#Okay I'm going to bed now goodnight everyone! :D

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[somegrumpynerd]

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[wrestletotheground]

settle down - ross macdonald x reader

summary: you and ross are staying in your old house with your family for the weekend, but you find it hard to keep quiet when everyone's asleep...

wc: 1.9k

cw: 18+ minors dni!!! f!reader, angst, fluff, smut, dom!ross, 'good girl', fingering, gagging, slight degradation, choking kink, d word bc i can't help myself, spit, general filth tbh x

'i can't believe i'm actually about to sleep in the bed you grew up in,' ross says, shaking his head in disbelief as he pulls off his tshirt, climbing into bed beside you. 'I can't believe you've spent the day with my insane parents and are willing to stay here for two whole nights', you reply with a giggle.

your parents had been tormenting you to have him over for dinner ever since you moved in together a month ago, claiming you were both in need of a decent meal and a break from dirty dishes.

you'd finally agreed to go back and stay for the weekend. obviously ross got on well with your family as they'd met countless times before, but having him stay over, sleeping in your childhood room, feels daunting. as if it's the final layer he has to go through to know every part of you inside and out.

your parents are well asleep by now, having gone upstairs just before you and ross. with the emptiness in the living room, you'd straddled his lap, grinding into him softly as you littered kisses down his neck.

his heavy breathing was an indicator of how worked up he was getting, although it was less sexual and more passionate, a simple display of your love for each other. shortly after, you'd both gone up to get ready for bed, lovesick and giggly.

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darkness floods the room with a click as you turn off the old pink lamp beside your bed.

'goodnight baby,' you say to ross as he presses a loving kiss to your temple. 'night sweetheart,' he murmurs, letting his hand fall down to your stomach as he settles his head into the pillow beside you. the warmth of his body is comforting and strong beside you, but your thoughts are elsewhere.

a wave of intense emotion starts to take over as you lie awake staring at the ceiling, your mind racing. the nostalgia of being in the room you grew up in is making your head flood with memories of long sleepless nights spent in this exact place. many a night were filled with tears and hopelessness, going through things no young girl should ever even have to think about. you're doing so much better now, having created a new life and a new home for yourself with your perfect fiancé. your eyes brim with fresh tears as you lie mourning the lost teenager that once sat here. you wish you could give her a hug and tell her that it truly does get better.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself, before shakily placing your hand over ross's, needing him close to you. the feeling of him beside you relaxes you, it always does. you can't help the flutter of arousal that runs through you at the pressure of his hand weighing down on your lower abdomen.

his eyes open suddenly, flicking up towards you. you didn't even think he was still awake with how sleepy he'd been only moments beforehand. you snap your eyes shut, as if that would trick him.

'baby, are you okay? what's wrong?' he asks sleepily. he props himself up on his elbow and brings a hand to your face to caress your cheek gently.

you turn to face him. 'yeah, I'm just- it's okay, don't worry, I'll be fine. just need you close to me'. 'darling, what's up? talk to me'. his voice is laced with concern and you silently curse his ability to read you like a book at all times.

'I was just.. thinking about how happy I am now, compared to how it was when I was younger. I used to think I was- I don't know, broken. but everything has gotten better since I met you, and not to be too sappy but I'm so glad I get to make happier memories here with the love of my life'.

'god you're making me emotional too, love,' he smiles and kisses you gently. 'I love you, and im so glad we found each other.' you look into his eyes adoringly and smile. 'i love you too', you reply.

you settle down into each other, ross lying on his side with his arm across you. the ache between your legs is still there, but you decide to close your eyes and try get some sleep.

until his hand begins to rub up and down your thigh, inching further and further up with each stroke before he rests it on your hip, fingertips rubbing in light circular motions dangerously close to where you need him.

you need him to fuck you so badly, but the risk of being heard is so high. you know you wouldn't be able to control yourself with the way you melt into him as he worships you.

'mmh ross, we can't, not here', you mumble, instinctively leaning into his touch despite your words. 'why not?' he asks, smirking up at you as he presses light kisses down your neck. 'i want to but my parents are next door, the walls in this house are like paper.'

he lifts his head up, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear. 'well you'll have to be quiet then won't you, love?' he whispers, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear. you exhale sharply as his fingers graze over your clit, instantly making you wet. 'fuck,' you breathe, squeezing your thighs in around his hand. 'ah ah, you're gonna take it like a good girl aren't you?' he says softly, grabbing your leg closest to him and pulling it up over his to give him more access.

you writhe under him as his two middle fingers continue to swipe lazily up and down, stopping suddenly. 'aren't you?' he says again, his eyes stern. 'yes- mmh- i'll be good,' you whimper desperately, earning a grunt of approval. 'there we go, relax darling, let me look after you', he replies.

the endless band posters and picture frames that cover the walls seem to be watching on in silent judgement, making you hyper aware of where you are. to be honest, the immorality and risk of it all is just making you more turned on, more desperate for him than ever.

he traces your soaked entrance teasingly before slipping his middle finger in to the knuckle, making you gasp, your back arching into him. 'shh, you said you'd be good,' he mutters, curling his finger inside you and stroking upwards. your eyes roll into your head at the heavenly sensation.

he doesn't waste time before adding another and you can't help the sound that spills from your throat, louder than you expected. he stills inside you, your slick dripping down his fingers. your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his eyes, looking down at you with a heavy gaze.

'if you're not quiet I'll give you something to whine about and we don't want that do we?' he's practically growling at you, making you like putty in his hands. 'n-no, please, daddy' you whine under your breath. the magic word. his breath hitches and his eyes roll back into his head. 'fuck, there's my girl', he whispers, his eyes snapping back to yours instantly.

with that, he starts moving in and out, dipping his fingers in as deep as they can go and drawing them back again in quick, fluid motions. obscene sounds break the silence of the room, barely noticeable above the haze of pleasure taking over your body.

your walls pulse around him, enhancing the feeling even more. he throws his right leg up over yours, holding your legs open for him. he curls his fingers inside you, using his thumb at the same time to press into your clit, hard. you have to hold your breath to suppress the scream that's lingering in the back of your throat, coming out in a pathetic barely audible whimper as you exhale.

his other hand creeps around the back of your head, never slowing his rhythm between your thighs. he reaches your mouth and covers it tightly with his whole palm, muffling any more noises you would've let out. suddenly he shoves three digits into your mouth, making you gag as they hit the back of your throat. you close your lips around them and start sucking, swirling your tongue around and coating him in spit, never breaking eye contact. he groans softly, flashbacks filling his mind of how your mouth feels around his cock.

your mouth hangs open as he hits the deep part inside you and your eyebrows furrow, hips bucking into his hand in time with his movements. he's fucking you hard and fast, pinning you to the mattress.

'ross, I can't - mfh- fuck, i'm -' you start, although it comes out muffled and strained around his fingers that are still deep in your mouth. the vibration of your voice goes straight through his hand, the sensation making him feral.

'one more fucking word from you and you're never going to finish do you hear me?' he whispers aggressively, eyes stern. you nod your head in silent response, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

he takes his fingers out of your mouth, dragging his soaked hand down to your neck and presses in on either side just below your jaw, all the while his fingers are working you to your core. you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.

he reaches a particularly deep spot inside you that makes your stomach coil. your head is spinning, face scrunched up in excruciating pleasure, on the brink of the peak you've been desperately chasing as his strokes get quicker and more precise.

'please...' it's barely a whisper, more of a breathy plea for him to let you come. 'let go. let me fucking feel you all over me. pretty. little. slut.' each word is punctuated by a hard thrust into you, the final one sending you over the edge.

your vision turns to white and you clasp a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming, your hips rolling into his hand as you ride out your high. his hand that's now drenched, warm honey dripping down onto his palm.

you exhale sharply as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up in front of you and spreading the two middle ones that were curling inside you moments ago. a wet string of your arousal connects them at the knuckle and you watch him dazedly. he drags them almost reluctantly towards his mouth, as if he didn't want to stop looking, and runs his tongue up the wide v shape, collecting your juices into his mouth.

it's a filthy sight that leaves you awestruck. he smirks at you as you lie gazing at him, being broken out of your lustful trance when he leans in to kiss you. as soon as your lips part his mouth is hovering above yours as he taps your jaw lightly. you open your mouth wider and he takes his chance to slowly spit into your mouth. the taste of the two of you is warm and feral and addictive.

he whispers again, breath ghosting over your lips. 'good girl'. you're too flustered to respond with words, so you slide your hand up around the back of his neck and pull him into another kiss. tongues moving languidly against each other. it's loving and soft, a stark contrast to what he was like moments ago, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[goldenempyrean]

"Don't worry about me, bambina."

〚 Notes - Trying to get back into the swing of writing :D I will get requests done at some point, I have so many I need to get through, but this was just something I couldn't get out of my head :P - Slight TW for fainting <3 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina Deluca 〛

〚 Summary - Between a crucial board proposal and a chronic lack of sleep, Carina exhausts herself and begins to neglect her health. Maya can't help but worry. 〛

〚 Wordcount- 3,920 〛

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Maya Bishop was used to being stressed, hell it was practically part of the job description. Running into fires, saving people from emergencies, making life altering decisions. These were all things that were bound to cause stress. But that was all just part of the job. Maya could handle it, and she could handle herself. She was used to it by now. 

The one thing that was new to her however, was being stressed on someone else's behalf. She didn’t even know it was a thing until she had started dating Carina. But now, being stressed about her wife was just natural to her.  

Well, maybe stressed wasn’t quite the right word actually - she never was any good at identifying her feelings after-all.  Maybe actually the closer word would be worried.  

Sure of course she’s been worried for Carina throughout their relationship; when things got heated at the hospital, when Carina helped out on wildfires calls. But all of those were small individual things, solvable things which ended with reassurance and cuddles. This had been going on for a week. 

Monday: 

Carina hadn’t started her day well; she’d woken up late after a power-cut had meant her phone hadn’t charged throughout the night - missing her alarm. 

The doctor had currently been preparing to give an incredibly important proposal to her hospital’s board of directors to get more funding for the department.  

Rushing out of bed, she had barely managed to get dressed and grab her notes before darting out the door. After all, being late for work was only going to hurt her chances of them taking her seriously, the proposal was on Wednesday, she just needed everything needed to run smoothly until then. It wasn’t just her that the outcome of this meeting was going to affect. This influenced everyone. 

But of course, things did not run smoothly. 

Tuesday: 

If a goodnight’s sleep was what she needed to rest and recuperate from the absolute shit show that was yesterday’s shift, then Carina would simply have to do without. 

How could she sleep when she needed to find a way to make up for the mistakes made yesterday? Sleep could wait, first she had to find a way to recover and get the board on her side. 

It was safe to say she barely closed her eyes for more an hour before the blaring of her alarm made her jump back into reality. Carina stifled a groan as she forced herself to sit up, rubbing at the dark circles forming beneath her eyes before slowly starting to get ready for there. 

She gathered her notes once more and prayed that things would be better than yesterday. 

They were not. 

The Italian barely had time to breathe between back-to-back patient consults and an unexpected meeting with the hospital's administration. By the end of her shift, Carina’s voice was beginning to feel a little hoarse, a tickle in her throat that she brushed off as fatigue. She didn't have time to be sick, not with the proposal looming over her like a storm cloud. 

Maya had noticed, of course. She always noticed when something was off with her. That night, as they lay in bed, Maya wrapped her arms around her wife, pulling her close. 

"Are you feeling, okay?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing gentle circles on Carina's back. 

"I'm fine," Carina replied, a hint of irritation in her voice before she cleared her throat and rolled over to face the wall, “I’m just tired. It's nothing." 

But Maya wasn’t convinced, but she simply hummed, leaned down and pressed a kiss to Carina's forehead, lingering there a moment. Was it her imagination, or did Carina feel a little bit warm? 

Wednesday: 

When Maya woke up that following morning Carina was not in bed. The space beside her was cold, meaning she had been gone for a while. Maya sighed, running a hand through her messy blonde hair before reluctantly getting up to search for her wife. This was the second night in a row now. 

She found Carina in the kitchen, hunched over the table with papers scattered around her. A seemingly untouched cup of now-cold coffee sat nearby. With the blue light of her laptop shining back at her, Carina’s face was pale, and she had a blanket draped over her shoulders. She was so deep in concentration, hardly noticing Maya's presence until she spoke. 

"Sweetheart, you need to take a break," The firefighter said gently, trying to keep the worry out of her voice, “You’re running yourself into the ground. You can’t keep doing this.” She fought off the urge to sigh as she took her wife’s cup to pour away the forgotten drink. 

Carina simply nodded though she hadn’t really been listening much, in all honesty Maya's voice felt distant, her concerns a mere echo in the background against the pressure of the looming proposal only hours away. 

Getting ready for work was a blur, everything seemed to fade together in a feverish fog. Before she knew it, Carina was driving herself to work, forcing her eyes to stay wide open as she drove down the crammed streets. Truthfully, she knew really shouldn’t have been driving especially not after the way a sudden, particularly rough sneezing fit nearly had her drive straight into a someone’s mailbox on her way out of the neighbourhood. But what choice did she have? She had to get to work.  

Today was far too important to be messed up over some less than great driving. 

She arrived at the hospital feeling like a shadow of herself, her head pounding and her throat scratchy. But she had to do this. Not just her, but everyone in the department had worked too hard for this.  

The conference room had been filled with stern-faced board members and a few colleagues who had come to show their support. Carina set up her laptop and took a deep breath, glancing at her notes one last time. When she began her presentation, she felt an odd detachment, like she was watching herself from a distance. 

Her voice cracked and wavered slightly as she spoke, but she pushed through. Each slide seemed to take an eternity however, and she could feel beads of sweat trickling down her back despite the cool air circulating in the room. There were times that she moved to point at a chart that her vision blurred leaving her having to grip the podium to steady herself again. 

Halfway through, Carina's throat started to burn. She paused to take a sip of water, her hand shaking slightly as she brought the glass to her lips. It hurt to swallow, and she fought back a wince as she sat the glass back down harder than intended. The board members exchanged glances, but no one interrupted. She cleared her throat and resumed speaking as she forced herself hold to the eye contact, praying that whatever false confidence she was feigning was convincing enough. 

By the end of the presentation, Carina was swaying on her feet. She managed to field a few questions from the board, though her answers were not as sharp as she would have liked. Finally, she wrapped up, thanking them for their time before exiting the room as gracefully as she could manage. 

As soon as she was out of her, Carina let her head fall against the wall and breathe deeply, an action that caused her to double over in a horrendous sounding coughing fit that had several nurses look up in concern and begin to make their way over to her before she managed to get a hold of herself. 

"Dr Deluca, I don’t mean any offence by this, but you don't look too good. Maybe you should go home?" A kind looking woman had suggested gently. 

"I'm fine," She insisted, though even she could hear the unhealthy croaks and cracks in her voice, "Just a bit tired." 

But the doctor knew she was more than just bring tired. Carina was sick and exhausted, and it was catching up to her fast.  

She fought back the urge to sneeze, instead managing to stifle a sharp painful sound into her elbow before waving off the nurse who simply shook her head with a pitiful expression before leaving her to her devices. 

Scraping what was left of her dignity from the floor, the Italian retreated to her office and locked the door behind her. 

By the time that Maya had came home that night, the brunette was already in bed. Curled up and fast asleep beneath a huddle of blankets.  

At the sight, Maya couldn’t help but smile a little, glad that her wife was finally resting. Carefully she came to sit on the edge of the bed and reach up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Carina’s ear. Her smile slowly faded as she realises two things. 

Carina was still wearing her scrubs… and she was absolutely burning up. 

