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bunnliix · 7 months ago

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The Invisible Strings that Bind Us - Chapter Eight

This is a week late, but here is chapter eight!! This was really cute but also sad to write, because reader is heading home temporarily to pack up her life, so she can come back to Stray Kids and Korea to stay.

masterlist wc: 4.2k warnings: crying, the boys and reader being sad, cute fluffy moments but that's not really a warning? Basically this is a cute but also kinda sad chapter

A few days have passed since the boys’ studio day, and between then and now, it had been decided that y/n would head home the next morning. She still had to get her life in order back home, so that she could come back here to live with them. The tickets had been bought, and it had been decided that a week back home should be enough for y/n to get everything she needed to move halfway across the world, as well as ensuring that her bunny could indeed come with her, and that she could smoothly finish off the rest of her degree online. She had also worked with the older boys and the few staff members they trusted to get her a temporary soulmate visa, that allowed her to stay in the country for the moment, as well as allowing for a smooth return once she came back.

Neither she nor her boys were happy about her leaving, and oh were they vocal about their protests. Once she had announced her return to Canada, the younger ones were all over her, begging her not to go. Binnie and Chan had to pull them off of her, that’s how much they were clinging to her. Seungmin was surprisingly just as clingy as the others, and he looked adorable, even if he denied it ever happening once he realized what he had done. The boys had torn apart their closets, looking for clothing she could take with her, to remind her of them, since they’d all be feeling the strain of being apart so quickly after they had bonded. It wasn’t recommended for soulmates to be long distance once they had their first contact with each other, since it placed a strain on the soulmate bond, and eventually, the soulmates themselves. The boys weren’t as worried about themselves as they were y/n, since she would feel the strain of eight soulmate bonds, instead of just one.

This is also why, despite her protests, they hired one of their North American bodyguards to meet her at the airport in Canada. They were worried about the toll her body would be under, and because of that, wanted to make sure she’d have someone to take care of her should she need it. She didn’t think she would, but she gave in, knowing that it would help them feel better about her being so far away, even if it was only for a week.

These last few days, the boys have taken the time to make sure they all spent as much time as she could, meaning that y/n went almost everywhere with them, when they had to leave the house. This led up to where they were currently, y/n in the middle of the couch with the boys huddled around her as much as they could be, watching some rom-com that Hyunjin and Felix had argued over for almost 30 minutes.

“Why do you have to leave? It’s not fair. Stay here forever with us.” Felix whined.

“You know why I have to go, and it’s only for a week Lixie pixie. I’m packing up my life back home, so I can come here and stay with you all, okay?” She replied, ruffling the blonde man’s hair as he sat in front of her.

“Still not fair.” The sun god of a man mumbled, pouting.

“I’ll be back before you know it. And are you really going to spend our last night together for a week pouting the whole time?” She questioned him, to which he pouted more, before sighing and dropping the pout from his face.

“Nooo.”

“Good. Now, what’s the plan to spend my last night here before I fly tomorrow morning?” She asked, addressing all of the boys.

“Well, since we can’t all accompany you tomorrow to see you off, we decided on a sleepover here in the dorm so we can all spend the night together.” Chan told her.

“‘Cause only Chan-hyung gets to go with you tomorrow, company’s orders.” Changbin said, upset.

“You know it would be a bad idea for the entirety of Stray Kids to show up to the airport. Plus, once I’m back here, you can all welcome me back to the dorms, and maybe convince the company to let a few more of you welcome me at the airport.” She said, putting the idea into their heads, knowing it would placate them for the moment.

It worked, since the boys then looked forward to that instead of being upset about not being able to see her off in the morning. The boys had lent her suitcases to take back home, plus they may have snuck things into said pieces of luggage, not that y/n knew that. They didn’t want her going back, even temporarily, without a piece of them. Felix may have slipped more than a couple pieces of his clothing, without the others’ knowledge.

They spent the rest of the night setting up the living room for a sleepover, dragging out mattresses, pillows and blankets from the various rooms, plus the other half of the boys bringing their own bedding over from their dorm. The floor of the main room was covered in mattresses, but it made for the coziest sleepover y/n’s ever had. She was once again pushed to the middle of all of them, though there was a vicious fight over who got the spots next to her. Minho just slid in on one side of her while they fought, and once Jeongin realized, he took the place on her other side before the others realized, sparking a round of yells once they finally saw the two men on either side of y/n.

“Yah! That’s not fair!!” Changbin yelled at the two men on either side of their only female soulmate.

“You should have decided not to play fair then. Tokki is mine now, tough luck.” Minho told the younger man, wrapping his arms around her as he talked to Binnie.

The buff rapper pouts, falling onto the mattress next to the maknae, laying face down and not looking at anyone. Chan chuckles, laying on top of the man, who starts to protest but doesn’t win as Chan showers the rapper in love and affection, and the others, including y/n, coo at the cute moment between the two men.

Despite the original plan being to watch movies, that doesn’t happen because of Stray Kids’ shenanigans.They instead spend the rest of the night going from playing around to to cuddling up together to many many hugs and cuddles. The amount of physical affection, minus kisses, could not be understated. Y/n felt as if she couldn't escape the physical affection from the boys, not that she minded in any way, she really enjoyed it. She lived and thrived off of physical affection from others, and coming from her soulmates, that feeling was amplified by 1000.

Y/n fell asleep first, once again, both feeling exhausted from all the planning she’d have to do, plus the urging from the more responsible members to get sleep because she’d need it for the next morning's activities. The eight soulmates gathered around her, all of them touching her in some way as they curled around her in a protective circle. They weren’t ready to let her go, even if it was only temporary. They were scared she’d go home and not want to come back, even after she’s voiced her excitement to be moving here to be with them.

As the boys settled down, trying to be quiet so as to not wake their sleeping soulmate, a couple rounds of yawns passed through the boys, sleep starting to try and claim them. And it did, slowly they settled into whatever position they found comfy, most of them laying on top of each other in a bid to try and get closer to y/n, even in their sleep. This time Chan wasn’t the last one to fall asleep, Seungmin was. The vocalist stared at his sleeping soulmates, happiness in his eyes and his heart felt full once more, and he whispered his love for them into the silence that surrounded him, only for his ears to hear. He laid down, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep, feeling safe within the arms of his soulmates.

Time skip to the next morning...

The alarm to wake up y/n and Chan went off too early the next morning, it felt like barely any time had passed, let alone that anyone got a great amount of sleep that night. Chan jumped out of the makeshift bed after seeing what time it was. He quickly moved to his room to get dressed, before coming back to wake up y/n and the others, knowing they wouldn’t want to miss seeing off their soulmate.

“C’mon guys, time to wake up. Y/n, you have a plane to catch in a couple hours, you have to get up and get dressed.” He said to everyone, directing the last sentence to their newest member of their not so little group.

The boys groaned, unhappy that they had to get up, and y/n sat up quickly wiping the sleepiness out of her eyes. She groaned as she stretched, untangling herself from the pile that was 7/8ths of Stray Kids, and moved to head to Jisung’s room, where her luggage and clothing for today had been stored. Thankfully this bedroom still had a bed to sit on, since they hadn’t pulled Han’s bed for the mattress pile that existed in the living room. She quickly rid herself of the comfy clothes she had slept in, changing into the, admittedly, comfy airport outfit that the more fashion forward men had put together for her. From the look of the outfit, she wasn’t expecting it to be as comfortable as it actually was, but damn, she may just have to steal this outfit for herself now. They couldn’t take any of it back. Nope. It was hers now.

She was almost ready to head back out to the main room when a knock on the door stopped her.

“Yes? Come in, I’m decent.” She told whoever was on the other side of the door, which turned out was the owner of the room, Jisung.

He trudged into the room, clearly not ready to be up at this hour, falling onto his bed and nearly busting his head open on one of the suitcases. She winced, moving to check on him, only to be waved away and assured he was okay, it was just way too early to be awake right now.

“But if you weren’t awake right now, you wouldn’t be able to see me and Chan off to the airport this morning.” She reminded her birthday twin, who she could see pout at the reminder of why he’s sacrificing his beauty sleep.

“Why do you have to leave so early in the morning?” Jisung whined, dragging out the last syllable of morning.

“Because this will allow me to get a flight home at a decent time. You forget I don’t have just one flight. I have a connecting flight to catch after my flight back to Canada.” She informed her soulmate, sighing afterwards.

“You’re gonna be so far away. Why do you have to be so far away?” He asked, or well really whined yet again.

“Because that’s how it is Ji baby. I’ll be back before you know it.” She told him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he still laid on the bed.

What she couldn't see was that her words and actions left him blushing and slightly malfunctioning once again. He heard her leave the room, letting out a groan once she was out of earshot. Why was he so affected by her, he’s usually not this flustered by simple things like pet names and kisses. Sure, sometimes he does get really flustered like this, but fuck he feels like a teenager again getting flustered by being called ��baby’ by her.

Back to y/n, she’s pulled her luggage out to the main room, finding half of the men there, while the other three were in their rooms in this dorm. They smiled at her when she returned, though their smiles were sadder than she had seen.

“Why are you four so gloomy and sad?” Y/n questioned, a frown appearing on her face.

“Because you’re leaving us.” Minho answered for the group of them.

“I’ll be back soon though, and I’ll message you all every day I’m gone. I promise.” She told the four of them, moving to sit near them all as they were spread out across the mattresses and couches.

The five of them chatted, and when y/n talked about food and such that she’d miss from her home once she moved here, which then got onto the topic of nostalgia and then back to some of them begging her to bring her favorite snacks home with her. She laughed at their insistence, promising that she’d bring home a lot of snacks for them to try.

Chan walked out to the living room, the missing three following behind him, a frown on his face. Somehow, without him saying a word, she knew it was time to go. It was time to leave her soulmates for a week. Sure, she was coming back in seven days, but that’s seven days without being able to hug and cuddle and be around her wonderful soulmates. She sniffled, feeling tears starting to collect in her eyes as she looked around at the eight men she’s spent the last almost week with.

“Oh babygirl. Don’t cry or we’re all going to cry.” Chan said, kneeling down in front of her, wiping away the tears that escaped.

“I can’t help but cry. I don’t want to leave you all yet.” She said, sniffling.

“It’ll be okay tokki. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll come back to us.” Minho reminded and reassured you as he came to sit next to you.

“I wish we could sit around and talk more about this, but we really do have to go now.” Chan said, sighing as he stood back up, arms reaching out to pull you up off of the mattress.

As soon as you were standing up by yourself, Hyunjin came over to hug you, burying his face in your neck, whispering to you how much he would miss you while you were gone. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close, one hand rubbing his back as you comforted him. After a couple minutes, he pulled back, looking at you with tears in his eyes, and you moved a hand off of his waist to brush them away.

“It’s okay Jinnie, I’ll be back before you know it. We can facetime any time you want.” She told him, before pulling back from his embrace.

“I’m gonna miss you, you better be safe while I can’t protect you.” He told her, looking directly into her eyes, his expression and voice conveying the seriousness of his words.

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry Binnie.” She replied.

He kissed the top of her head, and only when Minho came to stand next to both of them, did he let go of y/n, who was immediately swept into the butt hunter’s arms. Though this time there was no butt hunting, just Minho holding her close as he rested his chin on her head.

“Come back safe to us.” He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head before he pulled away, moving away quickly.

Felix and Han both approached her, tears falling down the sunshine duo’s cheeks as they looked at her with such sad eyes.

She opened up her arms for both of them. “Come here you two.” She said, tears bubbling up in her own eyes at seeing the two of them cry.

They almost collapsed into her arms, crying and begging her not to leave. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she listened to their tears and cries. She pulled them closer, resting her head on their shoulders, trying her best not to break down.

“It’ll be okay my sunshines. You know it’s only for a little bit. I’ll be back with all of my things and my bunny, and we can be here together for the rest of our lives. Now please stop crying or I’ll never be able to leave.” She comforted her two darlings, trying to do her best to make them feel at least a tiny bit better.

The two ‘00 liners had to be pulled away by the older members, so that the remaining two members, who wouldn’t be taking her to the airport, could say goodbye. Jeongin came up to her and engulfed her in a hug, then very shyly kissed her forehead, not being able to look her in the eyes after that.

“Be safe noona. Come back to us and bring us lots of snacks please.” He told her, a blush clearly painting his cheeks.

“I will, be a good baby bread for your hyungs, yeah?” She told him, before pulling away from him, but not before leaning up and kissing his own forehead.

She turned to look at Seungmin, the last soulmate she had to say goodbye to. He opened his arms for her, a soft look on his face even as he tried to appear strong in front of everyone. She walked into his embrace, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. He leaned his head on top of hers, his arms pulling her close to him.

“I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but come back to us safe and in one piece, please? I just got you, I don’t want to lose you already.” He told her, voice soft.

“I promise you that I’ll come back home safely, okay? I couldn’t bear not being able to return home to you all now that I’ve met you.” She told him.

He held her close, before leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek. She felt herself blush, and once the slightly younger man pulled away, saw that he was blushing as well. She quietly laughed at him, and made him smile slightly. He pulled away from her, and she reluctantly let him go.

“It’s time to go now babygirl. No more delaying it, or we’ll be late.” Chris told her, and she sighed sadly, moving to pick up her carry-on bags as the oldest member grabbed her other luggage. He guided her to the door, where Felix helped her slip on her shoes, smiling sadly up at her after he finished tying her shoelaces.

Chan opened the front door, leading her through it and letting her wave goodbye to the rest of the group before leading her downstairs and out of the building, straight to the car that was waiting for them. Y/n slipped into the back of the car, as Chan and the staff member accompanying them helped pack her luggage into the trunk. Chan slipped into the car, which then quickly left the apartment building.

“We’re going to miss you, even if it’s only for a week. I’m going to miss you. I really wish I could go with you.” Chris told her, reaching out to hold her hand, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. She smiled at him, telling him that she knew, and that she’d miss them just as much.

They spent the ride to the airport in comfortable silence, mostly just taking this time to enjoy this alone time with each other, something that the two of them had yet to have. They talked occasionally, but mostly just leaned on each other, intent to remember these moments until y/n returned to Korea again. It felt like no time at all had passed when they arrived at the airport.

Chan had to don a hat and mask to try and lessen the risk that he’d be recognized, but he was intent on accompanying you as far as he could, knowing that it’s not a stress free process, when you consider it’s a long flight and y/n was leaving her soulmates for the first time after meeting them, which is stressful enough. He pulled her bags behind him as they walked to the check in counter, y/n carrying just her carry-on bags despite her insistence on taking more, getting denied as Chan wouldn’t allow her to take either of them. Once they got her checked in, and Chan took care of any baggage fees, he slowly led her over to security.

“Call me or one of the others once you land, okay? We’ll be watching the flight tracker but call us anyways, once you land after each of your flights. I’ll be worried otherwise.” Chan told her.

“I promise I’ll call you, or text you if I’m unable to call at that moment, okay? I’ll be okay Chris, I promise. It’s two flights and then I’m back to my home in Canada. Please don’t worry about me too much?” She replied, looking up at him.

“I can’t promise you that, babygirl. I’ll worry about you until you’re back here in my arms. And I think it’s time for you to go through security before the line gets any longer, okay?” He said, looking down at her, a tear falling from his eye before he was able to wipe it away.

“I don’t want to leave. But I know that I’ll be back and you all can meet my bunny and it’ll be okay. Only seven days and I’ll be back home with you all.” She reminded both him and herself.

Chan pulled her into one of his hugs, those hugs that she’s seen the others melt into, that she herself is melting into, holding onto him as if the minute she lets go, he’ll disappear. She felt him kiss the top of her head, and mumble something she couldn’t quite make out, but then he pulled away, tears brimming in his eyes.

She couldn’t just let him go like this, and pushing aside any fears, she pulled down his mask and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She closed her eyes as their lips connected, trying to convey just how much she was going to miss him through the kiss. She felt him kiss back after a moment, his arms wrapping around her back and holding her close. Sadly, she had to pull away once she was running out of air, but she looked up at him with so much love and care for him in her eyes, unable to tell him how she felt just yet, but wanting him to know that she already cared for him, and the others, so much that she would never be able to fully convey those feelings with words alone.

“Baby, you can’t just kiss me like that before you leave. I’ll want to keep you here forever.” He spoke, breathless and in slight shock after what just happened.

“Well, then return the kiss when you come back here to pick me up in a week, then you can really keep me forever.” She told him, kissing his cheek before pulling out of his arms.

He whined at her leaving his arms, but she only smiled and giggled, moving in once more to pull his mask back up to hide his identity. She grabbed her bags, and looked at him again.

“We’ll be standing here in this airport again in only seven days, think of that instead of me leaving. See you soon, Christopher Bahng.” She said to him, smiling through the tears that were brimming in her eyes, before she turned around and walked into the security area.

Chan watched her until he couldn’t see her anymore, and then he left to head back home to the remaining seven soulmates.

Y/n finally made it through security and headed towards her gate. Thankfully, and she praised the airport gods, her gate was close to the security area. She quickly arrived at it and found an empty spot by the window to sit down and watch the planes land and take off. She waited there until the call came for her to board. The boys had made sure she’d be comfortable during her flights, buying her first class tickets even though she protested she didn’t need it for her second flight home. The long halt flight back to Canada, she wouldn’t argue against having more room, however. It would be great for the 14-hour flight.

She passed through boarding quickly, settling down in her window seat and getting prepared for take-off. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the rest of the plane was boarded and they set off. She watched out the window and waved goodbye to South Korea and her soulmates as she started her journey back home to Canada.

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dearabby1990 · 16 days ago

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Chapter 50: There’s no place like home

Your last day blew by like a breeze hanging at the beach with everyone constantly screaming at them about wearing sunblock not wanting to hear the boys mothers if they come home completely burnt. The night fell fast and morning came before everyone knew it. Everyone rubbing sleep from their eyes and packing their bags stuffing souvenirs in their carry on bags. Eddie grabbing everyone coffee before heading to the airport. Piling into the van to the airport you lay your head on your husband’s shoulder staring at the last of what the island has to offer before it’s a distant memory but so glad that Steve gifted you a few disposable cameras for your trip photos to look back on 10 20 years from now. Boarding back home was a nightmare the boys were cranky and whining so you gave gareth and Jeff enough money to run to the Roy Rodgers just inside the airport to get everybody something quick to eat. You noticed while having them on this trip cranky teen boys equals hungry tummies all of them calming the moment they finished eating. Mike got the window seat home as promised causing him to stick his tongue out at Dustin earning a swat to the head from Eddie causing you to chuckle. You all fell asleep on the flight back being woken up to the sound of everyone boarding into the Hawkins airport Lucas stands up and stretches “ahh home sweet home I had fun but I miss my bed” everyone laughing as they grab their carry on heading off fo grab their luggage. Finally getting your bags and heading to the van to drop everyone off gareth had his own car and offered to drop off Jeff and freak beings you had to speak to the boys mothers at drop off to let them know all went well. Mike was the first drop off on the way home. His mother surely didn’t wait for you to even knock on the door as she came barreling outside pulling him into a bone crushing hug “oh Michael I missed you so much I hope you were well behaved for Jamie and Eddie” she peers over him at the both of you as you walk to the front yard “he was the perfect gentleman mrs wheeler you have no worries when it comes to him he was a big help with me too” she smiles at her son giving him an extra squeeze and a kiss on the head “okay mom enough can I call el now?” She rolls her eyes go ahead she left a few messages for you I left them next to the phone” with that he runs off inside leaving you all laughing “before i forget mrs wheeler I got you a little something while we were away I hope you like it” you take out a small white bag from your carry on she takes it and her face softens almost like she wants to cry “thank you.. you didn’t have to get me anything really” you shake your head “you’ve been such a help with the wedding & honestly just being there for me when I need a motherly figure this is my way of saying thank you” both sniffling with smiles she goes into the bag pulling out a small bracelet with two pearls on it “I went to woman who catches oysters and other things she said when you find twin pearls in one it means good luck I let her know beforehand it was a gift so we put your name on the paper as she said a prayer over it and I had it made into a bracelet so you wouldn’t lose them” she hugs you “thank you it’s beautiful I love it” “you’re welcome Karen it’s not a problem really” she goes back in for another hug “call me mom” she whispers “really?..” she nods “of course if you’re comfortable with it” “you’ve always been like family after mom passed you women were all I had I won’t let my father ruin anymore relationships or my life thank you for just being you” Eddie watching the whole time getting a little emotional himself just happy you have more people that love you as much as he does. Heading back to the car Lucas is the next stop walking him to the door & knocking as he digs his last bag from the van. Erica opens the door “oh hi Jamie.. MOM THE DOOFUS IS HOME AND JAMIE IS HERE!!” She grins at you and you laugh as Lucas walks up to the door rolling his eyes “could you be any louder I don’t think the people in the next town heard you clear enough”

As he stomps upstairs to his room his mom enters from the kitchen “Lucas be sure to put all that dirty laundry right into the laundry room” “hi Mrs Sinclair” “hello Jamie I hope he wasn’t any trouble?” Shaking your head “absolutely not he was very well behaved the entire time and a big help to me when Eddie wasn’t around” “good im glad he remembered his manners” “before I head out to drop off Dustin I got you a little something” “oh dear you didn’t have to do that” “I know I wanted to get all the moms a little something lord knows you ladies do and go through a lot on a regular basis figured you’d all deserved a little something” she pulls out the beautiful wind chime made of all types of beautiful white and pink shells “ohh this is absolutely gorgeous thank you both I’m gonna hang it right on the front porch” she gives you a hug and scurries outside hanging it on an old planter hook “perfect thank you it’s beautiful” “you’re very welcome I’d hate to run but Mrs henerson might take my head off if I don’t get dustin home soon” she laughs “you’re right be safe and thank you again!” You wave goodbye heading off to your last stop his mother patiently sitting outside drinking a coffee “ohh dusty you’re home!!” She runs pulling him into her embrace “I’ve missed you so much I hope you were a good boy the whole time?” “Jeez mom stop it let me take my stuff in first” dragging his luggage inside “Mrs Henderson he was a perfect gentleman the whole time I promise you but before I run and let you two catch up I have a little gift for you” “oh dear thank you” handing it to her she takes the bag and pulls out a large sun catcher made of different stones pearls & a scattered shells tied with fishing line and ribbon “oh my goodness will you look at that it’s absolutely stunning” “you hang it in your window & I promise you it’s like something out of a fairytale I got myself a few too I got one for my bedroom and the nursery” she lights up “That’s right you two are expecting do you know what you’re having yet?” “No but I will by my appointment in 2 days they say they can tell then beings the date of my last menstrual cycle and I’m so excited nervous but excited” she laughs “that’s normal dear I have some old baby stuff from when dusty was a baby I’ll go through them and drop off anything you two could use” “Thai you we’d really appreciate it” “anytime dear let me get inside though I have to check on supper and make sure dusty isn’t digging in it already” “have a lovely night mrs Henderson!” You hop into the van letting out a huff of air you’re so tired all you want to do is sleep and Eddie can see it “tired princess” “Mhhm” you lay your head on the passenger door and drift off. When you wake back up you jolt up confused on where you are and how you got here only to be pulled back in by the touch of Eddie’s hand on your back “it’s okay beautiful just me lay back down” you’re very confused but guess Eddie must’ve carried you in when you got home how you didn’t wake up was beyond you. Were you really that tired? Eddie was starting to get a little worried wondering why sleep would hit you so hard so suddenly he figured it was the vacation and hoped the next two days he could give you the time you needed to catch up on rest for your appointment. But when you woke up that morning to get ready to goto the doctor he noticed you looked more tired then you did when you got home. “You okay love?” You huff trying to slip on your shoes “yeah… just… just really tired can you grab me a coffee on the way please?” He gets up coming across the room to you crouching down to your level looking you in the eyes as he takes a hand and rests it on your cheek caressing your face as he sighs “yeah sweetheart we’ll stop somewhere on the way let me help you tie your shoes and we’ll get outta here” you nod giving him your feet as he ties them in double knots so you don’t trip resting his hand at the small of your back guiding you to the van opening your door and helping you inside. When he starts the van you start to smell exhaust causing you to gag.

At first Eddie doesn’t seem to notice as he pulls out of the driveway and starts down the street but the fourth time when it was too loud not to hear he whips his head eyes wide and pulls over “Are you okay Jamie?! What the fuck?!” You rip open the door letting you breakfast cover your shoes. Eddie runs around to your side of the van holding your hair rubbing your back “let it out princess it’s alright” when you finally finish you start to cry “oh no honey it’s okay it’s not your fault” “I feel so gross I’m sorry!” “No need to be sorry here let me take these off for you your sandals are in the back I’ll grab those and take my water sweetheart” you sip from the bottle hiccuping trying to stop yourself from being upset but you’re so embarrassed and emotional. Eddie changes your shoes to sandals wipes you with a spare rag & dumps a bottle of water over it to dampen to wipe your face “there good as new love now let’s get going before we’re late” he gets back in starting it up but this time you roll up the window “Ed’s the exhaust is making me queasy can you roll up the windows?” He nods & before you know it you’re at Dunkin’ Donuts your husband running in to get you both a coffee and grabbed you a bagel to help settle your stomach to which you gladly took and finished quickly. Your coffee was delicious as always you loved the sugar free coconut flavor with extra cream and three sugars Eddie had it memorized just as you remember his Carmel extra extra him and his sweet tooth. Pulling into the doctors office he helps you out of the van holding your hand as you walk inside to check in. “I have a 11 o’clock appointment with Dr Oswald my name is Jamie Munson” the older woman fixes her glasses as she looks up at you and your husband “okay take this clipboard and fill out the packet and bring it to me when your finished when you hear your name called is when the doctor will see you” taking the clipboard and pen from her “thank you” you find a place to sit Eddie sitting next to you with a hand on your thigh looking over at the paper as you fill things out “family medical history… blood type? Sweetheart I don’t know what blood type I even am” you giggled “Ed’s that’s for me not you but we can always figure that out later I’m type O negative just so you know for emergencies i have anemia & could need a blood transfusion after having a baby if I lose too much blood” his eyes bulging out “how much blood is there supposed to be normally?! This shit sounds terrifying!” You glare “Edward munson you’re not helping quit being a jack ass please I need your support not for you to give me a damn heart attack” “sorry sweetheart I just.. I don’t want anything bad to happen to your or the baby is all I’m nervous too we’re both doing this for the first time although you have to do the hard part which breaks my heart but also fills it with something I’ve never knew I needed I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you just bare with me too I wanna be the perfect husband and the perfect dad everything our dads couldn’t be and I know you’ll be the best mom anyone’s ever seen other kids are going to wish we were their parents you’ll see” you smile at him blush brushed across your cheeks as you finish filling everything out “take this to the desk for me would ya handsome?” You wink at him “how can I say no to you” “you can’t” both laughing he takes it and gives it to the receptionist and sits back down just as he was ready to say something “Munson?” You perk up seeing a middle aged nurse with red short hair and Winnie the Pooh scrubs on Eddie takes your hand helping you up as you follow the woman to the back she weighs you and measures you and takes some blood before your settled into a room “here honey put this gown on you can leave your socks on but everything else has to come off the doctor will be with you in a few minutes” handing you the pastel yellow gown she shuts the door and leaves. You strip down feeling the chill of the air conditioning and shiver Eddie looking at the plastic displays of the female reproductive system messing with different parts.

