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Iâll Be Home For Christmas | Nico Hischier
summary: nico hischier acting as your fake boyfriend to try and get your family off your back this holiday season seems like the perfect solution - or so you thought.
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warnings: SFW! fake dating | friends to lovers | suggestive themes and dialogue | kissing | jealousy | angst | fluff | mentions of anxiety |
a/n: based off this request! is this a plot iâve seen before? absolutely! do i eat it up every time? ABSOLUTELY! hope you guys enjoy my third fic of my christmas specialâI cant believe itâs almost christmas đ this was originally supposed to go up on Christmas eve, but i finished it early đ
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"I think the only way to solve this is if I jump off the highest mountain in jersey."
bree pauses her stirring hand, glancing at you sternly over her shoulder. "don't jump off anything, y/n/n."
you let out another unsatisfied grunt, a disgruntled noise that has come out your mouth many times since you arrived at your best friend's apartment - and you've only been here an hour.
the sound of the wooden spoon scraping along the metal soup pot starts up again, bree continuing to mix her homemade chicken vegetable soup she coerced you over with.
you watch the blonde with a pout on your slightly chapped lips - but it matches the rest of your appearance, so you're not even bothered that they are dry. resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you can't help but zone out and drown in your own dreadful bubble.
you've been feeling overwhelmed and stressed since last night. it started as you'd just finished eating your sad excuse of a frozen meal dinner, beginning to queue up the next episode of stranger things - when your evening was interrupted with your momâs call.
"mom? is anything okay?" you answer quickly, brows pulled together in a curious manner.
you can hear her gentle laughter through the grainy line. "don't sound so scared to speak to me, honey. everything is fine."
you sigh. "just wasn't expecting a late night call is all....what's up?"
"well," she singsongs, and you can practically hear her wide smile through the phone. "you remember my friend susan, right? from work?" you hum once, so your mom continues. "well she has a son named scott, and he's around your age."
"why are you telling me this?"
she tuts her tongue like it should be obvious. "they are staying at same same skii cabin resort as us this christmas! and you're still single so I want you to meet each other - get to know one another."
that has you sitting up in a hurry, she's blown wide as you take in your moms words. "mom, no i'm not going to entertain this."
"why not? he's nice and cute-" your moms familiar voice fades into the background, as you can't focus on anything but the swirl of panicked thoughts in your head.
you've been single for three years - three years since your last boyfriend cheated on you with his macdonald's co-worker. honestly his first red flag should've been working at macdonald's at his big age of 28 - you should've broke up with him right then and there.
since then, your mom has been wanting you to get back out there, and 'give her grand babies' - you try to not shutter just thinking about it. she's been trying to get you to meet a million different young men, changing between her friends kids and even random baristas she meets at her local starbucks. and honestly you're just tired of it.
you won't find the love of your life through your mom - and it seems that only you can see the logic behind that.
you'd been looking forward to the few days away from the city for christmas, especially with your boss really coming down on you about upcoming new year business proposals that were honestly out of your job description. now your extended weekend that was supposed to relaxing and festive was tainted by your mom and this mysterious scott dude.
you come back to, your mom still lengthly explaining the christmas plans and scott and everything else in between. you huff anxiously, and before your brain can stop the word vomit that is festering on your tongue, you interrupt her.
"i'm bringing someone to christmas."
the blabbering in your ear comes to a quick stop, your mom going completely silent on the line. "who?"
you swallow, "my boyfriend."
the conversation went on for a bit longer, and you had blabbed about your fake boyfriend without giving away any type of physical details- heck you even avoided giving him a name. when your mom had asked, you told her that you didn't want to give anything away - the element of surprise much more enjoyable.
you cringe thinking back on it, closing your eyes tightly. you are so screwed.
the front door opens quickly, alerting you and bree to her boyfriends arrival. it's only a few seconds following the thud of his hockey bag hitting the hardwood floor that dougie saunters into the kitchen, hair still damp from his post-practice shower.
he looks up from his phone, finding you sitting with a frown at his kitchen island. "what's up with you?"
this time it's bree who groans out. she takes the spoon out of the soup and sets in on the countertop, spinning on her heels to look at you and her boyfriend properlyâwithout straining her neck. "don't get her started."
you squawk. "bree! you're supposed to be consoling me."
she pouts at you, "I know - i'm sorry." bree swiftly moves towards you, wrapping her small arms over your shoulders sweetly. she smells like broth and caramel perfume, which is an oddly comforting scent. "I just don't like seeing you so stressed."
dougie peeks in the soup pot, humming softly at the sight of the various vegetables swimming among perfectly shredded meat. he turns back to you both, leaning back against the counter as he stares you down. "so are you going to tell me? or do I have to wait for you to leave, which inevitably will have bree spilling her guts."
