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Breaking Point
Summary : You and Bucky had always hated each other. When Bucky gets injured during a mission, you start wondering if the hatred was just masking something else.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x avenger!reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Enemies to Lovers and Confessions! Fluff. Hurt/comfort. Past trauma. Cursing. Violence. Injury. A bit of Jealous!Bucky.
Requested by : @beansprout713
Word count : 4.8k
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You adjusted your coat, clutching your purse as you strolled back toward the Avengers compound after your date. Your head hung low from the frankly underwhelming night you shared with Ryan, a guy youâd met through a mutual friend.Â
Ryan was a librarian. He was perfectly fine, perfectly handsome, perfectly polite. But you werenât looking for perfect. You sighed.Â
He talked about his job, about how a group of school kids making noise had been annoying him. When he asked about yours, you shifted in your seat with unease. You canât really tell the whole truth. What would that even sound like?
Oh, I went on a mission last week and shot a guy. Don't worry, he was a bad guy.
You wouldâve sounded ridiculous.
In the end, Ryan was just another normal person. He couldnât keep up with you, with your life, being an avenger. With this line of work, you wondered if youâd ever find love.Â
You were halfway up the steps to the entrance when you saw him.
Bucky Barnes stood by the doors, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes locked on you as soon as you came into his view. The outdoor light cast long shadows across his face, strengthening the sharpness of his features.
Bucky watched you walked up the steps. He clenched his jaw, forcing down the aching swirl inside him. It was easier to push you away, to let the sharp edges of his words do the damage before you could get any closer, even if he could not deny how beautiful you were underneath the dark glow of the night sky. His gut twisted, knowing you put in all this effort for some half-decent guy who could never give you enough, not that you needed to put any effort at all. He shook his thoughts away, eyes narrowing.Â
Great, you thought. The last thing you needed tonight was to deal with his brooding attitude. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever sharp remark he was about to throw your way.
Bucky stepped closer, his chest only inches from yours now, and the proximity sent a jolt of heat through you. His gaze flickered down to your lips for the briefest second before he met your eyes again.
"Out late, arenât we?" His voice was low.
You rolled your eyes, brushing past him as you opened the door to the compound. "It's called having a life, Barnes. You should try it sometime."
He followed you inside, his boots heavy against the floor. "A life, huh?" He scoffed, his tone harsher than usual. âThatâs what you call having dinner with some guy who wonât last longer than a week?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was something else behind itâsomething you couldn't quite identify. His eyes didnât leave yours, and the air between you crackled with a tension you had always felt with him.Â
You swallowed hard. "Why do you care who I spend my nights with?" you replied, your voice shakier than you intended.Â
His jaw clenched. "Maybe I care because none of those guys know what you really need." His voice was gravelly, and the implication in his words made your stomach flip. For a second, you couldnât breathe.
You quickly brushed his words. "And you think you do?" you shot back, but your voice faltered.Â
Bucky left the question open, not knowing how to respond. Instead, he did what he always does best. He deflected. "You canât keep a boyfriend because youâre too brash. Too loud."
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You swallowed hard, the pain twisting in your chest as his words echoed in your mind. He always had a way of cutting deep, but this was different. Calling out your coping mechanisms seemed too low, even for Bucky.
"Wow." Your voice wavered slightly, but you quickly steadied it, refusing to let him see just how much he affected you. "You really know how to hit where it hurts, donât you?"
Bucky didnât respond. For a second, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyesâregret, maybe. But he didnât apologise. Instead, he turned away, his metal arm flexing at his side.
"Just go to bed," he muttered, almost condescending except for the hint of softness in his voice. "I need you well rested for the mission tomorrow."
As much as you and Bucky outwardly despised each other, the two of you were surprisingly effective partners in the field. Again and again, you found yourselves paired together. You never complained, though. There was an undeniable intimacy in your partnership that you craved, even if Bucky hated your guts.
"Is this really about the mission?â Your anger bubbled to the surface.Â
His hand shot out suddenly, gripping your wristânot hard, but firm enough to stop you from moving too far past him. His metal fingers were cool against your skin, his blue eyes alight with frustration. "Itâs about you not taking things seriously.â He said, almost sneering. âInstead of preparing your gear, you're off with some random guy. Do you even care?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you wouldnât let them fall. Not in front of him.Â
"I care more than you think, Bucky," you said quietly, pulling your arm away from his grip. "But you donât get to talk to me like that. You donât know why I am the way I am."
Buckyâs expression softened slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly snapped it shut, as if he didnât trust himself to speak. The truth was, heâd been watching you for months. Not just on missions, but in moments like these, when you thought you were alone. You wore your confidence like armour, but sometimes, when you let it slip, he caught glimpses of something deeper. Something that made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did, whatever that feeling was. Whatever the racing heart in his chest meant. Whatever the butterflies in his stomach meant.Â
But he couldnât let himself go there.Â
The silence between you was unbearable, and finally, you turned away.
"Letâs just get through tomorrow without killing each other, okay?" you muttered. Without waiting for his response, you walked away, leaving him standing alone..
Why did he always do this?Â
He didnât know half of what you carried. Didnât know what it was like to loseâto build your walls higher every time someone left, because that was the only way to survive.
Or maybe he knew too much of what it was like.
You spent your life keeping people at arm's length. Dates were fine. Fun. Superficial. They didn't ask for more than you were willing to give. You could smile, laugh, let your guard down just enough to feel normal, but never enough to let anyone in.Â
Buckyâhe was too close. He saw too much. He could cut through the walls with one sentence, and it scared you.
As you made your way back to your bedroom, part of you wonderedâwhat would happen if you let him in?
What a stupid thought.Â
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The next morning, the air between you and Bucky was still cold, your argument from the night before hanging in the air like a hurricane. You were briefed on the mission, but you barely paid attention. Your mind was still reeling from the sting of Buckyâs words. And you hated that he had the power to make you feel this way.
In the quinjet, silence filled the space between you, making the air feel too thick and heavy to breathe. Bucky sat across from you, his gaze fixed on the floor, his hands resting on his knees. You stole a glance at him, noting the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched tight, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes as he glanced at you. Regret, maybe?
âLook," you muttered, breaking the silence. "About last nightâ"
âDonât," he cut in, his voice low but firm. "Letâs focus on the mission."
You swallowed, biting back whatever words had been forming. He didnât want to talk about it. Fine.
The knot in your chest tightened. You wanted to tell himâwanted to say something to bridge the gap between you, but the walls were still there, and neither of you was ready to break them down.
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The mission was supposed to be simple. You and Bucky had done this a hundred timesâget in, gather intel, get out. He was the shadow, slipping in unnoticed, while you were the distraction, loud and violent, drawing the guardsâ fire away.Â
You took point, leading the guards away with your usual brashness. Something that Bucky criticized you for.
You could feel Buckyâs eyes on you, tracking your every movement. Most of the time, his gaze felt like scrutiny, like he was waiting for you to mess up. But today there was something else. Protectiveness, perhaps?
As you manoeuvred through the base, you split up. You were supposed to patrol the halls, distract any guards, draw fire from Bucky to you. Bucky was supposed to secure the intel. You stopped in the centre, where you were supposed to wait for communications right about now.Â
Where is he? you thought, scanning for Bucky, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was supposed to signal once heâd reached the server room. But the silence on the comms was making you nervous.
Your instincts kicked in, as you heard more guards coming from your left.Â
You cursed, ready for confrontation.
You felt exposed, vulnerable. Normally, you could feel his presence. But now, something was different. The usual synchrony between you two felt⌠off.
Suddenly, the footsteps halted as gunfire erupted in the distance, shattering the uneasy quiet. Your heart raced. That wasnât part of the plan. Bucky wasnât supposed to engage until he had the data. The sound of gunshots rang in your ears, echoing in the corridors of the enemy base.
âBarnes, what the hellâs going on?â you hissed into the comms, trying to keep your voice steady. No response.
Your breath hitched. Something was wrong. Your steps quickened, your pulse pounding in your ears. The sound of shouting and footsteps grew closer. Where the hell is he?
You ran towards where Bucky was supposed to be. Rounding a corner, suddenly a gunshot rang outâclose. Too close.
A sharp pain seared across your side as you dove for cover behind a stack of crates. You cursed under your breath, pressing your hand to the wound. Blood oozed through your fingers. The bullet had grazed you, which was survivable, but the sting was enough to remind you just how dangerous this was becoming.Â
You shot your attacker with your last bullet, bullseye on the center of their forehead. The body went stiff, still on the ground. Brutal. Clean. Necessary.
âWhere are you, Barnes?â you muttered, your breath coming in ragged bursts, but you were only met with static from the other line. You were supposed to be the distraction, but without his backup, you felt vulnerable in a way you hadnât felt in years.
Damn it, this isnât working. You threw away the comms and crushed it beneath your heel.
You heard the commotion getting closer and closer, and then suddenly the gunfire stopped. Maybe Bucky had been able to disarm the enemy and was making a run for it.Â
You glanced over the edge of a crate. Your eyes widened, spotting the sniper hidden on the corner, by an air vent, aiming on your head. Your heart pounded, knowing you donât have the energy to dodge another shot.Â
You took a deep breath, readying for impact.
Then, there was a flash of movementâBucky!
He appeared out of nowhere, barreling toward you just as the sniper lined up his next shot.
âMove!â he shouted, his voice brimming with panic.Â
Before you could react, his body slammed into yours, tackling you to the ground. The breath was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground hard, his weight pinning you down.Â
Buckyâs chest pressed against your back, his breath heavy in your ear as he shielded you from the line of fire. His metal arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and despite the chaos, you couldnât ignore the heat of his body, the way it made your skin tingle. But the relief was short-lived.
The next sound you heard was a grunt of pain.
You twisted beneath him just in time to see Bucky stumble, his hand clutching his side. Blood. Too much blood. It soaked through his tactical suit, spreading rapidly as he slumped back, his face pale with pain.
âNo!â The word tore from your throat as you scrambled to your feet, gently laying him on the ground before he could fall. You grabbed his arm, trying to keep him upright, but he was heavy, his body sagging against yours.
âIâm fine,â he grunted, his voice strained, but the way he leaned on you told a different story.
You felt the adrenaline surge through your body, giving you the last boost of energy you needed. You grabbed Buckyâs rifle, blindly shooting at the direction of the sniper.Â
You werenât shooting clean shots anymore. You didnât care. You didnât stop until you saw the body fall on the floor.Â
You scrambled back to Bucky.Â
âThis wasnât part of the plan,â you snapped, your voice trembling with anger and fear as you pressed your hand to the wound in his side, trying to stop the bleeding. âWhy didnât you stay in position? You werenât supposed toââ
âTo what?â he rasped, wincing as he tried to move. âLet you die?â
âI had it under control!â you shot back, hough you knew it was a lie. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, but the closeness only fueled your anger. âIf you had just stayed where you wereââ
âYou were in the open. I had toââ Bucky interrupted, his voice sharper than before, his eyes dark with frustration. His hands tapped his pocket, making sure he had the intel you came here for.
âI was doing my job, Bucky!â you shouted, your grip tightening on his arm. The fear bubbling up in your chest was quickly being overtaken by anger, the unresolved tension from last nightâs fight bleeding into the moment. âBut youâdamn it, why do you always have to make everything harder than it is?!â
His eyes met yours, blazing with frustration. âIâm the one keeping you alive!â he growled, stepping closer despite the pain radiating from his wound. âYou never listenââ
âYou donât trust me!â you accused him, your voice shaking when you noticed the bleeding wasnât slowing. Did it hit an artery? âand now youâre hurt because you had to play the hero!â
His jaw clenched, his hand gripping your arm tightly as he struggled to stay upright. âI donâtââ He stopped, his voice catching as the weight of your words sank in. His eyes flickered with something that made your heart twist. âI donât want to lose you.â
The confession was so quiet, so raw, that it hit you harder than any bullet could have.Â
Your anger faltered, the heat of the moment cooling as you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat. âBuckyâŚâ you started, but the words died on your lips.
Soon, you heard hostile footsteps growing louder in the distance. You didnât have time for this. Not now.
You tore your gaze from his, focusing on the immediate task at handâgetting him out of here.Â
You supported Bucky as best you could, half-dragging him through the enemy base toward the extraction point. His body was heavy against yours, his breaths shallow, but he still had enough strength to keep his arm around you, guiding you through the chaos.
âStay with me, Barnes,â you muttered, your voice tight with worry as you half-ran, half-stumbled through the corridors.
Bucky groaned in response, his grip on you tightening, his weight sagging against your side. âAre you even⌠strong enough to carry me?â he gritted out, his voice laced with pain. There was a flicker of his usual sarcasm there, a sign he was still fighting.
You shot him a glare, even as panic clawed at your chest. There was a hint of charm in his voice this time, and you couldnât help but smile a little. âDonât make me regret saving your ass.â
His weight pressed heavily on your shoulders, and his blood soaked into your gear, but you didnât stop. You couldnât stop. Every time his breathing hitched, you pushed yourself harder, refusing to let the fear of losing him take over.
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By the time you got him back to the quinjet, Bucky was barely conscious. You worked frantically to stabilise him, your hands shaking as you hooked him up to an IV and bandaged the wound as best as you could with the limited supplies on hand.
When you finally returned to the Avengers compound, they wheeled him away to the med bay, and despite the doctorsâ reassurances that heâd pull through, you refused to leave his side.Â
For the rest of the night, you stayed by his bedside.Â
Sam dropped by a couple of times, bringing you water and food you couldnât bring yourself to touch. On his third visit, he lingered, watching you with a knowing expression. Bucky was still unconscious, the steady rhythm of the EKG was the only sound in the room as you stared at him. Your hands clutched the arms of your chair as if holding onto something solid would stop your thoughts from spiraling.
âYouâve been here a while,â Sam said softly, not wanting to disturb the stillness in the room. âYou should eat something.â
He pointed at the bottle and sandwich he had brought a couple of hours ago. You nodded faintly, but your eyes didnât leave Bucky. âIâm not hungry.â
Sam sat in the chair next to you, his gaze flicking between you and Bucky. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
"So..." he started, drawing out the word like he was testing the waters, "you finally decide to stop dancing around each other or what?"
You shot him a glare, but it lacked the amusement you usually reserved for his teasing. "Sam, not now."
"Hey, I'm just saying," Sam replied, holding his hands up in defence. "It's been months of this weird tension, and now you're sitting here like you're at the end of some romantic drama. It's about time you said something."
âCan we not do this now?" You repeated, snapping this time, though you did not mean to.Â
âHeâs gonna be fine,â Sam reassured you quietly, now aware of your agitation, âYou donât need to sit here all night worrying.â
âIâm notâŚâ you trailed off, realising how defensive you were being. With a sigh, you slumped back on your chair. âI⌠I shouldâve seen the sniper sooner.â
Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head. âYou know Bucky. He wasnât about to let you take that hit, no matter what.â
You glanced at Bucky, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. You lowered your voice, scared that he would somehow hear you. âI donât understand why heâs always like this. One minute heâs insulting me, and the next, heâs throwing himself in front of bullets for me.â
Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair. âYou matter more to him than you think.â
You scoffed quietly, not quite believing him. âHe sure has a funny way of showing it.â
âListen,â Sam said, his tone soft but firm. âBucky⌠heâs complicated. He doesnât exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. But the fact that youâre sitting here, all torn up over him? Makes me think his feelings arenât one-sided.â
You looked over at Sam with visceral scepticism in your eyes.Â
Sam leaned forward again, his expression serious now. âIâve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no oneâs watching. Hell, he gets jealous of the guys you go out with.â
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Samâs words sink in. The argument with Bucky from the previous night echoed in your mindâhis harsh words, the way heâd cut into you so deeply, as if trying to push you away. Was that really how his jealousy manifested?Â
Then there was today, how heâd risked his life without hesitation to save you.
âHe nearly died today,â you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. âBecause of me.â
âHe didnât do it because he had to.â Sam shook his head. âHe did it because it was you.â
You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of Samâs words settling in your chest. You had always felt the tension between you and Bucky, the unspoken something that simmered beneath the surface, but you had never let yourself fully confront it. Maybe because it was too scary to admit. Maybe because you feared that caring about someone like Bucky Barnes carried more risk than you were willing to take.
You blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes. âI donât know what to do...â with all this information you had just dumped on me.Â
Sam smiled faintly, standing up and resting a hand on your shoulder. âJust be here when he wakes up.â
You watched as Sam walked out, leaving you alone with Bucky again. You let your eyes fall back to his sleeping form, his face still pale but peaceful. You reached out, hesitating for just a moment, before gently brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead.
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Hours had passed before Bucky finally stirred. The room was heavy with the weight of everything that had happened, thick with the scent of blood and sweat. You sat beside him, your body drained, shoulders hunched over. Your mind stayed alertâunable to tear your focus from him for even a second.Â
âBucky?â Your voice was hoarse, cracking under the pressure of everything you had witnessed, everything you had felt.Â
His eyelids fluttered as if fighting to lift a weight the weight of the world. For a long, quiet moment, he just stared at you, eyes cloudy and disoriented. âYouâre still here,â he mumbled, his voice fragile.
âOf course, Iâm still here,â you shot back, the sharpness in your tone betraying the tenderness that hid behind it. Your emotions simmered beneath the surface, threatening to overflow. His muscles tensed as he attempted to sit up, but a grimace of pain shot across his face, stopping him short. âYou shouldâve let me handle it,â he muttered through clenched teeth, frustration leaking into his voice. Not because he had been shot, but because it broke his heart seeing you here. You looked so weak and sleep deprived. You looked so tired, your wounds untended.
The anger that had been quietly burning inside you flared. You rose to your feet, the chair scraping the floor in the silence. Your conversation with Sam swam in the back of your mind, but old habits die hard. âHandle what, Bucky? Getting shot?âÂ
His gaze snapped to yours, the weariness in his eyes replaced with a flash of cold steel. âWhy does it matter to you if I live or die?â His voice cut through the room, louder now, tinged with a bitterness.Â
The question hit you like a blow, freezing you in place. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs, the truth clawing at your throat. Every wall youâd carefully constructed around yourself, every defence you had in place, crumbled in an instant. Before you could stop yourself, the words you had fought so hard to keep buried tore free.
âBecause I fucking care about you!â you shouted, your voice breaking. âI care about you so much that I have to pretend I donât just to keep myself sane! Is that what you wanted to hear?â
The air between you felt electric. Buckyâs eyes widened, the force of your confession hanging in the space between you, churning like a wave ready to break. He didnât move, didnât speak at first, just stared at you as if seeing something he couldnât comprehend.
Then, after a beat that seemed to stretch into eternity, his voice came, a low, gravelly whisper that was almost lost in the silence. âYou think I donât feel the same?â His words trembled with a vulnerability youâd never heard from him before.
Your breath caught, and your body stilled. Maybe Sam was right, the realisation dawned on you.
His voice was cracking under the strain of emotions heâd long suppressed, grunting as he sat up. âI push you away because itâs easier than admitting how much Iââ His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists as he struggled to say what heâd buried for so long. âIf I let myself feel it... if I let myself get close to you... Iâll lose you. And I canâtââ His voice faltered, breaking. âI canât lose you.â
Your heart wrenched at his words, at the fear so raw in his voice. Slowly, you took a step toward him, your legs trembling beneath you. The distance between the two of you had never felt so vast, even though it was only a few feet. âBuckyâŚâ The anger, the frustrationâit had drained away. Your voice was softer now than it has ever been with him, gentle. You sat on the edge of the bed, facing him.
He looked up at you, and in his eyes, you saw everything you had ever felt mirrored back at youâthe fear, the longing, the unspoken love that had always been there but never acknowledged.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally let the walls fall completely.Â
âItâs easier than admitting how much Iââ Bucky tried again, but couldnât finish. The words werenât enough.Â
You closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, your hands reaching for him, pulling him into you, and your lips crashed against his with a force that felt like it could shatter the walls around you.Â
The kiss was desperate, letting go of everything you had kept at bay for so long. It was raw, unfiltered. It was an outpouring of all the feelings you had tried so hard to ignore. There was nothing but you and him, the world outside of this fading away into nothingness.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, chests rising and falling in sync, your foreheads pressed together as if you were trying to ground yourselves. The gravity of what had been revealed was too much for you to process.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was thick, but it wasnât uncomfortable.Â
"What is this?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. âWhat are we?â
Bucky's breath was shaky, his forehead still resting against yours as he struggled to find the right words. His hands hovered at your waist, as if he wasnât sure whether to hold you tighter or let you go. The vulnerability in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirrored yours.
âI donât know,â he whispered, his voice rough and hoarse, barely audible. âBut I canât keep pretending like this doesnât mean something.â His eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching your face as if trying to decipher your feelings, afraid of what he might find there. âYou⌠you matter to me. More than anything or anyone.â
The honesty in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, each beat echoing in your ribcage. You didnât know how to respondâyour thoughts in a tangled mess.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You started, unsure of where to begin, but the words just didnât come. You reached up, cupping his face gently with your hand, brushing your thumb across the stubble on his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a shaky exhale escaping his lips.
âI donât want to mess this up,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting it out loud made it more real. âIâve lost so much. Iâm scaredââ He broke off.
âYouâre not going to lose me,â you whispered, the words firm, even though fear still lingered in the back of your mind. âWeâll figure this out. Together.â
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as the weight of your words settled. Bucky stared at you, pressing his forehead against yours once more, the tension in his body easing ever so slightly.
âTogether,â he repeated softly.
The room was quiet again, the steady beep of the heart monitor the only sound that broke the silence. You sat there, holding each other in the stillness.
And maybe, someday soon, youâd have the courage to say what you both had wanted to say:
I love you.
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our girl â j.m & r.c.
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader x rafe cameron
warnings: smut 18+, violence, polyamorous relationship, threesome, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), possessiveness, degradation, praise, fingering, hair pulling, creampie, squirting, spitting, kelce and topper walking in lol
word count: 2.6k
summary: your boyfriends show their possessive side when they see someone flirting with you at a party.
a/n: based on a lucid dream i had. i died while writing this
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âYou want another drink?â Sarah asked, downing what was left of her drink in one gulp. âNo thanks, Iâm gonna look for Rafe and JJ actually, havenât seen them yetâ you replied, your surroundings slightly spinning as you were already feeling pretty intoxicated. You smiled briefly at Sarah before walking away from the pool and heading inside Rafeâs house, the music of the party increasing.
Itâs been a few months since you started dating your boyfriendsâ yes, boyfriends, because both of them were too obsessed with you so they decided to share you, treating you like their princess. It was intense sometimes, especially at the beginning when they had to get used to one another. Besides, a lot of people had various opinions on your relationship, but you still felt thankful and privileged to have boyfriends who were so sweet and caring. Especially considering that many girls would die to be in your position. Tonight is another one of Rafeâs parties, inviting all his kook friends as well as some pogues since JJ insisted on his friends being invited too.
You walked inside the crowded house full of intoxicated people and kissing couples, trying to find them. You glanced around, seeing many familiar faces but not your boyfriends. Just as you turned to go into another room, your arm was suddenly grabbed firmly. âHey, beautiful.â you felt relieved, thinking it mustâve been Rafe or JJ when you realised you didnât recognise the voice. You turned around in confusion and saw a blonde frat-looking guy check you out with a smirk on his face and a red cup in his hand. His blue eyes were fully fixed on you with a cocky smile on his face.
âDo I know you?â you asked, brows knitted together in confusion as you tried your best to refresh your memory, afraid that your intoxicated state made you forget who he was. âIâm Ryan. I used to hang out with Rafe, you know, back when he used to fuck a different girl every weekâ he said with a chuckle as you arched an eyebrow, unsure why he would bring that up. His smile vanished at the sight of your serious expression, before continuing, âAnyway⌠you want a drink, sweetheart?â he asked, motioning towards the drinks table. You gazed at him, wondering if he was aware of the dangerous game he was playing.
âNo, thank you. I have to g-â you started but he quickly cut you off, âOh, come on! You think Iâm scared of your boyfriends? One drink wonât hurt, loosen up a bitâ he argued before he dragged you to the drinks table. You attempted to break free from his hold, but you were too intoxicated to react quickly and he was way stronger than you, clearly taking advantage of the situation.
âHere you go.â he said, handing you a new drink as you looked at it nervously. When he noticed your anxious expression he slid a hand around your waist as he came closer to you. âHey, hey, donât worry. Just wanna get to know my friendâs girlfriend, thatâs all. I respect Rafe, you know.â he explained, easily convincing you in your drunken state as you took the cup from him with a relieved smile.
âSo, tell me about-â he started before being interrupted in an instant when his name was called, âRyan!â You peeked around Ryanâs towering frame and saw Rafe and JJ making their way to you. Ryan instantly took his hand off your waist and went from having a relaxed stance to one that was stiff and nervous. Rafe had a menacing smile on his face as he eyed Ryan and JJ walked next to him, toying with the toothpick in his mouth.
âI see youâve met our girlfriend.â Rafe said, standing just inches away from you two. âSuch a pretty little thing, hm?â JJ added with a cheeky grin, clearly not taking the poor guy seriously. âYeah man, we just talked about⌠stuff. She-sheâs niceâ he stammered, evidently nervous. Rafe nodded with a downward smile on his face and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. âI see, I seeâŚâ. âLook man, nothing happened, okay? We just talked, thatâs it.â Ryan spoke up, trying his hardest to explain himself while JJ and Rafe exchanged glances, before giving each other a nod. âFucking dumbass.â JJ sneered under his breath as he walked over to you, an arm sliding around your waist as he placed a kiss on top of your head.
