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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Just saw your little mix!reader au (LOVED IT) and I was thinking, what if y/n is kinda like Perrie aka the queen of leaking things and she's dating Tom and everyone makes fun of them bc they are THE couple that keeps spoiling/leaking stuff

Hello lovey!! Thank you for requesting and reading my other work, it’s very much appreciated!🥰 I love this request sm, omg. Happy reading, I hope you like it!💖

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The King and Queen of Leaking

I had WAY too much fun with this request...enjoy!🥰

It had been a regular day in your household. You were in the kitchen starting up on breakfast while Tom was in his makeshift gym doing his morning workout. You were just finishing up on the eggs when your phone pinged. Glancing at your phone you saw that it was a text from Jade.

Jade💜: Babes! Check you email ASAP!!!

The texts in the band’s group chat began to flood in making you curious. Have you all done something to get in trouble with management? Maybe it was an awards nomination? Turning off the stove, you place the last pile of scrambled eggs onto Tom’s plate. After you set the plates on the table, you pull out one of the dining chairs and sit on it, pulling out your phone to see more texts from the girls.

Perrie🦋: Oh.My.God. I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

Leigh-Anne😻: AHHHHHH THIS IS BIG!!! FIRST NUMBER ONE OF THE YEAR!!!

Jesy💖: I’m so so so SO proud of us!!! And our fans omg, they’re amazing!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

Jesy💖: Where the hell is (y/n)???

Jade💜: Probs busy with Tom👀🍆💦

Perrie🦋: Has she not seen the news yet??

Leigh-Anne😻: Based on her lack of response, I’m guessing she’s busy😉

Jesy💖: (Y/N) I SWEAR HOP OFF TOM’S BLOODY DICK, SWEET MELODY IS NUMBER 1 ON THE CHARTS!!!!!

You gasp once you read Jesy’s last message. Your fingers move rapidly across your screen, exiting the messaging app to open up your email. The anticipation builds up in your body as you refreshed your inbox. Your leg bouncing as the little circle that went around and around popped up on your screen. For the last couple of days and weeks, your fans have been streaming Sweet Melody to top the charts and get it to Number 1. It has only been 10 weeks since “Confetti” has been released and the album has been getting an amazing response. Seeing your fans’ determination to get the song up the charts made your adore them even more and you just wanted to hug and thank every single one of them. You guys had the most amazing fans in the world, though many celebrities claimed that theirs were the best, Mixers were the crème de la crème in your eyes.

Your inbox refreshes and the first email you see is from the Official Charts Company, a company that celebrated singles that reached number one on the charts. You click on the email and carefully skim through the paragraph. When you read that Sweet Melody had officially charted at number one you let out an excited squeal. Tessa, who has been sitting beside your seat, jumped up to her feet the same time you did. Your crouched down as she happily bounced around you.

“Number one Tess! We made it to number one!” You squealed as you gently squished her face. She let out a bark before licking your face.

“Let’s go tell daddy the news, huh? Let’s go!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, the feeling rushing through your veins. You felt like your heart could burst from all the happiness you were currently feeling.

You practically ran to where Tom was, your feet moving as quick as your heartbeat. Tessa’s nails clicked against the wooden floors echoing in the hallway.

Tom, who had just finished his workout, heard the commotion outside. Your excited squeals and the sounds of both your and Tessa’s feet getting closer to him. The stomps came to a halt once you stopped at the doorway of his “gym”. He looks up from his phone and looks at you expectantly. You were beaming, like the sun that brought light into the room. His expression mirrors yours, but his smile was a bit more confused.

“Hi darling, what’s up?” He asks, removing his AirPods and placing them back into their case. You squeal excitedly once again as you run across the room and stand in front of him. Though, it was as if your feet had springs in them because you couldn’t stop jumping. Tom looks at you amused but was still confused.

“(Y/n), what did you do, love?” He asks. Maybe you were up to something?

You stop jumping for a bit and unlock your phone, shoving it into his face. He moves his face back so his eyes can focus but ends up taking the phone from you because you were moving too much. As you dance around the room, Tessa joining in on your little fiesta, Tom reads the email to himself. Once he reads the news his jaw drops looking up at you with wide eyes.

“NUMBER ONE BABY!” You scream before running into his arms. A look of shock is on his face before he screams “YES!” at the top of his lungs. Your legs wrap around his torso as his arms support your back and your bum. He starts shaking his hips and jumping around just like you were as you both celebrated your band’s huge success.

Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling too much, but you just couldn’t keep it off your face. You were too happy to keep a neutral face so you continued to smile. Tom looks up at you with the most proudest expression. He knew how hard you and the girls worked on every song on your albums, so to see that hard work being rewarded made him feel immense amounts of joy for you all.

You began to giggle as you hid your face behind you hands, Tom still carrying you. “I can’t believe this actually happened, oh my god.” Your voice came out muffled but Tom could still understand you. He chuckled while he placed your feet back to the ground. You leaned your head against his chest while his hands rubbed circles onto your back.

“Of course it happened love, you guys deserve it.” He places a kiss on your temple while he swayed you guys back and forth. His cheek resting against you hair as he held you. Your excitement boiling down to disbelief at the news.

He moved his head and gently removed your hands from your face. “Look at me.” Turns out you were silently crying, your tear stained cheeks making his heart drop, but then he noticed they were tears of joy.

You sniffled, smiling when Tom wiped some of your tears away. His hands cupped your cheeks while his eyes gazed at you lovingly, “You have no idea how proud I am of you— and the girls. You guys have worked day and night for this album to exist. I’ve seen you guys write each song and saw how much thought goes into each one, you guys are fucking incredible. Look at how much success it’s getting, you guys did that.”

You laughed as more tears ran down your cheeks. You groaned throwing your head back and wiping them away, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been so understanding with everything and you managed to be one of my biggest inspirations for writing. Thank you. I love you so much.” You beamed at him before crashing your lips against his soft ones. You felt his lips curve up to a smile as his hands held your face. You suddenly pulled away, Tom chasing your lips, still stuck in your little moment.

“Oh my God! We need to tell the fans! They’ve been streaming for weeks!” You pecked his lips once more before rushing out the room. The excitement entering your body once again. Tom looks down at your phone in his hands smirking. He turned to Tessa, “Give her a few seconds.”

“MY PHONE!” He heard you exclaim in the hallway. Your head popped from behind the entrance. You skipped into the room and took the phone from Tom.

“I love you!” You sang, kissing his lips again, then skipping out to the hallway.

Before you can post anything of the band’s new achievement, you opened the group chat.

(Y/n)🌻: First off, I was far from Tom’s dick, I was actually cooking😌

(Y/n)🌻: Second, I love you all so much!!!!!! I can’t believe we did it, the amount of pride I feel to be part of this band is astronomical right now! Nine years together and we’re still making it, I love you guys!❤️❤️❤️

After you messaged the girls, you opened up Instagram. Meanwhile, Tom had joined you, dressed in new clothes and fresh out the shower. He hummed at the food on the table and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his way of silently thanking you. He sat in the chair beside yours and began to dig into his breakfast.

“Do you mind if I film a video real quick?” You ask him, looking into the camera as you fixed your hair. Tom wipes his mouth and swallows his food.

“Go ahead, tell the world you’re number one.” He teased you. You rolled your eyes though your lips were curved into a smile. You prepared yourself before pressing down on the circle.

Video:

“Hi guys! So I’ve just found out some amazing news and I thought you guys might want to hear it too—“ Tom began to drum on the table, making you look at him in amusement.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” You nod, approving of his actions. When he stops drumming and points at you, you look back to the camera with a giant smile.

“Guys...WE MADE IT TO NUMBER ONE! SWEET MELODY IS AT NUMBER ONE ON THE CHARTS!” You announced, voice bouncing off the walls of your house. Behind you was Tom, also cheering equally as loud while he pumped his fists into the air.

“Thank you guys so much! The girls and I love each and every single one of you, you guys are the best fans in the world and we are forever grateful for you. Thank you!” You blew a kiss into the camera before ending the video.

You watched the video over then tagged the girls and the group’s Instagram. You quietly hummed Sweet Melody to yourself as you clicked around and added some stickers to your video. When you were content, you clicked on share and turned your phone off.

“Alright, celebratory breakfast.” You sang as you grabbed your fork and stabbed it into a strawberry.

Tom chuckled beside you and nudged your shoulder, “Then celebratory sex after?” You hummed at his suggestion, eyes teasingly squinting at him.

“Give me time to digest first. Then celebratory sex.” When Tom agreed you laughed and dug into your food. Everything was going great at the moment. Your song is number one on the charts, your career is flourishing, you had four amazing sisters, and you had the world’s best boyfriend. It was as if nothing could go wrong.

~half an hour later~

Tom had you pinned to the bed, light kisses scattering along your skin while his hands rubbed your thighs. With clothes still on, he was snuggled in between your legs, finding comfort in the tight space. He managed to get your top off leaving you in that red lacy bra he adored on you. His lips ghosted between the valley of your breast and down to your belly button. His lips stopping right above your sweatpants. He tilted his head back a bit to drink in your appearance. Hooded dark eyes, laid out before him, that red bra making your breasts look irresistible, you were perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl. Aren’t you stunning?” His voice was deeper than his usual chipper tone. The tone brought butterflies in your belly, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your core.

“I’m all yours, Tommy.” Your hand finds its way to the brown curls that rested on his head. You gently guide his head back up and pull his lips towards you. Your lips connect, first gently and almost innocent, but full of passion. The passion burns more when he presses his hard on against you, roughening up the passionate kiss, your teeths clashing and tongues wrestling. You were lost in his trance until your phone tinged.

Tom curses under his breath as you both jump from the sudden sound. You quietly apologize and mute your phone, not bothering to look at the notification. When you lay back on the bed, Tom’s palms press against you cheeks as he crashes you lips together. His hands move below you, tugging off your sweatpants. He was about to remove the last layer of clothing separating you two when your phone continuously began to vibrate. On the other night stand, Tom’s phone began to vibrate as well.

Your boyfriend groans plopping his head against your stomach. You sigh apologetically, hands now stroking his bare back.

“We should get that, seems important.” He kisses your stomach, hesitantly dragging himself off you. You roll over to your stomach and grab your phone.

Notifications

Jesy💖: We love you too my darling!! We miss you so much here in London:(

Perrie🦋: I would say let’s have a sleepover as soon as you come back from Atlanta, but the pandemic:( I miss you tons!!!🥺

Jade💜: I love youuuuuuuu❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: You absolute gem, I love you❤️

Jesy💖: (Y/n) what did you tag me in?

Jade💜: Wait, I’m tagged too.

Perrie🦋: I didn’t get tagged :(

Oh wait, I see it :D

Leigh-Anne😻: Why do I have a bad feeling about what she tagged us in?

Jesy💖: (y/n)?

(Y/N)!?

WHY IS SHE NOT REPLYING WHEN I NEED HER TO REPLY!

Perrie🦋: OIIII!!! AT LEAST IT WASNT ME THIS TIME🤪

Jade💜: Jesus, she’s turning into Tom, smh.

Leigh-Anne😻: She’s always been like this lmao

Tom’s only made her worse🙄

Jesy💖: (Y/N) DELETE YOUR FUCKING STORY ON INSTAGRAM THEY ARENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SM IS NUMBER ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!

Jade💜: I bet you NOW she’s busy with Tom

hehehe🍆💦👀

Leigh-Anne😻: Babes!!! Now’s not the time to be doing the deed with Tom!!

Jesy💖: Hold on let me text Tom too.

Your eyes widen as you read the messages from the girls. A string of “shits” with a mix of “fucks” fall continuously out your mouth. You struggle to turn around, getting tangled in the sheets. When you finally sit up properly you go to your Instagram and rush to your stories.

“Uh, (y/n)—“

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You frustratedly mumble as your thumbs fumble on the screen. You go to your story and don’t even hesitate to delete the video you posted just half an hour ago. Tom’s phone rings and you swear you hear him gulp. He answers it, putting it on speaker mode and holds it away from his ears.

“Tom Holland I blame you!” You hear Jesy’s voice through the phone. You double check if you deleted the story before turning your phone off and shoving your face into your pillow.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Tom defended himself, almost laughing. Honestly, as bad as the situation was, it was ironic how it was his girlfriend that leaked the news. You guys are really meant to be.

“The hell you weren’t! Literally drumming on the table, you div! I can’t with you two!” Jesy exclaimed. You knew she was joking by the tone of her voice. “Where is your girlfriend anyway?”

Tom giggle shoving the phone next to your ear, “My lovely girlfriend is right beside me.”

You hear Jesy gag, “Babe, did you even read the email properly?”

You lift your head from the pillow and take Tom’s phone. “No, I got too excited about getting number one.” You admitted pouting. Tom chuckles at you, moving to lay beside you. His arms wrapping around your almost bare figure and shoving his head in between your breasts. Nothing sexual but because they felt like soft pillows against his cheeks.

“They said they’re announcing it on Monday.” She informed you chuckling. You whined and facepalmed yourself. “It’s okay, hun. You were just in the moment, I know how you can get. Although, the fans absolutely love it.” She mentioned.

“Do they?” You asked stifling a laugh.

“Having an absolute field day, they’ve deemed you the Queen of Leaks. Apparently Tom’s been crowned as your king.” She teases. You feel Tom laugh against your chest, his shoulders shaking.

“Alright, I’ll go now, let you two get back to what you were doing. I suggest lurking through Twitter and Instagram, the fans’ reactions are hilarious.” You bid your goodbyes and hang up. Tom’s head pops up from your chest, “Can we please go through the reactions?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” You tell him already opening up Instagram. You go through your tags to see a bunch of memes. Tom shifts to sit beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

Some fan reactions:

🖤 1,944 likes

Tom watching (y/n) make her video and being the supportive boyfriend he is🥺 They’re made for each other I swear

🖤 1,393 likes

The girls watching (y/n)’s story and finding out she just leaked the news. We stan our Queen of Leaks😌🙌🏼👑

🖤 1,838 likes

Tom realizing that (y/n)’s really the one because they both can’t keep secrets without spoiling them. This is why they don’t have good things smh.

🖤 1,878 likes

Jesy calling the police, not for Tom, but for her because she’s ready to shred that boy’s ass for turning (y/n) into him💀

You and Tom spend the rest of the day stuck in bed going through the different reactions from your fans. They were entertaining, making you and your boyfriend laugh at your fans’ humor.

While you sat in between his legs, your back against his chest, Tom leans down to nuzzle his face into your neck. He breaths in the scent of you mixed with your shampoo, something he would never get tired of. You feel that goofy grin press onto your skin making you look up at him.

“Why’s that look on your face?” You ask hun teasingly.

“Because the fans have a point.”

“That we both can’t keep shit to ourselves?” You laugh. Tom makes a sound of agreement pulling you closer.

“Well yeah—but when they say that we’re meant for each other, they have a point. You really are my soulmate.” The goofy grin on his face was permanently stuck to his lips. You giggled shifting to peck his lips. When he sees you struggle he meets you halfway, finally touching those soft luscious lips of yours.

“I guess I am.” You hummed contently, mirroring that lovestruck look on his face. There was no other person in the world that you’d be willing to spend this moment with. The more you stared into those honey brown eyes of his the more you believed your fans; he truly was your soulmate.

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 4 years ago

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Touch it for Real, Part 2

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / enemies to lovers

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

What you didn't know — what you couldn’t have known was that it wasn’t real. The flush you felt in your skin was real. The sticky sweat that spread over your bed sheets when you tossed and turned was real. The heat of it; the perceptible and tactile fire that spread through your veins felt so physical and solid, you had no way of knowing that this wasn’t real.

Slim fingers.

Fleshy thighs.

Hip bones beneath well worn denim.

Buttons popping with the barest of effort.

And the lips. Oh God, the softness of those lips as they traveled over your very hot skin. You could feel it all.

You never saw his face; you hadn’t needed to. You could smell him everywhere. You knew who this was. You’d know him with your eyes blinded; you’d know him anywhere.

At first you turned away. At first you resisted, but as the fire spread through you, you found yourself turning into him, searching for him, seeking out that connection to fuel the heat.

Why was this happening? Why did you rejoice in it? The longing and the desire had simply become too much for you to deny and now you were the one pulling him into you. You were the one who wrapped your legs around that slim waist and constricted and those sounds from his chest they were...they were…

Those sounds from his mouth, they were—

Screaming.

Laughing.

‘AH HA HA HA AH — YES!’ Rough staccato laughter; so, so loud — so damn loud, it ripped and it tore at your mind and it yanked you up so roughly; up so fast you felt your entire body shaking if not completely falling apart with the speed at which you were pulled.

You opened your eyes into pitch blackness. Your vision took only a second to adjust and you could make out the sliver of dim light from the street lamp outside that peeked through the very top of your curtains.

On your nightstand, pale yellow squared numbers taunted you with 03:42 AM and covering your entire body where you laid on your once so welcoming bed was your bunched up and sweaty comforter. It was heavy. It was everywhere. You felt suffocated by it. Why was it so hard to breathe?

Your comforter. You purchased it because it was pretty. It fit in perfectly with your room decor and it was pale in color enough that the brightly colored stuffed animals you set atop stood out and complimented the subtle pattern. It made you feel at home.

It used to make you feel at home. Now it was making you feel a very different sort of way. Hot and sweaty and flushed all over and now, very mad about all of it.

You could still feel that shaking deep inside your chest and you laid your palm over your forehead to feel for a fever. You swear you could feel the tremble happening inside, though it was fading now, you were sure you still felt that shaking inside of your body.

It was beginning to settle.

You felt another rumble, paired with a loud booming sound that vibrated and shook your wall. The glass of your window quaked and the pale yellow numbers on your nightstand danced in your vision.

‘HAHAHA! I got you asshole!’

03:44 AM

Speakers. Surround sound. Heavy bass. An impressive system at any other time of the day when the sun was out. But right now? When you had been peacefully asleep; when you had been dreaming? Earth shattering booms. Deafening shouts of victory from the idiot with every new explosion that rattled your bones.

You sat up and the comforter stuck to your sweaty skin. It wasn’t even hot in this room, yet this thing clung to you like it was coated in glue. Nearly four in the fucking morning.

You had to work tomorrow. It was the one day a month when you were required to report to the office in person for the staff meeting. And here you were being ripped awake by such a disturbing commotion and goddammit this blanket was hot.

This … thing.

This thing that brought with it images of him and images of, oh god, images of his fingertips and his lips and his, oh god, oh no. No, please not that. Anything but that. Of all the things that were absolutely off limits. Of all the situations that could never happen. Horror. An overwhelming horror; it tasted of shame.

No, no, no, no.

How could this have happened? How could those images be burning into the backs of your eyes? The more your overtired mind tried to make sense of it, the less sense this made. You looked down at the blanket, searching for answers.

Had something about this blanket been ruined?

Was it’s once comforting and innocent essence somehow completely changed on a molecular level and was it now….tainted forever? Because of him? Because of what he brought into your room and depravedly rubbed all over it?

You pushed it away with both hands reaching you pushed and pushed until it sunk down off the foot of your bed and the cool air blew over your hot bare legs. Even the cool air did little to calm the irritation you felt all over your body. It did nothing to cool you off. Your legs were made of pure fire.

He did this. You were sure of it. He brought this evil on you. And now with his room shaking howling laughter you were wide awake and angry at almost 4 am when you had work in the morning; you had to be worth a damn in the morning.

You were up on angry legs with rage pushing you forward and you reached down for the blanket that you didn't even want in your room anymore for all it represented. You hauled it with both hands and took two steps forward toward your closed bedroom door when your forward progress took a quick and southward dive and you fell, tripped up by the wretched blanket when you stepped on a corner instead of on your soft rug.

You could feel the burn on your kneecaps where you collided with the hard floor. You could feel a sting on your left knee that hit the hardest but burned into the carpet and you grunted through the pain to quickly lift yourself back up and gather every other bit of hanging blanket securely inside your arms.

The trek through the living room at such an ungodly hour when every living breathing cell in your body would have rather been asleep felt absolutely crazed. You reached his door, turned the knob just enough for the latch to disengage and with your entire being hurled that motherfucker open and sent it flying.

Oh and it flew. It hit the wall and bounced back hard, bouncing back quickly against your arms that held on securely to the blanket. The noise was shocking. It was a vindicating battle cry.

The commotion startled him. His hands were on the keyboard and a pair of headphones atop of his head and for WHAT, you could hear every single thing happening on his screen in mind deafening stereo surround sound filling up the whole room. You could hear it clearly from your own room and from inside this room it sounded like you were living inside of the subwoofers themselves.

Your rage was somehow louder and it made him spin toward the motion and sound of you at his doorway with a shriek of surprise. His eyes were saucers and his mouth flew open; an unchewed bite of some pink sausage fell out and bounced off his knee onto the floor below his sock covered feet and he was only screaming for a second before he was cursing.

“Shit. Jesus. Fuck. Ohh my God, Fucking Hell, oh my heart. Oh it hurts. Oh Christ I’m dying.” He was clutching at his chest. His headphones, the useless things slipped off his head and toppled down his shoulder following the sausage chunk and you could see them fall all the way down to the floor. The cord, which had not been plugged in quickly followed and pooled into a puddle at his feet.