"dougie!" your best friend screeches, eyeing her boyfriend wildly.
you all but whine, letting your eyes fall closed in pure embarrassment. "I'm screwed." you manage to mumble, one eye peeking open to look over at dougie.
he looks rather amused at your dramatics, and you kind of want to get swallowed up and never be let go. "why?"
you take a deep breath. "because....because I told my mom that I had a boyfriend and was bringing him to christmas."
dougie snorts and bree sends him a warning glare. immediately he stops, playing off the laugh with a small cough. "you don't have a boyfriend."
you eye him irritatedly. "you think I don't know that?" bree, like the most amazing and supportive friend she is, begins gently rubbing your shoulder, grounding you. you take another shaky breath, your earlier pout returning. "I just...my mom was all pushy and wanted me to meet her co-workers son and I just panicked."
bree gently pipes up. "you didn't give him a name or talk about his appearance, y/n/n - it gives you some freedom in trying to find someone. maybe you should re-download hinge and make it known in your bio that you're needing a christmas date."
you pull a face, the thought of scrolling through medacore men who don't meet your ethical standards and are most likely teetering on borderline homophobic doesn't sound appealing - like, at all. "i'm going to pretend I can't go - i'll just tell my mom something came up."
"hold on," dougie steps forward, resting his palms on the island. he looks between you and bree, his brows pulled together as he gathers his thoughts. "you didn't give your mom a name?"
you hum. "or any physical attributes."
a ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, and he looks rather pleased with what we thought he's conjured up in his mind. "hear me out here...what If you take nico?"
you blink once. and then you blink again.
behind you, bree gasps. "that's a good idea!"
you shake your head, clearly confused. "he's not going home for christmas?"
dougie shakes his head. "no, the schedule didn't work in his favour, and his parents can't come out for a four day break. he was telling me today he was just going to be alone at his apartment....but maybe he could go with you."
it's....its actually not a bad idea. you like nico, he's always been so kind and sweet anytime you two have been together - which, granted, was quite often. surprisingly enough, nico and dougie were really good friends, and anytime you, bree and him wanted to go out, dougie would have nico join along. it's been like that for a few years, and the dynamic between you and nico was easy.
but...."no, I can't put him through that. you know how my mom is, and she's going to be all over him! and my sister and her husband, and god I can't have my niece getting attached....I just can't."
"you can." dougie hums, pulling out his phone from his sweatpant pocket. "you're just making excuses - nico won't care if your family asks questions. he's a team player who will easily help you with all your problems." he's busy swiping on his phone, barley glancing at you as he talks. "plus, it's not like he'll be out of your life after this - I already know he will be your fake boyfriend as long as you need him to be."
"dougie, no." you sigh.
"yes."
"no."
"too late," dougie hums, "i'm face timing him right now."
you left watching in horror, dougie coming around to your and bree's side of the kitchen island. you squawk, "absolutely no - dougie don't."Â
he's setting his phone up against the vase of flowers in the middle of the counter, displaying all three of you on the ringing face time screen. dougie looks at you, and grimaces. "try and look pretty. you look like a mess - c'mon."
bree smacks his arm. "dougie!"
you're not even going to disagree with him, because you do look like a mess. your hair is slicked back with your own oil - too lazy to get into the shower before coming over. your face is bare and you're in the middle of your period, with lingering hormonal pimples littering along your chin and jawbone. all that combined with your anxious eye bags, dry skin and ice cream stained pyjama shirt - well let's just say you've looked better.
your eyes widen as the sound of the call changes, indicating that nico is picking up the phone. "seriously I don't - heyyy nico." your hushed and panicked whisper towards your best friend's boyfriend quickly changes as nico hischierâs face takes over dougieâs phone screen.
"....hey?" he looks confused, and rightfully so. you're sure the last thing he expected with a call from his assistant captain was to be met with not only him, but his sheepish looking girlfriend and her hot mess best friend as well. his eyes move between the three of you, brows pulled tightly. "you guys okay?"
his accent sounds thicker through the phone, voice deeper....it's kind of comforting and as soon as your brain registers that calm feeling, it lets you spew. you begin telling nico all about your situation, but it seems that dougie and bree has the same idea, and all nico can hear is a jumbled sentence.