Thursday: 

The following morning, Carina woke up feeling like she'd been hit by a freight train. Her head throbbed, her throat was on fire, and every muscle in her body ached. She shivered despite being bundled up in multiple blankets, her skin clammy with feverish sweat.  

Something damp slipped down from her forehead, and she could make out the outline of a small obviously used icepack which she figured Maya must’ve put on her after she’d fallen asleep. With a groan Carina and tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the pillows with a defeated sigh. 

Maya, who had been quietly getting changed into her uniform, frowned deeply. Even in the dimly lit room she could see the flush of fever nestled deeply on Carina’s cheeks and hear the way her breaths came in shallow, raspy gasps. She did not sound well. The blonde frowned and slowly came over to her side of the bed, kneeling to press the back of her hand to her wife’s forehead. 

“Poor thing, you’re still burning,” The blonde sighed, “Go back to sleep love, I’ll let the station know you can’t make it in.” Maya smiled softly at her sick wife, not at all ready or expecting what came next. 

Carina seemed to gain a burst of energy as she immediately sat up, her eyes wide, “Fuck, we have clinic day.” Her voice was so crackly and congested that it was hard to even make out what she’d said. 

The blonde blinked in surprise, usually her wife never swore like that. If anything, she’d usually scold her for being potty mouthed. 

“You can’t seriously be thinking you’re going in, right?” She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over as she gave a look which held the unspoken words of ‘are you kidding me?’. 

"Yes, I am," Carina croaked, her voice strained and barely audible. "Clinic day is too important. They need me." 

Maya's jaw tightened as she fought to keep her temper in check. "Carina, you're burning up. You can barely talk. How are you going to make it through a full day of work?" 

The brunette swung her legs over the side of the bed, wobbling slightly as she stood up. "I'll manage," she said, though her legs felt like jelly beneath her, I've managed before." 

“You’ve pushed yourself all week! I only let it go for this long because I knew how important the proposal was to you.” Maya dug her heels in, trying to stay calm and not let the overwhelming surge of emotions overcome her, “But your proposal is over now, you can’t continue like this anymore, you’ve hardly slept more than a few hours all week!” 

Maya’s frown deepened as she watched Carina stagger towards the bathroom, her movements slow and unsteady. 

“Carina, you’re being ridiculous! You’re going to make yourself worse,” she called out, but Carina didn’t even glance back. 

In the bathroom, Carina leaned heavily on the sink, gripping the edges as if they were the only things keeping her upright. She glanced up at her reflection and winced. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was pale except for the feverish flush on her cheeks, and her hair was a tangled mess. 

“Great,” She muttered, reaching for a tissue to blow her nose. The sound echoed painfully in her head, and she winced again, feeling a fresh wave of dizziness wash over her. 

As she did so, her wife appeared in the doorway, arms still crossed, her expression a mixture of concern and exasperation. “Sweetheart, please. You need to rest. They can manage one clinic day without you. You’re no good to anyone if you collapse halfway through your shift.” 

Carina shook her head stubbornly, though the motion made her feel even dizzier. “Don’t worry about me, bambina. I’ll be fine. I just need to get through today. We both know the clinic is short on staff.” 

That part was true, so very painfully true. Maya sighed, her hand coming to rub her forehead before waving her off in defeat, “Fine but there’s no way you’re driving there.”  

There really was no point in arguing anymore, she knew how stubborn her wife could be and she knew there was no getting her to back down on this, even if it was for her own good. 

The drive to Station 19 was tense and quiet. Maya glanced over at Carina every few seconds, worry etched deeply into her features. Her wife was slumped in the passenger seat, her head resting against the cool window, eyes half-closed as she fought to stay awake. Every so often, a shiver would wrack her body, making the firefighter clench the steering wheel tighter.  

“You sure you’re up for this?” Maya asked, breaking the silence, her voice soft but laced with concern when Carina had unsuccessfully stifled her third sneeze into her elbow. 

“I’ll be fine.” Carina sniffled, pawing at her nose before giving in and using a crumpled tissue from her pocket, “I’m okay.” 

It wasn’t long before they arrived and as they entered the station, it was hard to miss the worried gazes reflecting from the crew. Andy was the first to approach, her eyes widening as she took in Carina's pale, feverish appearance. 

"Jeez, you look terrible," Andy said bluntly, her brow furrowing. "Are you sure you should be here?" 

"I'll be fine," Carina rasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to get through today." 

Andy looked to Maya, who gave a small shake of her head, indicating that arguing would be futile. Instead, she sighed and nodded, motioning for them to follow her to the clinic area, “She’s a walking biohazard Bishop.” Andy muttered once Carina was out of earshot. 

“I know, but she’s already promised to double-mask and there was no way to convince her to stay home. She’s beyond exhausted and she’s too worn out to stop herself from running on autopilot.” Maya sighed, she agreed with Andy that she shouldn’t be here but making her wife to stay home forcefully wasn’t going to help the situation. 

The captain shook her head, concern etched into her features. If this were anyone else, they would’ve been on their way back home already, but Carina was the only OB in the clinic and there was a high chance they’d need her, "Alright, but let's keep a close eye on her. If she gets any worse, we're sending her home. No arguments." 

By some miracle the doctor had managed to make it through the first few hours, though it was clear to everyone around her that she was struggling. Her bright cheery attitude was nowhere in sight and her usually put together outfit was, well, not all that put together - not that you’d notice much with how she had bundled herself up in her white coat, not that it helped to fight off the chills running up her arms. 

At some point Maya had been called away to speak with Andy and the Chief in the captain’s office to make a report on an accident that had happened on a previous call, leaving Carina with a soft kiss and telling her to take it easy. 

The clinic hadn’t been particularly busy, so she came aside to begin reorganising and restocking some of their supplies, stopping every few minutes to muffle a harsh sounding cough into her elbow. She’d been wearing a mask regardless, but the habit was still engraved into her. 

"Carina, you really don't look so well," Ben commented gently, concern evident in his voice as he came to her side, offering a bottle of water. He’d promised Maya he’d keep an eye on her when he could, “Do you need to take a minute? We’re not busy, you could probably lay down if-“ 

"I'm fine," The Italian cut him off, but her voice cracked, and her body rippled with a shiver that she failed to hide. She leaned against the rack of supplies before reluctantly accepting the water and taking a sip after Ben had practically pressed it into her hands, “Thank you.” 

Still, she had work to do. Not soon after she’d finished organising, a young lady came into the clinic. She was pregnant, second trimester and had been complaining of backache and fatigue. Carina guided her through the examination, trying her best to keep her voice steady.  

Midway through explaining the treatment the patient should take, Carina felt an overwhelming urge to sneeze. She excused herself politely, stepping out of the examination booth to avoid potentially exposing the mother-to-be. 

Outside, leaning against the curtain rack surrounding the makeshift exam booth, Carina sneezed violently into her elbow. Several heads looked up from across the room and Warren was quick to jog over with a tissue box in hand. 

"Hey, do you need me to take over?” Ben asked with genuine concern, holding out the tissue for her to use, “I think you need to sit down.” 

Carina nodded weakly, taking the tissue and thanking him in a hoarse voice. She tried to straighten herself up but was hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. Her vision blurred momentarily, and she staggered, struggling to regain her balance. 

“You gonna be okay?” Ben frowned deeper, looking to see if they had a spare bed for her to sit on. 

Before she could respond, Carina felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The room spun around her, the edges of her vision darkening. She reached out, grasping for something to steady herself, but her fingers only met empty air. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor with a soft thud. 

"Carina!" Ben shouted, quickly kneeling beside her and checking her pulse. It was rapid and weak. "Someone get Maya!" he called out, his worried yell echoing through the station. 

Within moments, Maya came running, her eyes wide with panic. She dropped to her knees beside her, cradling her wife's head in her lap. "Carina, sweetheart, wake up," she pleaded, brushing a few strands of hair away from her clammy forehead. 

Ben knelt to press a thermometer against her skin, it beeped after a second and produced a red glow from its digital screen, “Far too high.” He mumbled to himself before pivoting and jogging off to get some supplies. 

By the time he’d ran back, Carina groaned raspily, slowly stirring awake. She could hear voices around her, muffled and distant at first, then gradually becoming clearer as she blinked her eyes open. The first thing she registered was Maya's worried face hovering above her, her eyes filled with both relief and lingering concern. 

"Hey there," Maya whispered gently, brushing a hand over Carina's cheek. "You gave us quite a scare." 

Carina tried to respond, but her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. She managed a faint nod instead, feeling utterly drained and disoriented. 

"You passed out," Maya continued softly, her fingers tracing soothing circles on Carina's forehead. "Do you remember?" She shook her head and jolted a little as she registered the feeling of a needle being inserted into her. 

“Ben’s just giving you some fluids, okay? You’re dehydrated.” Maya assured her, cupping her face gently.  

Ben gently placed a hand on the OB’s arm, his expression serious yet compassionate. "Carina, you really need to finish this IV. You've pushed yourself way too hard, and your body needs the fluids. There's a fever reducer and general paracetamol in there so it’ll take a few hours to run through. 

Carina nodded weakly, her eyes flickering with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "Okay," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible above the soft hum of the station's activities. 

“Bishop.” Maya looked up to see Andy making her way towards them, “Chief’s given it the okay for you to be subbed out. You can take Carina to lay in your bunk until her IV’s finished then you can take her home.” 

The blonde nodded at Andy, relief washing over her. "Thank you so much.” She nodded, her best friend giving her a comforting smile and a reassuring squeeze of her shoulder. 

Carina's eyes fluttered open and closed, a faint smile appearing on her lips. "Grazie," she whispered, her voice was barely audible by Andy gave her a knowing smile. 

 Maya turned her attention back to her wife, "Alright, let's get you somewhere more comfortable sweetie," She murmured, carefully helping Carina sit up. Ben steadied Carina from the other side, ensuring she wouldn’t fall again. 

They took a few steps, but Maya couldn’t help but worry as her wife swayed even in their grip. Instead, she told Ben to take care of the IV line while she leaned down and picked up Carina into her arms. The brunette whined softly but didn’t complain, instead burying her face into Maya’s neck as she carried her towards her bunk. 

As they reached Maya's bunk, she carefully lowered Carina onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable and propping her up slightly with pillows. Carina's eyes were half-closed, her breaths shallow and uneven, but she managed a faint smile as Maya tucked the blanket around her. Ben hung her IV on a hook above the bed and excused himself to give the two some privacy. 

"I'm sorry," Carina whispered and reached out, her fingers brushing against Maya's hand. "I shouldn't have come in today. I should've listened to you, I just-” 

Maya shook her head, her expression softening as she sat beside Carina, holding her hand gently. "You don't need to apologise, love. I know how hard it is for you to stay away when you think you're needed." She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Carina's forehead. "But you need to take care of yourself too. We need you healthy." 

Carina's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her grip on Maya's hand tightening slightly. "I just... I hate feeling useless," She admitted, her voice cracking with emotion. 

"You're never useless," Maya cooed, brushing away a stray tear from Carina's cheek. "You're one of the strongest people I know. You’ve done so much this week, you’re just exhausted. You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

Carina's eyes fluttered closed again, her exhaustion pulling her into a deeper state of drowsiness. She nodded faintly, the tension in her body gradually easing as she let herself relax. "Grazie, Maya," she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Maya said softly, continuing to stroke Carina's hair gently. "Just rest now. I'll be right here with you." 

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[hunterwritesstuff]

Same anon who requested the linzer fic and it was so cute I adored it!!! Should make an anon name for myself....snow anon maybe? Or maybe something else? Idk! Btw saw your introduction post and I'm also autistic so I understand need for detailing and I usually try to pack detail into something unless my brain battery is low lol! But for now...I got another request for ya!

Autistic female reader x Shining glitter and I got 3 scenarios cooked up! I'll let you choose or maybe we can do multiple in seprate requests if you end up wanting to do more than one and I can request it again or idk...sorry if this is weird to offer, i just find em all cute....all are possible things Shining glitter comes home to when they come back from a tour that they don't take y/n on because they know y/n would probably get overwhelmed:

1. Shining glitter coming back from a tour to find that y/n stayed up late to welcome her home and is very drowsy so Shining glitter has to put them to bed despite y/n wanting to welcome them home with some time to spend together...maybe Shining glitter has to sing them to sleep in order for them to be unable to fight the eepiness anymore!

2. Shining glitter comes home to y/n greeting them like an excited puppy, happily stimming and rushing at them with hugs and cute couple stuff ensues...maybe involving Shining glitter singing to calm y/n down if they think y/n is getting a little over excited since their singing always calms them down.

3. Shining glitter surprises y/n by coming home earlier than they expected and surprising y/n with their favorite food, favorite board/card/video game set up, and just watches as y/n comes out from their room to see the surprise! Happy stims ensues and happy girlfriends have fun together!

Hope you like these and have fun!

Of course! Snow anon totally works! Gonna throw these into a blender and make something outta it, hope that's okay! :D

You sat on the couch, having put the dinner you cooked in the microwave as you waited tiredly. Your girlfriend was coming home, so you wanted her to have a warm welcome! She'd been gone a while, so you wanted to make sure she felt welcomed!

You almost started to doze off before you perked up, hearing the sound of a pair of familiar keys turning in the door's lock. The door opened and your girlfriend stepped in. "Honey, I'm-" She was cut off as you tackle-hugged her.

"Oh! Hello! How long have you been waiting for me, love?" She asked, laughing softly.

"Since you texted!" You smiled tiredly. The smell of dinner wafted through your shared apartment and Shining Glitter Cookie sighed in relief.

"Mmm....something smells good...what'd ya make?" She asked, picking you up and carrying you into the dining room with her.

"Your favorite! Hot Jelly Stew with bubbly boba to drink!" You smiled. "The food is in the microwave, the drinks are in the fridge!"

Shining Glitter set you down in your typical seat, going to grab your dinner. "Yours is the one without the pearls, I'm guessing?" She asked.

"Mhm, you know me! It's a sensory sensation I can never really handle, ha ha..." She dropped your dinner off, kissing the top of your head.

"That's okay! I know it isn't something everyone can handle!" She giggled. The two of you ate dinner together, occasionally making small talk, which was mostly just you asking how your girlfriend's tour went.

After dinner, she carried you into your shared bedroom, you giggling and basically infodumping about how much you loved your girlfriend's music and how if and when you got married, you wanted to see if the music played could be hers.

Eventually, it got to be bedtime, but you were still going. Shining Glitter loved you, but she wanted sleep, so she just sorta...pulled you under the covers, singing softly to get you to calm down, eventually getting you to calm down enough to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, love~" And she kissed the top of your head, falling asleep with you.