âI understand man, no worries.â Rafe reassured before placing his arm over Ryanâs shoulder, âLetâs catch up outside, hmm? We havenât spoken in so long, lots to talk about.â Rafe said as he led Ryan outside, making you turn to face JJ with a worried expression on your face. âWhatâs he going to do with him, J?â you asked, your brows knitted in concern. âSssh, donât worry about it, baby. Heâs just gonna ask him to leave, thatâs all.â he reassured, taking the toothpick out of his mouth and moving his head closer before pressing his lips on yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you were heavily making out against the table, causing you to forget about everything else. You were so caught up in the moment that it took you a while to eventually pull away from JJ as he gazed down at you with a loving smile on his face.
When you glanced over JJâs shoulder, you gasped as your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Rafe leaned over Ryan, who was on the ground, repeatedly punching him until blood was everywhere. âJJ!â you yelled in horror while pointing at the scene. âOh, fuckâ JJ muttered, not necessarily because of Rafe beating him up, but because of you witnessing it. He quickly spun you around so your back was facing the scene before cupping your face in his hands and desperately kissing you again in an attempt to distract you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around JJâs neck, your intoxicated state causing you to forget about the situation again and only feeling hungry for JJ as you pressed him closer to you. His hands already found your ass as he squeezed it, not giving a fuck about anyone watching.
âMy room. Nowâ Rafe ordered as he suddenly walked past you both, causing you to pull away from JJ as you watched Rafe climb the stairs. JJ grabbed your hand as he smirked at you, âYou heard him, princess. Letâs go.â he said, pulling you along and leading you upstairs.
âAm I⌠Am I in trouble? you asked with a soft voice, following JJ in the hallway as you passed several kissing couples. JJ chuckled as he held the door handle to Rafeâs room. âI think we both know the answer to that.â he replied, making you gulp for a moment as he opened the door.
Rafe stood in the centre of the room, his arms folded with an angry expression on his face. Rafe's intimidating frame was accentuated by the lack of light in the room, as only a few red LED lights provided illumination. Even though JJ shut the door behind him, there was still a faint sound of shouting and music coming from downstairs through the walls. âRafe, listen, I-â Rafe interrupted you as soon as you attempted to explain, âWe do the talking here, alright?â Rafe growled as JJ joined him, standing next to him as both of them eyed you while you walked to the bed, sitting down to relieve your sore feet from the heels you were wearing.
âYou didnât have to beat him up Rafe, I swear he didnât do anything! He just offered me a drink and-â you stopped when you heard both of them chuckle, looking at each other before gazing down at you. âI think our girl is a little confused, whatcha think J?â Rafe smirked while approaching you. âNah, youâre right man. I think she forgot who she belongs to.â JJ agreed, nodding as he watched Rafe walk towards you.
Rafe bent down to get at eye level with you, then aggressively gripped your face, forcing you to look at him. âTwo boyfriends is not enough for you? Hmm? God, youâre such a dirty little slut.â You were too afraid to speak as you gazed up at him. âOpen that pretty mouth of yoursâ Rafe ordered and you obliged, opening your mouth widely before Rafe spit in it, âSwallow.â You swallowed while keeping your eyes on him, faces mere inches away from each other. A satisfied smile swept across Rafeâs face as he released his grip on your face, âGood girl.â
Rafe then moved aside, allowing JJ to approach you. JJ wasted no time and pushed you onto the bed, caging you in before planting sloppy kissing all over your neck and undressing you simultaneously, causing you to moan. âTsk, what a dumb girl we have, Rafe.â he growled, sliding the straps of your dress down your arms before fully taking it off, leaving you in just your underwear. âBut so fucking beautiful.â JJ took in your beauty with hungry eyes while biting his lip. He then discarded you of your underwear as well, tossing them across the room. âMake Rafe feel good, baby.â
JJ pushed himself off you while Rafe completely undressed himself, his fully erect cock leaking precum causing anticipation to rage through your body. He looked so beautifulâ the red light accentuating the muscles on his body as he gazed down at you with dark eyes. He got on the bed, sitting against the bedframe before he grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him. âBe a good girl and suck.â
You drew your head nearer, licking up the precum and swirling your tongue around the tip, earning a groan from him. He impatiently pushed your head down, forcing you down his cock. His hand grabbed your hair in a ponytail, preventing it from falling in your face as he bobbed your head up and down. âFuck, just like that.â Rafe groaned as JJ slapped you on the ass, causing you to jolt forward.
âOur pretty girl.â JJ praised while he teased your entrance with his fingers, gathering the wetness and drawing circles on your clit. You moaned around Rafeâs cock, only egging him on as he bucked his hips upwards, causing you to gag. JJ then inserted two fingers into you with ease, as far as they could go. âSo fucking wet for us.â JJ curled his fingers up inside you, pushing against your g-spot, causing your eyes to flutter shut as you let out a loud moan around Rafeâs cock once again. Rafe now grabbed your head with both hands, fully face-fucking you, using you as his personal toy, while JJâs fingers increased their speed, causing your orgasm to approach.
âCum around my fingers, sweet girl. Make a fucking mess.â JJâs words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you felt wetness all over. âHoly fuck, she squirted everywhereâ JJ exclaimed, a chuckle leaving his mouth before he licked his fingers clean. âDirty girlâ Rafe groaned, his voice low and raspy as he continued to fuck your face.
You then heard the buckle of a belt behind you, and not much later you felt JJâs cock teasing your folds, before fully pushing himself in. âStill so tight, fuck.â He groaned before setting a steady rhythm that made you grip the sheets. The sensation was almost becoming too muchâ the way JJâs cock hit your g-spot repeatedly and Rafe fucking into your mouth, saliva running down your face.
Just as you were about to come, the door suddenly swung open, the music and yelling from downstairs filling the room. JJ's thrusts came to a half when all of you looked to your side as your eyes began to widen. âHey, Rafe, you got some- No fucking way.â âGoddamn.â Both Kelce and Topper stood in the doorway, a smirk on both their faces as they eyed every inch of your body. âWell, this is awkward.â JJ uttered as his lips tightened into a thin line. An irritated sigh left Rafeâs mouth as he rolled his eyes, âGet the fuck out before I fucking kill both of you!â He shouted, Kelce and Topper snickering when they left the room and shut the door behind them.
âNow, where were we?â JJ asked before abruptly slamming into you again, causing you to fall forward on Rafeâs chest. âHey, hey,â Rafe took hold of your head, pulling it up with both hands as he raised his eyebrows at you, âDid I say you could stop sucking? Donât think so.â He pushed you back on his cock with his hand behind your head, guiding you. You could feel JJâs thrusts getting sloppy and lose rhythm, knowing he was close. âFuck, gonna cum so deep inside this pretty pussy.â he growled before painting your walls with his warm cum, his hands firmly gripping your hips. You could feel his sperm dripping onto the bed as soon as he pulled out.
Rafe shoved you off him, causing you to look at him with a questioning expression, given that he hasnât cum yet. â Wanna cum inside that tight pussy of yours, filling you with both our cum.â he said as he stood up and flipped you over, causing a small squeal to leave your mouth as you were lying on your back. He grabbed your legs and spread them wider before spitting on your cunt and pushing into you in one quick thrust, making you scream out his name loudly. He immediately set a relentless pace, gripping your waist as he pounded into you while grunting, your tits bouncing to his rhythm.
âDoing so well for us, princessâ JJ praised as he sat next to you, grabbing your face and kissing you passionately with his other hand massaging your boobs. You moaned into JJâs mouth as Rafe placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching even deeper parts inside of you. âYou wanna cum?â Rafe asked as you nodded, your eyes closed as your vision became blurry, âThen fucking beg for it.â âP-please, let me cum. I need to!â JJ chuckled as his hand slowly travelled to your core, drawing fast circles on your clit. âYou hear that, Rafe? Our poor girl needs to cum.â Rafe groaned as he increased his speed and placed quick kisses on your legs. âThen letâs help her.â
JJâs fingers quickened their speed as he marked your neck in hickeys, causing you to grip his arm hard, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin and Rafe was close to coming too, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. âGonna cum for us, sweet girl?â JJ whispered into your ear and you could only nod, unable to speak. âGonna fill you up so fucking good, like the dirty whore you are.â Rafe groaned before his orgasm struck, filling you to the brim with his warmth. You came not long after that, walls fluttering around Rafeâs cock as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the grip on JJâs arm tightening. âJust like that, princess. Good girlâ JJ praised as you came down from your high, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
Rafe pulled out slowly and bent down to place soft kisses on your cunt before getting dressed immediately, causing you to look at him with a confused expression. âBe right back. J, take good care of our girl.â He instructed before exiting the room. âYes, sir!â JJ replied jokingly before shifting his attention back to you. âW-where is he going?â you stuttered, still feeling disoriented due to your orgasm. âProbably killing Kelce and Topper for walking in and seeing you. You know how he gets.â JJ shrugged as he picked you up bridal style before you could say anything else, taking you to the bathroom, âDonât worry about it. Come on, lemme take care of our pretty girl.â
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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part two)
Hugh Jackman x popstar!readerÂ
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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men.Â
warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns.Â
warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3
authors note: I truly appreciate every single one of you who has enjoyed this story and has shown it love. I want to have a slow start to things so I hope everyone appreciates a good slow burn lol. enjoy! <3
part two: pathetic
London was absolutely beautiful. Youâd always dreamed of coming here- simply exploring anywhere out of America really. It was so fun being in a foreign place hearing silly accents all day, you loved it. You wanted nothing more than to do a world tour for your debut album but your label decided to play it safe by only touring around North America. Now that you were here, you dreamed bigger and would try your hardest to gain the fan base it took to have a world tour. Traveling was honestly one of the best perks of being famous.Â
famous
It was a word you were still getting used to as it almost felt shallow to refer to yourself as such. Though it was true. You were famous. Having that interaction with Hugh and Ryan yesterday made the reality sink in even more. Two men who had been in the industry for decades knew who you were, it was mind boggling to put it simply. The embarrassment seemed to keep creeping in when you would remember your interaction between the two men yesterday. The yelp of surprise and the quick, but loud, âholy shitâ that was thrown from your mouth involuntarily made you cringe. Hugh asking about Pedro was something you werenât prepared for at all either. It made sense for him to ask, if he was a close friend of Pedroâs then your name being brought up didnât seem like the oddest thing. However, never meeting Hugh before, you wished the conversation could have been different.Â
Ugh stupid hot, tall, older, Australian man that could sing. He was literally everything you found attractive bundled up into one man. You had a brief obsession with The Greatest Showman, as every theater kid did, but your celebrity crush of the movie was Zac Efron. If only freshman you could see current you, sheâd probably laugh.Â
Hugh had been on your mind all night and hadnât left since you woke up this morning. If you could remember, youâd be certain he was the focus of your dreams too. The following and the comment was shocking to say the least. From Ryanâs words, they were fans but why did he follow you after he had met you instead of before. Ha, as you think about it more, it probably wasnât even him. It was more than likely someone who was hired to run his socials, just like the person on your team that posted that photo for you. You were definitely overthinking it allâŚThis morning when you were brushing your teeth, you kept trying to remember the feeling of his big hand on the base of your spine. It was all a bit pathetic.Â
âHellooooâŚearth to y/n.â Ashley, your best friend, says as she snaps her fingers in front of your face. âAre you going to tell me what has you all spaced out or do I have to deal with you moping around this entire trip?â There's a hint of annoyance in her voice.Â
Ashley has been your best friend since middle school. She was always your number one supporter, so in return, you take her almost everywhere with you. Of course you invited her to London and of course she planned an entire itinerary around your busy work schedule. Her company was appreciated but it was impossible to hide your emotions from her, making moments like this difficult.Â
âIâm sorry. Itâs nothing really, it can wait until later.â If the two of you werenât sitting in the middle of a small cafe, you would have told her every single thought that sat in your brain, but you couldnât. You never knew who was listening in on your conversations. That became something you had to get used to, not being able to exist in public. It usually wasnât too bad, for example, you could sit in a cafe with your best friend but sometimes things got out of hand and you couldnât even walk down the street.
âOkay, you better.â She gave you an understanding nod. âSo, I bought us tickets to go on the London Eye at 2pm then I thought we could go grab a late lunch or dinner, whatever you-â Youâre looking at her and nodding trying your best to pay attention but you canât. You hated the way one singular interaction with Hugh had your entire day scrambled. If you ever saw him again, youâd have to tell him off for being so hot and ruining the fun London trip you had planned.Â
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The wait for the London Eye ended up taking an extra forty five minutes and Ashley was pissed. She was a very schedule oriented person, one minute off and sheâs stressed the fuck out. The entire time we waited, she complained and would have had the king on the phone if you hadn't stopped her. Her mood was unchanged by the time you stepped into your private cart.
âIf I tell you all of my boy drama, would it make you calm down and enjoy the ride?â You ask slyly as you look down at the water below as the wheel starts to move the bubble youâre sitting in higher.Â
She gasps and her eyes go wide.
âBOY DRAMA???â She screams out, her previous negative mood disappearing and her eyes light up with excitement.
You sigh as you gather your thoughts.Â
âWell..itâs not really drama. I may or may not have a teensy crush on someone.âÂ
âOh my god!! Who is it? Have I met them?âÂ
âUh no. I actually just met him-â Sheâs cutting you off before you can finish your sentence.Â
âYOU SLUT!â She yells, pointing an accusing finger at you.Â
âWhat the hell Ash? I didnât even tell yo-âÂ
âItâs Hugh fucking Jackman isnât it? Stacy said she saw the way you looked at him yesterday. Jesus y/n, you donât even know the guy.â Sheâs rambling on, judgment clear in her voice.Â
âSince when are you and Stacy on talking terms?â You purposely ignore everything else she said. Ashley was jealous of Stacy for awhile. When you asked her about it she claimed that Stacy was trying to steal her best friend away. It took a lot of reassurance that the relationship you had with Stacy was work before friendship- and if she had become a good friend along the way, that was something you werenât going to tell Ashley.Â
âWe can be civil when it comes to concerns for you.âÂ
âAnd what concerns are there lately?âÂ
âHuh⌠Stacy let me in on your little conversation yesterday about swearing off men for a little bit but once Hugh stepped through the door, she said that she could tell that idea was out the window.â Sheâs trying her hardest to keep a straight face but there was a slight smirk peeking through.Â
âOh my fucking god, you guys are so dramatic. Yes heâs fine as FUCK but like you said I dont know him. I probably wonât ever see him again.â You sigh at the end. You really wanted to see him again.Â
âWhat even happened that has you wrapped around his finger already?â You donât speak for a moment as you think about how to say your thoughts without feeling dumb.Â
âPlease donât tell me you only have a crush on him because heâs hotâŚYou take your crushes too far for that.â There's a look of panic resting on her face.Â
âHe uhâŚwellâŚyou know how we took the pictures yesterday for BBC?â You ask and she's nodding. âI thought he looked good but I swear I wasnât thinking anything irrational. It was when we had to take those stupid pictures and he rested his hand on my backâŚAsh, I swear there was a spark or something. It felt so⌠I donât knowâŚso.. right?â The cart youâre in is sitting at the top of the wheel and youâre taking advantage of the view while you wait for Ashley to respond. When she doesnât, you turn to look at her. Sheâs staring blankly at you, giving you slow blinks.Â
âWhat?â Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper.Â
âY/n, how old is he?â Her expression is unchanging.Â
âFifty fiveâŚI googled it last night..â You were feeling ashamed of your behavior. You felt like a kid with a stupid school crush. Pathetic.Â
âHm, thatâs your oldest yet. Whatâs next, eighty or ninety five is probably more to your taste huh?â Sheâs making fun of you and it hurts. You know sheâs never approved of your taste in men but you canât really help it. Itâs not like you block out guys your age, they just donât satisfy you. Theyâre mean, boring, and losers. You wanted a real man. Someone who was established in life and could take care of you.Â
âWhatever..â You let out softly. The cart was nearing the bottom once again and you were ready to be free of the room of gossip and judgment.Â
âY/n⌠you know I only want whatâs best for you. I mean look at what happened with Pedro and all the other men before him.â Sheâs sincere and you understand her point of view but you wished she would understand yours as well.Â
âI know Ash. Itâs just a stupid crush anyways.â It was more of a reminder to yourself rather than to Ashley. She was right, you did have a habit of taking your crushes too far. You always had to try to get the guy who held your attention but you were confident in who you were. Most times it worked but a break from dating was what was best for you.Â
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To apologize for being mean, Ashley was currently on the phone with some poor worker from one of Gordon Ramsayâs restaurants. She already made a reservation for tomorrow night but thought tonight would be better to cheer you up. You tried to reason with her by telling her that there were plenty of great restaurants in London we could get into tonight, but she insisted on having a very touristy dinner tonight instead of tomorrow, like it made any of a difference.Â
âI know the reservation is for tomorrow but miss y/l/n needs it for tonight.â Her voice is strong and unwavering, determined to get a table tonight. Sheâs been throwing your name around left and right hoping that someone would know who you were. It all felt too pretentious for your liking but you couldnât control Ashley when she was like this.Â
You were sprawled across your hotel bed, scrolling through instagram. The voices inside your head were screaming to look at Hughâs page, just a peak. Last night after you saw the comment, you practically threw your phone across the room, too afraid to look at it again. You're honestly thankful for that reaction because who knows how long you would have stayed awake thinking about it and diving into his life. You did make that quick google search to see just how old he was but that was the end of your exploration.Â
Your fingers moved faster than your brain could process, typing his name into the search bar and clicking his profile the second it popped up. You didnât have to scroll far into his account before your heart started to race. You clicked on a mirror selfie he had posted of him in his wolverine costume with sunglasses on. The pose and the caption really showed his age but for your sick brain, it made everything about him even sexier. You cautiously swiped out of that picture to prevent an accidental like. The next picture to catch your attention was one of Hugh in the trunk of a car. Your eyes almost jump out of your face with your tongue rolling onto the ground like the cartoons. The size of his arm was insane. You werenât one to go for muscular men, but Hugh could choke you out with that arm any time he wanted to. His smile was so dreamy. You hadnât seen Deadpool and Wolverine yet, not really having interest before, but now you might have to take a solo trip to the movies. You were cooked.
âThank you, Iâm glad we were able to come to an agreement. Yes tonight at 8pm.â Ashley is hanging up the phone and lets out a high pitched squeal.Â
âHow do you do that?â Youâve always been amazed at her negotiating skills and her ability to get whatever she wants.Â
âNatural talent..also having a famous bestie doesnât hurt.â She giggles and checks the time. Her laughter turns to a gasp. âWe have to get ready, itâs already 6pm!â Sheâs gathering her things and as sheâs rushing out of the door, sheâs telling you that sheâll be back soon to get dolled up together.Â
You had to learn how to style yourself over the past year of being in the limelight. Fashion was something you had been interested in but in Minden, if you dressed too out of the ordinary, people would stare. You shied away from it for longer than necessary and only recently learned how to express yourself freely thanks to your stylist, Kat. For dinner, you picked out a lengthy fitted black dress. It had the prettiest floral pattern that covered it with butterflies popping up here and there. What sold you on the dress though were the two frilly pieces of fabric that hung on either side of the dress. It was stunning and it looked even better on you. You decided on letting your hair sit in its natural state, not caring to put much effort into it.Â
When Ashley came tumbling back into your room, wearing a red fitted dress, the two of you put some music on and got to work. You werenât going for a super complicated makeup look, simply deciding on a small winged eyeliner, mascara, a dark blood red lip stain, and a hint of blush. Layering a few necklaces and adding some hooped earrings, your look was almost complete. All that was left were a pair of black heels that had two strings that you effortlessly swirled around your calf tying it into a cute bow at the top.Â
âYou look smoking hot! Let me take a picture of you.â Ashley whistles and grabs your phone to take a few shots. She was right, you looked good. You decided to post one of the pictures of your instagram story with a small caption that said âdinner time đâ.Â
What you loved about Ashley is that she took your fame with a grain of salt most of the time. When you wanted to take an uber or taxi somewhere, she never complained. You often got tired of taking private cars everywhere, wanting a little normality when you could get it. The uber ride over was a quiet one, both of you too focused on the view outside of your own windows, soaking in the reality of being in Europe.Â
The restaurant was gorgeous. It wasnât over the top fancy with normal everyday people littering the dining area, it was nice. Ashley and yourself were in quiet conversation as you looked over the menu. Feeling adventurous, you asked the waitress what she recommended and you ended up ordering the dish. Sipping on your espresso martini, you took a moment to feel grateful for the life you got to live.Â
âOh you have got to be kidding me.â Ashley is sighing with a slight roll of her eyes.Â
âGood evening y/n.â A voice is approaching behind you before you could question Ashleys sudden annoyance. It was a voice you recognized, hearing it the day before. You turn around to see Hugh standing behind your left shoulder and you stand up to greet him properly. Youâve gotten accustomed to hugging almost everyone you meet nowadays, you lean in without thinking.Â
âOh my god! Hi Hugh.â There's a big grin on your face. It felt like a sign that you were seeing him again.Â
âI donât want to bother you ladies for too long. I recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi. I also wanted to apologize for bringing up Pedro yesterday, it was rude of me to do without even introducing myself first.â He lets out in his gruff voice, accent strong. His arm and yours are still interlocked in a weird side hug type of position.Â
âItâs totally fine, you didnât know.â You look into his eyes with utmost sincerity. âOh uh, this is my best friend Ashley. Ashley, this is Hugh.â He breaks the side hug to reach to shake Ashleyâs hand.Â
âNice to meet you.â Hugh lets out and Ashley responds with a short âyou too.â You give her a look that says âbe niceâ.Â
âWell, Iâll get out of your hair. It was really nice seeing you again sweetheart.â He smiles down at you.
âIt was nice seeing you again as well.âÂ
âHere let me.â Heâs motioning to your chair. You take a seat and he's pushing it forward for you.Â
âThank you.â Looking back at him with a shy smile. He gives your shoulder a squeeze of acknowledgment and heâs walking away.Â
âMaybe the universe does want you with a man old enough to be your grandfather. I mean what are the fucking odds of running into him at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant.â Ashley lets out in total disbelief.Â
You donât say anything, you give a sly shrug instead. The rest of the dinner is tame. The food was delicious and you felt woozy from the martinis youâd been downing. Ashley let you know half way through the dinner that Hugh was sitting not to far from us and that he âhad a fucking staring problemâ, her words exactly. It made you giddy to think he was looking over here and if you begged Ashley to trade seats with you it was no one else's business. She obviously refused and you spent the rest of your time focusing on your friend, with Hugh sitting in the corner of your mind.Â
When you got back to the hotel, you immediately stripped yourself from your heels and dress. Laying in the bed in nothing but your undergarments, you opened instagram and took a look at your story one more time, wanting to see just how good you looked. It was shallow for sure but it made you feel good. You saw the hearts flooding the bottom of the screen and decided to swipe up to see who had liked it. As you scrolled nothing really caught your attention until that name caught your eye again.
âI recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi.âÂ
What the actual fuck.
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part three
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Hi!! Could I please order a spicy hot chocolate for Spencer Reid? (Like you know, the ones that people put cayenne pepper in?!)
Youâre an incredible writer and human!
BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND | Spencer Reid x Reader
description: your brother brings home his dorky college classmate, Spencer
length: 2.5k
warnings: spicy, SMUT (omg Em attempts smut and even then its pretty tame but why are my hands shaking), minors dni! heed my warnings this is not for you minors!! nipple stuff, mens genitalia mentioned, Spencer and reader get horny for one another oop. I really hope this is okay I've literally written smut once and even then I second guessed myself so much. SEASON ONE GLASSES SPENCE. BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND SPENCE. smut under the cut.
You felt eyes on you without even having to turn where you were stuffing laundry into the washing machine, your face sweaty with the midsummer heat.Â
âJesus Christ, you look like Hot Topic threw up on you,â Your brotherâs voice resounded as two sets of footsteps entered the kitchen, and someone cleared their throat where you were bent over, denim shorts riding high up your ass cheeks.Â
Flicking a look over your shoulder, you pulled the spoon full of peanut butter out of your mouth, yanking a headphone out of your ear to address him.Â
âDonât shit your pants, dickbrains, itâs all I have until my clothes are clean,â You snapped at Ryan, tongue dancing with the creamy, sweet spread, and your eyes dropped to his left where his best friend fussed over his sweater cuffs, a duffel bag on his back, and your eyes softened as you saw Spencer looking flushed in your kitchen, âHi, Spence,âÂ
âHi,â He peeped shyly, and you smiled widely at the obscenely tall boy who had been to your house a number of times. Ryan had met Spencer on the first day of college, or at least his first day. For Spencer, it had been six years already, his third doctorate well underway, and the two had quickly bonded over something dumb and nerdy youâd never bothered to take note of. You clicked the dials on the machine to a low setting, pouring some detergent into the drum and pressing the âStartâ button.