“Do you have any idea ... what time it is?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears. Had you always sounded so burly? You felt like an angry mountain lion ready to go in for the kill.

His eyes were closed up tight and he inhaled a deep breath before cracking them open to look at you through the heavy panicked breaths.

“Ohhh,” he moaned as his breathing calmed and the shock faded with each slow breath he took. “Ohhhhh,” he repeated softer, to himself.

“Ohhh…” this time he was looking at you and his eyebrows furrowed together as he did it. “Oh—whoa, whoa, whoa, you look….super fucking crazy right now. What is happening?”

His hands were up in confusion; in defense, and you were moving forward taking the stupid blanket and roughly shoving it toward him you hurled it right at his face and watched it hit as hard as a soft cottony blanket could manage to hit — it was more of a gentle nudge really, and then it fell down, taking his stupid glasses off his face and burrying them somewhere within the fluff where the blanket fell.

He was too confused to catch it. He had absolutely no idea what he had done to defile and destroy the sacred sanctity of your sleep.

He had no idea.

“What are you doing with this? Why are you doing this? Why are you giving me your blanket? Where are your pants? Is your leg bleeding? Tell me what is happening!”

“You!” You hurled a finger up and pointed it in his face. His eyes widened, crossed to look at the finger that clearly accused him of something just off the end of his nose and then looked back into your face in utter confusion.

“You—“ you inhaled to survive and your mouth hung open as the words, the accusations you had for him, the truth of what he had done to you, what he really hadn’t done, but what you were certain you felt happening in your sleep, in that dream, those words they stopped entirely as you looked at his face. His very real face, the very real pink cheeks and confused eyes of your roommate Byun Baekhyun who had absolutely no idea that you had just been disturbed during and then disturbed by a vivid and confusing sex dream about him.

Oh god.

You couldn’t say that.

You would rather be dead right here than say those words with your own mouth.

This had never happened before. He was a real person, you had never experienced a dream like that involving a real person. Not someone you knew like you knew Baekhyun. Not someone you lived with and had to keep on living with. The more you replayed the words that refused to come out of your mouth inside your head the more your sanity slowly returned to your mind.

“Your headphones are not plugged in.” You shook your finger in his face. Using every bit of anger you had built up on the walk across the living room, every bit of uncomfortable sweaty stinging ick you felt all over your whole body about the whole thing and you shot those death lasers out of your eyeballs and you focused them right on his face, right there in the center of his stupid forehead. That’s where you put it. That’s where you glared and that’s where you wished every little bit of comeuppance that he had coming to him would land. Right there on that head.

“Wha?” He said and his stupid pink lips frowned downward into a pout. Against your will, you watched them as they moved and then quickly focused your pointing anger back up onto the center of his forehead. It took a lot.

He was looking down at his feet and reached through the big fluffy blanket that covered him from the waist down to the floor to find the headphones that had landed somewhere within it all.

He pulled them up and kept pulling, following the cord until he reached the end and he held the male end of his headphones with his fingertips as he looked down at them with a scoff and a small laugh.

“Oh shit,” he chuckled to himself, “huh...would you look at that?” As if absolutely nothing at all mattered in the world and this was just a humorous little hiccup in his day. At 4 am on a work day.

The audacity of the man. The absolute shameless audacity.

“Would you look at that?!?” The volume of your own voice surprised you. You screamed it. Right at the top of your lungs and he jumped in his seat, closed his eyes up tight and clutched at his chest again with a pained wince on that face. Immediately after you’d done it you felt a pang inside. Was your anger really caused by being awoken? What were you really so damn mad about here?

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered to himself when his eyes opened again.

Then he directed them at you with his eyebrows furrowed and that glare right on your face.

“Jesus. Christ. Woman.” he half spoke again with his eyes on you and his face pointing directly at yours with each new word he spoke. You felt unjustly rebuked. The seriousness on his voice closed up your gaping mouth and you pulled your head back. Part of you wanted to grab his hair and pull it, demanding reparations and apologies and justice for his many 4 AM crimes against you.

“I mean...Jesus. Christ.” His head nodded to emphasize just how ridiculous he was now finding your current outburst and you felt the heaviness deep inside your arms as you sagged on your feet and wanted to give up your fight against gravity. Part of you knew you were justified in your outrage. How could you be losing this fight so easily to him? Maybe...maybe you were just tired.

“I’m just...so tired, Baek.” Your complaint came out as a sad little whine and your head fell back as you closed up your eyes. Suddenly feeling like you could drop right here at his feet and sleep curled up in your wretched comforter.

He must have gotten up. You could feel his arms on your shoulders and you were steered somewhere within his room. Your legs didn’t feel like moving but there were some calming circles being rubbed on your back that felt too nice to resist.

“I’ll turn it off, Bug. You can sleep, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“I was sleeping so nicely.” You mumbled and you were in a bed that didn’t smell like you. “I was dreaming.” All at once the memory and that smell brought back a strange yet familiar feeling.

“Was it a good dream?” His voice sounded far away.

“Mhmm,” you hummed and you let yourself drift. You let yourself curl into the mattress that you were laid over and gave in to an unimaginable comfort that pulled you under too easily.

If he had any more questions you did not know, but something called your sleepy mind back for one more word. Something asked perhaps. You couldn’t be sure what it was, only your single word response slipped from your lips.

“You,” you told the questions, before disappearing entirely.

Your alarm clock was ringing. It was a sufferingly familiar sound that could rip you awake from the deepest sleeps. Today it sounded far away, but that tune was so ingrained into your mind that you immediately opened your eyes and stuck a hand out to look for your phone to stop it.

Only your hand reached and found nothing. You moved further and bumped against something hard like a table that should not have been there.

“Mmm,” a soft moan sounded out from somewhere below and when you finally opened your eyes and searched your ceiling, the layout was definitely different.

This was not your room.

This was not your bed.

“Don't you work today?” You followed the sound of his voice and found it coming from somewhere curled up on the floor beside the bed underneath your comforter. The one you’d abandoned last night. The memories flooded in an instant.

“Yeah. I’m getting up. You can have your bed back, Peanut.”

Peeling back his blankets for a quick escape you saw your own bare shins; knees; thighs; all the way up to your underwear. You’d fallen asleep with only a t-shirt on last night. But there was a new addition. You saw a flesh colored bandage stuck to your knee with a brown-red stain in the center of the gauze pad. You paused to look down at it, a thousand conflicting inclinations running through you in a single breath and not a spare minute to dwell on any of them because your alarm was still ringing and Baekhyun had turned over and peeked his face out from under your blanket.

You could not explain the urgency to leave. You freely loitered near him and around him constantly without even a second thought.

Although you had never done it in such a state of undress. This could have explained the rush. How much would he see of you? How many flaws could he make out with his sleepy eyes. How long had it taken him to apply the bandage last night? Did he use his bare fingertips to softly dab ointment on your wound or did he merely slap on a bandaid with a rough palm. He wouldn't have lightly blown on it to dry the medicine would he?

Something was wrong with you.

These were not important questions for you to be asking. You needed to get out of his room before he saw any more. Perhaps the dream had done much more damage than you had feared.

You could have stepped down off the bed beside where he laid. It would have only required an extra step to get over him. Instead you climbed down to the foot of his bed and without a look back you were out of his room under the compulsion of the ringing alarm and you surrendered willingly.

Back inside your room you could breathe freely and deeply. You could indulge in your routine of getting ready for the day and you took your time to get your hair and your makeup looking nice. It was cold out so you opened for the thick winter leggings to get you through the commute without freezing to death and you were out of your door just in time to stop for a morning coffee.

The day dragged. You were probably just out of practice, having worked from home for so long that having to make an active attempt to look busy enough to justify your paycheck with so many witnesses in the office had you feeling burnt out by lunch time.

You went for a walk to avoid awkward small talk with your co-workers even though it meant you didn't have enough time to actually eat any real food before your break was over. Still it was preferable to the alternative. Namely the meddling old women who, every time they saw you had some new neighbor’s friend’s son, or some doctor’s nephew they just had to set you up with.

So what if you were single. So what if you were too young and too pretty to be alone. There wasn’t some invisible timer counting down to your swift and imminent demise just because you didn't have a boyfriend. You were pretty sure that timer was running for everyone despite the relationship status on their facebook profile. And you did not mention your facebook profile to Baekhyun because he would probably flip out, hack into your computer and delete the whole thing. The dramatic man. How else were you supposed to see what a mess your high school friend’s lives were shaping up to be.

When it was finally time to go home for the day you were more exhausted than you thought was normal for someone still walking around on her own two legs. You were the angry sort of hungry that made you annoyed with every single sound you heard on the subway and not even your headphones in your ears playing your favorite songs eased your anxiety.

You glared at the woman across the aisle with the unruly kids who refused to wear their masks right. You glared at the old man with his nose sticking out of the top of his and you tightened your own mask to your face and took a step back and away from the group of youths that eyed you up and down as they moved through the doors.

You’d never before been so happy to open the door to your apartment and be greeted by the pleasant hum of a refrigerator that you knew had to have at least one tasty thing you could snack on to take the edge off of your mood.

Inside was bright. It was cleaned recently — You’re welcome — It was sparkling and gleaming and well organized and it was full of a multitude of raw ingredients that could be chopped and sliced and diced and cooked up to make a wonderfully healthy and fulfilling meal for whoever had the energy and ambition to embark on such a feat.

You peered inside at the bottles of water in the door. The sticks of butter and the bottles of sauce mocked you. You were pretty sure raw eggs cracked into your open mouth would give you some sort of infection that would require you to leave the house again this month so you opened the drawer where you were sure you saw a cheese stick hiding inside last night.

There it was.

It was white and bouncy. It was salty and individually wrapped and it was calling your name in sweet a cheesy joyous chorus of promised deliciousness.

It was yours.

It’s most amazing feature wasn’t the chewiness or the cold chill it had from sitting for weeks in a refrigerator. No, the best thing, and you mean the absolute very best thing about this single plastic wrapped cheese stick was that it existed.

Exactly when you needed it most.

Feet shuffled behind you. Baekhyun would be waking up from whatever napping schedule he’d accidentally tricked his body clock into adopting and he would be stumbling into the kitchen for a drink of water.

You unwrapped the cheese stick and stuck the end between your lips. Instantly rewarded by the soft way it gave when you bit down. You took the tiniest bite and you chewed carefully and thoughtfully. Perhaps your eyes rolled back and closed and perhaps you might have even experienced something akin to out of body experience of pure pleasure as you chewed, swallowed, and opened your mouth again for another bite. A real one this time.

What you hadn’t anticipated, was the cruelty of the universe that had allowed you to live this many years on Earth only to end up here in this exact moment with this man whose home you also lived in. You hadn’t expected the crushing reality of watching that man sleepily stumble into you with his eyes half closed and open his big mouth as wide as it would go and sink that mouth down directly onto the entire exposed part of your cheese stick, of which maybe 85% had been exposed, and chomp down ruthlessly with nearly the entire thing vanishing away before your eyes.

You watched him chewing noisily with his mouth open and bits of white cheese bumbled around inside before he let out a noisy laugh complete with a snort that sent bits of cheese flying across your once clean kitchen.

“Haha,” he said as he swallowed, “your face.”

He was laughing at you.

He ate your cheese; well, most of your cheese. He was laughing now, harder. The longer you stood staring at him in absolute shock at what he had just done the harder he laughed and you could feel the countdown happening inside of your chest. A number for each heart beat that seemed to be speeding up toward his death.

He had no idea. He never ever did.

This man was so close to death and he was giggling now and reaching for the big bottle of orange juice that sat inside the fridge.

He lifted it up to his lips and drank from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass. He drained half of its contents and when he pulled the bottle down, some things, tiny and white - mini specks of your cheese floated around inside the orange liquid.

You saw bright white nothingness.

You would like to go on the record now, and plead insanity.

In your mind's eye, everything was just all white.

Like the afterlife in movies. Except far less peaceful but equally unexplainable.

Violence may not be the answer. But you really had very little memory of this.

You had flashes of it. His deafening screams and your hand reaching into a bag of cheese puffs for handfuls that you shoved into his gaping mouth. You don’t even know where you got them from. They just appeared suddenly and they crushed so easily into soft powder as you pressed them between his teeth. The powder coated the surface of his skin around his mouth. It flew in the air too as he screamed. You were covered in it. Your hands were stained bright orange. The color of your wicked crimes.

The whiteness returned. Then more flashes of your crimes. Your mind touched on images of the sticky drops of orange juice that fell one by one from his hair that laid completely flat, lacquered to the top of his head. Then, his cries of pain with your knees dug into his chest and both of your bright orange hands squeezed tightly around his neck. The coughing when you pressed down harder in the middle of his neck and the eventual sensation of him fighting back. The urge to live must be strong in him. Why did he resist this so much? Just die already. Why fight the inevitable? If not done by you, surely some other person would do it.

When you came to, you were inside of your bedroom packing a bag full of clothes and stuffed animals. You felt that this was probably your get-away bag, and that meant he was probably dead.

Drowned in two ounces of backwash filled orange juice and lungs stuffed with brightly colored cheese flavored* puffs (*contains no real cheese.)

You had a list happening inside of your head. Things you had to do before you left this place forever and never returned. A strange calm had washed over you; probably brought on by shock.

First, you had to pack this bag. You had stuffed it full of overcoats. Your winter coat with the pink polka dots. The fluffy yellow puffer jacket you got as a gift from your best friend. Your rain jacket in case it got wet in hell. Second, you would go into his room and clear his search history. It was something you had always promised you would do for him and he had promised to do the same for you. After that, you would call the police from a pay phone on the corner of the block to anonymously report the crime.

Your bag was full. Too full to fit the brightly colored pink bunny even though it was a tiny thing. You pushed and shoved, squeezing it in between the layers of coats until you were sure the seam of your bag was about to pop if you tried to zip it closed.

You still had your toiletries to pack. This would never do. How could you pack a get-away bag without your favorite shampoo.

A flood of memories came to you. Your favorite shampoo and handing the bottle with your eyes covered to Baekhyun as he showered. All at once, that steady and all consuming calm wavered and you felt the first hot tears building. Stinging and burning as they crested and spilled over your lashes onto your cheeks.

Your lips were stuck in a deep frown and you did your best to inhale through a stuffed up nose.

“My poor Peanut,” you said into the hollow empty space of your lonely bedroom. You’d have to venture into his bathroom to get your shampoo. Possibly walking past his lifeless corpse which you were pretty sure you left somewhere in between the kitchen and the living room.

A maniac. You were a heartless monster. The remorse you now felt, which could very well help you in court, coated you from head to toe and you cried openly when you pulled your bedroom door open and took your first step out of your room.

Shampoo and search history. These things were your destination.

But a sound coming from somewhere deep in the kitchen threw off your steps and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise with the unexpectedness of it.

More than just a sound, you could smell something too. Was that sizzling? Had you accidentally turned the stove on and now your whole apartment was on fire? Was this how you could get rid of the body?

No. You had to get a grip now. That was going too far. You could understand homicide but desecration of a corpse? Ick. That kinda shit was for sickos.

You focused your energy on your destination and took three big steps to cross the living room and placed a hand on the door knob of his room.

The knob clicked noisily when you turned it too quickly and you heard a shuffle coming from the kitchen. A shuffle and then a scrape and you turned at the sound.

“Hey Bug, food’s ready. Come eat. I made your favorite.”

You froze on your feet with your eyes wide open, nose too stuffy to breathe so your mouth hung wide open as well. With tears streaming down your face, made fresh again by the sight of him standing in the kitchen with a white towel draped around his neck, clean wet hair, and a frying pan and spatula in his hand, you gasped.

You had never been quite so relieved to see the sight of your stupid roommate. Overcome, you dropped the bag you carried at your feet and rushed to where he stood with arms raised and the dish he had just finished cooking elevated and you reached for his body with your arms outstretched. When you felt his warmth you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Uhh,” he said softly, flinching upon contact and freezing up but first lifting the hot pan high enough to remove any danger of burning you with it. “Why are you crying?”

You squeezed tighter and buried your face in his chest. You’d get his shirt wet with tears and with snot but you didn't care. He was okay. Your overwhelming guilt for your behavior towards him was so thick you had a hard time not sobbing harder when you felt the awkward steps he took to set the hot pan down and free his hands and then that first warmth of the palm of his hand that landed on your back.

When the other hand joined and slipped around your shoulder a quiet cry got caught up inside the back of your throat and you heard a warning sound somewhere. Because the warning did not exist in this realm of reality he did not hear it and another step into you brought his arms tighter around your shoulders and when you felt those hands move gently over your back the warning sound blared up hot and terrifying.

You and him did not do this. This was not something you had ever done with Baekhyun. Sure, light touches sometimes. Plenty, even. Hell, you playfully smacked him for something new and annoying every single day. You weren’t exactly scared of him, but you had never hugged him before and you sure as fuck didn't ever hold him.

“Bug?” His voice was calling you. You had an inkling that it might have been the second or third time and you pulled back from him. His hands released you the second he felt your retreat and you looked at the spot where you’d mashed your whole face into his shirt wincing at all the face shaped wet spots you saw there.

He didn't seem bothered by it and you inhaled a deep trembling breath with a meaningless nod of your head at him. Whatever had happened didn’t matter. Everything was fine. Everything was over and it was okay. He was okay too.

He offered a small smile and turned to get two bowls to fill with the food he had made.

It was fried rice. Simple, no frills fried rice with a fried egg on top and just enough spice to make it interesting but not enough to activate any more water works. It was his favorite and you were pretty sure he didn't actually know how to make any other dishes. But hadn’t he just said he made your favorite?

“Baek, This isn’t my favorite. This is your favorite.”

He placed a bowl in front of where you sat and he lifted a quizzical eyebrow with a small tick of his head.

“No, it’s not my favorite. It’s your favorite. You make it all the time. And that’s why I made it now. Because it's your favorite.”

As he spoke, he pointed back and forth between you and the bowl of rice with his spoon. As if he was teaching a class on something you obviously didn’t know the first thing about.

“But I only make it all the time because it's your favorite, Peanut.”

You picked up your spoon and mixed the egg into the rice and began eating quickly out of necessity. You were about to pass out from hunger at this point.

He was watching you eat with that confused look on his face and he hadn’t touched his rice yet.

“Well whose favorite is it then?”

You shrugged and swallowed another bite. You were half finished with your bowl already and Baekhyun looked down and scooped up the egg from the top of his own rice with his spoon, leaning forward to plop it down on top of your remaining rice.

“Please tell me you at least like eggs on top.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” You remarked flippantly and you mixed again, feeling so much more human now that you had some real food in your stomach.

He was leaning back in his chair, fingertips over his face as he lightly massaged at the space between his eyebrows and you giggled to yourself with a mouth full of rice.

“I thought I killed you, Baekhyun.”

You heard him snort out a laugh and he quickly covered his mouth with both of his hands before he spat out all over the table. You yourself had to cover your mouth to keep your rice in and you laughed in a painful stifled way to keep from choking on the food in your mouth.

“You made me eat so many fucking cheese puffs I’m not even hungry right now.” He wheezed through his words and you saw him wiping at his eyes while you forced yourself to swallow before rice flew out of your nose.

He was holding his stomach as he laughed and the tight pained wince on his face only made you laugh harder.

You had eaten all you could and Baekhyun abandoned his food before he even started due to a certain cheese puff armed psychopath.

You’d stood to clear away the plates when you heard the hum of his phone vibrating on the table. You’d made your way into the kitchen when his voice piped up from where he was seated at the table staring down at whatever he had just received on his phone.

“Hey, uhh...h-how should I respond to this girl?”

“Girl? Baekhyun are you chatting with someone?” You perked up, instantly way more interested in what was happening on his phone than washing these dishes and you quickly rounded the corner back into the dining room to find out more.

“Oh wait, nevermind, I think...I don’t think she’s serious.” His voice weakened when his phone vibrated again and you’d reached a spot where you could clearly see the messages he had just received.

From Vixxxen18 again. You rolled your eyes hard enough for them to ache just seeing that familiar screen name.

“Ugh, this bitch again,” you said in a disgusted voice and you saw the flinch in his shoulders. He darkened a shade and you quickly grabbed the phone to steady it so you could clearly see what she wanted this time.

‘Hey honey, DTF tonight?’

You read the message out loud and he held his hands over his face and squirmed in his seat.

“Peanut do you know what DTF means?”

“Yes. I know what it means.” He interrupted you before you could get the whole sentence out. His ears were pink. You heard the clench of his jaw muffle his words as he spoke.

Her next message you didn’t read out-loud.

‘Spot me 50 for gas and I’ll come over’

“Gas doesn’t cost fifty dollars,” you scowled under your breath and your fingers were typing before you had a chance to second think.

‘Shouldn’t we get to know each other a little bit first?’

Her response came quickly and made your blood boil.

‘What makes you think I want to know you’

“Oh I’m going to kick her ass,” you said right before the phone was plucked out of your hands so fast you still moved your thumbs as you typed in the air, ready to give this bitch a piece of your mind.

“Settle down, Cheese Puffs, she's actually not that bad most of the time,” he said and he was closing out the messaging program quickly before you could say anything else to literally the worst human being you’d ever had a two second conversation with.