Hope you enjoy! :D

[markjelol1112]

I'm yours a Ningning x Giselle ningselle story p1

Mark Killian and Thomas went go to a world championship karate of jasmine but Daniël was not in the mood for that and has other plans as Winter Karina and Ningning where there too this was the chance of Daniël for fulfill his dream to be a father now but Mark told Daniël to do not doing that as they left the house Daniël heading to Giselle her room

Daniël thinks what Mark said to him to not gonna do this but he doesn't listen he stands at the door of Giselle her room but the words of Mark telling him to return hurting his head and wants to have a child with Giselle but the words from Mark still keep spinning around like crazy like he is forced to return to his room

As Daniël knocked on Giselle her door

Yes who's there." Giselle said again

Giselle it's me Daniël." Daniël said again

Giselle opened the door and saw Daniël

Hi can we talk about something." Daniël said again

Daniël I can't Ningning will be mad at me and at you Daniël so will you turn around and go away." Giselle said again

As Daniël locked the door

Daniël what the f*ck are you doing

Nobody is home so we are all alone." Daniël said again

Daniël no get out." Giselle said again

As Daniël kissed Giselle and Giselle gasped for that but returned the kiss

As Daniël used his tongue into Giselle Giselle let out a soft moan out her mouth as she pulled Daniël to her bed

Daniël you make me doing this." Giselle said again

Oh yeah finally." Daniël said again

As Giselle ripped the clothes of Daniël of his body and Daniël has a boner in his underwear and Giselle saw that and s*cking it with pleasure

Daniël likes it what he made for Giselle

As Giselle was putting her clothes off she was completely n*ked and she put Daniël his d*ck in her p*ssy and moaned when she went up and down

Yes I wanted this all along." Daniël said again

Make me pregnant then do it now." Giselle said again

Oh my god I'm going to c*m." Daniël said again

And Daniël c*mmed in Giselle her p*ssy as Giselle moaned after the c*m of Daniël came in her

Daniël don't tell anyone about this okay." Giselle said again

I won't okay." Daniël said again

And he put his clothes on and got in his room immediately before someone noticed it

As Mark Thomas Killian jasmine Karina Winter and Ningning came home something just happened but they just celebrated the golden medal of jasmine her world championship karate she is world champion of karate now

We are home." Mark said again

I going to Giselle maybe she is okay." Ningning said again

Good idea we will celebrate tomorrow." Mark said again

As everyone was sleeping Giselle was getting dizzy

Ugh my head." Giselle said

Giselle babe is everything okay." Ningning said again

Yeah I'm fine." Giselle said again

Okay goodnight my love." Ningning said again

Goodnight my love Ningning." Giselle said again

As the next morning came Giselle was getting more and more dizzy and ran to the toilets and she thrown up

What the f*ck was that." Jasmine said again

I don't know we gonna look." Mark said again

As Mark and Jasmine where the first founding Giselle on the toilet throwing up

GUYS COME OVER HERE NOW GISELLE IS SICK." Mark yelled again

What's going on." Ningning said again

Don't ask me Ningning." Thomas said again

Ugh this sickness is killing me." Giselle said again

But Mark noticed something but didn't find out what or who it was or be

Jasmine I gave you permission to do something to someone if I know who it is." Mark said again

As Daniël took 2 steps backwards

Daniël what have you done." Killian said again

What me uhm nothing." Daniël

Suspicious Daniël Luckily I got this." Mark said again

As Daniël knew that it was indeed a pregnancy test

Here take this Giselle." Mark said again

As Giselle took the pregnancy test and test herself

12 minutes later everyone heard Giselle screaming in the bathroom as Mark was first there to look

What is it Giselle." Mark said again

It's positive I'm pregnant." Giselle said again

I'm gonna be a mother." Ningning said again

Uhm Ningning a woman cannot make a women pregnant you know that." Mark said again

[kuumara]

Mike Wheeler h♥tes rodents

Max, Lucas, El, Dustin, Mike and Will are hanging out at the all-new, premium Castle Byers. Well- Minus Will. He just excused himself and went to the Byers' house. This is happening more and more, ever since summer break started and they've all been hanging out 'til dark.

Mike doesn't like that. He wants to softly say goodnight to Will when the party all part ways for the night and they walk behind the others, in their own little world... Wants to hug him goodbye and linger for just a beat too long... And just generally be with him longer (yes, he has made up romantic scenarios about them. They won't be fictional for long, though, he thinks).

But now he can't, since Will leaves an hour earlier than everyone else. And if he said goodbye every time he excused himself- what would Will think? That Mike doesn't want to see him for the rest of the night and that he's rude. And Mike wants the opposite of that.

So, it's natural that when this happens tonight, he excuses himself as well to follow Will. The others give him a smug look. What?! Mom said I need to come early tonight. Shut up, Max!

As he's following Will to the house, he is barely catching up with him. Will is damn near sprinting. And Mike's never been the athletic type (Will is though, his brain smugly remarks. He can't get a break from all the teasing even in his own head!)

When Mike gets to the house, he's already lost Will. But he knows he went here. He heard doors closing. He knocks on the door. Joyce opens. Mike puts on his best good-boy impression, saying Will forgot something and Joyce is left charmed (It's not really all an act, Mike just says it is so others don't make fun of him) and lets him in. She says Will went to his bedroom.

"He's been very tired, since you guys run around all day! Don't work him too hard from now on," she says. Mike knows this is suspicious, Will's been the one to always drag them around town all day.

When Mike enters Will's room, quietly in case he really is just sleeping, and slowly in case Will has a- a girl over. As much as Mike hates to think about it, it's still not too far-fetched. I mean, they're 17 now. Mike wishes they were still 7. When he could hold Will's hand and not think too hard about it, when they could still share a bed at sleepovers. Not that Mike would mind it, or Will. The others might, however. Mike finally opens the door.

...there's a bunny on Will's bed. It's just sitting there. No sight of Will, just an open window. Maybe he went outside? I knew it, Mike thinks. He's got a girlfriend. I'm such a creep. Why did I ever thing it was okay for me to think about-

The bunny was staring at Mike, scared. It had thick brown fur, and it's ears were giant. Like, twice the length of the rabbit. Probably.

Mike stared back for a while. Then, he closed the door behind him, since Joyce is probably wondering why're they so quit for so long.

Mike came closer to the bunny, it still being scared. He stared at it suspiciously, kneeling down, leaning his elbows on Will's bed. Mike didn't know what to do.

So he just stared at it until he could hear the others' voices from outside the window, and decided to bolt. He didn't want them to see him and be suspicious.

The next time he saw the bunny, was when he and Will were having a sleepover a few weeks later. He hasn't forgotten about it, no, the opposite actually- he was watching Will very closely and asking him about... girls which had made Will look at him weird every time.

It was just them. Mike liked to have one-on-one time with Will, he was like a drug addict to his attention. They were just making up a premise for a new D&D campaign, when Mike had to go downstairs because his mom was calling him. Will laughed at him as Mike rolled his eyes, and when Mike came back up to his room, all excited to tell Will a joke he'd just remembered, there was no Will to be found. Just an open window and below it, the damn rabbit.

Alright now this was getting really suspicious. Will wouldn't've just left Mike! He's not like that-

The bunny started jumping around, and it was quite loud. The thumping of it's big feet is causing a ruckus, and Mike doesn't want someone to come in and see a rabbit instead of Will. So, he picks it up and tries to restrain it. The bunny goes limp the second Mike brings it to his chest, squeezing lightly. Mike got scared he suffocated the poor thing- but it was looking at him with big, cute eyes and Mike decided he liked rabbits now.

He waited by the open window for a while, and called Will over phone and walkie. No one picked up. Guess it's just him and the rabbit now, he sighed and scratched the fluffball, lazily lounging on Mike's bed.

Mike soon decided that it's not worth it, and closed the window. He'll give Will a piece of his mind in the morning. He covered himself with blankets, still sharing a bed with the rabbit. It basically never took it's eyes off him, and Mike covered it with the covers as well. Eventually, he fell asleep after hours of feeling like a schizophrenic patient.

It's morning now- the sun has just started to rise. Mike would never in his right mind wake up this early. But he didn't wake up voluntarily- low humming was filling the room, waking him up. Mike thought it was just his ears, but then from behind his back soft light started to glow. Mike, of course, got scared as shit and jumped to turn around. And where there was a bunny just last evening, there was something glowing under the covers.

The light eventually stopped, Mike staring there eyes and mouth wide open the whole time, and-

And Will peeked from underneath them. Mike almost screamed, but was too breathless for that.

Will smiled up at him nervously and apologetically. Mike was still laying there, breathless, facing Will.

A shirtless Will, to be exact. When Mike noticed that, he finally regained consciousness and became way too aware of the little bit of space between them- the bunny was small, but Will was a lot bigger than a bunny. Mike backed away with light-speed, and fell off the bed. Hitting his head on the night stand in the process.

"Jesus! Are you alright?!" Will leaned over the side of the bed. Mike was feeling dizzy, and he couldn't open his eyes- or his vision was black.

Will covered himself with a blanket and came to sit next to Mike. He lifted Mike's head up, gently feeling for blood or injury at the back of his head. And Mike was making nonsensical noises, which Will laughed at nervously.

"Wait- wait here," Will said now, rushing to get his clothes from his backpack. He put them on, despite Mike still being in the room with him. Then he went somewhere, and returned a moment later with a wet towel which he then held over the bump at the back of Mike's head.

That helped, and Mike could experience being held by Will in full consciousness. He was staring at him with wide, shocked (lovestruck) eyes, Will staring back, concerned and increasingly more nervous.

Then, Mike's mom came in and took over, and he went to the hospital. Thankfully his skull is thick, so he didn't get any bad injuries- except his mind being screwed up because of that rabbit- Will? Will-rabbit?? Willbit?

"Yeah- believe it or not," Will chuckled, after explaining everything about his rabbit form to Mike in his basement. Mike was shocked- baffled- awestruck-

"So how- How did I not see that earlier?" Mike whined, feeling like he hasn't been paying enough attention to Will for all his life, despite wanting him to pay attention to him, which made him feel like the most selfish idiot in the galaxy-

"It comes with puberty, I guess," Will shrugged. He clearly didn't think it was a big deal. "It's stupid, I know-" he chuckled, and locked eyes with now less-shocked Mike.

"Does that mean werewolves exist, too?" Mike asked, a bit scared now. Will tensed, and nodded.

"Yeah. And a bunch of other abominations, too," he said, jokingly. But Mike didn't like Will talking about himself like that; his confidence has gotten better this past year, but before he used to always tell self-deprecating jokes, and Mike never got used to knowing Will actually thought about himself in that way. The sweet, nice, perfect, beautiful, funny, smart, snarky, talented Will.

"You're not an abomination," said Mike with a hurt expression, and held Will's wrist. The latter looked at him surprised, and then smiled fondly.

"I know," he said, and squeezed Mike's hand in return. They sat in silence for a bit, hand in hand.

"Can you turn on command, or something?" Mike asked, and Will snorted.

"No," he said, simply. "It's not really a pleasant process, to experience or to watch," he said. Mike felt bad. Will noticed, squeezed his hand some more.

"Well. It's not that bad. You get used to it. And I really can't turn on command, only when it's less than half a moon in the sky." He rushed to comfort Mike. But Mike felt embarrassed now, he should be the one comforting Will.

So he did what he's wanted to all summer- he hugged him, and he planned on letting go after a while. But then Will hugged him back, and melting into him wasn't a part of Mike's plan.

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@light-lanterne came up w this idea

anyway i wanted to write more but im sick and my head hurts so my thoughts dont work... but feel free to come up wit ur own bunny will shenanigans mayb write a fic if u wanna😳 i want more willunny propaganda

[idy-ll-ique]

Hi,I'm glad you're back now.

If you don't mind, can I have a request about

alpha!Bucky and Beta!reader？

maybe they are roommates and Bucky finds out that reader's scent can calm him down in pre-rut.

Also Bucky would be possessive and overprotective about reader in his rut.

most fluff and some smut maybe?🥰🥰

butterfly

pairing: alpha!bucky barnes x f!beta!reader

genre: omegaverse, fluff, smut

warnings: no explicit sex, but mentions of masturbation

requested: by anon :D

prompt: see above

word count: ~4k

summary: bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

author's note: hiya peeps! okay first of all, i'd like to apologise to anon if this is not upto par, the truth is i don't know jack shit about the omegaverse and just to write this fic, i had to open google like a million times. but i was determined to make it as omegaverse-accurate as possible, so that you guys can have a good time. hope anon and everyone else likes it! enjoy!

masterlist

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God, what the fuck…

Bucky groaned and turned on his side, adjusting himself before trying (and failing miserably) to fall asleep. He'd been trying for hours. No matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to have his goodnight's sleep; something was bothering him, something within his body— oh. No. Bucky haphazardly sat up, running his fingers through his long hair. "It can't be," he mumbled to himself, getting up to check the calendar kept on his desk. 

The last time was 5 months ago. It was natural for an alpha to go into rut a couple times a year, so this wasn't… something to be alarmed about. But the question is, what was Bucky supposed to do now? "I can't," he sighed and went back to bed, laying down. The symptoms would start kicking in soon, he realised; just as the thought crossed his mind, his body started feeling— different. Heat rushed through his entire body as his blood ran south. "Not now, fuck," Bucky hissed.

At least he knew now why he was feeling restless. Deciding to get himself a glass of water, Bucky somehow stumbled out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, passing by his roommate's bedroom. She was an unmated beta; a nice woman, and Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't have any kinds of feelings for her. Y/N was her name, she was— extraordinary. Yes, betas were as ordinary as can be, but to him, she was magical. 

Pausing right outside her room, Bucky gently pushed the door open and peeked in. There she was, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world, her blankets off her. Bucky gulped when he noticed the way her tank top had ridden up in her sleep; she wore the shortest shorts, too… He gripped the doorframe tight as he felt his cock getting hard just looking at her. "Ruts are the worst when you don't have a mate," he whispered to himself before letting go of the doorframe.

He entered her room to fix her blanket; as he got closer to her, he stopped. Bucky sniffed the air; her scent. Betas did not have strong scents as compared to alphas or omegas, but their scents were distinct nonetheless. And Bucky… liked hers? He'd never gotten within a foot's distance of her, and even when he had, he had not noticed her scent. But now, while going into a rut… Her smell was majestic. It was so beautiful, that Bucky simply stood there next to her bed, staring at her.

He felt… calm. It was like the restlessness he'd been feeling since a few hours just vanished into thin air. How? "Who are you, Y/N?" After fixing her blanket, Bucky left her room and went to the kitchen. As soon as he left her room, all his restlessness came back. "What the fuck," Bucky cursed and got himself a glass of water.

But as he sat at the dining table, simply staring at the glass kept in front of him, he felt someone's presence in the living room. Turning around, he saw Y/N walking in, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Buck, you're still awake? Is everything okay?" He smiled apologetically. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, little one." She chuckled and shook her head, plopping down on the sofa cross-legged. "No worries, I sensed that something was up. Why aren't you asleep yet?" Bucky sighed, wondering whether to tell her or not.

"You're going into a rut."

Instant whiplash. Bucky's head snapped in her direction, a look of disbelief on his face. Y/N laughed a little. "Sorry, I mean, the symptoms are all there, plus your scent is a little stronger than usual… I know you don't have a mate yet, so if you want, I'll help in any way I can." Bucky's eyes widened at her offer. "You don't know what you're offering, little one, don't say that." Her eyes went wide as well. "No! Not sex, no! I mean… I've heard cuddles and stuff works too… and you might get a fever or something so I'll look after you, all I'm saying…"

Bucky felt relief at her words. "You wanna cuddle with me?" he smirked, loving the way her cheeks heated up. "Only to help with your… condition," she mumbled and got up, sitting next to him. But as she did, once again being within a foot's distance of him, he started feeling calm. Just like he had in her bedroom. "You—" he blurted out, "Can you just sit there, please?" Y/N's brows furrowed as she picked up the jug of water kept on the table and a glass.

"What's up?"

"Don't go," he insisted. Something must be the reason. Y/N placed her palm on Bucky's face, caressing his soft, stubble-covered cheek. "I did promise you I'll help in any way that I can, so I guess…" Bucky kept his empty glass down as she picked up her full one. They maintained eye-contact while she finished her glass of water. "How's Steve doing?" Steve, last name Rogers, was Y/N's older brother and an alpha. He was also Bucky's childhood best friend, hence why Steve allowed him and Y/N to be roommates.