You try to tie the gown closed but no such luck as you can’t reach “hey Ed’s can you stop playing with the plastic uterus for two seconds and help me please?” He looks up and you and turns red coming to tie up the back for you “there ya go pretty lady all set” you turn to him and he lifts you up onto the table as you sit and wait for the doctor to arrive. A few minutes go by before the door opens “Hello there Mrs Munson I’m Dr Oswald I’m your OB and I’ll be the one delivering your little one” you both listen as he introduces himself “I’m guessing your the new dad right?” Eddie nods smiling with a strong sense of pride “okay your bloodwork is pretty good just keep taking your iron supplements and I’m going to give you a refill on that prenatal prescription you have already now let’s check on baby lay back for me dear” you lay back hearing the paper crinkle beneath you “this stuff is gonna be a little cold at first” squeezing the blue colored jelly onto your stomach making you shiver “check on the heart beat first then after we’re finished we can see if we can tell what the gender is.. sometimes they do move too much to tell but we’ll see” you giggle as he presses the mechanism against your tummy trying to find the right spot when we does it sounds almost as if the ocean had its own heart beat you snap your head towards Eddie smiling “there we go that’s baby’s heart beat and it sounds perfect… now let’s see here if he can turn this dang monitor on… ah here we go… hmm??” You furrow your brows “is everything alright Dr?” “Yeah everything is alright but if you look here..” turning the screen to face you and Eddie “here is baby A and here is baby B” your eyes practically pop out of your head. “Two babies?!” He takes off his gloves printing the sonograms “yes two perfect little ones & from what I saw & will show you on your sonogram you get the best of both worlds” you turn to Eddie confused shocked but had a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest “I don’t understand doc” Eddie asks the obvious for the both of you “you’re having twins see here baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl” a sob escapes you before you can even catch it “is that why I’ve been so tired lately?” “It’s a factor yes but we also need a higher dosage of your iron supplements normally one baby takes a lot of their mothers body now two babies is a double whammy but as long as you do right by yourself and take your medications everyday you should have smooth sailing throughout your pregnancy congratulations Mr & Mrs Munson here’s your sonograms we'll call you with your next appointment you two enjoy the rest of your day and try to take it easy Mrs Munson” “thanks doc we appreciate it have a good one” Eddie waves him off before looking at you his mocha eyes glistening as he smiles at you showing off those dimples you love so much “wow sweetheart a boy and a girl??.. This is the greatest day of my fucking life!” You bubble out a giggle before reeling your husband back in “Hun don’t curse in here there’s kids in all over this building” his cheeks red as he laughs “oh come on mama let’s get out of here we have to go celebrate let’s goto your favorite spot” “fries and a chocolate milkshake?” “Yup and whatever else your heart desires lets blow this popsicle stand!.. Man everyone’s gonna freak when they find out I’m scared as shit but so god damn happy!” Twirling you around in the parking lot as you laugh “okay okay that’s enough you’re gonna make me yack and I’d very much not want to do that so let’s go babies want food” helping you into the van as Eddie heads to his seat walking around the back of the van he couldn’t help but let out a small victorious fist bump to the heavens before hopping into the van looking at you with such adoration reaching over to touch your tummy “hey there little ones you take it easy on your mama in there and we’re so excited for your arrival I love you both already” you sniffle holding his hand’s against your stomach smiling at your husband. You’ve prayed endlessly for a life just like this one closing your eyes basking in the feeling of

contentment, love, peace and everything you wished to have growing up. You can’t wait to call Robin & tell her she’s gonna spaz. You & Eddie enjoyed some fries burgers and shakes to celebrate your little family & took you right home after so you could relax but of course the moment you get home you had to run and pick up the phone to Call her & let her know everything knowing steve is definitely close by her so two birds one stone. You’ll have to get Eddie to radio the boys and everyone tomorrow maybe have a small bbq get together and announce it but for now you’re on the sofa with your husband laying your head in his lap as he has one hand playing with your hair and another rubbing your tummy watching movies with you for the rest of the night.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #robin buckley #steve harrington x y/n #gareth emerson x reader

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A Mountain To Climb - Chapter Eleven

Note - this was my favourite chapter to write so I hope you love it 🥰 I’d love to know you thoughts so please do let me know and thank you all so much for all your support on this series it’s honestly blown my mind 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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You were on the hunt for a specific lip liner and you were pretty sure you knew where it was. The bag Mason had dropped off all those weeks ago still sat by your door as you were unable to bring yourself to unpack it. You were meeting Sophia for a quick coffee as you’d taken Thursday and Friday off of work so you could treat yourself to a long weekend and she’d been messaging you about meeting up all week as she was going back to Germany for a few days.

In the end you told yourself to get over it, taking the bag into your room and unpacking it quickly as your makeup bag was on the bottom. You were almost there when your hand grabbed a plastic package and you took it out with a confused expression on your face. Your name was printed in the front with nothing else so you ripped into it quickly, curiosity getting the better of you as you couldn’t face going out and not knowing what it was.

You knew exactly what it was before you’d even got it out of the bag, the blue colour familiar to you instantly and you let out a small laugh as you held it up to reveal Masons name and number on the back of the Chelsea shirt he’d promised you. A small piece of paper was attached to the front by some tape and you carefully removed it before reading it.

Sorry it’s late, I tried getting you one with Kepa’s name on the back but was told it’s impossible so you’ll unfortunately have to put up with mine. I can’t wait to see you wear it next time you’re at the Bridge.

Lots of love

Mason xxx

You let out a short sharp breath after you’d finished reading before reading it again and then a third time. He’d clearly snuck this in the night you went to Bens and your eyes stung when you held it up again.

‘Stop crying’ you whispered to yourself with a laugh, placing the shirt down on your bed before hunting for the thing you went into your bag for in the first place. You knew you’d be late now but you rushed as quickly as you could to meet Sophia. You found her inside her favourite cafe with a small suitcase next to her and you quickly ordered before joining her.

She thankfully kept the conversation Mason free and even though you’d never discussed it with her you gathered she knew something had happed as her and Kai told each other everything and the more she avoided the topic the more you wanted to talk about him until you finally cave and asked.

‘If you don’t know then it’s fine, but do you know how Mason is?’ You asked quietly and she gave you a small smile to let you know it was okay. ‘I’ve tried to not look into anything but I just wanted to check he’s doing alright’

‘Honestly? He not been fantastic. I haven’t really heard from him but Kai said he seemed a bit brighter yesterday. In fact a loads of them are having a boys night tonight so I’m kinda glad I’ll be out of the country so I won’t have to deal with Kai’ she laughed as she rolled her eyes before her phone started ringing. It turned out to be the taxi she’d ordered for the airport and after a quick goodbye she was gone.

Rather than head straight home, you went to the park nearby and sat with your thoughts for the first time in a long time. You knew you wanted to speak to Mason but you had no idea how to go about it. In the end you pulled out your phone and typed up a message for him but you couldn’t seem to get the words right. Finally giving up and going home after about half an hour of trying.

Friday morning you’d set aside for a lie in. You didn’t get them very often but you’d been looking forward to it for weeks. Waking up on your own without the sound of your alarm felt like heaven and when you checked to see the time it was coming up to half nine which made you smile.

The five missed calls and a few texts from an unknown number made you curious though and you quickly read over the texts to see what was happening.

Your heart sunk as you read over what Ben had said, an uncomfortable churning in your tummy at the thought of him wanting you around in his drunken state and you just wanted to wrap him up and tell him he’s alright. You contemplated calling Ben but you knew you’d probably talk yourself out of it so you sent him a quick text and got yourself ready to go as fast as you could.

It was just over an hour later when you text Ben to let him know you were outside and he was soon pulling the door open, giving you a small smile at the sight of you.

‘Thank you for coming’ he whispered, holding the door open for you and you were shocked at the scene in front of you. Cups and rubbish strewn across the floor, different bits of furniture moved about and the whole place just felt like a giant mess. ‘Don’t worry about all this, Masons gonna call a cleaner when he gets up’ he told you and you gave him a curious look. ‘You can go wake him up if you want’

‘It’s fine I’ll wait. You can head off Ben, thanks for getting a hold of me’

‘It’s fine. Thanks for being here, I know he’ll appreciate it�� he nodded before he was out the door.

You couldn’t face sitting here in all this junk so you made your way to his kitchen and rummaged around to find some bin bags so you could make a start on tidying up. Once the hallway was put to rights you made a start on the living room and soon enough you were five bags deep and at the end of the roll. Figuring he must have some more in the cupboard you stood on a chair to so you could look higher up but they were just out of reach still, casing you to reach up onto you tiptoes and just as you placed a finger on them you lost your balance and tumbled to the floor, landing awkwardly on your wrist as you yelped out in pain.

‘Shit shit shit’ you whispered and ten seconds after you heard someone running down the stairs. You didn’t have time to think about seeing Mason properly for the first time in a month before he was standing in his kitchen doorway, dressed only in his boxers as he tried to fathom what was going on in-front of him.

‘Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you alright, what happened?’

‘I was trying to clean up’ you told him as he crouched down next to you. ‘I couldn’t reach the bags and I fell off the chair’

‘Are you hurt?’

‘My wrist is a bit’ you whispered as he placed your good arm around his shoulder and scooped you up before carrying you to his sofa. ‘I said my wrist, Mason. That doesn’t stop me from walking’ you squealed but he didn’t listen to you, just carefully placed you on the seat before running back off to the kitchen.

He came back moments later with a bag of frozen peas that he’d wrapped in a towel and after placing a cushion on your lap he popped your wrist onto it gently before laying the peas on top.

‘Just keep this here a sec yeah? I won’t be long’ he told you before going upstairs. You laid you head back and shut your eyes, taking some deep breaths as the pain eased ever so slightly. You were so in your own head you didn’t realise he was back until he was sitting next to you, now dressed in shorts and a hoodie as he placed some bandages on the coffee table. ‘Can I see?’ he whispered and you nodded as he gently removed the bag away from your hand.

Your wrist was a little swollen but you could wriggle your fingers without any pain which seemed to satisfy him but he insisted on wrapping it up for you, gently apologising every time you hissed or yelped in pain.

‘Are you sure nothing else hurts?’ He asked, securing the bandage at the end but you could only nod your head as you knew your voice would wobble. Once he was happy with his handy work he placed your hand back onto the cushion and looked up into your eyes. You knew they were glassy and he’d be able to read you straight away so you moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug you knew the pair of you so desperately needed.

He was shocked at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pull you closer and slot his head into your neck. The pair of you didn’t utter a word to each other as you sat there in a tight embrace, your good hand reaching up into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp lightly and you felt him melt into you even more. The only noise in the room was the sound of each others breathing until you built up the courage to pull back and look at him, his own eyes now full of tears making your heart break even more. You took a big gulp before speaking, your voice quite and wobbly.

‘I think we should talk’ you whispered and he nodded sadly. ‘There’s some stuff I need to tell you that I want you to know. You know I said It’ll explain a lot’ you you him with a little laugh and he gave you a sad smile.

‘Only if you’re sure’

‘I’m sure’ you told him and he shuffled down on the seat, placing a cushion down flat so it looked like a pillow.

‘Will you lay down with me? My heads thumping’ He told you nervously and you gave him a small smile before nodding. The pair of you laid down with your heads on the cushion, your hands automatically resting on his chest and as much as he tried to hide a smile, you could tell he was happy that you’d initiated some physical contact and he tentatively placed his arm around you waist. Even though you had a sweatshirt on you could feel him lightly tracing shapes on your back which settled you instantly. You wanted to tell him you missed him but you were trying to hold it together so you could talk to him.

‘I only ever speak to Freya about this stuff, I’ve never really got it all out in one go’ you muttered, warning him just in case you muddled your words but you could tell by his eyes that you were in safe hands.

‘It’s okay. Just take your time and if you don’t wanna tell me then you don’t have to’ he whispered and it took everything inside of you not to lean over and kiss him.

‘Do you remember that day we went for a walk?’

‘The day where you wore a red jumper and I accidentally insulted you?’ He joked and you let out a little laugh.

‘That’s the one’ you chuckled ‘you told me about your family and stuff and I felt so embarrassed about mine that I lied. My life was nothing like yours growing up’

‘That’s okay, I never want you to feel embarrassed about anything like that. I know not everyone grew up like I did’ he reassured you and you gave him a thankful smile before your hand moved up to his jaw, stroking over his stubble lightly out of habit and you watched him give you and adoring look. Even though you were comfortable as you were, you didn’t feel close enough to him so you shuffled forward, tangling your legs in between his as if the touch if his body on yours would give you the courage to speak.

‘Well it was just the three of us growing up. I never had any siblings or loads of extended family like it was literally just my parents and me. That’s all I ever knew. Then, when I was 12 I came home from school one day and my dad was gone. I didn’t think anything of it at first cause he was always the last one in but when it got to bed time and he still wasn’t there I asked what was going on and my mum told me he didn’t live with us anymore. She didn’t tell me why for a while but in the end I found out he’d been having an affair and he left us to start a new life with his other family’ you told him calmly and you felt him sigh next to you.

‘I’m so sorry, that sounds awful’ he whispered and you gave him a sad smile.

‘Yeah it wasn’t great, when you’re that old stuff like that sticks you know? Things were never the same after that. My mum didn’t help, I think I reminded her too much of him and she didn’t like being around me that much’

‘Well that’s her loss’ he mumbled before placing a quick kiss on your forehead which made you shiver.

‘Then, when I was 14 I got my first boyfriend. His name was Max and he was a boy in my class I’d had a crush on for ages. We were together all the time and I think it really pissed Freya and Maddie off at first’

‘Who’s Maddie?’ He asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

‘My other best friend’

‘I didn’t know you had another one’

‘You’ll find out why’ you laughed and this time he laughed along with you. ‘Me and Max we’re together for seven years in total, his family was basically like mine and when I turned 17 they let me move in for a while so we could save up and get our own place. We had all these plans for our future…’ you trailed off and he pulled you in even tighter is that was possible.

‘Y/n please don’t get upset, you don’t have to do this’

‘No I’m fine. Honestly’ you told him, and with one final deep breath you finished your story. ‘It was my birthday and we’d all gone out to this club in London, I came out from the loo and could hear Millie giggling from behind the door that lead outside. I was curious so I followed the sound thinking I could tease her about whoever she was with but that’s when I heard Max’s voice. She was asking when he was gonna finally break up with me so they could be together properly and he told her soon. I didn’t give him the chance and ended it there and then. Turns out it had been going on for a year and I haven’t spoken to the two of them since’

‘Come here’ he whispered, and you didn’t realise you were crying until your head hit his neck and you felt the warm tears press onto your skin. The arm that you were laying on reached up so he could stroke your head whilst his other hand traveled under your top, stroking the bare skin of your back as he tried to offer you some comfort. ‘That sucks y/n I’m so fucking sorry’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck before pulling back ever so slightly.

‘I know it’s not an excuse, but when stuff like that happens to you twice you start to think it was your fault. Like everything I touch I seem to ruin’

‘None of that was your fault. People are shit sometimes and I’m so sorry that’s happened to you but please don’t blame yourself’

‘It’s why I didn’t want to let anyone else in, I didn’t want to feel like that again’ you hiccuped as he stroked up and down your back gently.

‘I know sweetheart’ he whispered, kissing your forehead and you felt yourself relax at his touch again. ‘I get it okay. I really do. Thank you for telling me’

‘Feels kinda nice to get it off my chest’ you whispered, already feeling lighter about not having to hide any part of yourself from him anymore and he smiled at you warmly. ‘I’m not done yet though’

‘Oh?’

‘That day you came over with my bag, and I shouted at you? Well I was on the phone to Freya when you knocked. She called me to ask if I was okay since she’d figured I’d seen something’

‘Seen what?’ He asked, his face scrunched up with confusion and all you wanted was to kiss his worry lines away.

‘Max and Millie got engaged. I saw it on instagram just before I answered the door’ you told him and you felt him sigh under your fingers. ‘I was so angry. Angry at them, angry about what I’d done to you and I just lost it. I know it’s not right but-‘

‘You don’t have to explain, y/n. I completely get it. I should of knocked a bit earlier I was standing outside your door for about ten minutes, I’m surprised no one complained about me’ he laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

‘I’m not angry about it anymore. Why should I be? They both did a horrible thing and they’re welcome to each other. I guess I’m just annoyed they got their happy ending and I haven’t got mine’ you told him and he was smiling at you almost softly. ‘But I am sorry for what I did to you, and I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you at my house. You didn’t deserve any of that and you were right. Just because they were shit to me doesn’t mean I get to do it to you. I really am so sorry Mase’

‘I mean I shouted at you too’ he admitted and you watched the guilt wash over his face. ‘Im really sorry, I can’t believe I said all that’

‘I understand. I know I’m frustrating and I was awful to you. I only said all that stuff cause I knew it would hurt you and then maybe you could move on from me. I don’t want you to just brush it away like it’s fine cause I know it’s not’

‘I’m not, I just don’t want you to beat yourself up about it. I know you’ve felt bad about things but I’ve been feeling pretty awful about what I said too. We can’t change it but I’d love it if we could move on from it’

‘Yeah? I’d really like that’ you smiled and he gave you a sad smile back.

‘I’m sorry you saw me the other night and thought I was on a date too. I’ve been a bit of a grump for weeks and Bens sister was in town so a few of us went out but I get how you got to that conclusion and it wasn’t nice to see but I’d never do that to you’

‘I know’ you smiled, caressing his cheek to let it know everything was fine and by the way he settled into your touch he looked like he believed it.

‘I didn’t mean any of it at all, I just thought we were finally there you know? That i’d worn you down’ he laughed.

‘That we’d finally climbed the mountain?’ You whispered and he looked at you in confusion . ‘That day after Bens when we came back here and I napped on your sofa? I heard you on the phone saying you felt like you had a mountain to climb with me’ you told him with a smile and he laughed as he tried to hide his face.

‘I mean yeah, It did feel a bit like that. It knew it was going to be hard work, and I needed to be patient and keep going but once I got to the top I knew the view would be worth it and I’d get to see things that no one else would see’ he whispered and your whole body erupted in goosebumps at his sweet words

‘And how’s it looking from up there’ you joked as he tickled your back lightly.

‘Beautiful. So fucking beautiful you have no idea’ he breathed, his eyes flickering all over your face and you felt your chest grow warm as he looked at you with loving eyes.

‘I think I might’ you whispered, as the tears that were threatening to fall overflowed from your eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his.

You were both needy for each other, but you kept your kisses soft, knowing full well you’d have ample time to make up for the lost weeks. His tongue invaded your mouth almost instantly as it brushed up against your own and you could feel his heart hammering in his chest under your fingertips which made you smile knowing he was just as nervous as you.

You’d never had a kiss like this before and when he eventually pulled away the pair of you laid there out of breath and looking at each other full of shock.

‘Can I just check? You did come here to tell me that you want this right? Cause if you’re about to end everything after you just kissed me like that then I will go absolutely crazy’ he told you and you burst out laughing at his serious face.

‘I want this, I promise. I’m not gonna lie and say it’ll all be easy from here like I know I’ve still got stuff to work on but I don’t wanna do it on my own anymore. I like you, a lot more than I’ve ever really liked anyone and I just really don’t wanna loose you’

‘You’ve got me’ he whispered, a tiny smile flickering over his face to match yours. ‘You’ve had me from the second I walked out of my hotel room and found you outside’ he laughed and you cringed at the memory. ‘I thought you were a deranged fan at first’

‘Who says I wasn’t? Maybe this whole thing was just a ploy to make you mine’ you laughed and he tickled your back gently as you both laughed.

‘Well I’ll happily be yours’ he whispered and you felt your heart thud in your chest as he looked at you. ‘I want us to stick together and work through this, yeah? That doesn’t mean we have to put labels on anything just yet but I want you to know I’m here for you and when you’re ready to take the next step I’ll be ready too’

‘Why?’ You laughed, almost astounded at the way he spoke about you and cared for you. ‘I’ve been awful to you when you think about it’

‘Maybe I like a challenge’ he winked and you laughed whilst rolling your eyes. ‘I guess I thought we’d come so far from where we first started that I wasn’t willing to give up without a little bit of a fight and if that means giving you time then so be it. Yeah, I won’t lie it was a rocky start and I did wonder what’s the point sometimes but I’ve felt this pull to you from day one. Remember that first night we stayed at Bens? I couldn’t sleep for ages I just laid there and watched you and thought about how lucky I was that you’d come into my life. You’re smart, and cheeky and you’re kind when you want to be’ he winked and you rolled your eyes as he kissed your cheek ‘you’re also the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen’

‘I think you’re pretty too’ you giggled and he laughed as a deep blush crept over his cheeks.

‘If you’d let me, I’d like to be your happy ending’ he whispered almost shyly and you lent over to kiss his nose.

‘I’d like that a lot’ you whispered back, gripping onto him and you both giggled like little kids.

‘You got plans for the rest of the day?’ He asked, fingers still dancing over your back.

‘No, I was planning on sitting around and doing nothing’ you laughed. ‘Would you care to join me?’

‘The thought of doing nothing with you sounds better than doing anything with someone else’ he winked and you fake gagged as he tapped you on the bum in fake annoyance. ‘How did you get in by the way?’

‘Chilly text me, said you kept asking for me last night and asked if I could come over’

‘Of course he did’ Mason blushed as he tried to remember what he’d said last night.

‘You look like shit by the way, how much did you drink?’ You asked, gently stroking the bags under his eyes before you placed a soft kiss on the end of his nose.

‘Enough’ he laughed as you stroked his cheek, closing his eyes as he was enjoying the gentle feel of your fingers on his skin.

‘Why don’t I make you something to eat? Then we can have a nap?’ you asked and he nodded up at you shyly.

‘You’re the best’ he sighed pulling you into him even tighter as he pressed a few kisses against your neck. ‘But we can order something, I don’t want you hurting your hand anymore than it already is’ he told you leaning down to leave a gentle kiss over the bandage.

‘You’re lucky I don’t sue’ you winked before he pulled you up so he could grab his phone to see what he could order.

‘Oh yeah? What do you want? I’ll give it to you right now’ he laughed and you pointed to you cheek in hopes he would kiss it. It didn’t take much for him to lean over and place a delicate kiss to your cheek before gently gripping your chin so you were facing him. You watched his eyes flicker all over your face before they landed on your lips and he bought you in for a kiss just as soft. ‘That one’s free’ he winked before opening up his phone, leaving you looking down at him with a smile. Thankful that today had gone the way you’d hoped.

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to be in love and to be loved

chapter three: unexpected

authors note: finally able to post this chapter! it was a struggle for me to finish and this isn't even all that i've written, i've wrote so much that what i had originally planned for chapter three is going to be chapter four. however, even in the struggle, i'm excited for what i have planned for this series <3 as always please enjoy and feedback is appreciated! this is also entirely in naomi's pov :)

pairing: noah sebastian x ofc x nicholas ruffilo

masterlist / cross-posted on ao3

word count: 8.4k (another doozy)

cw: ~kissing~, lots of angst (your chest might hurt), sexual content (phone sex lol), feelings realization, 18+ (minors do not interact.)

Living in a van for a week was not all it was cracked up to be. This week included being crammed in a tiny space for days on end, getting to know her friends in more personal ways than she ever dreamed of, learning how to sleep sitting straight up and being comfortable, and eating more fast food than she ever had in life. Though, as her mind drifts off to her flight later this evening, she can't help but already miss it.

Yeah, it sounds fucking awful, especially being the only girl in the crew, but there was something about it that Mimi loved. She got to spend a whole week with some of her favorite people in the entire world, and the thought of going back home makes her sick. She’s never liked goodbyes. They've always left her feeling sad, almost empty. Depending on who it is she often feels like something is missing when leaving them, or when they leave her.

It was hard when Noah and Nicholas moved to Los Angeles. She was happy that they were chasing their dreams and doing what they wanted, but she couldn't deny the sadness that crept into her every time Noah brought up their move. The day they left was hard, but the first night was even harder. She truly felt like there were pieces of her missing.

It’s starting to feel a lot like that right now.

She feels Noah squeeze her hand and looks up at him, but the boy is looking out the window, lips turned down into a frown. She sighs and leans her head against his shoulder. This morning had been... quiet. They all knew what was coming but no one dared to say anything. Even Folio was quieter than normal, giving her a sad smile when she greeted him that morning.

Noah has barely said a word to anyone today, and he hasn’t left her side for one second. He’s not usually this clingy, brief touches here and there at most, but ever since last night he’s been glued to her. He even helped her at the merch table with Nicholas, and when they weren’t busy, he had his hands on her. In retrospect it was nice, but she knew deep down the clinginess is coming from a place of sadness.

Before she knows it, Jolly’s pulling into the airport parking garage. She told them they didn’t have to park and follow her inside, just dropping her off at the door was fine, but they all insisted. It’s quiet when they make their way inside, Nicholas insisting that he carries her things while Noah’s hand clutches her own.