Your breathing was heavy and you must have had a look in your eyes that made him uncomfortable because he was reaching down to grab your hand and he tugged lightly toward the living room sofa. He was swiping with his other hand on his phone again.

“Here, I have some matches on the dating profile you made me. Why don't we have a look through them and find someone who’s ass you don't want to kick.”

He plopped down with a huff and you quickly sat down beside him, leaning well against his arm so you could see his screen clearly.

“God, you’re so mean today. What’s gotten into you? Ever since you woke up from that dream last night you’ve been ready to kill anyone who moves.”

You’d taken over the scrolling and found yourself lost in the freedom of judging the girls on his phone screen as he mused about what a grump you were.

Boring. Bland. Brainless. Vapid. Ugh.

As you flipped through them you not so quietly voiced how much you hated every one of them. Sure, for someone they could have been perfect but for him, they were not. ��His complaints about you went silent and as he watched the scrolling.

At last you found someone who seemed to fit some sort of idealized image you had of the perfect girl for him and you stopped scrolling instantly with a quiet gasp. He wasn’t saying anything about her though and you looked up excitedly at his face expecting him to be reading the profile she had carefully written, or looking through the pictures you oh so slowly scrolled past but instead of looking down at the phone his eyes were just watching you.

It was an odd and calm observation of only your face. And when you grabbed ahold of his eyes with your searching ones you raised your eyebrows and tilted your head down, pointing with the angle of your face at his phone screen so he could see her, so he could see Mia who lived only 5 miles away from him and had seen all of the animes that he liked and played the same kinds of computer games he played and was honest to god, cute as a damn button. Perfect! You wanted to squeal.

“Peanut,” you whispered and his eyes widened and his eyebrows danced on his face as he finally, finally looked down in his lap where the phone sat.

But the screen was now black. It had timed out. You clicked on a button on the side and it prompted him to log in again and what was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he unlocking it already? You grabbed his hand and his eyes glanced down where you touched his fingertips, carefully tracing with his index finger over the pattern he used to unlock his phone and it came back to life — the smiling, lovely image of Mia who lived only 5 miles away and was just absolutely perfect.

“Bug,” He said softly as he looked down at his phone screen and your smile was naturally wide as he watched each image fly across his screen. The anticipation of his reaction was killing you. He had to be as excited about this as you were. He at least seemed to be paying attention to the pictures this time.

But he wasn't squealing or even smiling about her. The silence on his side got you talking again. A quick nervous sort of talking to fill up the quiet. “She’s cute. And she's nice, I can feel it. And she's perfect for you. Let’s message her.”

You lifted a finger to your chin and thrust your eyes into the air to think. You thought back to some of the opening lines you’d been fed by the men you dated and you opened the window to send a message to Mia from Baekhyun.

“Bug,” he said again, even quieter than he had called before and it stood out to you that he had been trying for a while to get your attention now and you were so distracted with how much fun this was that you hadn’t really acknowledged him. You were being presumptuous. Just because you liked her didn’t necessarily mean he did. It even occurred to you that maybe you were being downright rude.

So you looked at him. Lifted your eyebrows up and rested the phone back down on his knee cap so he would say what he wanted to say already. You braced for the rejection of the cutest girl in his list of matches.

But instead of speaking he just looked at you and you slowly began to hear the actual ticking of the clock on the wall across the room from where you both sat. After much too long his eyes fell to look down the phone in your hand and you heard the smallest, softest scoff from his chest and he closed his eyes once with a long sigh.

And then he was nodding his head with his eyes closed up tight. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, send her a message. If you say she’s perfect, then she’s perfect.”

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

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anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

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i just read your fenrys fic and omg it’s so so good!!! i love your writing so much!! i was wondering if you could write a fenrys smut? ur smut pieces always hit different and ur one of the only people that i’ve found that writes for him

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: lots of smut, like this is filthy, lil bit ddlg dynamic but defo dom/sub overtones, daddy kink, spit kink, creampie, size kink, praise kink, degredation, bulge kink, overstimulation, not proof read so may have grammar errors sorry :))

a/n: okay my kinks rlly jumped out phew. this is pure filth but I hope you enjoy!! also thank you, fenrys is my fave and I think you can tell <33 (also Fenrys is the only character I would let baby me the rest can choke) (jkjk love them but still)

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“Gods you smell so good,” Fenrys breathed in your ear, his voice rough and deep as his hands circled around your waist.

“Daddy, we’re in public,” you complained leaning back into his arms as he pressed dizzying kisses into your neck.

“I know baby, we should get home soon. I can smell your panties getting wet, what are you thinking about huh?” you whined as he pulled away, his bulking size no longer pressed against your back as he pulled you away from the stall of rings you had been looking at. You grabbed his hand in both of yours and followed, tugging his hand so he would slow his pace, your legs not keeping up with his long strides.

“You daddy,” you answered meekly, and he grinned down at you, the sight of his canines making you whimper as you thought of the bite marks trailing your inner thighs.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your hair as he tugged you into his side, pressing a kiss to your head and keeping you tucked in tight as the two of you walked home.

The house you lived in was a sharp contrast to the palaces your friends lived in. It was a small stone cottage with a thatched roof and big garden, filled with vegetables, plants and flowers. Along with the cherry blossom tree the two of you had planted after the war, the sight always making you smile. Inside the cottage was the soft, book-filled, and blanket covered interior of your dreams. Everything was in shades of baby pink, sage green or brown, with hand knitted, crème-coloured blankets and homemade scented candles. There were also many crystals dotted about the house, your wolf an avid believer in the power of the moon, while you simply turned to them for comfort and strength.

Today as you entered your haven however you didn’t get a chance to breathe in the rustic, flowery smell, barely finding time to pull off your boots and long coat before Fenrys was throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you through to the bedroom.

You were thrown on your bed, landing on the plush pink cushions with a squeal and a laugh when the bed springs squeaked. Fenrys was quick to climb over you, covering your body with his as he kissed you deeply, his right thigh pushing between yours. You mewled and started rutting into his thigh, desperate for some relief, barely able to go a day without touching your mate anymore.

Fenrys cooed at you, “So desperate for me aren’t you baby, do you need daddy to help you?”

You nodded, crying out as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt. “Need you so bad daddy!” you whined, and he chuckle, kissing away your pout as you clung to his neck.

“Patience little one, let’s get you undressed first,” he pulled off you abruptly and you whined as he picked you up, so you were standing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. You were quick to pull off you clothes, hands fumbling with the back of your dress until Fenrys unzipped it for you, when you were just in your bra and panties he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you deeply again. You trailed your hands over his expansive chest, feeling his impressive muscles and rutting in his lap slightly as you moved to straddle him. You kissed for a few more minutes, Fenrys tongue completely dominating your own as he groped your ass greedily with one hand and tangled the other in your hair, tugging lightly when you moved too much.

“Lie down baby, daddy’s gonna eat that sweet pussy now,” he said, and you moaned into his mouth, hastily moving back, and lying on top of the white blanket you had knitted pink hearts into. He smiled at you as he moved between your legs, slowly pulling your panties down and bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent.

“Daddy don’t its embarrassing!” you exclaimed but he silenced you with a look,

“You never need to be embarrassed in front of me bunny, you know this,” he told you off and you frowned, nodding as he threw the panties away. He spread your legs for him, hooking the left over his shoulder as he moved in closer and smiled at the sight of your glistening pussy on display for him.

“So pretty baby,” he cooed, and you smiled, not forgetting your manners.

“Thank you daddy.” He smiled up at you before leaning in a licking a stripe up your pussy with a flat tongue making you squeal. He started sucking on your clit gently, easing you into it as he kept your legs spread with huge hands. His teeth ran over your clit gently and you moaned loudly, knowing he liked it when you were responsive for him and made the sounds he wished he could lap up.

Your hands fisted the soft bedsheets as he moved down, his tongue probing into your tight hole as his index finger came up and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. His thick tongue worked into you and he moaned at your taste, wishing he could bottle it and get drunk of you every night. The vibrations went through you like shock waves, and you cried out, grabbing his golden hair in your fist as your hips bucked up, legs shaking.

He pulled back, pressing kisses into your thighs, his lips and chin glistening with your essence, but he was soon diving back in and eating you like a man starved. He went back in with increased vigour, slurping at your folds and trying to drink from your endless supply of nectar. The thumb that had been making soft circles on your clit moved down and he pressed a finger into you, his cold hands creating a sharp contrast with your hot core. He slowly started pumping it in and out of you with a distinctive squelching sound.

“Daddy!” you cried out as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch hurting only for a second or two until pleasure took over your body, “Daddy, I’m going to come, please please can I come?” you begged, hips jolting as he dragged your clit between his teeth.

“Mmm wait baby,” he commanded, and you gripped the sheets tighter under your hand, your head thrashing from side to side as you held back from cumming. Fenrys added a third finger making you scream as he pumped them harshly in and out of your pussy, lips never releasing your clit from it’s beautiful torment.

You could feel your body heating up and you got nervous, never liking to come until you were allowed, Fenrys made it very clear that you weren’t allowed to do that, but you were struggling to hold on.

“Daddy! I need to come please! I can’t hold it,” you sobbed as he pulled his lips from your clit, replacing them with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Cum then baby, I wanna taste you,” he smirked as you mewled, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers, cumming all over his hand with a silent scream. Fenrys pulled his fingers from you but continued to lap at your abused pussy until you were pushing his head away, too overstimulated.

When Fenrys sat up he smiled down at your worn out form, cock hard and straining against his boxers as he licked your essence clean from his fingers. He pulled his boxers down and discarded them, gaining your attention as you reached a small hand to his cock, wrapping your dainty fingers around it and pumping slowly. He moaned and enjoyed your touch for a few minutes before he was pulling back, settling between your legs and pushing into your tight hole, the two of you groaning as he slid to the base.

You felt so full, his huge cock pushing just right against your walls, your pussy hugging him so tightly as he began rutting into you.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you were for daddy. Hmm? Just his little slut, his little baby, you’ll let me take you whenever won’t you.” You babbled out pleas, unable to form a thought as he started pounding you into the mattress, “Look at you, such a good baby, so good for me. Always hug me just right, keep me so warm babygirl.”

“Daddy I need…” you cried but Fenrys cut you off.

“I know what you need and right now it’s to take my cock like the good little girl you are.” His hips were hitting your at a bruising pace while one hand came to tug your tits out of your bra, pulling it down just enough to free them to him as he reached down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. Your legs were wrapped around his lean waist and with every thrust his pubic bone rutted against your clit making you cry out.

“Are you going to come already baby? Can feel you clenching around me, so needy just a cock drunk slut,” he pounded into you and you sobbed, pleasure taking over your body.

“I’m going to come daddy!” you cried out.

“Do it baby, let go. I want to feel you soak me,” he demanded, and you fell apart around him. your back arched of the bed and your hands clawed at him back as you released over his dick, cunt pulsing around him and tightening even more than it already was.

He slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out as you came down from your high, rolling over onto his back so you were sat on his cock. You looked at him with wide eyes at the change in position, his cock being pushed impossibly deeper into you and making you mewl.

His gaze trailed down your body as he removed your bra, stopping when he saw a bulge in your stomach, cooing at you. “Oh baby, you poor thing, I’m all the way in you, can you feel me that deep bunny?”

You nodded at him, unable to form coherent sentences as you struggled to stay upright on his cock. “C’mon baby, bounce for me hmm? Ride me baby I know you can.”

You tried to lift your hips, only pulling halfway up before you sank back down, crying out from the overstimulation.

“You can do better than that baby,” he urged you on and you tried again, pushing up with your hands splayed on his chest, tits in his face. This time you managed a few more thrusts before you were practically collapsing onto his chest.

“Such a dumb baby, so cock drunk can’t do anything without daddy’s help.” Fenrys was smiling at your worn out form as he bent his knees, digging his heels into the mattress and wrapping his huge arms around your form, holding you close as he started fucking into you roughly.

The constant pounding of his hips was all you could think of, your mind completely blank. You were completely consumed by him, his smell, the taste of his sweat on your tongue, the feel of his rough, callused hands rubbing over your back and the fullness that came from being stuffed with his cock. You were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed and the smell of your essence was everywhere, driving Fenrys insane as he forced your body up and down his cock.

Your body had turned to putty as he used you as he pleased, his thrusts getting sloppy as he got nearer his release, the clenching of your pussy giving away that you were just as close.

“I’m gonna come baby, gonna fill you up till I’m leaking out of you, I wanna watch you leak me, wanna feel it.” you moaned into his ear at his crude words.

“Do it daddy! Fill me up please!” you sobbed out as you came around his cock, crying out as he slammed into you one final time. You felt his cum fill you, leaking out of you and down his cock as the two of you tried to catch your breaths after your powerful, bone shaking orgasms.

You looked up from your place on Fenrys chest and smiled softly at him as you leaned up to kiss him sweetly in thanks.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered against your lips and you giggled. He shifted and slowly pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact. He stood and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wiping himself down before kneeling in front of you and wiping you down too. He pressed a final peck to your pussy and you let out a breathy whimper, reaching out to him with grabby hands as he pulled on a pair of boxers before climbing back into bed, falling asleep with your head on his chest, content.

#throne of glass #tog #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam

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okaywa · 4 years ago

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I love your works omg! 🥺 could I request hcs for oikawa , Kuroo and bokuto where their s/o just finished a bunch of school work and they “reward” them 😳 if you get what i’m saying 😂 (smut is all I ask for basically 😳) thank you! ❤️❤️

ddHahah my classes just started so here we gooo

... wish I had a haikyuu man to reward me lmao

NSFW BENEATH THE CUT

Oikawa

is first of all one of the neediest boys even though he acts indifferent sometimes (mainly when he’s stressed about volleyball)

but even though everyone says he only cares about volleyball he is actually so attentive and in tune with you

he’s an amazing boyfriend and you can pry that out of my cold dead fingers

so of course he sees how hard you've been working and is so proud of you for powering through your massive workload

bc sometimes its easier to get overwhelmed and lost in it

(this is unnecessary to the request but y’all met in Argentina while you’re studying abroad and he’s playing in the San Juan club)

But he’s barely seen you all week :(( stupid exams so he let himself into your apartment after practice to find you passed out in your bed, backpack tossed against the wall

He smiles softly at the sight, he can't help it, you're just so cute. You're hugging one of your pillows while wearing a sweatshirt of his that he’d left here (on purpose but you didn't have to know that.) He crawls up the bed, careful not to bounce the mattress and leans over you, pressing featherlight kisses against your cheeks and lips. He can tell you're starting to wake up by your little twitches and the scrunch of your eyebrows.

“Mm, Tooru, when did you get here,” you slur sleepily, shoving aside the pillow to wrap your arms around him instead.

“Just now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not letting up on his kisses until you purse your lips for him.

He kisses you languidly, like the slow build up of the morning tide just a few miles away, until he’s got you pinned to the mattress. His hips grind down on yours, soft gasps shared between the two of you when his tip hits your clit just right. You're still sleepy, despite the sudden arousal that sends sparks through your tummy, so he keeps it relaxed. He captures your lips again, the rutting of his cock against your damp panties steady as to cause a quick buildup of heat in your core.

“So proud of you, sweet thing,” he sighs into your ear. “Hnn- ah.. you work so hard..”

“Tooru,” you whine, now moving in time with his slow thrusts.

“Shh-shh, let me take care of you,” he smiles down at you gently, rolling his hips at a new angle so his tip nudges your clit each time.

You nod weakly, lips parting for his tongue as he guides you to completion. His hips lose their rhythm once you stiffen beneath him, whining as your orgasm finally crests and spreads through your core. Oikawa grunts above you, dropping his forehead against your clavicle while his cock throbs against your ruined panties and he spills into his pants.

“Love you,” you pant against his hairline.

“Love you too,” his lips press warmly against your throat.

Kuroo

probably has just as much work as you but hes clingy so he insists that y'all study together even though your majors are totally different and you're not much help to each other

He’s the type to shove your papers out of your lap so he can lay his head there, or he just puts his head right on top of them

just constantly in the way but you love him so its kinda cute

also I think Kuroo is one of those ppl who barely takes notes, is on his phone the entire lecture, and only studies the night before and somehow still has a 4.0, I hate him (sike)

that or he’s so studious he keeps track of your due dates as well

Yall come back to your shared apartment exhausted but pleased exams are over

“Mm, just one more semester and we graduate,” Kuroo sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “How do you think you did?”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist. “I feel good about them, actually.”

Kuroo smiles proudly, ruffling your hair before grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss. You smile against his lips, humming when his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt mischievously.

“Tetsuuu,” you whine when he tugs insistently. “We just got home...”

“I knowww,” he mimics, slowly walking you backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. “But I want to show my pretty girl how proud I am of her for getting through these exams.”

Your stomach flutters at the low, sultry drop of his voice. He nips at your ear teasingly before pushing you to sit.

“As soon as I saw you put this little skirt on this morning,” Kuroo grins, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like I hide my head under here and...”

His fingers tease the damp cloth of your panties lightly. “Devour you.”

You whimper as he looks up at you through his lashes, fingers stroking your covered folds more firmly. He cocks his head curiously until you nod desperately, parting your thighs eagerly for him. His smirk widens once he lays his eyes on your ruined panties and he wastes no time pulling them down your legs and shoving them in his pocket.

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your butt to the edge of the cushion and drops your calves over his shoulders. He immediately draws his tongue through your soaked folds to tickle at your clit. He moans throatily, murmuring about how delicious you taste before burying his face between your thighs.

“Haaah- ah! Testu!”

Kuroo’s tongue immediately licks inside of you, his nose pressed firmly to your clit. Gasping at his fervor, you grasp at his hair, knowing how much he enjoyed having you pull it. His eyes immediately fluttered open, heavily lidded and foggy with lust. Winking up at you, he curls his tongue just right and groans when your thighs lock around his neck. He shakes his head slightly to give your clit just enough stimulation to have you hurdling to a quick orgasm.

He licks up your slick eagerly, determined to catch every drop but is cut short when you writhe away from the intense overstimulation. He laughs softly, climbing up the couch to smash his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“Mm, let’s go to the bedroom,” he rumbles, nibbling at your bottom lip.

Bokuto

He is so damn proud of you it’s adorable

He’s been gushing for the past week and a half to his teammates about how smart his girlfriend is

He’s a little bummed you haven't been able to pay attention to him but he understands and is happy to just watch you study

So when you finally get home from your last exam he pounces on you

Scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom immediately

“Kou!” You laugh into the crook of his neck, squeaking when he suddenly drops you on the bed.

“I've missed you so much,” Bokuto clambers on top of you. “Been driving me crazy with how busy you’ve been.”

“I know, handsome,” you frown sympathetically, bushing your fingers through his wild hair.

“I’m so proud of you though,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're so smart. Pretty sure Atsumu was ready to throw a ball at my head because I wouldn’t shut up about you.”

He settles on top of you, kissing a wet trail up to your jaw. Your hands are gliding up his back muscles and grabbing at his broad shoulders.

“Kou... I need you to-” you're cut off by his lips on yours.

“I know, baby, I got you,” his rough hands shove your pants down so you can kick them off. “How about I make you cum for each of your exams, hm? I think that’s a good reward for all your hard work.”

“Please,” you whimper, needing him to release all of the stress that had built up.

“How many was it, baby?” He asks while pulling his shirt over his head.

“Six,” you take in his toned chest and defined abs hungrily.

“Six orgasms it is,” he grins, pulling your own shirt off.

Within seconds he’s knuckles deep inside you, groaning about how ready you always are for him. He pumps and curls his fingers perfectly, thumbing at your clit until you’re cumming all over his hand.

His cock is always a delicious mix of a burning stretch and a sensation of fullness. Bokuto’s cock was thick and long, his head dragging along your g-spot with each of his rolling thrusts. Your walls suck him in greedily, clenching so tightly that he’s whining against your lips.

“So wound up, aren't you?” He pants. “Need me to take the edge off, huh?”

You already have tears in your eyes as you nod, crying out when his fingers find your clit. He ruts his cock into you roughly, gritting out praises until you arch underneath him and cum for a second time. He stops completely, kissing your cheeks gently while you recover.

“Kou...” your eyebrows draw together. “You didn't...?” “Four more times,” he grins, and slowly starts thrusting again.

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Can you do one where it turns out greyback injuring Remus way back years ago was actually caught on camera and that video of young remus getting his shoulder ripped is like released at a hockey game on the screen or maybe just put online and everyone sees what happens Omg please I'm begging you to do this!!! ILYYY

Hello anon! This is a really interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a while--the NHL doesn’t allow security cameras in locker rooms, but I assumed there would be audio somewhere from one nearby. People who leak ~scandalous information~ on the internet are literally the worst.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for graphic descriptions of injury (mostly the sounds)

“How did this happen?” Remus asked, wincing internally at the tremor in his voice. He was shaking from head to toe; it was a miracle he hadn’t started screaming yet. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop. “How the hell did this happen?”

“We don’t know,” Alice said quietly in the chair across from him. “This information was confidential and we haven’t even presented it to the NHL board for review. Someone must have leaked it to the press.”