âYou guys doing homework?â You asked, fixing where your shirt slouched off the side of your shoulder, exposing your lack of bra and baring your collar bones, and you were quick to catch the way Spencerâs hazel hues fell there with something fleeting and guilty in his expression.Â
âWeâre not twelve years old calculating how many watermelons Sally and Jess have all together,â Your brother scoffed, screwing his lips in annoyance, just as much as any twenty year old pumped full of hormones and energy drinks. âWeâre writing a paper on thermodynamics; Spencerâs staying over tonight,â
Rolling your eyes at his know it all snark, you pulled a face back at him, despite the fact you were one year older. You looked to his left where Spencer stuffed his hands in his pockets, his cheeks pink as he caught himself like a fly in honey in one of your usual arguments.Â
âDo you want a drink, Spence?â You offer, ignoring Ryanâs shitty attitude, heading over to the fridge and swinging the door open, your fathers bottles of beer clinking together where they lay flat on the top shelf.Â
âSoda would be great, please,â Spencer murmured, trying not to stare as you leaned over, those little, black hot pants skirting up so far his face felt feverish and he forced himself to look at the linoleum tiles in a scrambled attempt to control his thoughts.Â
He felt like a kid again, with a stupid little crush on the older girl who batted her lashes and called him Spence and smiled at him like you knew exactly how you made that big brain of his turn to mush when you spoke to him.Â
Handing him a Coke, he tried to ignore the way your cold fingers brushed and avoided your gaze at all cost.
âThankyou,â He said, his voice cracking in the very middle of it in a way that made him feel like a total loser, and he heard you giggle, his neck growing a prickling hot.Â
Before you could say much else, his friend grabbed his sleeve, tugging him in the direction of his room where you couldnât bother them anymore.Â
Spencer was thinking about your laugh the entire afternoon, until they gave up writing and turned to watching Star Trek, the evening air quickly turning humid and dark, and he begged the tightness in his boxers to leave him be for even just a second.
Only, he found no such luck, tortured by the thought of you being just a single flight of stairs away from him.Â
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You were doing dishes by the time you heard him again. Assuming it was Ryan, you made no effort to greet him since it usually was only responded with a grunt or cuss anyways.Â
Except you could tell by the footsteps that were too careful, the presence that was too soft, even by the way he cleared his throat nervously, that it certainly wasnât your obnoxious brother who had come into the kitchen for a midnight snack.Â
Whirling around at the sound, Spencer stood on the other side of the dining table you'd been sitting at just a few hours ago eating pasta and listening to your mom recounting her stressful day in the office. Thin, framed glasses perched on his nose, ones youâd never seen before, glinting in the light from the oven as he blinked at you behind the lenses.Â
âSpence,â You said with a tired smile, eyes dropping to his shirt and plaid trousers, âCute jammies,âÂ
He paused for a second, looking down to the grey Doctor Who set, a diagram of the TARDIS splayed across his chest, and he blanked when he tried to figure out if you were kidding or being genuine, âThank you. You too,â
He didnât know why heâd said it, maybe because thatâs just what you do when someone is being kind, except only then did he look at what you were wearing, and impossibly so it was even more scandalous than what you were wearing earlier.Â
A tank top, if he could even call it that with how far it rode up, and a lacy pair of blush underwear, a pretty white bow resting just below your belly button.Â
Following his gaze as it devoured your exposed appendage, you grinned at him devilishly, âSorry, it gets pretty hot in my room at night,âÂ
âY-yeah I can imagine you-youâre hot,â He stammered, realising what he said when you raised a brow at him, âB-because youâre a floor up, I mean, and heat rises because hot air has a lower particle density than cool air although some physicians believe-â
âI know what you meant, Spence,â You said with a smirk, moving around the table to stand in front of him, your feet padding softly against the cold floor. Looking up at him with a tilted head, you inspected the frames you realised were a mahogany brown now you were close enough to see them properly, you peered past the lenses and right into where his doe eyes stared back at you, skittish and flustered, âAre these new?âÂ
Spencer licked his lips nervously, âI used to wear glasses when I was a kid but now I wear contacts,â He said, rubbing clammy palms over his trousers. He could smell your detergent from here, the same one heâd seen you pour over your laundry just a few hours earlier, âBlossom breezeâ or something girly and sweet and floral like that. He didnât know the brand, but it was entirely intoxicating, except he suspected it had nothing to do with the liquid and more to do with the fact he could see your nipples pressing against your shirt when you stood so close to him, âGirls donât really think scrawny guys in glasses are.. hot,âÂ
You sniggered, though your brows furrowed the slightest bit, âWho told you that?âÂ
âLotâs of girls, more than once actually, itâs just kind of common knowledge,â He fumbled, his chest pricking with nerves when your fingers moved up to grip his waist gently, thumbs danced down his hip bones, the gentle touch alone stirring his cock into a painfully hard stance. He gulped, the sound loud in the sombre twilight of the kitchen, and for a guy who had aced every single test heâd ever taken, who played chess against himself for fun to guess his next five moves, Spencer had no clue where he existed outside of your body so close to his, looking at him like he was a puppy begging for treats if he gave paw.Â
âI think those girls are absolute boneheads if they canât see how pretty you are, Spence,â You said his name as if it was the only one that had ever mattered, and he couldnât help how his chest swelled at the sentiment, even if he wasnât so off guard as to actually believe that. Youâd always had this way of making people feel special, he saw it at your family barbecue last Summer, when your cousins flocked around you like you were their Queen Bee, how you seemed to make waiters and waitresses alike flush under your preening smiles and 'please's and 'thankyou's whenever you took Spencer and your brother out for dinner.Â
âT-thankyou,â He replied after a thick breath, his chest rattling as you pulled him towards your calm figure, and he let himself be guided like he were leashed, âY-youâre pretty too,â
He wanted to tell you so much more than that, that you were beautiful like all the popular girls at school were, only humble and kind like the golden part of you glittered inside too, except before he could even attempt at expanding on his three pathetic little words heâd stammered through laboured breaths, he effectively got fully disconnected from his brain when you leaned in towards his face and brushed your nose against his, testing the waters.Â
Your gaze trailed up to his innocently, so close he could feel your minty breaths fanning over his bottom lip, and he guessed youâd already brushed your teeth ready for bed.Â
âYou really think Iâm pretty, Spence?â You asked naively, even if he knew it was just because he forgot how to speak when you were too forward, as if you were trying not to spook a deer. He nodded quickly, his eyes zeroing on where your mouth was mere centimetres away from him, one single shiver in his spine and he would be kissing you, and like youâd heard his train of thought, you pushed your lips against his softly, his body jolting with an electric shock.Â
There could be sirens surrounding the entire house and he would be none the wiser, because in mere seconds his blood was rushing through his eardrums, sounding like radio static, and it was only when he felt the vibration of it against his mouth did he realise youâd whined, and his hands sprung to life, cupping both your cheeks and tugging you closer to his face as if he was clinging onto every second of the feeling.Â
Spencer groaned, a sound he didnât even realise he was going to make until he felt your fingers squeeze him lightly, and he snapped back into his body like a hair tie slinging him back into a world where the girl heâd had a teeny, tiny, maddening crush on for months was making out with him in her kitchen.Â
ââGotta be quiet, baby, my parents are asleep,â You said, breathless as you ripped yourself away from him, despite the fact he was insistently pulling you back towards his mouth, and you smiled up at his urgency, âYou ever kissed a girl before, Spence?â Â
He sighed, and youâd never counted him as sassy until you heard it, almost spoiled and bratty now youâd given him a taste of heaven and held it back from him for the sake of small talk.
âOnce, at recess in fifth grade, but it wasnât like this,â He said, yanking you back towards him ravenously, and you let him devour your lips again, grinning into his desperate mouth, âNever been like this,âÂ
You werenât sure whether he meant himself or what was likely a peck on the lips between kids as a dare, but you didnât think too hard about it, as you slotted yourself back into his rough hands, calluses on the insides of his right fingertips from the years holding a pen so hard he might just break it. He felt your mouth open, and he followed your lead, your tongue feathering out with a shyness you showed nowhere else. And it was like every single statistic and number and fact about sharing saliva flew out of his head with wanton need as he dove right for the source, the tip of his tongue meeting yours with a warm nudge and he heard you mewl in pleasure.Â
Spencer didnât know what had come over him. Only moments ago heâd been too nervous to even look at you in fear of stumbled around a few syllables and calling them words. Yet here he was, his glasses slipping down his nose and pressing against the bridge of your own, your chest pressed so close to him he could feel your nipples pebbling against his TARDIS shirt, and it was like it was then he remembered you had no bottoms on except your panties.Â
He hooked a hand underneath one of your legs, hiking it up to his waist and pushing even further up against you, the sudden movement making you gasp, your lower back hitting the dining table as his pubic bone ground against the ball of nerves that had been aching since you caught him shuffling around your kitchen in his damn Doctor Who pyjamas.Â
Sliding his broad fingers up, your skin spread into gooseflesh and it was your turn to become putty under his touch as he bravely grabbed a handful of your arse, though his touch was still light and uncertain if he was crossing any boundaries. The change in position meant you felt yourself leaning back, your spine spreading out like a cat in warm sunlight, and he was quick to accommodate you, ever eager to please as Spencer was, moving away from the warmth of your mouth and kissing his way down to your pulse, the feeling of it making both of you hum on quietened tones in pleasure.Â
âWhy have we never done this before?â You asked breathlessly, your chest rising frantically as you gasped for air, a hushed moan bleeding into your airways.Â
Spencer held you upright with one of his long arms, thought his mouth devoured a path over your collar bones, heading right for where your breasts lay in wait, and he didnât even bother trying to remove your top as he kissed over your nipple with hungry, warm lips.Â
âI dunno, probably because Ryan wouldnât be too happy with me trying to fuck his sister while heâs eating dinner,â Spencer said without thinking, his tone sharp and witty as ever, like the noises you were making and the desperation in your touch seemed to rewire his thoughts into something overindulged.Â
But you laughed, loud enough you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from waking up the whole house, because you had no idea how youâd explain to them why you and Spencer had ended up half sprawled on the dining table as he practically fixed himself onto every inch of you. And without warning he chuckled too, the vibration blowing over your skin that was already humming with excitement.Â
âDo you think we could do this more often?â You asked, raising yourself up onto your elbows as his hands spread over your stomach, riding your top up just the smallest bit so he could kiss over your stomach, his pupils blown out into planets behind his glasses, his cheeks tinged raspberry red, his gaze drunken like he was in some sort of sugar rush only ready to stop when heâd gotten his fill, though at the rate he was going Spencer thought that day might not actually come.Â
You were a drug, a nectar heâd never come close to, and he felt like every kiss to your skin only made that well in his stomach dig deeper and deeper, possibly never running dry as his every thought overflowed with drops of you, and your smell, and your taste, and your tongue.Â
Missing your lips, he moved back up to your face, crashing his mouth back onto yours as your fingers raked through his hair, the sensation jolting his rod like appendage into you own pelvis, the two of you shivering with the feeling of it.Â
âI think we can arrange that,â He murmured, and you grinned up at him devilishly as he fiddled with the cotton hem of your underwear nervously, his boldness wearing off as he saw that glint in your eyes that spelled trouble. But he understood that nervous and excitement felt so similar it was easy to mistake one for the other, perhaps even mesh both together at the same time, and the logical explanation for his clammy hands and racing heart seemed to soothe him the slightest bit.Â
He loved sleepovers at your house.
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Beekeeping Age
Summary: Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Based on this request.
Pairing: Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warnings: Age Gap (25 and 55), Secret Relationship, not proofread
Mars speaks... Thank you so much for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond! Also I'm pretty sure his daughter is like 19 but for the sake of this, she's like 25 lol.
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You and Ava had met in your first year of university. She was studying communications, and you were pursuing cinema, but your friendship clicked immediately. Movie nights turned into inside jokes, and your shared love for Formula 1 only solidified the bond. By the time you were finishing your degree, her house felt like a second home.
And her dad? Well, Hugh Jackman was always around, friendly and easy to talk to. Over time, your admiration for him began to grow into something more, though youâd never admit it out loud⌠until one day, a TikTok joke set things in motion.
âYou know what we should do?â Ava said, sitting beside you on the living room floor, phone in hand.
âWhat?â
âThis audio!â She played a popular audio on tiktok about beekeeping age.
You snorted, shaking your head. âSeriously? You wanna do that?â
âCome on, itâll be hilarious,â she said, nudging you playfully. âBesides, half the world already has a crush on my dad.â
You rolled your eyes. âFine.â
With a laugh, you both set up the shot. Ava played the part of the daughter, gushing over her dadâs wholesome bee-keeping hobby, while you delivered the punchline.
When you finished recording, Ava burst out laughing. âOh my God, that was perfect.â
You laughed along, but you couldnât help but feel the warmth creeping up your face. The joke hit a little too close to home. Ava raised an eyebrow, catching your expression.
âWaitâŚâ she began, eyes twinkling with amusement. âYou donât actuallyââ
âWhat? No!â you quickly protested, but she kept laughing.
âOh, come on. Everyoneâs into him! I mean, heâs Hugh Jackman. Itâs fine,â she teased.
You flushed but waved it off. She had no idea how much truth there was behind that joke.
A few days later, you found yourself chatting with Hugh after one of his early morning runs. You were both sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in comfortable silence.
âAva tells me youâre a big F1 fan too.â Hugh said, glancing over with a grin.
âYeah, Iâve been obsessed for years,â you said, grateful for the change in subject. âI actually studied cinematography partly because I loved the way F1 races are filmed.â
Hughâs eyes lit up with interest. âNo kidding? I didnât realize thatâs what got you into it.â
You nodded, feeling more at ease. âIâve always loved how dynamic the sport isâthe speed, the angles, the tension.â
âWell,â Hugh said, leaning back in his chair, âspeaking of F1, Ryan just gave me tickets to the next race with Alpine. I was thinking of taking Ava and⌠maybe you, if youâre interested?â
Your eyes widened in excitement. âWait, really? Youâre inviting me to watch the race from the garage?â
He chuckled at your reaction. âAbsolutely. I wouldnât ask if I didnât think youâd enjoy it.â
The race weekend was a dream come true. Standing in the Alpine garage, so close to the action, was something youâd always fantasized about. Hugh was at your side, just as enthusiastic, and you found yourself growing more comfortable around him. As the weekend progressed, your conversations flowed effortlesslyâfrom F1 to films to life, and everything in between.
By the end of the trip, there was an undeniable connection between the two of you. You couldnât help but feel that spark.
What started as innocent conversations turned into something more over time. Hugh would call or text you when he wasnât busy, and the two of you found more excuses to spend time together. Coffee runs became long walks, and movie nights became opportunities to hang out alone. It wasnât long before you realized your feelings for him were deeper than a crush.
The sneaking around was thrilling, but it also felt right. You and Hugh kept things under wraps for a while, not wanting to complicate your friendship with Ava.
One evening, you were relaxing on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when an edit of Hugh popped up on your feed. It was a compilation of his movie moments, and you couldnât help but smile at how good he looked in each clip. As the video played, you whispered to yourself, âHe really is amazingâŚâ
You didnât notice Hugh walk into the room until he chuckled from behind you. Startled, you looked up, realizing heâd seen the reflection in your glasses.
âWhy watch videos when you have the real thing right here?â he teased with a playful smirk.
You blushed, embarrassed. âIâuh, I wasnâtââ
But he just laughed and sat down beside you. âItâs alright. Still nice to know Iâve got some fans out there.â
Eventually, you both knew you couldnât keep the relationship a secret forever. The guilt was starting to weigh on you, and Ava had always been too important to lie to.
Sitting in the kitchen one afternoon, you glanced at Hugh nervously. âI think itâs time we tell Ava.â
He nodded, though he looked just as apprehensive. âYeah, I think youâre right.â
You sat down with Ava, your heart pounding in your chest. âAva, I need to talk to you about something important.â
She looked up from her phone, sensing the seriousness in your tone. âWhatâs going on?â
You exchanged a quick glance with Hugh before speaking. âIâve been seeing someone⌠and itâs your dad.â
Her eyes widened, and the room fell silent. You could see the surprise and confusion on her face as she processed what you had said. The tension in the air was thick as you braced yourself for her reaction.
âThis is⌠really weird,â she finally said, rubbing her forehead, âbut I still love you guys. I guess I just wasnât expecting that.â She looked between the two of you, a small smile forming. âJust treat him well, alright?â
Relief washed over you as the tension melted away. You hadnât known what to expect, but Avaâs acceptance lifted a weight off your shoulders.
âI promise,â you said with a smile.
Mars speaks... Thank you for reading, any and all feedback is always appreciated đŤś
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Hail to the Princess - Eddie Munson x Reader
An As You Wish story
Summary: Halloween is here and all of the Munson children are excited. Putting a little makeup on your husband gets you excited as well.
Note: Happy Halloween!
Warnings: pregnant!reader
Words: 3.8k
[As You Wish masterlist]
Autumn was always the best season in Indiana. Thereâs a chill in the air, but thereâs no bitter cold. The leaves turn beautiful colors and float down gently to meet the earth. All the spiced scents and soft clothes make it such a cozy time. Not to mentionâŚHalloween.
The spooky holiday was always a favorite in the Munson household. You can still remember the very first Halloween after you met Eddie and the boys. You dressed up as a fairy, Ryan as Scooby Doo, Luke as a pirate, and Eddie decided to be boring and not don a costume. He also wasnât planning on wearing one tonight when he takes Luke and Eliza out.Â
Usually, both of you liked to go out with the kidsâit was always fun to see them so excited and to check out the costumes of other trick-or-treaters darting from house to house. But this year, the end of your first trimester has you exhausted. This pregnancy seems to be making you even more tired than the first one did. Some days you barely have the energy to keep up with your rambunctious four-year-old when she gets home from school.Â
This year, Ryan is going to a Halloween party at one of his friendâs houses. Eddie was a little nervous when he first heard the news, but you calmed him down by reminding him that Ryan is a good kid. Itâs not that Eddie doesnât trust Ryan, thoughâitâs that he doesnât trust the other kids. But he has to let his son be a teenager.
Lukeâs best friend has the flu, so instead of Sean joining your kids to go around your neighborhood, itâs just going to be the brother and sister duo. Plus Eddie, of course.Â
Since you donât get to go out and see Eliza and Luke in action (or Ryan, for that matter) this time around, you all decided that you will help them with any hair or makeup that needs to be done as part of their costumes.Â
The moment she steps foot in the house after school, Eliza wants to start getting ready. After a quick shared snack of cut up grapes and pretzels, the transformation begins.
The first step for Eliza is to take a bath and wash her hair. Your headstrong daughter told you that she wanted straight hair because she doesnât want her crown to snag in her curls. You canât blame her honestlyâyou remember the tiara debacle from her second birthday.Â
But to achieve your little girlâs request, you have to use a blow dryer to give her a proper blow out. You had no clue how to do this, so thank God for YouTube. You mustâve watched every tutorial you could findâwhich was not a lot, honestlyâon blow drying a childâs spiral curls.Â
Surprisingly, Eliza is calm and patient while you do your best to remember advice from the videos. The four-year-old sits in a chair parked in front of your vanity as you buzz around behind her. The plethora of clips you have prepared to section off the hair lay in front of Eliza, practically begging for her to pick them up and play with them. And being four, thatâs exactly what she does.
âOkay, here we go,â you say once you have every section of hair parted like you want. âReady?â
Eliza gives you a thumbs up in the mirror, a neon green hair clip on the tip of her finger.Â
Drying the first few chunks of hair makes you feel a bit uncoordinated and wish you had a few more hands to help out, but once you get into the groove, you find the blowing out pretty easy. It also makes Elizaâs hair soft and silky, the strands running through your fingers like a cool breeze.Â
âIt feels so pretty!â Eliza exclaims once youâve finished her entire head. She laughs as she runs her fingers through her straightened hair. Neither of you have seen it this way before. Of course she looks absolutely beautiful, but you do miss her curls.Â
Eliza hops down from the chair and looks up at you, batting her unfairly long eyelashes.Â
âNow makeup?â she asks, voice syrupy sweet.
You let out a bark of laughter as you put your hair dryer away.
âDo you want your father to divorce me?â you joke.Â
âItâs Halloween!â Eliza argues.
âI know, I know,â you say. Youâre too tired to argue with her and if Eddie wants to argue later, he can say whatever he wants to your sleeping body.Â
âJust a little?â Eliza holds her thumb and forefinger half an inch away from one another.Â
âJust a little,â you acquiesce.Â
You pat the seat in front of your vanity and Eliza climbs back up. She continues to admire her straight locks as you dig out your makeup bag.Â
âOkay,â you say as you rifle through it. A pale blush catches your eye and you scoop that out along with a coral lipstick. Youâre not going to put any eye makeup on her thoughâyou need to save your eyeliner for Luke, anyway. You hold up the two items you plucked out and show them to Eliza. âGood?â
She stretches her neck to give them the best inspection she possibly can. What sheâs trying to determine, you have no idea. Eventually though, she must find it.
âGood,â she affirms with a nod of her head.Â
Dusting the blush on the tops of her round cheeks makes you smile. Youâre having fun with this. Sure, you and girlfriends would have fun getting all dolled up when you were younger, but that doesnât hold a candle to being able to do that with your daughter now.Â
âMy goodness,â you say, mostly to yourself, as you finish applying the blush. âNext thing I know youâll be going to prom.â
Eliza giggles at this.
âMooooom! Thatâs Ryan!â
You smile and nod your head in concession. Ryan will be going to his junior prom this year.Â
âAlright,â you say to Eliza. âPut your lips like this.â You open your mouth, showing your daughter how to position herself best for you to apply lipstick. âThis will probably come off when we have dinner, but we can reapply.â
Once youâre finished and capping the small golden tube of lipstick, Eliza examines herself in the mirror. Not just her straightened hair now, but her doe brown eyes study her face as well. An adorable, dimpled grin grows on her face, and it makes your heart swell.Â
âDo you know how beautiful you are, Eliza Marie Munson?âÂ
You pick her up from the chair and hold her on your hip. Sheâs getting too old for thisâplus, you probably shouldnât be doing this since youâre pregnantâbut you want to hold your baby girl.Â
âI donât mean just right now. Always so beautiful,â you say. âYour smile, your eyes, your hair. Your adorable little nose that I just wanna bite.â You teasingly scrape your front teeth over the tip of her nose. She giggles and pulls her face away.Â
âIâm pretty like Mama,â Eliza says.Â
Even if you didnât have pregnancy hormones coursing through your body, her words would have caused the same effect. Warm tears flood your eyes, and it takes maximum effort to keep them from spilling.Â
âMaybe Iâm pretty like Eliza,â you say once youâre able to speak.
The little girl shakes her head, straight hair swaying like a sleek silk sheet in the wind.
âYou were first!â she says. Â
âYouâre such a smarty.â
âI know!â
Eliza is practically vibrating in excitement when you pull her Halloween costume out of the closet. She gasps with joy when her eyes land on the pink Sleeping Beauty dress. You slip the polyester over her head and sheâs quick to pull her soft, straight hair out of the way. As soon as you have the back zipped up, the little girl starts galloping around her room.
âIâm a princess, Iâm a princess!â
âWeâll save the crown for later, okay, Your Majesty?â you say as you close her closet.
âKay!â
Elizaâs galloping turns to skipping as she goes through her bedroom door and down the hallway. Thereâs a smile on your face as you follow her outâwalking slowly in your case, though.Â
âMama? Can we watch Sleeping Beauty?â she asks once youâre in the living room with her.
âSure thing, sweet pea.â
You pop in the DVD, then plop down on the couch, your body thankful for the rest after youâve been so active the last hour or so with Eliza.Â
Youâre expecting your daughter to climb up on the couch with you, but instead, she starts marching in circles between the coffee table and the television. Her costume goes schwick, schwick, schwick with every step she takes; the polyester rubbing up against itself and her short legs.Â
The movie opens upon the kingdom celebrating the birth of the new princess, and Eliza begins to sing along, her step never faltering.Â
Hail to the Princess Aurora
All of her subjects adore her
Hail to the King, hail to the Queen
Hail to the Princess Aurora
Health to the Princess
Wealth to the Princess
Long live the Princess Aurora
As the narrator comes back to speak, Eliza comes over and settles herself next to you on the worn couch. She sits on her knees, facing you. Itâs silent for a minuteâunusual for this household. Then, the small girl leans forward and rests one hand on your swollen belly.
âMommy?â she asks.
âYes, my love?â You tuck a dark strand of hair behind her ear.
âRyan named me, right?â
âWell, he was the first one who suggested the name. Daddy and I are the ones who decided on it,â you explain.
She nods her head in understanding, the piece of hair you put behind her ear falling forward again with the motion.Â
âCan I suggesâŚuh, uhjest, zuhâŚâ
âSuggest?â you offer kindly.
âYeah, that. Can I suh-gest a name?â she asks.
âGo ahead, sweet pea.â
Eliza leans in closer to your belly. She rubs her small hand from side to side; it almost looks like sheâs a waitress trying to wipe down a table.Â
âIf the babyâs a girl, I think you should name her Aurora,â she declares.Â
You watch as Eliza stares at your bump, like if she looks hard enough, sheâll see the baby growing beneath your layers of skin and muscles. It brings a smile to your face, how much she already cares about her little sibling.Â
âI think thatâs a beautiful name.â And you do, youâre not just patronizing her.
âYeah?â Elizaâs head tilts up and she looks at you with wide eyes. Eyes so much like her fatherâs that it sometimes takes your breath away.Â
âYeah,â you reply with a nod. âIâll bring it up to Daddy.âÂ
A proud smile grows on your daughterâs coral-painted lips. She gives one last loving pat to your belly before situating herself so sheâs sitting next to you, hip to hip.