"He's okay. I guess I can't invite him over for 2-3 weeks, now, can I?" Y/N chuckled. Bucky forced a smile. "Yeah." He missed his friend. Steve had a mate already, her name was Peggy, Peggy Rogers née Carter. She was an alpha herself, and even though two alphas bonding was relatively unheard of, Steve and Peggy were happy. "Go to sleep, Bucky, goodnight." Before she could leave Bucky caught her wrist. He couldn't let the source of his calmness go.

"Will you," he blurted out, "Will you please sleep with me tonight?" Y/N burst out laughing. "I already told you, Buck, no sex—" He shook his head. "No, I mean, next to me, please. It's… it's something I'm testing out." Y/N's brows furrowed as she sat next to him again. "Testing out? What?" Bucky cleared his throat and looked away. "When I came into your room to check on you— I— I noticed your scent." Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"I liked it," he continued, "It… made me calm. Please, Y/N, two weeks, I'll not bother you after that." She clicked her tongue and pulled the man into her arms immediately, giving him a hug. The truth was, just as Bucky liked her, Y/N liked him. Ever since they'd met, she'd harboured a massive crush on him, not knowing he felt the same way. That's why she was so adamant on helping him; maybe while taking care of him now they'd grow closer, and something will happen…

Y/N knew that in front of an omega, she had no chance, but she had never explicitly heard him saying that he wanted to mate with an omega and an omega only. It was quite the opposite; Bucky wanted a beta. Specifically, he wanted Y/N. The heart loves who it loves. Bucky quietly wrapped his arms around her waist, his face buried in her neck. Her scent was even stronger now, and Bucky instantly relaxed into her arms.

"You know I'll help you, Bucky," she mumbled to him, "Let's go to bed now, come on." Both of them got up and headed to Bucky's room. When Y/N walked in, his scent that filled the entire room hit her in the face like a sack of wet mice; she coughed a bit, taking deep breaths from her mouth until she got used to the scent. "That was too much for you, huh?" Bucky laughed seeing her reaction. She gently hit his shoulder and sat next to him as he lay down on his bed.

"Goodnight, little one, go to sleep soon," he warned her and closed his eyes, finally falling into the peaceful slumber he'd wanted since the beginning of the night. Y/N, meanwhile, looked around his room a little more; she adored it. She hadn't expected him to be a neat freak but he was, his room was super clean, and everything was in its designated place. His desk was clear, except for a diary, a pen, a laptop, its charger and a table lamp. "He keeps a diary?" she whispered to herself.

Wow. One surprise after another. After a quick scrutiny of his room, Y/N went to lay down too but paused when the urge to pee hit her. "Damn it." She got up and left Bucky's room to go to her own bathroom. 

When she came back Bucky was awake, looking around his room, lost. "Bucky!" He looked at her and sighed with relief. "I woke up. Where'd you go?" Y/N sat next to him and poked his nose.

"Went to pee, idiot."

He tittered and lay down, this time, pulling her down with him. "Bucky, that tickles!" Y/N giggled when his arm went around her waist as the other pulled the blankets on both of them. "I'm not letting you go this time, missy, stay right here." Her cheeks were heated as she calmed down, relaxing in his arms. Why, pray tell, had they never cuddled before?! They'd known each other for years! "This is nice," Bucky muttered exactly what they were thinking. "Yeah," she whispered back.

"Goodnight, my little butterfly." A new nickname. Y/N laughed a bit and shifted closer to him. "Butterfly?" He hummed. "You're my little butterfly." He absolutely adored the way she snuggled further into his arms, burying her face in his chest. Why couldn't it be like this always, and not only for the sake of relieving his restlessness? "If Steve catches you saying that you're dead."

"Only if I die."

"You sound like Thor!" Y/N cackled and Bucky laughed along. "Enough now princess, both of us need sleep." The laughter quieted down and silence filled the room as both Bucky and Y/N closed their eyes.

"Ai ai ai, I'm your little butterfly, green black and blue make the colours in the sky—"

"Shut up, I swear to God."

"Sorry, my Samurai."

"Y/N."

"..."

"I'm sorry, my little butterfly, please continue with your silly lullaby."

"Ai-ai-ai, ai-ai-ai, ai-ai-ai, where's my Samurai?"

"I'm right here."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop."

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If Bucky thought his pre-rut was bad, the first day of the actual rut made Bucky want to pull his hair out and eat it. He'd been lying in bed all day, constantly feverish, and heaven knew he'd pleasured himself more than 5 times just that afternoon. Y/N had gone to work; as much as he wanted to keep her locked in the room with him, he knew her work was important so he didn't. "Ah, oh fuck," he hissed as his hand leisurely stroked his cock. 

Images appeared in front of his closed eyes; Y/N. Y/N with her pretty smile. Y/N wearing a gorgeous pink sundress. Y/N wearing a bikini, at the beach, with him. Y/N wearing lingerie. Y/N wearing her tank top and shorts from last night. Y/N wearing… nothing. The perfect curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs, her butt— Bucky groaned loudly as he came for the umpteenth time that day. Most of the time, his last thought was about Y/N as he orgasmed.

The other times, he'd watched porn. Cleaning himself with the towel that had been lying next to him since morning, Bucky sat up and stared at his erection. Why wouldn't it go away?! He grumbled and got up, pulling his boxers on. The jug of water on his nightstand was empty; grabbing it, he went to fill it up. But as he stood in the kitchen, he suddenly heard the main door opening. "Bucky, I'm home! I bought take out!" He smiled widely. "Y/N, in the kitchen."

She walked in and her smile faltered. Shirtless. She'd never seen him shirtless… Her gaze appreciatively raked over his body, and she cleared her throat when she saw his erection that formed a tent in his pants. "Food," she mumbled and went to keep the bags on the dining table. Bucky had noticed it all; he smirked a little and followed her outside. Keeping the jug of water next to the bags, Bucky trapped her between the table and his arms.

"I missed you today," he whispered huskily and Y/N looked into his eyes, alarmed. Do his eyes look more… golden than usual? "What are you doing?" she whispered back and Bucky growled softly, slamming his fist on the table. "I've known you for years, my little butterfly," he snarled, "I've liked you for years, ever since we were young. Why didn't you tell me you felt the same way?!" Caught. Y/N cleared her throat and looked down. "I thought you'd prefer… an omega…"

"An omega? When someone like you exists? Never in a million years, sweetheart. We've been living together for some time now, we always take care of each other, why do you think I do it? Why do you think I don't bring anyone home? The same reason that you don't, pretty face, because the one I like is already at home, with me." Y/N's eyes threatened to fill with tears. The whole time, he felt the same? It was like a dream come true.

Slowly leaning on her tiptoes, Y/N pecked his lips. "I love you." Oh, how he'd been dying to hear those words fall out of her mouth. "I love you too, my little butterfly," he choked out, his throat closing up from all the emotions he felt. Happiness, regret, relief, sadness… His hands reached up and he cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a proper kiss. Y/N kissed him back, a lone teardrop sliding down her cheek. Bucky, when he felt it, pulled away.

His thumb flicked the tear off. "Now now, little one, don't cry. I'm right here, I'll take care of you. Shh, baby," he chuckled softly as she buried her face in his chest, sobbing a little. "I never thought you'd feel the same," she wailed, "I'm so glad you do." Bucky hugged her tighter. "Nonsense. The only girl, the only woman I've ever looked at in that way is you. Now I know why your scent calmed me down, why it always, unconsciously, calms me down. Whether I knew it or not, you've always been the one, doll."

"I'm hungry," she murmured into his chest. "Ah, of course, of course." Pulling away, Bucky sat on a chair but before Y/N could sit on another one, he pulled her on his lap, holding her close. "This is your seat for the next two weeks, my love, if you ever think of leaving the house, I swear—" Y/N laughed and flicked his forehead. "What if I have to buy groceries?" He shrugged. "I'll come with you. No one touches what's mine, no one even looks at what's mine."

"With your constant erection? I'll pass." Y/N cheekily rubbed her butt against his hard-on, making him choke on his own spit. "Don't fucking do that, please, I'm already sore as it is," he groaned and Y/N laughed harder. "How many times did you jerk off today? 10? 20?" Bucky smacked her thigh in warning. "Around 7, or 8, I think. My dick hurts, baby, but it won't fucking go down." 

"Aw, I'm sorry! Just a few more days!" With that, they took out the food Y/N had bought; pizzas. They talked about their day as they had their food, and occasionally about what their supposed future would be, too. "Will you be my mate, little butterfly?" Bucky questioned as Y/N finished the last slice. She looked up mid bite, blinking. "A-Are you sure?" Bucky smiled and rubbed her thigh. "You don't have to answer now, think about it first. But I'd love it if you said yes."

The thought had crossed her mind several times. What would it be like to be Bucky's mate? Heaven, that's what. "I'll think about it," she mumbled, accepting Bucky's kiss on her cheek. She quickly finished her pizza and got off of Bucky's lap, picking up all the empty boxes. Bucky helped her tidy up the dining area and kitchen; after that, they went to their own rooms to get ready for the night.

Y/N shamelessly put on her most revealing clothes; a tank top she'd borrowed from Bucky and her shortest shorts. Well, borrowed would be a wrong word since she— stole it— but she loved it too much! It was too big on her; when she put it on, the sides went so low that the sides of her boobs were visible and the neckline also went so low that her cleavage was visible. Then she brushed her teeth, checked herself in the mirror once and went to Bucky's room.

Bucky sat impatiently on his bed, waiting for her. He wore nothing but a pair of silk pyjama shorts, and his dick, oh God, his dick was still hard. "Hi Buck!" Whirling around, his jaw dropped when he saw her standing there wearing his tank top. His shirt. When did she get it? "Where are your pants?!" She lifted the hem of the tank top to reveal her too short shorts. Bucky groaned audaciously, palming himself through his shorts. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me, doll."

Laying next to him, aware of his every move, Y/N draped her leg over his, much too close to his erection. "Let's sleep." With his head thrown back, Bucky moaned. "Stop doing that, I agreed to your promise of no sex." Y/N clicked her tongue, shifting even closer to him. "That was before I knew you liked me. I take it back." He placed his hand on her thigh in warning. "I'll not be responsible for what happens to you, I swear."

"Bring it on, soldier."

"You asked, bunny."

Y/N gasped when she was suddenly flipped on her back, Bucky laying above her propped up on his elbows. It was a long night…

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"Hey, Y/N!"

"Hey, punk."

"O-Oh, hey, man, where's Y/N?" Bucky turned to see the unconscious figure lying next to him in bed. "She's still asleep." Steve checked his watch. "It's 11:30 am, I purposely called late but she's still asleep… did she go out last night, what…?" Bucky smirked, lying back down with his arm underneath his head, his head placed on the open palm of his hand. "She didn't go out, but she's tired. A lot. Sore, even."

Steve took a few moments to process his words. "Did you fucking have sex with my sister?!" he proceeded to scream and Bucky winced, pulling the phone away from his ear. "Jeez, calm down, we've liked each other for a long time, it's not a one-time thing." Steve stammered incoherently on the other end. "I know you two have, why do you think I allowed her to stay with you?! I just… you don't tell brothers that stuff, come on…" Bucky laughed at that, before realising.

"Wait what, you— you knew?!"

"No shit, Sherlock. I could tell, Becca could tell, my mom could tell, your mom could tell, everyone could tell except you two. You're made for each other, you know, both of you daft as fuck." It was Bucky's turn to stammer incoherently. "Well I guess I— I really do love her, Steve." Steve smiled. "I know you do, Bucky. I guess I can call you my brother now; you will become my brother-in-law, won't you?" Bucky chuckled.

"I'd be damned if I don't."

"Buck, who's on the phone?" Turning next to him, Bucky crooned when Y/N sleepily stirred herself awake. "It's my brother-in-law." Steve laughed on the other side, sending a quick smile to Peggy who sat next to him as Y/N blinked at Bucky a couple times before rolling her eyes and snatching the phone. "Hey loser, what do you want?" she greeted Steve and he faked an offended gasp. "I'm still your older brother, Y/N, Jesus. Anyway, Peggy and I are throwing a party tonight."

Y/N sat up at that. "Tonight? Bucky and I won't be able to make it tonight, is it something special? If it is, I'll come, but Bucky can't." Steve's brows furrowed, but then he realised. "It's not something urgent, we were just going to invite some friends over for dinner. We all haven't met in a long time, right? If… I mean, Bucky is… don't worry, we can host the party a few weeks later." Y/N's eyes lit up. "Yeah, thank you! That works well!" 

"Great. Okay, love you, bye! Hold on, hold on, hold on, Peggy wants to say hi."

The voice switched. "Hi Y/N! How are you doing, sweetheart?" Y/N smiled widely. "Hello Peggy! I've missed you so much!" On both ends, the men miserably watched as their ladies talked on the phone. 15 minutes, then half an hour, then 45 minutes, and finally an hour passed but the conversation refused to end. "And then I ran into Sam a couple days ago, his new girlfriend is gorgeous!" Peggy gushed and Y/N squealed.

Bucky stared at the wall ahead of him, bored, as he held Y/N in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder from behind. Steve, on the other hand, held Peggy's hand, rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb as he waited for the chat to end. "Is she?! Did you talk to them, what does she do?" Bucky groaned under his breath. "I think she's a police officer, she has a high rank if I remember correctly." Steve threw his head back with a deep sigh.

Finally, when the time neared an hour and a half, both men snatched the phones from their ladies at the same time. "You'll get to meet her in a few days, talk to your heart's content then!" Bucky insisted and Y/N chuckled, covering her mouth. "Oops, sorry! Okay okay, you can talk to Steve now." Bucky held the phone to his ear. "Hello?" "Hey Buck. "Okay, goodbye." "Bye." Y/N rolled her eyes as Bucky ended the call.

"Well it's not our fault men don't have nothing to talk about," she huffed and Bucky pulled her closer. "We talked before you and Peggy did, we didn't have anything else to say. Besides, if you chat with Peggy for hours now, what will you talk about at the party?" Y/N realised he had a point. "Hm, good point." Giving Bucky a quick kiss, Y/N got out of his arms and stood up, only to stumble as her legs gave out on her. But before she could fall, two strong arms pulled her to a firm body.

"I tired you out, huh?" Bucky asked cockily as he carried her bridal style out of his room, towards her own. "Nah, more like I got cramps in my legs from sitting and talking to Peggy for an hour." Bucky sputtered indignantly as she offered him a nonchalant smile. "But I have to have done some damage—"

"You're losing your edge, old man."

"Is it?! Well I'll show you, I've got high libido for a few more weeks, by the end of it let's see if you can even sit up." Y/N gasped, hitting Bucky's shoulder. "I have to work!" He tsked. "I don't give a shit. You challenged me, my little butterfly, you have to face the consequences." She huffed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're lucky I like you, old man." Bucky smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, my bunny."

"Ai ai ai, I'm your—"

"If I hear that song one more time I will kick you out of the house."

"Great, I'll go live with Steve and complain that you kicked me out and then he'll come to beat your ass while Peggy and I can continue our conversation."

"We'll see who beats whose ass."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed! (also, to the others who have requested fics, your prompts are safe in my box, and i promise i'm working on them! they'll be out soon! :D

[gretavanbear]

Warm Me Up.

Jake Kiszka x fem!Reader

your mother's friend stays over for the night, but she fails to mention her son sleeping over as well.

[ notes :

3k words.

me thinks this is the longest one i ever wrote. fuck, i need help ! :D

jake come help me.

touch of voyeurism- sorry but the way jake stares is so fucking hot, a lot of teasing, and good old smut! ]

"[y/n]!?" your mother calls out from downstairs, her voice faint as she's far from your room.

"yeah?" you answer loudly, instead of leaving your room and seeing her right away.

"come here, please!" she calls out and you sigh, getting out of bed and making your way down the stairs.