"y/n needs your help." dougie says, the words barley reaching nico's ears over bree's - "and she's just really stressed." that combined with your pouty lips as you tell him, "and his name is scott - like what kind of name is scott?"
you all come to a stop, eyeing nico through the phone screen. he adjusts the angle of his phone, giving you a glimpse of his location, which seems to be on his couch. "you're going to have to say that again, y/n. couldn't hear you over dougie's loud mouth."
so you tell nico everything - just you this time - starting with getting the phone call, your mom trying to set you up, your fake boyfriend lie and dougie's reason for the facetime. the entire time nico listens, not even interrupting you once as he digests the spoonfuls of information.
you sigh gently, "and dougie shouldn't of called you, nico. I really don't want to ruin your christmas by dragging you into my mess and-"
"i'll help you out." this time, nico does interrupt you, his soothing voice agreeing to the whole fake boyfriend story you'd thrown at him, cutting off the end of your lengthy ramble.
"really? why?"
he shrugs through the screen, a gentle smile beginning to pull on his face. "i'm not doing anything else. you're my friend, y/n, I want to help you out."
the relief that floods through you is ethereal, and you can already feel some of the stress leave your body. "nico, thank you...thank you, oh my god, okay I'll text you the details."
he grins. "looking forward to it."
the phone call ends just as the soup starts to bubble loudly on the stove, which has bree cursing, skipping back towards her food and turning down the burner. as she returns to stirring the mixture, she shrieks happily, glancing back at you. "no hinge needed!"
"you're welcome." dougie chimes playfully, pocketing his phone before he moves to grab three bowls from the cupboard, ready to serve some of breeâs delicious chicken vegetable soup.
although you're feeling stress free about the actual boyfriend part of finding a fake boyfriendâ thanks to the devils captainâ there is still the matter of having to prep nico for your family, as well as playing pretend with one another in hopes of convincing your family that you and nico are in love.
....and the stress is back, prickling under your skin in a way that has you jittery. you can only just pray nico doesn't get overwhelmed and ditch you on the side of the road on the way up to the lodge, leaving you to fend for yourself while he speeds back to the city.
bree slides the hot bowl full of soup in your direction, plopping the gold spoon into the liquid before she leaves. you thank her gently, and as you dig in into the meaty broth, you begin to create somewhat of a plan for you and your fake boyfriend.
DAY 1
you text nico after leaving bree and dougie's apartment once you had settled back at your place, assuming your usual lounging position on the living room couch. you send him the main details of your family christmas getaway like the name of the resort and it's location, as well as when you'll be leaving and how long you'll be staying.
thankfully, the devils schedule almost perfectly aligned with your families getaway, meaning that nico would be able to spend the entire holiday season with you and your familyâhe just has those leave early on the 25th for the boxing day gameâwhich you can't yet decide if you're relieved about or stressed about.
regardless, three days after your impromptu facetime call on dougie's phone, you and nico are packed up in his car, backseat full luggage and various wrapped presentsâ all ready to head up to the ski lodge.
itâs been 5 minutes since nico pulled out of your driveway, and you still haven't said anything other than your initial greeting. the pressure of the day ahead is knawing away at you, turning your stomach into a wave pool of nerves.
the christmas music flows quietly through the speakers, providing a comforting hum in the background. nico keeps switching his gaze from the road to the side of your face, analyzing your anxious eyes as you zone out, nibbling the skin around your thumb nail.
he sighs gently and with a free hand turns the already quiet music completely off. the lack of the original taylor swift christmas song in your ears snaps you out of your daydreaming, looking over at nico with a tight pull to your eyebrows.
"why does your face look like that?"
you frown, "like what?"
"like you've just shoved your nose full of expired smelling salts," nico smirks at his own joke, glancing over at you once again. "seriously what's going on that head?"
you take a deep breath, your mouth opening and closing like a tiny fishâunsure what you want to admit. you don't want to seem ungrateful for nicoâs help by complaining, and you don't want to look stupid and embarrass yourself for being so nervous about spending christmas with your family. after a moment, you let out a quiet sigh, glancing over at nico.
his flickering gaze is softâcomfortingâand it has you faltering, head falling back against the head rest with a thud. "I can't lie." nico huffs a laugh, and you almost scoff at the sound. "i'm serious - I can't lie."
"technically, you're not lying."
you eyes widen comically, looking over at him wildly. "what part of this trip isn't based on a lie."
he sighs gently, fingers flicking on the cars turn signal as he approaches the highway lane. nico has always been so nonchalant in your presence, the complete opposite of you at any give moment, and honestly you're envious of that. he glances at you quickly, pulling onto the highway. "I mean, it's not like we are strangersâwe're friends."
you don't say anything, too busy trying to understand what he actually means by that. nico smirks easily at you, "so we only have to pretend that we kiss and well....fuck."
you blush. "nico!"