âWeâre not going to know if the baby is a boy or girl until theyâre born, though,â you explain before the four-year-old gets caught up in the movie again. âI have the doctors soon and theyâre going to let us see a picture of the baby. But Daddy and I decided we want to be surprised.âÂ
âDid you know me?â Eliza asks, her head tilting to the side like an inquisitive puppy.Â
âYep! They told us youâre a girl and Daddy and I were so happy.â
A thoughtful hum emanates from the small girl as she turns her attention back to the movie. A minute later, she lifts your arm so she can snuggle into your side. You happily wrap your arm around her and enjoy the cuddles.Â
When itâs time for dinner, Eliza does not want to change out of her princess costume. So, in order to keep it stain-free through the meal, you wrap her up in her fluffy pink bathrobe. She finds this hilarious and waddles to the dinner table like a pink Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.Â
The moment her bottom lands in her chair, Eddie is looking at the little girl with a raised eyebrow. His gaze then shifts to you. When he pointedly looks back at Eliza, then you, you realize itâs about the makeup. But youâre going to make him say it out loud.
âWhat?â you ask, spearing a green bean with your fork.
âI didnât know we had Tammy Faye coming to dinner tonight,â he says.Â
You roll your eyes as all three of your kids chime in with, âWho?â
âEliza is a princess, Eddie. She deserves the royal treatment,â you say.Â
âUh huh,â he hums before taking a sip of his water.
âWhat time is Chaseâs mom picking you up tonight, Ryan?â you ask.
Your eldest wipes his mouth off with an already messy napkin before responding.
âLike, eight, I think.â
âMake sure his mom takes pictures of you all!â you add.
âWhatchu gonna be?â Eliza asks, twirling a green bean around on her fork.
âMe and my friends are going as The Beatles,â he tells her.
âYouâre gonna be bugs?â Elizaâs eyes practically pop out of her tiny skull.Â
âNo,â Ryan says with a chuckle. âThe Beatles are a band.â
âYeah, you like that one song they sing,â Luke chimes in. âDesmond takes a trolley to the jeweller's store. Buys a twenty-carat golden ring. Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door and as he gives it to her, she begins to sing!â
Elizaâs eyes light up.
âOb-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah. La-la, how their life goes on!â
She wiggles in her seat as she sings, using her fork as an impromptu microphone.Â
âWhich Beatle are you?â Luke asks.
âGeorge,â Ryan replies.
âAw, is that because everyone always forgets about you, too?â Luke jokes, a smirk on his face.
Ryan shoves Luke, which only makes the younger brother laugh harder.
After dinner and once youâve reapplied Elizaâs lipstick, the little girl sits on the edge of the bathtub and watches you do Lukeâs makeup. Youâre no makeup artist, but you know more than the teenage boy does, so he puts his trust in you to make him look like an authentic zombie.
It mostly consists of making his face look as sickly pale as possible and contrasting that with dark eyes. Youâre pretty sure youâve put so much eyeliner on your son that it will take him all night to scrub off. Or, knowing Luke, heâll just leave it and try to sneak out of the house like that in the morning. Somehow, you donât think his school would appreciate that.Â
âDo you have any green stuff?â Luke asks as you cap the eyeliner.
âGreen stuff? What do you mean? Like, eyeshadow?â
âYeah! I wanna look kind of moldy.â His eager grin makes you chuckle as you rifle through your makeup bag. Â
âEww!â Eliza wrinkles up her nose.
âWell, sorry, Your Highness.â Luke says as you pull out a palette of eyeshadow containing a forest green shade. âWe zombies canât be as clean and fancy as you princesses!â
Your four-year-old stands up and smooths out the ruffles of her skirt with an air of someone five times her age.Â
âTry,â is all the little girl says before walking out of the bathroom.Â
You and Luke look at one another before bursting into laughter.
âHow do I look?â Luke slides into the room on his socked feet with his arms held out at his sides. Heâs changed into a pair of jeans that incidentally are ripped almost all the way down the left side after he tore them trying to hop over a fence. Luckily, it was only a few weeks ago, so Luke knew he could keep them for this very night. On top heâs wearing an old grease and oil-stained white t-shirt that Eddie will throw on under his coveralls for work, and an old blue and green flannel of Wayneâs that he took a pair of scissors to, so it looks ripped and ragged.Â
âWait, whereâs your costume?â Ryan asks sarcastically, adjusting the black skinny tie heâs wearing. âI thought you were going to put on makeup?â
âHa ha,â Luke deadpans while Elizaâs brow furrows.
âHe does got makeup on,â she says.
âRyan was just trying to be mean and say Luke looks like this all the time,â Eddie leans down to her on the couch to explain.
âOh. Mean, Ryan!â
âWell, you look lovely, Your Majesty,â Ryan replies, bowing down before her.
The flattery clearly works with his little sister as she smiles proudly and kicks her feet excitedly.Â
You stroll into the room just as thereâs a knock on the front door.
âThatâs probably Chase,â Ryan says before heading in that direction.
âLooks good, Luke,â Eddie tells his younger son.Â
âI have a good makeup artist,â he replies.Â
âWhat about Daddy?â Eliza pipes up.
âWhat do you mean, sweet pea?â he asks her.Â
âYou donât got a costume or makeup.â
âI donât need any,â Eddie tells her with a shake of his head.
âI donât know,â you say with a shrug. âI kinda agree with her.â
Your husband cocks an eyebrow at you. âOh?â
âMhmm,â you hum. âLuke, can you go grab the eyeliner from my makeup bag?â
The zombie salutes you before heading back down the hall.
As you start to slowly walk towards the couch, Eddie looks at you with an unamused expression.Â
âDo I really need makeup, babe?â His voice is as flat as his interest.
âI guess you donât need it,â you say, shrugging one shoulder. When you come to stand in front of him, you place one knee on each side of Eddieâs hips, straddling his lap. âI think youâd look really good in some eyeliner, though.â Your hands slip up into his hair, where you give a gentle tug. âSince I donât get to go trick-or-treating, maybe that could be my treat tonight?â
Eddieâs look of disinterest quickly morphs into excitement.Â
âWhatever my princess wants,â Eddie croons.
âUh, Daddy!â Eliza complains from the cushion next to you. âI am the princess!â
âRight,â Eddie says, turning his head to look at her. âSilly me. I forgot I have two princesses tonight.â
Ryan pops back into the room, his friend Chase right on his heels, when he sees you sitting in his dadâs lap with your hands in his hair. He automatically skids to a stop and begins to turn around.
âNope,â he says, pushing his friend back towards the front door. âDonât wanna be here for whatever this is. Iâll be back later!â
âBe careful,â you shout after him, while Eddie calls out, âHave fun!â
Luke returns with your eyeliner, and you happily accept it from him. Eliza stands up on the couch cushion and leans against your shoulder as you take the cap off the black pencil.
âI wanna watch,â the little princess says.Â
âYou can be my supervisor,â you say as you adjust yourself in Eddieâs lap. âLook up,â you tell him.
Eddie lifts his chin to look at the ceiling, but you guide his head back down where it was.Â
âWith just your eyeballs, please,â you clarify.
Following your instructions, Eddieâs eyes look skyward as you gently pull down on the lower lid of his left eye. Your hand is steady as you run the pencil back and forth against his waterline.Â
Itâs a good thing two of your kids are in the room because, just having a little bit of eyeliner on, youâre already eager to jump your husbandâs bones.Â
âItâs a crime you donât wear this more,â you murmur as you move your concentration to his upper eyelid.
âWell, maybe after tonight I will,â Eddie answers in a velvety tone.
âDad, why would youâugh, gross.âÂ
Eddie smirks as Luke catches on to what the two of you are alluding to. You let out a soft chuckle as you move to his other eye.
âWhy donât you have Luke put your crown on you?â You suggest to Eliza.
âYes!âÂ
She quickly hops off the couch and runs over to Luke, grabs his hand, and attempts to drag him down the hallway with her.Â
Eddie rests his hands on your hips as you finish up, rubbing his thumbs against the material of your sweatpants.Â
âWant me to be your rockstar tonight?â Eddie asks.
âAnd I will be your groupie,â you say as you pop the cap back on the pencil. Arousal kicks up in you as you take in the sight of your already-sexy husband in eyeliner. âYour groupie who will let you do whatever you want to her,â you purr.
âHappy Halloween, indeed,â Eddie says, waggling his eyebrows at you.Â
âYou done?â Eliza asks as she bursts back into the room, her plastic golden crown perched on top of her head. âGood! Letâs go, Daddy!â
âBut Mommyâs on my lap,â Eddie says.
âMamaaaaa,â Eliza whines. âGet up!â
âExcuse me?â you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
âPlease,â she adds softly.
âYeah. Please,â Luke adds as he follows his little sister back in the room.
Both you and Eddie chuckle as you slide off his lap. You press a kiss to his lips.
âAlright, you guys,â you say to all three of them, âbe safe and have a good time.â
âWe will!â Eliza assures you.
She picks up her pink pumpkin bucket from the coffee table and hands her older brother his blue one.
âLetâs go!â
You, Eddie, and Luke watch as the little girl marches towards the front door in her pink princess dress.
âI guess weâre going,â Luke says as he follows after her.Â
Eddie presses one last kiss to your lips.
âMaybe Iâll be wearing something different when you get home,â you tease. âSomethingâŚlacier, perhaps.â
Eddie groans and drops his head back.
âIâm about to make these kids get their candy in record time,â he says.
You giggle and shove him towards the front door.
âAlright, Mr. Rockstar. Go have fun.â
âLove you, baby.â
âLove you, too.â
Once the door closes behind the three of them, you let out a deep sigh and grab a handful of candy from the bowl thatâs prepared for the trick-or-treaters.Â
âHow about it?â you ask your baby, looking down at your stomach. âWe deserve some candy too, right? Right.â
The small batch of fun-sized candy bars fall into your lap as you plop down on the couch and grab the remote.
âOoh, Beetlejuice,â you say as you come upon a channel playing the movie. âYouâre in for a treat, kiddo. This is a good one.â
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let the world know (one-shot)
summary: you and hugh have been keeping your relationship a secret... until hugh accidentally lets millions of his followers know exactly who he's been dating. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader word count: 3.7k warnings/tags: fluff, surprise appearance of ryan reynolds and blake lively, no use of y/n. a/n: i combined two requests (one & two) into this story and i'm sorry that this to take so long to post, so thank you both for waiting so patiently! hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it. as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.
You had met Hugh at an after-party for the Oscars, both at the bar waiting for your drinks. He was one of the presenters and ironically, the presenter for your category as best actress. You didnât win, though, but it still felt like an honor to be nominated.Â
Throughout that entire night, you and Hugh didnât leave each otherâs side. There was an obvious attraction that you both felt towards each other, but you had known that he had just been recently divorced from a woman who he had been with for almost thirty years. You certainly weren't expecting anything to come out of that night, but you ended up exchanging numbers.Â
Throughout the next few months, you had come to learn that Hugh was a big fan of your work and that you were one of the people he wanted to eventually work with. Though, the more you spent time with him, the more you talked with him, the more you realized that your feelings for him began to grow.Â
It was a couple of months after meeting him when you kissed him. It was at a dinner party that he was hosting and you were outside on his patio, leaning over the railing with your glass of wine as you overlooked the city. Everyone was inside, talking and mingling, but you needed a break. You were still getting used to being in the public eye and after your nomination, your fanbase just increased and more people began to reach out to you, wanting to work with you. It was certainly everything you wished for, but it was still overwhelming.Â
You can still remember that night, how safe and calming you felt around Hugh.Â
âHey, you,â he says, shutting the door behind him and resting a hand on your lower back. âNeeded a breather?âÂ
You nod and look up at him, smiling in his direction. It had become increasingly difficult to keep your feelings for him at bay so you had slowly begun to distance yourself. You were sure that he wasnât looking to be in a relationship, especially not after just getting out of one.Â
âYeah, everyoneâs great though,â you answer. âBut Iâm stillâ Iâm still getting used to all of this.âÂ
Hugh nods, resting his forearms against the railing as he stands next to you. You feel his arm brush against yours and you bite your lower lip, gazing up at him to see his eyes staring out at the cityâs skyline. âI think youâre doing great.âÂ
âHaving you here helps,â you blurt out. Youâre about to look away, about to go back inside when Hugh turns to face you.Â
âCan I be honest?â he asks, a small smile on his lips.Â
âYou know you can always be honest with me,â you reply.Â
âThis dinner party⌠It was originally supposed to just be you.âÂ
âMe?â you ask, confused.
Hugh nods. âYeah, I wanted to invite you over to have dinner with me, but then I got in my head and thought maybe youâre not interested, so then I started inviting more people.â You can see the blush appear on his cheeks, the tips of his ears reddening.Â
âWhy just me?âÂ
âIsnât it obvious?â Hugh chuckles.Â
You bite your lower lip and shake your head. You know exactly what heâs implying, but you want to hear him say it. âWhy just me, Hugh?â you ask again.
Hugh steps closer, hesitantly bringing a hand to cup your cheek. He watches you lean against his touch and he smiles, lowering his head so that his lips hover dangerously close to yours. âBecause I like you a whole lot, baby.â
Baby.
You suddenly lean forward to press your lips against his, free hand moving to rest on his arm. Youâre about to pull away, about to apologize profusely, but Hugh just pulls you back flush against him with an arm wrapped around your waist. He deepens the kiss almost instantly, relaxing instantly into you.Â
You whimper quietly against his lips, which gives him enough access to slide his tongue past your lips. âMmm,â you mumble, having had to pull away when you realize that the rest of his guests can easily see whatâs going on if they just look outside.Â
âSoâŚâ Hugh grins, looking down at you. âGuessing you like me too?â
You smile, eyes sparkling up at him. âWas the kiss not enough of answer for you?âÂ
âHmm. I may need a little more convincing.âÂ
âYou might want to have your guests go home then.âÂ
And that was more than six months ago. You have kept your relationship with Hugh private, both of you doing your best to keep it a secret from the public eye. But, Hugh had started to post more and more of you, making sure that your face never showed. He confirmed rumors that he was seeing someone, but never said who.Â
The more Hugh posted of you, the more people started to speculate who you were. You had learned early on to never read the comments section, but you couldnât help yourself when Hugh had taken a picture of you on his couch with a book covering your face. You repeatedly saw your name in the comments and realized that it was just a matter of time before your relationship with him would become public.Â
Later that night, youâre lying in bed with Hugh after coming home from a party at Ryan and Blakeâs house. This is the last weekend you have with him before you leave to start filming your new movie and before he has to leave to begin press for Deadpool & Wolverine.Â
âGonna miss you while youâre away,â Hugh says, arm wrapped around your shoulders as you rest your head on his cheek.Â
âMe too. You and Ryan are gonna have so much fun.âÂ
âWish you could come with us.âÂ
âIâll just go and hang out with Blake,â you smile. âShe can keep me company while youâre away.âÂ
Hugh smiles to himself and kisses the crown of your head, reaching out for his phone when he sees a text from Ryan. He looks down at it and sends him a thumbs up emoji after he sees the two pictures heâs sent. One is a behind the scenes picture of them on set and the other is a photograph of you and him. He stares at that picture a little longer, smiling to himself when he sees the big grin on your face, eyes gazing up at him as his lips press against the side of your temple with his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders.Â
âLook at this, baby,â he shows you the picture and sees you smile instantly.Â
âWeâre cute. Did Ryan take that?âÂ
âYeah, just sent it to me.â
âCan you send it to me too? I like it.âÂ
âOf course.â Hugh sends you the picture and then goes directly to his Instagram to post the behind the scenes picture that Ryan sent, not realizing that he also just added the same photo of the both of you to his story.Â
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The following morning, you groan at the sound of your phone repeatedly buzzing. You rub your eyes and slowly sit up, glancing over at Hugh who is lying on his back with an arm behind his head. You grab your phone and then widen your eyes at the missed calls and unread text messages from your publicist. Furrowing a brow, you open the text thread and click on the link she sent you.Â
Once you see the same photograph from last night but on Hughâs story, your jaw drops. You see the notifications from your own social media continue to rise with comments from your fans and his. You send a text to your publicist to tell her that youâd have to call her later before you gently nudge Hughâs shoulder.Â
âBaby, Hugh, wake up.â you tell him, seeing him stir awake.Â
âHmm?â he mumbles, eyes still shut as he turns to face you. âWhat is it, baby?âÂ
âWhat picture did you post last night before we went to bed?âÂ
Still, Hughâs eyes remain closed. âThe picture that Ryan sent. It was a behind the scenes shot of us on set.â
âHugh, you also posted the other picture Ryan sent you last night. On your story. For millions of your followers to see.âÂ
âNo, I didnât,â he says, finally rubbing his own eyes as he gazes up at you. Then, you turn your phone around and show him the same exact picture he sent you last night but itâs obviously posted on his story. He sees his icon on the top left-hand side of your phone as he scrambles to sit up. âI swear, baby, it was an accident.âÂ
You see him reach for his own phone, which also has an insane amount of notifications from his own publicist. Then, he sees a text from Ryan, who simply just said: Finally.Â
âHugh⌠Ryan just reposted it. Oh my god,â you drop your phone on the mattress and cover your face. This wasnât exactly how you wanted to tell the world that you were in a relationship with Hugh. Even though there were a good handful of people who guessed that you were the one he was dating, it still wasnât what you had in mind.Â
âIâm sorry,â he mumbles, looking over at you. âIâll make a statement, say that itâs just a misunderstanding andââ
âHugh, itâs okay.â you interject, letting out a quiet sigh as you face him. âIt was bound to come out and it isnât like we were both being careful anyway. I mean, we were posting without showing each otherâs faces.â
âI justââ Hugh sighs. âItâs not how I wanted to announce my relationship with you.âÂ
You can tell Hugh feels bad; he wonât even look at you. You gently move to straddle his hips, legs resting at either side of him as you bring your hands up his bare chest to rest on his shoulders. âI mean, at least we look good?â you tell him, trying to lighten the mood.Â
âYouâre not angry?â He asks seriously.Â
You shake your head. âWhy would I be angry? It was inevitable, Hugh. I mean, would I have wanted to announce it like that? Probably not, but it is what it is. Iâm happy with you and now the rest of the world can see it too.âÂ
Hugh nods to himself, moving his hands to rest on your hips as he leans up to peck your lips. âSo, this means I can start posting more pictures of you?âÂ
âOh yeah,â you grin. âAnd I get to post more of you too.âÂ
Hugh smiles, relaxing against you. âI suppose it feels freeing now that we donât have to sneak around. I can take you out to dinner, can hold your hand, can kiss you without having to check if anyoneâs around.âÂ
âMm, I do like the sound of that,â you reply, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.Â
Hughâs arms tighten around you and lies back down with you on top of him, turning his head to nuzzle against the side of your neck. He begins peppering kisses along your skin, hands dipping to grasp your backside. You gasp quietly, feeling his length harden against your clothed sex.Â
But before either of you can continue, his phone rings and he looks over to see Ryan giving him a call. He groans and looks up at you, your eyes also moving over to his phone.Â
âShould probably answer that,â you tell him.
âYeah,â he sighs. Answering the phone, Hugh puts the phone on speaker and immediately hears both Ryan and Blakeâs voice.Â
âJesus, thank god, you finally posted her,â Ryan says.Â
âAnd um, first of all, how come I didnât know?â Blake adds. âI mean, I knew there was something between the two of you, but I didnât think you were already in a relationship!âÂ
âYou both are on speaker, by the way,â Hugh finally comments.Â
âMorning, Blake. Morning, Ryan.â
âOh, oh, did we interrupt something?â Ryan asks with a suggestive tone. âShould we call later? Maybe after your little morning romp orââ
âRyan,â Hugh interrupts.Â
âOkay, okay, sorry.â Ryan chuckles. âIâm just so glad that itâs out in the open. It was really difficult to keep this a secret, you know.â
âNot our fault that you caught us kissing,â you point out.
âWhat?!â Blake asks. âWhere was I?âÂ
âI think you were in the kitchen, but honestly, Iâm surprised Ryan didnât tell you as soon as he found out,â you laugh quietly, resting against Hugh.Â
âWell, Hugh told me not to tell anyone.âÂ
âThatâs right. He promised me he wouldnât say a word, even to Blake.â
âIâm surprised. Ryan usually tells me everything,â Blake says with a quiet laugh.Â
âYeah, Hugh told me that he didnât want to ruin things with her andââ Ryan stops, catching his next words before they leave his lips.Â
âAnd thatâs our cue,â Hugh says. âWeâll call you both later.âÂ
âI want details,â Blake adds.Â
âIâll call you and tell you all about it, Blake,â you tell her. âI promiseâ
â
Luckily, your next film was an independent film so shooting only took about six months. It was so much easier now that your relationship with Hugh was no longer a secret. Heâd come and visit you on location for a few weekends and when you had enough downtime, you also flew back home to spend some time with him. You both managed to find a good routine while you were away on set and it only strengthened your bond with him.Â
Hugh had surprised you with a week long vacation to Mexico before you had to start press for your new independent film. It was a dream to be able to spend uninterrupted time with him. Most mornings were spent in bed, though, tangled in the sheets, limbs entwined, and moans filtering the room.Â
While the week in Mexico passed all too quickly for your liking, you at least had the beginning and end of your press tour in New York. Youâre still new in this industry, having taken it by storm with your recent Oscar nomination last year, but as time progressed, you had slowly begun to settle into this new life of yours.Â
It also helped a great deal having Hugh by your side.Â
You both were initially expecting a lot of hate after your relationship with each other was announced, but surprisingly, the amount of love and support you received from your fans and his and even your fellow colleagues was a relief.
Your first interview on the press tour is with Jimmy Fallon and you asked Hugh to come with you, knowing that the two are really good friends. Youâre still slightly nervous, but having Hugh by your side helps calm you down. Youâre in your dressing room, the make-up team fixing your hair and make-up before you hear the knock on the door to let you know that youâre up next.Â
After a few moments, the make-up team leaves your room and you turn to face Hugh. âAm I gonna be okay?âÂ
Hugh stands up and walks over to you, hands resting at either side of the arm rests as he leans down to peck your lips lightly. âYouâre gonna be amazing. Just be yourself, baby.âÂ
âWhat if he asks about us?âÂ
Hugh shrugs. âBe honest, but not too honest,â he winks.Â
âThanks for coming with me, Hugh.â
âWouldnât want to be anywhere else but here with you. Now, come on. Youâre up.âÂ
Five minutes later and youâre sitting next to Jimmy Fallon, finding it very easy to talk to him. Knowing that Hughâs backstage brings you a lot of comfort and as the questions deviate from your career and into your personal life, you bring your hands on your lap, fidgeting with your thumbs.Â
âSo, you were supposed to be here last week,â Jimmy begins, smiling knowingly in your direction. âWhat happened?â
âOh,â you laugh nervously. âI was in Mexico actually. It was a surprise vacation.â
âHow was Mexico?â Jimmy asks, a picture of you and Hugh in the background. Itâs a silhouette of the both of you, the sunset the main backdrop, but itâs obvious that you both are kissing. You hear the crowd start cheering and you furrow a brow in confusion, turning your head to see the picture on the big screen.
âI probably should have known that was going to come up,â you tell him, shaking your head. âMexico was amazing, thank you for asking Jimmy.â
âLots of sunset watching, I presume?âÂ
You cover your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you both laugh amongst yourselves. Just as youâre about to say something, the crowd becomes louder and you look up to see Hugh walking over to you and Jimmyâs desk.
âHugh!â Jimmy says, standing up and greeting Hugh with a handshake and hug.Â
âYou embarrassing my girl, Jimmy?â Hugh smirks, releasing the other man to lean down and kiss the crown of your head. You can hear the awwâs from the audience and despite feeling at ease with Hugh, youâre still so shy. The picture is still up on the screen, so you stand up to peck Hughâs lips lightly before he sits down on the empty seat next to you.Â
You sit back down and then look over at Jimmy, a small smile on your lips. âCareful, you donât want to get the Wolverine angry,â you tease.Â
Jimmy laughs. âOh, I wouldnât dream of it. Hugh, thanks for joining us.âÂ
Hugh reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with your own as he nods in Jimmyâs direction. âThank you, Jimmy. Itâs good to see you again.âÂ
âSo, MexicoâŚâ Jimmy continues.
âOh god,â you laugh. âIt was amazing, right honey?âÂ
Hugh smiles, eyes sparkling down at you. âIt was a great time, baby. We had a lot of fun. She works a lot, so I wanted to surprise her with some downtime before she starts this press tour.âÂ
âHeâs literally perfect,â you tell Jimmy.
âYou both look incredibly happy,â Jimmy points out. âAnd Iâve gotta ask because I donât think either of you have admitted how you two met or how this started, butâŚâ he grins. âI have my assumption that it started about a year ago during the Oscars.âÂ
Hughâs eyes narrow slightly, a smile still on his lips. âOh, come on, Jimmy. You know I donât kiss and tell.â
âOh, I know. Thatâs why I was asking her,â he winks, turning his attention on you.