"yeah?" you ask as she stirs her spoon in her coffee, sitting at the kitchen table.

"my friend is going to be sleeping over tonight, since she's in town for her son's show." she starts, smiling at you softly. "only for tonight, just so she doesn't have to book a hotel or anything" she adds and you nod. you pull out a chair at the table and sit next to her.

"what time is she coming?" you ask and your mother takes a sip of her coffee before responding. "and, where is she going to sleep?" you add.

"she's going to be here in about three hours. and she'll sleep in my room. i know you work this afternoon so you can take my car, is that okay?" she asks and you nod, pushing away your fear of driving for the sake of your mother and her reconnection with her friend.

"i'm going to get ready for work now, so that'll already be done" you respond and give her a kiss on the cheek, before making your way back to your room.

as you walk in your room after a nice warm shower, you decide to clean up a little bit instead of waiting around for the clock to hit the time you need to leave. you make your queen bed and place all your pillows nicely, clean up your nightstand and pass the broom so your room looks straight out of a movie set.

-

you sigh as you park the car in your driveway, closing your eyes and imagining your day at work being flushed away like a wave in the sea- in other words, it was shit. and, you needed another shower.

as you walk into the house, you're greeted by your mother and her friend, both holding a glass of wine. you wave gently and she pulls you in for a hug.

"oh! [y/n] you've grown so much since i last saw you! you are so gorgeous!" she gushes and you can't help but blush.

"thank you" you reply softly, not remembering her name.

"karen. sorry, you probably don't remember me, the last time i saw you, you weren't much taller than this." she smiles and shows you how tall you were with her hand. you nod and smile as she looks at you with a proud look in her eye.

"she just finished work so she's pretty tired" your mom speaks for you- and she's right. you just want to shower and sleep right now.

"oh right, right. let's catch up in the morning, yeah?" karen smiles and you nod quickly, shooting her a smile. you hug them both and tell them goodnight.

as you get out of your second shower of the day, you brush your hair staring at yourself in the mirror. you wrap your towel tightly around yourself and make your way to your room. everyone is asleep by now, and you had not realized how long you had taken in there.

as you turn on the light, the figure of someone under your sheets startle you and you yelp in fear. the person gets out of the bed immediately.

he's hot. really hot. shirtless- with only grey sweatpants on, long brown hair, brown eyes. fuck, this really hot guy was in your bed. his skin is smooth and he's taller than you. he has a startled look on his face- his lips parted. he looks incredibly soft.

"who are you! why are you in my bed?" you ask quickly, coming to your senses. clutching on tightly to the towel covering very little of yourself.

"my mom- your mom- they didn't tell you?" he gasps, shocked as well. his low, groggy voice barely above a whisper.

"no!" you whisper, your fingers starting to shake against the wet towel.

"i'm so sorry. i'm jake. your mom said i could sleep in here." he explains, sitting down on the bed and his eyes drift slowly to your thighs, your hips. you cover them with your free hand and scoff. even though you like it- he can't know.

"fine.. we'll figure it out. uhm, i need to change." you say softly, your heart beating faster as the words come out. "just.. turn around for like five minutes." you add and he listens. he stands up and turns around so his sexy back faces you, his broad shoulders looking very fucking sexy.

you scramble through your drawers as you search for something to wear to bed.

"i'm [y/n]" you say quietly, deciding to wear some black flowy shorts with a black tank top; since your room gets warm at night. but also because you liked his eyes on you. "okay." you add and he turns around, his eyes scanning you and you try not to make it look like you know as you grab some pillows and blankets from your closet. you feel his eyes on you as you reach up for the pillow, but your fingers only reach the hem.

"let me help." he says softly as you hear him walk up to you, behind you, his arm reaching up for the pillow as his chest rubs against your back for a couple of seconds. you blush and take it from his hands as he hands it to you kindly.

"thanks, jake." you reply, avoiding eye contact with him. he nods and smiles through your peripheral vision. you start building yourself a little bed on the ground next to yours, you're on your knees as he sits on the bed looking down at you.

you wonder what he's thinking- his brown eyes staring you down. you feel his eyes on your thighs again and you like it. as the small bed is set up, you plush up the pillows and place the blanket nicely for you to sleep on.

"take my bed and i'll sleep here. my mom mentioned you had a show? you need your sleep." you say softly and his brows furrow in a concerned manner.

"are you sure? i don't mind sleeping on the floor." he says but you shake your head 'no', getting up and closing the light and then making your way back to your little bed on the floor while he lays himself comfortably under the blankets.

"so your mom did mention me." he says smugly.

"no, she mentioned of you. shut up." you giggle, covering yourself up with the blanket. "goodnight." you add.

"goodnight, thank you" he chuckles and you feel him shift in your bed.

-

you've been tossing and turning for the past thirty minutes, unable to fall asleep. your mind running in circles around the beautiful man in your bed. you think of his body when you walked in the room, the grey sweatpants placed so low at his hips, his broad shoulders covered a little by his beautiful brown hair. you can't wrap your head around the fact that he's in your bed now. the warmth of his body in a place you spend so much of your time in; it turns you on.

you turn over once again, facing the bed. the slight light from the moon exposing his arm, it looks so soft.

"can't sleep?" his voice startles you a little- he's still awake?

"no.. i'm sorry.. i have insomnia" you reply and he chuckles a little. "it's also.. cold down here." you add shyly.

"please don't torture yourself, lay next to me. i don't bite." he says softly and your breath hitches at his request. what if i want you to bite?

"i couldn't.." you start, but he sits up and scoots over to the side- giving you a space to sit next to him in your queen bed. you sigh hesitantly as you take your pillow off the ground and place it on the bed, eventually sitting next to him.

heat radiates off his body as he’s like a personal heater. even though you aren’t touching him, you feel it. as you place your pillow at a better angle on the bed, your arm brushes jake’s by accident snd he gasps at the touch.

“[y/n] you’re freezing!” he says barely above a whisper. you nod shyly and lay down, covering yourself with the blanket. he does the same and turns so he’s facing you.

“…turn around” he hesitates but you listen, your back facing his stomach. his fingers make their way to your stomach, pulling you close to him. the warmth of his skin relives you immediately, and the feeling is amazing. you sigh as his warm soft skin against your cold body is unimaginable, and it turns you on bad. you can’t help but notice him against your ass. you try to shake the thought away, you hope you stop thinking about it. but the need to shift your ass against him is stuck in your head.

and so you do. you shift your ass gently against him, his breath hitches and the reaction drives you wild. you wonder if he’s thinking of touching you, roaming his hands around your body. but his fingers lay flat on your stomach, you skin slowly warming itself up with his help.

it’s not enough. you shift again and he gasps.

“you’re a tease.” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and raspy. the slow pull from your center starts to need him, as the raspiness of his voice does not help. “you knew i was looking, when you were grabbing the pillow” he adds, the raspiness in his low, quiet voice fills your thoughts.

“what if i did?” you respond, your voice as low as his. his fingers twitch against your stomach and you smile a little, the confirmation of his thoughts making the situation clear to you.

“you’re evil. a tease. and now i’m hard.” his warm breath sends shivers down your spine, his hand travelling up slowly- so slowly. the roughness of his fingertips underneath the hem of your tank top. your breasts beg for his touch, your nipples hard and ready for his fingers. his lips. his tongue. anything and everything.

as his warm hands reach your cold breasts, you gasp and squeeze your thighs together, almost by reflex.

“you like that?” his raspy voice sends you all the way to the moon, as he starts rubbing your nipple softly. you nod and rub your ass against his length again.

“is that turning you on, princess? rubbing your ass against my cock like that?” he whispers in your ear, his warm breath only turning you on more.

his hand makes it’s way off your breast, and down to the hem of your shorts. he hesitates a little before entering the waistband, going lower and lower to your aching center. it begs for him, wet and needy.

“fuck.” he whimpers. “you’re so wet for me, is that because you liked seeing me look at you? you like feeling watched like that, yeah? is that why you wore the most revealing thing possible, babe?” he teases in your ear, his lips almost against your earlobe. he bites it softly and you gasp in response. his fingers now rubbing slow, gentle circles around your wet clit.

“you wanted me to check you out, watch you as you bent down. fuck. you’re so sexy.” he moans a little, rubbing himself against your ass slightly. you thrust against his fingers, needing his touch even more, it was like he knew exactly how and where to touch you.

you manage to sneak your hand behind yourself and reach the waistband of his sweatpants. his breath hitches as your fingers dip inside, reaching for his hard length and wrapping your fingers around it- jerking it so slowly and softly.

“mmmhhh babe.” he moans in your ear, his fingers starting to rub your clit faster. “keep going like that and i won’t be able to restrain myself from fucking you senseless.” he adds, groaning through the words as you move your hand faster around his fat, long dick. he throbs in your hand and it only makes you wetter.

“then fucking do it.” you breathe out. he doesn’t waste a second to pull his hand out of your shorts and push you down on the bed. he towers over you as he rips the shorts off, his breath becoming faster.

you quickly reach inside your night table and grab a condom which simply happened to be there. you place it in his hand and you see him smile, the moonlight giving him the prettiest glow as his eyes sparkle into yours. your eyes make their way down to his chest. his shoulders, which look so biteable. your center aches for him, you’re so turned on it almost hurts. his eyes are fixed on you, your body, he looks down at your thighs again.

you pull your tank top off quickly, wanting to see his face as you give yourself to him fully. and he gasps, making his way down to your breasts as he licks your nipple softly, his fingers back to your cunt- tameing the need for him only a little.

“i want you.” you breathe out, your fingers intertwined with the hair on the back of his head. he moans into your skin and pulls back, pulling his sweatpants down to expose his beautiful cock.

it’s thick and veiny, looks soft yet so hard. the tip leaking a little and you want to lick it clean, but there’s no time. you need him now. he opens the condom wrapper with his teeth and spits out the packaging on the floor- you find the action incredibly sexy.

as he puts on the condom, he looks you in the eyes tenderly. “are you sure about this?” escapes his lips so sweetly you could cry, and you nod quickly, reaching for his shoulders and pulling him down so he’s close to you. his cock lines up with your entrance and you grind on him a little, the friction making you moan his name quietly.

“so needy, yeah? need my cock inside you, don’t you.” he whispers against your lips. he finally kisses you passionately; and his cock slips in. it fits so perfectly inside you, squeezing around him. fuck. he feels so nice and full.

“fuck.” you breathe out, catching your breath after kissing him for a couple of seconds. you squeeze around him again and he gasps, followed by a moan against your ear. you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him close as he thrusts at such a wonderful pace inside of you.

“we need to be quiet.” you whisper against the skin of his shoulder. finally biting it like you’ve wanted for so long. he gasps at the action and thrusts faster. the soft slapping noise turning you on even more.

“fuck you feel so good.” he moans quietly and you nod, pulling him in for another kiss- mostly because you need to be quiet, but also because you love how his lips feel. he moans in your mouth and the fear of being caught wraps around your head. you suddenly push him off and straddle him, lowering yourself down on his cock in one swift motion. the most beautiful, accidentally loud moan escapes his lips.

"jake. shut the fuck up." you say, covering his gorgeous lips with your hand as you rock your hips against his. he shuts his eyes tightly and grips your sides with his rough hands- moaning quietly against your palm. the vibrations of his voice against your hand excite you as you watch him struggle in pleasure. you squeeze around him tightly as you lower yourself down on him quicker- grinding down on him as his beautiful cock hits your g-spot in the best way possible. almost as if his dick was made for you, it fit perfectly and rubbed you in the best possible way.

"you're so tight- fuck." he moans- the words muffled against your hand. your orgasm approaches quickly, the feeling of his hands on your hips and the way he's looking at you becoming slowly overwhelming- you want to cum so badly.

"i'm close jakey" you whimper, whispering softly as your hips grind down on his. he cups your ass with his one of his hands; grabbing tightly as he pushes you down on his cock. with his other hand he pulls your face close to his.

"me too. come on my cock, babe" he groans quietly- pulling you in for another passionate kiss. your orgasm comes crashing onto you, and you squeeze tightly around his gorgeous length as his cum fills up the condom and you as well. it's so warm and it feels so good inside you. he grabs the back of your head tightly as his moans escape his lips quickly- groaning quietly in the process.

you get off and lay next to him, facing him in the bed. you watch him place the condom in the trash next to the bed and then face you, his fingers drawing little circles on your arm.

"what's your show tomorrow?" you ask out of curiosity. your fingers playing with his soft hair.

"i'm in a band. guitar." he says shyly. he's shy now? you gasp at his response- thinking of him playing the guitar just like he played with you.

"y- you should come watch.. if you want to" he asks nervously, his fingers twitching softly against your skin.

"acting so shy as if you didn't just come inside me." you giggle, and you see him blush as he smiles sheepishly.

"of course ill come, i'd love to see you play. you're good with your hands." you smile and give him a little kiss on his nose.

"okay" he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "goodnight, [y/n]" he whispers as you doze off softly against the warmth of his body.

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[lotus-flowerz]

hi :D i hope you've had a good day! i was wondering if you could do one where xiao has a s/o that feels guilty about everything? like basically feeling like everything is their fault. heh it's a bit specific so if you can't do it, that's okay! xiao is just my comfort character :) (you can use g/n pronouns)

thank you in advance!

hi!! i'm so sorry this took so long. school is kicking my ass still and i have writers block, but i wanted to answer some requests. i currently have 4 more sitting in my inbox and i promise that they'll get done!

anyway, i struggle with this too, like REALLY struggle with it, so i hope i do this justice.

TW!! FEELINGS OF GUILT, ANXIETY, AND PANIC ATTACK

"Xiao! I'm back, where are you?"

You looked around your shared room at Wangshu Inn. It was empty, although you had begged Xiao to take a break today. Guess he hadn't listened.

"You called?"

He appeared suddenly, standing in the doorway of your balcony.

"I was just looking for you. I thought you were taking a day off?"

"No. I tried, but... I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Oh."

"I must go. Someone called my name."

And with that, he vanished.

You sighed and sat down at the desk in your room, laying your head in your hands. You had been at work all day, where everyone loved to take advantage of your kindness and generosity, while always blaming you when work got behind or something went wrong. You had tried for the longest time to curb your constant "sorry"s and those crushing waves of guilt that washed over you whenever something went wrong.

Guilt followed you around wherever you went, covering you like a warm blanket on a muggy summer day. And in this moment, you couldn't help but think: "Would he be better off without me?"

To get your mind off of this plaguing thought, you decided to shower and eat something. But even as you showered, and even while you ate your favorite meal, you couldn't stop this current wave of guilt. It was like every little guilty feeling you held back was all coming in at once. And at the front of it all, was that stupid thought.

"Would he be better off without me?"

You laid in your shared bed, facing towards your balcony. Usually, you slept facing Xiao, but now, you couldn't even bring yourself to look at his empty side of your bed.

You closed your eyes, willing sleep to come, but it evaded you.

"It's my fault he's so tired."

You squeezed your eyes shut, and took a deep breath. You eventually drifted off to sleep, but..

Xiao frowned.

"You're so draining, Y/n. This is all your fault!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry- wait!"

"No! This discussion is over. When will you get it?? We all hate you. All you do is cause trouble! Get out of here."

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to! I know it's my fault but-"

"Wskncj."

"Huh...?"

"Wakkxonj."

"What are you trying to say?!"

"WAKE UP!"

You bolted upright, panting. Xiao was standing above you, looking confused.

"I'm sorry to wake you, it just seemed as though you were having a nightmare. I would get rid of it for you, but I found I do not have enough energy to do so."