“Why does this keep happening to me? First Sirius, and now—” He pressed his lips together as his voice cracked. There were a few beats of silence. “Why did you call me in here? I already saw it on the internet.”

“We need you to confirm it was you and Fenrir.” Alice looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t think you can listen to this, Remus, that’s okay, but it will help us build a stronger case to get him punished.”

He took a deep breath. “Can—can Sirius come and sit with me for it?”

“Of course.” She stood and left the room, leaving him alone with the coach.

“You’ve listened to it, haven’t you.”

Arthur nodded. “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need people to not look at me like some sob story.” Bitter fury rose in his throat, though he wasn’t angry with Arthur. “I worked hard to get there and even harder to come back. I’m done dwelling on the past. This is going to undo everything and I’m sick of it.”

“Did the team know?”

“I told some of them when Sirius was at All-Stars.” Remus knew Arthur remembered the fight; he had chewed Sirius out for it as soon as practices resumed. “Didn’t tell my parents, though.”

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long breath. The door clicked open behind him. “Re?”

“Hey, baby.” Instant relief washed over Remus, though he still felt like he would lose it at any moment.

Sirius settled into the chair next to him and held out his hand—Remus took it immediately, scooting their chairs closer together so their shoulders touched. “Are you ready?” Alice asked, picking up a remote. Remus nodded.

The video was grainy, but the audio was pristine. A few voices—familiar voices, I remember them clear as day—jumbled together as the last members of the team filtered out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow, Moony!” one called over his shoulder. “Great game!”

“Bye, Tags!” Remus said from inside. Did I really sound that young?

The hallway outside the locker room was empty; he heard himself shifting around inside as he stretched out. Left thigh, right thigh, left calf, right calf, reach and roll. “Hey, Lupin.” Fenrir’s gravelly voice made him freeze and Sirius rested his other hand on top of theirs.

“Sup, Backer.” A light smack signaled their fistbump. “That was a beautiful goal you had at the end of the third, by the way. The scouts definitely saw.”

“They certainly did. Are your folks here tonight?”

“Yeah, Jules was so excited. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the past couple days.” The unbridled fondness in his younger voice was a balm. Jules had been convinced that he would be drafted to the NHL right after that game.

“They’re saying you’ll be number one.”

“Really?” Young Remus laughed. “I dunno, man, there are a lot of players this year. You and me are neck and neck, right?”

Dumbass! he wanted to shout. Just shut up for once! “Neck and neck,” Fenrir muttered, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. “Hey, do you need a hand with your stretches?”

“Sure, thanks. Might have a bruise from your pads tomorrow, eh?” The friendly joke made him wince. More shuffling noises followed. The hall stayed empty.

“Here?” Fenrir asked. There was a dangerous edge to his voice and Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s—okay, that’s actually a bit too far, can you let up a bit? Fenrir, you’re pulling too hard.” Panic seeped in. “Fenrir, stop, you’re hurting me—”

There was a horrible cracking noise and younger Remus’ strangled shout cut off abruptly as his shoulder came out of the socket. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Sirius’ hand. If he focused, he could still feel Fenrir’s fingers pressing his face into the mats.

“‘Look at me, I’m Remus Lupin, I’m the fastest player on the ice and I’ll be number one’,” Fenrir mimicked as Remus’ agonized whines continued. “You think you’re so clever. So perfect. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. I’m the best player out there and the scouts are fucking idiots if they think you’re better.”

A muffled wail ended with a gasp and a series of pops. “Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fenrir growled. “Look at you now, crying like a girl. You’re never going to tell anybody about this, because I know your secret.” Remus’ breath shuddered. “Oh, yeah, I know all about you. If you even think about tattling, everyone is going to know.”

“Ple—ah.” Sirius’ grip tightened around his fingers as Remus’ sharp cry caught in his chest. The green-tinted video fuzzed out for a moment, but still nobody walked past. Fenrir had planned this well.

“You’re nothing now, Lupin. You are damaged goods and you’ll never set foot on the ice again.” His voice lowered. “If you do, I’ll find you.”

There was a thud as he finally released Remus’ arm and quiet, wheezing sobs filled the silence. “What did you do to me? Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts so much, what the hell did you do?”

Remus tasted something salty on the edge of his lips and pressed his thumb against Sirius’ ring. This was real. This was his. Sirius loved him. The team loved him.

“I did what I had to do. Say hi to Jules for me.”

The locker room door opened a few seconds later and Fenrir walked out, flexing his hand. With the open door, Remus’ hoarse weeping was clearer as he was left alone on the floor. The video ended.

“Remus.” Alice held out a box of tissues, her voice gentle as the screen went dark. He reached out for one, but his hand was shaking too bad to grab it; Sirius took one and carefully wiped his cheeks dry with feather-light touches.

“That was him,” Remus managed around the boulder in his throat. “That was Fenrir Greyback, and that was me.”

“Would you be able to swear it in court?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Remus snarled. Sirius ran his thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to see the scars on my shoulder, too? What reason do I have to lie?”

“I meant are you prepared to talk about this in front of people?” Alice rephrased, calm and collected as ever. “This is a traumatic event and I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Remus, you’re a valued player on the team,” Arthur said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe in this league.”

“Don’t look at me differently. Now that you know this, now that everyone knows, people will treat me like I’m fragile. I’m the same person I was two days ago and this will not change how I play.”

“I know.” Arthur folded his hands on the desk. “You’re a fighter, Loops. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you on my team.”

“Do you two need a moment before you head back out?” Alice asked, glancing between him and Sirius. “We’re going to kick the reporters out and then everyone’s going to go home for the day while we talk to the board.”

“We do, yeah.” Remus’ voice wavered and coach stood, following Alice into the hall.

“Oh, mon loup,” Sirius murmured, standing and pulling him into a hug. A kiss pressed against the top of his head and Remus grabbed the back of his soft shirt like it was the only thing holding him steady. “I am so sorry.”

“You already knew.”

“No, I didn’t. You told me, but—” Sirius faltered. “I had no idea how bad it was. The things he said to you…”

“Were wrong.” Remus finished. He had spent so many long nights and dark days convincing himself of that.

“They were wrong. You are not damaged goods,” Sirius said fiercely, pulling back to hold his face in his hands. His eyes were fiery. “Listen to me, Remus. You are not damaged. You are everything to me and I love you for exactly who you are.”

“I love you, too.” Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he rested his forehead on Sirius’ chest again. “Hearing it—I already knew what happened, but hearing it was horrible.”

“It was.”

“I’m sorry I made you listen with me.”

“Don’t be sorry, mon amour. I’m with you through the good, the bad, and everything else. I’m glad I was with you for this.”

“The team…” He trailed off and sighed. “I don’t want them to see that. My folks, too.”

“I think they already have,” Sirius admitted. “But they love you so much and they’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“We have to go sometime.” He took a deep breath and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and kissing Sirius quickly. “Alright, let’s go.”

They made it four steps down the hall before James appeared and engulfed Remus in a hug. “Holy shit, I’m so angry,” he choked out on a harsh breath. “I love you, man.”

“Love you too, J. Where’s everyone else?”

“Inside. I called dibs on first hug.”

“Have they all seen it?”

“Some of it. I don’t know if anyone watched it all the way through.” He sniffled and squeezed Remus tighter. “I don’t know how you came back from that.”

“PT helped.” He closed his eyes and leaned into James. “So did you guys. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Neither could we.” James pulled back. “Do you want to see them or are you heading out?”

“Heading h—”

“I want to see them,” Remus interrupted quietly. Sirius raised his eyebrows. “It’s going to happen sometime. Might as well be now.”

James nodded and walked over to the locker room door. “Ready?”

Remus laced his fingers with Sirius’. “Let’s do it.”

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years ago

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Showers with Bokuto and Kuroo

WOrds: 2.5k ish

There is a fluffy part for each of them and a NSFW part for each of them!

Warnings: Very clearly marked NSFW parts, oral, dom Kuroo

Requests are open!

Bokuto

He likes to shower with you all the time like he doesn’t care how bad he smells (you do because omg he gets sweaty but he luckily doesn’t stink that bad so you deal with it for him) he always pulls you into the shower with him wiith something cute like Y/N I missed you and I want to spend more time with you, come shower with me and he always says it with big eyes and a cute little smile and you literally can’t say no or he gets so sad

He is totally forgetful and will tell you everything is ready to go and it’s not, he forgot the towels or forgot to turn the water on but he is always super energetic and is willing to go fix it all while he tells you to stay put because he’s got this

Sometimes in the shower, he is super cuddly and just wants to cling to you and tells you how pretty you are and how much he loves you and how pretty of a family you guys are going to be like he gets so sappy that both of you want to cry and sometimes he is a total goober

Like Bokuto is going to make you laugh so hard you cry sometimes mimicking other people’s hairstyles with shampoo while doing horrible impressions of them as you roll on the floor laughing and he’s beaming at you so proud that you like his impressions it just depends on the day

Bokuto does surprisingly good impressions of everyone like he just mimics them and their hair so well that you can always guess who it is on the first try

His hair is so fun to wash because whenever your fingers go through his hair he literally melts like his whole body relaxes and he gets super smiley and clingy like he just loves it so much, he’ll sit down and wrap his arms around you as you shampoo his hair

He secretly loves when you use your soap on his hair like then he smells like you all day and your conditioner makes his hair so soft that he can’t stop running his fingers through his hair, he would really not spike it up if it was that soft

He is so sweet when he tries to wash your hair for you but he almost never gets it right, he’ll try and put the conditioner in first or won’t rinse it out all the way or just little things but he is super sweet about it and wants to return the favor and eventually gets it right

The way his fingers massage your scalp is so therapeutic like he is so good at it and it always feels so nice that you don’t ever want him to stop

The more you shower together the more he wants to impress you like he goes from using some horrible 7-in-1 to now having shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and face soap because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s a little kid but now that he has it he loves it like he never knew that washing your face would make it so soft and smooth like he claims that it’s magic

When you are done in the shower he 100% shakes off like a dog before using a towel he just loves the chaos of it

But he is also a sweet baby and loves to wrap you in your towel and give you lots of kisses

Loves it if you put on one of his shirts afterward and just cuddle with him like showers make him so sleepy and all he wants to do is curl up with you

NSFW

Bokuto has endless amounts of energy and shower sex is so perfect like not only is clean up super easy but it’s really hot getting to watch each other strip and you can just get right into it and there are no sheets to clean or anything

Sometimes you know going into the shower that you are going to have sex because he is all over you kissing you and running his hands over your body slowly taking his time to rub gently at your breasts and tease your hole and sometimes in the shower, he just presses your back up against him and you feel his hard-on and you grind back up against him and from there it’s game on

Bokuto loves sitting and having you bounce on him because he doesn’t want either of you to slip because he’s heard tons of horror stories about it and with you like that he can have one hand grabbing your butt and the other one grabbing at and playing with your breasts or clit and he enjoys the sight of you so much

He also loves pressing you against the shower wall and fucking you while you grasp onto his shoulders and leave marks on him that only he gets to see later like one time you bit into his shoulder and left a mark and he literally got hard every time he saw it because it just reminded him of you naked and pressed up against him in the shower wet and moaning his name like he can’t think of any better visual than that

He might show off the marks though like Bokuto would be proud that he has a girl who is that sexy and that good at sex like you better be careful or all of the boys will imagine you naked and wet from how excitedly Bokuto talks about your experiences

He looks so sexy like that like his hair is already wet and sticking to his forehead and his muscles are glistening and he has a blush on his face the whole time

He absolutely is loud in the shower like he is going to be moaning and praising you like nothing else like he thinks that you are so hot and just getting to see you naked is so hot and he will smack your ass to just hear how loud it is and then smirk and do it a couple more times because god it’s so hot

In the shower, Bokuto gets carried away and will leave hickeys up and down your chest because they are right there and he has to show you how great you make him feel and he also wants you to have marks to show from it all like he doesn’t want to be the only one

He hates cold water though and will pick you up and have your legs wrap around him and carry you both soaking wet to the bedroom to finish what he started (which kinda defeats the whole easy cleanup but he wants to take his time with you if he can) and if he doesn’t have the time to spare he fucks you really hard and has you moaning his name as the sound him pounding into you echos throughout the bathroom

He is going to love when you suck his dick in the shower like he loves watching the water drip down your naked body as you take him in your mouth like if he was loud before he is going to be damn right obnoxious like he is going to be moaning and praising you at the same time and he gets so turned on that he comes super fast that way and then always has to follow it up with sex because he is already hard again right after he finishes

Kuroo

OMG showers with him are so hot like he is a wall of just sexy muscles and if you are caught staring at him he is going to make a sarcastic comment about it but then he also loves staring at you and does so with hungry eyes like he is going to eat you up

I have to say it first he loves his showers super hot and if you don’t he is not going to be down to shower with you because that is a luxury that you do not come in between and he loves his showers a lot like that is his me time and he will sometimes let you in on it

Kuroo also uses soaps that are really nice and smell really good like it is how he pampers himself and is literally so heavenly to smell (I’ll talk about that more in a sec)

So if you are lucky enough to get into the shower with him he is going to be so sweet and loving like if he needed a shower to himself he would have just taken one but he will go out of his way to have you join him and will be secretly super excited because he trusts you enough to take up some of his personal time and he loves how happy you look in the shower with him like the way that you smile up at him makes him so crazy for you

In the shower, he is absolutely going to wash your hair for you and even will wash your body for you and he will wash himself no matter how much you offer but he will let you run your fingers through his wet hair and massage his sore muscles because you are really got at helping him get out the knots in his shoulders and back from playing

Kuroo loves kisses in the shower like he is going to have his hands on your waist and just give you the most delicate loving kisses you can ever get from him like he is a softie for you and really enjoys getting to spend the time with you

He loves running his fingers through your hair which is why he loves washing it so much because it’s such a sweet and intimate thing to do together like you always get him a little emotional when he gets to do this kind of domestic stuff with you like he gets bashful even and his sarcastic remarks are minimal

Kuroo loves getting you nice smelling soaps like he will be traveling for volleyball and picks up a new scent he wants to share with you in the shower like he loves getting to treat you in that way because he is going to be the only one who gets to smell those on you and it gives him a chance to wash you and see your face light up when he gets something that he really likes

He also loves getting good smelling soaps for himself because when he smells good you literally cling to him and compliment him about it to no end and while he may tease you like crazy he really does love it and loves how close you get to him

He gives you a lot of genuine smiles in the shower because you are both so vulnerable and he just loves you a lot and wants you to know how special you are to him like he just imagines a future with you and in these moments it’s clearer than ever

NSFW:

Okay so for normal showers he gets a little bashful asking you to join him like he asks in some sarcastic ass kinda way but if he wants shower sex with you he is going to go “Y/N. Shower. Now/” and walk into the bathroom and get in waiting for you to get in with him

This is not going to be loving and sweet sex like it was with Bokuto again showers = stress relief and you are about to be his stress relief and this excites you

He is a total dom and tells you exactly what he wants you to do and makes you reply with yes sir or yes daddy to everything even if it wasn’t a question

When you finally get into the shower with him his lips are on yours in a feverish and hungry way eager to start the action as his hands find your breasts and harshly squeeze them several times before he leaves several marks on your body claiming you as his and making sure you repeat who you belong to several times

He always has you on your knees fucking him off for at least a few minutes like he is going to push you down, grab a fist full of your hair and literally fuck your face like there is no tomorrow enjoying the sight of you trying to both please him and touch yourself at the same time

The whole time you are doing that he is going to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you with phrases like, “You really are a dumb whore for my dick aren’t you Y/N’ or “Those pretty lips look best wrapped around my cock” and you have to try and respond to him while he

He is either going to come all over your face or is going to pull out of your mouth and stand you up and start fucking you really hard like he is going to be merciless

Kuroo doesn’t care if the position is risky because if it feels good then he will make sure that it works, so this will end with your legs wrapped around him bouncing on his length or him pressing you up against the wall and as he makes you moan out his name

Kuroo is not very vocal during sex like this like he may be getting some and calling you filthy names but he real goal is going to be his pleasure and if you don’t come before he does then you are not going to end up finishing in the shower with him (he makes it up later by eating you out until you orgasm at least three times) but this time is going to be for him like no shame about it you know that getting in with him that you are not the priority

After he is finished then he is going to go back to you and always praises you for being such a good girl and taking his cock so well and he gives you more loving kisses and washes you off after that before either engaging in the softest aftercare or taking you to bed and fucking you for another couple of rounds making you scream his name even louder than before

The aftercare is to die for like he sits you down and brushes your hair for you before putting up the way he knows you like for bed and he likes to sit in bed watching movies with you while his limbs are wrapped around you and he gives you lots of kisses on your cheek, head, neck, and shoulders and eventually rests his head on your shoulder and starts talking about all of the things he loves about you in a lazy way with one of his little smirks platered on his face the whole time

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baroquebucky · 5 years ago

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hi omg I saw you take walter beckett requests hehe and ahh I just saw the movie today and instantly fell in love with the nerdy babie and I was wondering if you could possibly do a oneshot in which reader is a highly known spy and super pretty and walter has a crush on her which she finds cute. ends with cute confession on both sides 🥺

A/N: i hope you like it ! I’m slowly making my way thru requests rn :-) i have more walter requests but i wanna know if you guys still want them done ? i feel like not many people care for bby walt anymore so let me know !!

Walter watched in awe from his desk as you walked down the hall, putting your weapons on the table and cleaning glitter off your combat suit. He watched as you smiled at the people around you and you greeted everyone warmly. Then he panicked when he realized you were walking his way.

Walter pulled out his phone, checking his hair and outfit in the reflection, and smiling widely to make sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth.

“great job with the glitter bomb beckett, it saved me today” you smiled at the curly headed boy who was the same age as you, which was rare considering where you worked. You sat on a clear spot on his desk, dangling your legs off the ledge and turning your head to face him.

“o-oh you liked it? i made sure there was some more glitter packed in for you, i know it’s your favorite to use” he smiled, cringing on the inside because of how stalkerish he sounded. You smiled at him and gave him a small hug.

“aw, i have a special place in your heart, that’s nice to know” you winked at him and blood rushes to both of your faces. He started to mumble something but quickly covered it with a cough.

You bounced on your heels and smiled at him before thinking of the next thing to say to him.

“do you wanna-“

“I was wondering if”

You both laughed softly as you spoke at the same time, he motioned for you to go first.

“i was just wondering if you were going to go to that ball tonight? The one they’re throwing for Lance?” You asked before facepalming yourself.

“of course you’re going he’s like your best friend that was stupid sorry” you giggled, hiding behind your hands before tucking a small stand of hair behind your ear.

Walter smiled at you and looked around his desk, he grabbed a blank piece of paper and wrote down something quickly.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to- you know be uh be my” he cleared his throat before looking at you softly, “my date?” He smiled as your face lit up with excitement.

“oh yeah! Of course yes!” You spoke, a little too quickly. You cleared your throat and composed yourself, “oh yeah that sounds great” you smiled, feeling the heat rising on your cheeks.

Walter smiled as he handed you the piece of paper with his number on it.

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30” he smiled and you got off his desk, giving him a nod before turning around and walking away. You but your lip to try and contain the smile you had. Walter sat at his desk, smiling from ear to ear, giddy for tonight.

You stared at your closet, your eyes settling on a long emerald satin gown, with a slit on the right leg. Would it be too much? Of course not, everyone always overdresses for these things. You quickly slipped it on and went to do your makeup quickly, you had spent way too much time watching Netflix rather than being productive so now you were rushing.

You grabbed some black heels as you ran down your hall to the sound of the doorbell ringing. You looked at yourself in the mirror before rushing to the restroom to quickly wet your hair to make it less frizzy.

The doorbell rang again and you sprinted to get it, composing yourself quickly as you greeted walter with a smile.

“hi- oh wow you- you look really- good” he spoke, mouth slightly open and eyes raking your body. He quickly caught himself and stopped, blushing profusely and smiling softly at you. You blushed and smiled at him.

“you look really good too walt” you smiled and he quickly picked up a small vase from beside him, holding an assortment of flowers.

“I didn’t know your favorite so i kinda just got the one with a little of everything” he smiled, scratching the back of his neck as you took the vase from him.

“oh thank you! I’ve never really gotten flowers from a guy before” you mumbled, inviting him in while you set the flowers in your living room. He stood by the entrance, not wanting to invade your privacy.

“You can come sit on my couch, i still have to put my shoes on” you giggled as you retrieved your shoes from the hall that you had dropped them in a haste to get the door.

You sat next to walter as he looked around your small yes spacious home. You slipped your heels on and quickly did the straps.

“okay let’s go yeah?” You smiled and he reciprocated it, helping you up and into his car.

The ride there consisted of small talk and softly singing along to songs that came on his playlist that you both knew.

As you arrived together you had many stares from your co workers, some snickering and other smiling at the two of you.

“I’m gonna go find Lance I’ll be back in a little” walter spoke to you and you smiled, taking a seat at the table you had sat at. You were near the front but not in the very front row, around people who were staring at you and whispering. You felt yourself start to panic, you were a spy, why couldn’t you handle people looking at you?

You took a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself and you saw Walter walking towards you with a smile on your face. Suddenly all your worries faded.

“Lance said he would say hi but they won’t let him come out until after he gets his award” he smiled and sat next to you and you laughed softly.