You look over at Hugh and bite your lower lip, then turn to look at Jimmy. âWe actually met for the first time that night, but thatâs not when all this happened,â you confirm. âWe were friends before we took anything to the next level.â
Hugh nods in agreement. âI was too scared to tell her how I felt. Didnât want to ruin such a good friendship that we built together and then one night, I had some friends over for dinner and sheâs just out on my patio, all by herself.âÂ
âNeeded a breather,â you add. âAnd the view from his place is breathtaking.âÂ
Hugh chuckles, eyes still locked on yours. âSo, I went outside to check on her and one thing led to another and she kissed me.âÂ
Jimmy chuckles, eyes slightly wide. âWait, she kissed you?â
âHe wasnât going to make the first move,â you answer. âSo, I figured I might as well do it.âÂ
Hugh grins and then looks out into the crowd with a wink. âFellas, get a woman who goes after what she wants,â he teases.Â
Jimmy smiles, âWell, I think I can speak for everyone here and say that we love the two of you together. You both look so happy.âÂ
âWe are,â Hugh smiles. âIâm really happy.â
âMe too,â you say, seeing him take your joined hands and press a soft kiss on the back of your hand. âThe happiest Iâve ever been.âÂ
After a few minutes, your interview comes to an end and Jimmy cuts to a commercial break to take some time for the next guest to get on stage. You stand up and give him a hug, telling him how much fun you had while on his show as Hughâs arms remain wrapped around your shoulders.Â
Once you both leave the stage and make your way back to your dressing room, you immediately sit on the couch and let out a relieved sigh.Â
âYou did great,â Hugh says, sitting down next to you as he pulls you into his arms. âI hope it was okay that I crashed your interview.âÂ
âI loved that you were there with me,â you tell him honestly. âIâve noticed my lifeâs better when youâre by my side, Hugh, so thank you.â
âSuch a romantic,â he teases, leaning down to kiss your lips. âBut I love it. I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Hugh,â you grin. âNow, I just need to do this for the next two weeks with multiple appearances a day, huh?âÂ
Hugh nods. âYeah, but you donât have anything to worry about, baby. Iâll be right there with you.â
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Shattered Trust, Mended Hearts
â REQUESTED by ANON / REQUEST status: OPEN
â pairing ⢠jude bellingham x soft!reader
â summary ⢠Jude Bellingham, consumed by jealousy and fueled by rumors, believes his girlfriend is cheating on him. In a moment of anger, he refuses to let her explain, kicking her out of their shared apartment. Tragedy strikes when she gets into a life-threatening accident, leaving Jude overwhelmed by guilt and regret. With her in the hospital, he reflects on his mistakes and learns that love and trust are fragile but worth fighting for. Realizing that she never betrayed him, Jude is forced to confront his own insecurities. Together, they find a way to rebuild their broken relationship, restoring what was lost in a sea of misunderstanding and pain.
â warnings ⢠Heavy angst, miscommunication, car accident, hospital scenes, mention of injuries, emotional turmoil.
"Jude, please, just listen to meâ"
"Iâve already heard enough!" Jude's voice roared through the apartment, his anger palpable, bouncing off the walls like daggers. He stood in the kitchen, fists clenched, chest heaving, trying to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. His dark eyes, usually so warm when they looked at you, were cold and distant, as if he couldnât even recognize you.
You stood frozen near the door, the keys you had just placed on the entry table trembling under your fingers. You had no idea what you were walking into. Coming home after a long day at work, all you wanted was to relax with Jude, maybe watch a movie, talk about your dayâbut instead, you were met with fury.
"Jude," you whispered, your voice shaking, tears already welling in your eyes. "Please. Just tell me whatâs going on."
He scoffed bitterly, turning away from you as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Donât act like you donât know," he muttered, his back to you now as he stared out the window into the rainy night.
You blinked, confused. "IâI donât know what youâre talking about."
Jude whipped around, his expression dark. "Oh, donât play innocent, Y/N. I know about you and Ryan."
The mention of Ryan's name hit you like a punch to the gut. Ryan was a colleague from workâsomeone you'd had to collaborate with closely for the last few weeks due to a project, but it had never been anything more than that. He was friendly, sure, but you never saw him in that way. You never even thought Jude would be suspicious. "Ryan? Jude, he's just a co-worker, weâ"
"A co-worker? Thatâs funny, because thatâs not what everyone else seems to think!" Jude's voice was dripping with bitterness, a tone you had never heard from him before. "Do you think Iâm stupid? You think I donât see the way youâve been acting? Coming home late, spending more time with him than with meâ"
You shook your head frantically, trying to approach him, but he stepped back, his face twisted in hurt and disbelief. "Jude, no, it's not like that! I swear, itâs just work! Thereâs nothing going on between me and Ryan, you have to believe me!"
But Jude wasnât listening. He wasnât hearing you. All he could see, all he could feel, was the poison that had been festering in his mind for days, the doubts and insecurities that had been fueled by whispers and rumors. He was blinded by his pain.
"You think Iâm an idiot? You think I havenât heard the rumors? Everyoneâs been talking about it, Y/N. About how you and him have been seen together, laughing, having lunch, all those 'late nights' at the office. I bet they werenât all about work, were they?"
You were shaking now, tears streaming down your face as you tried to reach out to him. "Jude, please. I would neverâ"
"I donât want to hear it!" His voice cracked, loud and raw, and it silenced you. His anger was too much, too overwhelming. You had never seen him like this beforeâthis angry, this distant. And it broke your heart to see the doubt in his eyes, the mistrust.
"I thought I knew you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, almost more painful than his shouts. "I thought we had something real. But maybe I was wrong."
Your chest constricted painfully, your breath hitching as you reached for him one last time, desperate to hold on to something that was slipping away. "Jude, please," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Donât do this. I love you."
But Judeâs gaze hardened. "If you loved me, you wouldnât have lied to me."
The silence that followed was deafening, your heart shattering into a million pieces as he turned his back to you again, his next words sealing your fate.
"Get out."
You stood there, frozen, your mind racing as you tried to comprehend what he had just said. "What?"
"Get. Out," he repeated, his voice quiet but firm, as if he couldnât even bear to look at you anymore. "I donât want to see you right now."
Your world came crashing down in that moment, the weight of his words too much to bear. You opened your mouth to say something, to beg him to listen to you, but no words came out. You felt numb, completely broken.
With trembling hands, you grabbed your bag and stumbled toward the door, your vision blurry from the tears that wouldnât stop falling. As you reached for the doorknob, you turned back one last time, hopingâprayingâthat Jude would stop you, that he would realize how wrong he was and call you back.
But he didnât.
He stood there, rigid and unmoving, his eyes focused on the floor, his expression unreadable.
And so, you left.
The rain was relentless, soaking through your clothes as you stepped out onto the dark street. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering both from the cold and the overwhelming despair that consumed you. You couldnât think straight. You couldnât breathe. All you could do was walk, your feet moving without direction, aimlessly wandering the city streets, your mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.
How had things gone so wrong? How had the love you shared with Jude turned into this nightmare?
You pulled out your phone, trying to dial your friendâs number, but your hands were trembling too much to type properly. You managed to hit send, but as you crossed the street, you didnât hear the roar of the car coming toward you until it was too late.
The blinding lights flashed before your eyes, and thenâ Nothing.
Jude sat on the couch, his hands covering his face as he let out a shaky breath. He had kicked you out. The realization sank in slowly, the weight of what heâd done pressing down on him like a heavy, suffocating blanket.
I kicked her out.
The anger that had burned so fiercely in him just moments ago was gone, replaced by a sickening sense of guilt and dread. The apartment felt too quiet, too empty without you there. And now, sitting there alone in the dark, he couldnât shake the gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong.
His phone buzzed in his lap, dragging him out of his thoughts. It wasnât a number he recognized.
"Hello?" His voice was hoarse, tired.
"Is this Jude Bellingham?" a womanâs voice asked, calm but urgent.
"Yes," he answered slowly, his heart beginning to race. "Who is this?"
"This is St. Maryâs Hospital. Iâm calling about your partner. Sheâs been in an accident."
Jude felt the floor drop out from beneath him. "An accident? Whatâhow bad is it?"
"Sheâs in critical condition. We need you to come to the hospital as soon as possible."
Judeâs legs felt like lead as he sprinted through the hospitalâs sterile halls, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the emergency ward. His heart pounded violently in his chest, panic rising with each step.
A nurse led him to your room, where the sight of you lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, left him frozen in place.
His world shattered in that moment.
You were so pale, so still, and the beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room. Jude sank into the chair by your bedside, his hands shaking as he reached out to take yours.
"Iâm so sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking as tears filled his eyes. "God, Iâm so sorry, *Y/N*. I didnât mean any of it. I shouldâve believed you."
He squeezed your hand gently, bringing it to his lips as his tears fell freely now. "Please wake up," he begged. "Please. I need you. IâI love you. I was so stupid. I should have trusted you."
The guilt gnawed at him, tearing him apart as he watched your chest rise and fall weakly with each breath. How had he let things spiral this far? Why hadnât he listened? Why hadnât he let you explain?
For three days, Jude didnât leave your side. He barely slept, barely ate. He couldnât think of anything else but you and how wrong he had been.
When your fingers twitched on the fourth day, Judeâs heart leapt in his chest.
Your eyes fluttered open, groggy and disoriented, the bright lights of the hospital room making you wince. Everything felt heavy, your body aching, and it took you a moment to remember what had happened.
"Y/N?" Judeâs voice was soft, but urgent, pulling you back to reality. You turned your head slowly, finding him sitting beside you, his face pale, eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying.
"JudeâŚ" you whispered, your voice hoarse.
Jude reached for your hand, his fingers trembling as he held yours tightly. "Iâm so sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I was so wrong, *Y/N*. I was so stupid. IâI didnât trust you, and I should have. I should have believed you. None of thisânone of this wouldâve happened if I hadnât been such an idiot."
You blinked, trying to process everything, your heart aching at the sight of him so broken. "JudeâŚ" you whispered again, trying to find the right words. "Itâs okay."
"No, itâs not." He shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pressed your hand to his lips. "Itâs not okay. I almost lost you because I was too caught up in my own insecurities to trust you. I shouldâve known you would never⌠I shouldâve known better."
You looked into his eyes, the raw pain and regret there clear as day, and despite everythingâdespite the accident, the pain, the heartacheâyou still loved him. You had always loved him. "Jude, I love you," you whispered, managing a small smile despite the tears in your own eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you. I would never cheat on you."
He let out a shuddering breath, leaning down to rest his forehead against your hand. "I know," he whispered. "I know now. And Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. If youâll have me."
You squeezed his hand weakly, your voice soft but filled with emotion. "Of course I will. Iâm not going anywhere."
Jude let out a soft, broken laugh through his tears, leaning in to gently press his lips to your forehead. "I love you so much," he whispered against your skin. "And Iâm never letting you go again."
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camping the night
the drover x gn!reader
notes: so guys like WHY ISNT THERE ANY FAN FICS ABOUT THE DROVER??? I SEARCHED BOTH AO3 AND TUMBLR IM SO MAD. i feel like thanos âfine. iâll do it myself đżâ type shit. i'm also writing this while im watching the jimmy kimmel interview with hugh and ryan- you can tell im obsessed
warnings: the scene of him bathing only iâm gonna rewrite it sorta?, the sexual tension omfg, hugh jackman (heâs a warning in and of itself in the good way) im not even going to try to attempt to use over the top australian slang since i am NOT australian myself and i do not want to get anything wrong
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âaight, letâs rest up here for the night.â the drover said as you two approached a large tree. it was a frequent spot to stop at on long trips like these to the city.
you followed him, leaving the small group of cattle to graze the little amounts of grass that was around. hopping off your own horse, you hitched him on the tree.
âletâs see about starting a fire- wake up early tomorrow to get a head start.â the drover unpacked his things. you had been accustomed to this life ever since you were a child. your fatherâjoined the war, died. your mother, gotten sick from TB, died. so, this life adopted you instead of the other way round.
luckily, you met the drover at the local bar. who helped you pick your life up and start newâstart fresh. he saw your skills on horseback- knew how to herd cattle from your father before he went off to war. you had many skills, as one does, but droving was your strongest.
âhey.â he snapped his fingers in front of your face, which brought you out of your thoughts. âquit horsinâ around. start collecting firewood yeah?" he ordered. "alright- quit your shouting." you protested, "i don't want to hear it, just get to work."
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time passed and night fell quickly. you two spent the night chatting, sharing a meal and everything in between. you always enjoyed the moments you and him had together--small or big. from then on, your feelings for him only grew. which wasn't a surprise. he was caring in his own way- always looked out for the people around him.
you were in your own thoughts watching the cattle--making sure they don't wander off. leaning against the tree while sitting on the floor, barely keeping awake.
you yawned, turning back to the camp to check on drover--you found him bathing. this usually doesn't happen. you've seen him shirtless countless times but nothing like this.
you quickly looked away--leaning back against the large tree. thinking to yourself and processing the sight before you. from what you saw at the sudden glance--he was lathered in the soap, chest to hips. you couldn't help yourself and peeked again, this time you watched each and every little detail.
he picked up a bucket of water he filled earlier--tipping it over his head and letting it pour over his body. you couldn't look away this time. it was like you were forced to watch every second and you didn't mind at all. you barely noticed the heavy breathing coming from your mouth.
the drover turned around but before he could see you taking a peek you returned to your position sitting against the tree. then, footsteps started approaching you, âoh crikeyâŚâ you sighed.
the drover was leaning against the tree using his arm, he looked down at you. âyou rest, iâll watch emâ he said in a low voice. you looked up and was greeted by his dripping wet frame.
the water soaked the top of his pants, you watched as droplets were still trickling down his chest and over his abs. you were in your own world and you didnât hear anything he said.
but of course, he noticed. âoi. whatâs wrong- ya burnin up?â kneeling down, he held his hand to your foreheadâlikely because he saw how red you turned in the face. he was so close you could barely function properly.
âi- uh-â stuttering only escaped your mouth, you needed space. the mere proximity of him overwhelms you. âno- iâm justâŚâ you stood up and he did the same. you were face to face with him againâyour plan to distance yourself for air was futile.
you felt his breath on your face, his own body heat adding to your own. âiâm just tired.â avoiding his eye contact, he held your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. âiâm sure itâs more than that.â he said softly, he placed his hands on your exposed arms, the drover felt how the rest of your body was affected by him.
âneed a bath of your own to cool down, hm?â
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pairing: chris evans x male reader
request: Short fun size male reader with a bubble butt, who is in a secret relationship with Chris Evans; who is married. Chris met reader at his movie premiere and had to have him as his own. Which leads to Chris meeting up with reader when he has the time to teach male reader, who he belongs to and who his daddy is.
warnings: smut, daddy kink, cheating chris, rough sex, kinda angsty and flufy ending, possessive kink
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it was pretty nerve racking seeing as this was your first movie premiere but at least you had chris there with you, yes chris was married but what was the harm in being in a secret relationship with him.
you walked off the carpet and into the building and saw chris on the other side of the room, you waved as you noticed him and he gave you a small wave back with drink in hand, as you were about to make your way to chris ryan gosling stepped in you way accidentally bumping into you "oh shit im so sorry y/n" ryan apologizes, chris stands up straight from leaning on the wall to watch you.
"youre good" you chuckle fixing your stance and wiping your shirt of any stains "hey maybe wanna go out to get some food after this" ryan asks with a friendly smile "well i mean maybe" you say with a smile back, chris notices how you smile in your conversation with ryan and makes his way over.
"well you dont have to if you dont want to" ryan stammers obviously embarrassed by his question, as youre about to answer chris steps in between you and ryan "hey y/n can we talk really quick" chris says dragging you out of the building "what the fuck chris i was talking to ryan" you curse lowly not wanting to bring attention to yourself.
"you were doing more than just talking to him" chris says obviously infuriated that his boy was talking to some other man "youre overreacting chris" you says before heading back to the premiere "ah ah where do you think youre going" chris tuts grabbing your wrist "back to the party" you say "no were going home" chris sternly says dragging you too his limo.
he opens the door and puts you in before telling the driver to take you guys to your house and gets in with you, the driver obliges and begins driving, chris pulls you onto his lap "now what did i tell you about talking to other men" chris says pulling off your shirt "to never do it" you mutter "dont get all shy now speak up" chris demands turning your face to look at him.
"too never do it" you speak up "right so what did ryan ask you" chris question now moving to remove your pants while he sucks on your chest, leaving small hickeys across your skin "h-he asked me on a date" you stammer nervously "what" chris says stopping his attack on your chest and looking up at you, "he wanted to go on a date with me" you repeat.
"and what did you say" chris says now taking off your underwear leaving you completely nude while chris was still fully clothed "that i would go out with him" you say trying to hide your face "oh really so you like slutting yourself out to these other men huh"chris says lifting you face up to look him in the eyes, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and fury.
"im sorry chris i dont know what i was thinking" you say wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly "yknow what happens to sluts like you that like to go around and fuck other men" chris lowly says in your ear as he kneads your ass with his hands "please no chris im sorry i promise" you try to apologize to chris knowing the impending pain thats gonna happen.
chris fucking the life out you till youre filled with his cum and you are dumb on his cock, not thinking of anything else but his dick "sorry doesnt help you right now" chris says unzipping his pants to bring his thick cock out, you feel the immense heat radiating from it and whimper "dont get all shy now baby" chris say unwrapping your arms from his neck and pushing you back to see your face.
"youre so cute right now, i cant wait to ruin that" chris smirks lifting you up and lowering you on his dick, watching your face contort as his dick pushes past your hole and into you warms walls "chris" you moan "its okay you got this... for right now at least" chris says smiling at your facial expressions.
"this is what naughty boys get" chris says lowering you fully onto his dick, you take a sigh of relief thinking chris would give you a minute to adjust to his size but no, chris begin bouncing your ass up and down on his dick with his large hands "fuck so tight" chris grunts to himself.
"how could i ever let any other man have this" chris says leaning his head back on the seat "please chris youre so big i cant take it" you moan trying to stop chris by putting your hands on his thighs "nonsense you got this" chris retorts picking up pace, the whole limo being filled with loud plaps and moans as your bare ass bounced against chris' clothed lap "please..." you whimper.
"you shoulda thought of that before wanting to fuck ryan" chris says focousing on fucking you "now who does this hole belong too"chris asks but youre to far gone, going to dumb on his dick to answer "hey whatd i say, who does this hole belong to" chris repeats with a forceful tone.
"you chris" you say slurring some words "wrong answer" chris says smacking your ass to bring you back to reality "you daddy only you" you reply blinking in and out of being awake from the immense pleasure "yeah now cum for daddy" chris spits out and jist in that second you cum all over chris' suit "aww look you got me all dirty, im gonna have to punish you for that" chris says but you dont hear anything as you almost faint due too the overwhelming feelings.
"hey dont give out on me now baby you still got one more thing coming" chris says slapping your face lightly to bring you back, you wake up and immediately resume your moaning "please... chris cum" you say lowly "do you promise to never talk to those men again" chris says harshly smacking your ass, after what felt like hours of chris abusing your prostate youd say anything to get him to stop.
"please chris i just wanna rest" you weakly say "answer the fucking question y/n" chris roughly says "yes i wont talk to other men anymore, youre the only one who can make me feel good, im your boy and your boy only" you whimper, and with each word that left your mouth chris slammed up into your harder and harder till he spilled his thick load into you, he wraps his hands around your waist and holds you down onto his dick to make sure you get every drop of cum deep in you.
"now that what i call marking my territory" chris chuckles as you finally faint out, falling limp onto chris' chest "well would you look at that" chris chuckles wiping your sweaty hair off your face as his dick slips out of you, still twitchy and messy with cum, the driver knocks on the door to signal youre home, chris puts his dick in his pants and picks you up bridal style to carry you too your house with nothing but a towel over your lower half as your clothes were completely messy.
chris unlocks your door and carries you too your bed and lays you in it, you immediately get comfortable in bed and wraps yourself in your covers, chris hears his phone ding and checks it too see his wife texted asking when he'd be home, chris looks at you and then back to his phone and gets up too leave but you wake up "chris" you ask groggily "yes baby" chris replies "lay with me" you ask opening your arms to signal chris over.
chris fights himself between staying the night with you or going home but your cute sleeping figure drags him in, he takes off his messy shirt and pants and climbs into bed with you, wrapping you tightly in his arms as you nuzzle into his hairy chest, chris feels guilty about fucking you hardly in the back of the limo but he always feels better when he sees you become the cutest human being ever after being plowed.
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Sunrise~ Tyler Owens x Fem! Reader
Summary: The curious case of the tornado wranglers, down to earth, girlfriend.
A/n: I just watched Twisters and am in love. Right now Sunrise by Ryan Bingham is my favorite song so hereâs a little one shot inspired by it.
Warnings: Language, implied smut
Everyoneâs called you crazy ever since you were born. The people in your small Texas town said you were the wild child, your parents had four boys and when their baby girl came around, she had a mean streak just like her brothers. Ten years old and standing in an empty corn field, looking at the thunder heads forming above you, hot and muggy air gusting against your skin, the crack of thunder didnât scare you, you were utterly curious and amazed. Youâve known storms since you were a babe, you remember the shrill sound of the sirens going off and your mama screaming for you to come inside. Your family was in a panic, you remember your daddy letting the horses loose and the way the cattle ran. That funnel touched down and prayers were prayed, you watched from the bathroom window despite the way your mama dragged you away.
It was beautiful, so utterly terrifying in the distance, a force of straight power.
You were hooked.
Telling your parents you were going to the University of Arkansas to study meteorology was a good idea in theory until they told you becoming a weather girl was a sweet job.
You told them about storm chasing and your mama almost had a stroke.
But youâve worried everyone your whole life, only you would choose something so crazy.
You met Tyler your sophomore year when you had the same class, your energetic personality hid the fact you were a nerdy kind of cowgirl. The two of you quickly became best friends, despite his cocky personality. You formed a dare devil connection, you were the call he made when he got a lead on something.
Graduation came and you said you were going back home, he hated that idea.
âCome with me.â He said.
âWhere?â
âAnywhere, everywhere.â
Itâs hard to say no to a man with puppy dog eyes.
Somewhere between gathering a crew up from all over the boons and adopting a one eyed dog you found stranded after a storm in Little Rock, the two of you fell so deep for each other, it hit harder than any storm you experienced.
Here you are now in Oklahoma, cutting through fields in Tylerâs red Ram truck. âLilly, talk to me.â You call over the radio system on the dash, looking for what data the girl in the vehicle following has. In the backseat, Boone, the right hand man, is recording like always, talking to the followers.
âWelcome back guys, weâre currently back at it again in the Oklahoma plains. This beauty weâre going into is gaining speed, turning into something good. What are we thinking, Tex?â
You look to the camera and smile. âYou know, Iâd like to call this an easy F2 but the strong updraft weâre getting here could push this baby into the F3 category.â
Also from the back seat, Ben, the London journalist asks to explain what you just said.
The rain cap starts and muddies the earth, the truck drifts as Tyler maneuvers it greatly. You pull your sunglasses off and lean forward to get a better look at what youâre driving into.
âWhat are you thinking, darlinâ?â Tyler asks, seeing the way you evaluate the area.
âTake a left, it ainât gonna hit the tree line, see the way the wind shifted?â You instruct.
âYes maâam.â He nods, giving you one of his perfect grins before making a sharp left.
Ben makes a sort of strangled cry of fear as he gets tossed around in the back. You, completely nonchalant, chewing on a Red Vine, turn to look at the Brit.
âBen, baby, how you feeling back there?â You ask, pointing something else out to Tyler.
âOh Iâm bloody great.â He lies before getting knocked into the door again. You laugh. âMan, I love this guy.â You declare, finding him so amusing. âLetâs keep him, Ty.â
He rolls his eyes at you, making you scoff. You look at the dog in your lap whoâs wearing a tiny helmet with the words âKillaâ written across the front. âWhat you think, Rocky? You wanna keep Ben?â
The dog lays his head down and places his paw over his small snout.
âRude. Ty, Rock used to agree to everything I say, now youâve done gone and brain washed him. Poor fella.â You pout before yelping in surprise at the way Tyler drifts into a spot. He grips the radio, calling for the convoy to assume their positions.
âSorry, Iâm no expert but it looks like the twister is going to roll right over us.â Ben says as everyone buckles their harnesses.
âYouâre exactly right Benny boy.â You say, opening the center console and placing Rocky inside his designated safety seat. âWe need to be in its path so the data bugs weâll launch have enough wind speed to reach the height needed. Put your harness on and youâll be about as secure as a pistol in a PTA Mamaâs purse.â
Ben looks to Boone in question. Boone just shrugs. âAt some point you get used to all the odd shit she says.â
Tyler cranks the E brake, then looks at you with a smirk. âYou wanna touch my joystick?â He ask, motioning to the control stick that has the button to activate the drills that will anchor the truck into the ground.
âI love it when you talk dirty to me.â You scrunch your nose, pushing the button.
The truck is secured, youâre all buckled in tight, now you have to focus on when itâs the perfect time to launch the processors. Things are blowing against the windows, Tylerâs laughing and Boone is howling into the camera, showing the viewers what they see.
âTell me when.â Tyler says, and as thick water drops pummel the windshield, you stay silent, waitingâŚwatching.
âNow!â You shout and he presses the button that activates the hydraulic opening lid to the tub in the truck bed, the small bug sensors fly out and are carried up into the funnel that is passing over you.
âBreaker breaker, what are we seeing?â You call into the radio, Dexter in the caravan off in the clearing responds. âWe got eyes, Tex. Data is coming in clear.â
You shoot your arms up in victory, this was the first time you were launching the 2.0 sensors. âThere we go!â You look directly into the camera Boone is pointing at you. âYou see that kids? I still got it.â
You watch the storm pass you, the funnel goes into the distance and the winds calm a bit as you unbuckle your harness. Youâre pulling the pup from its safety and throwing open the door, running to the spot it just was.
âWhoo!â You hear Tyler whoop, and you throw that snapback hat of his you were wearing, adrenaline pumping through you. He sweeps you into his large arms, twirling you around. âDid you see that, baby? God, that was beautiful.â He laughs and you pull on the brim of his cowboy hat. âI sure did, letâs go get those bugs before we lose their signals, cowboy.â
Later as you set up camp in some cheap motel, Ben is approaching Lilly and Boone with questions.
âI need a story about the girl, uh Tex? Does she have a name?â He settles into one of the fold out chairs and motions to you sitting on the roof of the truck, looking up at the stars and listening to the music playing on the radio.