"Sorry.. did I disturb you?? I didn't mean to wake you up, I swear. I-"

"Y/n, I just got home and you were repeating 'sorry' over and over while tossing and turning. You didn't disturb me, you just scared me."

"I'm sorry."

"No need for apologies. Goodnight, Y/n."

"...Night Xiao."

You felt the bed dip beside you , and you felt his eyes on you.

"Y/n?"

"Hm..?"

"Tell me what's wrong."

Your eyes widened. You sucked in a breath, trying to think of what to say.

"I'm okay." you said, yet your voice wobbled. The jig is up.

He sat up and placed a hand on your forearm.

"Y/n, please. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."

Your eyes welled with tears, and before you could stop it, you began to cry. You found you couldn't breathe, and that blanket of guilt was suffocating you.

Out- I need out, now. Out, out, out

You began to hyperventilate. You sat up, and attempted to get of the bed, before you were pulled back by Xiao.

He wrapped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest.

"Deep breaths. I'm here." he whispered calmly into your ear.

He pulled you into his lap, holding you bridal style, your head laying against his chest as he held you firmly.

"I've got you now. No need to be scared, Y/n. I'm here. Shh.."

You tried to quiet your sobs, but that just made it even harder to breathe.

"Follow my lead."

He took an exaggerated gasp of air in, and you did the same. He held it for a few seconds, before releasing it slowly.

"Just like that. You got it."

He did it with you a few more times before opting to brush your hair out of your face and wipe your tears.

"I'll admit, I don't have much experience with crying mortals. I used what I knew from what I would want to be told in a state of panic, and by using techniques from my own panic attacks. Did it help?"

"Yeah.. it- it did. I'm so-sorry for making you help me."

"Huh? I helped you by choice. Now, what's wrong."

You hesitated; What if he left you?

"Would you be better off without me?"

"No. No way. You're my biggest comfort- my motivation to help others. What made you think I would be better off without you?"

"I-I just.. thought maybe that I was too much work. And maybe I'm the reason why you're so tired all the time."

"Who the hell told you that you were too much work? It's certainly not your fault I'm tired, either."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Not everything is your fault. Be nicer to yourself, my crystalfly. Go easy on your mind."

"Thank you, Xiao." you said, settling into your spot in your shared bed, facing Xiao.

He laid down too, pulling you into his chest and placing his chin on your head.

"Mmhm. Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up because I'm taking the day off tomorrow. But so are you, okay?"

"Of course, love. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Y/n. See you in the morning."

[abedizm]

happy valentine's day. have this thing! based on this post by @aedan-mills :)

it's on ao3 :D

Out of everyone Richard has met, Charles Dalton has to be the most infuriating of them all. It's only a bit shocking, if he was going to be honest. Richard has met a lot of people, having been dragged by his parents to multiple gatherings (being the one to have the most hope out of all his siblings back at home to have a successful life) and the like, rich and poor. And Charlie grew up to be an only child in a rich family.

We all know how that goes most of the time.

Still, you have to give the guy some credit for being the biggest asshole Welton has.

It sucks that Richard seems to be his only target, though.

“Holy shit look!” Charlie exclaims the moment Richard walks in the room. The redhead sighs. “It's the virgin!”

Everyone in the room rolls their eyes, and Richard is glad that he's not the only one who's tired of his constant bullying. It's getting old, really, and everything's getting reused.

“You're a virgin, too, Charlie,” Richard mumbles, taking a seat beside Todd and opening his Trigonometry book. “We all are.”

“Wh–am not!” the brunet sputters, but Richard isn't listening anymore, already scribbling formulas on a piece of paper. “At least I attract women! Unlike you, you're more of a woman repeller.”

“Okay Charlie,” Richard says, “whatever you say.”

Todd snickers quietly beside him, and the redhead gives him a small smile. Todd smiles back.

Charlie fumes silently. Neil watches in amusement.

——

“You're a real stick in the mud, you know?” Charlie huffs, but it's not as hostile as Richard expected it to be. He blinks, slowly organising his desk. He'd decided to retire to bed a few minutes ago, when it was silent and he was sure that his roommate was sleeping.

“Yes,” he answers, despite knowing that it was a rhetorical question. “I do.”

“Huh,” Charlie mumbles, and Richard rolls his eyes. “Maybe if you, I don't fuckin' know, relaxed once in a while, you'd actually get some girls.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie,” Richard groans, but he already expected it. The punchline of the fucking joke, whatever it is. “I don't even want to date girls right now.” And it's true, he doesn't. He's too busy to care, really. School's taking up most of his time, and the Dead Poets Society meetings are really one of his only escapes. He's grateful for it.

“Wait,” Charlie says, bolting upright from his spot. Richard thinks that the way the moonlight is shining on him is quite beautiful, but there's slight amusement in his tone, and he braces for whatever tease is going to be thrown at him. “Holy shit, Cameron, are you gay?”

“What?” Richard asks, monotone and blank. His brain had stopped working, and he doesn't know if it's because he's tired or if it's because he's kind of getting lost in Charlie's grin. “Wha–you know what? I'm too tired to deal with this. Goodnight, Dalton.” He takes the former with open arms.

“Holy shit, I'm rooming with a gay guy,” is what Richard hears before he decides to block out the world and focus on sleeping.

Despite Dalton's recent “discovery”, as he calls it, there are no rumours being murmured about Richard the next day. No side-eyes, no clear distaste on anyone's face. The brunet makes sure to stick to the regular programming, too. Just the usual “you get no bitches” comment, nothing else.

It's more than usual, but at least he's not getting called gay. Which he's not.

Richard's not gay. At all. Straight as a ruler, Richard Cameron. Yep.

“How's being unfuckable treating you, Dick?” Someone please end Richard's misery. All he wants to do is study with Todd and Neil, but Dalton’s not really helping. It’s nothing new, obviously, but a bit of silence can really do Richard wonders.

“Amazingly,” he retorts half-heartedly, “how’s not having anyone ask you out to prom treating you, Dalton?”

It’s not that Richard intended to boast. He didn’t even want to tell them about the stupid prom. It just… slipped. And it’s not like he’s telling the full truth either.

“What?” Dalton hisses, but there’s barely any venom in his tone. He’s surprised, that’s all. “You got what?”

“I got asked out,” Richard says, shrugging with a smirk, because if he’s going to lie—as horrible as it feels to him—, might as well let it last, right? “A girl asked me out, Charlie. Do they ask you out?”

Is he taking it a bit too far? Maybe. Does he care? Yes, but only a little bit. The look on Dalton’s face is enough to satisfy Richard and his odd desire to wipe the smirk off his face. Maybe it didn’t happen in the way he wanted to, but at least it’s not there to taunt him anymore.

“You—wha—I—!” Dalton stutters as Richard opens his textbook, cheek in hand.

“Close your mouth Charlie, you might catch flies.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks.”

——

The next few weeks are more unbearable than usual. It’s Charlie’s doing, of course. Because why wouldn’t it be? It’s like the guy has made it his personal mission to make every second of Richard’s life a living hell. It probably is, if Richard is going to be honest. The teasing still consisted of him not “having game” (which, apparently, means that he can’t attract women, of course. Typical), but this time there would be an off-handed comment or two about how his date was probably forced to ask Richard out. Pity, Charlie says.

Which is almost close to the truth, but Richard won’t say that out loud. Not near Charlie.

“Can’t believe that girl would ask out a queer like you,” Charlie scoffs, and Richard could almost hear the sound of his eyes rolling. The redhead huffs. “She could do way better.”

“Yep,” Richard responds for the sake of responding. Does it piss off Charlie? Oh absolutely. When this all started, Richard fought back, why wouldn’t he? He’s done nothing wrong to Charlie, he’s just defending himself! But then it just got old and repetitive, so it’s really better to half-heartedly agree. It’s like giving Charlie what he wants (attention) but not in the way he wants (a fight). It’s fun. “She could.”

There’s silence, then, only getting interrupted when Richard turns a page in his book. If he strains enough, he can hear the gritting of Charlie’s teeth. But he doesn’t want to, so he refrains, and relaxes in his bed.

It’s a rare sight. Shame that only Dalton can see it. Stupid, annoying, infuriating Dalton.

Richard glances to his side of the room, to see the brunet with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and body facing him. There’s a glare settled nicely on his face; lips pulled down into a frown. His eyes are throwing daggers at Richard. The corner of the ginger’s lips twitch in amusement.

“What?” he hums, finger tapping the cover of the book.

“What?” Charlie repeats, harsher and more hostile. “You–whatever. Goodnight, queerio.”

“Wha…” Richard whispers, face contorting into confusion. “What does that even mean?”

“It means fuck you.”

“Um, okay.”

The smirk on Charlie’s face the moment Richard steps into the room is almost enough to make him walk backwards and out into the hall. But he can’t, because his coat is in their dorm room, and so is his blazer. And he needs those. Desperately.

“So,” Charlie starts, crossing his legs and arms. Richard raises an eyebrow. “Did your date dump you already?”

“What?” Richard asks, slightly startled. There’s a hint of an uncertain laugh in his voice. “Charlie, what?”

“Aren’t you late?” Charlie chuckles, leaning forward. “Does that mean your date dumped you?”

Richard laughs then, even when he didn’t mean to. It’s a quick outburst, one that stunned Charlie for a moment before he’s glaring again. The ginger tries to muffle his laughter with his hand as he leans on his desk for support, body trembling. “Charlie,” he manages to say, giggling still, “it’s only seven pm.”

“Yeah, and?” Charlie retorts with a sneer. “You said you’re supposed to go at six.”

“I didn’t though?”

“You did!” he exclaims. “It even says so on your calendar!” Charlie points an accusing finger at the object hung on Richard’s wall, numbers scribbled neatly by the corner.

“Charlie, it says “Six pm, get ready”, because I wanted to get ready at six,” Richard chuckles, walking over to the calendar and crossing out the date. “And I did. Jesus, what’s your damage?”

“I–,” Charlie stutters, and he visibly deflates in the corner of Richard’s eye.

He wants to, but doesn't dare question it.

Richard stands in front of the mirror, fixing his tie, brushing his hair with his hand. He glances at Charlie's reflection to see the boy sulking, of all things. Shouldn't he be celebrating for having the room all to himself for a few hours?

Then Charlie stands with intent, and Richard's heart races for no reason at all, and his throat closes up and he suddenly can't breathe anymore so he loosens his tie a little and returns his gaze back at his own reflection.

He looks ghastly. Does it matter? Only a little.

Charlie's behind him, then, and Richard can feel his body heat from how close he is. His breath hitches.

“Hey nerd,” he mumbles, outstretching his arms to reveal Richard's blazer in his hold. The ginger mimics him, and Charlie slowly puts it on him. “You look awful,” he says then, placing his hands on Richard's shoulders. Richard rolls his eyes.

Then Charlie messes his fucking hair up.

Richard groans, grabbing his brush and fixing it, glaring at Charlie in the mirror. The brunet is laughing, and Richard's glare becomes harsher.

“I hope your date goes horribly!”

“Fuck off.”

—

The date was… okay. The prom was mediocre at best (the music was horrible and everyone was horny and it was so crowded and the drinks and food were awful. Richard would not recommend it), so they ended up ditching it and went to eat at a little diner instead. That was a fun time.

Serena was fun. She was a nice girl.

Charlie is awake when he gets back, not really doing anything. Just staring at the ceiling. Richard doesn't say anything as he changes into his pyjamas and climbs into his bed.

He doesn't face the wall like he usually does. Instead, he lays on his back, arm behind his head, and stares at the ceiling.

A beat.

“So,” Charlie starts, “How'd it go?” Richard knows Charlie's not as sincere as he sounds, but he answers anyway.

“It was alright,” he says, playing with a loose thread on his blanket. “Serena was nice.” We talked about you.

“Was she now?” Charlie hums, and Richard could hear his grin. He braces. “Too nice to give you a little kiss?”

“No,” Richard answers, not lightning fast, but not quite slow either. “No, she kissed me.” It was on the cheek. I didn't want her to kiss me.

“Sure she did,” he laughs, and it ripples through the tranquil silence that fell upon them for a moment. It's almost music to Richard's ears. “I'm sure she did, Dick.”

Richard rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ Charlie, can't you just shut up‽'' Richard screams, head snapping to the side to glare at his roommate, the grip on his desk tight, almost deadly. “I'm trying to study, because some of us actually care for our grades!”

“Boooo,” Charlie groans, tilting his head back a little and throws a crumpled piece of paper at Richard's head. It hits its target, at which the brunet laughs. Richard sneers. “God, are you really that much of a virgin? Repressing your sexual desires with schoolwork?”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything‽”

“Oh, you know,” Charlie starts with an almost menacing grin, “How you're date probably didn't want to have sex with someone like you. Didn't even make out with you, did she?”

“Wha–?” Richard stutters, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before groaning. “Oh my god Charlie, can you just let it go? If you don't believe that she kissed me, then can you just shut up?”

“Say she did kiss you,” Charlie says, and Richard dies a bit inside, “bet it was just a peck though, wasn't it? Didn't even go to second base because you're a shit kisser.”

“I'm not a shit kisser, I'm a good kisser!” Richard retorts, more startled than anything. Charlie's smug now, arms crossed across his chest and the smirk on his face more demeaning than menacing. The ginger doesn't shrink.

“Are too,” is his simple response, and Richard can't help but feel like a child.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

Charlie's close now, and Richard can't remember nor tell if he was the one to move or if it was the brunet. Either way, Richard can see the flecks of gold in his roommate's eyes with their proximity, and he gulps at the fact that he can feel Charlie's breath fanning on him.

“Are t—!” And if Charlie can't shut up himself, might as well help him, right?

So, there they were. Two men—boys, really—in their room, lips locked in a kiss. Richard's hand had found its place on Charlie's tie, eyes tightly shut.

His heart is racing, beating so loudly he fears Charlie can hear it. But Charlie doesn’t say anything, because Charlie’s moving, responding. His lips are dancing against Richard’s and it’s almost—it is heaven.

Richard feels whole. It’s a refreshing feeling, he thinks as he pulls Charlie closer.

But then Charlie pulls away, not alarmed, but definitely seeming as if he’s just remembered himself. Richard feels dizzy, then, letting the oxygen in his system once more before he opens his eyes, blinking a little too harshly.

“See?” he mumbles, lips brushing against Charlie’s, a smirk pulling on them. “Told you I’m a good kisser.” Richard takes a moment to appreciate Charlie’s stunned form before he makes a face and leaves the room.

Charlie raises a shaky hand and lightly touches his lips.

“Oh no,” Richard says as soon as he closes the bathroom door, voice shaky and all. “Oh… oh no no no. What the hell did I just do?”

He got what he wanted, didn’t he? He kissed Charlie, but… but it wasn’t a proclamation of his… attraction to the boy. It was some sort of–some sort of thing to assert his dominance.

Okay, maybe don’t call it that. It’s something, and it’s far from romantic.

But Charlie kissed him back, didn’t he? Yeah, Charlie… Charlie reciprocated, he did, yes. But that could mean anything. Charlie—

Charlie’s a dick. He’s an asshole who just happens to be charming and rich so he could get away with anything. He barely gets by with school and if Richard wasn’t there to help, he’d be failing. Richard should hate him. Richard did hate him.

But he doesn’t now, and maybe he never did, and now this whole thing is a mess and Richard is just questioning his existence now. He groans, holding his head in his hands.

“So, do you like anyone?” Serena had asked, dipping her fries in the milkshake before tossing them in her mouth. Richard’s face twisted.

“No,” he answered, perhaps a bit too quickly, “I don’t.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, “well, do you hate anyone?”