“Well I guess I’ll have to find someone else to charm tonight” you joked and nudged his side, walter blushed and smiled at you.

You both continued to joke throughout the night and cheered on lance while he recieved his award. After the award had been given and a couple people spoke about who knows what, you were all free to mingle and eat whatever food they had on the menu and an open bar.

You blushed at comments that Walter had made, complimenting your dress and how beautiful you looked.

After finishing your meal you had grown tired of smiling at everyone that came to greet your table, Lance had now joined and sat next to Walter. You all got up from your table and went separate ways to make small talk with people who were standing around conversing.

You smiled at one of your directors and excused yourself from the conversation. You snuck away into a hallway and groaned softly as you feet ached in your heels.

“Please tell me you weren’t going to leave without me” walter smirked at you and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Never that” you spoke, leaning against the wall, “my feet are just killing me and my social battery has been drained more than it had to give” you giggled and he nodded.

“Yeah me too I wanted to ask if you wanted to leave but i didn’t want to be rude” he blushed and you smiled.

“Let’s go yeah? We could watch a movie if you want” you smiled and he nodded. “Your place?” You asked shyly, a blush spread across both of your faces and he nodded softly.

As you arrived at Walters house, he quickly changed and gave you some shorts and one of his t shirts and some fuzzy socks.

You thanked him and got changed quickly, sighing in relief as you slipped the socks on.

You both sat on the couch close to one another but it close enough to cuddle. He has put on a movie that he said would make you cry, but you were too busy sneaking glances at him and trying to stop yourself from kissing him.

You stared at him and he quickly turned his head, you blushed at you locked eyes and you quickly cleared your throat, scrambling for an excuse.

“I- i just, i thought you had something on your nose” you smiled, but he didn’t buy it.

“For a spy you’re not so good at lying” he smirked, surprising himself with how bold he was being.

“I wasn’t- okay fine it’s just-” you looked at walter and you could stop yourself. “I like you, god i like you so much i just wanna kiss you and hold you and oh my god” you groaned, getting up and walking around while your mind raced.

Walter quickly followed suit and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him and leaning down, giving you a kiss on the lips. It only lasted a couple of seconds but you smiled as you both pulled away.

“I like you too, a lot. It’s why i invited you to the ball, i was gonna tell you there, but i got too scared and you seemed to relaxed i didn’t wanna ruin your mood” he mumbled and you smiled, hiding your face in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and you breathed in, taking in the smell of his cologne. He pulled both of you back down on the couch and you cuddled up to him, laying your head on his chest.

You smiled as you held his hand and played with his fingers. He smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“will you be my girlfriend then?” He spoke quickly and slightly out of breath and you looked at him, a grin on your face while nodding your head.

“Of course I will” you kissed him softly before wrapping you arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Walter quickly hugged you back, kissing your collarbone before pulling away and kissing your lips once more.

The movie was soon forgotten as the two of you stole kisses from each other and laughed the night away.

#walter beckett x reader #walter beckett fluff #walter beckett imagine #walter beckett

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imaginedisish · 6 years ago

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Across the Universe (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: WELL FUCK ME HEYO IT’S 4:11am HERE ON THE EAST COAST...

honestly i don’t care because I absolutely love this LONG ASS IMAGINE OMG. Here is the 1K Follower Special!!!! All 2,486 words of it. I hope you guys enjoy! You all mean the world to me...thank you for 1,000...that’s absolute insanity. Quickly, before you read...understand this is ANOTHER AU! I’m imagining Five is AT LEAST 20 years of age in this...ight? WE DO NOT STAN ILLEGAL/UNDERAGE ACTIVIDADS HERE??? OKAY? OKAY! Enjoy...love you guys....thank you for everything

Summary: Five suffers from nightmares due to all he’s experienced in life, as do you, but Five feels as though these past experiences, as well as his flaws, deem him unable to be loved. You make sure he realizes otherwise...

Warnings: Language, angst, reference to kidnapping +murder+death, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!

Word Count: 2,486 uwuwuwuwuw SHE THICCC!

The world is cold. Everything is in ruin. Destruction is all the eye can see, for miles upon miles. The sky is grey, and an ominous chill lingers in the air. It’s just you, standing amongst collapsed buildings, not a person in sight.

“Five?” You call out. But there’s no response. Your voice simply echoes back to you. You stumble about the mess around you, searching for some sort of sign of life. “Five!” You scream this time. You wanted him next to you.

No, you needed him next to you.

Suddenly, the environment around you shifts to a motel room. Two evil, menacing, yet familiar figures wearing terrifying animal masks face you, each with a gun in hand. In between the two of them is a chair, with someone tied up to it. There’s a black sack over the person’s head. The figure to the right, the one wearing a bunny mask, rips the sack off.

“Five…” You whisper. There was the boy that mattered more than anything else in the world to you. Each figure raises their gun to Five’s head.

“No! Five!’ You scream, trying to run forward. But it’s no use. You’re frozen in place. There’s nothing you can do. The figures begin to move farther and farther away from where you’re standing. You try to run again, but you still seem to be stuck. You feel helpless, like the walls around you are closing in on you.

“Let him go!” You shout. But no one listens. The two figures chuckle in a cacophonous melody. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks. “Let him go,” You whimper this time, choking on your words, hoping that your pleas have some affect on Five’s captors.

“I love you,” Five whispers.

“BANG!”

You groggily open your eyes to the dimly light room around you, reality greeting you once again. Nightmares were normal after everything you had been through, but this one was new, and definitely not in a good way.

You had shut your curtains as tightly as you possibly could the night prior, hoping that you could get a good night’s sleep for once, but it was no use. Rays of light poured through the cracks of your white, lacy curtains nonetheless. You look around the light, airy room. Beatles, Bowie, Arcade Fire, and Arctic Monkeys posters adorn each and every wall, comforting you after the nightmare you had just experienced.

You apprehensively turn onto your side, uncomfortably twisting your neck to read the alarm clock resting on your antique white nightstand.

11:00 am, it reads.

Holy shit, I slept that long? You think to yourself, rolling back onto your stomach, shoving your face in your grey pillow case, partially out of guilt, and partially out of exhaustion. Usually, Five woke you up in the morning. He loved pestering you, and honestly it had begun to make your mornings just a little bit better.

This morning, however, was different. Five didn’t knock on your door. He didn’t twist the door knob, humming some Beatles song as he swiftly swooped into your bedroom, a cup of coffee in his hand, pleading with you to get out of bed and come downstairs with him. He was always the first one up, and he hated being alone. He had been alone for so many years, that the thought of being alone anymore, even if it was just to eat breakfast, secretly killed him. Of course, you were the only person who knew that. He would never tell another soul. Feelings and such were never his strong suit.

Yet, there was something so special about him to you.

You and Five had grown close over the past year. You arrived on the steps of The Academy, crying, with nowhere else to go. Your entire life, you were called a freak, a worthless piece of nothing. But Five didn’t see that in you. He saw beauty and strength, someone with a gift who simply didn’t know how to use it. You were telekinetic, and you often struggled controlling your powers. Five made things feel natural for you, something no one else was every able to do.

He was always there when you needed him most, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You hesitate before pulling the plush, white covers off of you, your warm bed begging you to stay. You sit up, allowing your legs to swing off to the side of your bed, your feet slowly meeting the cold, wood floors below. You finally stand up, and make your way out of your room.

There isn’t a sound in the normally loud mansion, except a slight stirring coming from the kitchen. You silently hoped to yourself that it was Five. You continue down the hallway, your footsteps echoing as you walk.

You finally reach the kitchen, and you spot Five sitting at the counter, staring down at what’s presumably a cup of coffee. He anxiously bounces his right knee up and down, aggressively tapping his finger on the counter in unison with his knee.

“Morning Five,” You yawn, a small smile spreading across your face. Five doesn’t answer. “Is everything alright?” You question as you walk further into the room, pulling out a stool and sitting down next to him.

Five swallows harshly, and he continues to stare down at the black liquid in his white mug. “Morning, (Y/N).” Five finally says, still refusing to look up at you.

You bring a hand to his own. “Did something happen?” You ask. Five shuts his eyes tightly. Something was obviously bothering him, something extremely painful. “Talk to me, Five,” You plead, now gently brushing over his hand with your thumb. To your dismay, Five pulls away from your touch, grabbing his coffee with his right hand, and standing up.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Five says, irritation and annoyance heavy in his voice. “Stop with all this worrying bullshit, got it?” He finally turns around to face you, his eyes widen as he waits for you to nod or respond in some way.

You shake your head, refusing to agree with him. “Something happened, and whatever it was can’t be good,” You stand up from the stool, and walk closer to Five. “I knew something was off when you didn’t wake me up this morning, so tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Do I have to say it again? I don’t feel like talking, okay?” Five says, anger growing in his voice, his cheeks becoming red. This wasn’t the Five you had come to know, and possibly started to love. You needed to find out why he was acting this way, immediately.

“Just talk to me-,"

Five cuts you off, quickly walking forward in your direction. “I told you, I don’t want to fucking talk about it! Just fuck off!” He shouts, his arms extending out to either side of the room as rage fills his eyes. You instinctively take a step back. You had seen Five angry, but never like this.

If you were being honest, it scared the shit out of you to see him this way.

Five slowly puts his arms down, a look of guilt spreading across his face. Silence looms over the room, and Five nervously scratches the back of his neck. His bright blue eyes meet yours. Five’s face screams “I’m so sorry,” but he says nothing.

“Fuck this,” You mutter, your heart clenching as you turn your back to Five, storming away. It killed you to see him this way, but you knew you didn’t deserve to be treated like this, simply for trying to help him. You stop in the middle of the kitchen, facing Five once more. “All I want to do is help you. Quit assuming the worst. Stop treating everyone around you like absolute shit. Can’t you see I care about you?” You yell, turning around and walking away from Five as you were before.

You hear Five shuffling to catch up to you. “(Y/N), wait, please,” Five begs, his hand grabbing your wrist. You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him. “I can, and will explain everything, I’m so sorry…” Five trails off, his crystal like eyes searching yours.

You simply nod your head, allowing Five to guide you back over to where you and he were sitting before. His leg begins to anxiously bounce again, and his finger taps away as well. This time, however, his eyes refused to leave yours.

Five’s adams apple bobs as he swallows harshly. He takes a deep breath as he runs a hand through his thick, dark brown hair. “I-I keep having nightmares about the apocalypse, b-but last night was the worst yet,” Five mumbles, his voice soft and low.

“What happened?” You ask.

“I-I, It hurts to think, nonetheless, to actually say,” Five pauses, taking a deep breath again before continuing. “I-I lost you. It was so lonely, so cold. It felt like the first time, but a million times worse, because you, well, you were fucking gone. I couldn’t save you.” Five stares back down to his coffee.

You bring a hand up to the back of his neck, massaging the area lightly. “The apocalypse isn’t happening anymore, Five. We stopped that. And I’m not going anywhere,” You say reassuringly, bringing your hand up to play with his hair.

Five hums softly. A wave of calm washes over the room. You continue to comb through Five’s hair with your fingers. You and Five had shared small moments like these in the past, but nothing ever truly confirmed anything between you two. You longed for some sort of spark to be ignited, but nothing ever seemed to happen.

Finally, Five speaks up. “I’m not good enough for you.” His ocean eyes meet yours again. You’re at a loss for words. “You sit here, comforting me, and yet I know damn well that I don’t deserve this, or you.”

“Where is this coming from?” You ask firmly, removing your hand from Five’s hair.

“I’ve been trying to find a way to say it, I’ve been meaning to tell you how I really feel,” Five says, now trying his best to avoid eye contact. “But I’m clearly absolute shit at this sort of thing…and you deserve better than someone who can’t say how they feel, or save you from an apocalypse, even if it is just a dream.”

You shake your head. “You’re being absolutely ridiculous,” You can’t help but giggle. For months, you longed for Five to be honest with you. You wanted to know how he felt, and more specifically, if he felt the same as you did.

“I’m not, though, (Y/N),” Five’s eyes find yours again. His right hand hesitantly extends out towards yours, Five now holding your hand in his. “You deserve someone who won’t lash out at you, someone who will treat you right. For God’s sake you deserve someone who knows how to be in a relationship with a real human being and not a fucking mannequin!”

You can’t help but laugh. He wasn’t wrong. In his 58 years on earth, the only “woman,” he was ever with was Dolores, a department store mannequin.

Five grins a bit. “God I love that laugh,” He mumbles under his breath as to not let you hear him; but you hear him anyway, your heart fluttering in your chest in response.

“What if I don’t want anyone else? Did you ever think of that? What if you’re all I can think about? Even in my dreams?” You ask, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have nightmares too, you know that. But what you don’t know is that I can’t save you in my nightmares either…” You trail off. You had told Five about your nightmares before, but never that he was usually at the center of them.

“I-I’m in your nightmares?” Five asks, his thumb now brushing softly against your hand. “W-what happens in them?”

“I don’t like th-thinking a-about it,” You stutter, shutting your eyes tightly at even the smallest thought of your nightmares. Silence greets the room once again, just like an old friend. You finally decide to speak up. “You’ve been through so much, Five, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve love. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve me.” You stare deeply into Five’s glossy eyes, looking for some sort of answer. You’re disappointed when you find absolutely nothing.

Five sniffles a bit, most likely thinking about what to say next. “You just, well, you-, goddammit,” Five mutters, closing his eyes, struggling to find the right words. “You mean so much to me. I’m worried I’ll lose you like I lost everyone when I was younger. I’m afraid that if something happens, I won’t be able to save you.”

You smile, shaking your head. “I have powers too, you’re not that fucking special,” You say jokingly, giggling a bit.

“Woah, thanks,” Five says sarcastically, smirking a bit. “You’re special, though. You know that?” Five says matter-of-factly, looking straight ahead, trying his very best to be as casual as possible.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your heart flutters in your chest. “Five?” You call out, staring in his direction, waiting for him to turn and face you.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” Five responds, his eyes finding yours yet again.

“I think I might be in love with you.”

Five doesn’t break eye contact. His bright blue eyes widen a bit.

“Well thank god, I thought I was going to have to say it first,” Five smiles.

Before you can say anything else, Five’s lips are on yours. The kiss is soft, yet longing, as if two people had traveled across the universe, across space, across multiple timelines just to be with each other, and finally, somehow, they actually made it to each other.

The minute Five pulls his lips from yours, that longing sensation fills your gut yet again.

But you’d travel across the universe a million more times just to have him kiss you again.

“Nothing’s gonna change now, right? Things can stay this perfect forever?” Five questions, his face inches from yours, He smiles widely, and his voice is low and peaceful for once.

“Yes,” You say softly. “Nothing’s gonna change our world. No nightmares, no apocalypses for now…Nothing.”

“Good,” Five whispers, leaning in slowly again. “I like that.”

“Sounds of laughter, shades of life

Are ringing through my opened ears

Inciting and inviting me

Limitless undying love

Which shines around me like a million suns

It calls me on and on across the universe

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world”

-Across the Universe, The Beatles, Let It Be, 1970.

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bohemiansweede · 5 years ago

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Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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biillyhargroves · 5 years ago

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omg PLS continue your fic where billy goes back and finds his mom!! love your writing :)

thank you so much, angel!! I hope you like this little continuation!!

to keep the vultures from your backpart i: mama, i’m comin’ home(fic requests open)

As a child, Billy used to run to her- all scrawny limbs, boyish face flushed -after nightmares and scraped palms and bruised knees. When she would gather him up in her arms he fit against her like a puzzle piece, like he was always meant to there. Each time she let him go she felt the loss of weight like a lost limb, irreparable until he needed her again.

She does not recall the last time she felt him nestled there, curled against her, secure in her grasp. Neil often took him away. He would tell Billy that young men don’t cry to their mothers, that he was supposed to be strong, that he was older now and he had to learn to “be his own man”, whatever that meant. She would protest. She insisted that he was a child, that he needed her, but Neil would not relent. The older Billy got, the more forceful her husband became, until he severed her son for good. She was left with phantom pains; a deep and desperate ache that reached down to her core, hopeless to heal.

---

Billy replays the conversation in his head: his mother, hair wind-whipped and eyes glossy with unfilled tears. She had told him she was sorry. He still doesn’t know what make to of this. What, exactly, is she sorry for?

He remembers the day that she left; or, more accurately, he remembers the day that he discovered she left, for her leaving was shrouded in the dark hours after he had been sent to bed. He woke up in the morning and she was gone, and his father did not tell him where she’d gone. He’d expected her to come back, but the whole day passed without a word, and she still was not home the morning after that. On the third day she had finally called. She said that there had been emergency, something Billy now recognizes was an excuse. When he had asked when she was coming home she failed to answer, and he hadn’t seen her again.

Is she sorry for leaving? Sorry for lying? Sorry for never coming home?

Billy isn’t sure, nor is he sure he wants to hear the answers. What if it’s not enough?

He packed his bags when he returned to the motel after the beach. They now sit on the unmade bed, and he stares at them wondering if he should chuck them all into the backseat of his busted Camaro. Poking out of his backpack is the radio that Max had given him. He picks it up, turns it over in his hands, paces the room. He puts it down and picks it back up three times before he finally hits the little buttons on the side.

“Max?” he says. A storm of static escapes the speaker, then quiets. He waits for it to settle and then says, “Max? You there?”

“What’s wrong?” Max says, voice crackling. “You break down or something?”

“No,” Billy says. “No, I’m here. I’m, uh...I’m home.”

“Are you okay?” Max asks. “You sound weird.”

“Honestly?” Billy says.

“No shit,” Max replies.

“I don’t know,” Billy says.

“Did you find her?”

“I found her,” Billy says.

“Is it not what you expected?”

“I don’t really know what I expected,” Billy says.

“You have a phone number? This connection sucks.”

"No shit,” Billy sighs, and he reads off the phone number taped to the back of the landline. A few minutes later the phone rings. He picks it up and says, “Where are you?”

“I’m fine,” Max says. “I’m at El’s.”

“Is he-”

“He’s pissed,” Max says. “But I’m fine. You shouldn’t come back, though.”

“I know,” Billy says. “I won’t.”

“I don’t mean, like-”

“I know what you mean,” Billy says.

Max is quiet for a moment, and then says, “So...your mom?”

“I don’t know,” Billy says. “This was stupid. I saw her and it just made me pissed off.”

“Was she happy to see you?”

“I don’t fucking know, Max,” Billy says. “I’m not a fucking mindreader.” He is silent, and Max is, too. Static rumbles across the telephone line. Billy sighs heavily and lays back on the uncomfortable, lumpy mattress. He stares up at the peeling paint on the ceiling. He sighs again. “She knew.”

“About-”

“Starcourt,” Billy says, the word leaving an awful taste in his mouth that makes him feel sick. “He called her. She didn’t come. She said he wouldn’t have let her see me. I don’t doubt it, but-”

“She didn’t even try,” Max finishes.

“I think I came here to figure out what the fuck happened,” Billy says, “but I’m better off not knowing. Maybe the answer’s not good enough, you know? Maybe she just doesn’t care.”

He goes quiet again, and so does she. They sit on the quiet line, nothing but their own breathing and the softly crackling static to fill the space. Eventually Max says, “Billy? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Billy says.

“Where you going to do?” Max asks.

“I don’t know yet,” Billy grumbles. He sits up and rests the phone back in its cradle. He looks to his bags, still sitting and waiting for him to make a decision. He thinks about his mother standing on that beach, about the desperate way she looked at him, about how he felt the moment her hands graced his shoulders- like he was a child again, like he was the little boy who raced to her after being woken up by nightmares of flying fists and bloody noses. His breath shakes. He swallows thickly, chasing away the tears his father always told him he was too tough to cry. He rises. He throws the walkie talkie back into the bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. He shuts the lights off when he leaves, still not sure where he is going but certain that he won’t return.

---

She moves on autopilot; the car seems to drive itself, hitting the highway before she realizes where she’s going, turning down Bayberry without a single thought.

She had waited all night for a knock at the door. The longer she waited, the more she realized that it would not come. She replayed their conversation in her head: Billy’s downturned face, the hard eyes, the way his voice quavered. You didn’t come, he’d told her, upset and angry and more hurt than she has ever seen him before. You didn’t try.

He didn’t come to the Sand Bar, either, and she could not help but feel hurt. He does not owe her a single thing: she knows this. But she still hoped that the slight nod of his head when she had told him to stop by had meant that he would try, that he would give her chance.

She hadn't planned to go to the motel, but she arrived there nonetheless, and she sat in her car toying with an unlit cigarette as she stares at the rows of identical brown doors. One of them opens. She watches Billy come out.

Before she can think, before she can stop herself, she slips out of the car. She starts walking toward him faster than she intended to, though she slows when she sees the bag slung over his shoulder. He stops in his tracks when he sees her. He surprised at first, and then he sets his jaws. His eyes turn hard. He hunches his shoulders and in their roundness, in their tension, she sees Neil.

“Hi,” she says lamely.

“Hi,” Billy says.

“Are you leaving?” she asks.

“Uh,” Billy starts. “I was, um.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “I...I don’t know why I came here. You...you don’t want to see me.”

“No,” Billy says.

“No?”