They waited until the last moment to drop her off, per Naomi’s request, because she wanted to spend every last moment with them. She had about an hour before her planed started boarding, and by time she got through TSA, she’d probably only have enough time to get a quick snack and get ready for boarding.

Jolly and Nick said their goodbyes first, pulling Naomi into their arms. She tries not to cry, swallowing down her tears when she lets them know she’ll miss them. They were good friends before her arrival, but after spending an entire week with them, she knows their friendship has strengthened. Jolly even kisses her forehead before he lets her go, giving her a gentle smile before pushing her towards Nicholas who was next.

She turns to meet Nicholas' gaze and she thought she could hold it in like she did with Jolly and Nick, but the second his lips turn into a sad smile she feels herself breaking.

“Come here.”

She rushes into his arms, slipping hers around his waist as she pressed herself against him. She doesn’t stop the tears and instead lets them flow as she buries her face against his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, just tucks his face against the crook of her neck and squeezes her to him.

“I’m gonna miss you.” She manages to get out, voice muffled by Nicholas’ jacket. He laughs, but it falls short.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Mimi.”

She pulls away from him to finally get a good look at his face, eyes scanning his features. This time feels different, good or bad she’s not sure, but she’s trying to savor every second she has left with her best friend.

Nicholas leans forward and brushes his lips against her forehead before whispering, “No more tears. We’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

Naomi sniffles before giving him a tiny nod and he smiles, but she doesn’t miss the way his eyes gloss over in his own tears. He pulls her back against him to give her one last hug.

“Take care of him.” She whispers, just low enough for Nicholas to hear. He stills in her hold. “You always do anyways, but I feel like I just needed to say it.”

“I will. I promise.” He whispers, voice sounding strained, and it almost sends her over the edge.

They hold each other for a few more moments before she finally pulls away, dreading to turn around to Noah. She already knows he’s trying to hold it together for her, but with how he’s acted the last 24 hours, she can already guess how hard that’s becoming. Nicholas gives her one last smile before she turns to Noah, her heart immediately crumbling beneath her chest.

He looks… well, fucking miserable. Eyes rimmed red and glossy, but no tears have yet to fall. He’s trying so fucking hard, she knows, and Naomi doesn’t stop herself from rushing towards him. He lets out a whine the second her arms around wrapped around his waist, a pitiful sound, and she feels fresh new tears slip from her eyes.

Leaving Noah was always hard, even when they were just friends, but now it was different. They were together. After her conversation with Nicholas in the van, she went to Noah the next morning and they both finally decided what this was. Noah was hers and she was his and thinking about going back to Virginia and her tiny little apartment she once called home without him has her feeling like her chest is about to rip into a million fucking pieces.

“Can I just come with you?” She hears Noah say from above her, voice muffled from the way his face is buried in her hair. She laughs, sad and wet, and presses herself closer to him.

“They’d kick my ass if I stole their lead singer.” She eventually gets out, swallowing down the sob that wants to escape. She pulls back to look up at Noah and catches the moment a single tear slips from his eyes. She’s quick to reach up and wipe it away, hands cupping his face. “Only a few more weeks and then we’ll figure it out. Okay? I’ll come to you, you can come to me, whatever you want.”

Noah nods and he sucks in a shaky breath, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

She smiles up at him and leans up, lips brushing against his briefly. “I love you.”

An announcement over the airport speakers has them breaking from their moment, and Naomi pulls back to check her phone, seeing she had about 45 minutes until boarding starts.

“Text me when you get home.” Noah mumbles sadly, pulling her back against his chest. “Right when you land, right when you get to your car, right when you walk into your apartment…”

She laughs, a real one, and lets herself relax in his hold for a few more moments.

“Okay, dad.”

Noah rolls his eyes but laughs along with her anyways, and with one last kiss, she’s making her way towards the security line. They stay until she’s made it to the front, and she sends them a sad wave. She gets through TSA a lot quicker than she expected, which was a plus, and had enough time to get a few snacks and a drink to keep her satisfied on the plane.

The plane ride home wasn’t bad at all. She ended up eating her snacks and falling asleep halfway through, which was nice, because she had barely gotten any sleep the night before, but it was barely enough to satisfy her. She wakes up groggy and walks through the airport almost like a zombie, half asleep trying to find which way she needs to go. She forgets to text Noah when she lands, when she gets to her car, but doesn’t forget when she steps into her apartment. She fishes her phone out from her bag, thumbs dancing across the screen.

i’m home and am missing you already. facetime later? :(

Her thumb hovered over the screen, eyes staring down at her opened messages. Nicholas' name stares at her and without thinking she opens it, thumbs working over the screen.

wanted to let you know that i'm home❤️

Mimi isn't sure why she sent it and why she felt the need to even let him know because Noah would end up telling him, but her fingers move faster than her mind. She locks her phone and takes a deep breath, her eyes scanning over her apartment. Before this trip it had felt like home, and she made sure of it with all the clutter she's added to make it really feel like hers. Now, a deep ache is settling itself into her chest, these four walls feeling foreign to her.

She's starting to think that maybe home isn't a place, but a person.

Or maybe… people.

…

Life went on how it had before, Naomi waking herself up every day to head off to work, maybe hang out with a few friends after she got off, and then settle herself onto her couch after a long day with one of her shows. Most nights she'd FaceTime with Noah, and sometimes with Nicholas when he would answer, and it was nice, but the ache in her chest grew each time they said goodbye.

Tonight was no different, her phone propped up in her hand as she curled up on the couch, Noah's name flashing across the screen. She smiled to herself before answering, waiting for the connection to kick in so she could see his face. It felt like she hadn't seen him in months, even though she had spoken to him the night before while getting ready for bed.

"There she is."

Noah's voice instantly brings a smile to her face.

"Hi baby," She hums happily, shifting into a more comfortable position. "What's up?"

Naomi caught his eye through the screen, and he smiled, wide and bright, and leaned back against the couch he was sitting on, holding his phone up.

"Just chillin'." Noah says with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "We just finished setting up for tonight and now everyone's just... doing their own thing, I guess."

"Are you by yourself?" She can't help but frown.

"Nicky was here a second ago, but I have no idea where he went."

Just the mention of Nicholas has her chest feeling heavy, the thought of the boy plaguing her mind. It's not like she hasn't spoken to him since she's been home, actually FaceTimed him the other night when she couldn't sleep, and he just so happened to be awake. But it wasn't... like it normally was. Their conversations were short, Nicholas not saying much while Naomi told him about her day. Even his texts seem to be shorter. It feels almost as if he's pulling away from her, for what reason she's not sure. She thought whatever that was wrong with him the week she joined them on tour was over with, but it only seemed to get worse once she left.

"What's that face for?"

Noah's voice snaps her out of her thoughts, and she blinks at the screen, head tilting.

"What?"

"Your face." Noah squints at her through the screen, his own lips dipping into a frown. "You're pouting, and your foreheads doing that thing where you get lines when you think too hard."

"No, it's not." Naomi says, growing immensely defensive. She tries to relax her face, but Nicholas crosses her mind once again, and her frown returns.

"You're doing it again." Noah's tone softens. "What's up?"

“Is Nicky okay?” She blurts out after another moment of silence, worrying her bottom lip.

Noah pauses.

“What do you mean?”

Naomi shrugs, looking anywhere but the screen. “I don’t know, just.” Another pause. “He’s been a little weird with me recently.”

“Weird?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. We just don’t talk as often and when we do it’s… something’s off and I don't like it.”

Noah pauses again and she watches him chew on his bottom lip, brows furrowing.

"Well, now that you mention it," Noah begins, shoulders deflating. "He has been acting a little weird. He..." His eyes shift to the side in thought. "It kinda seems like he's in his head a lot more recently? Like he's just... not here."

Naomi frowns once again. "Present but not present?"

Noah snaps his fingers, head nodding as his eyes focus back on his phone screen.

"Yes! Sometimes when I talk to him it's like he's not even there, but he's nodding along to whatever I say." It's Noah's turn to frown, and Naomi hates the way her heart drops, settling into her stomach with a heavy feeling. "You know, I didn't even realize it until you brought it up..."

His voice trails off, the sadness seeping through, and Naomi knows exactly what he's thinking.

"Don't feel bad." She's quick to add, head already shaking. "I didn't notice until a few days ago."

"But I do feel bad." Noah murmured. "He's my best friend, I'm supposed to know when he's going through something."

"Only if he tells you." Naomi says gently, the protective feeling she always gets when it came to Noah filling her veins. She squirms around on the couch to get comfortable again, fingers gripping her phone. "Nicky's a big boy, I'm sure he'll tell us what's wrong soon."

"I guess..." His voice trails off again, unconvinced, and Naomi chews on her bottom lip again.

She goes to say something else, not really sure what it could be, before Noah's head is snapping to the right, and she hears the door opening and muffled voices in the background - Jolly and Folio. No Nicholas. Her heart drops again, and she tries to swallow the lump in her throat that's been forming this entire phone call.

"You hungry?" She hears Folio before she sees him. "Me and Jolly found a Denny's. Like a five-minute walk from here."

Noah's once sad demeanor changes in an instant at the mention of Denny's and she can't help but laugh, the worry slowly releasing itself from her body. She'll just tuck it in the back of her mind for now, bring it up again another time. Maybe she could even talk to Nicholas sometime this week and ask him what the fuck was up and finally put an end to whatever this was.

She just wanted her best friend back.

"Oh, fuck yes." Noah exhales happily before his gaze moves back to Mimi. "Do you know how long it's been since we had Denny's?"

"I'm guessing a while?"

"Too damn long." Folio's face finally comes into view, now sitting beside Noah on the couch. "Hey, Mimi. Is it okay if we steal your boy for dinner?"

"Hi, Nick. Of course, it's okay. I need to get up and eat, anyways."

"If you're awake, can I call you tonight?" Noah questions, staring at her with soft brown doe eyes. Mimi smiles.

"Sure. I'll turn on an alarm just in case I do fall asleep."

"Okay, cool. I'll text you." Noah smiles sweetly at the phone and her heart clenches beneath her chest, warmth spreading throughout her body. "Love you."

"Love you too."

They exchange their goodbyes and Naomi lays against the couch for a moment, her phone laying on her chest. Her mind goes back to Nicholas and she wonders what he's doing. She reaches for her phone again and sorts through her messages, scrolling to find Nicholas' name. She frowns at the last conversation between the two of them, from a few days ago, and the one word replies from Nicholas staring back at her.

She sighs, thumbs sliding over the screen.

miss you and hope you're alright. talk soon?

Not even thirty seconds later, the read receipt on her message appears and the texting bubble pops up. Her heart races as she waits, but a minute passes, and then another, and the bubble soon disappears, and her heart sinks.

…

A few days after her conversation with Noah, Naomi decided to call Nicholas. She waited a few days because they had back-to-back shows and didn't want to be annoying. It was just bothering her. What had she done? They were fine one day and then somehow the next they weren't.

She's tried not to think too hard about it, but with how sad Noah had seemed upon his realization, she couldn't help it. Naomi has known Nicholas for over three years now. She knew him like the back of her goddamn hand, and she knew something was wrong. There's a reason why he was so distant, why he was pulling away. Not only from her but from Noah.

The thought makes her sick, stomach twisting in a way that it's almost painful, and she has to swallow down whatever lump has decided to form in her throat. Naomi missed Nicholas - her Nicholas. The one she could talk to about whatever, the one she could call whenever, and he'd pick up. The one that didn't hide things from her.

Naomi chewed on her thumb as she waited for her call to go through, hearing it ring three times before Nicholas picked up.

"Mimi?"

"Hi Nicky." She hummed softly. "Just checking in. Haven't heard from you in a few days."

"Oh, sorry. You know how it gets." He responds, almost sounding distracted. She frowns. "Everything's good, though. I'm sure Noah's told you."

"Well, yeah. He's told me." She grumbles. "But it would've been nice to hear from you every once in a while."

He pauses. "We literally talked like... four days ago."

"And it was a hi and bye at best." Naomi can't stop the sigh that slips from her. "We've barely spoken since I left. That's not like us, Nicky."

"I've been busy."

"Right. Yet Noah has enough time to talk to me… Hell, I’ve even heard from Jolly more than you.” She shifts in her seat, eyes narrowing at the wall ahead of her. “If there was something wrong, you’d tell me, right?”

“Of course.” His response comes quick, almost too quick, and Naomi nods to herself.

“Then why haven’t you told me there’s something obviously wrong?”

Nicholas is silent on the other end.

"Exactly.” Mimi spits out, annoyance already eating at her. "You've barely spoken to me. It's like I've done something to you and now you're avoiding me – you literally ignored my text the other day."

She doesn't hold back voicing her thoughts. She's never had to with Nicholas, he always being able to be someone she could always talk freely to, and even though they're in a weird spot she won't stop now. Another round of silence fills her ears, so quiet that all she can hear is Nicholas breathing on the other end.

"Just..." Naomi sighs, bringing her free hand up to rub at her forehead. "If I did something to upset you then tell me, Nicky. I can't read your fucking mind. Especially when you're a hundred miles away."

"I'm not asking you to." His voice is sharp, and she can't help but flinch, even though she was just as sharp with him moments before. "I'm fine. Nothing happened. Tour is just a lot right now, promise."

"Remember when you said you could tell when I was lying?” He doesn’t respond. “Well, guess what? I can tell when you are too, Ruffilo."

"I'm not lying-"

"Nicholas." She cuts him off, an annoyed groan leaving her. "Can you please cut the bullshit? It's just the two of us. You can be honest and tell me what's got you so pissy."

"I'd rather not talk about it because it doesn't fucking matter, Naomi." Nicholas stops himself from continuing and he sighs. Mimi can already picture him running a frustrated hand through his hair and the image alone has something in her turning. "I know you didn’t call me just to argue so drop it, okay?”

"No." She holds her ground, grinding her teeth together. "You're going to tell me what's wrong so we can fix this, alright?"

"Why are you so dead set on this?"

"Because you're my best friend!" She says exasperatedly, throwing her head back against the couch. "If there's something wrong, and something I may have caused, I would really like to fix it."

"Well, you can't." He laughs, and her stomach drops at how tired he sounds. Her lips dip into a frown. "I just need to suck it up and get over it."

It's Naomi's turn to be silent, chewing on her bottom lip as she racked her brain. Her mind goes back to the week she had spent on tour with the band and remembers the day Nicholas' whole demeanor changed one day, but she can't really pinpoint the exact reason why. He was fine one second and then not the next.

What could have changed?

"I can literally hear your brain turning," Nicholas says softly. "I promise I'm fine, well, I'll be fine. I just need some time to sulk, think it over, and then I'll be good as new."

"I just wish I knew what was wrong so I could help." She mumbles, the sadness trickling through her voice. "I hate seeing you like this. I just want to take all that sadness away for you, Nicky."

He swallows. "I wish you could, too."

For some reason she feels nauseous. She hates that she can't help him when he needs someone, and she has to sit on the sidelines and watch while he suffers. Why can’t he just let her help?

"Can you at least let Noah know what’s going on? He's worried too."

"I know." A pause. "I'll talk to him."

"Thank you." She hums softly, and her gaze flicks towards the small clock she had on the wall. "I should probably go. It's late. You have a show tomorrow."

"That I do." He sounds tired and Mimi's chest twists with sadness.

"I'm sorry for being so upset." She quickly gets out before he could hang up. "I just... I care about you a lot."

"I know." Nicholas hums. "I care about you a lot, too. And Noah."

"We know."

Another moment of silence.

"Call me tomorrow?" Nicholas asks softly, hopeful. Naomi nods.

"Of course, as long as you answer.” She teases.

"Oh, fuck off.” There’s no malice behind his voice, and she can almost hear the smile in it. “Goodnight Mimi.”

"Goodnight Nicky."

That night as she laid in bed, trying to sleep, she did her best to ignore the heaviness in her heart as her mind drifted back to Nicholas.

...

The tension from her shoulders fell the second she stepped inside her apartment. A pleased noise escapes her, a sigh most likely, as she slipped her shoes off and left them by the door, padding her way through the apartment. It had been a long day filled with work at the new office, and an even longer night when her coworkers turned friends convinced her to go out with them. One drink turned into two, two drinks turned into three, and three drinks turned into her having to have someone drive her home.

Naomi didn't feel as drunk anymore, maybe a step above tipsy, and all she really wanted right now was to wash this makeup off and slip into something comfier. She'd been daydreaming about the oversized shirt in her closet on the ride home, almost being able to feel the soft fabric wrap itself around her body. She couldn't remember whose it was - maybe one she had bought, maybe one she stole from Noah, or maybe one she stole from Nicholas. Who knows, because she sure as hell doesn’t.

Her body falls into a routine the second she steps into her bathroom, comfy clothes on, and she pulls her curls up into a loose bun, diving straight into her skincare. She couldn't be bothered to do the whole step-by-step routine she liked to do, just a double cleanse to rinse the makeup and dirt from her face and then some moisturizer.

Her phone ringing in her room has her pausing mid-cleanse, heart picking up from the surprise.

"It's two in the fucking morning..." She grumbles to herself, rushing into her room to retrieve her phone.

Her heart rate slows down at the sight of Noah's name flashing across her screen, and she instantly relaxes. She forgot he had promised to call her after their show that night, but it might be later than usual. One of the headlining bands promised to take some of them out and treat them to some drinks.

for being so fucking awesome🤘🏻, Noah had texted her earlier.

She carefully picks the phone up and answers, immediately switching it to speaker phone.

"Hello?"

"Baby."

Noah's voice fills her bathroom and the tone in which he used has a shiver running up her spine. She shakes it off, leaving it to the alcohol still coursing through her veins, and lays her phone down on the counter to finally wash off the cleanser still on her face.

"Hi, my love." She hums.

"What're you doing? You sound far away." There's a whine to his voice and she can't help but chuckle, smiling at herself through the mirror.

"You're on speaker phone, I'm taking my makeup off."

"Did you just get home?"

"Mhm." She bends over the sink, splashing water over her face before reaching for a washcloth, gently wiping her makeup off. "What're you doing? Did you guys end up going out?"

"Yeah." Noah hums in response. "I went out for a little bit, they're all still at the bar. I came back like five minutes ago."

She does another cleanse of her skin, just to make sure everything was completely off before dabbing a towel over her face.

"Why'd you leave so early?"

"Missed you," Noah mumbled into the receiver, and she can hear the pout in his voice. She smiles to herself. "Wanted to hear your voice."

"Missed you too, sweetheart. How many more weeks of tour left?" She asks as if she didn't already know, counting down the damn days as they pass.

"Three weeks." He sounds relieved. "It's been incredible, but I miss my fucking bed. And you. I really fucking miss you."

Naomi laughs, a bit too loud for two in the morning, but she doesn't care. Hopefully her neighbors don't mind too much.

"These three weeks will fly by so quick, babe. I promise."

Noah hums something in response but she doesn't quite catch it, only hearing the whine in his voice and the slight slur to his words.

"What was that? I can’t hear you and your drunk rambling,” She teases with a laugh.

" ‘m not drunk. A little buzzed," She hears shifting on the other end and a shaky breath leaving Noah before he continues, "and maybe a little tired, but nothing too crazy. Are you drunk?"

"No. Just a little buzzed and tired like you."

"Can we switch to FaceTime? I wanna see you." There's a slight lilt to Noah's voice, a little more breathy than normal, and Naomi's skin prickles at the sound.

"Of course, baby. Give me a second." She mumbles, quickly applying some moisturizer to her skin.

She picks her phone up and presses the FaceTime option, watching her screen load. She props her phone up against the mirror in front of her and reaches for her toothbrush when she hears Noah let out a pleased sigh.

"Mimi."

That breathy tone he used again has her pausing, fingers gripping around her brush as her eyes flickered back towards her phone.

“Oh.”

The look in Noah’s eyes has Mimi tensing, shoulders squaring as she stared at her phone screen. She knows that look – she’s seen it before, remembers it clearly. The way Noah stared down at her with his wide brown eyes, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he tried to hold in his noises in some empty venue hallway while her mouth moved along his cock, heavy and wet on her tongue. Her thighs press together at the memory.

"How long until they come back?" Is the first thing she asks, eyes narrowing at Noah through the screen. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"They won't be back for a few more hours."

There's shifting on the other side of the screen, and she sees Noah's face scrunch up, eyes squeeze shut for a moment. His mouth parts, a shaky breath leaving him. Her thighs pressed together again and heat pools in her stomach at the realization of what he's doing. The only thing she could see on the screen was his face, but she knew that if it was angled just a bit lower... Naomi has to take a deep breath to calm herself.

"What do you need from me, baby?" She keeps her voice soft, light, and she lays her toothbrush down on the counter. Noah makes a noise, almost like something got caught in his throat.

"Talk to me." He breathes out, a slight whine in his voice. "Tell me what to do, I don't know. I just like hearing your voice."

She feels her cheeks flush at the compliment, and also at the fact that in intimate moments like this all Noah wants is to hear her. She smiles to herself before reaching for her phone and quickly making her way back to her bedroom, crawling onto her bed.

"What's got you so worked up, pretty boy?" She questions while getting comfortable, pulling her blankets over her body. She's thankful she likes to keep her room cool, because she knows her body will surely be heating up soon.

He keens at her words. "Couldn't stop thinking about you, or that picture you sent me the other day."

She flushes at the memory of the… risqué picture she had sent him earlier that week. She was adorned in one of his shirts he had gave her before she left the tour, a band shirt she had been stealing from him for years, and a pair a red lace underwear. The shirt was bunched up, barely covering her breasts, and really the only thing you could see were the lace – which was a favorite of Noah’s.

Nothing too crazy, but it was just enough to drive Noah mad and that’s why she sent it.

“Yeah?” She breathes out, the heat in her tummy already swirling. “I knew you’d like it.”

Noah whines at that, and she sees the muscles in his arms tense as he moves again, and her mouth waters just at the thought his hand – long, tattooed fingers – wrapped around his aching cock. She squirms, wishing nothing more for it to be her hand, or even her mouth.

“I fucking loved it.”

“Can I see what you’re doing, baby?” She questions, keeping her voice as level as she could.

Noah nods as another whine slipped from his parted lips and she watched as he shifted on the bed, bringing his phone lower. She couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of his cock – red, swollen tip on full display. His chest rose and fell as he gave the base a firm squeeze. She could only see the bottom half of his face but watched as he licked at his lips before biting down on his bottom lip roughly. He’s already almost to the edge and trying to hold himself together, just for her. Her thighs press together again. They’re still learning each other and figuring out what works, but she was quick to find out that Noah loved when she was direct with him, telling him what to do. He’d listen, no questions asked. Noah was someone that typically liked to be in control of almost every aspect of his life, not usually leaving it in the hands of someone else, and the fact he trusted her enough to do this made warmth spread throughout her chest.

“Oh, you poor thing… It looks like you don’t even need my help at all, baby.” She teases, lips tugging into a smirk. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since this morning.” He gasps out, squeezing his cock with every stroke. “I just – oh, fuck. I really couldn’t stop thinking about you. I fucking,” Noah whimpers, hips rolling into his fist. “I fucking can’t wait to touch you again.”

Naomi’s eyes flutter shut at his words, biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep her own noises at bay. She’s not even touching herself and yet his words have her going crazy already, warmth pooling into the pit of her stomach, and she knows there’s a wet patch in her underwear now. She squirms.

“God, I can’t wait.” She breathes out, eyes opening to stare at Noah. “Is that what you want? To touch me?”

“Yes.” He whimpers. “So bad.”

“You can soon enough, baby, just not right now.”

He whines at her words, and he tilts his phone up to where his full face is shown, and she tries her hardest to not gasp at the fucked-out expression on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something about touching her, she just knows it, but she shushes him before he could even utter a word. His mouth clamps shut immediately.

“Soon.”

He nods, another whine ripping from deep in his chest and she watches his glossed over eyes focus on her, brows furrowing.

"Is... is that Nicky's shirt?" He pants out, staring at the screen with blown out eyes. Naomi freezes before quickly glancing down at her shirt and then back at the screen.

"Yeah. I think so."

Something inside of her stirs, the admission raising some kind of panic in her, but Noah doesn't look angry. No, he looks far from angry. The flush in his cheeks deepens and her shoulders relax, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He liked it – a lot.

"...You look really good in it."

His hand speeds up, working himself closer to the edge and the small, barely there gasping moans he’s letting out has Naomi’s thighs pressing together, cunt clenching around nothing. She wanted nothing more than to slide her hands down her sleep shorts, press against her aching clit and rub one out, but she stayed still. Her focus was solely on Noah and Noah alone, she’ll help herself out later.

“Thank you.” She hums out, her own cheeks slightly flushed. “You close, sweetheart?”

He nods before his head lolls to the side, another moan ripping out from him, from deep within his chest. She watches as his hips roll and stutter in his hand, chest rising and falling. It doesn’t take long until he’s choking out her name, followed by a high-pitched moan, spilling all over his hand and stomach. Naomi bites her lip to once again keep her own noises down, fingers twitching because she could easily slip two fingers into herself now with how wet she was, but she doesn’t. Instead, she waits for Noah to come down, the rise and fall of his chest slowing down. He blinks when he brings the phone back up to his face, eyes glossed over and her chest twists because she’d do anything to be there right now, but the best she could do is give him a gentle smile.

“Hi, baby.” The corners of his lips quirk up and her smile only grows. “You did so good, my love.”

Noah makes a noise, almost like a whine, and his eyes flutter shut. “Yeah?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She rolls onto her back now, ignoring the wetness in her sleep shorts. “You’ll need to get up and clean yourself up, okay?”

Noah groans in response and it takes her a few more minutes of convincing him before he’s pushing himself up and off the bed, going to the bathroom to clean himself off. He takes the phone with him and she knows it’s only to know she’s still there while he’s getting ready for bed, because he doesn’t even say a word. He usually didn’t after he’s came down, brain fuzzy and tired, and the ache in Naomi’s chest on tightens even more.

She misses him so, so much.

Her own eyes are fluttering by the time he makes it back it back to bed, snuggling deep into his pillows. She does the same, curling her blanket close to her as she brought her phone closer to her face, seeing Noah’s eyes barely open.