Lilly chuckles and then makes an adjustment to her drone. âShe does, but sheâd kill you if she found out you was using her government name in your fancy paper.â
Ben finds that interesting, he writes a few notes about a very mysterious persona you have. âHow long has she been in this business? I tried to ask her some questions but she shushed me and told me she was âmeditating to a Childers songâ and it was very important that she did this.â
Boone shakes his head. âShe says confusing stuff to make people go away when she wants her peace.â He explains. âTex is the original, her and T were the ones to assemble the squad of us, they taught me everything I know. She might be crazier than he is if Iâm beinâ honest, always pushing the limits but every move she makes is calculated.â
Lilly agrees. âSheâs my best friend, but has always been a curious case. She comes from Texas, hence the nickname and the accent that gets too thick when sheâs drunk. Mama wanted her to be this Southern belle but she turned out to be a real wrangler. Sheâs the smartest person I know, but has a very relaxed way about her.â
âWho?â Dexter asks as he passes by.
âTex.â They answer.
He shakes his head. âThat girlâs a tree hugging loon.â
Ben quickly comes to know the dynamic of you and Tyler. There is no home but each other, you make the best of every situation because you are together. Two pairs of cowboy boots and wide eyes, thatâs what you two are.
âIâd compare her to likeâŚa coyote.â Lilly determines. âSheâs the perfect balance of wisdom and foolishness, always willing to make light of situations. One time, we were tracking a desert storm in New Mexico and we were camping in our trucks, it was hot, all our leads were gone and weâre ready to turn back. The sunrise comes and itâs prettiest thing I ever seen, we wake up to just a color spill of orange and pink. We open our doors up and Tex is out there dancing in a sports bra and boxers.â
Boone leans back in his chair, laughing at the memory. âMan, we thought she finally lost it, that being with Tyler for so long finally made her go off the rails. T is standing there, watching her, asking what the hell she was doing and she claims she was doing a rain dance.â He says, making Ben chuckle to himself.
Lilly lights a cigarette and rolls her eyes. âShe was out there shaking her ass.â
âYou fucking joined her!â Boone argues, taking the cigarette from her.
âWell yeah, you donât let your best friend dance alone. And what happened that day? The rain came and the biggest thunderheads I had ever seen blew in. The lightning was beautiful, Ben, you shoulda been there.â
New Mexico rain was a memory you thought of often, it just felt a little fresher. Blame it on the heat you were dying of or the thirsty land you stood on, but you stood out in it, getting soaked to the bone and then fell into Tylerâs arms.
Now, far away in Oklahoma, Tyler stands looking up at you soaking in the moonlight. âCome down from there.â He calls. You lean over the edge of the roof and look at him. âWhy donât you come up here?â You challenge.
Tyler shakes his head. âIâm tired, darlinâ. Let me take you inside.â
You look back up at the stars, then slide from the top of the truck, making him reach out and catch you. âAlright, take me to bed you old man.â
He shakes his head at your comment. Itâs hard to resist anymore, you just looked so gorgeous underneath the moonlight. He leans to kiss you, nothing too deep but still of passion because he loves tasting the sugar of your lips, you were always so sweet that it made his head cloudy.
Arm around your shoulders, yours around his waist, the two of you say goodnight to your friends and head to your motel room, Rocky trotting after you. The lock on the door is hard to budge open, the room has a sort of stale smell.
As Tyler is distracted by setting up a bed for the dog, you grab your things from your duffel. âDibs in the bathroom.â You shout before making a run for it. Tyler groans and tries to beat you, but you stand in the doorway, sticking your tongue out at him. âYou just gotta be faster.â You tease before shutting the door in his face.
The low bulb light casts a hazy orange glow to everything, you start the shower and find it to have weak water pressure. Your clothes make a pile on the floor and soon the air steams up.
Your muscles relax as you wash off, you let out a small groan at your fingers scrubbing your scalp. The sound of the shower curtain being pulled back and Tyler stepping in behind you makes you turn. âI havenât even been in here that long.â
He shrugs, then moves to hog the water. âI got impatient.â
After being with someone for so long and sharing everything, nothing really fazes you. The crew jokes that you and Tyler could probably morph into one body at this point.
By the time the two of you are mostly rinsed off, heâs getting handsy. His fingers trace over your handful of tattoos, wet skin sliding across you in a feverish way. You lean your head back against his shoulder, looking up at him. âTyâŚâ
He looks down you was an innocent smile. âOh come on, weâve been traveling with people for too long. We get one night without Boone gagging when I kiss you.â He says, then leans his head down, nuzzling into your neck.
You bite your lip at the feeling, your arm coming up to run your hand through his hair. âWhoâs in the room next to us? These walls are thin.â
âI donât give a shit about that.â He mumbles, hand slipping far past your navel, earning a loud gasp from you.
You lean your weight back against him, nodding feverishly as his fingers do wonders to an aching spot between your legs. âOkay, not having Boone around is really good.â You breathe.
Heâs practically holding you up, his other arm is around you, holding you to his chest while he makes you fall apart.
It didnât matter that the room hasnât been updated since the 80âs or that the mattress groaned under the weight of the two of you or that Rocky runs and hides, the two of you were savoring this alone time because you didnât know when the next time would be when you got it.
Youâre laughing, making out and switching positions. The feel of his hand running past the valley of your breasts and giving your throat the lightest grip, it makes you feel on fire. The headboardâs getting knocked into the wall, youâre breathlessly whining and heâs loving every reaction you give him. By the time youâre gripping his shoulders so tight and his name is sounding broken as it cuts from your throat, heâs barely holding himself up.
The air conditioning makes an odd hum sound as you lay against him, skin on skin. You never understood how people could get bored of sex after being with someone for a while, having sex with Tyler Owens was hotter than west Texas in the Summer.
Well, the first time was a little awkward. Most people donât establish they love each other before they sleep with each other, but you guys did. When you sat in his lap, lips slotted against his, you had to fight to push the idea out of your mind that you were grinding against your best friend. Everything was slow and every touch was unsure, after it ended you were scared that the relationship dynamic would never work if this was how sex was together.
You laugh now, thinking about it.
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks, fingers tracing the long horn skull that is tramp stamped on you.
âIâm just remembering the first time we had sex.â You shake with amusement. He groans. âYou have to stop bringing that up.â
Pushing up from his chest, the blanket falls off of you. He watches in amazement as you swing your leg over his waist, your hands planted on his chest. âI think itâs cute, we were just babies.â
âYeah, sometimes I miss the days where I didnât know how insane you were.â
You glare, immediately going to move off of him before his grip yanks you back to your spot.
âIâm kidding, I always knew you were crazy.â He says.
âYou love it.â You lean over him, and his hand comes to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. âYou know I do, darlinâ.â
Falling asleep was easy, you could fall asleep anywhere, but in a bed with Tyler holding you to his chest, it had you dreaming in seconds. You wake before he does, slowly sliding away to get dressed. You stand at the balcony outside, a cup of coffee in your hand as you watch the sunrise. After a few moments of peace, the door behind you opens and out comes your lover boy.
âNo rain dance this morning?â He asks, kissing the top of your head.
âThereâs plenty of rain in Oklahoma, they donât need me to shake my ass in the parking lot for it to come.â You state, leaning down to pick up Rocky who trailed out after Tyler.
The two- well, three of you, look out at the horizon line, the air is already getting hot.
âYou ready?â He asks you, and you turn to kiss his jaw. âIâm always ready.â
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welcome baaaack! i missed you so much
i've been here since forever and i remember a very long time ago that you promised us insecure chubby bucky. i never forget and i'm still waiting for him (when you get time for sure). i would love to read that whenever you right it! otherwise i'm really happy you're back again.
much love purple<3
Pairing: Insecure!Chubby!Chef!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Word Count: 4,180
Summary: Bucky runs into his ex, who manages to mess with his head, bringing his insecurities to the surface again. His girl takes it upon herself to show him how perfect he is.
Warnings: 18+ content, bullying (sort of), fat shaming, negative self body image, insecurities, intrusive thoughts, mentions of cheating, a little crying, a little angst, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, cum, multiple orgasms
A/N: Nonnie, omg, you have been here a long time! I love and appreciate you so so much and I can't believe you stuck around for so long wow:"đđ Thank you so much for existing and for being here you're the reason I don't wanna leave againđđđ Here's one insecure chubby bucky for you, I hope you like this one and that I did a good jobđ Thank you again ilyyy, please enjoyxxđđ(y'all i think i forgot how to write smut what is wrong with me)
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perfect to me
âIâm so sorry, baby, I have to run,â she told him after checking her phone, pecking his lips and taking quick steps down the aisle of the large store.
Bucky smiled, taking another fruit plate and placing it in their cart. His girl was such a hard worker and he couldnât be prouder.
It was going to be Christmas soon and his girl was still working hard so Bucky was going to make her the best holiday food sheâs ever tasted.
He was focused on picking the freshest cranberries when he heard a scoff, a very familiar one.
âHey, Ryan,â Bucky sighed, not really wanting to ruin his good mood, as he turned around to meet a face he knew too well.
âWhat does she owe you?â said Ryan, tilting his head with a smirk.
âWhat?!â
âThereâs no way this chick is seeing you. I figured she must owe you and is just paying her debt!â He smirked further, not even trying to hide his gloating when he saw that his words still had an effect on Bucky.
âMy relationship with her is none of your business.â Buckyâs voice was suddenly low as his eyes stared down at the contents of the cart.
âBut my relationship with you is.â Ryan put a finger under Buckyâs chin but the latter took a step away.
âWe donât have a relationship. You cheated on me, remember? I was too fat for you.â Buckyâs shaky voice moved nothing inside Ryan. If anything Ryan wanted more.
âAnd now youâre too fat for her.â
âShut up. She is nothing like you.â
âReally? Do you even know where she goes when she leaves you? Where she is right now, for example?â Ryan smirked.
âShe got called into work and had to run to the office.â Bucky knew he owed him nothing and if he was in his right mind he wouldnât have went through a conversation with Ryan at all, but he wasnât.
âHow are you still so naĂŻve?â He laughed heartily as if Buckyâs misery was actually amusing to him.
âLeave me alone.â Bucky tried to push the shopping cart and walk away, but Ryan stepped before him.
âI didnât know your publisher lived in an office.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âShe leaves you to go fuck your publisher. You know him, black guy, sexily built, very handsome.â
The words left Bucky feeling lightheaded as the world seemed to twirl around him. Could history be repeating itself? No, not this time. His girl was not like that.
âI saw her coming to his building with him.â
âHowâd you even-â
âI wait tables in the restaurant across the street from his apartment. I didnât know she was with you but damn are you lucky you met me today!â Ryan laughed insensitively.
âItâs probably someone else.â
âI think I know what your publisher looks like.â
âYouâre lying,â Bucky chocked out, trying to get out of Ryanâs way.
âYou donât sound so sure about that.â Ryan tilted his head again with a smug smirk, poking Buckyâs tummy, âyou know why? Because deep down you know sheâs too sexy for you. Because you look at her and then at yourself and you canât figure out why sheâd want you. Because you know that sooner or later sheâs gonna get tired of your fat ass andââ
âMy life now is none of your business, Ryan. You left. You chose to go, so stay gone.â Buckyâs weak voice interrupted, shutting Ryan right up before he sped out of the store, leaving the groceries behind.
âYouâll come back to me when you see for yourself!â He shouted after Bucky, but he didnât stop nor turn back.
The questions he had raised in Buckyâs head, Bucky had no answers for them himself. Why was this sweet girl with him? What did she see in him? Anyone who met them thought the same thing: they didnât belong together. So what did she see differently? What was Bucky bringing to their relationship? Could he even satisfy her? Could he keep her fulfilled?
He thought the days where Ryan messed with his head were long gone but he was obviously mistaken. Ryan could still easily hurt him. He could still make him feel as large as an elephant yet smaller than an insect. The dagger heâd planted was in so deep that Bucky couldnât feel anything but the pain the stab brought.
~
His exâs words plagued his mind. They took over and drowned out his girlâs voice, pushing it to the background.
All of a sudden, Bucky was very aware of his size, of the way the couch made the slightest sounds under his weight, and the way his girl could fit her whole self on one of his thighs if she wanted to.
âBucky bear?â A hand on his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts.
Suddenly, he hated the words she nicknamed him with. Bear? Is that how big she thought he was?
âHmm?â
âI was asking if you wanna go shopping for last minute gifts with me tomorrow,â she repeated, smiling sweetly, her fingers brushing a few hairs back and behind Buckyâs ear as she yawned.
Buckyâs new cookbook became a best seller after one week of release and the publication house was throwing the amazing chef a party.
She couldnât be prouder and she wanted to support Bucky all the way. She loved Christmas and now it was going to be even better with this event added to their memories.
She was going to go all out for her man and he didnât even know it. It was going to be a huge surprise and she couldnât wait to make it happen.
âYeah, why not,â Bucky replied, faking a smile back.
âWhat were you busy thinking about?â Her thumb traced his stubbly cheek as she frowned worriedly.
For a wonderfully successful cook, Bucky didnât look so happy.
âYou,â he answered with the truth though his eyes didnât sparkle like they usually would at the thought of her.
âWhat about me?â Her smile returned as she stared lovingly at Buckyâs face.
âWhy are you with me?â Bucky couldnât hide the sorrow in his voice if he tried.
âWhat?â She sat up straight in his lap as her face fell.
âPlease donât make me repeat the question.â
âBuck, whereâs this coming from?â Her hands cupped both his cheeks.
âI just donât get it.â He shook his head, swallowing as his hands removed hers from his face.
âDonât get what?!â She placed her hands on Buckyâs chest instead, refusing to let him push her away.
âWhy youâre here!â
âIâm here because I love you, whatâs hard to get, baby?â
âDo you really love me?â
This was serious. Sheâs never seen her boyfriend look so broken.
âJames, whatâs going on?â
âAnswer the question, plum,â Bucky requested, the back of his fingers stroking over her cheek, knowing this was probably the last time he would get to touch her soft skin.
âOf course I love you!â
âThen why do you leave me to go meet Sam and then lie to me about it?!â Bucky unintentionally raised his voice.
âWâwhat?â
There were so many emotions overwhelming her and none of them was pleasant.
She was shocked, hurt and dejected. Bucky has never raised his voice at her before.
 âWhat were you doing together last night? And the night before and the night before that?!â
âBucky, youâve got it all wrong.â She shook her head, heartbroken that Bucky would think of her like that.
âPlease leave.â He slid her off his lap and stood up, turning his back to her.
âBucky.â Tears pricked her eyes.
âLeave, plum.â
âBucky, me and Sam wereââ
âIf you wonât leave then I will.â Bucky sped to the door, grabbing his jacket from where it was hanged.
The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of her too. Heâs already shown his weakness once; never again.
âBucky!â
He ignored her calls, ready to run out of the door and let his legs take him far away where heâd have to hear no lies and could no longer get hurt.
âJames Bucky Barnes, donât you dare walk out on me!â She blocked the door, preventing Bucky from exiting the apartment.
Her eyes glistened with yet to be shed tears as her heart pounded in her chest. The mere idea of losing Bucky for any reason terrified her more than anything else.
She loved the man with her heart and soul and would go to the ends of the Earth for his sake. Why couldnât he see that?
âI didnât wanna ruin the surprise but⌠your book is a best seller. Me and Sam were planning you a party to celebrate. We figured if we met at the restaurant itâd ruin the surprise so I saw him at his place after work.â
Bucky stared at her dumbly.
âYou can call Sam if you donât believe me.â
âOh.â Bucky felt like someoneâs just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head; felt like an absolute idiot, âoh, plum.â
âIâm sorry I kept it a secret, but Iâm not sorry I wanted to do something nice for the man I love.â A tear rolled down her cheek and her lower lip trembled, âand Iâm really sad with you for stalking me and doubting me like that. I didnât expect that from you, Bucky⌠and Iâm hurt.â
âSweet plum-â
âYou can leave now if you still want to.â She took quick steps to the bedroom, leaving Bucky at the door.
It wasnât often that she and Bucky fought and it was never something that couldnât be solved within an hour. He could never bear to see her upset, let alone let her go to bed mad at him.
âPlum,â Bucky softly knocked on her door, swallowing the lump stuck in his throat, âcan I please come in?â
But this was big.
Bucky has doubted her love for him. He has insulted her loyalty and ruined everything because of his insecurities and the poisonous words of a man who never cared for him.
She opened the door for him in a heartbeat, her face soaked in tears.
âNo, no, sweet plum.â Bucky took her in his arms, praying to the deities she wouldnât repel from his touch.
âYou pushed me out of your lap.â She sobbed, her chest heaving and her forehead pressed to his shoulder.
His accusations hurt but the fact that he pushed her away somehow hurt her more.
Bucky couldnât help but let his tears fall as well.
How could he be so thoughtless? She was the one good thing in his life and he almost let her go. No amount of restaurants he could open could make him feel as happy as a smile from her would.
He could write a library and collect every prize ever known to humankind, and she would still be the best thing Bucky has ever won over.
âIâm stupid, baby. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â His hold tightened, engulfing her smaller frame in a desperate hug, âplease donât cry because of an idiot like me. Iâm sorry, sweet plum. Forgive me, baby.â
âWhyâd you do it?â Her sad eyes looked at him in question, full of confusion yet void of bitterness.
âI- sweet plum-â Bucky didnât know how to answer her question because now that he looked back, he could see how stupid it all was.
Why did he follow her for 3 consecutive nights while she went to meet Sam instead of just trusting her? Why did he choose to believe and trust in Ryanâs words and not her love for him? Why was it easier for him to imagine her with someone like Sam but impossible to think of her with someone like himself?
âItâs because Iâm a big idiot,â Bucky replied.
âBucky.â
âPlease forgive me, plum.â Bucky pecked her temple.
âTell me what happened.â She demanded softly, wiping Buckyâs own tears away and kissing his chin.
âNothing happened, sweet plum. I got inside my own head again. Iâm sorry, baby.â Bucky lied with a sad smile, too ashamed to admit Ryanâs words almost had him ruining the best relationship heâs ever been in.
She nodded understandingly, her hand cupping Buckyâs face as she rested his forehead on hers.
Bucky would tell her when he was ready. She didnât want to stay mad at him. She knew he had issues with self confidence and she wasnât about to make him feel even worse. He would come to her when he was comfortable. Bucky would tell her on his own.
âPlease stay.â She whispered, her teary eyes heavy with sleep, yet afraid to go to bed and have Bucky leave after.
âIâm not going anywhere, sweet plum.â Bucky kissed her forehead, taking her by the hand to their bed.
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âYou know you can talk to me, right?â Her soothing voice whispered, filling the dark room.
Bucky was laying wide awake, Ryanâs words playing in his ears over and over again. What he did to his girl and how he made her cry. All the messed up shit he did just hours ago gnawed at him and took the sleep away from his eyes.
âI ran into Ryan,â Bucky finally replied, unable to sleep while heâs hiding something from her, âhe filled my head with thoughts about you leaving me for Sam, and I let him.â He admitted to the ceiling, hesitant to meet her eyes.
âI would never leave you,â she promised him without reluctance, cupping his face and making him look at her.
She wanted him to see all the love her eyes held for him with no shame.
âPlease donât. I will lose the weight, I willââ
âWait, what? He told you Iâd leave you because of your weight?â Both hands were back on Buckyâs cheeks, thumbs wiping under his eyes.
Bucky nodded.
âAnd you believed him?â
âItâs why he left me.â He shrugged.
âBucky,â she sighed.
âI know I know. Itâs whatâs on the inside that countsââ
âDonât talk as if youâre not physically breathtaking!â
âBabyââ
âNo! You have no idea how handsome you are, do you?!â
âPlum, you donât have to say such stuff.â Bucky shook his head sheepishly and regretted it when he saw sadness cover her delicate features.
She quickly shook it off, scratching her forehead before taking Buckyâs hand, helping him sit up in their bed.
âSweet plum, what are you doing?â Bucky asked when she started moving the covers down his torso.
âGonna love on my man. Would you let me, Bucky? Can I love on you?â she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
Bucky nodded, hypnotized by the adoration shining in her eyes and she started to undress him.
Her eyes never left his as she took piece by piece of clothing off, revealing his beautiful figure to her, her smile only faltering when she bit down at the sight of her man in all his naked glory.
Buckyâs body was lit up under the soft moonlight coming from the window, helping her appreciate every curve and inch.
This gorgeous human being was his and he was hers.
âYouâre so fucking sexy you take my breath away,â she moaned, slipping out of her own sweater, âand I donât just mean the way you make me cum so many times until I have to fight for oxygen.â She brushed her lips on his.
Bucky was speechless. He could only stare and try not to lose his own oxygen.
âKeep your eyes open for me, Buck.â She pecked his lips once and he opened his eyes at once, not even realizing heâd closed them in the first place.
She smiled at how fast he followed the instruction, leaning back on the headboard and licking his lips.
Buckyâs groan when her bra hit the ground made her giggle. She slipped out of her panties, leaving herself bare before Buckyâs eyes.
âCome here, plum,â Buckyâs arms reached for her but she shook her head.
âThis is about you, Bucky Bear.â
She climbed on the bed between Buckyâs legs, her hands wandering along his shins, thumbs caressing up his inner thighs. She bowed forward, peppering kisses on Buckyâs soft flesh.
âI love your thighs,â her lips moved higher and higher, the tiny kisses and nibbles driving Bucky crazy as he tried not to touch himself, âlove how thick they are. So strong. So perfect. I would ride them all day if youâd let me.â
Bucky whimpered when she accompanied the honest words with a bite, leaving her mark on his pale flesh.
âAnd that ass,â she moaned, her hands sliding underneath Bucky, pulling his legs up and cupping his ass cheeks.
Buckyâs shy gasp made her smirk. He was so precious she could eat him. Maybe she should some dayâŚ
She let Buckyâs legs settle back on the bed and kept kissing up and up, skipping his twitching cock on purpose and placing wet kisses on his tummy instead. Her eyes locked with his and Bucky bit his pink lip.
He looked so beautiful, blushing, disheveled and turned on like that. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven; she was falling in love with this chef all over again.
âI love your tummy so so much,â her tongue dipped in Buckyâs bellybutton and the flush spread from his cheeks and on to his neck and chest.
Another moan slipped from his lips as her warm tongue lapped at his skin. She was full on licking him now.
Her words were romantic but the way she was loving him was driving him insane.
âI love to feel it against me when we hug,â she kissed his right side, âI love when you let me rest my head on it and I get to hear you breathe and feel your heartbeat,â she kissed his belly, âI love how it warms my back when you spoon me. And I love feeling it pushing against my ass when you take me from behind.â She pressed a final kiss to his left side.
âMy favourite has got to be your cock though.â She gave his leaking dick a single pump and his hips were already bucking off the bed, âIâm a sucker for this cock, baby. Literally.â
Bucky was too busy whining when her mouth wrapped around the crown of his cock to call her out on her bad joke.
His whole body was on fire with need for her. He needed her to do something, anything.
âPlum, please. Let me get you ready. I need you. I need to be inside you.â
Bucky didnât want to cum in her mouth, not this time. He needed to be buried deep inside her and he wasnât sure how long he would be able to last.
âIâm ready,â she said, situating herself on top of his cock, rubbing the tip on her wet folds, letting out filthy mewls at the feel of him against the lips of her pussy, âalways ready for you, baby.â
Before Bucky could argue that he should at least make sure she was prepared to take him just in case, she was pushing the tip of him in, stretching herself out on his cock with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream.
âFuck, plum, so tight,â Bucky groaned, feeling her pussy grip every inch as soon as it disappeared inside her.
When she has completely impaled herself on Buckyâs cock, she stilled, taking a minute to get used to the stretch.
No burn has ever felt as good as the burn she got when Buckyâs dick split her in half. Getting opened on this cock was her favorite thing in the world.
She dragged her lips along his stubbly jaw as she waited, kissing all over his face, savoring the moment as sweetly as possible as if the head of Buckyâs cock wasnât almost touching up her cervix.
Her open palms glided from around Buckyâs neck to his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his palms.
âand those hands, I think you already know how much I love your hands.â She chuckled as she continued and Bucky nodded, squirming below her.
âI love when you hold my hand; makes me feel safe; chosen,â she rolled her hips, making Bucky groan wantonly.
âI love how fast you can make me cum on the fingers of your left hand.â She whined when Buckyâs hands dug in her sides as she moved on him, surely leaving bruises behind.
âFuck, plum-â Bucky was so close so fast and he wished he could last longer but the movement of her body on top of his, the words leaving her mouth and her walls snug around his cock were too much.
âI love you. Every inch, every part. I love all of you, Bucky.â
Bucky groaned in reply, chest heaving as he watched her take him.
âI love every part of you. I crave your touch like my lungs crave air.â
Bucky involuntarily thrust up, making her eyes roll.
âOh Buck!â she wailed, Bucky hitting her favorite spots so good.
He couldnât stop his hips from meeting hers every time she came down to take his cock over and over again, eyes glued to where he was disappearing inside of her.
âNothing could ever match the feeling of being filled up of you, Bucky.â
âI love you, plum ahhh fuck,â Bucky moaned, overwhelmed by emotions and ready to burst any second.
âI love you too, Bucky bear. Youâre my everything; my one and only.â She kissed him hard, thighs shaking around his body as she came on his cock.
Bucky couldnât help but let go himself, cumming harder than he has ever before, filling her up with so much cum until he felt it leak out of her despite having her plugged on his softening cock.
She moaned at the warmth of his cum, shuddering when it seeped out of her.
âFuck, plum,â Bucky sighed on her shoulder, breath still shaky.