“Hate?” Richard repeated, raising an eyebrow. He picked up a fry and slightly dipped them in the milkshake before taking a small bite. “Of course. Don’t we all?”

“Who are they, then?”

“My roommate,” he answered, finger tapping rhythmically on the table. “I hate him with every fibre of my damn being. He’s just so annoying you know? All he does is talk and it’s infuriating, especially when I’m trying to study! Don’t get me started on his damn face of all things! He thinks he’s so attractive, attracting girls left and right, but he isn’t! Just because his smirk is kind of mesmerising to look at doesn’t mean he’s attractive. And he’s somehow charming? It’s how he gets away with so many things—why are you looking at me like that?”

Serena was smirking, amused, not teasing, so unlike how Charlie always is. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes glinted with something that Richard can’t quite point. It’s similar to the glint in Charlie’s eyes, though, so that can’t be good, can it?

“Nothing,” she said, slowly, “it’s nothing. Just… are ya sure you hate him?”

“Of course I do,” he retorted, almost a second too fast. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, Cam,” she started, a slight laugh in her voice, “it’s just, I don’t think people who hate their roommate think they’re attractive.”

Richard furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t think he’s attractive.”

“You called his smirk mesmerising, Cam.”

“Because it is!”

“Cam.” There’s finality in her tone, and it makes the redhead clam up a tiny bit. “Cam, really, think about it. Do you actually hate him, or do you hate that you feel this way about him?”

“Oh,” was all he said.

It was an enlightening evening.

The walk back to their room was hell. Every second felt like an hour and every minute felt like a year or two. Richard’s hands were clammy, and cold sweat dripped down his back uncomfortably. The air felt tight, despite him being the only one in the hall, he couldn’t breathe properly.

He breathes out, grabbing the doorknob with shaking hands. Richard doesn’t really have a choice but go back to their room. He can’t be caught out and about this late, and he swears that he heard someone else down the hall.

Richard twists it, and opens the door. The creaking shouldn’t be as loud as it is, but it rings in his ears along with the rapid beating of his heart.

Charlie is awake and sitting on his bed, eyes downcast and fists gripping the covers. His head doesn’t snap up when Richard steps in and closes the door. Richard holds his breath.

The moment Richard sits on his bed is when Charlie looks up, slowly, his eyes travelling the redhead’s entire body before settling on his eyes. Richard flushes a little, lip slightly trembling.

“Richie…” he mumbles, and Richard’s eyes grow wide.

“Charlie?” he whispers.

“Did it mean anything?” Charlie’s voice is soft, quiet, almost, yet it pierces through the silence like a knife, and straight into Richard’s heart. “The–the kiss, I mean. Did it… did it mean anything?”

“It meant something,” Richard mutters, chewing on his lip. “It… it meant a lot, I guess.”

“It meant a lot to me.” It meant a lot to Charlie. It meant a lot to Charlie. “You’re right, you know?”

Richard hums, a silent question. His eyes don’t leave Charlie’s as he dares to stand and sit beside the brunet.

“You’re a really good kisser,” Charlie says, hand inching closer to Richard’s. “Too good that it’s suspicious.”

“Well, would you look at that,” Richard chuckles, placing his hand on top of Charlie’s, “Charles Dalton, agreeing with me? And admitting that he’s wrong?” He laughs, then, a weight being lifted from his chest as he entangles his fingers with his roommate’s and places his forehead on the brunet’s. “Is the world ending?”

“Shut up,” Charlie huffs, though not unkindly like before. He rolls his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are a shit kisser and I’m just too sleepy to deal with this shit.”

“No no no, you can’t take it back,” Richard tuts. “You already said it, I already heard it. The truth’s out in the open.”

“Maybe you should kiss me again.” Charlie shrugs. Richard raises an eyebrow. “Change my mind again, because I’m still convinced that you’re a really shitty kisser and it’s just the—.”

“Christ almighty, shut up already,” Richard hisses half-heartedly, leaning down and capturing Charlie’s lips on his own.

“So, I like him.”

“You like him.”

“And it’s annoying.”

“It is?”

“It is.”

“You are more in denial than I thought.”

“What should I do?”

“I don’t know, confess?”

“I can’t just confess!”

“Well, why not?”

“He’ll… he’ll hate me.”

“Look, I say just take a leap of faith. What does your cooky English teacher say? Uh, carpe diem? Yeah, go and seize the day.”

“But what if—.”

“Look, Cam, if he actually hates you, then he’d do more than tease you. You know what they say to us girls?”

“Uh, no.”

“’If he bullies you, then he likes you.’”

“That’s fucked up.”

“You think I don’t know that? But you know, sometimes it’s true. Not all the time, but sometimes. So, you know, shoot your shot.”

“…okay. Thanks Serena.”

“Goodluck Cam.”

[pbandjesse]

Today was such a long day!!! But I had a lot of fun really. It was a good day.

I slept okay last night. I woke up a few times but it wasn't horrible. I woke up with my alarm and was not thrilled but that was okay. James had gone out and got me a bagel. And I got dressed and ready for my long day.

First up was the musuem. I drove out there and there was no one to let me in. When Kristen drove up our maintenance guys, Stan and Phil were at the side door and they let us both in. Made a fuss about me and James being married. And then it was cannery time.

I was D in the cannery all day. Three in a row, overlap. So I was in charge of the filling and labeling section. And overlaps are always tough. But it would be a good day. And the kids we had were excellent.

I got my section all set up and got a little annoyed with a coworker for trying to tell me what to do. When they never do anything correctly. And then no one helped me set up all 60+ chairs and that put me in a sour mood. But I shook it off pretty fast. I wanted to be in a good mood and I willed myself to be in one.

We had 9th graders and it is always hard to tell if they are going to play along but these guys did and we're so fun. There was some cursing which is always surprising but that's okay. They were mostly just funny. And it was a lot, doing all three canneries with no break. But it was fun and I was in a great mood. Even if I was getting a little tired.

I was able to eat my bagel and apple and cheese I brought. Just not in one go, instead it was a munch and run and munch again. And it was just s lot of fun.

After the third cannery I went up to the office to help clean oysters for a bit but I had to go and run to puhtok.

It wasn't a bad drive but it did take a while. There were just a lot of people on the road. And it was a grey and drizzly day. But I was just enjoying my music and the leaves. Especially at camp, it was so beautiful.

The couple hours we were there was intense. Learning all the programs we are doing the next two days was always going to be a lot. But I think we did a good job and while I'm concerned about filling all the time, I am excited still. I love programs like this and I just want everyone to have fun. So I am going to try my best.

Elizabeth showed up the schedules and we went through all the packets. Tomorrow we will do a habitat survey and I am leading ground elements. And then Thursday we are doing water samples and first floor surveys and more ground elements. It's going to be a lot!! But I'm excited. I am looking forward to being out in nature.

We finished up there around 5. And I was excited to go home. The big plan was to make chili.

But we didn't want to wait the hours and hours I normally simmer my chili for. So instead we made a chili inspired soup. James made quesadillas for dipping and it was really good!! I am excited to have those leftovers for lunch.

I wanted to work on something but I felt really tired. So I just did the gluing of the molecars to some cardboard so they will stop falling around in the car. And I took a bath. Felt good and made me feel a little better. Though my legs still hurt.

I found my puhtok shirts in my storage box. And got my good camp shoes. And made sure everything was ready for the morning.

And now me and James are in bed. They are dozing. And I am ready to lay down.

I have to be at camp around 930. And then it's go go go for the rest of the day. Wish me luck with my new programs!! Sleep good!! Goodnight everyone!

[harringtonsbae]

The Party-Chapter 3

After a day with her two friends, Garrett ended up staying the night with Roisin at her apartment. Which turned out to be good, it gives the couple some time together.

Lune hopped on her motorcycle and started to drive back to her little house. She parked her bike in the separate garage, then walked up to the front door. She dug in her leather jacket's pockets and found her key to unlock the door. She opened the door to a sleepy George lying on the couch.

"Hey, Lune. Where's Garrett?" George rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes and arched his back to stretch his body.

"Probably making his girl scream," she smirked at George. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before realizing what she meant. He started to laugh tiredly.

"Yeah," he yawned in agreement. If someone asked Lune what the cutest thing was, she would have told them sleepy George. Oh, how she wanted to curl up next to him on the couch and fall asleep in his arms as they cuddled. She snapped out of her thoughts and returned to reality.

"Well, I think I'm going to bed then, Love. Goodnight," he said sweetly and walked up the stairs to his room. Lune did the same and climbed under her sheets. She drifted off into her dream state.

Lune was at Hogwarts again, except it was in ruins. Her legs were crushed underneath the pile of rock. She couldn't move, next to her Fred's dead body lay there. She looked around and found everyone dead. Molly, Remus, Tonks, Hermione, Bella, Oliver, Bill, Ginny, Fleur, Charlie, Molly, Brielle, Arthur, Ron, Harry... And George. She tried to get to them but she couldn't. "No! No! Please, don't be dead! Brielle! Fred! Bella!" Her voice faltered. "George...." She was crying. The crumbled wall slowly crushed her.

Lune woke up with tears streaming down her eyes. There was no wall crushing her, but rather George holding her in his arms in a comforting way.

"Hey, it's okay. We're still here, trust me," George had been woken not too long ago by a screaming Lune. She was screaming his name, and not in a good way either.

"G-George y-you w-w-were dead, and so w-was F-Fr-Fred and-" her shaky voice spoke. He didn't know she was going through this kind of thing. He only wanted to hold her in his arms and make sure she was okay.

"Hey, but they're not. Everything is okay," he said in a soft calming voice. She burrowed her face into his chest as he began to stroke her wavy blonde locks. Her sobs turned into small whimpers here and there until they were gone. She sniffled and pulled away from the hug.

"I'm sorry that I woke you, George," she apologized quietly as she looked down at her hands in her lap. He cupped her chin and made her look at his face. Her eyes were glossy from crying earlier.

"Don't be sorry, darling, we all have nightmares," George gave her a warm, sweet, and comforting smile. Of which she returned before wrapping her hands around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

"You need to get rest, tomorrow is the party," George reluctantly got up and opened her door to leave.

"George?"

"Yes?"

"Stay, please," he tried his best to stay calm but ended up jumping into her bed and getting under the covers. His goofy behaviour made Lune giggle. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight before the two drifted off into a pleasant sleep.

The next morning the two woke up to yelling from downstairs.

"George! Lune! Get your lazy arses up, before Brielle and I come up there!" Fred's voice rang out. George and Lune shared a look of fear before George quickly apparated to his room. Lune got up and met Brielle in the hallway.

"Good your up, now go get ready," Brielle shoved Lune back into her room. Lune put on a modest pastel lavender dress, curled her hair and put it up into a ponytail, then she put on her two-inch black heels.

Lune walked out of her room and walked straight into someone, George. Lune didn't understand why she was so flustered sometimes by his presence.

"Sorry," she said quietly. She looked down at the floor to avoid his gaze. The two walked down the stairs to meet Brielle and Fred, who had cleaned up very nicely.

Fred in a shirt, the colour of warm pastel yellow, with the sleeves rolled up, just above his elbows. He wore black trousers and dress shoes, which made his shirt and his hair pop.

Brielle was in a light purple off the shoulder dress, that stood a couple of inches above her knees. Her white flats complement the outfit ever so nicely.

"Looking good, Lupin. Wouldn't you agree, Georgie?" Fred asked his twin brother. A knowing smirk on his face. George glared at his smirking brother, he suppressed the urge to slap him for even asking his opinion on Lune's attire.

"Sure, I guess," George sounded bored with the matter and acted as if he really didn't care. What he didn't see was the hurt on Lune's face.

Once at the engagement party, that was held in the couple's barn outside their small cottage, the family and guests were buzzing with excitement, chatter, and gossip. It was so beautiful, Edison bulbs were strung along with the hayloft and ceiling of the barn. It had no other purpose except for gatherings and parties, sometimes a hangout place when friends were over.

Lune stepped out of the stunning white Jeep, that Fred had bought for Brielle on their anniversary, her shoes hitting the soft ground of the countryside. She was excited at first but then she realized her mistake. A date. Ugh, how could she forget a date? Suddenly she had an idea.

"George, George!" She whispered to him.

"Yes?" He whispered back in an almost seductive voice. Merlin, did he look good. His hair was shoulder length and combed back. He was clad in a burgundy button-up. His sleeves were rolled up just above his elbows, and a few of the buttons were unbuttoned to reveal his freckled chest and a small silver cross necklace.

[hainethehero]

The HARRINGROVE War AU that no one asked for...

"Jetty!"

"Oh fuck!"

"Fucking hell man! We're fucking dead-"

"Shut the fuck up Meyers!"

"Andrews! Get the medic!"

"Fuck- my goddamn arm!"

"Tommy-!"

The sounds are still in his head, knocking around his brain inside his skull. His eyes haven't closed in days and he's pretty sure his skin is falling off his bones. He feels sick and dirty and his hair feels dirty and unkempt. It had grown back so fast in the short period of time he'd been here... in Hell.

His body hurts, bones jarring and scraping against each other with every movement. There's a throbbing on the left side of his ribs, and the stinging pain of a festering wound on his right. It's been burning for days. His legs are sore, right leg wrapped up to the knee and oozing thick, dark red. The bandages around his head have started getting sticky with sickening ointment and congealed blood. His lips sting painfully every time he passes his tongue over them. They're cracked and busted in several places, red and raw where the skin's been opened.

God, what had they done to him?

He feels a presence near him and freezes, even though the bombs ringing in his head don't quite stop exploding.

"Hi Ms. Nancy, how's he been?"

"You're always right on time Soldier."

The woman's voice sounds familiar but he can't place it in his hazed state.

"I made him a promise." The man responds, a dark, echoing loneliness in his voice.

"Of course," Ms. Nancy replies, walking closer to fix something very near to his left side.

And somehow, his body fails him and goes stiff, sitting upright with his eyes wide and frightened. His jaw is locked tight and his fists are clenched, knuckles white. Every instinct in his body is warning him to get away- to run away from the danger, as if he'd be torn apart by the bomb Ms. Nancy was currently setting atop the bed. A terrified whine escapes his throat and a solitary tear runs down his pale cheek.

"He's been getting worse huh?" The Soldier asks, not unkindly, just kind of sad.

"So far, we've only seen nine cases of men recovering from shell-shock. It's not promising... one of them died last night."

"Died? Did it spread?"

"No Soldier. He put a gun in his mouth."

There's a sudden silence that falls over them, cold breeze billowing through the over-arching windows of the stone Catholic church they'd set up the triage in. Even the pained and terrified moans and cries of grown men had fallen into the hush, as if God himself were present.

Then Ms. Nancy speaks again:

"There's been a new shipment of iodine and sodium hydroxide today. From the French. We've been ordered to ration it but I think he needs his wounds cleaned again."

"Thank you."

........................

He hates when the nurse bathes him.

Hates how useless it makes him feel. Hates that he'd become so cowardly, like a child afraid of the dark. Her thin but gentle hands wash over him, soothingly passing the clean water over his skin, careful not to disturb the wounds. But he feels so wounded all over.

By the time he's back in bed, the night has taken over for the day, and hundreds of his comrades have already conceded to sleep. But he stays wide awake, terrified and paranoid that a bomb's going to go off in the middle of the night and kill everyone while they rest peacefully. So he keeps his rifle by his bedside, ready for a fight.

"Goodnight Soldier." Ms. Nancy says softly, not to him, but to the man sitting beside him.

The Soldier's been with him since the trenches. He was a good man, and a steady presence of stability in these crazy days. He could recall some kind of kinship between them, comprised of half-hearted banter, terrible jokes and early morning conversations that were for their ears only. Talking to him had made being in those vile and unsanitary trenches a little better. They often talked about being back home, safe and surrounded by friends who loved them. Their families were another story but that was beside the point.