“You should sleep.” She whispers, a yawn following her words.

“Will you stay on here with me?” He asks quietly, peaking one eye open at the phone before letting it slip shut again. “Until I fall asleep.”

“Baby, I’m not that far behind you. I’m one second away from falling asleep with this damn phone in my hand.”

Huffing out a sleepy laugh, he opens both eyes finally, “That’s fine. Just stay on here. It’ll be like I fell asleep next to you.”

She doesn’t stop the slight dip of her lips at his words, heart dropping to her stomach. Sure, the illusion is there, but Noah isn’t. Absentmindedly she stretches her hand out, fingers running over empty sheets.

“I miss you.”

Noah notices the frown, his own lips pursing into a pout. “I miss you, too. I’ll be home soon.”

“I know,” She mumbles, trying to swallow down the lump that’s found its way in her throat. “Just… miss you a lot.”

Noah doesn’t say anything, just gives her another pout before his eyes fall shut again. Silence washes over them and that stupid lump is still lodged somewhere deep in her throat, but she tries to will it away, settling her phone against the pillow beside her and shutting her eyes.

The last thing she remembers before falling asleep is Noah’s gentle voice whispering, “I love you.”

…

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

Naomi can't help but laugh as both Noah and Nicholas give her a goofy grin from the other side of the screen. She can see Jolly in the back who just rolls his eyes, but his lips are curled so she knows he's not that annoyed by their antics.

"We missed you." Noah says, laying his cheek against his arm. He's stretched out on his shared bed with Nicholas, laying on his front, and resting his phone on the pillows.

They're in some bum-fuck state in the middle of nowhere, Naomi can't be bothered to really remember where. They had a day off tomorrow, she remembers from a text Noah sent her earlier that morning, and she suspects they went out after the show and had only a few drinks with the other bands. At least, that's what Nicholas told her about an hour ago. She suspects Jolly may have had only a few, but with the Folio is knocked the fuck out on the other bed, and the dopey grins on both Nicholas and Noah's faces, she's gonna say they had more than a few.

"Yeah?" She hums, snuggling into her blanket. Nicholas nods, climbing his way on top of Noah.

The younger boy doesn't even budge as Nicholas practically clings to his back, his chin resting on Noah's shoulder.

"Of course." Nicholas' bottom lip juts out. "We always miss you."

She can't help but flush at that, her skin heating up at Nicholas' words. We always miss you. Such a simple statement has her tummy doing flips, and it should be concerning due to the fact it wasn't her boyfriend who said that. It was her best friend, and she should unpack that, but she won't. At least not now.

"Cute." She mumbles, bringing her blanket up to hide her burning cheeks. "I always miss you guys, too. It's lonely without y'all here."

"One more week!" Noah exclaims and it's followed by a yelp, a pillow flying at him from the side of the screen.

"Shut the fuck up." She doesn't miss the groggy and very grumpy tone of Folio, and she covers her mouth to stifle her laughter when both Noah and Nicholas look at the screen with wide eyes.

"Sorry," Noah sheepishly says, grunting when he tries to scoot closer to the phone but Nicholas on top of him makes it hard, so he opts for grabbing it instead and whispering, "One more week. I can't wait to see you."

Even in his drunken state she can hear the sincerity in his tone, and her heart swells beneath her chest. One more week and she'll be with her boy again. She's been antsy for the last few days, knowing that soon enough Noah will be with her. He's staying for a week before he has to fly back out to Los Angeles, their upcoming debut album drop date slowly approaching. She hasn't told him yet, but there might be a plane ticket that's sitting in her mailbox that's departing from RIC to LAX during the second week of August.

She'll sit on that for a few more weeks before surprising him with it.

"I can't wait to see you too, baby." Her gaze softens at the smile Noah gives her and her eyes move from him to Nicholas. "And you, too. You're staying a few weeks, right?"

Nicholas nods, shifting a bit on top of Noah which causes the boy under him to groan. "Mhm. A few old clients hit me up, so I'm gonna be home for a while."

Home. Just the words falling from his lips has her grinning from ear to ear, chest fluttering with some sort of feeling that she can't explain, and her tummy doing those stupid flips again. Seriously, she should unpack whatever she keeps feeling whenever Nicholas looks at her, whenever he mentions coming home because she knows that it means he's coming back to her. She just missed him a lot, right? She just missed the comfort of not having both of her boys with her, always having one of them at her side. That's all this was. She had just grown used to the feeling of her best friend always being a call away, and since this is his first time back home in months, she's just excited. Right? That's all this is.

The growing pit in her stomach says otherwise, but she can't even dwell on the thought before she's speaking again.

"Think you got time to give me another tattoo? I've been itching for another one."

The words fall from her lips without much of a second thought and the look Nicholas gives her through the screen has her breath hitching. She had gotten a few other tattoos after the one Nicholas gave her, but the peonies on her thigh was the only one he did himself. Memories of that night in the shop fill her mind, and she knows Nicholas is thinking about it too, and she squirms against her bed.

"Of course," He clears his throat, as if he was shaking himself out of whatever trance he was just in before giving her a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes. "I always have time for you."

She blushes.

"We should all get matching tattoos." Noah says suddenly, snapping both her and Nicholas out of whatever trance they were in. "When we get home."

"You wanna get matching tattoos?" She questions and Noah nods.

"Well, yeah." Noah shrugs - or well, tries to, because Nicholas is still draped over his back - and gives her a smile. "We all got matching band tattoos a few weeks ago, so it makes sense that we would get one, too."

Naomi feels warm all over, Noah's words making something clench beneath her chest. It shouldn't be too surprising, her and Noah are dating, and all three of them have been friends for so long. It was always the three of them, their tiny trio.

"I'd like to get something to remember the two most important people in my life." Noah continues after a few beats of silence.

Nicholas hums. "I think we should. We could get Vince to do them for us."

"See! We are so doing this when we get home."

"What would we even get?" Naomi asks, laughing quietly at her boyfriend's excitement.

"Now might be the wrong time to ask us that, Mimi." Nicholas mumbles, leaning his head against Noah's. "Asking two drunk people what they should get tattooed is just asking for trouble."

"What do you mean? My best ideas come to me when I'm drunk." Noah jokes, his laughter mixing with Nicholas'.

"Yeah... I'm sure they do.”

Both her and Nicholas are smiling, and she notices how fond the boy looks, eyes dropping to Noah before flicking to the screen to look at her. Her breath hitches the second their eyes meet but Nicholas' smile only widens, eyes crinkling at the ends. She clears her throat, gaze moving back towards Noah.

"We'll figure it out when y'all get home, okay?"

Both boys nod, agreeing with her that they should think on it and agree whenever they come back to Richmond. Mimi reaches up to cover her mouth with her hand, stifling the yawn that's been threatening to escape for the last few minutes.

"What time is it there?" Noah asks softly. He yawns just seconds later, and Nicholas laughs above him.

"Around 1." She mumbles, snuggling further into her bed. They were about an hour or two behind her, she thinks, maybe more.

"You should go to bed." Nicholas says to her. "We didn't mean to keep you up."

"Oh, hush." She huffs out a quiet laugh. "You didn't keep me up, I wanted to talk to you guys. I miss you."

Both boys flush at her words, sheepish grins tugging at her lips and she has to stop herself from cooing.

"We miss you so much." Noah hums, trying to keep his voice low. Nicholas nods at his words, head knocking against Noah's. "And we can't wait to see you. One more week."

"One more week." She says back, lips curling.

"Text me when you wake up?" Noah asks while Nicholas slowly rolls off of him, instead snuggling next to him. He throws an arm over Noah's back and Naomi doesn't miss the way Noah sinks into the feeling of Nicholas pressed against him.

"I always do, babe."

"I know," He whines, pouting at her through the screen. "Just felt like I should ask."

"You shouldn't have to ask." She hums, giving Noah a gentle smile. "I'll text you first thing in the morning, okay?"

Noah nods, cheeks stained red, and her gentle smile only widens as a comfortable silence falls over them. Naomi stifles yet another yawn, eyes fluttering closed, and when she opens them both Noah and Nicholas are already staring at her, softness swirling around their eyes. She brings the blanket up to hide part of her face.

"We love you." Noah murmurs, voice soft and quiet, like he only wanted her and Nicholas to hear.

Something shifts the exact moment her eyes met Nicholas' across the screen, her breath hitching.

She knew there was still something there for Nicholas, something that she pushed so far deep inside of her that she thought she could ignore. It's starting to surface again, her throat tightening up as if it's going to come up that way, and she swallows it down as Nicholas kept his gaze on her through the screen. Even in his drunken haze there's still a softness in his eyes that she knows is just for her... and Noah. He gives her a smile, a dopey one similar to Noah's, and then he's looking back down at the boy. His expression doesn't change, and she has to take a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, biting down on her lip to try and stop it from trembling.

"I love you," She manages to get out, saying it to no one in particular. Her eyes moved from Nicholas' back to Noah's, and she somehow was able to muster up a smile. "So much. I can't wait for you guys to come home."

They both smile, wide and bright and so fucking beautiful, Naomi feels like she can't breathe. it was starting to become overwhelming, this feeling itching farther and farther up into her chest and almost like she was being suffocated. They eventually say their goodbyes, and she even manages to say goodbye to Jolly, who she's forgotten was even there, hair wet from the shower he must've taken while her, Noah, and Nicholas fucked around on FaceTime.

"Goodnight Mimi." He smiles as Noah turns the camera towards him. "I'll make sure your boys are alright."

Your boys. She clears her throat, giving him a tight-lipped smile that he notices almost right away, brows furrowing.

"You always take care of them for me. Thanks Jolly."

A few more goodbyes from Nicholas and Noah, who seem to not want to let her go yet before Jolly has to physically take the phone away from them and end the call himself, Naomi is met with silence. She lets her phone fall to lay beside her as she rolls over on her back, eyes glued to the ceiling.

That feeling she felt earlier? The one she couldn't explain? The same one she got whenever she looked at both Noah and Nicholas? It's clear as day to her now, slowly inching its way through her. It's in her bloodstream, flowing throughout her body. She can feel it in her toes, to the tips of her fingers, all the way to the top of her fucking head.

There's no doubt in her mind she loves Noah - she has always loved him. From the second they met she knew it was him. But there was no denying the feelings that she had for Nicholas. They were always there too, and maybe in the beginning it wasn't as intense, but now... Now it feels like there's a ten-ton brick weighing on her chest because she knows that it's serious.

Naomi was in love with Nicholas Ruffilo, and maybe she always had been, and it scared the absolute shit out of her.

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brandogenius · 8 months ago

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Helloo, I know I havent been so interactive as of recently but uni has me by the throat and I am pretty sure I failed a final even tho I studied so hard for it so not feeling very well.

Would love to see a blurb or headcannons of Julien or the boys in general comforting ya!reader after a tough exam.

-🦝

hi racoon!!! you don’t need to explain to me why you haven’t been interactive! i totally understand! you gotta put yourself first before anything

i hope youre doing very well :( maybe you didn’t. we gotta have some hope. you studied really hard for the final exam and it’ll be worth it!!

don’t stress yourself out my love :(🫶🫶 you did the best and that’s all you can do. i’m sure your grades will be great and you’ll pass that final with flying colours! i believe in you and am proud of you very much!🫶🫶🩷🩷💝💝💝💓💘💖💞💞💖💖💘💗 ily!

if you ever need- my dms are open if you need to talk or ramble :)

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - julien & younger artist! reader - comforting them through an exam (short)

- ya attending college virtually while touring. taking days off to study while working around being on tour. having to fly back to attend the exam physically. thankfully there was a few days of no shows in between the exam so julien flew back with you

- getting more familiar and comfortable with the boys was good. julien guiding you through the airport. she knew it like the back of her hand.

- staying at your parents house while you’re there. your parents were out for the week while you were there but let them know you and julien would be staying. you going back to your bedroom and julien taking the guest room

- being able to show julien around your small town that evening. getting dinner at your local restaurant before going back to studying in the living room, flashcards scattered around you.

- “probably should call it an early night? your exam starts at like 9am?” julien already starting to collect the cards, shuffling them back into the small folder and trying to lead you to your bedroom. “i’ll wake you up around 7am? i’ll have breakfast made and drop you go college. just ring me when you’re finished i’ll collect you”

- not even sleeping that well / not being able to get enough / a good decent sleep that night. just a lot of stress. you’ve been doing tour dates after your dates. you’re worried. what if you could’ve used that time to study?

- julien sticking to her word. knocking on the bedroom door, pulling the curtains open and waking you up at exactly 7:01am. it was a bit different than on a tour bus, and not having phoebe slamming the bunk curtains open while blasting songs in your ear at 5am but it was better.

- not really a morning person, you get ready and head down to the kitchen where jb is after making some fruit. “we could go get coffee after your exam? should be over by 12? get some lunch and pack. our flight is for 7am tomorrow”

- jb dropping you off to college but you’re hesitant on going. flashcards and study notes gripped FIRMLY in your hands. julien going on her of her little rambles about how this is just one exam. you’re packing the notes into your folder, leaving them on the seat and waving goodbye to julien.

- jb getting that msg to come collect you. she wasn’t expecting to see you crying outside the college. unlocking the door for you and she’s immediately concerned. passing tissues to ya and is like “i’m not gonna drive until you tell me what’s wrong”

- ya being like “i’m pretty sure i just failed that exam-“ and you start to cry harder, unable to get any words out. julien taking off her seatbelt and just hugging you like “no no- kid. that’s not true. you studied so hard for that exam don’t say that”

- young artist sitting there like “no- i got a couple wrong i know it. i’m gonna fail-“ and julien’s like >:((( about to go into the college to shout at the examiner for what? she doesn’t know but she’s gonna anyway

- “it’s just one exam- you’ve been studying for a month kid. you barely talked to me yesterday you were studying! you’re gonna pass it. so what you got a few wrong? you got most of them right huh?” and you’re nodding you’re head like yeah. and jb is like “yeah so i know you’re gonna pass 100%”

- just being comforted by julien made ya feel a little bit better. they never really had anyone to comfort them so it was nice to be comforted by someone they now considered a big sister / big sibling model in their life.

- “sorry for like.. crying into your shirt” “don’t even worry about it kid. how about lunch?”

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year ago

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The first time Lrhwy Alec comes back from deployment after adopting Max 🥹

okay chapter 2 actually begins with this scene and I’ve been wanting to write it for the longest time. Here’s a snippet for you.

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Alec’s been skipping on his feet since morning. Since yesterday.

All week actually.

It’s impossible not to feel that way when today is the day. He’s only waited seven months for this. To be back home, back to his family again.

Their entire unit is at the airport right now, waiting to be picked up by their family members.

Alec cannot wait to see Magnus but there’s nothing new about this. He’s always excited to see Magnus.

But this time, Alec’s longing to see someone more than Magnus.

Max.

His Max. His baby.

It still doesn’t feel real sometimes that he is a dad. That he has an actual child to love.

The past few months without Max have been painful in a way that nothing has ever felt. Being away from Magnus is hard enough but there’s something cosmically different about missing his own kid.

He sees and talks to Max on video calls all the time but there’s nothing that can compare to actually holding his baby.

Also, Max is three so he can’t really hold a conversation. He’s always just saying gibberish between bouts of ‘daddy, daddy’ all the time.

Mom, Jace, Izzy, Magnus and Max are coming to pick him up.

Alec’s never been more in hurry to get home.

It’s 3:35 when his flight lands and by the time Alec is out, it’s almost 4. Magnus should be here soon.

“Alec!!” Jace yells and Alec turns up to find his mom, brother and sister there. Alec rushes towards them and envelopes his mom in his arms. Then Jace and Izzy. When Jace holds his face in his hands like the dramatic bitch he is, Alec almost cried with happiness.

“Where’s Magnus?” He asks when there’s still no sign of his boyfriend and son.

“I don’t know. We can’t reach them.”

“What?” Alec asks, a little worried.

He takes out his phone and checks Magnus’s last text

It’s a photo of Max and him, cuddled up in the morning.

We can’t wait to see you.

I miss you darling.

Magnus has been doing a countdown since the last 48 hours.

48 hours until I see you.

20 hours until I get to hug you.

2 hours until I get to kiss you.

I miss you.

I love you.

Alec calls him but Magnus doesn’t answer.

He calls him again. And again. Until he sighs.

Maybe they’re stuck in traffic.

“They’re probably stuck in traffic,” mom says.

Alec nods.

They wait for another half an hour, but Magnus still doesn’t arrive and Alec’s worry rises.

“We should go home. We’ll drop a text and let him know that we’re home. You can meet him there,” Izzy murmurs.

But what if Alec leaves and Magnus arrives and it’s another hour before they see each other again. He doesn’t think he can wait another hour.

His entire body is longing to see them. Alec can’t wait. If he doesn’t see Magnus and Max in the next thirty seconds, he will jump off a window.

But another half an hour passes without the sight of his baby and his other baby and Alec just wants to cry.

He hugs his mom, a little too tightly as he whispers, “Let’s go home.”

Jace takes his bag and they all turn to leave when a voice, the voice calls him.

“Alexander!!!!!”

Alec turns and his entire body sighs, relaxes, and somehow gets alive again.

Magnus stands there with Max in his arms. A huge smile appears on his face and his shakes his head to the side, opening his arms.

Max squirms in his arms so his boyfriend puts him down, exchanging a look at Jace, who makes his way towards the small boy.

Max is a chaotic little shit and he can go from anywhere to anywhere in a matter of three second.

“Magnus,” he whispers as Magnus comes running towards him, crashing their bodies together.

Alec doesn’t try to hide the tears that leave his eyes as he touches, and holds the love of his life in his arms again.

“I’m so sorry. There was a small accident and we got late,” Magnus says hurriedly and the words accident raises up his blood pressure suddenly. He pushes back and glances at his boyfriend’s body and only then he notices how disheveled he looks. There’s some light bruising on his arms and his shirt looks like it hasn’t been washed in days

Magnus is going to have an aneurysm if someone captures a picture of him looking like this and it goes viral.

“What? What happened?” He asks.

Magnus shakes his head, “I’ll tell you later,” he says and cups Alec’s face. Alec closes his eyes as he feels Magnus’s lips against his and breathes. And he wonders for a second how he ever lived without doing this for seven months. They kiss for barely a few seconds and Alec wants nothing but to do this for the rest of his life but there’s something, a huge voice inside his chest still and it’s not going to be filled until he holds his son.

Alec’s scared though. He is so, so scared that Max is not going to recognise him.

When Alec went for his deployment, Max was barely two and a half years old. Now he’s 3 and three years old are babies and don’t have the best memory and what if his baby doesn’t remember him?

There wasn’t a single second that Max left Alec alone before, always clutched to Alec’s side. Always with Alec but that was seven months ago.

And sure, Alec’s been talking to him on calls but what does a three year old even remember?

Maybe Magnus can see his worry because the man holds his face and smiles, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’s very, very excited to see you. He missed you like crazy.”

Alec exhales. He believes Magnus. Always does.

They release each other from their hold and Alec makes his way towards Max, who is clutching Jace, a nervous expression on his face.

Max is never nervous and Alec’s heart breaks a bit. He doesn’t want his kid to ever be worried.

He crouches down infront of his son and gently, touches his head.

“Hi, my baby,” Alec whispers.

Max, who’s been looking all worried until now suddenly perks up.

“Daddy in phone,” he says pointing towards Jace’s phone.

Alec chuckles softly, his heart breaking at Max’s surprise to see his dad infront of him, instead of a phone.

Magnus is crouching next to them too and he smiles at the two of them.

“Daddy’s here now, Blueberry.”

Max looks at him for a good few seconds before the damn breaks and he bursts into huge, loud tears.

“Daddy here?” He hiccups as he falls into Alec’s arms, clutching onto his uniform.

Alec starts crying too as he holds his baby.

“I’m here, Max. I’m here. I’m so sorry for leaving you,” Alec whispers, holding onto his son like his life depends on it.

“Da-daddy..” Max continues saying daddy, like it’s the only word he understands right now.

Alec puts him back on the ground and cradles his face. “I missed you, baby.”

Max beams through the tears and Alec can’t wonder how fast he’s growing up.

“Missed you daddy,” Max says as he jumps into Alec’s arms again.

And it feels like Alec can finally breathe again.

#this scene was supposed to go 800% more angstier tbh #LRHWY #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #max lightwood bane

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charlesleclerc2003 · 7 months ago

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All I want! Jared X Reader (Jensen X Reader)

Summary: After the sudden death of your husband, his best friend helps you through the grief.

Warnings: Death of a major character, suicidal thoughts, depression.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, my life has been hectic recently, but hopefully I'll be posting more often now things have calmed down.

My Masterlist

If you ever want a request my inbox is always open. I will try and get any done as soon as possible. Always looking for more inspiration, hopefully you guys can help.

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You were sat at your desk, flicking through your emails when your phone rang. You happily picked it up since your husband usually called you after he finished filming a scene

You had met your husband, Jared after being a guest star it one of the episodes for his show Supernatural. You two had immediately hit it off and he had asked you out. You had been dating from two years even whilst you lived in the uk and he was filming in Vancouver, when he asked you to marry him.

He made it extremely romantic and not long after you found out you were pregnant with your first child. You moved out to the states to live with him. That was when you met Jensen, his best friend and co-star in Supernatural. Little did you know how much he would help you in the coming months.

After your first child was born Jared, regrettably, went back to work with Jensen. He didn't want to leave you so soon after giving birth but both you and Jensen assured him that everything would be okay, and that you had Jensen's wife Daneel to help you if you needed it.

He made sure to call you whenever he wasn't filming just to check in on you and your son, Ash. It became a habit and he calls you every day just to check in whilst he's away.

You found out you were pregnant again shortly after the boys started filming season 10. Jared was so happy, and all the crew threw him a party to celebrate.

It was that night that you got the call you were never hoping to receive. Your phone rang at 2 in the morning waking you and your sleeping toddler.

Answering it, you didn't even look at the caller ID.

You didn't recognise the voice on the other end. Then your heart dropped, "I'm afraid to say your husband has been in a road traffic collision."

"Is he okay?" You question.

There is silence on the other end before they say "I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs Padalecki."

Your phone drops from your hand and you let out a few quiet no's.

You start to shake and sob uncontrollably.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs before Daneel rushes in, engulfing you in a hug and letting you scream and cry on her shoulder.

The sound of your toddler screaming breaks through, and you reach for him. You pull him onto your lap and cry into his long hair. He is an exact copy of Jared.

You look up at Daneel, and her heart breaks for you, "it's gonna be okay." She says giving both of you a hug.

"He's gone." You whisper, Dani, barely able to hear you.

The next few days were blurry, everything happened so quickly.

You all flew out to vancouver, Jensen met you all at the airport. As soon as he saw you he hugged you tight. You broke down again.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled into your hair.

Your hand immediately went to your stomach where your unborn baby girl was certainly very active.

You had the funeral back in Texas, and Jensen didn't want to leave you on your own, so they invited you to stay at theirs. You could stomach staying in your own home. Everything of his was still there.

You found you really struggled with day to day things, even seeing your son shattered your heart. He looked so much like Jared, your heart couldn't take it.

One night, it got too much. You found your self in the bathroom surrounded by pills. You didn't want to do it but your heart couldn't take it anymore.

You sent a quick text to Jensen, 'Im sorry'

A few seconds later your phone rang. You answered put it on speaker and laid it down on the floor.

"Y/N, are you there? What's with the text? Are you okay?"

You burst into tears, and you hear rustling and voices on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay stay on the phone with me, me and Dani are coming round. Where are you sweetheart?"

You manage to croak out "Bathroom, upstairs."

You hear the door unlock, all of a sudden glad they had a spare key to your room. The bathroom door opens and what Jensen sees breaks his heart.

He crouches down and pulls you into a hig whilst Dani gets rid of the pills.

He pulls away, his hands still on your shoulders, and looks you in the eyes.

"I need you to be honest with me, have you taken any?" He asks as his thumb rubs your arms softly.

You start to cry again and shake your head no.

He lets out a breath, glad you hadn't done anything.

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A few months later, you're finally doing better. It still hurts, and it always will. But Jen and Dani have done so much to make it easier for you. You've started therapy, and you're on medication for your depression. They were even there when you went into labour with your baby girl.

You decide to name your daughter Elouise Ross Padalecki after Jensen.

Years down the line you're finally in a better place and you visit his grave every week. Telling your children stories of their father. Jensen and Misha love to tell them all the goofy things he used to do on set.

#supernatural #jensen ackles #spnfamily #jared padalecki #spn #jaredxreader

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greatunironic · 2 years ago

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So you've said you're open to prompts, and now I can't stop wanting more 'The Most Remarkable Thing' content... I am DESPERATE for late 80s/early 90s Eddie starting to make it as a respected local musician in the Seattle Grunge scene and how he navigated it all (And Steve and the crew's reaction when he started to make it big) But like.. Eddie meeting his band, Eddie meeting other Seattle musicians we know and love (Dave Grohl's party, wassup).. Even darker stuff? Like Eddie and the Seattle scene navigating something like Mia Zapata's murder (Eddie's PTSD would say hello here again I bet)... But yeah, the whole scene is so fascinating, and I'd just really love to know more about Eddie (or Ed) finding his feet there and then finding himself amongst it all, a bit <3

in remarkable, mike and el get married in the summer of ‘93, early july. it’s obviously a whole thing — i think it’s the first big family get together since the kids all graduated high school in ‘89 and steve was the last one to move out of hawkins. there have been get togethers and family dinners and they throw eddie an album release party, the party plus robin and steve crashing at eddie’s tiny seattle one bedroom. but eddie’s been touring almost nonstop since Girl dropped + the shotguns actually just did their first european tour in ‘92 after METALHEAD is released, and hopper’s been cancer free for a year now — so this wedding is a big fucking deal. eddie wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

(more under a cut because this for out of hand)

so everyone is in indiana, at hopper and joyce’s, and eddie was almost the last to get there but he got there, uncle wayne picking him up at the airport and giving him shit about not bringing a suit and making him stop somewhere before they can get to the farm. it’s a beautiful ceremony, officiated by a local priest whose name no one can remember after, and they throw a dope ass party for the pair of them. jonathan and nancy had eloped, and hopper and joyce had a tiny church wedding back in ‘87; but it feels like this is the first big wedding for the group, the first big life event for all of them, and as it happens: everyone gets crunk.

