walks away from you, out of your life too easily
It made you whimper sadly into the sheets as rain bounced off the roof of the house
Then another horrible thought appeared in your mind
What if Jaehyun was getting tired of you? What if he was tired of working? What if he changed his mind about having a family with you and he thought it was all a mistake?
You never wanted to be a burden to anyone, especially to Jaehyun
It made you feel sick
You didn’t want to burden Jaehyun being pregnant which made him work even harder than he had to
Guilt flooded you as you thought back to how annoying you must’ve been to him these past months. How clingy you were, calling him when he was working so hard when he probably didn’t want to in the first place
But it was all the opposite. Jaehyun loved you unconditionally and there was nothing to change that
As he rushed home a bit earlier than he had to, he called and messaged your number repeatedly only for his calls to go straight to voicemail
Panic began to flood him
He felt disconnected and it didn’t sit well with him that he couldn’t reach you, especially when you were a couple of weeks away before your daughter was predicted to be born
His mind went to the worst case scenarios
What if she came earlier than expected? What if you were in pain and he couldn’t help you? What if something happened to you?
He couldn’t bear the thoughts and tried his best to suppress them as he drove through the storm
Your pillow had a wet spot from how many tears you shed, your sobs muffled into the pillow beneath the blanket, unable to contain anything anymore
He attempted to call you repeatedly throughout the entire trip back home, only for nothing to go through. Everything went straight to voicemail and the panic was intensifying
He rushed out of the car in the pouring rain as soon as he parked it outside the house, frantically getting his keys out and calling for your name
“Y/N? Are you here?” He called out, hearing nothing in the dark house
“Y/N?” He called louder as he rushed upstairs, skipping them
He opened the door with his heart beating rapidly in worry in his chest
His heart dropped and a chill ran down his spine hearing your cries from the bed
“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby coming?” Concern was plastered all over his features as he removed the blanket to find you crying into your pillows
Seeing him, you tried to sat up as fast as you could, only for you to feel his grasp on your shoulders, slowing you down and also helping you up
“Are you okay?” He asked once more, trying to get through to you but all you could do was weep from all the emotions that was being released
“I’m sorry, Jae, please don’t leave me,” you sobbed into his shoulder, your voice cracking as you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your stomach and all in between
You didn’t even care or feel how cold his suit was from the downpour outside
“Y/N, wait. You need to tell me: Are you hurt? Is the baby coming?” He asked holding your shoulders
“No and the baby isn’t due yet,” your lip quivered as you spoke through the hard lump growing in your throat. You reached back for his form and he let you, taking you in his arms as well as relief washed over him like a cold bucket of water on a hot summer day
“Why are you crying?” He asked as he stroked your back. “And what do you mean leave you?”
“I’ve been annoying you so much lately with everything and you work so hard. You leave so early in the mornings and come home so late because of me and you always seem so tired. I’m sorry, Jae,” you bawled. “And I’m scared you won’t love me anymore if I don’t lose the weight I’ve gained. Please don’t leave,” you pleaded
A warmness spread in Jaehyun’s chest, a smile tickling his lips
“Silly~” he chimed. He held your face in his hands. Yours wrapped over his immediately, finding comfort in his hands as his thumbs brushed your tears away
“Don’t cry~” he cooed. “I’m working so hard for our family in the future, Y/N. You’re not forcing me to do anything and you’re not annoying me, okay?” He asked, his voice light and playful even
“And there’s nothing that could happen to your body that would change how I feel for you, alright?” He bent his head down meeting yours when they fell to your lap
“We got married and I vowed to be with you in sickness and in health, til death do we part, but even then, I’ll never leave you. You’re my best friend and wife, so don’t cry, it only makes me sad,” he gave you a kind smile
“Let’s take a bath, hm?” He asked. He was home early and he had the rest of the weekend off. He was going to smother you in his love so all your doubts and insecurities would feel like a distant memory
Dimming the lights, Jaehyun adjusted the water to the perfect temperature- not too cold but on the warm side. Bubbles covered the surface and he held your hand, careful as you sat in between his spread legs
He pulled you back into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder with his cheek squished a little on your head with his hands resting on your stomach. You covered his hands with your own, listening to the sound bouncing off the skylight
“You really won’t leave me?” You asked, still a bit emotional
“I couldn’t and wouldn’t even if I had to. You’re my other half, Y/N,” he pressed a long kiss to your temple
The two of you took this moment to forget about the world beyond the door: all there was in this time, in this world right now was the three of you and nothing could change that
Nothing could change the fact that you were Jaehyun’s world, his everything
In the later half of your trimester, Jaehyun took off from work on early maternity leave so he could take care of you, spending as much time as he could with you so you wouldn’t be alone, suffering through the pain your body was going through
The two of you went on small walks, cooked and made things together, watched movies
He insisted on taking pictures of you, the urge to capture you in the moment being irresistible. His photo gallery was filled with you and how ethereal you looked when the sun hit you through the bedroom window
His favorite was when he was able to capture the look on your face as you laughed holding your belly after he drew a smiley face on your tummy one night (with a vegan marker, safe for skin)
The two of you worked on the nursery, finishing it with the help of his father while your mother and you sat on the side, watching while upbeat music played softly from the side
Though you also felt heartburns every now and then, the usual hard jab of your daughter wiggling about inside of you, the urge to use the bathroom almost constant at this point
In your final weeks, headaches and backaches became the norm and you were ready for it to all be over as soon as she was born. Jaehyun massaged your scalp when he could which was quite often when you laid your head in his lap after dinner