“I mean,” he starts, and then says, “I just,” and then, “I, uh-” He takes a breath. This tongue-tied, word-tripping, stumbling he gets from her. He looks down and scuffs his boot against the sidewalk. He looks back up and there is a rim of tears in his eyes. He blinks in a desperate attempt to rid himself of them. “I was...I don’t know,” he admits.

“Can we sit?” she asks him. She motions to a bench perched between two motel rooms. Billy looks at it, and he sighs. He says nothing, but he sits down, and she sits beside him. They sit in silence for a time. Billy bounces his leg in the nervous way he used to as a child. She remembers looking down the bleachers while he sat in the dugout, leg bouncing nervously as he watched the coach- watched his teammates- watched his father. She rests a hand on his knee and he stiffens. She pulls away. The more time she spends here, siting in uncomfortable silence beside him, the more she realizes that her boy has become a stranger. She cannot find those puzzle piece edges that used to fit with hers so perfectly. The more she realizes this, the more her body- her soul -aches for what once was. She begins speaking if only to dull the pain. “When I met your father,” she says, “I was young and stupid.”

“Just then?” Billy bites, and she winces against the sting. She breathes deeply, steeling her resolve, and continues.

“I didn’t see what he was,” she says. “He was charming. He was...attractive. That’s all I cared about back then. And then you came along.” At this, Billy lifts his head. She looks at him and holds his gaze. “God, you were perfect,” she tells him. “I never loved anyone the way I loved you. I never could.”

“So what happened?” Billy says. His voice is low; it is not exactly anger, though it edges there. His mother shakes her head.

“Nothing,” she says.

“Okay,” Billy says, and he starts to rise. He throws his bag over his shoulder once more. She reaches out for him and manages to take hold of his wrist. His whole body tenses but this time she doesn’t let go.

“I loved you more than anything,” she says. He keeps his back to her, but he does not try to break free. “I love you more than anything,” she says. “The night I left...I was going to take you with me. We were fighting. He hit me. I decided I was going to get out. I was going to go to a shelter, call Aunt Lynne. I waited. I waited until he was passed out on the couch and I tried to get you. But I was stupid. It was dark, and I knocked- I knocked something over. Beer bottles, I think. You know how he kept them lying around. He was fuming. He screamed at me to stay away from you. I was afraid. I was terrified, Billy. You know how it was. You know how he was.”

“He didn’t change,” Billy says gruffly. “Not that you’d know.”

“Billy,” she says. “Please. I thought he would kill me. He was drunk. He was slurring. He backed me against a wall and I didn’t know what else to do. I just ran.”

“Is there a point to this story?” Billy asks.

“I tried,” she says. “I tried to go back for you.”

“Not hard enough,” Billy says.“No,” she says. “No, not hard enough. He threatened me. He said I was crazy. He said I was no good for you, that I made you soft. He said he’d call the cops on me if I tried to come by. That I didn’t live there anymore. He said he’d have me committed if that’s what it took and like an idiot I believe him. And I shouldn’t have. I was wrong.”

“No shit,” Billy says. She lets go of his wrist but he doesn’t move. She watches his back. She watches the way his shoulders tense him as his breathing falters. He doesn’t turn around, but he does speak. “Why didn’t you come?”

“Billy,” she says.

“He called you,” Billy says, now rounding on her. “You said so. He told you what happened.” His voice gets louder and she presses her back against the bench. “You knew,” he says. “You knew how bad it was,” he says. “He told you, didn’t he? That I was on life support? That Susan was pricing fucking coffins?”

“I didn’t,” she says, and her throat is tight with tears that she has to pause to swallow them down. “I didn’t know that much,” she says. “He said you were hurt. You were in intensive care. He didn’t say that they thought-”

“That I’d die?” Billy asks. “They did.”

“Billy,” she says, tears free-falling now. “I’m so sorry.”

“I needed you,” he says. “This whole time, I- I waited for you and you never came back.”

She rises, too, and when she reaches for him he doesn’t flinch away. He wraps her arms around him and when she squeezes him it releases a waterfall. His head rests against her shoulder and she buries her fingers in his hair. His bag falls to the ground and in its absence she rubs his back. He doesn’t fit quite as perfectly as he had- distance, perhaps, has warped their perfect puzzle edges. But he fits. He fits, and he is letting her hold him like all the times he did when he was a child.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “It’s not enough,” she concedes. “But I’m so sorry.”

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beckzorz · 6 years ago

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Out of Nowhere (21/21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC Summary: An offhand comment at work draws Jesse Kaplan into the orbit of Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s excited at the prospect of normalcy, but there’s nothing normal about falling in love with the Winter Soldier. Words: 4672 A/N: The song for this chapter is “At Last” by Etta James from At Last! And hey—at last!!! Holy shit, guys. Wow. I’m just. Wow. You guys I am SO grateful for all of you for sticking with me through this insane passion project. and AHHH!!! I hope the ending is as satisfying for you as making this post is for me XD I do have a sequel in the works, and I’m always happy to chat about this story :3 Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!!!

PART 21: “AT LAST”

38 Domestic Terrorists Arrested in Citywide Sting

Federal and state authorities have arrested 38 local members of a domestic terrorist group run out of Queens electrotherapy company Current Relief, Inc.

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“Well, here we are.”

Ellen Tapper, FBI, turned her keys in the ignition. They were parked right in front of an apartment building—Jesse’s apartment building. She hadn’t seen this place since she’d been carted away in an ambulance, and that had been over three weeks ago. Jesse stared up from her spot in the passenger’s seat to a window up on the third floor. As usual, Fran’s curtains were drawn.

“Do you see the property manager?” Ellen asked.

Jesse shook her head. “Not yet.”

After the FBI had taken Jesse in a week ago, things had started to fall into place. A coordinated series of arrests had taken out everyone involved in the abductions, and the FBI had assigned Ellen to help Jesse transition back into regular life. Jesse was already in touch with her work, but Ellen had gotten in touch with the property manager of Jesse’s apartment. They had replaced the locks on Jesse and Fran’s apartment—no surprise there—but the outside door had been replaced as well.

Which meant every single apartment needed two new front door keys. Great.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the property manager to arrive so Jesse could finally go home. So much had happened in the last three week. This place felt like a distant memory. She’d thought plenty about coming back. What would Fran say when he saw her? Did he know what had happened to her?

And what did he think about the rampant destruction of his home?

Jesse sighed and pressed her forehead against the window.

“Oh, there he is,” Ellen said brightly. She unlocked the car; Jesse followed her out. Mark, the bald property manager, was just coming out of the building. As soon as he saw Jesse, his eyes widened.

Jesse swallowed.

“Hi, Mark,” Ellen said. “Ellen Tapper. Thanks so much for meeting us.”

“Sure. You’re Kaplan in 34?” Mark asked Jesse.

Jesse nodded. There was no mistaking Mark’s look. He blamed her for everything. It was clear as anything. If she hadn’t been there, none of this extra work would have been necessary. She scuffed her shoe on the ground. “Sorry about everything.”

“Come on, Jesse, we’ve talked about this,” Ellen cut in.

Mark pressed his lips together a smile that Jesse was certain was forced. “Well, here are the new keys,” he said brusquely. He passed Jesse two keys on a simple keyring. “You lose them, it’s—”

“Fifty dollars, I know,” Jesse said with a sigh. Not that she’d ever lost her keys, but she remembered these things, dammit. But this wasn’t just that Mark was old enough to be her dad. No, it was the judgement, the blame she read on his face. She didn’t want to look at him anymore. She didn’t want to look at him ever again.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to.

Jesse had reached out to cousins in Park Slope, and it turned out their basement apartment was vacant since her great-aunt had been moved to a nursing home. She hadn’t decided yet, but Fran had signed the lease for the new year on his own, which meant Jesse was free to leave or stay.

Well, it was worth seeing how things went.

Jesse grabbed her backpack from Ellen’s car and waved her off. Mark had already left. Jesse paused just outside. She stared into the hallway, heart stuttering. The last time she’d been here…

She shook her head, eyes burning, and unlocked the door. Enough of the moping, enough reminiscing. She needed to move on.

The two-story climb left a distantly familiar burn in her calves. It hadn’t been that long since she’d climbed two flights of stairs, had it? Barely a few weeks.

What a change.

Jesse unlocked her apartment door. She was halfway to her bedroom door before she thought to look around.

The place looked… normal. Weirdly normal. No unconscious goons anywhere. The kitchen was clean, the bathroom too. The coffee table was intact—no, it was new. Jesse stared at it. When her eyes drifted up to the wall over the couch, her stomach lurched. There had once been a wall of photos over the couch, gold and silver frames interspersed with pictures of hers and Fran’s. Now, the wall was blank.

Jesse took a shuddering breath and stumbled to her bedroom door. She flung it open and rushed inside.

She stopped still.

Everything was as it had been right after Bucky had pulled her from the brainwashing. No one had touched a thing. The bed was still perfectly made with hospital corners. Every surface was clear, save a thin coat of dust. Her hands trembled as she pulled off her backpack and set it on the bed. She sat beside it, then curled into a ball against her pillow and tried not to cry.

She did not succeed.

—

Jesse told Fran the same story she’d told the FBI, minus the details they’d told her not to share. Neither recounting had included her conversations with Bucky, or the evolution—and dissolution—of their relationship. That… that was for herself, alone. And Bucky, she supposed. But she trusted him to keep it to himself. What good would her personal woes do anyone else? She wasn’t famous or important, not like him.

Her relationship with Bucky Barnes aside, by the time she was done, Fran’s eyes were wide as saucers and his hair was standing on end from having been clutched in shock.

“Jesus Christ, Jesse,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard. How the hell are you even alive?”

Jesse laughed weakly and shoved her hands between her thighs, shoulders hunched. “Man, I don’t even know.”

“Seriously, though!” Fran shook his head. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah,” Jesse agreed. “It is.” She sighed and twirled her fork in her spaghetti. “Hey Fran, what happened to the pictures on the wall?”

“Oh, that… A bunch of them were shattered, so I took them all down. I have yours in an envelope, I’ll grab it.” Fran bounced off and returned in less than a minute with a manila envelope. He went back to work on his spaghetti.

Jesse pulled out the pile of photographs and flipped through them. Apart from the pictures of her family, she could barely remember why most of them had ever been on her wall. Had she even seen half these people in the last few months?

She really had been consumed.

A picture from a work event caught her eye. Jesse gazed at the photograph of her colleagues from BCEI—Marilyn, Robin, Zach, the rest. How were they doing? She hadn’t heard much, just a congratulations when she let them know she’d be back tomorrow. Apparently the temp they’d found to replace her was perfectly capable of covering her.

Jesse stuffed the photos back in their envelope.

It was something, to know you were replaceable.

—

Today, 8:12 PM

jesse.kaplan: hello?

itsadrian: omg

itsadrian: you’re alive

itsadrian: i was not expecting that!!!

jesse.kaplan: ahaha… yeah. about that.

itsadrian: i really didn’t think i’d hear from you again after so long

itsadrian: what happened????

jesse.kaplan: did you hear about the domestic terrorists in nyc?

itsadrian: uh yes

jesse.kaplan: yeah.

itsadrian: …

jesse.kaplan: kidnapped, brainwashed, attacked, FBI protection program, etc

itsadrian: holy shit are you for real???

jesse.kaplan: unfortunately yes

jesse.kaplan: i’m really sorry i wasn’t in touch

itsadrian: omg jesse do NOT apologize!!! are you okay?

itsadrian: was all this because of you-know-who???

jesse.kaplan: i’m alive. voldemort was not involved

itsadrian: you know who i mean

jesse.kaplan: um

jesse.kaplan: he was involved. but it wasn’t his fault

itsadrian: right……………

jesse.kaplan: it wasn’t

itsadrian: ooookay

jesse.kaplan: anyway i’m really sorry i wasn’t in touch and i’m really glad you’re still around <3

itsadrian: well i’m really glad you’re still alive!!!!!!

itsadrian: damn

itsadrian: so… what now??

—

Two hours back at work was enough. After hearing yet again from Marilyn about teaching swing dancing with Bucky Barnes, Jesse had shut herself in the bathroom and cried.

When she finally reemerged, she went straight to Robin’s office to give her two week’s notice. The temp, who was still there to help with Jesse’s transition, was thrilled. Robin and Marilyn less so, but there was nothing else to do. Jesse had been with BCEI for almost three years. After everything, it was time for a change.

A real one this time.

—

Jesse stuck her hands on her hips as she inspected her bedroom. The drawers on her dressers were all open, and her closet door was flung wide. They all were mostly empty, the former contents taped up in boxes around her bed. Her new phone was charging on her nightstand, which had already been cleared out and boxed away.

Now she just had to decide what she was packing for Israel.

Fran had taken the news of her departure well. He’d apparently been half expecting it. He didn’t seem upset, anyway. And her cousins’ basement apartment was waiting for her stuff—and for her, once she was back from visiting her parents.

She blew the loose hair out of her face and rifled through the sundresses still hanging up. Did she even want to bring any? They were cute, but what did she have to look cute for? Her parents? Jesse rolled her eyes and grabbed the closest one, stuffing it into the suitcase on her bed. Then she sighed and pulled it back out to fold. She didn’t need to deal with her mother chastising her about wrinkles.

“Hey Jesse, I’m heading out,” Fran called.

Jesse nudged her bedroom door open and shot her roommate a smile. “Gym?”

“Yep, the usual,” he said. He finished tying his sneakers and popped to his feet. “When I get back, how do you feel about grabbing dinner? Least I can do for our last night. And I’m going anyway.”

“Oh…” Jesse chewed her lip and glanced back into her room. “I’ve still got so much to do. I don’t want to leave you with a mess even if I am leaving all the furniture for now. You go, have fun.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Fran said. He pulled the door open and gave Jesse a gentle parting smile. “Go easy on yourself, Jess.” The apartment door shut with finality.

“Bye,” Jesse murmured. She sat heavily on her bed and smoothed her folded sundress in the suitcase.

Go easy? What was Fran talking about? She was going easy on herself. She hadn’t thrown herself at Fran’s feet to apologize, she hadn’t offered to pay for the damages to the apartment, she hadn’t carved an apology on her face—

There was a knock at the door.

Jesse froze. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the side of her suitcase; the air fled her lungs. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Had they come back for her?

“Jesse?”

Bucky? Bucky?

Jesse stood on shaking legs and caught herself against her bedroom door.

“Jesse, I know you’re there.”

She pressed a hand to her mouth, vision blurring with sudden tears. As if in a trance, she made her way to the front door. Were those her feet walking?

“Please, I just…” Bucky drew a ragged breath. “Can I come in?”

Jesse unlocked the deadbolt. The click resonated through the apartment, snapping her out of her daze. She stepped back, staring at her hands in shock. The doorknob was still locked. Bucky was still out of sight.

What was he doing here? Did he know she was leaving New York? Why had he come?

After everything, why had he come?

“What are you doing here?” she breathed. Quiet, flat, but loud enough for him, even though she was standing a few feet back from the door.

“I had to see you. Talk to you. Please let me in.”

Jesse shook her head, eyes burning, heart racing. “Bu—” She cut herself off. She didn’t want to say his name.

How could he have come? Didn’t he realize? She knew with all her heart that he’d never meant to hurt her, but how could he have come here knowing what he did? There was no way he didn’t know how much this would hurt her. She’d told him, flat-out, that seeing him, being near him…

No.

How many times had she said goodbye to him? And now he wanted to drag yet another from her? She couldn’t take it.

“I can’t. Please go away.”

“No—wait,” Bucky begged. She heard his hands sliding on the door. “You don’t—you don’t have to let me in. But please, please, I have to say this. Please let me.”

Jesse pressed a hand to her aching heart. She swallowed hard, throat burning.

Please let me?

He was giving her the power, she realized. There he was, Bucky Barnes, superhero, supersoldier, putting himself in her powerless hands. She could turn him away, send him off…

And never hear whatever he was so desperate to tell her.

Did she want that?

Bucky had caused her pain, yes, but not consciously. Not on purpose.

Turning him away now, while he was so clearly distraught, would be a conscious choice. Given how distraught he sounded even through the door, even with the few words he’d said, turning him away would hurt him.

However much he’d hurt her, she couldn’t do the same to him. Not knowingly.

“What is it?” she said at last.

Bucky murmured something she couldn’t quite make out. It might have been thank god, but he cleared his throat before she could ask.

“I’m begging you, if it’s not too late—” he took a shaky breath— “forgive me, Jesse.”

“What?” Jesse stumbled to the door, her hands spread flat on the paneled wood. “What do you mean, forgive you?”

“I’ve been so blind!” His hands slid down, down; Jesse heard his knees hit the floor, heard him bang his head against the door once, twice. “I fucked up so bad, Jess.”

Jesse fell to her knees, her hands still against the door and her heart hammering. Were Bucky’s hands opposite hers? An inch of wood—was that all that separated them?

“We caught that woman, the doctor. Faulk.”

Jesse nodded, forehead moving against the door. The FBI had kept her until the sting against Current Relief, and Faulk had been among those captured. Thirty-eight monsters behind bars, thank god.

“She—god, she said—I’m sorry, Jesse, I gotta tell you,” Bucky babbled. “She said you were nothing special. That you were nobody.”

Pain lanced through Jesse’s heart, sharper than any knife. She sat back on her heels, head bowed.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“She was wrong!” Bucky slapped the door, breathing heavier. “She was so fucking wrong!”

What?

Jesse’s heart stopped. She raised her head, pressed her ear to the door, covered her mouth.

“You’re everything,” Bucky said. “You’re everything, Jesse. I can’t believe it took me so long to see it. I’ve been so blind!” He gave a shaky half-laugh, half-sob. She’d never heard him so miserable. “I’ve spent so long putting up walls that I didn’t even notice when they came down. For you, Jess. Just for you.” His metal hand scraped against the door, clinked against the doorknob, but he didn’t try to turn it. “Please, can I see you?”

Jesse couldn’t speak. She was frozen and shaking all at once, her heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear him go on.

Bucky sighed. “I get it if it’s too late. I wouldn’t blame you at all. God, I was so fucking stupid.” He banged his head against the door again. “I was an ass to you. I just… I let you walk away? How could I? I didn’t mean to be cruel but I was, god, I was. Hell, maybe this is cruel too. I feel like—how many times did I wrong you? But I… I couldn’t keep this to myself. Maybe you hate me, but I had to come, had to tell you—”

Jesse wrenched open the door.

Bucky’s head snapped up. His blue eyes locked on hers.

Jesse's heart pounded at the sight of him, tears and all. Had it really only been three weeks since she’d seen him?

It felt like an eternity.

He too was on his knees; his hands fell from where they’d been propped against the door. His eyes were bloodshot, his shoulders tense. His customary cap was discarded on the hallway rug, but Jesse barely noticed. All she could see was him, his face, his trembling hands curling and uncurling at his sides.

“I could never hate you, Bucky,” she whispered. His eyes squeezed shut for the briefest moment, then opened to fix again on hers. Her hands itched to touch him, to smooth the pinch between his brows, but she had to know. She had to ask. “But what happened to being friends? What happened to ‘back to normal?’”

“I have friends,” he said. “Sam, Nat, Clint… but you—” He walked forward on his knees, past her threshold, and pressed his forehead against hers. His shaky breath was warm on her lips as he cupped her face with his right hand. “This was never normal,” he murmured.

Jesse’s hands trembled at her sides. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Was this really happening? After all this time? Or was this just another terrible dream? She leaned into him and closed her eyes. If everything was about to fade away, at least she wouldn’t see it.

But Bucky didn’t disappear. He stayed put, his hand on her face and his forehead against hers.

Eventually, Bucky drew back, though his kept his hand on her face. Jesse didn’t dare open her eyes.

“Look at me?” he asked again, voice as soft as his touch.

She opened her eyes. He was there, right there, his face her whole world and his dark eyes fixed on hers. He brought his other hand up to cup her face and tilt it up to his. The metal was cool and smooth against her skin.

“Jesse,” he whispered, “can I kiss you?”

“Please,” she breathed, eyes wide.

Bucky’s gaze flitted between her eyes and her barely parted lips. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. Then he drew her face to his and kissed her, his mouth soft and his hands gentle. Jesse’s eyes slid shut. This was nothing like what she’d imagined, and certainly nothing like the all-too-vivid dream she’d had at the safehouse, but the solid realness of him was better than any fantasy. Her heart beat furiously, deliriously, but after barely a second Bucky drew back.

His eyes sought hers ought. Jesse stared. The hesitancy in his face twisted her gut. She swallowed. Was he regretting it? Did he think she wasn’t bursting with feeling? Slowly, she pressed a hand to his chest, against his heart. The second she leaned back in, he clutched her face in his hands and crushed her against him.

Jesse gasped at his sudden intensity, but then his lips were on hers and all thoughts flew out of her head. His gentleness was gone, replaced with an urgency that made her moan. Bucky angled his head to kiss her deeper; she buried her hands in his hair to bring him closer still, pressing herself against him.

Footsteps on the stairs startled them both; Bucky pulled back, his eyes dark and wide and halfway to wild. Jesse bit her lip as she sank back on her heels.

“You can come in,” she said, and he smiled at last.