(max’s chair lift gets a lot of action this weekend, let’s just say.)

they get married in the evening, on a friday, the 9th. the party goes strong well into the early hours of the next morning, and at around three am — while mile and el are slow dancing to the radio in the kitchen, and the rest of the party are smoking eddie’s weed in the yet unremodeled dairy parlor with jonathan and argyle, and joyce, robin, and nancy are wine drunk on the porch and talking shit about robin’s neighbors in boston — eddie’s hanging out with hopper, enzo, murray, and uncle wayne in hopper’s study — the four older men are getting blasted, playing some allegedly russian drinking game that involves taking a shot, crawling under a table, and then taking another shot and repeating the whole thing. hopper’s like “oh yeah i played this back before i adopted el, only it was called depressive alcoholism back then.”

so they’re fucking wall-eyed and steve’s there too, only he can’t drink on account of him nearly cutting off his own thumb four days prior when he, hopper, and jonathan were building the pergola for the wedding. it doesn’t seem to bother steve, who’s been moving between groups to make sure people drink water and eat slices of plain bread.

hopper, to eddie’s absolute delight, gets increasingly handsy whilst in his cups and he keeps grabbing steve and hugging him, ruffling his hair, sitting him on his lap and being like “my boy’s thinking about getting his masters next year” and otherwise just being like a total drunken mess of a proud father in between crying about el leaving him. steve rolls his eyes but blushes, and eddie —

listen. it’s been something like seven years since steve carried eddie out of the upside down; it’s been seven years since eddie got wrapped up in that shit, and it’s been seven years since it was over; it’s been seven years since eddie lost his kidney and his heart in practically one evening. and it’s fine! it’s great! eddie’s written two albums (and one got him to the fucking grammy’s, thanks), and he’s working on a third and it’s been seven years and he’s made his peace with the fact that steve harrington is probably the one great love of his life.

nights like these are just — hard.

eddie knew that, going in. he steeled himself in on the plane ride in, then the drive, and every single morning in the bathroom mirror since, and he’s doing a great job, he’s holding it together and fuck it he’ll probably get some good lyrics out of this at least. it’s only when the light catches steve’s blush so, when he rolls his eyes and mouths “help me” to eddie, when he smiles, pleased and shy, and eddie thinks he’s the only one who notices —

his pager buzzes. it’s wanjeri, he sees, when he checks it — CALL ME, all caps, nothing else — and he thinks about ignoring her for a moment. but wanjeri doesn’t page unless she truly needs to, and it’s getting close to her due date, so maybe she needs him to smack around alejandro for a bit.

he excuses himself to the hallway to use the phone there. he begins to dial, says “hey it’s me what’s up,” when she picks up.

from outside, he can hear nancy hysterically laughing while robin is shouting, also laughing, “am i a fucking liar, nancy? am i? they’re two halves of the same idiot,” which frankly could be about anyone, and enzo and murray are arguing in russian from the office while hopper and wayne giggle like little kids.

it’s midnight in seattle, and wanjeri has to repeat herself three times before eddie realizes what she’s saying, “mia zapata was murdered.”

the next five minutes pass in a blur — mia’s dead, don’t know who did it, funeral arrangements, wanjeri crying and alejandro’s soothing voice taking up the phone, telling eddie to take care, they’ll see him soon — and then eddie is somehow in the second floor guest bath, his back rammed up against the bathtub, his hands tangled in his hair. in the back of his mind, he can hear bones snapping. he wants to scream. he thinks he might be having a heart attack.

the door opens and closes and eddie looks up through blurry eyes to see steve crouched in front of him, his pretty face creased in concern. what, he wants to snap, what.

“hey,” he says. “eddie, i think you’re having a panic attack. but i’m right here, okay. do you think you could try to match my breathing for a bit?”

he watches through a haze as steve breathes slowly in and out, and eventually eddie is, in fact, breathing with him. steve smiles gently, says, “that’s great, man, great job. do you need anything? can i get you anything?”

“i just wanna sit here for a sec,” eddie says. his voice is hoarse, like he’s been screaming. shit, he hopes he hasn’t been screaming.

“cool,” steve is saying. he moves so he’s next to eddie, backs against the tub. he listens to his even breathing, still modeling for him to match, and after forever, steve asks, “wanna talk about it?”

“not really.”

“okay.”

eddie’s eyes burn, so he squeezes them shut. still, he can feel tears start to roll down his cheeks. steve’s hand presses up against his and eddie says, “a friend of mine was murdered.”

“shit, man.”

“yeah.” eddie scrubs the hand not touching steve’s across his face. “wanjeri knew her better. we just — we ran in the same circles, the same crowd. we opened for her band once, back when we first got started. she was nice. but i can’t remember the last time i actually talked to her and — does it make me a bad person if — if —“

“if what?”

“the whole time wanjeri was telling me, i couldn’t even picture mia’s face. i only saw chrissy.” steve’s fingers intertwine with his and eddie whispers, “i only ever see chrissy.”

eddie starts sobbing, quietly, and steve just holds his hand through it, doesn’t say a word.

but eventually he cries himself out until the only sound in the bathroom is his uneven breaths. steve still hasn’t let go of his hand and eddie tells him, “wanjeri says they’re gonna bury her back home in kentucky next weekend.”

“do you want me to come with you?” asks steve.

“what?” asks eddie.

“do you want me to come with you?” he asks again. “to kentucky. i could drive you?”

“steve,” he says. he wants to cry again.

“you shouldn’t have to be alone,” steve says. there’s a part of eddie — tiny, beaten down and locked away — that wants to think he means something else entirely, but he can’t — he can’t.

“that’s okay,” eddie says. “wanjeri will be there, and the guys.”

he can feel steve’s eyes on the side of his face, searching, so he adds, “do you mind if we just sit here for a little bit longer?”

“no man,” he says. “i don’t mind at all.”

they watch the sun rise from the bathroom, and when robin comes knocking with a vicious hangover at eight am, they’re still holding hands. they never talk about it.

#asks or whatever #stranger things #most remarkable thing #this got wildly out of hand #might need to clean it up and make it it’s own timestamp #(there’s another timestamp inspired by this ask in the proverbial hopper)#(less of a downer too)

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hyperfixated-gvf · 3 years ago

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Control and Denial

Happy late birthday to my lovely @fictional-duchess it's a day late and about 7k words over what I'd originally planned, but...ya know.

As this is a gift, I will be posting two versions - Viv's version and then a Y/N version for those who prefer that.

Now here's some subby rhythm section Groupie!AU smut for you finally. Enjoy!

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Words: 13.8k

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader; Danny Wagner x Reader; smidgeon of Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner (Viv's Version)

Warnings: Language, F. Dom/M. Sub, edging, begging, bondage, crying, gagging, slight spitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), threesome

Rated: Explicit

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It wasn’t often that you got so pissed off at the boys that you didn’t want them to touch you.

If they pissed you off, usually, they tried to make up for it with sweet words and thoughtful gifts, and if those didn’t work - sweet release beneath their tongue or fingers or…other body parts. But when they hit just the right nerve, sometimes, you thought about telling them to drop you off at the nearest airport and going back to what your life had been like before Greta.

They’d all been snippy with each other for days - too many shows, not enough time, and not enough space. It was bunks and then green rooms, communal spaces and then shared stages. Not to mention the frustration that came with four men, one you, and no way other than headphones to block out the sounds when it wasn’t their turn.

So yeah. High tensions.

But it all came to a head when Sam and Danny had gotten into it for some unknown reason - one minute they were existing peacefully, and the next, they were throwing insults like confetti, which turned to fists (which you’d told them to knock it off - but had they listened? No.) that spilled hot coffee all over your lap.

They’d been apologetic immediately, scurrying around frantically trying to find a towel and some cold water, but you locked them out of the green room bathroom after you hobbled to it, thankful that this one had a shower that you could cool your burning skin in. They were lucky it was coffee that was hot, but not hot hot, and your skin had turned red but hadn’t stayed the color.

Still - you were pissed. Which kinda sucked, seeing as you’d planned a nice night for Sam - it was his night and had, by some chance and some lucky stars for Sammy, fallen on a PR outing to some shmancy restaurant/club hotel thing with this big, fancy ballroom that they were set to have a photoshoot in the next morning before it was back on the bus. But it was a night not moving and you’d been looking forward to all the fun you were supposed to have.

But now you weren’t in the mood for that fun, and you made a point of it by staying firmly on Jake’s side - not making eye contact with either member of the rhythm section and even going as far as to walk away when you saw Danny coming towards you with a conciliatory drumstick (as if you didn’t have full access to them all the time).

“Darling,” Josh murmured in your ear, walking back to the cars from the venue - late enough that security had kept all fans away from the area, “I know it’s Sam’s night, but if you don’t want to sleep with him, you can always stay with me.”

You knew he wasn’t offering in hopes of getting laid (well, not primarily, rather) - he was just very much in-tune with how it felt to be pissed at the people in his band.

So you smiled and leaned your head into him in affection, and said, “Thanks, Joshy. But it’s fine. Just a small…change in plans, but I still have some ideas for the night.”

And you did. You would still have your fun.

Everyone piled onto the bus, one after another, and you planted yourself in the lounge on a padded bench right across from the couch that Sam was sat on. And then it wasn’t so much as catching his eye than it was meeting them - his gaze had been locked onto you all night, apologetic and curious.

With Jake and Josh flanking you and Danny on the other side of the bus near where they kept their records, you smiled and tapped Jake gently on the knee. He turned your way and raised a brow at your innocently mischievous expression, but said, “Whatcha need, sweetness?”

You laughed at the nickname - not quite fitting for what you had in mind, but would need the twins’ help with. With one last glance to a now very curious Sam, you put your lips at Jake’s ear, cupping your hand around it so that Sam couldn’t catch even a breath of what you said. “I have a plan, but I need you and Josh’s help.”

After you had relayed your plan, Jake snickered and rolled his eyes. “Fitting, I guess. And doable. Not easy, though - so you owe us,” he warned, and you winked.

“Name your price any day of the week, handsome,” you flirted before turning to Josh and asking of him the same service. He, like Jake, laughed at the plan and readily agreed, because no one in this band was going to turn down a plan like the one you’d come up with.

Sam was suspicious. “So what? You’re just gonna abandon me and shove secret plans in my face all night?” he complained light-heartedly. You knew he didn’t want to seem desperate, but his need to know everything and limitless curiosity was bothering him big time.

“Oh, Sammy,” you smiled sweetly, “I’m not gonna abandon you. I did say tonight was your night, didn’t I?”

And even though the words that came out of your mouth should have been a relief, you could see the suspicion deepen in Sam’s face. “I don’t trust that,” he said, and the twins sputtered.

“You shouldn’t,” they both grinned at the same time.

Once you got to the hotel, you left the boys to have a promotional/celebratory drink at the bar and headed to what would be you and Sam’s room for the night, making sure the man himself saw you slip away.

But you knew he wouldn’t get away with leaving early, considering that it was one measly drink and half-hour social before they could go to their rooms, so you knew you had at least that much time to prepare for the night.

You actually had time to spare - ending up on your phone when you heard the lock beep to alert you to a new person coming into the room. As Sam stepped in, the only light coming from the table lamp, you paid him no heed, instead letting him come to you.

And he did. He kicked his sandals off and immediately climbed onto the mattress, wide palms running up your thighs and grabbing at you, trying to get your attention. “Viv?” he tried. When you didn’t answer him and continued to stay glued to your phone, he upped his efforts. Dropping down to his stomach, he pried your legs apart, kissing your inner thighs through the thin fabric of the loose zip-up pants you’d donned. “Viv,” he cajoled, “I know you can hear me.”

“And?”

The shortness of your words must have startled him, because he tensed up and drew back, hesitantly gazing at your face. “Are you - are you still angry? Because if you are, I get it. Just, let me know and I can have Jake or Josh come get your stuff.”

You finally put your phone down. “What about Danny?”

That made his brows furrow, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in annoyance. “Well, I just thought - if you were still mad at me, then you’d still be mad at him, too.” And you shrugged agreeably.

“I guess,” you said simply before drawing yourself up to your knees, shuffling towards Sam until you were face to face. “I’m not going anywhere else. I wasn’t lying - it’s your night.” A hint of relief appeared in his expression - softened features and a release of the tightness around his lips. “But I’m not letting you off easy. Strip down to your boxers and get on that chair.”

When Sam realized what kind of night it was going to be, you were sure he was questioning what kind of a punishment your taking charge was, but you weren’t about to let him in on your little plan, so you just let him think his night was gonna be easy.

He did as he was told, lowering himself into the rolly chair that came with the room, and you went to stand in front of him, the tie from the hotel robe fisted in a hand you held behind your back. “Good boy,” you praised, and you saw Sam’s Adam’s apple bob from your place above his eyeline. “Now, put your hands underneath the armrest - just like that, there you go,” you said softly, padding to the other side of the chair. “I’m gonna tie you up now, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied breathily. “I’m ready.”

You worked silently, concentrating on the knots you had just been studying on your phone. You’d thought about tying his ankles together, too, but ultimately decided against it for ease of movement. Once Sam was good and tied to the chair, you slid your palms up his arms, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. He let his head fall back and met your eyes from upside down.

“Kinda feels like a Spiderman kiss,” he said with a grin.

You left him there, going back to the bed to get on your phone again. “Well, not if I don’t kiss you, it doesn’t.”

“Don’t tease me,” Sam whined, pulling against his binds. “That was mean.”

The glare you fixed him with was unimpressed and dry. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wanna know teasing?” You shook your head. “You’ll know it by the end of the night.”

“...You’re really gonna leave me tied up?”

“Yep,” you said casually. “We’re still waiting.”

The chair rattled as Sam pulled again, wheels scooting an inch. “We?” Sam asked distractedly. You really hoped you’d done the ties well enough he wouldn’t be able to undo them. “Waiting for what?”

There was a commotion out in the hallway, and a shock of anticipation and excitement shot through you. “That,” you said wolfishly, getting up and opening the door. Peeking out into the hallway, you laughed and covered your mouth as you watched Jake and Josh running down the carpet, pushing another rolly chair as fast as they could.

And in that rolly chair, a very angry, very confused, very shirtless Danny, cursing the twins to high heavens and making a racket not becoming of the fancy hotel.

“You fucking idiots! Let me go! You can’t just jump me in my own bedroom and not tell me why!” But then Danny caught sight of you, leaning with a smirk against Sam’s door, and his eyes narrowed as he began to connect the dots. “Was this what you guys were talking about to each other on the bus?”

“Yup,” Josh said, cheerfully meeting your eyes as they slowed in front of you. “Where do you want the goods?” he asked in a mock-whisper and with an exaggerated wink.

You laughed, gesturing into the room and stepped aside as Josh pushed Danny past, the latter giving you a stink eye. You were surprised that no one had poked their heads out of their rooms. Jake lingered outside the door with you.

“So I hear we’re going to be compensated for this act of service?” he cajoled, and you gave him a little kiss.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Did he give you a lot of trouble?”

There was another yell from the room and then Josh came out, hobbling as he rubbed his shin. “Fucker just kicked me in the shin,” he pouted.

Jake nodded to Josh’s ailment and then back to you. “If that gives you any idea, it was worse when he figured out we were tying him down. It took both of us, but we’re—”

“Small but mighty,” you giggled.

Josh poked you in the sides and said, “Watch who you’re calling small!”

Knowing you had two tied up men in the room, you were eager to get back in to start the night, so you patted the twins on the chest and turned. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I have some business to attend to. Thanks for all your help, guys.”

“We’re always down to rough and tumble,” Jake teased. “But remember we still need them, as annoying as they can be.”

“I heard that!” Sam’s voice carried out of the room and made his brothers laugh, but soon they were separated by the closed doors. You didn’t want to dally about anymore.

Approaching the two, both of whom had swiveled their chairs towards you, you wondered if not binding their feet was a mistake and clucked your tongue. “Well, look at what we have here,” you said, clearly gleeful at the situation. “Do you like my surprise?”

Both men gave you an unimpressed glare. “Sucky surprise,” Sam mumbled. “He was the one who got us in trouble in the first place.”

This, of course, did not sit well with Danny. “You’re such a baby,” he griped, and you felt like you were watching two kids in the principal’s office. It didn’t fit the mood you were going for at all.

So, you changed it.

“Sammy already knows that tonight is going to require some patience,” you cut in, raising your brows at each of them in turn. They quieted once you spoke, aware that your tone had changed from gleeful to something a little more interesting - something a little more attention-grabbing. “But will you figure it out on your own, Danny? I wouldn’t want the playing field to be uneven,” you pouted sarcastically.

Danny jerked in his chair and bit back a frown. He obviously wanted to do something about the ‘playing field’, and his inability to do so frustrated him. “Pretty girl,” he mused from his place, tied up on the chair and with a wicked glint in his eye, “you’re not going to keep me tied up.”

The way he stated it as fact instead of as a question really pushed your buttons. Him and his control issues. But honestly, it was probably for the better - after all, a strengthened resolve would come in handy when you started craving the men in front of you.

So you kissed him, a bit of a scratchy stubble littering parts of his cheeks, and pulled away as soon as he surged forward for more. “You’re not in charge right now, Danny.” You saw his jaw clench and he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

It was a mind game at this point. And if Danny and Sam weren’t still a little pissed at each other, the two joining teasing, audible forces would likely have had you on your knees within minutes and no amount of resolve would have changed that. Sam and his (consensual) teasing sexual manipulation combined with Danny’s authority would be hard to resist.

But you weren’t gonna tell them that. If they figured it out on their own, you always had some material you were sure you could gag them with.

With a sharp pat on the face that gave you entirely too much satisfaction, you walked away. “Yeah. You or Sam. If we’re gonna put labels on it, then I’m the one in charge.”

You took your seat on the bed, and saw Sam determinedly still trying to untie your knot, but when he saw you looking at him, he grinned. “You think you can handle that, baby? You think you have what it takes to be in charge?” His smile turned wicked. “Because last time I checked, you were better at being a good girl doing what she was told.”

With a roll of your eyes, you flicked your jeans open, toying with your zipper in a way that drew both men's attention. “What a douchebag thing to say. Not to mention a little offensive,” you shot back with little conviction behind the offense. But there was. Conviction, you meant. Was that really what they thought? “And coming from you, Pillow Princess Sam, you should know I’m just as good at taking control as I am giving it up.”

Danny snorted at that, murmuring, “Pillow Princess…” under his breath, and Sam shot him a glare before turning toward you again, this time with a pretty expression on his face - hooded Bambi eyes and fluttering lashes and a demure smile.

“You’re right, baby. I’m so sorry - I shouldn’t underestimate you. Untie me and maybe we can show Danny just how fun being a pillow princess can be?”

And as tempting as that was, you were quite enjoying the power you had right now. “No,” you said, finally unzipping your pants and peeling them off your legs, letting your thighs spread in a deliberate show for the boys’ taking. “No, see, here's the thing. That coffee hurt this morning. I had to wear Jake’s sweats to a show I’d planned on looking hot for so that I could tease you,” you pointedly stared at Sam, “into fucking me real well tonight with a room and everything.”

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off your bare thighs, your panties sufficiently covering up anything important. “Baby, you looked hot anyways, and I can still fu–”

“Shut up,” you snapped sharply. Sam looked like he wanted to protest, but he met your eyes curiously and obediently shut his mouth. You knew he’d grow tired of following directions, but you’d deal with that later. Right now, you had some sort of sixth sense that the other man wouldn’t be quite so accommodating or receptive to your demands.

Sure enough, as soon as it was clear Sam wasn’t gonna finish his thought, Danny chimed in - testing his line. “Baby, don’t be rude. He was just offering to give you what you want - you’ve already been such a brat tonight with these ties and everything, do you really want to dig your grave any deeper?” Him and his words - you swore, perhaps coming on tour with them as their live-in groupie was not the move when it came to his power-complex in the bedroom. You were spoiling him, and perhaps it was time to stop. “Come over and untie me, and we can show Sam just how hard you like to be dicked down.”

You got up from your place on the bed and moved towards Danny, who obviously thought his authoritative tone and crude words had done the trick as you lowered yourself lightly onto his lap. He smiled at you, sickly sweet and sort of patronizing, but as he opened his mouth to say something, you took a page out of his book and slapped your hand over his mouth, perhaps harder than necessary, and watched in amusement as a shocked expression took over his face.

He really hadn’t seen this side of you, not with him. Sam chuckled at the change in Danny’s face, and Danny tried to shoot him another dirty look, but you made sure to keep his eyes on you. “No. Look at me. Look at me,” you demanded again when Danny still tried to turn his head. When he finally settled on your eyes, his hooded and dark with lust and bold impudence, you returned that too-sweet smile he’d given you. “You guys hurt me this morning. Not on purpose, but you did because you were each trying to be the big-man macho-dude and you kinda ruined my day.”

One of your hands snuck down to slip underneath your panties, and you let out an exaggerated sigh when your finger circled your clit. Sam swallowed audibly and tried to say, “Baby, we said we were sorr–”

But once again, you cut him off. “I told you to shut it, Samuel. Don’t make me gag you.” Your attention was tuned in again to Danny, who was trying to see below your hand that was still stuck to his lips. “So you’re gonna learn a little bit about listening and I’m gonna make my day better. I’m gonna make myself feel good since apparently, neither of you have the ability to do that for me today. Understand?”

Danny shook his head to displace your hand, and you let him, wondering what would come out of the defiant man’s mouth. “Sure you can do that?” he snarked. “I’ve got a perfectly good dick that you can ride, baby. We both know you feel empty with just your fingers.”

As you lifted yourself off Danny’s lap, you started to pull your panties teasingly down your legs. “I think I’ll be just fine,” you said dismissively, sarcastically. Deciding to let Danny figure out your game on his own, you moved back over to the bed, unashamedly spreading your legs so that the two men could see the way you teased yourself now that you were uncovered. You removed the rest of your clothing and drank in the way they both couldn’t tear themselves away from you.

Hello, ego boost.

You continued your self-pleasure, and while you were perhaps not as wet as you could be, it was enough that you could spread it from your entrance to your clit (and from there, you knew you’d get yourself to how wet you wanted to be). “If you guys had just stopped when I told you to stop,” you complained, sighing when you eased a singular finger into yourself, “then maybe it could have been your fingers.”

You worked your finger upwards inside of you and grinded onto the heel of your hand to get the friction that was just out of reach. The night was young, and you had your vibrator on hold near you on the mattress just in case you needed a little more umph.

“Just say the word, pretty girl,” Danny said roughly, “and we’ll help you.” Sam said nothing.

You ignored him, only adding another finger. The familiar feeling of your body under your fingers quickly lulled you into a state of fervor, wanting to get there, wanting that reward. Slitting your eyes just a little bit, you saw Sam chasing the air with his hips, his dick twitching in his pants. Danny had adopted a more stubborn façade, taking deep breaths and attempting to convince…well, you? Himself? You weren’t sure, but attempting to convince someone that he was cool, calm, and collected.

“Oh,” you sighed, bringing your fingers out of your body and trailing the wet digits up your body to toy with your nipples, “I suppose you might want to touch yourselves, don’t you?” You addressed both Sam and Danny, but only Sam nodded, a little bit desperate but still following your order to shut up.

Good boy.

Danny, however, scoffed rebelliously. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Viv.” Anger laced his words - more frustrated than anything, but it was a crack in his demeanor that he refused to show physically.

And so, because of his unwillingness to play along, you acted as if he wasn’t there and sashayed over to Sam, straddling him and cupping his face so that you could pull him into a filthy kiss, letting him push his tongue into your mouth and gently taking his bottom lip into between your teeth when he pulled back. Your wet core was pressed against his boxers, settled against his hard cock and rocking in a way that had little whines escaping Sam’s lips.

Fuck those noises were heavenly. The man’s feminine appeal was not lost on you, but to bring out this side of him - so needy and wanting and willing - was like bedroom crack.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Sammy,” you crooned, grinding down with a little more force as he pushed as hard as he could up into you. Uh-oh. Strike one. “I think you’ve earned a reward.” Sam’s lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet them, but he didn’t speak. You could tell he wanted to, though. “You can speak, but the first time you try to manipulate your way out of the ties,” you threatened, leaning in close to his ear so that Danny couldn’t hear, “I’ll gag you with my fucking panties. You know I will.”

Sam shook his head, his hair brushing against your face. “I won’t, I won’t - promise,” he breathed out as he rutted into you. Strike two. “Please - please, touch me?”

“So pretty,” you praised, both his begging and his flushed face. He let out a small moan when you got off of him to hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as he lifted his hips to help until his underwear lay tangled at his ankles.

When you spit in your hand and finally took a hold of him, he threw his head back with a relieved sigh, squirming at the sensations he could not contribute much to. Other than what you gave him, his cock remained out of his reach, and you were just waiting for him to buck his hips and chase his pleasure again. You gave him no reason to at first, pumping him wetly in a quick, firm grip just as you knew he liked.

But sure enough, a few strokes later, after you loosened your grip and stilled your hand on the tip of his dick to tease all the sensitive spots there, he tried to fuck up into your fist, following the missing friction. You immediately pulled away with a tsk, leaving him begging once more.

“No, no - wait, Viv, wait please please please I’m so fucking hard,” he rasped, tugging at his binds and clenching his stomach muscles. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t move,” he tried to reason.

But you weren’t having it, instead scooting back so that his dick lay hard and untouched on his stomach, leaning to the side in the hollow of his hip, and with a half an inch of space between you and it. “You chose to learn the hard way,” you said with a huff of laughter at your pun (it was not reciprocated), “this morning when you showed me that you don’t listen to a word I say. Why would I tell you when you’re not gonna listen?”

It was patronizing - like you were talking to a Kindergartner. But your tone was lost on Sam as he was so suddenly deprived of his only form of stimulation. “Fuck, Viv, I’ll listen - just tell me what I need to do,” he requested with a promise. “I’ll do it - just - please touch me.”

“Make him beg a little more.”