She giggled shyly, burying her face in Buckyâs neck.
âWhere did that come from?â Bucky asked, cupping her cheek so he could look at her.
She was glowing, smiling at him so innocently as if his cock wasnât still buried deep up her leaking, pulsing pussy.
âFrom here.â She pointed to the spot between her breasts.
âRight here?â Bucky leaned forward to press a kiss on her hot skin, making her laugh as she nodded.
âI love you,â he whispered on her lips.
âI love you, Bucky. I love every tiny detail about you inside out. Nothing will ever change that.â She promised, seeing his eyes soften once again, insecurity dissipating.
âThank you, plum.â Bucky hugged her close, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck.
âThank you for letting me show you how much I love you.â
âSo you love my cock huh?â Bucky teased.
âBuckyyyy,â she whined, trying to get away as her face heated up.
âNo, say it.â Bucky bit his lip, looking at her with a smirk.
âYou know I do. Stop.â
âNo, plum. I donât know anything.â Bucky shook his head trying to act serious, âsay it again.â
âIloveyourcock,â she mumbled, trying to take herself off his cock.
âWhat was that, plum?â Bucky thrust upward into her and even with a soft cock he could make her make the sweetest sound.
âHngh, I love your cock, Bucky,â she moaned, throwing her head back.
âHmm, how much?â Bucky swirled his hips, feeling himself get hard again.
âS-so much,â she admitted as his cock stretched her sensitive pussy.
Bucky held her close, turning them the other way around and gave a deep push when he was on top, his cum making the filthiest squelching sounds as she screamed an âoh godâ.
âSo much youâd let me take you again?â
âYes, yes,â she nodded frantically, not wanting the man to stop his thrusts.
And he wasnât going to.
Buckyâs tummy pinned her down as he pressed his lips to hers, eating up her squeals as he pounded her into the bed, showing her how much he loved her.
~
âSo you really donât care about my weight?â Bucky asked, supporting his body up on his elbows as he stared at her glossy eyes.
She could barely remember her name as she tried to come down from the other two orgasms Bucky has just given her, his body still on top of hers, but that wasnât a question she needed to think about the answer to.
âI only want you okay and healthy, Bucky. If youâre comfortable, Iâm comfortable. If youâre happy, Iâm happy. Otherwise, youâre perfect to me,â she told him with a shrug, pushing his wet hair behind his ears, âevery little thing about you is perfect.â
âI love you so much, plum.â
âI love you more.â She smiled, heart fluttering at the look he was giving her.
âNot possible.â Bucky kissed her lips, ânot possible, plum.â
~
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PERFECT FAMILY
homelander x fem!reader (+ryan)
summary â Homelander wants to find the perfect mother for ryan since the incident with becca happened. just someone to take of ryan when heâs out or when heâs working. just a maternal for ryan. maybe someone to comfort him as well and thatâs where he finds you.
warnings â dark fic, Homelander being a warning in itself, stalking, kidnapping, kinda Stockholm (itâs dark), violence, blood, angst, a bit of fluff
word count â
authors note â I legit just had this idea when I was reading @noforkingclue s fic. so go read that one because itâs amazing
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âNow I know Ryan, no one can replace your mom, your mom is your mom,â Homelander stated as looked down at his son who stood next to him. âBut I need someone, maternal, to take care of you when Iâm away, even for your stability and mine,â He says as Ryan looked somewhat hopeful. âNow if you donât want me to find you a new mom I wonât itâs your choice son,â He says putting his hand on his shoulder.
Ryan looked down thinking about it, he loved his mom, more than anything and she was gone, because of him. But if he could have someone who could love him at least half the way she did he would love that. Someone to just care for him like a mother can.
It could be a second chance for him. Even if he knew she wasnât his real mom, she could love him like one. Treat him like one and he wanted that choice, someone other than Homelander to be a parent.
âNow what do you think buddy,â Homelander questions after a few minutes of silence.
âIâd like that a lot actually.â
âMe too buddy.â
âIâve been hired by the Homelander to teach his son,â You question with a bewildered expression on your face. You stared at the woman sitting in front of you.
Yes you were a teacher but the kids you usually taught went to the school you were in at this moment. But no one could really blame your shock, you were just a normal teacher at a normal school who taught normal kids. This was on a whole different playing field.
Of course youâve heard about Homelanders son, everyone on planet earth has probably heard about him. Ryan was his name you learned. Of course you felt a great deal of sadness for the young boy, it seemed like he didnât have a mother and his father was a little on the crazy side from what youâve heard. But could you really handle this?
This boy was the strongest kid in the world, and his dad was the strongest man in the world.
Anyone would be nervous to even think about accepting this offer. You were leaning more on the yes side, due to the fact that they were going to pay you a lot of money and since a teachers salary wasnât much you didnât really have a choice.
But some other reason inside you felt bad for Ryan, you wanted to help every kid that needed it, even if he was the strongest supe kid. You were also kind of afraid to say no to Homelander, youâve read stories about what happened to people who said no to him and it made something burn inside of your stomach and your whole body tense up in fear.
âSo what do you say, Miss. Y/L/N,â The woman in front of you asked as you looked around at the class from.
âIâll take it,â You accepted tentatively.
And before you even knew it you signed your life away that moment and you probably could not do anything to reverse it in any way.
Today was your first day to teach Ryan and your first day actually meeting him in fact. You hadnât even met Homelander who was his father, it seemed like if you were going to teach his son he wouldâve at least wanted to call you.
But nope. Nothing. Not even an email.
You shook off those worries and just tried to put a smile on. You didnât want to worry Ryan and wanted to help him and his journey on learning
Taking a look at yourself in the mirror you put your hair in a ponytail before shaking your hair and pulling the hair tie out and shaking your head and running your fingers through your hair trying to sort it out. You decided that having your hair down was best for you. You dusted off the pencil skirt you were wearing and tried to straighten the lavender blouse you had on. You didnât even know why you were caring about what you looked like this was going to be just like teaching the kids at the school. But just one on one.
But you knew the reason why you were so nervous. Homelander, his father. You didnât want to have one single thing wrong with you that would tick him off and him deciding to kill you right there. You were pretty sure that Homelander was a fickle guy due to who he was and to the public. But you hoped that his son being there would stop him from doing anything rash but you didnât put anything past him.
âFuck it I look fine,â You whispered to yourself in the mirror before grabbing you bag that had everything you needed in it.
Getting in the car you put the address into your phone and started driving to Homelanders place. Which you had to agree was weird. You thought he lived at Vought and his son would live there as well but no from the looks of it and where you were driving it looked like he had a house in a suburban neighborhood.
The house looked just like any house on a family sitcom. It wasnât too big, or too small, it was normal. That ticked a red flag in your head because there wasnât anything normal about Homelander. You were pretty sure he had people dressing him and cooking for him every night and he was living here in this normal house.
You had this horrible feeling in your stomach but you pushed those feelings out as you sat in your car for a few minutes before exiting the house and walking up to the door where you froze for another few minutes. You took a deep breath before pressing your button to the doorbell.
Rubbing your wrist, you tried calming your nerves but it wasnât working. You had every right to be nervous. This man was the most powerful man in the world and by default the most dangerous man in the world. You didnât want to do anything to tick him off.
He seemed very high maintenance and wanted everything to be perfect so it confused you why he asked for you to teach his son. You werenât the smartest teacher out there, hell you werenât even the smartest person in the school you taught. The question kept running through your brain as you stared at the door waiting.
Suddenly the door opened to reveal the man himself. Homelander. Standing there in his suit with that same smile plastered on his face as he saw you. Luckily he didnât seem angry so maybe luck was on your side today.
âMs. Y/L/N I was worried you werenât going to show up,â Homelander says and you look at him confused. You didnât think you were late.
âOh Iâm sorry sir I didnât realize I was late,â You say taking a look at your phone that you pulled from your pocket and you were only a few minutes late. Well you werenât wrong about the high maintenance.
âItâs only a few minutes as long as you donât make a habit out of it,â Homelander waved it off as he opened the door wider so you could walk in. You didnât know what he meant by that. Were you seriously going to have to be here on time every fucking day.
Walking in the house it seemed brand new which seemed about right, since you thought that Homelander lived in the Vought tower. He mustâve just bought it for him and his son, and you were a bit curious about Ryan's mother and where she was. Nothing in the news stated anything about her and that made a child run up your spine about the possibilities of what couldâve happened to her.
Back on the topic of the house. It was perfectly clean and you wondered if a kid even lived in this house. Youâve been around kids all ages and they werenât the cleanest so to say you were kind of dumbfounded at this.
âRyan come to the kitchen please,â Homelander called out as the two of you stepped in the kitchen. You put your bag on the table looking at him to make sure you werenât angering him at all. âHeâll be down here in a second, heâs been waiting for this all week, jittering like fucking cokehead,â He said leaning against the kitchen counter.
The language threw you off. You didnât take Homelander for someone who swore at all and you shook off the shock and gave him a smile.
âWell thatâs good, you donât see it that often, kids wanting to learn,â You say, wringing your fingers in front of your stomach, the pit in your stomach was still there but it was shrinking as the conversation kept going.
âThatâs all what Iâm about, wanting Ryan to get a good education so that he can be successful in life, thatâs all Iâve ever wanted,â Homelander told you, putting his hands behind his back. ââŚ..And to be honest he wasnât the only one looking forward to this meeting,â He gave you another smile showing off his pearly whites.
âOh thatâs a nice thing to hear as well,â You say bashfully, giving a smile.
He wasnât lying when he said he'd been waiting all this time for you to show up. Ryan was wanting to see you as much as he was. It took them some time for them to pick you out from all the other teachers and you were perfect for him and Ryan. You were in your late 20s, no boyfriend, no kids, no family you talk to, and not many friends, or at least he thought that. You donât go out much. And to top it off you had that maternal side of you, working in a school, you helped kids all the time and knew exactly what they wanted. It also helped for Homelander that you were an attractive woman.
Homelander knew that it was going to take some convincing to get Ryan on board for this but surprisingly Ryan was genuinely excited to meet you, for you to take care of both of them. Homelander need that, someone to help him with this and everything, someone he could come to and someone who would caress his cheek and run her fingers through his hair. Someone who would hug him and let him cuddle against her chest. Someone to just coddle him.
Ryan needs a mother to essentially do that as well, someone who could help him when heâs sad or mad or just confused. Homelander wasnât good at that stuff so needed someone. Someone that could be at their beck and call. Someone who could help Ryan with school and read him bedtime stories so that he could fall asleep. Or when he had a nightmare and needed someone to talk to.
You were that person. You were that perfect person for them. It would just take some time and convincing.
Ryan came running down the stairs as you said that sentence and ran up to stand in front of his dad who put his hand on his shoulders as you gave both of them a soft smile.
âHey Ryan itâs nice to meet you,â You say, holding your hand out for him to shake.
You were expecting the boy to shake your hand but he ignored your hand and wrapped his arms around your body giving you a hug. You were a bit gobsmacked at this. No kid has ever been that affectionate. But you did reciprocate the hug not wanting to upset him. He was just a kid.
âTold you he has been waiting for this,â Homelander says, giving you a smug smile this time as you caress the back of the kid's head.
âSorry just a bit shocked no kids ever acted like this,â You say as Ryan still had his head buried in your stomach.
âItâs nice to meet you as well,â Ryan muttered into your stomach as it was muffled by the fabric of your blouse.
âOk come on Ryan sheâs here for a reason,â Homelander intervened putting his hands back on his shoulders beginning to tug him back but Ryan resisted as his arms stayed locked around you muttering a no into your stomach.
Surprisingly you werenât scared, he wasnât hugging you tightly and you werenât a psychologist but it seemed like he had some attachment issues but you didnât want to judge too soon. You werenât privy to his background and didnât want to make him feel bad for this. To be honest, the maternal side of you was melting from this, wanting to comfort the boy as he stood hugging you.
Meanwhile Homelander was in awe. It didnât even take you 5 minutes for you to break. You were so perfect for the both of them that made a pang in his heart as he watched you hug Ryan. Although he also couldnât help a pang of jealousy coursing through him watching you comfort his son and deep down wished it was him you were comforting.
Mentally shaking his head. The time will come, he thought.
âRyan come on,â Homelander says, giving another tug on the boy he could use his whole strength but he didn't want to hurt Ryan or you for that matter. But he didnât budge.
You put your hand on top of Homelanders' gloved one trying to reassure him that this was okay. Deep down you this would cause some problems in the future but you didnât honestly give two fucks at the moment. Homelander tensed as you did that, not expecting but loving it.
âHey Ryan, why donât you let go of me,â You whispered, running our fingers through his hair.
âDonât want you to leave,â Ryan muttered into your stomach again as a confused expression came across your face. You werenât even here for two minutes and he was worried you were gonna leave. Yeah you knew there was something wrong, this boy was getting attached to your hip and you knew deep down that something mustâve happened to his mother, for him to be attached this much.
âIâm not gonna leave, not yet,â You muttered as you felt him move a bit against your stomach. âI promise and when I do leave, Iâll be coming back tomorrow donât worry,â You tried reassuring the boy and was a little worried when he gave you a little squeeze at the mention of leaving. But eventually he let up on the hugging.
âPromise,â Ryan says looking up at you.
âPromise, even ask your dad Iâm pretty sure if I donât show up, heâll do something about it,â You say waving your hand at Homelander.
âDonât worry buddy I promise you sheâs going to be coming here every day,â Homelander promised, giving his shoulders a squeeze. You didnât want to intervene and say you wouldnât be coming here on the weekends.
âOkay,â Ryan says, giving you a smile, removing his arms from around you and moving to sit at the kitchen table, where your stuff was.
âOkay buddy lets get startedâŚ.â
For the next few weeks, everything was going amazing. Ryan was amazing at the stuff you were teaching him and you were proud that he was this smart bright kid. But he was getting more and more attached to you.
To the point that you had to stay a few hours extra, past your planned time and coming over on the weekends as well. Homelander didnât stop it, he loved it and you knew it but you didnât know why at the moment. Luckily you didnât have many friends so you could spend time helping this kid. Plus you liked spending time with both of them and to be honest you were beginning to like coming here everyday, being greeted by Homelander and teaching Ryan. Homelander usually stayed in watching the both of you and you paid no mind, so you didnât see the longing look in his eyes as you taught his son math.
On his side he was beginning to lose patience and wanted you with the both of them at all times and considered it as he watched over you at nights. He could easily do it. You left your window locked since you lived on an apartment building, you didnât have any security system, hell you didnât even own a fucking dog. Honestly he thought your nativity was adorable, you needed someone like him to protect you. He just couldnât wait to have you in his arms so you could take care of him and Ryan.
You on the other hand were trying to gather up the courage to ask Homelander about what happened to Ryan's mom since his attachment to you became bigger and bigger. It was also quite worrying because Homelanders' attachment was becoming bigger and bigger as well. He was more subtle at least.
Although you werenât scared of him or Ryan. They hadnât done anything to indicate that you should be scared. So at the moment you just stayed in your schedule as the times staying with Ryan increased more and more.
On this particular Friday everything was normal as you came to the house but Homelander left in the middle of your session. Muttering something about work. That worried you, you didnât know whatâs going on, and how long you should stay here with Ryan but you tried to brush off the worrying not wanting to worry the boy out.
By the time it hit 6 oâclock you were still worried about Homelander and where he was. But Ryan didnât know anything which helped you, he didnât need to worry about his dad.
âIâm hungry,â Ryan stated as the two of you sat and watched tv.
The session had ended an hour ago and the two of you decided to watch tv so that you could help your nerves and Ryan would get a break from school work. But as soon as the tv started the both of you started talking and it felt so normal talking to this boy as though he was a part of your life.
âOh I could make you something to eat,â You say getting off the couch and he followed you as you entered the kitchen again moving around so that you were in the kitchen as Ryan sat on the chairs that were in front of the kitchen counter. âWhat do you want,â You question, giving him a smile.
âMac and Cheese,â He answered with a smile of his own, after some pondering.
You were quite nervous, you didnât know if Homelander stocked any food here since you barely ate here and Ryan only ate snacks. But when you opened the fridge and cabnits everything was there and you let out a sigh of relief as you started the dinner and began to talk to Ryan casually.
âSo Ryan who usually does the cooking here,â You question as you got the noodles ready on the stove, boiling at the point you wanted them.
âWell dad usually gets a chef here since he doesnât know how to cook and the chef only comes when dads here,â Ryan answered as he watched you cooking. He began to think of his mom and became sad. He sometimes has thoughts about her and he doesnât like it.
âHey Ryan whatâs wrong,â You asked worriedly, putting your hands on his and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumb for comfort.
âNothing,â He sniffed, not wanting to cry in front of you. Homelander told him showing his emotions was weak and he especially should do that in front of you as that would make him appear weak.
âCome on bud you can tell me,â You cooed, giving his arm a squeeze. âYou donât have to hide your feelings in front of me Ryan,â You reassured him.
âItâs just my mom,â He muttered as a tear slid down his cheek and you gave him a look of sympathy as you wiped the tear from his cheek giving his forehead a kiss. You definitely knew something went down with his mom.
âThatâs fine thinking about your parents especially ones you donât see anymore can make you sad and make you want to cry and you should, crying isnât bad Ryan it's good that you can. It shows that you are strong,â You told him in a soft tone,
âBut dad said crying in front of people makes you seem weaker,â Ryan says, looking at you with wet cheeks.
Walking around the counter and wrapping your arms around him and he immediately receives it, tightly hugging you and definitely not hugging at his full strength. You ran your hand down his back, comforting him as he sobbed into your chest. You had a feeling Homelander had these values as he seemed like one of those men. You werenât mad as you know these were taught to him but you were going to have to talk to him about it. Because it wasnât good for Ryan to hide his emotions especially from his dad.
âDonât worry Ryan, everything's going to be fine,â You mutter. âIâll talk to him, don't worry,â You tell him. âAnd as for your mom sheâs always going to be there for you sheâs going to be all around you especially in here,â You say putting your hand on his head.
You felt Ryan nodd into your chest as he was still sitting in the chair and you were standing and leaning down. It was uncomfortable but it didnât matter at the moment.
âOkay,â You say, pulling him away from your chest. âNow letâs get your food ready so you can fill your tummy,â You say, giving him a chipper smile wanting to change the subject. He nodded as he wiped his tears and you walked around the kitchen counter and checked on the noodles.
The rest of the night was spent eating dinner and talking to Ryan about multiple things as his moods got more and more happier and you didnât really care that Homelander was gone now. You were having an amazing time with Ryan and you definitely werenât going to leave him all alone here with no one around.
After dinner the both of you sat on the couch again and started to watch tv again and Ryan eventually ended up with his head in your lap as you watched tv. He eventually fell asleep a few minutes after he laid down on your thighs. You began to run your fingers through his hair as you soothed him into sleep. You didnât want to move him to his bed as that would wake him and you didnât have the heart to do that at the moment so you just kept caressing and watching the tv waiting for Homelanders arrival.
When Homelander eventually came home it was around midnight and you were still up and to be honest he was surprised that stuck around but he knew that you cared for Ryan and that made his chest fill up with warmth especially when he watched you with Ryanâs head in your lap. God he wanted you so bad but he needs to practice patience.
âHey Y/N,â Homelander greeted you at the couch and gave you a smile.
âHey Homelander,â You greeted him with a tight smile. After calling him sir for so many times he told you to call him Homelander and you caved.
âSorry I made you stay so late. I had an emergency at Vought and had to do some work,â Homelander apologized as he tightened his fist behind his back. He was initially sorry but now he was happy because he could witness you helping his son.
âItâs fine me and Ryan had fun,â You say as you stop moving your hand. âSpeaking of him, we should get him to bed it is midnight,â You say.
Homelander melted at the words you said. We. We should get him to bed. As if you were already a family and it made him so happy that you may be coming around to this and you may want this as well.
He nodded and the two of you successfully got Ryan to bed without waking him and you tucked him into his covers and gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room to greet Homelander in the hall who still had this smile on his face. But you tried to keep your mind on the target, you wanted to talk to him about Ryan.
âYou got any wine,â You asked with a tired tone and you were tired but you needed some relaxation.
Homelander chuckled and gave you a curt nod and even though he didnât drink he knew you had the occasional wine here and there.
Once you got the wine you chugged it down in one instance and Homelander knew he was going to have to do something about that once he got you under the roof. Ryan didnât need a drunk for a mother and even though you donât do it often, he knows how addictions work.
âI also need to talk to you about something,â You say, wiping your mouth after chugging the wine like it was your last drink.
âAsk away,â Homelander says, pointing his hand at you, giving you the floor.
âRyan told me something today that worried me and I wanted to talk to you about it,â You say and Homelander raised an eyebrow at the mention of his son. âHe said you didnât like it when he cried in front of him and other people and I know Iâm not his mother or guardian in any way but I know what makes kids turn into angry adults and this is one of the reasons why boys turn into angry men,â You say sternly. âI know youâre his dad and I would normally not even bring this up but I just want to help him and you for a matter of fact and if you want to fire me thatâs fine I just wanted to give you a piece of advice,â You say and immediately take a deep breath from all the words you just said.
Homelander looked at you flabbergasted at what you had told him. He didnât think you had the guts to stand up to him and honestly seeing you angry was definitely a turn on for him. Even though he does think these values, if he wants you to even think about staying with him once he does get you under this roof he has to try it with you. He needs to take your advice even if he doesnât like it, and he knows once you become a more permanent figure in the house heâs going to need some of your opinions.
âI know I know,â Homelander runs his glove hands over his face feeling out of energy. âI honestly didnât think about it when I said it just came out,â He mutters looking down at the floor feeling kind of ashamed as though you were disappointed in him and he would hate you being disappointed in him.
âHey itâs okay I know these things are taught and Iâm glad you see these things,â You say reassuring him, also happy he didnât burn you alive. You cautiously bring your hand to his cheek and begin to rub your thumb along his cheek bone trying to comfort him.
Luckily for your life it seemed like he enjoyed it as he leaned into your hand and slowly closed his eyes at the comfort of your hand. You felt amazing and he immediately preened under your touch and by the sound of your heart beating a little faster he knew you liked it as well.
âYou can stay the night if you want since itâs so late,â Homelander whispers, turning his head, giving your palm a kiss, making your whole body heat up under his lips.
âThatâs nice of you and Iâll take you up on that offer,â You say, giving him a genuine smile. âBut only if you are comfortable with that I would hate to make you or Ryan uncomfortable,â You say fiddling with your wine glass.
âYou donât have to worry about that,â Homelander laughs. âRyan would love to have you here as well as I so donât worry about our comfort,â He says, finding it cute that you were so worried about his and Ryan's comfort, it also filled his whole body with happiness.
âItâs probably a good idea that I stay here, you have no idea what kind of creeps are out there at this time at night and I wouldnât want to take a chance with that,â You say, knowing what would probably happen if you did leave and you didnât like the ending of that story.
âIâll show you to the guest room,â Homelander states as he stands up and starts walking towards the stairs expecting you to follow him. Expectedly you do as he thinks and follow him up the stairs.
âSo anything new interesting going on in your life,â Homelander questions once you reach the top of the stairs.
âEh not much I donât go out much, definitely not as much as the people in my age group, that probably explains why I donât have many friends,â You nervously laugh shaking your head. Itâs true you donât have many friends since you donât live your life that exciting.
âI get what you're saying, I didn't have many friends when I was younger,â Homelander lies partially. He didnât have any friends but thatâs because Vought was keeping him as a fucking lab rat and he didnât have any chances to make any friends.
âItâs probably due to my fear of making connections with people, too afraid to let them in,â You say as the both of you trail across the carpet to the guest room, keeping your voices down for Ryan. He gives you a weird look at what you just said and to be honest you would as well. âThatâs what my therapist says at least,â You chuckle running your hands over your face as you feel fatigue creep inside your bones.
Homelander makes an âohhhâ face but internally he knew he would have to do something about that. You didnât need a therapist, especially now since you have him in your life. All that therapist would do is try to keep you away from him and thatâs just not what he needs at the moment. He just needs you with him and Ryan, if he had that it would be happiness that heâs wished for, for his entire life.
âAnyways hereâs the room, thereâs a shower in there and some extra clothes for you to sleep in,â Homelander opens the door as he gives you a look over knowing you couldn't sleep in your clothes.
âThanks again,â You say, trying not to show how confused you were by the fact he has extra clothes here.
âIâll be off now, Iâll see you in the morning,â Homelander says his goodbyes, giving you a wave and strolling off to his room but not before you could say anything.
âGoodnight Homelander,â You say.
âJohn,â He says, keeping his back towards you.
âHuh,â You turn around not understanding what he meant.
âMy name itâs John,â He whispers, hoping you heard it and by the extra skip in your heartbeat you did.
âGoodnight John,â You whispered.
âGoodnight.â
After the two of you bid your good nights you both made your way to your respective rooms where the both of you were doing totally different things.
You immediately took off your clothes and made your way to the shower and you were shocked nonetheless seeing a plethora of shampoos and body washes. You tried not to be freaked out that it was the same ones you use, Itâs probably a coincidence a lot of people use this you thought to yourself before turning on the shower and making it hot. It was specifically cold tonight and you just wanted to relax.
Once you enter the hot shower your body immediately relaxes as the hot water drips down your body and you hum slowly loving the comfort from this. After a few minutes of just standing there under the water you started to bathe yourself, starting with your hair.
Homelander on the other hand had other plans for what he was doing. He sat his body down on the perfectly neat bad that he almost never sleeps in. Compound V does that to you. He has his body facing towards the room you're sleeping in. He honestly had to have so much self control on not following you in there when he wanted to so badly. With his hands on his knees he watches you undress and get in the shower.