"Got a letter today," the Soldier tells him, drinking out of an aluminium canteen. His finger twitches, almost as if he's fighting to respond but is paralyzed to do so.

"From Maxine."

Maxine was Soldier's sister...

She told me that my Dad and Susan were planning to move out of California. Stupid, right? She said something about Indiana, and starting over in a small town. Who knows pretty boy? They might even move to that good ol' Hawkins you keep telling me about."

Pretty Boy... that's Soldier's pet name for him.

"A letter came for you too. From your father."

He must've gasped in shock because suddenly the Soldier is staring up at him with those unreal blue eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise. He feels the Soldier's hand on his shoulder and it's warm and comforting. It beds down the shock a little bit; shock at the fact that his father had written a letter to him. He may have been in shell-shock but even his mind could recall the time when John Harrington said that he was dead to him. That until he'd made something of himself, he would never be accepted- would never be his son.

"Steve? You with me kid?"

Kid.

The Soldier always called him that, despite being not much older himself. He preferred that nickname to rookie though, since he'd only just started while the Soldier had been on this tour since late last year. He remembers the absolute feeling of dread that had filled his body when the draft had come around and his name was on that godforsaken piece of paper. His parents had been all too ecstatic to ship him off on his merry way. He'd been writing to them, feverishly begging for their mercy. Hadn't gotten a letter back since he'd started writing to them.

"Wh- ...what d...does it say?" he hears himself ask softly, throat shaking with emotion. "Can- ...um, can you read it to me Bill?"

Billy- no longer the abstract Soldier in his mind- sighs and leans over in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. He's holding a piece of paper in his hands, fists closed tight, his knuckles white.

"Please Bill..."

"Hold on pretty boy," Billy whispers as gently as he can, blue eyes staring hard at the neat, professional penmanship of who must've been John Harrington, Steve's father. It was concise and void of any kind of human emotion.

"Steve,

Stop sending us letters. It upsets your mother and I'm much too busy to sit down and write replies."

Billy feels his heart break into pieces for the poor kid and he doesn't have the heart to put him through such harsh words. He folds it up quickly and clears his throat.

"Y'know what? I brought Max's letter by accident."

"W- what?"

"Must've left it in the command wing. It's fine, we can always get it some other time."

Steve looks at him, big brown doe-eyes confused and sad at the same time. "What if it's an emergency?"

Billy scoffs. "Trust me, they ain't fighting a war back in ol' Hawkins. Your folks can wait. You on the other hand, need to get some sleep."

A soft smile creeps up on Steve's pretty face and he blushes soft pink. "Well at least tell me what's been going on Boss."

That was his pet name for Billy.

"Where's Tommy?"

Billy's expression suddenly changes and he's no longer pained. Just angry. And lost and so fucking confused. War brought out the worst in men, and it was always hard to fight alongside the corpses of men he'd spent weeks, months in the trenches with. They were all family, and losing even one of them was the worst pains Billy had ever faced.

Steve's hopeful expression turns ever so slightly and now he looks awfully worried.

"Bill? Billy where's Tommy?"

Billy glances up into the kid's eyes and sees nothing but hopelessness there as realization dawns upon him. Steve bursts into wailing tears and crashes back onto the pillows, hands covering his face. His wails trigger some of the sleeping men and they wake up in a shock, disgruntled yells and curses filling the large hall.

"Settle down Soldier," a tired looking nurse hisses, looking more panicked than mad. She gives Billy a pointed glare and goes about on her way to putting the terrified men back to sleep.

Billy sighs and shushes Steve as gently as he can, petting the boy's soft hair until he quiets. He feels a weariness wash over him and crawls into the bed to lay down next to the kid. Steve wastes no time in burying his face in Billy's neck, silent sobs wracking through his frail body. Billy wraps him up in his arms, a scalding hot wave of protectiveness flaring inside his chest.

"It's okay kid, I've got you. I promise," he whispers in Steve's ear, stroking his back in slow, deliberate motions. The pretty brunette cries and cries until he cries himself to sleep, snuggled into the larger soldier, as if he was the only protection he needed.

Billy just holds him through the night.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello my beloved morgy!! i'm alive and well! 💌💘💞 awaaaaa,, i missed you a lot darling!! even if its only been a few days, life is way more dull when i can't check in with you here :( i hope you've been doing well during that short absence of mine, and if things aren't going so swell, i'm here to hopefully cheer you up dear!! 😊❤ (1/10)

"i am doing much better now and i'm fully recovered, and thank goodness i didn't wind up hospitalized again!!! apparently my narcolepsy fired up crazily when i started to fall ill, and that ended up confining me to my bed, which was absolutely horrible (especially since i couldn't talk to you 😞💕) we still don't know what the illness was, but luckily i fought it off fast thanks to my family and friend's quick thinking!! i'm much happier now that i'm here again with you 💖 (2/10)

and oh gosh, you finished sbr??? ahhh that makes me so happy and so sad at the same time!! it's actually my favorite part along with vento aureo, and don't worry love, i want gyro back too, so you're not alone on that 😖 oh, and all those picrews?? lovely as always!! i love how much creative liberty you all take,, it astounds me!! and it shocks me that you all remember such miniscule details about me,, like the fact that i love the bahamas, ahhhh i'm so flattered by all of it!! (3/10)

i can never choose a favorite creative piece that any of you send in, i just love them all so much!! once again, thank you for all of your hard work and effort, i adore it each and every day 💕💕💕💕 thank you all for your well wishes and love!! my sister told me that apparently you mentioned something about people freaking out over me,, oh my! that surprised me a lot,, so any of those anons who read this, please don't worry about me!! (5?/10)

i assure you i'm okay, i just have a bad immune system and get sick easily, that's all!! but all of your concern means so much to me, thanks a million 💞 before i got sick, some friends came over since they wanted me to teach them how to ballroom dance for some reason,, it was very sudden but i was happy to do so nonetheless! i haven't danced like that in a long while, so it was quite exciting for me,, i am a dancer after all! (6/10)

i taught them how to do a basic waltz and tango,, they seemed to enjoy it a lot!! i suppose i'm a dance teacher now hehe 💞 oh, and last night, a friend slept over and we spent the night watching different televised comedy shows! stand-up has always held such a special place in my heart,, because when i was very small, i wanted to be a famous comedian for a long period of time,, silly isn't it? (7/10)

i would watch all of these different comedians perform and look up to them as inspirations,, i even wrote a few comedy routines to perform in front of my family when i was 4,, i guess i was really into it! now that i'm older, my aspirations have changed, but i still love to occasionally sit in comedy clubs with a glass of whatever i want, ahhh,, it never gets old ✨ (8/10)

ooh, and my mom and i were finally able to catch the escapee bunny from a while ago!! we brought him back to the garden, and he wouldn't stop following me around! i named him toffee, and he kept trying to jump on me for cuddles,, awaaaa it was so cute!! i can't wait to see him again 🌺 (9/10)

ahhh there's still so much i need to talk about, but its getting late here!! so i'll just continue on tomorrow then hm? goodnight amore, sleep well for me!! sweet dreams! 🌹 - love always, your amorous waifu xoxo 💕💖💘💌💋🌹 ps: you know morgy, like that one anon said, you also live in my brain rent free 💗 also, you are way too nice to me for your own good morgy dear, i swear, i can't stop smiling whenever you pull your sweet one-liners <3 (10/10)"

Im very glad to see ur back and fine darling, i acc forgot to answer all the anons but trust me my inbox was literally b o m b a r d e d w ppl sayin they miss u and wishing that u'd get better soon😳😳😳 if anything i'd say the fact that u didnt end up in the hospital again is very lucky and relieving

I myself cant believe i finally finished sbr yesterday and goddamn dat ending was far from pleasant🤡🤡 imma just say shame on araki for killin off all my homies....no more homies all my homies are D E A D (as a matter of fact my fav is p4 but i think u know that already)

And wow u as a comedian? Ngl i did not see it coming but thats oddly cute?? Like just imagining a tiny waifu creating comedy skits and performing them is really amazing for whatever reason jdhshsn i still see u more on the v o g u e side of things doe👁️👁️

Even if u were hella sicc at least u managed to snatch wigs and teach ppl how to dance (cant relate watch me step on everyone's toes within a 10 mile radius, mine included) a n d summoned ur disney princess powers again in order to get that rabbit😩😩😩 i also love pullin one liners bc really ur reactions are g o l d darling and thats just how it is on this bitch of an earth👀👁️👀👁️

[lordofthenerds97]

Hey there! Can I request a ship pleeeeease? I'm 20, tallish, short, curly hair, and sometimes wear glasses. I love cartoons, art, and reading. I'm super OCD and have a lot of anxiety. I can be super awkward but also outgoing. I'm extremely sarcastic and have a short and explosive temper. I'm extremely protective of my friends and family. I love being outside and anything to do with nature!

Of course you can, hun!

I ship you with...

Alexei!

You were on your way to visit your Uncle Jim. You were supposed to stay with him and your cousin El for three weeks 

He hadn’t been answering his phone for the last couple days, but nonetheless, you were on your way to Hawkins. You didn’t have anything to worry about. Right?

The top to your Camaro was down as you drove the sunny roads, letting the wind blow through your curly hair as you hummed to the mixtape your brother made you

You took your eyes off the road briefly to grab your cherry slushie and push up your aviators

When you looked back up, you let out a scream and slammed on the brakes, dropping your drink and whipping the wheel around

When you finally stopped, there were skid marks all over the road and your car was then turned sideways

You had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as you sat there, breathing heavily and trying not to panic

“What the he**?”

You heard your door being ripped open and you felt a hand on your arm 

“Y/N?”

You looked over to your Uncle, who looked a little worse for wear

“Uncle Jimmy?” you choked

He pulled out of the car and into his arms where you let out a sob, hugging him tightly 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I got you.”

“But...but...”

He shushed you and began threading his fingers through your curls, something he knew calmed you down when you were on the verge of losing it

You hugged him tightly and let your tears stain his floral shirt

“Hop?” 

He turned slightly at the sound of Joyce’s voice

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” the woman asked as she rushed towards you. She took one look at the scene and then glared at Hopper

“That’s a good question, Joyce,” he said. “What are you doing up here, kiddo?”

“I...I was supposed to visit...you and El...” you managed to squeak

He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair, cursing under his breath

“Did you forget?”

He let out another curse which made you smile softly, still being held by Joyce 

You sniffed and wiped your nose on the sleeve of your rolled up flannel before taking off your glasses that were now askew. “What are you guys doing out here?”

The panic was slowly subsiding and you were able to think rational thoughts

“My jeep broke down...the engine might have exploded.”

You rolled your eyes at him

“Would you mind giving us a ride?”

You nodded and gestured to the car. “Go ahead. I don’t think I’m going to drive for a while.”

“Good. Smirnoff! Get over here!”

You winced at how loud his voice was and almost let out a yelp when another man emerged from the woods

He was handcuffed and wore a small frown as he approached

His eyes settled on you and his expression changed completely. “Is she hurt?” 

Hopper rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t understand you.”

“Hurt?” he tried again, his voice slow and unsure as he gestured to your shaking and tear filled form

“No, she’s okay.” Joyce said before Hop could answer

“Who’s this?” you asked nervously, hugging your arms around your middle

He took a few steps closer to you and inclined his head. “Alexei,” he said

You grinned. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure, Y/N.” he said with a smile 

And that was how you were cajoled into helping them get to Illinois

Joyce gave you the rundown as Hopper drove. You were sitting in the back, content with Alexei while you dug your sketchbook out of your purse

It was something that always helped to settle your raging mind

Alexei watched curiously as your hand moved across the paper

After a few moments of him staring, you shifted a little closer so he could see what you were doing

He watched for a few more minutes before he spoke up. “Pretty...”

You grinned at him while Jim glared at you both from the rearview mirror. “Hey, Smirnoff, quit trying to flirt with my niece.”

When you finally got to where you were going, Jim tossed the keys back to you and led your small group up to a warehouse. After introducing yourselves and Hopper telling the man to open up, the door opened with a bang

You let out a screech at the gun that was suddenly swiveling between you and Alexei

You let out an annoyed growl soon after, placing your hands on your hips

“Listen here, son. I don’t know who the he** you are or where the he** I am. What I do know, is that I’ve had a rough day. I almost ran over my uncle, had a panic attack in the road, spent the afternoon dealing with the sexual tension between those two, and now, I have a freaking gun in my face. I’m certainly not in the mood for this s***, and I don’t need this kind of energy. So if you kindly get that gun out of my face, I will consider not breaking your arm in three places.”

Everyone looked at you in surprise. You had walked towards the man with the gun as you let out an angry rant, even shoving your finger in his chest when he was pressed up against the wall

He looked between you and the other two, raising an eyebrow. “I like her. Come in.”

You crossed your arms as you followed the group into the warehouse that he apparently called his home

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Y/N.”

“That was a he** of a speech, Y/N. Did you ever consider joining-”

“Leave my niece alone, Murray.”

About an hour passed and Murray set you and Alexei in front of the TV, which was playing Looney Tunes. You were happy to oblige until he opened his mouth

He had to make a snarky comment

“Have fun kids. The adults need to have a conversation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then you might want to stay here, Murray. I don’t think Uncle Jim would take too kindly to you eavesdropping on their conversation.”

He let out a snort and ignored you as he walked away. You, on the other hand, smirked triumphantly

You had found a bobby pin in your purse and quickly undid the cuffs that held Alexei, to which he was grateful

The two of you got to know each other as best you could, despite the language barrier

But when Hop tried to get him to talk, Alexei wouldn’t open his mouth. Without a few demands being met, of course

And you were perfectly happy to put your order in

An hour later, he reappeared with some slurpees, and food from Burger King. You happily began sipping on your own drink before taking out some fries

As soon as Alexei took a drink, he scowled, making you laugh at his expression

“It’s strawberry.” 

Murray quickly translated and Hop tried his best to stay calm as he explained, “There was no more Cherry. Y/N got the last one.”

And with that, you glanced over at Alexei as Murray translated. His features softened, but you took the drink from him and replaced it with your own. You took a sip and broke into a smile. “Good thing I like strawberry too.”

And that was it

From that moment on, Alexei was smitten with you

Anything else they asked him to do, as long as you were around, he willingly did it

He did it because he knew you cared. You did your best to accomodate him, even if it wasn’t exactly to your advantage. You listened to what he had to say and Murray was rather helpful when it came to understanding each other

You learned a few Russian words along the way, your favorite being придурок, which meant dork

That evening, Murray was dividing places to sleep. “Joyce, you can have the spare bedroom, Hopper, you can take the living room, and Y/N and Alexei can share the pullout.”

You raised an eyebrow at the connotations Murray was suggestion, to which he just grinned

You huffed and grabbed your duffel from the car, knowing you had some pjs with you. Alexei probably wasn’t going to be comfortable in slacks and a button down shirt, so you threw him a pair of large drawstring sweats

He looked at you in surprise as you walked out of the room to change

When you got back, you tapped on the door, waiting to hear his quiet voice

“Yes?”

You stepped back inside, your baggy shirt covering the short shorts you wore

He was standing in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to get the bed out

You laughed at his confused expression before walking over and pushing his bare arm to get him out of the way

You pulled the bed out of the couch and he watched in what you would call wonder

He grabbed a pillow. “You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

Though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew what he meant when he began to make a small bed on the floor. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the bed

“As long as you’re not a bed hog, we can share.”

He grinned at you as you made yourself comfortable before settling down beside you. “Goodnight, little one.”

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