The murmur of an answer didn’t come from you. It came from Danny.

Both of your heads snapped over to the man, who had quieted down when you’d turned your full attention to Sam. His gaze was unabashed - flicking from where your center sat so near to Sam’s cock to the both of you.

You painted an attractive picture, you were sure - skin against skin, desperation against resolve, all glazed, hooded eyes, flushed faces, and wandering hands (on your part, at least) - wrapped up in his best friend and his…well, you weren’t about to get into titles, but other friend.

“Shut up,” Sam told him, but the phrase sounded less hostile than intended when it came out a little breathy and gravelly from arousal. “This is my fucking night - you’re not even supposed to be here, so butt out, fuckface.”

Whether it was actually lingering aggression or just Sam biting out at Danny because he could, or out of frustration, you didn’t know, but the interaction intrigued you. You knew in the few times you’d taken them all in the same room, Danny tended to get mouthy with the other boys - trying to guide the scene in the direction that he wanted and keep that tight hold of control that he usually held with you - but you didn’t often take only two of them, or three (it was one or all, usually). This confidence that he had in trying to control the scene for the both of you even from his position - and even more, Sam pushing back and actually egging the conversation on - was a little new.

Danny cocked his head. “I fuck other people’s faces, not the other way around. And those were not very nice words, pillow princess.”

“Maybe if you got your dick out of your own ass you could enjoy someone else’s for once,” Sam snarked back, and it kinda felt like you had faded to the background in favor of their back and forth arguing. So much for the ego boost.

Danny scoffed, “Like I don’t get fucked over by you three enough day to day–”

You finally had enough of it. Stalking over to the bed, you grabbed your panties and turned around to the men, who were split between eye-fucking you and eye-rolling at each other. “The next one to speak gets fucking panty-gagged.”

There was no room for protest in your words, and Sam shut up reluctantly, but Danny, just as you expected, pushed his boundary, scoffing and opening his mouth as if to talk, but only letting out a huff of air at the end that was followed by a shit-eating grin.

“Cheeky,” you sneered mockingly. He shrugged, eyes still telling you just how much he was enjoying this, and how much it was actually turning him on. “Now, rules are rules. You’ll figure them out eventually.” Your words were evil - almost guaranteeing a very long night for both men as they figured out exactly what you expected. “But this is fun! Like a search and find puzzle. Or BINGO, but bedroom edition.”

You settled back onto the bed and drew your vibrator from underneath the other pillow, smirking in Danny’s direction. He was very much acquainted with the toy, but not on this side of the fence. “Neither of us like those kinds of games,” Danny said roughly, eyes tracking the silicone that was obviously taking him back to the last time it was used. “Can we see what’s behind door number 2?”

Turning the toy on, a low buzzing filled the room. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you sighed, turning the vibrations to your clit. “Fuck. I really wish this was one of you. But you just can’t seem to catch the drift.” Except, you were aware that Sam was trying his best, and had realized his mistake last time. So instead of enjoying your pleasure alone, and curious how it would affect Sam, you turned the vibrator off again, wandering back over to him. “Care to share?”

He hummed, catching a nipple in his mouth and dragging his tongue across it. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, babe.”

His answer lit a fire inside you. God, why didn’t you take the reins more often? “Good answer,” you breathed as you pressed the power button once again.

Sam yelped from underneath you, jumping at the initial sensation of the vibe that was nestled against your core, and subsequently, where Sam’s balls met his shaft. At first, you weren’t sure if he was trying to squirm away or push closer, but the choked sounds and ragged breathing led you to believe it may have been the latter.

“See what good boys get?” you asked breathlessly, face turned towards Danny’s with a relaxed expression of pleasure making your eyes flutter.

But Danny refused to relent. “Be a good girl, and I can give you so much more.”

You ignored him and turned back to where you and Sam were pressed against the same toy and whined right along with him as you stroked yourself, higher and higher until it hit your clit and his head, both of you rocking into the vibrations. Your sweat mingled together when you aligned your foreheads together, sharing the same air.

The ‘three strikes’ concept was pushed to the side for just a moment while you focused on your own pleasure instead of the game. Sam seemed caught up as well as he used his legs to move himself, and it wasn’t until you looked down to where you were so close but not quite touching and saw the pearls of precome that were building at the tip of his cock that you realized you were getting away from yourself.

Fuck, you couldn’t let him have too much fun. But it was becoming more and more appealing to throw away your previous grudge and indulge in Sam’s body, but dammit you had a point to prove.

“Sorry, Sammy,” you whispered, truly apologetic, as you pulled away.

But he caught you with his teeth - sinking them into the muscle above your collarbone, and you cried out, goosebumps erupting all over your body from that point of contact. The sudden bite shocked you out of the façade you’d donned for the evening and made you keen, high and loud. That was gonna leave a big mark. “Don’t leave me,” Sam begged softly, murmuring the plea into your skin while he soothed that which he had bitten with his tongue. “What did I do wrong this time? I didn’t speak, I didn’t…I tried not to move,” he ventured, even though you both knew very well that he hadn’t been trying all that hard. “I just - I - please, tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”

You wished you’d gagged him, because those words of his would be your downfall.

Turning the vibrator off was a loss for both of you, but you managed to keep your noise of dissent in, while Sam let out a soft grunt that trailed into a more hopeful whine when you lined him up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against you with just enough pressure to start the slide in, but never completing it - instead running your wetness down his shaft and repeating the actions.

“Sweetheart, please. You’re so fucking close, and I know you want to. I know you want to sit down, take me in, make us both feel so good,” Sam urged gently, keeping his feet firmly on the ground. He was leaning into you, pressing wet kisses in between words. “We can work so well together, sweetie - all you gotta do is–”

You felt like crying with how much you wanted exactly what he was feeding you. And he sounded so sweet and genuine and fucking needy it took everything in you not to give in. “Sammy,” you whined, voice higher and attempting to match him on his level of desperation, “Sammy, please. I can’t, baby. Not right now. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just be a good boy for me.” And seeing as you were in the position of power here, you shouldn’t have been begging. But something about him made you want to break character and be gentle and soft, like he was fragile even though you knew he wasn’t.

Sam groaned in frustration, but nodded nonetheless. Just as you started to come back into your role, a small, tortured groan came from Danny’s direction, and you saw that he must have really liked something he saw, because his bottom lip was bitten raw, and he leered lasciviously at the two of you. And knowing his dominant tendencies behind closed doors, watching you both dissolve into begging each other simultaneously for relief in two ways that contradicted each other, all whines and whimpers and bittersweet anguish, was probably a dream come true for him.

“You think you’re doing something, ignoring me over here,” he said, having scooted towards the bed so that he could put his feet up in a clear sign of disrespect, “but all I’ve gotten is a free show and time to work out just how to get out of these ropes. What’s gonna happen when I do, hmm?”

You snapped out of whatever funk Sam had lured you into and abruptly got off his lap, swiping Danny’s legs off the bed. He was really pushing back - which was what you expected, but hadn’t really taken into account at the same time. He was a stubborn man when it came to bedroom activities, but you’d expected him to catch on and desire release more than his pride.

Obviously, you were wrong.

“You still won’t get shit,” you said sweetly, faces close as you wheeled him back away from the bed. “But I guess you’ll have the choice to stay and watch Sam and I fuck or leave with the knowledge that we could’ve had so much fun if you’d just stop being an ass.”

Stupidly, you realized your position too late - leaning so far in that all it took was one of Danny’s legs wrapping around you to lurch you forward, your hands slipping on the chair arms as you fell into him.

His lips were nestled right by ear as he held you to him unyieldingly, those stupid-attractive thick thighs clearly not just for show. “Who says I’m not already having fun? You and Sammy over there are the ones trying so damn hard not to break.” He raised his voice a little so that it carried over to the other man in the room. “He had you right where I would have wanted you had I been in his position, and yet he folded, so quickly when he was so close to getting what he wanted.”

He grinned as he finished, releasing you from his hold as Sam blinked himself out of his state of arousal to snap back, “Well, it’s not about me. Not that you’d understand that. And I’d rather my dick fall off my body if it wipes that stupid grin off your face.”

Apparently, that was exactly was Danny was shooting for, that irritation from his best friend, because if anything, his grin only got bigger, and he licked his lips, eyes flicking between the both of you. “See, you’re wrong, Sammy. As usual. How could I be thinking of myself when I know it’s what she wants? What she needs?” You’d had enough of him. Already annoyed at yourself for getting wet at his words and at that awful (-ly hot) arrogance, you searched for your fallen panties on the bed, balling them up in your fist as Danny continued. “Maybe she takes authority with you - we all know you need it - but I know that what she really wants–” he wouldn’t see the gag coming, too engrossed in riling Sam (and himself, and you) up, “--and that’s to be used and led around by her fucking cunt in the bedroom. She’s trying to fill a role she isn’t shaped for - and I am very unselfishly offering to break her like you can’t, like she wants to be brok–”

The rest of his filthy sentence was interrupted by a muffled yell when you took advantage of how he couldn’t seem to shut his mouth and shoved your panties between his lips. He tried to say something around the fabric, but it was nearly unintelligible and you didn’t care to find out what he was trying to say.

“Oh sorry,” you said, fake apology dripping saccharine from your words, “I can’t really understand you.” Sam laughed, and you almost rolled your eyes because what you’d said wasn’t that funny. His ego must have been suffering, though, and you were sure any opportunity he had to build it back up, he would take. You ignored him, still, opting instead to tsk at Danny, staring down at his tented pants. “That has to hurt by now,” you cooed, crouching down and spreading his thighs apart with your body. It was such a fucking rush, being in this position you so often found yourself in, but with the power dynamics switched. “It would be a shame if we just…left it alone.”

Danny’s hips twitched toward the finger you teasingly trailed up his knee, to his thigh, narrowing inward until you jumped across his covered cock. More muted statements from his mouth that you ignored completely until the sound of spitting and puffing came from its direction.

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, you yanked his hair back with the other and pressed a knee roughly flush against his dick - like a threat. A high moan that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard come out of his mouth seeped through the fabric of your panties and to your ears, igniting a shiver that started in your fingers and ran through your body.

You liked that noise. You really liked it.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I manhandle you?” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. You felt his yes in the way his dick was twitching against you. Saw it in the way his eyelids fluttered and struggled to stay open. Leaning in to break character and whisper, you said, “Remember, red if you don’t like something. Or stomp your foot three times.” Then you were right back in character, tightening your grip on his thick locks and grinding your thigh into him. “If you spit that gag out, I’m not kidding when I say you won’t lay a single fucking finger on me for the next year. Now, pretty boy,” you mocked, “I hope you’ve realized that I know what I want and I know what I need. And since you still want to be a mouthy little bitch, you can watch me fuck myself on Sammy’s cock and take our pretty little pillow princess apart.”

The moment would have been perfect if Sam hadn’t found his bratty streak again. “Thank god and thank you, Daniel, for your big mouth. Finally fucking useful for once.”

Filled with the fire and power you’d started with again, you whipped around, a lovely little croak of a noise sneaking out of Danny as the movement pressed your kneecap harder against Danny’s dick, putting him on edge.

“You shut up unless you want me to walk right the fuck out of here and leave you and Danny to stare at each other, tied-up and hard and helpless and pathetic and all by yourselves.” And what an interesting picture that painted for you. But you wouldn’t actually go through with the threat. Not tonight. Not while you were trembling a little bit still, yearning for touch and release as if you’d denied yourself for a month instead of a minute.

Sam bit his lip as if the idea wasn’t completely abhorrent to him, either. You’d always suspected he had a little masochistic streak. But still, it wasn’t what he wanted right now. “No. No, I’m sorry, Viv,” he gulped. “I don’t want that. I want you. I want to touch you and please you.” His eyes grew wide and moony, and he wet his pouty bottom lip. “I wanna be your good boy.”

You left Danny to his own devices again. All this back and forth had you feeling like a ping pong game, but one where the ball did whatever the fuck she wanted and the players were firmly under her thumb.

And despite his outburst against Danny, you were still stuck on how sweet he’d sounded, imploring you to stay and asking for whatever you were willing to give him.

He had been a good boy, especially compared to Danny. And the night had to move along, as much as you were enjoying this. So, locking eyes with him, you took his chin in your hands, directing his gaze upwards. “Yeah? You wanna be my good boy?”

He nodded fervently, growing hair bouncing into his face as he promised sincerely, “I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll be quiet, I won’t move - I can be your little fucktoy, Viv - I can, I can, promise.”

You groaned, the offer just too good. With him looking at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars, his dick hard and leaking against him, and your own arousal pumping through your veins - you had no qualms lining him up with you and sinking down as he murmured affirmation after affirmation in verses against your flushed skin, quieting when your hips came to rest flush against his.

“Mmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, starting a slow rock that turned it into a moan, “Jesus, Sammy. You make such a good toy for me, sweetheart, just like you promised.” He nodded, knowing he wasn’t allowed to speak, instead using his mouth for better endeavors - taking in his shaky breaths, sucking your nipples into his mouth so that they could slide against his tongue in the same rhythm you bounced on his dick. “Got me filled up just right, baby boy. Fuck…fuck. I take it back. I wanna hear those sweet, sweet words coming out of your mouth. Make me feel pretty, sweetheart?”

It was like you’d removed the stone to let the dam go, torrents of filthy praises spewing out of his mouth, flowing in trails between your breasts and climbing their way up your throat to fill your lungs.

“So good, Viv, so fucking good I wanna drown myself in you - god fucking damnit,” he growled, flinging his head back as you braced your thighs, tightened your core, and snapped your hips back and forth like there was an itch you could’t scratch unless you fucked yourself as fast as you could on him. “You use me so well, Viv, so good. And you’re so damn pretty, riding me like that. Your lips and hips and stomach and tits and…yeah,” he gasped, abs constricting so abruptly you felt it against you. He was trying so hard for you, the sweet thing. “Yeah, baby - you’re the prettiest thing that ever sat on my cock. That ever sat in the same fucking room as me. And I want to show you how good you are, how pretty, how much I love making you feel so good. Let me? Let me, please?”

“Fuck, you beg so pretty,” you gasped into Sam’s ear, listening to his little sounds and pleas. Every time you sat down, a sharp slap sounded into the room, and you could feel the way his legs tensed up and shifted in attempt to stop himself from fucking up into you. But he was a mess - you were certain he’d fuck up at least one more time before you were done.

A sound redirected your attention (which was quite a feat as you were rather attached to what you were currently doing) towards Danny, who looked so damn desperate you took pity on him and his muffled sounds and words. He had to be biting at the bit - or panties, more accurately - to do something.

“You want to spit those out, sweetie? Are you gonna stop mouthing off?” Danny nodded, eyes glazed over as he watched the live show in front of him. “You think you deserve it?” His throat bobbed as he met your eyes, silently asking for forgiveness with a tilt of his head forward, almost as if in deference. You hummed patronizingly. “I’m not convinced. But you know what? Maybe after a second opinion. Sammy?”

You suddenly stopped moving, keeping yourself still even as your approaching orgasm pleaded you to go the distance and finish you off. And if you had been close…well - Sammy, you were sure, had been closer.

“Darling, baby, sweetheart, no,” he wailed, realizing his mistake as soon as he pitched his hips up to bump you into action.

“Sammy baby, you leave me no choice when you don’t listen.” You pulled off of him, barely suppressing a whine yourself, and stumbled back on shaky legs to where he was tied up. “But you’ve been so sweet to me tonight, I’ll cut you some slack.” Your fingers trembled as you undid his ties from the back. “You can make me cum, your choice fingers or tongue, and we’ll re-evaluate after that. How does that sound? My pleasure in exchange for yours?”

He pulled you to the bed without another word, silencing himself with the slickness between your legs as soon as your back hit the mattress. You cried out; he knew exactly how to bring you to the peak, and took advantage of that fact. But you were naught to forget about Danny and his silent torment.

“Baby boy,” you keened, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to bring him up on a gasp, lips glistening, tongue flicking out obscenely to lick you off his skin, “I still want your opinion. Has Danny been good enough? Should we let him talk to us? You know he won’t be quiet.” The disappointment in your tone was offset by the blatant need in Sam’s.

“I know I wouldn’t want to be quiet if I was in his position,” he admitted breathlessly. “I think he’s been good enough. And I…” He trailed off.

The strands between your fingers were silky, but damp with sweat and leftover stage product. You yanked, and he yelped pitifully, but you saw the way he ground himself into the mattress. “If I wanted to guess what you were saying, I’d have you speaking with your head still buried between my thighs. Now, what?”

There was a hesitation in his gaze that manifested in his mouth, fluttering open as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words lingering on his mind. “He’s been good enough, and I - and I don’t mind. When he talks to us.”

Heat flared across your body, your eyes cutting over to where Danny looked like he was trying desperately not to get the panties out of his mouth by any means necessary. “Spit ‘em out,” you finally permitted. Because after that little concession from Sam, how could you not?

It took a lot of sputtering, and some furious swiping at the material with his shoulder, but Danny finally got the material out of his mouth. You weren’t particularly concerned with his struggle, having guided Sam’s mouth back to you.

“Does she taste good?” Danny’s voice sounded dry, but you wouldn’t have known if it was from the gag or arousal unless the words came from his mouth. You’d still have to remember to get him some water soon.

Or you’d just give him a taste of what Sam was having. And there’d be enough wetness to go around, especially with the way Sam’s nose brushed your clit as he nodded enthusiastically, making sure he pulled out every trick in the book to bring you to completion. For someone who wasn’t the singer in the band, his tongue surely had talents of its own.

“Sweet boy, licking me out so well,” you choked out, grinding your hips against his face as you chased your pleasure. He’d definitely have to be rewarded for his efforts. With his lips playing with suction so well, but his teeth and tongue contributing to the electricity, building the energy in your body until it was like you were balancing on a live-wire, you finally retook control, leaning up on one hand while the other clutched harder at Sam’s hair to hold him in place as you used his face to take and take and take, Sam’s broken moans only adding to your pleasure. “Sammy!” you gasped, tumbling off your high and into his still-ravenous mouth.

“Keep going, Sammy. You said you wanted to make her feel good. Good boys keep their promises,” egged Danny from where he was.

It was about time you dealt with him.

Peeling Sam away from your bucking hips, you tugged him up the bed, tasting yourself on his tongue as you devastated him with a kiss and leaving him in a tizzy, hips rutting and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Viv, I - was I good enough? Please, please tell me I was good enough, tell me I was your good boy, that I made you feel good. I need it. I need you.”

“Shh.” His cries upturned your plans. You had promised him, and you intended to let him collect. “Shh, baby. You were wonderful, you did so well and made me feel so fucking good.” He let out a relieved breath, tension dropping out of his shoulders. You’d have to trust that the two men would be okay with shared aftercare, because you were still intending them both to need it. Sammy seemed to be there already, willing to do whatever you asked of him, the poor boy. You’d have to re-evaluate Danny when you were done with Sam.

Sam held you close, hips twitching into the crease of your hip while you held him right back, wrapping your arms around him and comforting him as he deserved. “Sammy boy, my sweet, sweet, good boy. Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to ride you again? I promise I’ll let you cum this time.”

“Yes. Yes, please, please, please, please–” His mumbles disappeared in kisses, lacing your skin with heat and love and desperation so palpable in the way his fingertips rolled waves across your flesh and kept pulling you to him even when every inch of space had been taken. “If you’ll let me fuck you, I want to make you feel good again. Good boys keep their promises, right?”

Danny's words coming from between Sam’s lips was a lovely example of how well he could listen. Maybe you’d gotten through to him. “That’s right, love. But I want you to feel good.”

Sam was already gingerly taking himself in hand. “I know. I still want to fuck you, if that’s okay with you?”

You smiled and accepted him between your legs. “Yes, baby boy, it’s okay with me. Come fuck me now, sweetheart, and we can feel good together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as he pushed into you, soft groan echoing in your ear and making your brain whir with new happy hormones. “Thank you so much, baby. You’re so good to us,” he praised as he began thrusting into you, pace already sloppy and uncoordinated.

Danny had wheeled himself over to where the action was taking place, and you saw him in your peripheral, watching as Sam worked himself into a frenzy. “So desperate, Sammy. But still remembering your manners. Viv’s got you under lock and key, doesn’t she?” His words spurred Sam on, but he was whining out his concurrence against your lips. “Does she own you, Sam?”

“Yeah,” he grated, concentrating on not losing himself. “Yeah, she owns me. Fucking - I - I wanna make you feel good,” he stated disjointedly, “but I can’t - I can’t –”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him further into you. “You said I own you, right?” He nodded, panting and moving and chasing and stopping, “Then I own your cum, too, Sam. Now, I want it. Cum in me, baby boy, it’s what we both want. Give me what I want and you’ll be a good boy.”

He sobbed and couldn’t argue, couldn’t even begin to put up a fight. As soon as he had permission, he was gone - floating away on a cut string and limply letting his body control him for a few minutes as he came back with your soft words.

“Good boy. So good. Let me deal with Danny–” cue a long groan from said untouched man, “--and then I’ll come back to take real good care of you, okay?” His response was muffled in your breasts, where his face had come to rest. “What?”

“I said…can I watch?”

You laughed gently, hugging him for still being his silly, goofy self even after showing you that level of vulnerability. “Sam, he just watched you fall apart in my hands and talked to you while you did it. Of course you can watch. In fact,” you said, tapping Sam’s shoulder in an effort to get him to roll off of you, “it would only be fair if you participated a little bit, too.”

Danny had a wild look in his eye. Feral and desperate, you wanted to corner him until he surrendered, until he was the one begging for mercy. “I dunno, honey, looks like you fucked all the participation outta him.”

But Sam was quick to come back, saying, “Don’t be so sure, Daniel. And I would watch your fucking mouth if I were you.”

Danny was distracted by your lowering to your knees in front of him, swallowing hard but keeping up the game. “Why? Because - because you’d - um - because you’d do what, pillow princess?” he finally got out, breath quickening.

“It must be awfully hard keeping this attitude up,” you sighed. “But I’m getting tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat. I think it’s about time I make you.”

The threat was clear and dangerous in your voice, but seemingly hypocritical to how you tugged his pants down his legs. His groan of relief told an entire novel in itself. The rich, deep start giving away just how desperate he’d been to free his cock, and the small hiccup at the end telling you just how high his sweet sounds could go when he got what he wanted.

You were gonna make him fucking sing.

Engulfing him in your mouth, he cursed at the suddenness of stimulation, and you could only imagine the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head. You didn’t have to imagine the full-body shudder, though. You tasted that one through the drop of precome on your tongue and felt it all the way down to where his thighs shook underneath your palms.

Drawing off, and in much the same fashion as you had first done to Sam, you pumped him, hard and fast and intentional, in your hand as he squirmed and writhed under the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure. “Sam, you’re somewhat of an expert on this.”

Sam perked up from his spot still resting on the bed. “Yeah?”

“How many times should we edge our naughty Daniel tonight?”

A lick of his lips, and dark meeting of eyes between the two men - one daring the other to do something drastic and the other taking the challenge. So much tension, and then – “Let’s see…how many times did he run his big mouth?”

“Too many times to count,” you chuckled, “do you really want to be here all night?”

Sam pursed his lips. “True. Let’s settle on a good ‘ol lucky number five.”

With a quick agreement set and Danny protesting all the while, you set about round one, continuing the hard and fast jerk you had going, even locking eyes with Danny as you drooled down to where your handjob was bringing him close to the edge he’d been sitting on all night. “Let’s get there fast and furious, and then we can have our fun.”

Danny bucked into your fist with a moan, hissing, “Not our. Fucking…you. You and Sam. M’not having fun.”

Knowing that Danny was aware of the safeword, you laughed, playfully eying his erection. “Oh yeah? Huh. So you can’t control your mouth and you can’t control your cock. Not so dominant after all, are we, Danny?”

Sam’s long legs draped on either side of your shoulders, and you relaxed into the bed while you gave Danny a handjob as if it wasn’t affecting you at all. But you felt twin flames of heat running up and down your body, sizzling with the visual you had and consuming his sounds so that you didn’t miss any of his ‘I’m close’ tells.

“I don’t think it’ll matter that he can’t control his cock tonight, darling. You seem to have a good hand on that particular problem,” Sam said gleefully. You giggled at his play on words, but Danny, the sneaky bastard, took the opportunity to clench his abdomen and attempt to push himself into an orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you clucked, immediately letting him go and watching him throb and curse. “You can’t just sneak an orgasm past me, Daniel you little brat.” Smirking evilly up at him, you said, “You’ve guaranteed I know every which way you cum with how you use me, usually. Looks like it’s coming back to bite ya in the ass, isn’t it?”

Danny huffed like a racehorse, swallowing so harshly his Adam’s apple hung suspended for a moment. He collected himself before answering you again. “There’s not a thing in this world that could make me regret having you take my cum so well, pretty girl.”

You wanted to break him. You’d seen the cracks, the fault lines in his façade, heard the shakiness in his voice, and you wanted to capitalize on that. It would be so sweet to watch him crumble. But he always caught himself before he fell, which was agonizing to you both, you were sure.

“Hmm. Well, that was only number one. We have a ways to go, and we’ll see if we can change that.” You tilted your head back to look up at Sam, who was still just watching from above you as you kneeled. “Hey, Sammy. Spit in my mouth?”

The request shocked both men, and you heard Danny’s sharp intake of breath cut through the silence like a hot knife that buried itself in your stomach - it set you up in flames. Because you knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Something about the possession and the filthiness and the depravity hit something in him that made his entire being vibrate.

So for you to throw it in his face, asking his best friend to do it right in front of him while he was helpless to do anything? Killer.

You gave Sam your best bedroom eyes, upside down and waiting for him with an open mouth, and relished in the way he gently braced his thumbs on the hinge of your jaw and guided your lips open just a little wider with the rest of his fingers on your chin. “Anything for you, Viv,” he murmured before gathering his spit behind puckered lips, leaning over you and aiming as well as he could before shooting it into your wide open embrace.

It was always strange to you, the feeling of someone else’s saliva in your mouth, but you tolerated it because it was hot, as well. And you had a very specific use for Sam’s spit in mind.