Before he had his hand resting on your stomach but now it was almost always attached to your lower back as you waddled when you walked. He was cautious behind you when you walked up stairs and in front of you when you walked down, taking things slow
One night, laying in bed, you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen that started in your back, making you yelp
Jaehyun was quick to turn on the lights, asking if it was finally happening on instinct
It felt like something was tightening and slowly loosening up every now and then, making you unable to fall back asleep. You recalled what the doctor had said at your last visit of what would occur when you’re going to go into labor soon: contractions
You took deep breaths through it, sitting up on the edge of the bed, breathing through the things your body was going through
But it couldn’t have been time yet, so for now, you waited it out as Jaehyun sat beside you on the phone with a nurse at the hospital nearby
He began to time your contractions but so far, the only one that came was the initial one. It slowly felt like as your lower abdomen was relaxing, it was going away
To be safe and relax even more, the nurse suggested light exercise. You didn’t want to feel stuffed up in the house so the two of you went out on a walk
The night was cool and to be sure not to go too far, he slowly walked with you around the block, phone and car keys in hand, the hospital bag you were advised to pack already in the back seat
After a successful walk together in the cool night, Jaehyun and you returned home. You laid on your side after Jaehyun grabbed some of your pillows from upstairs as you slept on his lap
Throughout the night, Jaehyun slept lightly. His hand constantly massaged your scalp and played with your hair as you slept. In case anything were to happen, he would be ready
But as it got later and later, he eased into sleep when nothing seemed to be happening
The two of you slept in the living room, filling the spacious room with your slow deep breaths, his touch never leaving you
However, just as the sun was about to rise, the sharp pain returned, waking the two of you. The words from the nurse came back to Jaehyun’s mind as he timed between each one, holding your hand
You breathed deeper but the pain felt sharper this time and surely after one, another one came a couple of minutes later
He kept track of it, one after the other until it was a lot for you to take. It hurt a lot before the contraction relaxed back down, only to start again with the time in between each of them decreasing
He walked you to the car and strapped you in and drove off in the dark early morning, the roads still empty
He drove carefully with one hand while you gripped his other hand wearing nothing but your oversized shirt. You two were halfway there when you water broke
But you almost didn’t notice it over the pain of the contraction
Arriving at the hospital, Jaehyun ran in to call nurses and others who came out, carrying you out of the car and into a wheelchair
They hooked you up to things to check the baby’s heart rate and everything passed by in a blur. After checking, they confirmed that you were going into labor. They changed you into a hospital gown and you couldn’t remember much. All you could do was feel your contractions and the pain of them
Suddenly in a new moment, you did as the doctor instructed and pushed, your body being drained of your energy at a rapid pace, squeezing Jaehyun’s hand as he stood beside you, giving you words of encouragement to ignore your crushing grip
Your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, feeling so tired but everyone kept urging you. It was all so much all around you
“Just a little more, Y/N, you can do it,” Jaehyun’s voice was calm like the sun shining through a hurricane. “You’re almost there,” he encouraged, looking into your teary eyes. “She’s almost here.”
You mustered up all the energy you had left and pushed as hard as you could, not giving a care to the tears falling from your eyes, how you filled the room with the sound of your voice
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jung. It’s a baby girl,” the doctor announced to the two of you, holding her up as the nurses cut the umbilical cord and took her away
“You did it,” Jaehyun smiled, tears escaping his own eyes as he pressed a kiss to your temple
A different level of exhaustion took over you. You slept like a log as soon as you could, Jaehyun sat by your side the entire time with his hands holding yours, occasionally pressing a kiss to your knuckles
You woke to a strange sound from beside you, waking up to the dimmed lighting in the room, the sky painted various colors as the sun set beyond the horizon
Eyes still heavy and filled with sleep, you looked to your side to see Jaehyun cradling your newborn in his arms, his smile never leaving his lips as he looked down to her with such adoration in his eyes
“Is that her?” you broke the silence feeling tears well up in your eyes once again. Overfilled with joy, Jaehyun handed her to you gently, weeping himself, his heart swelled with the love he felt for the both of you
“She’s so precious,” he whispered, wiping his own tears away with the back of his hand
“She’s ours, Jae,” you looked up to him sobbing. You couldn’t control your cries, finally holding her after carrying her for nine months. She was finally here
“Hi, baby,” you cooed, your lips trembling as you spoke so quietly, feeling her chubby cheeks gently with your knuckle. “You’re so small, but we’re your parents,” your voice waved as you rested your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder
“You’ll be able to meet your grandparents soon, too,” Jaehyun added
“They’re coming?” You asked, looking up to him, your heart skipping a beat in excitement
“Of course, I called them while you were asleep to tell them. They should be here soon,” he said as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear
There was something different about Jaehyun’s eyes as he looked into yours. You couldn’t tell if it was because you were tired or not but you could feel the love radiating from his persona, oozing into the room
It felt like the first breath of air after being stuck inside for so long. It made everything feel light and nice when you felt quite the opposite laying in your hospital gown
It felt like he was on cloud nine
There were now two things Jaehyun loved unconditionally in this world and it was you and your daughter. His little family and nothing could change that. No amount of work he would have to do, no matter how much sleep he lost could change these feelings
He felt like he had found a complimentary puzzle piece when the two of you fell in love but now he truly understood what it meant to feel to have a complete picture now that he had the two of you
He couldn’t have asked for a better life than the one he was spending with you. Even in the next life, he wanted to always find you and be connected
“Thank you,” he spoke into your head. “For being the best dream that came true.”
~~~~~
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