“Oh,” he said. The dark wildness receded from his eyes. “Okay.” He grabbed his hat from the hall, helped her to her feet, and stepped inside, properly this time.

Jesse nudged the door shut. She locked the deadbolt and turned to lean against the door.

Bucky was standing scant feet away, twisting his cap in his hands. Jesse let herself just look at him, really look. A little smile was playing on his plush lips. He was dressed as nondescriptly as usual, jacket and shirt and bare hands. His jeans clung to his legs; his boots were as sturdy as ever. Her eyes trailed back to his face; he was still smiling that sweet smile, still looking at her as she looked at him.

“You’re really here,” she murmured.

“I am.”

She swallowed. There he was, filling the room, and yet. And yet. After so long hoping, after so long resigned to disappointment and heartbreak, it didn’t quite feel real. She twisted her hands together nervously.

“I just… I still kinda feel like I’m dreaming,” she admitted.

“Well, you’re not.” Bucky set his hat aside. He took her hand and pressed it back against his heart, between his shirt and jacket. His skin was warm even through the henley; his heart beat fast, strong—she could feel it straight through to her bones. “I’m here, Jess.” He kissed her hair. “I’m here.”

—

For now, it was enough to just be with him. Jesse had pulled Bucky to the couch where they lay down, her head against his chest. With his jacket discarded, she could listen to his steady heartbeat. She pressed a hand to his stomach, lightly tracing the muscles there. Bucky had one arm around her shoulders, his hand running gently through her loose hair. When her hand drew lower, fingers brushing the top of his jeans, he grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers.

Jesse sat up, unable to help a little smirk. “Are you ticklish?”

“Don’t push it,” Bucky said, but he was smiling too.

“I won’t, I won’t,” she said, but the urge was overwhelming. It was a good thing he didn’t let go of her hand, she decided. Instead, she asked the question he’d never really answered.

“What changed, Bucky?”

“Hm?”

Jesse swallowed. “You were so determined—you were so sure…” She trailed off, unsure how to continue.

But Bucky understood. He sat up, eyebrows pinched, and took her other hand with a sigh.

“I spent so long protecting myself from other people,” he said, voice low. “Then I started letting a few people in, decided where they’d fit. A friend from work, a nice old lady, that sort of thing. And then you came along.” His lips quirked up. “And it took time, but I was ready to call you a friend. But… that’s not what happened. And I was just too damn scared and stubborn to see what was happening. I was too scared to even want to see. I’ve lost people, I’ve lost—hell, you heard what I said to Natasha.”

Jesse nodded. His words then had given her so much heartache, and here they were, going down those same unfriendly paths. And he was baring his pain now too. She’d had inklings of his fear before, but hearing them in his own voice was heartbreaking. She knew what he’d lost—hell, the whole world knew.

If he was really so terrified of connecting, of letting his feelings speak for themselves, of making himself vulnerable, how much had he lost out on that she didn’t know about?

But he was here now. There was a happy ending in there, somewhere.

“Then you told me how you felt,” Bucky continued. “And it meant that after everything, I was going to lose you.” He shook his head; he brushed back the hair in his eyes impatiently. “I couldn’t live with that. It was eating me raw. And then that woman—” He cut himself off. “Well, she was wrong, and so was I.” He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes briefly, but then he smiled, and Jesse’s heart soared. He cradled her face in his hands. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Jesse pressed her face into the crook of his neck, overcome. He felt lucky? Bucky Barnes, the best man in the world, felt lucky because of her? A nobody? Her breath caught in her throat; her eyes smarted.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked. He wrapped his arms around her, tight and warm and reassuring. “You’re okay, sweetheart.”

“I just…” Jesse sniffed. She slid her hands around his waist and clutched his shirt, her face still buried in the crook as neck. She was as desperate as he’d sounded outside her door. “I’m the lucky one, Bucky. You—you don’t know what you mean to me. I—There’s never been anyone like you.”

“Nor you,” Bucky said. He kissed her hair and let out a little huff of astonishment. “Hell, after everything I did, the fact that you even opened the door—”

“Of course I opened the door!” Jesse blurted. She sat up, took hold of his face, and practically glared at him through the tears welling in her eyes. “I will always open my door for you, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky brushed her hair back, his eyes soft as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers in his gentlest kiss yet.

“I know that now,” he said. “And I never should have doubted you. You’re so good, Jesse, and I…”

Jesse held her breath, stared—but Bucky just shook his head and stood them both up. She let out the air in her lungs slowly between her teeth. It was too much to expect that he loved her, or that he knew that he loved her if somehow he did, when he’d been so closed-off for so long.

Nevermind, she decided. If it would come, it would come. For now, he was here.

Bucky tugged her into his arms, smiling down at her with shining eyes. “Dance with me?” He led her in a twirl, catching her even closer than before.

“I don’t have a choice,” she said, smiling back, “but I don’t mind.”

Bucky held her close, his cheek pressed against her hair and hers against his chest as they swayed to imaginary music. His warm arm around her was everything she’d ever wanted since the very first time he’d held her like this. Was it a coincidence if the tempo was the same as their first song?

As if he were reading her thoughts, Bucky said, “I remember our first dance, I told you you looked out of time.”

Jesse chuckled. “I remember that too. And I think that was when I realized you deserved, well, to be happy.”

“Huh?”

Jesse blushed. “Don’t feel bad, but it just seemed awkward before then. Mostly because I was being a judgmental ass—”

“Everyone’s judgmental,” Bucky reminded her. “You told me that.”

“Fair enough.”

Bucky didn’t answer for some time. Not until he’d sent her out in another spin did he finally put voice to the thoughts knitting his brow.

“I think you had me even then,” he mused. “Just one dance, and boom. You just swooped in, out of nowhere, and there was no going back.”

“I could say the same, I think.” She moved a little away so she could meet his eyes. “Even if I didn’t realize how much you meant until Natasha came to take me away.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Pretty crappy timing. I realized I loved you right as I was leaving. Oh—you don’t need to say anything,” she added quickly. Bucky closed his mouth, but she reached up to smooth the pinch between his brows all the same, cupping his cheek once it was gone. “You’re here. That’s enough. You’re here, and we’ll go from there.”

Bucky ducked his head and kissed her, long and languid. Jesse could feel the start of something in it. Maybe not love, not yet, but something growing. Something to take them forward. Tenderness, respect, affection…

The start of something good.

Bucky pulled back. He pressed his forehead against hers and smiled.

“No going back.”

Jesse nodded. “No going back.”

fin

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x oc #bucky x oc #bucky x ofc #winter soldier x ofc #winter soldier x oc #becca writes #the not for profit fic

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katandabbieslife · 5 years ago

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Wednesday, December 12th, Kat Buys a Farm.

As some of you know, we like to post our stories in a chronological order. Spring semester got busy for us and unfortunately, a story was delayed in being posted. Now that school is back in and school isn’t too crazy at the moment, I am trying to post stuff I’ve had written for a while, but wasn’t posted for sake of keeping things in order. The previous story was Kat’s story about my all girls birthday/slumber party. This story takes place a week and a half later just as our finals week was wrapping up. She or I might have mentioned in one of the stories from our Thanksgiving break about being out on the horses and running into their neighbors that own the farm on their northern property line.

For those interested, this update is about the Wednesday, December 12th and I’m writing while we were on Winter break, visiting Kat’s parents. Many stories, I write down lots of details while they are fresh in my mind and go back to flesh out the story when I have time. This is just in case you wonder why I talk in past tense some times during stories.

For those who don’t know, Kat’s parents own a huge horse farm. Kat and Rick are also listed as part owners and employees of the family company. During our Thanksgiving break, we were on the farm. One day we went out for a ride on a couple of the horses. We were riding along a trail to the northern edge of the property and we saw a couple on ATV’s near the fence line and we rode up to check things out. It was the couple who owns the farm to the north of the property and they were only out inspecting the property line because they were getting ready to sell. They hadn’t lived on the property for the last 2 years, opting for something closer to civilization. As I’ve said before. The Closest neighbor is 8 miles away, and the house is up a 2 miles long private drive. Their house is only about 3 or 4 miles north, but since the house was vacant, there were no neighbors within 8 miles. We talked to them for a few minutes and Kat was asking questions about their farm and their kids, she went to school with them and remembered them on the bus and how they used to come across the fence and swim in one of the lakes. She asked about the Stream/Creek on their property and they said it was still flowing nicely after all these years. She asked about the house, the house is in great shape for being vacant for a few years. Then Kat gave them her number and said she’d talk to her parents. They said great since they hadn’t officially put it on the market yet and would prefer a private sale to avoid a real estate agents fee which can get pretty high when dealing with farms. Kat asked permission to check it out the next day when we had more time and daylight. They said “Sure and that they wouldn’t be there but it would be fine. Then they passed Kat a spare key to the house. On the way back to the house, Kat talked about how beautiful their place was and how she used to go over to play with their little girl when she was younger. She told me it would be awesome to add that to the farm. Around this time last year, her parents bought the slightly larger farm on their western property line and now, there was a farm slightly smaller than their original farm on the northern property line, and Kat wanted to tell her parents about it, she wanted them to put in an offer to buy it. We got back to the farm that evening and Kat mentioned it to her father who told her that he knew the place, but wasn’t sure about buying it. He wanted her to give him good, solid reasons why they should buy it. Since Kat is taking some Business administration classes, she decided she’d come up with a quick “proposal” for the purchase. She went through all the costs and fees, yearly taxes, advantages to having the extra land. She even listed reason against, just to be fair and show her father that she was seriously thinking through on all the angles. Tuesday before Thanksgiving, she actually made an appointment with him to meet in his office, a quarter of a mile from the house, in the stable barn. She gave her little proposal, they talked it over and he said ok, but she found the place, she had to do it. This was her project and as part owner and employee, she had to do the work. He told her if she didn’t want to do it, it was ok, but that he would not take over and make the deal on his own, he explained he had many other things coming, one of which was an auction for several of the Dutch Warmblood show horses. (I think they have around 80-90 horses on the farm.) She was in a bit of a panic, this was a lot of money she’d be dealing with and could hurt the company a little if things went wrong. She asked if he would help her at all and he said he’d be there for her in an advisory capacity alone, nothing more. She told him she’d think about it and give him her answer the next day, he agreed and she came home to tell me about it. She decided she would talk to the owners to get an initial sale price and decided she would tell her Dad she’d do it. I explained set your limit, negotiate and if they will not settle, she doesn’t have to buy it and the farm will not lose any money. After Thanksgiving, She was on the phone and in Skype with them several times. She asked her parents on the “wiggle room” on the price and they gave her an absolute upper limit based on what they thought would be the absolute highest price they’d pay for it. After several phone calls and actually very little negotiation since they said Kats initial offer was reasonable, only about $15,000 lower than what they finally settled on. The night before, she was in a panic mode, telling me “Omg baby, what if I fuck this up?” I kept telling her she was doing great. She talked about how the most expensive things she has ever dealt with was her car. She bought a BMW X3, for school, with her parent’s money of course, but she bought it, She haggled, she made the deal, she did everything. This girl even negotiates prices at the flea markets and rummage sales we go to. She was in hyper mode all day the next day, then we got home at night from classes and she rushed around because we’re an hour behind in our time zone. She stripped off the clothes she wore to school, got dressed in kind of a business casual look sat down and opened her laptop and stared at the screen for a good 5 minutes before placing the call. I laid on the couch a few feet away behind the laptop, played around on Twitter, and half listened in and I was so proud of her. I heard them laughing at her jokes. I heard them tell her they were impressed with her offer and how she took the lead on this from her father. They talked about how they remember her, just 10 years ago, coming over to go play with their daughter, braided pigtails and all. Now here she was, buying their farm for her parents. I may have teared up a little hearing them talk about her. I was so proud of my little one. Just proud to be the one this amazing person wants to be with.

They went over a few more details and the she told them she’d get the contracts revised with the new prices and fee’s and a couple requirements dealing with structures on the property. Keep in mind, she did all this during review and finals week and still made the Dean’s list, and managed to ace her exams. I heard her say good bye, I heard the lap top close and I heard nothing else. I looked over the back of the couch and she was staring blankly at the wall and I could see tears in her eyes. I decided to give her a minute to calm down and she came bouncing over the couch on top of me, wiping her eyes and exclaiming “OMG baby! I just bought the farm! I’m 20 years old and I bought a fucking farm!” Her smile said it all and I started crying myself. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her neck and held her so close. My girlfriend just bought a farm and I was so proud of her and didn’t want to let her go right then, but it was already 10pm back home and she still had to call her parents and email the revisions to their attorney. I let her go so she could do her work and I got back to studying for I think my last final. I finished studying and while she was on the phone with Mom (hers), I played around on my phone.

When everything was done, we jumped in the shower where I began kissing every inch of her gorgeous body. I let my hands slide down her sides, caressing her butt and squeezing her cheeks, spreading them slightly, as I kissed my way down her chest, over her belly. I twirled my tongue around her belly button a few times as I renewed my grasp on her butt and spread her cheeks further, letting my middle fingers on each hand tease her perfect little butthole, I felt her force outward to open slightly as I let one slip in for a light finger fuck. I began kissing her mound, letting my tongue slip down to the top of her slit and teasing her hood as I swirled around, almost digging under to tease her clit. I finally settled on my knees and grabbed her ankle to raise her leg and let her rest it on my shoulder. She leaned against the back of the shower wall and I was able to slide my tongue back to her asshole. Teasing and tonguing it a bit before running my tongue up through her slit, tasting her juices and sucking on her clit. I let go of her leg and slid my hand down to my own wet little pussy and buried two fingers deep inside as I licked out my beautiful girlfriend. She grabbed the back of my head and began to grind up and down on my mouth, letting me know I was doing well. After another 30 seconds, I felt her legs begin to shake before her back slid down the shower wall, and she was sitting in front of me, shaking, and staring me in the eye as I continued fucking myself. She grabbed my hand and replaced it with her own as she got to her knees in front of me and began kissing my neck, my forehead, and then my lips as she continued fucking my wet little slit with her fingers. I rocked my hips back and forth on her hand. As she forced more in me, I tried hard to force myself further on her hand as I rocked back and forth. I leaned in, toward her, and gently bit her neck while I slowly bounced on her fingers.

She was doing everything perfect and I did not want things to ends for the night, but we had finals in the morning and needed sleep. We made out for another minute or so, got out and dried each other off, and jumped in bed. I rolled over, back into my big spoon and told her how very proud I am of her, not just for the purchase of the farm for her families company, but for doing it all, during end of semester review and during finals week. She shocked her dad by moving forward so fast. He even told her she had time to get finals, and even the holidays out of the way first, but as I well know, Kat goes after what she wants. She does not give someone else the chance to jump in and make the first move, or make a better offer. She sees something she wants and she takes steps to make it hers and I love her for it, more and more each day.

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hoslen · 6 years ago

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Piano keys

paring: min yoongi | reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.4k (this is a big achievement for me)

summary: It was a boring Sunday night with your long time boyfriend, Min Yoongi. That is until he comes up with an idea that truly warms your heart.

a/n: Hello.. it’s Le! We are finally finding our inspiration to write again! and I'm back with this yoongi FLUFFFFF au! Ive been writing it for awhile and I truly hope you enjoy it! this was so nice to write since yoongi is my baby omg

─le

You tossed over on the familiar soft, double sized bed. Your arms rested on a lap. Who's? Your boyfriends. Your boyfriend of exactly 524 days. Yes, you kept count. It was Min Yoongi. The man who came into your life and stole your heart right away. You fell for his personality. It was so wild and contagous yet relaxed and diligent. He knew what he was passionate about and what he wanted to do, and how he was doing it. It also helped he could make you laugh when you cry, or laugh even more when you already are. You guess you could say he was the perfect man for you.

Your gleaming eyes looked up and met with his dark brown ones. It was ten pm with nothing to do on a Sunday night, so you and Yoongi sat flopped down on his, extremely cozy bed. Your eyes gazed over his small, sweet face. He had that beautiful smile on that made your face as red as a beat. His well known gummy smile. That smile, it was almost like his trademark, you guess you could say. It was something everyone wanted to see, for the cuteness and his happiness.

When you say everyone, it is indeed, almost everyone. Yoongi was a well known man in the music business for his beautiful pieces of work that he spend hours and hours on. He worked hard for the things he loved. He wrote pieces of music mainly for himself. They were always meaningful too. They would talk about reality. The struggles and walls of discouragment people face. That was beautiful. Instead of using his music for fame or money, he used it for a difference and for others happiness.

Yoongi's hands reached to yours, slowly grabbing the phone from your hand and gently tossing it to the other side of the bed. He wanted to focus on you, and only you, not the electronics that he claims have taken over the human race. You, of course agreed with him. Almost everyone has a phone, laptop or tablet nowadays. It's kind of crazy. Times like this with Yoongi were the best, though you never did have much to do. He gave you that glare. That glare you knew he was thinking of something. Like that time you were at a amusment park. Yoongi had this great, fantastic idea to hop on the fastest ride at the park, and drag you with him. Rollercoasters, they were great. But, did not make you, feel, great. Long story short, the fun amusment park date ended earlier then it was planned, and Yoongi needed a new shirt.

"I have an idea" Yoongi's rough voice echoed through your ears. You rolled your eyes giving off a fake "oh no what the hell are you thinking of now" vibe. "This should be fu-" before you could continue, you were cut off by Yoongi quickly sitting up and grabbing your hands, practically pulling you off the bed. He pulled you through almost every spot of his warm home. The long hallway, the cozy living space, the large kitchen. Until you reached an unfamiliar room. One that was much more warmer then the rest of his house, and surprisingly the biggest room of every other one. Yoongi's studio room. One room of his home you were never exactly in, except for a few peaks here and there. It was like his own area where it was just him and where he focused on everything from work to just day to day life things. All around there were instruments, speakers, computers, and what seemed like hundreads of other music products. Yoongi's hands swayed you over to the medium sized bench, you obeyed, following and slowly sitting on the dark brown bench that matched the piano.

"I had this since i was.." He started, but quickly stopped. You could see him counting the years on his fingers. It made you let out a small chuckle, which followed by Yoongi scrunching his nose, and man was it adorable. "Let's say.. enough years to fit on my ten fingers.. I think its safe to say, only ive played this piano. Its how i learned and found my, first love." he smiled, his eyes not once leaving you. He slowly bent down over your shoulder, taking your hands softly in his, caressing them gently. He placed your fingers so softly on the white keys with each finger, the keys gently bouncing. You couldnt help but notice how delicate they were.

"Your thumbs on C. Your pointer finger is on D, then your middle fingers on E, next is F and finally your, very small pinky is on G" He chuckled as everytime he spoke one note he would press down your finger to the key, making it make its soft, beautiful sound.

"What do the black ones do?" you smiled, turning your head, making it inches from his. Your smiles grew, and believe it or not, your cheeks still got red and warm. After so many months of dating, he still had a affect on you as if it was your first time meeting.

It was a cold tuesday night when you met Yoongi. You were walking back home from your last class of the day, when you heard clapping and cheering over in the distance. You, being intrigued with what was happening, you followed. As you got closer you could hear the faint sound of music. Not nothing up beat or multiple instuments, just one. Piano. A small keyboard was in your sight. Finally, beyond all the crown. You saw a man, sitting at a small, pretty advanced black piano, playing beautiful music with the tips of his fingers. You stood, cold, with a small smile. There wasnt a hat or box or anything for money, and you wanted to tip him. The music he was making was so, gentle and passionate. At the end of his preformance you got the urge and went up to him, taking a ten dollar bill out of your pocket. "You were very good, and i couldnt help but notice theres nothing down to pay you, so, here!" you smiled, faking your confindence since talking to new people was one of the many things you werent best at. His laugh at that time, worried you. Why was he laughing? You choked out a laugh as you put your hand out to him, handing the money. He didnt take it. "I don't need money. Your kind words were enough" he smiled, making you blush. The first blush of many. The money slowly followed its way back to your pocket, and you and the man suddenly found yourselves talking for hours until it was dark. His name was Yoongi, and he was a rising idol in the music buisness. Oh, and you also got his number.

"A black key." The man next to you chuckled while shaking his head. "They are sharps and flats. It means to play the next higher or lower key on a piano, but the key could be black or white." He smiled at you, hoping you understood. You nodded. "Okay.. I think I got it! So.. what should we play!" Yoongi scooted himself onto the brown stool next to you. His cheeks were a new shade of red youve never seen on him before. "Just follow me." he whispered, taking your hands in his and soon before you knew it, it was already two in the morning.

"And.. done!" Yoongi smiled widely, beyond proud of how quick you learned and played the song. "That was so.. beautiful. I loved it! But, I didnt reconize the song.. what one was it?" Yoongi's teeth made a way to his bottom lip. You could tell he was nervous, but why? He turned himself faced towards you, his legs hanging on either side of the stool, and you did the same. "Well.. It's a song.. I wrote" he started, his throat feeling like it had a lump stuck. "For you." he let out a calm breath, smiling brightly, his eyes curving in the same motion with his lips. You were speechless. Soon you were a bright red everywhere, your cheeks pained from the smile held so long on your face. You grabbed his face, your lips crashing to his. They moved in sync almost as if it was to the song you just played.

You were in love with him, and he was in love with you. "Thank you."