As Sam withdrew, you met Danny’s hungry gaze, mouth still hanging open obscenely, and kept it as you tipped your head forward and let it drip onto his cock, which twitched as soon as the saliva hit. “Fuck,” Danny uttered between clenched teeth.

You heard Sam groan behind you, and then his hair curtained your peripheral. “That was really fucking dirty of you, babe. Really, really fucking dirty.”

“I know,” you said cheerfully, thumbing at the sensitive ridge below Danny’s head. It didn’t bother you that your cheek was pressed against the seat of the chair as you focused your mouth on Danny’s balls. “I need you to tell me when you think he’s getting close,” you asked of Sam, as your vision would be rather compromised.

“Ok.”

There was a movie running through your mind, though, of you - on your knees, tongue and lips working to pleasure Danny - blissfully unaware of a silent war raging between the two men. Danny not wanted to beg, trying to get Sam to sympathize with him and perhaps pull an ‘oh no, I caught it too late’ and Sam taking delight in denying him.

You wouldn’t know, though, since all you could see was Danny’s cock and Danny’s balls and Danny’s thighs. Every time he tried to push into you, you bared your teeth to rest smooth on a place he did not want to feel them and eventually he settled to take what you gave.

There was a stubble beneath your tongue, and you were a little fearful that you’d get beard burn that wasn’t from a beard.

“He’s getting close, sweetheart.” Sam’s voice drifted in from above, and you wondered what it was like for him, seeing Danny like this just as you were for the first time, but unlike you, really looking at him and paying attention. “He’s trying not to let me know, but I know. I think it might be time to pull away.”

You throbbed at his words, so gentle and smooth for someone indirectly edging their best friend.

Danny’s cock disappeared once more into your mouth as you rose up, kissing the tip for fun, and then left him alone. But you were not. Left alone, that is. Sam took your chin in his hand and searched your face, letting his eyes linger curiously on your lips, and then dipped his head to capture them with his own. What seemed like a sweet kiss turned filthy as Sam licked into your mouth zealously, intentionally.

Both of you were panting when he pulled back. “Did you taste him?” you asked shakily.

‘Did you want to?’ was the real question.

You knew that’s why he’d been so hesitant, so curious - kissing you after someone else’s dick had just been in your mouth was a move not for those who suffered fragile masculinity. But it wasn’t just indifference you got from Sam. It was interest.

“I think so,” he revealed, almost inaudibly.

“What’d I taste like, on our pretty girl’s lips?” Danny must have been in hell, hating his situation but simultaneously getting off on it. But he still found his voice.

You stroked a finger down Sam’s face. “Yeah, baby boy. What’d we taste like?”

Sam took your lips once more, a small smirk on his when he left you. “Sweet and salty, darling. Now, that was only two, wasn’t it?”

You could tell they were both antsy, and decided to indulge them, pushing Sam back from you and mounting Danny in one smooth move, rubbing your clit with your fingers on top of him so that he could feel you moving against the skin of his cock. “Okay. We’ll make this one fast. Think you can handle it?” you asked, altering your grinding from against the stiff control of your fingers and to the bare skin of Danny’s cock. You stroked his tip up against your opening, teasing him with the slickness and pressure before just running his cock between your lips, making sure you had a thumb teasing at his slit to get him to the edge.

“Think you can handle me?”

Danny meant for his words to be a threat, but when it escaped, choked and pathetic, there wasn’t much threat to be heard.

When he started leaking profusely, straining up to try and get inside you when you lined yourself up, you took everything away again.

Danny’s face colored a deep red and his face screwed up in frustration. “Damnit, Viv! Just let me cum!”

You forgot how tall Sam was until he used his height to his advantage, so when it only took him three strides to get up from the bed to behind Danny’s chair, you could only blink sluggishly as Danny’s head snapped back, Sam (dressed in his shorts again) glowering over him, hand buried into his hair in one bold move, only a slight pause in his actions. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that, bitch.”

You knew Danny would have something to say about that, so you stepped into action, scraping your fingernails up the sensitive inner thighs, soft and just so overdue for a mark or two - making his legs contract in on his body with surprise.

“He’s right, you know. You just keep making things difficult. Wouldn’t it be so nice to give in for once? I’ll give you all the pleasure you’d want, baby,” you cooed. “But that’s three. We have to get to five since you’d been so bad. Sammy even had to step in, how embarrassing is that?”

“Now be quiet,” Sam whispered, keeping his hand at Danny’s scalp. You saw the bumps of his knuckles moving, though, and you thought that maybe he was a little sympathetic to Danny’s plight. “Let her take care of you.”

Lowering yourself onto his cock unexpectedly, you keened just as Danny did, and the unanticipated pleasure worked well in your favor, sanding down his rough edges to your liking grain by painstaking grain. “I just want to cum,” he moaned lowly, “I just want release.”

You rocked with him inside you, deep and snug and so right. It filled you up, like a helium balloon, and you felt so high and floaty, and yet you were grounded by your ambition. “I will, baby. I’ll take care of you. You just have to let me.”

It was a stretch to lean over him, with his head flung so achingly back and his neck forging a strong line from his jaw to the distracting arch of his throat, but you made it just so that you could kiss him. He was so weary, so desolate now. It wouldn’t be long until you reached his foundation and took a pickaxe to it.

You rode him gently, trying to work your hips to catch his cock in all the right ways, and kept your abs tight to bear down on him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Danny gasped, eyes pinched shut in the agonizing knowledge it would once again not come to fruition.

“Good boy, Danny,” you praised, stilling but keeping him nestled in your warmth, “good boy. I know you’re so desperate. I know you’re so frustrated. But that was a step in the right direction. So good.”

Any progress was progress in the end, and Danny keeping his hips from fucking up into you as you sat unmoving in his lap, telling you he was about to come just so that you could deny him - it was delicious. You wanted to eat it up until he had nothing left to offer. Wanted to beat him down until he looked up at you for mercy under your heel.

This man was so perfect for breaking.

“You’re catching on,” Sam commented, still holding Danny’s head to the top of the chair. He gazed down at him in a sated, happy sort of hope, like he was just waiting for Danny to join him where he existed so blissfully. “Just wait. That was four. After five, she’ll fuck you so good, Daniel, you’ll never want anything else like the way you want her to fuck you right now.” Sam pulled you in for a kiss over Danny’s head. “Isn’t that nice?”

“You want me to fuck you, Danny boy? Want me to fuck you so well?”

You and Sam waited on bated breath for his response, both hoping he wouldn’t snark something and ruin the moment. Fuck, you just wanted him to submit so that you could both finish out the night.

“I do. I want to fuck you, Viv, you know that.”

Sam exhaled, disappointment heavy on his breath. “Danny…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you rose up, then sat down hard - the bounce burning your thighs. The honey-sweet sob that ripped out of Danny’s throat broke like brittle, though, and Sam finally let his hair go so that he could drop his forehead to your shoulder, but he only used it to bite over where Sam’s teeth had sunk into you early, and you shouted out as his teeth reignited the tender skin. “Danny, fuck!”

He didn’t even attempt to soothe the skin, panting hotly against it instead. “Gonna have to let me come, soon,” he said drunkenly. “It’s gonna have to end at some point, Viv. Ride me harder, ride me faster. We can cum together.”

And the agony of his words as they struck your soul was that he was so damn sincere. He honestly had no clue that there was more, that he hadn’t quite made the cut. And as much as it hurt you, as much as it pained you to know that this stubborn, strung-out, so heartbreakingly oblivious fool would suffer more at your hand–

You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to the breakdown.

“Yeah? You wanna cum together, sweet boy?” He shivered in your arms. “You wanna get us so filthy? Oh, you’re so fucking needy, baby,” you sang in his ear. “And you’re so fucking close, too. I can feel you, all hot and twitchy inside me. Let’s take our last little break. Do you want me to cockwarm while we calm down?”

“Yes, pretty girl, yes. You just sit there on my dick and let me rest. And then you can fuck yourself on me some more,” he agreed, relief saturating his voice, so achingly desperate.

Sam met your eye, brows furrowed. You knew what he was asking, what he was looking for.

Were you really going to give him what he wanted?

And the answer?

No.

You shifted your weight suddenly, wrapping yourself around Danny so that he was nearly being suffocated by your breasts (which you were sure wasn’t a complaint on his end), and rode him for all you were worth. The upped intensity was rough on both of your worn-out bodies, but you drove forth anyway.

“Gonna ride you until you cum all up in me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, grateful for Sam’s hold on the chair that kept you from painting the room in wheel-marks, “just like we agreed, yeah? Just like I said?”

“Yes - yes! I’m so close, Viv, you have no idea - I - I - just a little bit more,” he squeezed out.

“Can you beg me, baby? Beg me to let you cum? It would be so sweet of you,” you cajoled. But he refused, making little noises instead to offset your request. And that just wouldn’t work. “Did you hear me, Danny?” Your tone was sharper, and You knew Sam had caught on when his fingertips gripped the seat a little tighter. “I said, beg me to let you cum.”

It was no longer a request, it was a demand. To have spent so much time lulling him into that comfort zone, letting him think that he still had some semblance of control, made it so much sweeter ripping that rug from underneath his feet.

“Daniel, beg,” Sam whispered, like a true friend who didn’t want his buddy getting in any more trouble than he already was. “She’s not asking. Just do it, Danny. Just beg for her. For us.”

But still, nothing.

“You’re going to beg or you’re going to get abso-fucking-lutely nothing,” you snarled, ripping away your entire body from him. Danny let out an anguished cry and tried to keep himself from coming into a ruined orgasm. He’d been right fucking there. One more touch would have sent him overboard.

“That was five!” he cried. “That was five, I swear that was five, that was fucking five times!” He raged and fought against his bonds, and you were certain the chair would have tipped if Sam wasn’t wrestling to keep it upright. Perhaps Danny would learn a lesson if you let him throw himself on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum in the cereal aisle. “You promised! You fucking - you - you –”

He cut himself off with the most frustrated sound you’d ever heard from him and wanted to make it all better, but you wanted him to beg more. That was all you wanted. So simple, so easy, and yet…not for him. You stayed quiet, hoping he would work himself up so much to the point where he would give in. You’d done all you could outside of leaving him like this all night, which you wouldn’t do.

“Beg for us, Danny, please,” Sam implored at his ear, and you found it ironic. But also, this could work. Danny was a sucker for when people begged him, but you’d already established you wouldn’t. Sam was the best bridge between you that there was. “Please, Daniel. Please, just - I promise, just tonight. That’s all we want. Just tonight.”

Sam kept murmuring his encouragement while you stared longingly at the two. God, it was all you wanted.

“Please, Viv,” Danny croaked finally, head hanging low in perceived defeat, “please, fuck me. Make me cum, please.”

Even you surprised yourself with the speed you tackled the man with, kissing the prayers straight from the sinner’s mouth. Good enough for now.

“Untie him, Sammy,” you breathed, smoothing your hands over his heated skin, but wanting to wait until he was free to do anything more. “Untie him, and then Danny, I want you on the bed.”

It wasn’t until Danny was splayed out on his back, with you hovering over him, that you asked again. “More, Danny. I want more. You heard Sam earlier. Don’t beg me for selfish reasons, sweetheart. Don’t just say ‘please’. C’mon. Beg me for real,” you urged, catching the very angry head of his dick in your folds.

“I don’t know how,” he sobbed, playing helpless and hoping for pity. “I don’t know what you want.”

With one big sigh, you stopped moving. “Well then, I guess if you don’t know by now…Sam,” you said, putting as much disappointed sadness into your voice as you could, “I don’t think he can. Could you bring me my pajamas?”

And while it did say something that Danny stayed supine, watching with panicky eyes as you began to work your clit so that you could find your own pleasure instead of grabbing you and trying to take what he wanted, you observed him from half-hooded eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting - Danny’s breaths becoming labored and uneven - until –

“I’m sorry!” he burst out, eyes so wide and blown out you could’ve taken a clear picture with a fucking Nokia flip phone. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry for - for being a brat and making you wait,” he purged, cleansing himself of the night’s difficulty. “All I want is you, Viv. All I want is your touch and whatever you want to give me. I want your hands and your lips, honey, it doesn’t even have to be your pussy. And I - I know I don’t deserve to cum, but I really, really, fucking want to. Please. Please, let me.”

And finally, the sweet, sweet conclusion.

“Sam, get behind me,” was all you said.

You felt him immediately, the warmth of his skin hovering over you, the dip of the mattress, the nesting doll image of your knees bracketing Danny’s hips and Sam’s bracketing yours, but he didn’t touch you. “What do you need?”

You were already lining Danny up, for the final time that night. “You’re gonna help Danny get me off,” you explained, groping blindly for his hand and pressing it to your soaked clit, grinding into him for just a second before you decided Danny didn’t need to be teased any more this evening and sat on his cock.

Even though you’d only cum once in the night, you still felt so used up, like your energy had been siphoned out of you. Sam was so close against you that you felt his dick twitch against your back as he moved with the rhythm you set, trying his best to keep his finger in-time and on-target - which, with how slick you were and how fast you were moving, was quite an ambitious task. You felt it every time he slipped on accident, grazing where you were sucking Danny in and eliciting low, exhausted groans from the two of you.

“He’s about to cum, sweetheart. Look at him, so pretty and willing and…oh fuck, he’s crying!”

Your pace stuttered as you saw Danny’s tears as well, quickly leaning down to comfort him. But as soon as you stopped, he sobbed louder. “No! No, no, please don’t stop,” he begged, obviously having gotten the hang of it. “Please don’t stop again - I can’t take it!”

You shushed him, starting to move instantly after his plea. “I won’t stop, sweet boy. I just need to know that you’re alright. You’re crying, baby.”

Danny brought a shaky hand to his face, feeling the wetness there. “I - It’s - I’m not,” he tried to convince you, “I’m not crying, I’m sweaty and tired and over-fucking-stimulated and I’ll be fine. I promise, I promise! Just - I need you. I can’t have you stop again,” he whimpered desolately.

“Can you at least tell us your color?” Sam asked gently from your shoulder, gazing down at him as well.

Danny nodded, squirming against both you and Sam’s weight. “It’s green. It’s green, but if I get edged again, I might have to - it might change.”

“We won’t,” you promised earnestly. “Come on, Danny. Cum for me, sweet boy.”

You knew he was there. That he had been since you’d touched him. And he listened so easily this time, to that request. His eyes rolled back and his entire torso convulsed upwards in an arch as you felt him empty himself into you.

Sam scaled his fingers across you even faster, racing to get you to your peak, and Danny’s hands came to grip your hips in a tight hold, keeping you almost immobile on top of him. “Thank you, Viv, thank you thank you thank you,” Danny whined, the gratitude rushing forth as if it had been all he wanted all this time as well. “Please, I want you to cum on me. Make her, Sam, please - you gotta - you gotta get her there.”

“I will,” Sam promised, locking eyes with him over your shoulder. “Look, Danny, I am.”

You came with Sam’s fingers dancing over your nerves and still stuffed full of Danny. And then you collapsed, panting heavily into Danny’s neck as he returned the favor and buried his face into yours. “Good boy,” you lauded, “good boys.” You reached back and Sam took a hold of your loose hand. “Come over here, Sammy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your aftercare.”

“Just cuddle, please,” Danny whispered into your skin. “For now.”

You pet his hair soothingly. “Of course, baby. Of course we can just cuddle for now. But we have to clean up at some point.” You rolled to Danny’s side, but he followed so that he could still lay full-body against you, and you tried to rearrange yourself so that Sam could join on your other side. He promptly clambered up against you as well, and you held them both. You even thought you saw Sam take Danny’s hand, but you weren’t sure, and you weren’t concerned, and you weren’t going to say anything about it if he did. Comfort was the name of the game, now, and you would take it and give it any way you could.

There were still tear tracks on Danny’s face, and you craned over to him to kiss them away, salty on your lips. “Sweaty,” you teased gently, and Danny hummed.

“So sweaty,” he said with a small smile and as much a warning in his eyes as he could manage that said, ‘if you ever fucking mention this, you will be sorry’.

“Thank you for playing along tonight, baby. Both of you.”

You got a kiss from each side. “It was our pleasure. We’re sorry for fighting and spilling coffee on you.”

You’d kinda forgotten all about that.

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firstbeachgoblin · 3 years ago

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Hey! I hope you’re well, can i request an imagine where reader is Embry’s imprint and they haven’t seen eachother in months because reader has a life she can’t just drop for him but she comes back when the pack is blowing up her phone ? Thank youu and don’t worry if you don’t write it, it’s fine!

Thank you for the request! It took a Long time But It's now complete with a total whopping 5k words!! Any way I hope you enjoy the fic.

I put it under the cut because it's so long but it's my brain baby at the moment lo.

Returning to you.

Embry Call x Reader

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Most of my life has been spent in the Forks area so getting to travel to Europe for six months to see the art and culture was a dream come true. The past four months I’ve been travelling through Europe, starting in Greece and ending my trip in the Irish countryside.

The old art and architecture filled me with a joy that I could not get anywhere else in the world. The smells, sounds and sights all played their own part into the experience. I got to see the moon rise over Mount Olympus, the David by Michelangelo in the Vatican, tour through the Louvre, drink wine on the beaches of France and so much more. I’ve been living my best life.

It's been a dream to see the world, I've met so many new people and tried so much food. I’ve enjoyed every minute of my trip, but there was a part of me that longed for the beaches of La Push.

That part is Embry. Embry Call. My boyfriend, my pal, my love and my light. To me Embry is my everything and to him I’m his everything. That is one thing that has been made perfectly clear the past four months I’ve been away. Every day he’s told me he misses me and I know he means it, I’ve been told not just by him but also the rest of the pack.

Everyday I’ve woken up to ‘Good morning I miss you.” Sometimes he phones to tell me that he feels like he might die if I’m away for any longer. I always chuckle and tell him he will survive, it’s not like I’m going away forever; but that's what he feels like it is. This usually earns me a long winded whine from the other end of the line.

My phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the bedside table while Embry’s face flashed across my screen signalling that he’s calling. A smile graces my lips as I pick up the phone to be greeted with his loving voice.

“Hi (y/n)!! I miss you so much.” sadness was laced in his usual cheery greeting, it hurt my heart to be away from him but I would never trade this experience for anything. I’ve been planning this for years and I wasn’t going to pass up cheap plane tickets.

He filled me in on the pack's shenanigans, complaining about how they keep teasing him for being glued to his phone awaiting any updates I would send him. The later it got the heavier my eyelids seemed to feel, my speech started to slur with exhaustion of time zones while Embry continued to become more energetic with each passing minute.

“Em. . .” A yawn interrupted me mid sentence, a low whine emanated from the phone as he knew I would want to get to bed to have the energy for the long trip I’ll embark on tomorrow for Ireland, which is my last stop. I’d be spending the remaining two months of my trip in the lush countryside.

“I think I should get to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” I mumbled into the phone.

“But (y/n)!” he dragged out. I knew he wanted to talk longer but I physically cannot do it. Even though Embry and I don’t live together officially yet, we’d talk into the early morning till one of us fell asleep.

“But (y/n) what?” I dragged out the ‘a’ matching his whine.

“I miss you and want you to come home.” I could hear him pause over line before he continued.

“Besides, sleeping isn’t the same without you.”

I ran my hand through my hair gently tugging on the roots easing the tension that’s built up over my trip. As much fun as I’ve had, he does have a point. Sleeping just isn’t the same without Em. My nights have been spent restless in beds that aren’t mine without the comforting touch of my boyfriend; but that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything and go back home.

“Em you know I can’t just pack everything and go home. . .” I looked at the painting that hung over the tv that sat opposite of my bed. A puppy-like whimper fell from his lips when he spoke again, his voice cracked like he was going to cry. It broke my heart hearing him upset.

“I-I know I just really miss you.”

“I know Embry I miss you too, but it’s only two more months then I’ll be home.”

We chatted for ten more minutes before I fell asleep on the phone. As much as I missed falling asleep in his warm embrace I can’t just fly back home, not yet at least.

The blaring of my alarm woke me from my slumber. The clock face read 6:02 a.m. taking everything within myself to peel back the blankets that encased me in their warm grip. I patted through the bed sheets to find my phone only to knock it onto the floor in the process.

My lock screen adorned a photo of Embry with icing smudged across his face from his birthday party but a swamp of text messages from the pack covered my favourite photo of him. Five texts from Leah, seven from Jake, nine texts from Paul, 12 texts and two missed calls from Sam and a whole group chat titled ‘(y/n) come home.’

The group chat kept pinging with the members of the pack who were still awake discussing the logistics of flying out to Ireland to take me back home. Was Embry really causing that much strife in the pack for them to create a group chat? Knowing him, it couldn’t be too far from the truth.

Leah and I call once a week to check in and make sure the other is doing okay since I left. It’s one of my favourite parts of the week being able to have a one on one with someone sensible. Every week she fills me in on Embry begrudgingly, she does it because she knows it makes me happy which I appreciate.

Reading through her texts she didn’t say much in regards to Em’s behaviour the only message relating to him was “come get your man child please, he’s getting snot on the floor.”

I listened through Sam’s voice mails which were begging me to come home, he informed me that once Em knew I was asleep he started moping around Emily’s house again for the fourth consecutive night in a row. This was news to me.

The texts entailed that Embry was becoming a pain on patrol and that Paul ‘couldn’t take another minute of the incessant whining.’ I told them the same thing I told Embry; I’m not dropping everything and rushing back home to sooth the wails of a love sick boy. There isn’t much I can do from across the ocean anyway.

I stretched my body and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I had to leave for the airport.

I packed the few remaining things I left out to prepare for the flight and headed my way to the lobby to check out. I enjoyed travelling but I wasn’t going to miss sleeping in hotels and hostels.

Two weeks have passed since I touched down in Ireland and to say I’ve been having the time of my life is an understatement; I’ve been having a ball living my best life.

The land was capped in a luscious emerald green sea of grass that waved in the wind, the roads were lined with hand built stone walls that marked the division of farmers fields.

Sheep and cattle grazed in pastures, and old castles dotted the countryside. It was gorgeous. It was a view that I wanted to see again, a view I want to see with Embry.

It felt like time was flying by between sight seeing, trail hiking, museum tours and calls with Embry and Leah. It has already been a month. I had one more month before I was to jet set back to the U.S. and see my Embry.

One more month before I was back in La Push surrounded by the scent of sea water and trees with the looming threat of rain constantly overhead except in the summer. For two months of the year La Push was bright and sunny with the expected summer storms that happened.

I had fallen asleep on the phone with Embry again when I realized my phone was lost in the sea of sheets as it buzzed with an incoming phone call.

I couldn’t find it until the call had gone to voicemail and my phone landed on the ground when I gave up and ripped the blankets off of the bed but whoever called must have felt it was really important. Picking up my phone the most unflattering photo of Jacob was plastered on the screen, his name in white.

“Hello?” I asked groggily into the phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked over at the clock which said in bold red numbers 1 am.

“Hey (y/n)! You sound like you just woke up.” I heard him chortle from the other end.

“That’s because I just woke up Jake, it’s one in the morning.” a yawn escaped my lips, I know I’ll have a rough time getting over jet lag when I go home.

He occupied twenty minutes with idle chatter and borderline interrogation about all the sights I’ve seen before I asked him why he was calling me so early in the morning

“Embry has spent the week at my house, you need to come home there’s nothing we can do anymore to occupy him till you return.” He sighed, Jake knows I want to finish my trip but we made a deal that I would come home early if there were absolutely no options left to keep Embry from sending the pack into hysterics.

I knew he was buttering me up for something.

“Are you sure you can’t figure something out? It’s just another month!”

“Another month of him eating my cereal and getting dirt on me from my dad!”

I snorted with laughter at the fact that Billy was telling Embry every embarrassing detail from his childhood.

“Jake please just let me think about it okay?” I sighed, flopping back into my hollowed cave of blankets and sheets.

“Okay, I’ll let you think about it but don’t think I won’t be telling Sam.” he warned.

We laughed together and he wished me a good night before hanging up the phone, before I slipped back into slumber I sent Jake one more text.

‘You wake me up at one in the morning again and it’s over for you.’ in which he responded with ‘Oh no I’m so scared lol.’

I reached over to the bedside table and plugged my phone in before the sweet embrace of warmth and slumber took over my senses.

The next three days I was bombarded with texts from Paul whining about the wolf mind link and how every patrol shift he had with Embry was spent tuning out his constant thoughts of me.

Standing in the shower with hot water running over my skin soothing my tense muscles I heard my phone buzz against the granite countertop. I rolled my eyes and continued to bask in the endless hotel hot water.

As bad as staying in hotels could be, the hot water made up for the early breakfast and sheets that were tucked in a little too tightly.

I had shampoo in my hair when my phone started buzzing again, this time with a call. I grumbled under the stream of water washing away the soap before it could get in my eyes; whoever's calling can wait.

I moved on to conditioning my hair, letting it sit while I wash the rest of my body with a lightly scented lavender soap.

I refused to use the complimentary soap because it dried out my skin and the lotion just left me feeling sticky instead of moisturized.

Watching the soap run down the drain my phone rang again, I clenched my fists, who could possibly be calling me now? I still refused to get out of my steamy heaven to answer my phone.

My gut told me that whoever was calling wouldn’t let up until I answered. I washed out the conditioner from my hair and wrapped it in a towel.

The mirror was coated in a layer of steam, the tiles were cool against my feet. I wrapped the plush towel around my body, mopping up the droplets of water that remained.

My phone started vibrating with rapid fire text messages from the pack’s group chat they made a month ago. I sighed, picking it up to sift through the messages. I read a message from Jared telling me he’d pay me to return.

The pack always made me laugh, together they’re a walking sitcom. There is never a dull moment with them, someone always had something witty or sarcastic to say.

I checked to see who had called me and it turned out it was Sam, I listened to his voice mails and immediately phoned him back.

As soon as I hit the call button it only rang for half a second before he picked up.

“Thank you for calling back, I thought I’d have to call two more times.” he chuckled.

“Well I was in the middle of a shower, can’t really take a call there.” I moved through the room with my phone pressed between my shoulder and cheek. Stopping at my suitcase to pick out what I was going to wear for the day.