Itâs not like itâs something he hasnât seen before, he goes to your apartment every night after Ryan goes to sleep just watching you do your mundane task. Obviously he got hard from all of this, especially when you took your clothes off or when you touched yourself to relieve stress.
His eyes clothes when you start humming feeling his body start to lock in comfort that he just wishes he could lay down on your lap whilst you coddle him. To comfort him and give him praise. But he knows you're warming up to him as he notices every time you come over youâre wearing some that accentuates your chest so that he would always notice. Your body temperature always rises when heâs around and your heart rate spikes when heâs standing next to you and he loves it. He just loves it so much and he knows how it feels since he feels the same way when heâes around you.
Once you get out of the show you wrap a towel around your body and start to dry yourself and make your way into the room and put on some underwear and an oversized shirt. You donât even want to know where he got this shit from. Youâre just so tired that once your head immediately hits the pillow you're out like a light. But some of it was due to the wine you have to admit.
After about an hour into your sleep Homelander makes his way into your room and he knows you're asleep by the way you snore quietly into the pillow. He notices that you left the light on and he knows that you have the tv on at your home and he wonders if the dark scares you. He shakes those thoughts out of your head as he comes to stand next to the bed and brings his now ungloved hand to caress your cheek.
Luckily for him your body is facing him so he has more leeway. His thumb gently strokes your cheekbone as you sleep and heâs noticed that you were a deep sleeper from the first time heâs entered your apartment. Homelander just loves everything about you even though he thinks humans are beneath him, you donât count as one of those. Youâre special.
Leaning down gently he presses his lips to your forehead. He makes an exit out of the room knowing the next time you sleep here it would be in his bed one way or the other.
The moment you wake up you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth before looking through the drawers and finding that there were some jeans and you immediately thanked god as you put them on and made your way down the stairs knowing it was only 9 oâclock in the morning. Luckily you didnât have to teach today which caused some stress to exit your body.
Your stomach was growling from hunger and you knew you had to eat something and while you were at it you could make something for John and Ryan as well to thank them for letting you stay here.
Once you got the pancakes ready someone in front of the kitchen counter said. âHello,â
You jump and immediately turn around to see Homelander standing there with a grin etched onto his face as he watches you cook.
âGod John you scared the absolute shit out of me,â You let out a deep breath as he gives you this warm look that makes your body heat up. Youâve always thought he was attractive but you canât help the ways he makes your heart skip a beat.
âSorry once you woke up, that woke me up and I came down here wondering what you were doing,â Homelander softly says and you give him a confused look. âSuper hearing and a very light sleeper,â He says pointing to his eyes and you have a look of realization on your face.
âSorry I didnât mean to wake you I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here and what other way to thank you by making you and Ryan breakfast,â You rush out not wanting to make him mad but in reality nothing you did could ever make him mad at you.
âDonât worry, itâs sweet that you thought of it and I know Ryan will love it, he usually wakes up around this time so, perfect timing,â Homelander says clapping his hands. âSo howâd you sleep last night,â He questions.
âAmazing, the bed was so comfortable that Iâm kinda upset that I have to sleep on my own mattress tonight,â You laugh as you take a bite out of the pancake.
Homelander subtly frowned that he forgot that you werenât going to be here tonight and suddenly he felt his heart race at the thought of that. But on the other hand he was glad that you didnât want to leave the house, it showed that you were comfortable around him and in his house. He was going to have to move the date of his plan soon because he was going crazy at the thought of you not being here for him or for Ryan.
âWell youâre more than welcome to stay another night, and it makes me happy to know that you feel comfortable here,â Homelander says.
âI just- I donât know itâs just something about this place and about you and Ryan that makes this place so homey,â You tell him fiddling with your fingers.
âYou know that makes me really happy to hear,â Homelander says with a chuckle, making you smile at him.
Suddenly you hear Ryan come running down the stairs and that makes you break out in a grin as he comes into the kitchen with a huge grin on your face.
âYouâre still here,â Ryan says with happiness written all over his face alongside the huge smile on his lips. He comes up and wraps his tiny arms around your waist giving you a squeeze and you wince a little. When he usually hugs you, heâs gentle but sometimes he forgets his own strength and squeezes a bit too hard. But it never caused any long term damage and you could handle it since he was so happy to see you.
âOf course I am buddy I would never leave without saying goodbye to you,â You say leaning down and kissing his forehead while putting your arms around his shoulders giving him a squeeze too, not as hard as his but a squeeze nonetheless. âBut I am going to have to go home soon you know that right,â You say not wanting to lead the poor kid on that youâre staying here forever.
âNo I donât want you to go,â Ryan sternly mumbled into your stomach as you felt his shoulders stiffen and you looked up and saw Homelander with a melancholy expression on his face and you frown in confusion.
âI know Ryan but you know youâll see me soon, Iâm not going to up and leave you forever,â You try to reassure him but giving his head a light caress.
âBut why canât you just stay here, it would be easier for you, and you wouldnât have to drive here everyday and-and you wouldnât be worried about the time,â Ryans words stumbled out of his mouth.
You didnât know what to say to that, it was still obvious that Ryan wanted you here all the time and now it was bigger than the first day you met him and your heart started to race as the thought that you let this happen. You didnât want to hurt Ryan, heâs such a sweet boy and you never want him to be sad but you canât just break these boundaries. Even though deep down you know youâve already broken a lot of boundaries.
âRyan sweetie I know you donât want me to leave but-,â You say but you were interrupted by Ryan.
âNo donât leave, please just donât leave, dad make her stay,â Ryan says as he starts to cry into your stomach and you feel your throat start to dry up and your eyes begin to water.
His arms tightened a bit more and you held in a whimper not wanting to upset Ryan even more, you knew he didnât want to hurt you so you just stood there and caressed his hair trying to remain calm.
âI know youâre upset Ryan and and you just- your dad canât-,â You began to say again but this time you were interrupted by the man you were talking about and you were relieved at first but once the words came out of his mouth your heart rate increased.
âOkay Iâve had enough of this I didnât want this to be today but it canât go on like this anymore, youâre staying here and thatâs final,â Homelander sternly said pointing this finger at you as you stood there agape at what he just said.
You could feel yourself stiffen and begin to sweat a bit as nervousness began to set and you swallowed as you tried to keep your calm but you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. Suddenly there was this knot in your stomach, the type of know that made you want to throw up and pass out, but with Ryanâs vice grip around you couldnât even move.
âHomelander- John I canât just stay here I donât live here,â You rush out as you try to keep your breathing calm.
âWell know you do,â Homelander snapped. âI know this might be upsetting for you at first but soon youâll love it here and I know you love it here when you come here everyday so why not just stay here,â He says trying to calm you down as he hears your heart increase and your breathing become more shallow.
âBecause I donât fucking live here John,â You snap giving him an angry look as Ryan nuzzles into your stomach and you can tell heâs starting more anxious due to the fighting but right now his father was being unreasonable.
âHey you watch your language in front of my son,â Homelander snaps at and you swore you could see his glow red for a second and then you felt your stomach fall to your ass as your hands began to shake while you were caressing Ryanâs head.
You tried to say something but nothing came out as your breathing became more and more erratic as the reality of your situation began to flood your head. You felt a few tears roll down your face as you bit your lip trying to keep your sobs in. Breathing in and out you tried to calm yourself down but it wasnât helping. When panic attacks usually happen to you, doing that usually helps but itâs not.
Homelander closed his eyes as he listened to your uneven breathing. This isnât how he wanted to do this but, Ryan was freaking out and it was going to happen sooner or later so he just figured that why it not me now. He knew it would take time for you to settle but soon it would be like paradise for all three of you, he knew it.
âOkay Ryan bud,â Homelander came around the kitchen island to put his hand on Ryanâs other shoulder to get his attention as you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. âWhy donât go outside and play for a bit while me and Y/N talk okay,â He says, squeezing his shoulder.
âWhy,â Ryan grumbled into your stomach and you closed your eyes as you felt Homelanders hand run down your arm.
âWe just need to talk and situate everything,â Homelanders said. âDonât worry sheâs not leaving you can count on it,â He says as he gives you a look. Ryan doesnât move and Homelander sighs. âIsnât that right Y/N youâre not going to leave,â He says and Ryan looks up at you.
âUh yeah,â You say as a tear trails down your cheek you put your hand on Ryanâs cheek. âDonât worry about me, I'm staying,â You say with a tremble in your voice.
Ryan nods and gives you one last squeeze before running out. You rub your sides as you try to keep calm. You stand completely still as Homelander approaches you and puts his hands on your cheeks wiping the tears. You let out a little whimper not knowing what he was going to do.
âDonât worry Iâm not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you,â Homelander says at least not on purpose he thinks. âI know this must be hard to deal with but trust me when everything falls into place you are going to LOVE it, you wonât have to worry about anything any more,â He says giving you a pleading look.
âHomelander-Homelander-,â You stutter trying to begin your sentence but you were interrupted again by him.
âDonât call me that, call me John,â Homelander says with annoyance coming across his features.
âJohn,â You begin to say. âI know it must be hard being a single dad but I-I canât stay here,â You tremble underneath his hands as he looks at you in what you could describe as disappointment.
âYes you can, you can stay here and take care of Ryan and take care of me, you can quit your job, you wonât have to worry about having to pay bills anymore, or about how youâre gonna eat with what money you have. You wonât have to worry about the guy who keeps fucking harassing everytime you leave your apartment. You just wonât have to worry,â Homelanders rants and your face looks as if youâve seen a ghost. âI love you,â He whispers as he
Youâve never told him about your money problems. You never told him about your neighbor Ted who keeps flirting with you and groping you, and that information makes you stare up at him in shock. But on the other hand it feels nice to have someone wanting to take care of you, to care about you, to make sure youâre okay. Someone just to love you. You haven't been in a relationship in such a longtime that this is making you almost want to smile up at him.
âJohn I-I If you felt this way about me this isnât how you go about it, you ask me on a date and then we work up to it,â You say, hesitantly raising your hand and putting your hand on his cheek giving it a gentle caress.
âI knew you werenât going to like this but itâs a part of the risk, I need you here, and I know in due time you'll realize how right I am,â Homelander whispers as his lips hover over yours.
âI-I what about my stuff? What about my life?,â You say as the panic starts to come back.
âDonât worry Iâll go and get it and youâll feel like youâre just at home,â Homelander says before giving you a short peck on the lips. âNow,â He claps. âThat's settled, I can finally relax and eat those pancakes that you made,â He says before sitting down.
You give him a wary look as he gives you a wink before delving into the food.
Itâs been a few days since the whole Homelander kept you here and you were in denial for a bit. You thought he would send you home and that this whole thing was a prank and you could go on with your normal life.
But reality sunk in when Homelander moved your stuff into the room you slept in. You cried yourself to sleep that night not knowing what you were going to do. But you were woken up to Ryan shaking you and going on and on about how happy he was that you were here.
You didnât want to admit it but it made you happy that Ryan was so happy to have you here but you wanted to keep a hold of your sanity, not wanting to fall into the trap. But you knew that you were going to give in, it was just a matter of time and you also knew that you didnât mind it.
The past few days though Homelander has barely been at the house making you wonder if you could actually get away with packing and leaving. You could just run but it didnât matter anymore, he would find you. No matter what. How could you run from him, he probably had eyes on you this whole time. You didnât want to be on the reciprocating end of his anger so you just decided to stay put.
Another reason was Ryan. You didnât want to leave him alone. You didnât want him to feel abandoned by you, heâs already been through so much and you did want to help him and in the end you just decided that you would suck it up for Ryan. You would do this for him.
And he was so happy every day when he woke up he came to your room and climbed into your bed whilst resting his head on your chest. The two of you talked like it was just a normal day and you wanted it to stay like that.
But while Homelander was gone, you found yourself missing him, maybe this was Stockholm settling in but your heart was starting to ache for him. You wanted to feel his touch and feel his love, you couldn't keep that from him, he would just hear your heartbeat.
On the fifth night you were sitting on the couch with a glass of wine as you watched tv. You just put Ryan to bed a few hours ago and you wanted to catch up on some of the tv shows you watched.
Suddenly a whoosh made you jump a little and turn around to see Homelander standing there with a look of sadness on his face. His shoulders were slumped as he looked at you and it made you want to coo at him and ask whatâs the matter.
âJohn, whereâve you been,â You say softly as he shakes his head softly and feels his heart race at the thought of you being worried.
âYouâre not mad at meâŚ. Anymore?â Homelander questions with a sullen tone and with a little pout on his lips that almost made your lips quick in a smirk but decided against it just in case that would make him angry.
âJohn you have to understand why Iâm mad, youâd be angry if you were in my position, hell youâd probably set the house on fire if you were in my position,â You say with a tiny chuckle.
âI just donât want to make you angry at me, I did what I did for my son andâŚ. For you,â Homelander whispers as rounds the couch you were sitting on and points at the seat next to it subtly asking you if he could sit.
You nod and he sits next you and his body stiffens as he does not know what to do. You notice his saddened look and you feel your heart skip a beat at that.
âCâmere,â You sigh, opening your arms and the two of you lay down on the couch with Homelanders neck nuzzled into your neck and you running your fingers through his hair and he lets out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile your other hand carefully caresses down his back trying to make him more happy and as you place a kiss on his forehead, you can feel him smile into your neck making your heart race.
His hands carefully wrap around your waist as he minds his strength while hugging you. This is heaven to him. This is what makes him happy.
As you keep running your fingers through his hair, he rubs his nose against your clavicle and gives you a few kisses there that makes a shiver run down your spine and you donât want him to notice but he does and he gives your hip a squeeze. He knows you donât want to admit it deep down that you like it but he can feel that you do. You love it.
âIâm glad weâre finally making progress,â Homelander whispers into your ear giving you a kiss right below it and you shake your head and chortle. âYouâll love it soon enough.â
âI just know it.â
And deep down he was right and you knew that.
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Meeting again | Part 1 | Leah Williamson x Reader
Where you take your son to Leah's book signing and you reconnect with your high school friend/crush.
Happy birthday to our blonde pookie!
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You were doing some work around the house when your ex called. âHey Ryan, whatâs up?â You say as you turn off the vacuum. âHi y/n, Iâm so sorry. I know that itâs my day, but Iâm going to be stuck at work until late. Is there any way you can pick up Liam from school and take him to that book signing from Leah?â The two of you had gotten a divorce many years ago, when you had finally come to terms with your sexuality. Ryan had always been understanding, and now you were still friends, and co-parented your son Liam together. âOh yeah, donât worry, I can do that.â You could hear the relief in his voice. âThank you so much, I owe you one. He has a half day, so he should be done at school in about an hour. I packed his Arsenal jersey and scarf, he wanted to wear them to the signing. Thank you again, I have to go. Send me pictures of the signing?â Your kid would always be your number one priority, so you hung up the phone and got ready.
âHey bud, your dad is stuck at work, so Iâm going to take you to Waterstones later, is that okay?â The boy greeted you with a hug. âYes, of course, youâll get to see Leah again!â Back in high school you and Leah were very close, there was even some gossip about the two of you dating, but when you got wind of that you shut those rumours down quickly by starting a relationship with Ryan, a relationship that drove a wedge between your friendship with Leah. Your love for the womenâs game continued to grow though, and you have supported Arsenal all your life, just like Leah. Liam fell in love with it too, and you often found yourself amongst the crowd of Arsenal WFC and Lionesses matches together. Liam was a smart kid, and after finding you looking at TikTok videos of Leah, he started asking questions. âWatch it, or weâre not going.â You said with a fake seriousness. Liam knew full well that it was an empty threat as you loved messing with him.Â
You decided to make it a special day for your son, by taking him out for lunch before heading over to Waterstones. It was to no surprise to you that he wanted to go to his favourite restaurant. âSmile for your dad.â The boy looked up from his plate with a big grin on his face. Proudly wearing his Williamson jersey and his Arsenal scarf.Â
The line at Waterstones was long, but you bought the book and joined the line together. You could tell he was excited just by the way his eyes lit up, and his smile was constantly present on his face. His excitement made you glad that you were able to join him on this occasion, but it didnât trump your nerves of seeing Leah again. Of course, you had seen her play, but you were always just a person in the crowd, and now you were going to be face to face with the girl youâve had a crush on since you were fifteen.Â
Never in your life had you been so nervous to see someone from your past, but you set it aside for your son, this was his moment. Plus Leah would probably not even remember you, right? You were a nobody, and she was the England captain and the Arsenal co-captain.Â
When it was your turn, Liam walked up to the signing table, while you stood back to take pictures. âHi, whatâs your name?â You heard the blonde ask your son. âIâm Liam, itâs very nice to meet you. My mom is a big fan of yours as well.â The sneaky little bastard, you thought as your eyes met Leahâs. Her eyes showed instant recognition. âYours?â she mouthed your way, and you answered with a nod. âItâs very nice to meet you too Liam, want to come over to this side for a picture?â Leah signed the book, and wrote something on one of the cards laying to the side as Liam made his way around the table. âI see youâre repping my jersey! You know what would go great with that?â He shook his head. âThis new cap, would you like one?â Liam looked over to you with hopeful eyes, âCan I mom?â You smiled at the interaction between Leah and your son, âYeah, of course.â He turned back to Leah, âThank you so much!â The two posed for a picture. âAny time Liam. Here is your signed book, and could you please give this card to your mom?â He grinned big when he saw a written phone number on the back of the card. âThank you Leah!â
âMom! I got you her number, you have to call her!â You look at the card that Liam handed you âWould love to catch up, send me a text if youâre up for it :)â along with her cell. You looked between the card and Leah, who shot you a smile before returning to the next person in line. âPlease tell me youâre going to send her a text, please!â Liam was tired of always seeing you admire Leah from afar, and now that you had a real shot to reconnect with her, he wanted you to take it. Plus how cool would it be if his mom would go out with the Leah Williamson? You pocket the card, âMaybe later, you little snitch. I thought we had a deal.â You say playfully as you put your arm around his shoulder. Quite frankly it scared you a little to send her a text. âLetâs head home.â
When you got home you put Leahâs number in your phone and stared at the message screen forever, trying to decide what to text her. You really wanted to reconnect with her, but you also didnât want to overcompensate, and ruin any chance you had. You settled on something simple, letting her make the next move.
You: Hi Leah, itâs y/n. It was good seeing you today, catching up sounds nice.
You hadnât expected to get a message back from her so soon.
Leah: So glad we ran into each other. Talk about the details later?
The message notification was staring back at you, your heart was beating out of your chest simply from her message. You quickly put your phone away, without opening her message when Liam walks in. âMom, you know that I want you to be happy right?â You nod, âOf course, I know that kiddo. What makes you say that?â He shrugs, âI just donât want you to hold back because of me.â You shake your head, âYouâre too smart. I love you, kiddo.â He hugs your side, âI love you too, mom.âÂ
The two of you were hanging out at home, when Ryan called again. âHey, thank you for sending me those pictures. They really made my day, glad to see him so happy.â You notice the exhaustion behind his words, âYeah of course, I donât want you to miss out on stuff because of your job.â Liam was so important to the both of you, but your divorce had led to missing some things here and there, that you always tried to minimise together. âSpeaking of work, I should be done around eight. You know I hate to ask, but-â You interrupted him, âYou donât have to ask, of course. Pick him up whenever you are done, okay?â You heard the relief in his voice, âThank you. Can I talk to him for a moment?â You walk over to Liam and hand him the phone, âItâs your dad.â After handing him your phone, you give him some space to talk to his dad.Â
You continued vacuuming since you werenât done when you had to pick up Liam from school. So, you didnât hear the interaction with Ryan, or when the call was over, and definitely not when you got another phone call. Liam looked at the contact and smirked to himself. When he realised you didnât hear the phone call, he picked up himself. âHi Leah, itâs Liam.â The girl had not expected your son to pick up, but she went with it anyway. âHey Liam! How did you like the book signing?â He told her how much he enjoyed it before Leah continued with her questions. âI was looking for your mom, is she around?â If it were a video call, Leah would have seen the mischievous look in Liamâs eyes, but since it was a voice call he could hide behind the screen. âShe is a little busy right now, but she said she wanted to invite you over for dinner tonight if you had time.â Leah knew she shouldâve questioned it more, but she wanted to see you so badly, that she set up dinner plans with your son.Â
Just ten minutes before Leah said she would be there Liam came walking up to you. âHey mom, so I kind of invited Leah over for dinner tonight.â Never in your life had you turned around so quickly, âYou did what?â You could not believe what your son had just told you. âShe will be here in-â His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell. âNow.â He said with a big smile. You were frozen in place, Leah Williamson was at your door, and you were in sweats and a tank top, your hair a mess from the house work you had been doing for the past hour. âAre you going to let her in?â You turned to Liam, âYou are going to be in so much trouble later.â Again, Liam knew there was no actual threat behind your words, because thatâs not how you parented.
On your way to the door, you tried to quickly fix your hair. You open the door, âOh hi Ryan, youâre here early.â He smiles back at you, âYeah our last meeting got cancelled, sorry I didnât let you know.â You shake your head, âNo, no itâs okay. Liam, your dad is here!â The boy came running into his dadâs arms. âYouâre here!â The bond between them was amazing, he truthly loved the both of you equally. âHave you had something to eat yet?â Liam shakes his head, âHow does McDonaldâs sound?â You grab Liamâs bag, and give him a quick kiss on his cheek, before waving the both of them off.Â
As soon as you closed the door, you ran up the stairs to quickly get changed, and look more presentable. You had just finished doing your hair when your doorbell rang again. This time it was Leah standing on the other side of the door. âHi Leah, come in.â She looked so beautiful in her simple white t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants. âHey y/n, thank you. No Liam?â She questioned when you walked her further into the house. âHe wanted to be here but his dad came to pick him up a little bit ago. Iâm sorry to say that McDonaldâs has been picked over dinner with you.â You joke, hoping to make the moment a bit lighter. Hearing Leahâs laugh brought you back to those days where you would sit on the grass, and make fun of the boys on the football team.Â
âSo, Liam is a big fan of football then?â Leah started awkwardly. You loved talking about him, so you just started talking. âYeah, I started taking him to matches when he was still a little baby. He loved it ever since, I canât go to an Arsenal match without him nowadays. A gooner from the start, just like you.â Leah blushed slightly. âSo, youâve been coming to our matches all this time?â Now it was your turn to blush. âMaybe.â The both of you laugh. âRyan surprisingly never got into football, so itâs been something I get to share with Liam.â The name you mentioned caught Leahâs attention. âWait Ryan is Liamâs dad? You actually married high school Ryan?â You realised that bringing his name up was probably a mistake since he is what drove the two of you apart. âOh yeah, high school Ryan indeed. Liamâs dad indeed, and I did marry him. We havenât been married for like five years though.âÂ
Leahâs ears perk up at that. âOh, Iâm sorry to hear that.â You shrug your shoulders, âItâs all good, it was time I finally figured out my sexuality. Weâre still friends, and he's great with Liam. Anyways, how have you been?â The two of you start talking and catching up, and somehow even though more than a decade had passed and you had lived such different lives, it felt like you had never not known each other.Â
You walk into the kitchen together, still talking, when the both of you start getting hungry. That is when you realise that you had to go to the grocery store today, and didnât have much in the house. âSo, confession time. I didnât actually know you were coming over until Liam told me about ten minutes before you arrived.â Leah laughed, âI had a feeling the invite wasnât extended by you, but I didnât want the opportunity to go to waste.â You blush at her words. âI am very happy that you are here, donât get me wrong. I was just not prepared. It was Ryanâs day with the kid, but he got stuck at work so I didnât have a chance to go to the grocery store like I had originally planned. Letâs see, I have Potato Smileys, and literally nothing else. I am so sorry.â Leah did not care what you would eat one bit, she was just happy to be there with you. âGood thing I love Potato Smileys then!â
You shared a laugh at the situation and decided to make the best of it. While the Potato smileys were in the oven, you set the table with some condiments to go along with them. As you were waiting for the Smileys to cook, you and Leah fell back into conversation. You were reminiscing over old times, and shared stories from the past years since. It was easy talking to her, it really felt like no time had passed.
Once you were done with dinner, you moved to the living room where you each found a comfortable place on the couch to continue catching. Before you realised it, hours had passed by. Leah looked at her watch, and noticed the time first. âOh itâs late, I hadnât realised so much time had passed.â You glance at the clock yourself, âWow, yeah it is. Iâm really glad you came over tonight, catching up with you has been great.â Leah smiled in return, âYes it was, Iâve missed this. I hope we can hang out again soon!â You walk her to the door, âFor sure! Liam and I will be at the match Sunday, maybe we can do something after? If you donât mind him tagging along of course.â Her smile grew big, âI would love that, and for Liam to tag along always!â
As you said goodbye, and Leah got into her car you couldnât help but feel hopeful for what the future might hold. Just having Leah back into your life in whatever way possible made you extremely happy. Tonight had been so nice, and you really wanted to see Leah again soon, Sunday didnât feel soon enough. So, you decided to send her a message. You felt less nervous sending this message than the one this afternoon, but still there were some nerves.
You: Would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime this week? Iâd love to meet up sooner than Sunday.
As you were getting ready to go to bed, your phone dinged with a new message.
Leah: I know a great spot! Are you free tomorrow?
You smiled at the text, Leah proposing tomorrow had to mean she wanted to see you again soon too, right? You quickly let her know youâre free, before sending her a goodnight message and calling it a night. Though, your mind kept you up for a while longer, not wanting to let go of today just yet.
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