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Please write a short fic about tony catching peter drinking i would die omg

“Hey, Peter,”

He froze, eyes widening as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of expensive leather brogues scuffing along the floor a few meters from him, and he turned quickly, brow furrowed into a deep V as he watched Tony wander up to him, all smiles and casual posture, hands buried in the pockets of his grease-stained jeans. He looked like he’d come straight from the workshop, stopping only to throw on a leather jacket along the way.

Why he was here at all, however, made no sense at all.

“T- Mr Stark,” Peter said, trying to communicate with him through eyebrow movements alone. If it turned out that he had to suit up and help out somewhere, he was pretty fucked, considering the fact he’d had a bit to drink at the party he’d been invited to.

Well. He said ‘a bit’. It was possibly more accurate to say ‘a fucking shit-ton’, but whatever.

Tony looked at him blankly, before shooting another smile toward the circle of people who were stood around Peter and staring quite blatantly at the both of them. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to take Mr Parker away. He’s an intern at Stark Industries, you know how it is. Lots of work, yadda yadda, okay bye,”

And before Peter could even open his mouth, Tony had grabbed him by the arm and snatched the solo cup out of his hand almost angrily, pulling him away from the group of people and through the crowds of rowdy teenagers that littered the huge house.

“Uh, Mr Stark, wha’dd’ya want me for, exactly?” Peter asked, speaking loudly above the blaring music and wincing at how slurred his voice came out.

It had been a weird month, okay. He was just trying it out.

Tony paused, and Peter saw him purse his lips even tighter before beginning to walk again, guiding Peter through the crowds and holding him tight as he stumbled a little.

“Hey, Parker, leaving so soon?” Flash called out from somewhere to his left, and Peter stopped turning to face him as the other boy wandered toward them. “We haven’t even begun yet, Jesus, are you a pussy or what-”

“Kid,” and suddenly Tony had let go, spinning around and walking up to Flash, who seemed to suddenly recognise who exactly Tony was, because his eyes went hilariously wide and he stumbled backward a few steps. Peter snorted involuntarily, and he saw Tony turn briefly, before shaking his head and looking back to Flash, “it seems like you’re having an absolute ball here, but I’m gonna say something and I’m only going to say it once.”

Tony looked down at Flash, eyes harsh as he drew a little closer. “Leave. Peter. Out of it. Do you understand? He is not here for you to manipulate, not here for you to bully into trying out crazy shit for your amusement-”

“Tony, what the fuck,” Peter blurted, frowning and stepping forward, more than a little put out. He’d only just managed to get accepted by Flash and all the other popular kids, and Tony was just going in, ruining it all, “you’re not my dad- don’t tell me or my friends what I can and can’t do.”

Tony turned, eyebrows raised. “Friends?” He snorted, shaking his head and walking over to Peter once more, taking him by the arm. “You haven’t called in with Aunt May for two days now,” he hissed into Peter’s ear, “she’s worried sick. You are coming with me, right now.”

“No ‘m not,” Peter pushed his hand off, looking over at Tony in anger. “You are fucking….embarrassing me…. in fron’ of my friends-”

“They are not your friends!” Tony snarled, pulling his arm again, “your friends are all currently at home, worrying their asses off because this is not like you, Peter, and they didn’t know what to fucking do, so they ended up calling me. Now you will fucking follow me out of this goddamn place right now, or I am hauling you out.”

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Tony looked absolutely furious, and Peter opened his mouth to snap back, but Tony shook his head. “Do not test me, Peter,” he warned. There was something about his tone that made Peter, even in his halfway-to-wasted state, know that Tony was not fucking around.

He got the sense he was going to be in deep shit with everyone when he left this building.

“I hate you,” he mumbled, keeping his head down and trying to ignore all the whispering teenagers as Tony walked through them all, firmly holding on to Peter’s arm as he went.

He felt humiliated. He’d just been at a party. What the fuck was wrong with that? And Tony had just barged in there and dragged him out like…like he was Peter’s fucking dad or something.

And now everyone was whispering.

Tony ignored them all, Peter included as he pulled them outside into the drive where about ten different people were ogling his Audi.

“Hey, Parker, I thought you were staying ‘til Aaron could fetch the-”

“I strongly advise- unless you want me to call the cops down here- that you do not finish that sentence,” Tony told the girl speaking, looking grim as he opened the passenger door and took Peter by the back of his collar, pushing him inside when he failed to do so on his own.

“Get the fuck off me!” Peter snapped, batting Tony’s hand away angrily and folding his arms, trying to stave off the sudden wave of nauseousness that had overcome him.

“If you’re going to hurl, do it out of the window,” was all Tony said in response, before slamming the door and walking over to the driver’s side.

Peter muttered various curses under his breath, refusing to open the windows. He didn’t want everyone to see him. They’d just laugh.

Tony slid in a moment later, refusing to look at Peter as he switched on the engine and reversed out. His face was like thunder.

They were silent for all of ten seconds, before Peter burst out “okay, what the fuck is your problem.”

“Don’t swear at me, kid,” Tony replied quietly, hands gripping tightly to the wheel as he still refused to turn and shoot Peter even a sidelong glance.

“No, no, I feel like I’m allowed t’ swear in a… in a situation such as this,” Peter gestured around him, eyes narrowed as he shuffled on his ass until he was head-on with Tony’s profile. “You had absolutely no right to do what you just did- you don’t fuckin’ control my life, and you can’t jus’… jus’ track me whenever you feel like being an asshole! Will you just LOOK AT ME!” Peter yelled angrily, suddenly wishing he wasn’t quite so drunk, because he could barely see Tony in front of him and the world was spinning to fast for him to keep up with-

Suddenly, Peter was yanked forward as Tony braked harshly, pulling over and stopping the car with a jarring halt. He turned, and finally looked Peter in the eye

“I didn’t track you.” Tony said, voice beginning to shake a little as he lost whatever semblance of calm he’d been holding on to before. “You wanna know what happened? Ned called me,”

Fuck, Peter hadn’t seen him this furious since the Ferry Accident- Tony was practically vibrating in the car, fingers gripping the steering wheel like it was a damn lifeline. “I got a fucking call from your friend Ned at 2 in the God Damn morning, worried sick because your stupid ass had drunk-dialled him and said a bunch of crazy shit to him about parties and alcohol and ‘finally having a shot at being one of the cool kids, Ned, it’s insane, Ned, they got all this weird stuff for me to do but I think it’s gonna be fun, Ned’.” Tony spat the last part like is was a curse, teeth gritted as he spoke through them.

Peter stopped, stomach slowly sinking. He… he couldn’t remember that one. Maybe he’d drank more than he thought.

“It was just a party,” Peter mumbled, “it’s not like you can talk. Everyone knows what you were like. So why the fuck are y-”

“Because you’re supposed to be better than me!” Tony whispered, and it was quieter now, Tony seemed… like the fight had just drained out of him, anger replaced with something that just looked like hopelessness. “You’re not supposed to…. you don’t need to do this…. people fucking care about you, you’ve got a reason not to….” he trailed off, shaking his head again before slamming his hands down on the wheel, anger returning almost as fast as it had dissipated. “I don’t know what the damn hell has gotten into you this past month, but it ends here. Now. And you do not go back down this road ever again, you understand?”

“You don’t get to tell me who I should and shouldn’t be,” Peter yelled right back, “I’m finally making some fucking friends, and you won’t stop m-”

“STOP CALLING THEM FRIENDS!”

Tony paused, shutting his eyes and rubbing a hand across his face. “You want to know what your ‘friends’ were chatting about when I stepped through the door? They were going to slip a nice little fucking K tablet into your next drink, just to see what you’d fucking do. They were aware of your crazy good athletics skills, and they thought it would be fucking funny to see you bouncing off the damn walls, high off your head.”

Peter froze. That…that couldn’t have been true.

Tony shook his head, smirking. It wasn’t a happy smirk, though. “Ketamine is garbage anyway. It just makes you see crazy shit and then you need to piss ten times in half an hour. They don’t even know their drugs well enough to pick the right one out, but they were more than willing to test them on you,” Tony shoved a finger into Peter’s chest.

There was silence; Tony staring grimly at Peter whilst he simply stared back, a little vacant. The words weren’t quite sinking in, and it seemed Tony was aware of that, because he just sighed again and pulled away. “I’m taking you home. You need to sleep whatever you have in your system off. Obviously you have a faster metabolism than most, so you should be fine, but I’ll-”

“Please don’t take me to Aunt May,” Peter blurted, suddenly aware of how upset it would make her if she saw him drunk off his ass on a Thursday morning. “Please, she… she’ll cry, and I don’… I don’ wanna upset her. please.”

Tony glared again, muttering something under his breath before starting the engine once more. “I said I’m taking you home, Peter, and I mean it. You brought this on. You deal with the fucking consequences.”

Peter felt a little like crying himself, to be honest. He’d been rather on edge the whole night, and really, this whole bust-up was just the icing on the fucking cake-

“I hate you,” he mumbled again, folding his arms and turning away so he was facing the window.

Lucky, really, because a second later, he threw up right out of it,

“This isn’ home,” Peter said, looking curiously out of the window as Tony pulled up into a massive garage full of cars, all costing more than Peter’s entire house.

“Nope,” Tony bit out, rolling to a stop in the nearest space and then pulling out the keys, slipping out of the door before Peter could even ask where they’d ended up.

The door Peter was leaning on suddenly gave way a moment later, and a hand shot out to catch him before he fell completely sideways. “Careful, kid- your reflexes have probably been muted by the alcohol. You’re gonna have to tread lightly, unless you plan on braining yourself on the tiles.”

“Urghhh,” Peter groaned, shutting his eyes and trying to ignore the steadily growing headache and desire to vomit again. “How’d’you ever do this, Christ.”

He felt Tony tense a little beside him as he helped Peter up. “Practise, mixed with no one else around to help me up,” he said, voice hard as he stared straight ahead of him once more, a hand around Peter’s waist as he pulled Peter’s arm over his shoulder.

Thankful of the rest, Peter let Tony take his full weight, shutting his eyes against Tony’s shoulder. He was still mad, but… he was tired, too, and Tony was wearing a nice warm sweater which felt nice against his cheek. “So where are we?”

“Tower,” Tony replied curtly.

Peter frowned. “Didn’t you sell this place ages ago?”

“I put it on the market ages ago,” Tony corrected, as he hauled them both toward the elevator, “but I’ve yet to tie down any serious bidders. For now, it’s still mine.”

Peter grunted, opening his eyes.

Fuck. Mistake.

“Hurrgh, f’ck, ‘m gonna-”

Tony barely managed to hold on to him as Peter’s legs gave out and he vomited again, retching up bile and the contents of his stomach once more.

It was gross and painful and Peter was really really tired, the whole night had gone sort of horribly and he was just so fucking frustrated-

“Hey, hey, deep breaths. Get it all up, come on,” Tony spoke gently to his left, a hand rubbing soothingly against his back as he blinked back tears and threw up.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, once his stomach had quietened down. His arms were locked straight, but he felt the vague sensation as they began to buckle, and all he could think about was the mortifying concept of landing in a pile of his own vomit-

Something caught him by the back of his jacket, and he heard a grunt of exertion to his left again as Tony once more held tight and pulled him back up. It was softer than the last couple of times; more gentle and less angry, and when he was on his feet again, he felt the dizzy whirr as his head was pulled into a shoulder. Tony’s shoulder.

“Y’changed your tune,” Peter mumbled, as Tony brought his arms up and hugged Peter tightly.

“Oh, boy, if you think I’m not still furious, you got another thing coming,” Tony replied, “I’m just guessing you’ve been having a rough few weeks, that’s all.”

Peter bit his lip, letting weak arms clutch tight to the material of Tony’s sweater. “I’ve fucked up, haven’t I?”

Tony sighed, and squeezed a little tighter before letting go. “Yep. But we’re gonna fix it, okay? In the morning, though. For now- think you can walk?”

Peter nodded, but changed it to a shake as he looked at the route to the elevator. He could barely even see it; everything was spinning.

Tony huffed again. “Typical,” he said mutinously, before a sharp “if you vomit on me, I’m dropping you, capiche?”

Peter was just about to ask what he was talking about when suddenly Tony swept his legs out from underneath him, pulling him into an effortless bridal carry that would have been utterly mortifying in any other situation.

As it was, Peter was just glad he no longer had to face the challenge of having to make his legs agree with him anymore.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, head lolling back against Tony’s shoulder once more. “I didn’ mean what I said…before.”

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but deflated a second later, shaking his head once more. It seemed his damn neck hadn’t stopped moving since he’d laid eyes on Peter. “Yeah, kid, I know,” was all he replied with.

Peter didn’t remember anything else after that.

When he woke up, he was lying on the couch in what had been the Avenger’s communal living room, and Tony was curled up on the opposite armchair, watching daytime TV.

He tried to say something, but it only came out as an incoherent moan.

Tony’s head snapped over to him instantly, with what could almost be described as a battle-ready look in his eyes. “Peter? You okay, buddy?”

Unable to physically form the words without possibly projectile vomiting, he just nodded his head, curling a little further in on himself and shutting his eyes against the horribly blinding light of midday-

“Fuck!” Peter jerked, sitting up to the best of his abilities despite the horrific way his head complained. “I…school! Aunt May! I-”

“Called school, told them you needed a sick day. Called May, told her you’re with me,” Tony assured him, uncrossing his legs and getting to his feet. Wandering toward the coffee table, he bent down and picked up a glass of water, before twisting and offering it out to Peter. “Drink up” he ordered.

Peter eyed it a little dubiously. Tony just huffed in exasperation. “Believe me, kiddo, water is the best thing to take in this situation. Well- water and Advil, but you’d have to have more than the recommended dosage for it to work on you, and I don’t feel keen on putting anything else in that stomach of yours, so for now you’re just gonna have to tough it out. And drink up.”

Taking the glass in his hands, Peter took a tentative sip. His hands were still a little wobbly, but he felt better than he had last night, at least.

Tony was sat back on the armchair, staring at him. His eyes were dark and tired again- he didn’t look as if he’d slept at all last night.

Guilt sat heavy in Peter’s gut.

“You and me need to have a talk, buddy,” Tony said eventually, locking his fingers together and leaning forward, elbows resting on thighs.

“It was just a party,” Peter said again; the same thing he’d told May the first time, the same thing he’d assured MJ the second time, the same thing he’d been yelling at Tony last night-

“Peter,” was all Tony said, voice quiet and eyes horribly understanding as he watched Peter’s ashen face from the couch.

There was silence for a few seconds, as Peter took another sip.

“They’d been mean to me for so long, Tony. When they started inviting me places, I just… I just wanted to fit in. For once. Is that so bad?” He said, his voice all stupid and wobbly as he looked stubbornly at the coffee table.

There wasn’t a reply, but he heard another quiet sigh.

Of course Tony would be disappointed. They were so fucking different, Tony had never had this problem, he’d always been invited to the places, he’d always known the right people and talked the right talk and done the right thing, all the way through school. Tony had never been laughed at, and even if he had, he would have just hit back ten times harder, taught them a lesson, not just stumbled over his words and blushed like a fucking idiot-

“I’m gonna tell you a story, Kid,” Tony said, and Peter jerked when he realised Tony had moved, and was now sliding down to the floor, his back up against the side of the couch. “And this is a real fitting story, full of good life lessons and morals, so listen up.”

Tony bit his lip, visibly appearing to steel himself as he took a harsh breath and stared ahead of him.

“There was a kid, once- shockingly similar to yourself in a lot of ways- who went through a pretty similar experience as you’re going through now, except maybe a year or two earlier,” he began, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against the carpet as he spoke.

“He was too smart for everyone else, really. Not even in an egotistical sort of way- he just worked on a different level to everyone else. Too smart, too much stuff going on in his head, and just as much shit happening out of it. He was never normal. He never…got that part of life.”

Tony’s nose wrinkled a little, and he pulled a face, “ugh, that sounds so fucking cringey, but just- just bear with me a second here, okay, I’m working on it-”

Peter, despite himself, giggled. “Take your time, I’m not exactly going anywhere.”

Tony shot him a look, but it wasn’t one of disapproval, exactly- probably one sublevel down from that.

“Anyway,” he said, a little too loudly to be casual, “yeah. This kid, right. Really smart, but damn, did he make some fucked up choices. Choices that still stick with him today. Choices that are gonna stick with him for the rest of his life, because that’s the kind of fucked-up we’re talking here.”

Tony’s head leaned back against the side of the arm rest, and he stared at the ceiling. “He didn’t get on well at school, in the beginning. Graduated into college way too young, and no one took him seriously. If he wasn’t getting spat on by the older kids, he was just getting ignored. It sucked. And… and then, it seemed like things changed.”

Tony looked directly at him, and in that moment, Peter saw more of himself in Tony Stark than he’d ever seen in anyone else. “They invited me to a stupid party down at some girl’s house, Peter, and they told me I’d make loads of new friends if I made enough people laugh.”

“Come on, Parker- there’s a party downtown tonight, and people have been wondering if you wanna go. Might be a new chance for you to make some cool friends.”

“If you act like them, maybe they won’t be dicks to you.”

“Come on, it’s just one drink. Don’t be a loser.”

“So I went,” Tony continued, “I went down there and I made damn sure everyone knew my name by the end of the night. I did everything they asked me to- i drank everything they shoved in my face, smoked whatever blunt they passed ‘round, fucked whoever wanted to be fucked, because I was so damn desperate to be like them. To be accepted.”

Tony stopped, shaking his head and then looking over to Peter.

��Once you’re in that cycle, Peter, you don’t leave it. Ever. The drink? Drugs? It stops being something you do for fun. You realise it’s the only thing that can make you into the person you want to be, can make your brain just fucking shut up for a second and let you enjoy yourself. It becomes a necessity. I know more geniuses who have some sort of addiction than I know supervillains. And believe me, there are a lot of supervillains.”

Peter opened his mouth, unsure of what exactly to say, but wanting to try anyway. Tony, however, put up a finger to silence him, obviously not finished with his speech.

“Now here’s where our paths diverge,” he said, making a fork shape with his hands and looking up at Peter seriously. “You have only just touched upon this world. And you already know it’s not what it’s cracked up to be, right? So what you are going to do is step the fuck back. Re-evaluate. Learn from my mistakes, and stick with people who really care. Because you have that,” he said, almost like a plead, his face pained as he looked up at Peter from the floor. “You have people who are really there, for you. And Jesus, Peter, you gotta hold on to that with everything you got. That doesn’t come around often.”

“I know,” Peter said quietly, thinking fondly of Ned’s soft smile, or MJ’s persistently un-amused left eyebrow, always raised in judgement. “I know.”

Tony stopped- everything except his fingers, anyway- and stared at Peter for a long time before saying “If you continue, I’ll kill you. Seriously, I won’t watch you do that to yourself. Ever. You’re so much more than that.”

“You managed okay, in the end,” Peter said, mostly to himself. “Just, out of curiosity, what exactly would you do?”

Tony pointed a finger immediately to the window. “Well, for starts, there’d be no more swinging around New York in your fancy suit. I wouldn’t trust teenage me with an Ironman Suit if you paid me, and that applies to you, too. Also, you quite clearly can’t handle your drink, if last night was anything to go by, so it’s not like you’d be fit to go fighting villains whilst in that state.”

“Hey, in all fairness, I did have a hell of a lot yesterday,” Peter defended himself.

although from the glare Tony sent him, he guessed it would have been better to keep his mouth shut.

“Not something to be proud of, Pete,” he warned, getting to his feet and stretching. “God, I’m tired. You know how stressful it is, staying up all night to make sure your idiot kid doesn’t choke on his own vomit,”

Peter froze. So did Tony.

“You know what I meant,” Tony stammered, waving a hand across his face and acting nonchalant as he stepped off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Peter smiled, unable to stop the warm feeling that was spreading through his heart. “I know what you mean.”

Tony made a few more indignant-sounding noises from the kitchen, and there were a few bangs of cupboards before Tony finally declared; “we officially have no food. Although, that’s not a surprise. No one lives here, after all.”

At the mention of food, his stomach gave a betraying growl which felt almost as painful as the headache. Peter was pretty sure Tony heard it from all the way in the kitchen, because there was yet another sigh of exasperation.

“Because I am a brilliant person, I will go and grab us some breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever,” Tony said, stepping back out into the living room and grabbing his wallet from the table. “Remote’s on the table. Phone in my jacket pocket. Apology phone-calls strongly suggested. Thanks to my quite frankly stunning persuasion skills, Aunt May isn’t expecting you back until later tonight, so you have time to relax and pull through the hangover before your ultimate demise when she does finally get hold of you.”

Tony stopped by his side, and looked down at him, squeezing his shoulder tight. “Don’t do that to me again, Peter. Please.”

Peter nodded. “I promise.”

He meant it.

#peter parker #tony stark #avengers #dad tony stark #sort of #i have been wanting to write a fic all damn day and it's only at 11pm i start #and continue on until 2:30 #although who really cares because I'M ON HOLIDAY SO I CAN STAY UP AS LATE I WANT #HECK YEAH #anyway #uhhh #tony gives Peter Serious Life Lessons #And guess what: it's emotional #what a fuckign surprise

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