“I’m going to be frank with you, I need you to come home. . .” I let out a huff before he continued.

“Embry needs you badly, he’s just a pile of mush on the floor now. It’s a chore to get him up to go on patrol. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do Sam, I’ll try to book a flight for the earliest date I can find.” I knew I was giving in but from what they were telling me and the constant texts were getting to be difficult to manage.

“Thank you, when you get back I’ll buy you take out for a month okay?”

“I hate that you know what my weakness is.” I laughed through the phone, a month of free take out? Hell yeah. It made the prospect of going back a little brighter since I wasn’t going to complete the rest of my trip.

I wasn’t losing out on too much though, I had seen and done everything that I wanted. It wouldn’t be too bad to go home early.

We talked for a couple more minutes before parting ways, I threw my phone on the bed and watched it bounce a couple times before turning my attention back to getting dressed. Since I had a flight to book it was okay to spend the rest of the day lounging in pj’s.

The soft fabric of my pj’s brushed against my skin as I jumped into bed with my computer in hand, and now it was time to book a flight back home. Maybe text Paul and tell him he can quit complaining as well.

I woke up the next morning with my flight booked for take off in the afternoon and my daily good morning text from Embry. I felt a little sad to be leaving such a beautiful country but the trees, ocean and Embry all called my name.

Pacing through the room I grabbed the comfiest set of clothes I packed for my return flight back to Seattle, I had enough time to sleep on the plane to be conscious enough for the three and a half hour drive back to La Push.

I was set for a long day ahead of me but it was going to be worth it in the end, seeing the bright and happy face of my boyfriend, getting to hug him and kiss him again.

I made one last check of the room before I gathered my clothes and toiletry kit and made my way into the bathroom to shower before my long flight. As I was stepping into the shower my phone pinged from the counter with a text from Sam.

“Have you booked that flight yet?” it read.

“Yeah I’m due for take off at 1. I should be back in La Push some time tomorrow!”

My fingers brushed the cool surface of the counter top as I put my phone back and got into the shower, hot water immediately running down my back; this time my phone wasn’t being blown up by a desperate wolf pack trying to get my attention.

I can’t sit in the shower for hours on end this time, I have a flight to catch and a boy to surprise. Embry was currently still under the impression that I would be coming home in two weeks. Boy would he be in for a surprise.

The residual steam wafted out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth revealing my towel wrapped body and hair in the mirror behind the skin. I checked the time and noted that I had two hours to check out, make my way to the airport, and check into my flight back home. Two more hours before I could smell the trees and ocean, two more hours before I could see my friends and hug Embry.

The time managed to move by in a blur by the time I was shutting the trunk of the yellow cab that was going to drop me off at the airport. I got into the back seat and the driver peeled away from the hotel front onto the winding roads.

“Aye where are you headin’?” The driver inquired in a thick Irish accent.

One thing I noticed in my stay here was that the accent changed in every town or village I passed through. It added to the charm

“Well, I’m on my way home after spending six months in Europe.” My eyes scanned over the green hills that rushed past in a blur.

“My favourite places I’ve been have definitely been Ireland and Greece.” I smiled towards him.

The lines around his eyes crinkled with the smile that graced his face at the mention of Ireland.

“Well that’s good to hear innit? Glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We welcome ya with open arms if you return.”

We held a light conversation until we arrived in front of the drop off area for passengers, thanked him and grabbed my bags before heading into the crowded lobby.

The front of the terminal was metal and glass that reached towards the heavens with automatic doors gaping open like a mouth. Inside was a dull white with light grey floor which my shoes clicked against with each step.

It was packed with people like a can of sardines, I weaved my way through the masses towards the check in desk which thankfully only had a short line to get through.

Under the mix of fluorescents and natural light the desk lady’s bags that donned under her eyes glared with visible exhaustion from the mass amounts of people that swarmed the terminal.

Despite her clear drowsiness she still greeted me with a warm smile and a soft hello.

I grabbed my ticket and thanked her then turned and pushed myself through to the security check, dropped my luggage off and took a seat to wait for the boarding call for my flight.

As I waited grey clouds started to fill the sky blocking out the little sun that was once shining in its place.

My eyes grew heavier by each minute that passed, waiting could be hard, but waiting in an airport where there’s no sense of time is worse. So I distracted myself by people watching.

A lady was bouncing her baby, the old man across from me was snoring. A businessman paced back and forth speaking urgently into his phone, a family chatted excitedly for their family trip to the Canary Islands.

I pulled my eyes away from them as the call for my flight rang out over the crowded terminal, grabbing my suitcase and making my way towards the gate.

Excitement filled my every step as the anticipation grew and bubbled inside me. I gave the greeting flight attendant a small smile and made my way to my seat, for being last minute I managed to get a window seat.

We sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes before taking off and before I knew it the seat belt light pinged off and I was fast asleep jet setting my way back to America, back to my home.

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke up but the clock on the tv screen said 2 a.m. and that we’re due to arrive in an hour. I sat up in my seat and gazed out the window into the starry night sky.

Energy started to course through me as I watched the arrival time tick closer and closer. A light rain misted down over Seattle as I left the Seatac terminal and made my way through the maze of cars in the night that was made darker by the rain.

I spotted my blue Subaru and popped the trunk so my interior and seats wouldn’t get wet. It had been a long six months since I last sat in my driver's seat, the wheel almost felt foreign in my hands as I turned the key and listened to the engine roar to life.

I drove through the winding roads of the city to the Seattle-Bainbridge Ferry to take the 45 minute ride into Bainbridge and headed North to get on the 101 then turn onto 110 which would take me back into the heart of La Push.

The closer I got to Forks the brighter the sky became; well as bright as it could be on a gloomy day. The clouds became painted in the glow of purple and pink as the sun rose over the horizon, the rain had let up and left me with an overcast sky for the remainder of the drive back.

Since I slept virtually the entire flight back I didn’t feel the weight of exhaustion at all, but surely when I arrived back in the arms of Embry I knew I’d hit the wall with sleep deprivation.

As I barreled through the corridor of trees I passed the signature ‘welcome to Forks’ sign and turned right onto the 110, twenty minutes to home. I was so close but my soul felt like it was light years away.

The clock on my radio told me that it was currently 6:45, the pinks and purples that coated the sky faded away to the typical grey that fills my senses with delight. Sea salt and washed up kelp started to seep into the air that circulated into my car making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Closer to Beach Drive I got the stronger the smell of the ocean became. The turn signal clicked as I turned onto the road that gave way to Sam and Emily’s house so they could take me over to Embry’s in the off chance that he happened to be awake at this hour.

It’s highly unlikely that he would be up at this hour but it’s not something I could be one hundred percent positive about. I stepped out of my car and turned around to see Emily running as fast as she possibly could towards me with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face.

Dropping my bags I dashed across their lawn into her embrace.

“Oh (y/n)! I missed you so much, you must be so tired.” She released me from her hug and settled her hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too Emily, I knew I’d be tired but not this tired.” I chuckled while wiping at my under eyes in a feeble attempt to wipe away the exhaustion.

She put her hand on my lower back and led me inside for the awaiting cup of tea while Sam moved my bags into his truck.

The warmth of their home embraced me, the comfort of their kitchen was familiar. The only thing missing was the rowdy group of boys that made up the pack who usually occupied every available seat in the home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table where three cups of tea sat waiting, I should have expected a q and a when I returned. Wrapping my hands around the mug the warmth that radiated from it filled my hands.

Emily took a seat beside me and Sam entered through the door and sat adjacent to both of us.

“So how was the trip?” We sat around their table chatting until our cups were empty and filed out of the house into the early morning air.

“Emily and I will drive your car back to your place after I drop you off at Embry’s, the kid’s been sleeping in my living room more often than I’d appreciate.” Sam’s eyes crinkled with a smile, I knew he was joking but at the same time there was truth to his words; and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

“Thank you for putting up with him while I was gone, I owe you guys one and you owe me take out for a month.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair turning into the Call's driveway. Embry’s mom had already left for work leaving him to his own devices; which meant he would sleep in as late as his heart desired.

We got out of Sam’s truck and he dropped my bags on the doorstep. I turned and gave him a quick hug and a thank you before sticking my key into the lock.

The door creaked open and I dragged my suitcases to a stop in their front entry way and shut it behind me.

My shoes landed on the floor with a soft thud and I gingerly walked up the stairs to ensure I wasn’t too noisy while making sure to avoid the one squeaky stair.

I got to the top of the stairs and hung a left down their light beige hallway that gave way to the oak door that guarded Embry’s room. His soft snores filtered through the door, it’s door knob was cool in my hand. Making an audible click with the turn of my wrist.

Dark mahogany brown hair peaked up from beneath the sheet that tucked Embry’s body out of view. One pillow was on the floor while the other was tucked firmly between his cheek and arm, I smiled at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend which filled my every inch with the utmost joy.

My sock covered feet pressed into the carpeted flooring with each step I took towards his bed making sure to step over the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered around the room.

The sun filtered through the gaps in the window blinds casting pools of golden light on the floor and along his walls causing the crystal prism that hung above his closet to sweep dashes of colour across his walls.

I pulled back the grey top sheet to reveal his peaceful face and I swear my heart was going to burst with the amount of love that I feel for him. His hair was tousled in every direction and a cow lick stuck straight up on the left side of his head.

My hands ran over his hair, smoothing it out while I whispered his name. Embry groaned a bit and rolled over, I whispered his name a little bit louder and moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders running them along his arms finally waking him from his slumber.

“Hi Em!” I gushed out as his brown eyes opened and focused on me. His face split with his toothy smile and his arms shot around me, pulling me down into his chest.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Embry mumbled into my hair.

“I figured a lot with the amount of texts I got from the pack.” I reached up brushing the hair from his face.

“You can never leave me for that long again. . .I didn’t know what to do without you here.” He ran his hands through my hair placing a gentle kiss upon the top of my head.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t protect you and make sure you were safe.”

“Well next time I’ll make sure you can come, then you don’t have to worry.” Craning my neck up I placed a kiss upon his lips which were still a bit swollen from slumber.

“The important thing is that I returned safe and in one piece. The other important thing is I get to spoil you with the gifts I brought back!”

His laugh filled the room sending vibrations through my body.

“Hey! That’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around.” He ruffled my hair causing us both to laugh. I peeled off my socks and wiggled my way under his blanket.

“I think it’s time we catch up on six months worth of cuddling.” I poked a finger into his side.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, you owe me for being gone so long.”

“What? I came back early!” His hands made their way under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back sending waves of heat through my body from being pressed into him. Oh how I missed my heater.

“Yeah, by like what? Two weeks?” his silky voice chuckled out.

“I missed you Embry.” I told him, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder.

“I missed you too. Now let's go back to sleep, you look tired.” He said to me as he rested his chin atop my head and pulling me closer.

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book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure · 4 years ago

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A Stark and her Soldier ~ Part 1

Imagine: Reuniting with Bucky when you end up helping Sam with the Flag Smashers.

Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS! This takes place during the first two episodes of the show.

A/N: I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’M BACK (with a new header lol)!!! AHHHHHHHH! It’s been nearly two years but here I am… posting this makes me SO nervous, so feedback would be highly appreciated! More parts and some information about what I’m planning with this blog to follow soon!

“You held us together – do it for them,” he paused before adding, “Promise me you’ll do it for them.”

You blinked away the tears, knowing what was coming, “I can’t promise that...”

“Y/N please,” the way he begged you with that shaking voice was nearly enough to push you over the edge.

“I-I promise.” He squeezed your hand before letting you leave.

“You’ve reached James Barnes, sorry I couldn’t take your call, please –” you hung up before the recorded message could continue, face burning with frustration. This was the 9th time you had tried calling him this week, not to mention the countless text messages.

You scoffed thinking of Steve’s last words to you, how were you supposed to hold them together when you barely held yourself together on a good day? It doesn’t make it any easier when the person you’re supposed to be holding together is so keen on letting himself fall apart.

Every time you tried calling him, you ended up feeling furious, miserable, or like an absolute failure – usually all three. You promised Steve, you promised, and you failed. You groaned and chucked your phone across your bed.

The last time you had seen him, Steve had still been around, and you hadn’t even spoken to him since Tony’s funeral.

You and Pepper had walked to the lake, each holding one of Morgan’s hands, and you had sat at the dock watching the arc reactor – his heart – float away, the people behind you forgotten in your grief. The weight on your heart was unbelievable, you had already lost your best friend, Natasha, and now your brother was gone.

You promised him that you wouldn’t cry at his funeral – he always knew it was inevitable – and so you sat there, sending him away with a pained smile.

You had no idea how long you had just sat there, staring at the horizon across the lake, trying to make this last moment with your brother last forever.

“Y/N?” You felt a hand squeezing your shoulder, “You should come back inside.”

“What happens now, Steve?” Your voice was softer than he had ever heard before.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out together,” he paused for a moment before gesturing to Bucky, waiting outside the house behind him, “He wants to talk to you.”

You gave Bucky a small smile, “Hey.”

He walked over and dropped down next to you, Steve leaving the two of you to chat, “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” You nodded solemnly.

He added, “For everything, Y/N… he probably wouldn’t even have wanted me here, but –”

You shook your head and took his hand, heart fluttering at the contact. You had always been attracted to him, and it had only grown with every interaction. “That wasn’t you.”

You knew your brother never blamed Bucky, you all knew how it felt to have people mess with your heads and Bucky had had the worst of it. He was furious at Steve for years, but never at Bucky – you could never bring yourself to be angry with either of them, not after the stories you grew up with. Your father had adored the soldiers and you had been one of their biggest fans, and later one of Steve’s closest friends.

There had come a point after the battle between Tony and Steve when you had become sick of all the back and forth. You were lucky enough to find an escape when T’Challa got in touch with you, offering you a chance to come to Wakanda and learn about their technology – you weren’t ashamed to admit that you were the one who contacted him to beg for it. You hadn’t known that Bucky was already there. Slowly but surely, the two of you found comfort in one another and became good friends.

He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “You should head inside, it’s getting late – I’ll see you again soon.”

He stayed true to that statement, the two of you stood with Sam and Bruce, waiting for Steve to come back after returning the stones – only to have him shatter your hearts.

You only saw Bucky in passing after that, occasionally visiting Steve at the same time – you never said a word to him, beyond a smile or a wave, and then you stopped seeing him all together. You tried, for the sake of your promise to Steve, but he never answered your calls or texts.

“We’ll figure it out together, right, thanks a lot Steve,” You muttered.

You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, and your shoulders sank a bit when you saw Sam’s name flashing across the screen, “Hey.”

“He’s doing an interview,” You knew exactly who Sam was talking about, “Good Morning America.”

Your stomach turned, “That’s the last thing I want to see.”

“I know, I just thought I’d share my joy with someone,” Sam chuckled, “Any luck with Bucky?”

“I’m just wasting my time at this point,” You could feel the tears returning to your eyes as you said it.

“Hey, come on now, he’ll come around, he just needs some time.”

“Right…”

“Listen, I called because we have a lead, wanna join?”

“Please.”

“I hate it, his stupid face plastered on every wall, it feels like he’s mocking us.”

“Don’t you start, Y/N.”

“Seriously Sam, I get that he’s the new Cap – the fake Cap, but don’t you think that this,” You gestured to the posters around you, “is excessive?”

“It-”

“Shouldn’t have given up the shield.” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice and your face heated up with anger, you hadn’t realized it was possible to feel such contrasting emotions at the same time, but here you were. You noted that his voice was a bit hoarse and wondered if he had been sick.

“Good to see you too, Buck.”

“This is wrong.”

“So is pushing away everyone who cares about you.” He finally looked at you and you saw shame glistening in those steel blue eyes.

He said nothing before turning back to Sam, “You didn’t know that was gonna happen?”

Wow, ignoring your calls was one thing, but outright ignoring you while you stood in front of him, that caused a different kind of hurt.

You stood in silence as Sam explained where the two of you were headed, trying to push away the pounding in your head, and suddenly, you found yourself in a jet sitting next to Bucky.

“You could have answered, even once. Could’ve at least let me know that you were still alive.”

“I know,” Was all he said.

“We were friends once,” Nothing, “and I still care for you.”

“I know.”

“Four months, a full four months and I didn’t hear a single word from you, I’m going to need more than ‘I know’.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry.”

You could tell that he meant it and didn’t know what more to say, so you got up and headed towards the open door of the plane, “I’ll catch you boys on the ground.”

You watched Sam follow, and considered helping Bucky as he fell through the trees, but you decided against it. He hurt your feelings and now you could call it even.

Super soldiers? How on earth were there more super soldiers?! You didn’t have much time to ponder on the thought as you got kicked in the face by one of them and fell off the semi – definitely should have let Tony make you a helmet like he insisted.

You flew back up only to see him dropping out of a helicopter, Fake Cap, fuck.

“Looks like you guys could use some help,” Your blood boiled at the sight of his cocky grin.

You weren’t winning, and you weren’t stupid enough to continue trying, let Steve’s knock-off take care of it.

You flew off just in time to see Bucky lying on top of Sam, the latter groaned in displeasure.

“Hey, can you gentlemen save the PDA for later?” You joked, earning a glare from both of them.

With the adrenaline slowly draining from your system, the pain from the blows you took started to set in, making you dread the trek in front of you. As if on cue, you heard a horn honking and Fake Cap pulled up next to you, “It’s 20 miles to the airport, you guys need a ride.”

“I think we’re good,” You simply stated.

“You won’t make it with that limp.”

You gave him a crude smile, “I’d rather crawl.”

They stopped and opened the door, you exchanged a look with Sam and Bucky, silently deciding to join them.

You sat between Bucky and Sam, and felt the anger and disgust radiating off of both of them with every word that was exchanged.

“Y/N Stark,” You despised the way he said your last name, like he wanted to devour you, “You are one of the original seven, I trust you know the importance of having a strong team. I’d suggest giving a word or two of advice to your friends here.”

“Did you really just compare being on a team with you two, to being on a team with the Avengers?” You glowered at him, “A word of advice Walker, you’re not Steve, you might be holding that shield, but you will never be half the Captain America that he was. So quit fucking pretending.”

“I didn’t realize Stark’s sister had such a mouth on her,” He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing and as much as you hated to admit it, it was working, “Vicious.”

“Go to hell.”

The ride didn’t last very long after that, and you had no complaints when Bucky demanded them to stop the car.

You opened your eyes and rolled over to see Sam still asleep on the seats across from you, and Bucky was sitting on the large crate in the middle of the jet, “Not tired?”

“Nah,” He shook his head.

You pushed yourself to your feet and hopped up next to him, “You’d think they’d make those seats a bit more comfortable considering the amount of time we spend on these things.”

He chuckled and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. After a considerable pause he turned to you, “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier, I’m sorry.”

The dark bags under his eyes were a stark contrast from the beautiful blue that you were looking into, which you noted which had lost its luster. You noticed that his voice still had a bit of that hoarseness from earlier in the day, and the dots connected. You remembered how hoarse your voice used to get when you’d wake up screaming from the nightmares after particularly rough missions. You understood why he was awake, he didn’t want you and Sam to see him like that.

You nodded, “I know, I just wish – I was worried sick about you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you Buck, but we were good friends once and I miss you.”

“I wanted to call, it’s just been tough,” He admitted, and you reached over to take his hand, only to quickly pull away as Sam woke up.

“You two okay?”

“Yeah,” You both said. You wondered if Bucky’s super soldier ability allowed him to hear the way your heartbeat picked up from that brief touch.

Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, you had barely kept the tears in listening to Isaiah’s story, both out of anger and sadness. How? How did this happen? How was this man tortured, then brushed under the rug? How did no one know about it? Why the hell did Bucky keep this from you?

Sam mirrored your pained expression, but something darker lurked beneath his eyes, you couldn’t even imagine the rage he felt. The sound of a police siren pulled you out of your thoughts.

Your anger only grew at the argument that ensued, “I am calm, what do you want? We’re just standing here talking.”

“Just give him your ID,” You glared at Bucky as the words left his mouth.

“Why the hell should he? He didn’t do anything wrong!” You growled, at the same time Sam said, “I’m not giving him shit, we were just talking.”

“Hey, hey, look, is this guy bothering you?” The officer asked you and Bucky. Your eyes widened, he can’t be serious right now.

“No, he’s not bothering us, do you know who this is?!”

You couldn’t even stand to look at the guy as his jaw dropped in shock upon realizing who Sam was, you felt your body shake with anger, and you didn’t even want to think what would have happened if Sam hadn’t been an Avenger.

The officer returned from his vehicle and turned the tables, announcing that there was a warrant out for Bucky’s arrest.

Watching him being handcuffed and put into the car shattered your heart, if the events of the day hadn’t already left you feeling nauseous, you knew this would be the nail in the coffin. All you could see was Bucky on his knees with a gun to his head nearly seven year ago when Steve barely prevented T’Challa from killing him and the four of you had been arrested – Tony had been furious with you, but it was the shame in Bucky’s eyes that had hurt you the most, and here you were, witnessing it again.

You reached over a grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed as hard as you could, desperate for a lifeline to keep you from sinking into those painful memories.

You maintained that same grip on the poor man’s hand as you sat at the police station waiting for Bucky to be bailed out, “Sam, Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you two, I’m Dr. Raynor, I’m James’ therapist.”

The two of you shook her hand and Sam thanked her for getting Bucky out.

“That was not me –”

“Christina!” You’d recognize that voice anywhere from the way it made your skin crawl, fuck, “Good to see you again.”

You clenched your jaw to keep yourself from punching the stupid grin off of his face as he pointed to himself when Dr. Raynor asked him who authorized Bucky’s release. You knew you had a problem with constantly wanting to punch people in the face, it was a trait that ran in the family, but Walker’s face was definitely one of the most punchable ones you had seen – a good ol’ pop in the jaw wouldn’t hurt, right? Just one?

“He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up –”

That was it, that was all you were willing to hear, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting in his face and hissing, “Call him that again, and I swear to god Walker, I –”

Sam put his arm around you, hand pressed to your stomach and pulled you back, “Y/N.”

Walker simply smirked and turned back to Raynor, “Do what you have to do and send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I, you too Wilson, and bring your guard dog with you.”

It took everything in your power to keep from snarling at him.

“James, condition of your release, session now,” The doctor ordered, “You two as well.”

“I’m good, I’ve been to enough therapy,” You shook your head, at the same time Sam said, “That’s okay, I’ll be out here with –”

“That wasn’t a request,” You couldn’t help but chuckle, and decided that you liked this woman.

You and Sam sat on either side of Bucky, facing Dr. Raynor as she got started. You couldn’t help but notice the way Bucky’s eyes shifted and jaw clenched as Sam tried to weasel his way out of the session, and your chest tightened. He looked so tired, and not just the ‘hasn’t slept in a few days’ tired, but more like he was tired of trying – he looked broken.

You decided in that moment that you would try, and not just for Steve, but for the man next to you who had held a piece of your heart before he even knew you, and managed steal that piece away when you had met him years later.

You realized how hard you’d have try when Bucky answered Dr. Raynor’s question with, “In my miracle, he would talk less.”

“Exactly what I was gonna say, isn’t that ironic?” You sighed, so hard.

She turned to you, mimicking the expression on your face, “Y/N, can I trust you to give me a proper answer?”

Try, Y/N, try. You saw a glimmer of hope in Raynor’s eyes as they met yours, but you simply shrugged and looked away, unable to bring yourself to open up, and she let her shoulders fall slightly.

“You guys are leaving me with no choice. It’s time for the soul-gazing exercise. Y/N, you can sit this one out, you get along with both of them well enough.”

You rolled your eyes at the reactions from the boys, this’ll be good. You couldn’t help but chuckle as they got closer to one another, maybe I should have taken part in this exercise. They made eye contact and continued to hold it, you realized what they were doing moments before the doctor did and let out a genuine laugh – earning a glare from Raynor, don’t encourage them she seemed to say.

“James, why does Sam aggravate you? And don’t say something childish.” Your head filled with a hundred different ideas about what stupid things Bucky would come up with, only to have them fizzle away at his cheeky grin towards the doctor, followed by the lick of his lip. It left your throat dry. Snap out of it, Y/N, what’s gotten into you?

He paused for a moment, his expression changing, and turned back to Sam, “Why’d you give of that shield?”

You held your breath, you knew this was going to come up, but weren’t expecting it here. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky, noticing every change in his face, it becoming more pained with every word that left his mouth, and your chest tightening alongside it, until finally, “So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.”

The break in his voice cracked your heart into a million pieces. You looked up, trying to keep the tears swimming in your eyes from falling. You turned your attention towards Sam and noticed the emotion behind his glassy eyes – it was different than anything you had seen in him before, it was almost as though you could see the burden he was carrying on his shoulders, the pressure that was pushing him in every direction.

I have to fix this, you told yourself, you couldn’t stand to see them like this, I have to try.

Your mind was roaring with thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed that Sam and Bucky had left until Raynor asked, “What would be in your miracle, Y/N?”

You snapped your head towards her, then to the door, you weighed your options and headed towards the latter. You grabbed the handle and stopped, without turning towards her you whispered, “I’d find a home again, and they’d find some happiness.”

You pulled the door open, “Y/N, I don’t think those two things have to be separate.”

Her words swam in your head until you found Bucky and Sam walking outside, Walker and Hoskins storming off in the other direction.

“What’s that all about?”

“Walker being Walker,” Sam shrugged.

“So, what now?”

“Bucky wants to talk to Zemo,” Every memory that you spent years trying to forget came flooding back: Zemo using those words to turn Bucky into the Winter Soldier, who then proceeded to trash the compound and nearly kill you and your friends; watching your family fight each other at the airport and being forced to pick a side; watching the footage of your parents dying; desperately begging your brother and the man who had become your brother not to kill one another.

“You what?!” You gasped.

“Y/N –”

You stepped between the two of them, close enough to Bucky that you had to tilt your head up to look into his eyes, and whispered, “Bucky, no.”

“This might be our only lead, Y/N,” You stared up at him, silently pleading him, he reflected the same in his own, “Please Y/N.”

He took your hand and you instantly melted, “I – fine, but promise me you will be careful.”

“I promise.”

End.

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