âitâs true.â amused, he looks at you. "and, well, you can't turn ted anytime makes a suggestive comment.â
groaning, you pull your knees to your chest, creating a spot for you to hide your burning face, tucking your head between your kneecaps. "can't help it." you say, but all nico can hear is your muffled voice making no sense as you talk into your legs.
"it's okay." he reassures you lightly. "so, what's your family like? what do I need to know?" he changes the flow of topic easily, which successfully has you pulling your head up.
"well." you start, voice a pitch higher than normalâcontemplating what to say. âmy mom she's very.....out there. she's not shy, and her social awareness isn't very high, meaning she doesn't care about strangers or what they think of her." your eyes flicker away from the busy highway infront of you, looking over at nico to gauge his reaction.
he hums, "what else?"
you sigh, eyes finding the road once again. "she also loves me...too much I think. and she always wants what's best for me â even if she thinks that's scott."
"she sounds fun." nico's words take you by surprise, because fun usually isn't the first word that comes to mind after describing your dear mother. you quickly turn your head, but much to your surprise, nico isn't joking. he's being sincereâsmiling softly. "honestly she sounds like my mom."
the mention of nico's family has you feeling a bit hallow, and you remember the only reason he's able to help you out is because he couldn't fly out to be with his family. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling the skin until it feels sore. "i'm sorry about your family, nico. I really wish it would've worked out for christmas."
he shrugs once, glancing back over at you. "it's not your fault. besides, i'm here with you, right? so my christmas is coming together." you deflate slightly, nico's sweet and almost vulnerable words leaving you feeling rather soft. "so who else will be there? besides your mom and this scott guy?"
you huff a laugh, "well I don't know how much of scott we will be seeing now that i'm bringing you, but I do know that my older sister, tammy and her husband brody will be there. along with my niece, taylor - hence the disney princess wrapping paper." you thumb over your shoulder where there are multiple oddly shaped presents, all wrapped in disney paper.
nico snickers, sending you a teasing look. "thought you were just wrapping your own gifts."
"nico!" you laugh sweetly, "youâre ridiculous."
he smiles. "okay, okay. how old is your niece?"
"she just turned 6, back in november." you hum, leaning over slightly to turn the radio back upâonly at volume 2âletting the familiar jingles add to the ambiance of the snowy jersey weather.
one of nico's brows raise. "so you've got a birthday twin?"
"wha-how do you know my birthday is in november?" you're clearly baffled, looking at nico like he just told you he met your long lost twin.
he glances at you wildly. "I don't have a brick for a brain! c'mon y/n/n, just because dougie is a stupid hockey player doesn't mean I am."
a dig at your best friends boyfriend never fails to make you chuckle, and you wrap your arms around yourself tighter, keeping yourself warm. although nico was joking around, you still aren't sure how he knew the month you were born inâhow he remembered when your birthday was. it's just not something you thought nico would take note of. you don't do big parties for yourself, and you don't even post to social mediaâbree being one of the only people to celebrate you online.
your laughter dies down gently. "i'm just suprised that you'd remember."
his lips tug downwards in the beginning of a frown. "why would I forget?" nico's eyes flicker to yours once again, holding your gaze with a soft and warm expression. you take in a shaky breath, unable to find yourself wanting to look away from nico. his words, although nothing that deep, feel like the bottom of a warm lake, heating your chest with his question. it's a bare minimum that you've yet to experience with any boyfriend, real or fake.
he clears his throat quickly, eyes flickering away from your face and back through the snowflake covered windshield. "okay, what are our rules here? I don't want you to be uncomfortable with any of this fake dating stuff."
"oh. right, ummmm-" you blink, trying to recover from the abrupt shift in conversation and shift in your heart. "well to start, any question that my family asks about us and how we met, just tell them the truth. no need to fabricate some elaborate storyâespecially considering i've brought you up before...god my mom is going to die when she sees you." you mumble the last part to yourself, already picturing your moms face when you tell her the nico you're dating is also your friend nico.
he doesn't hear the end of your scentence, and only nods understandably, switching lanes. "got it."
you continue, "and this relationship between us is a new thing-- i'm talkingâs within the last two months new. if they ask we say that we were just testing the waters of our relationship. and that gives me an excuse of why I hadn't told my mom about us before tuesday."
"that's good" nico hums appreciatively, clearly impressed with the little plan you'd made for you both. "plus it will make us look less insane when we are all over other and acting lovey dovey. that itâs just the honey moon phase."
your belly swoops, and your eyes widen in a slight panic. "why would we be all over each other?"
nico looks almost dumbfounded at your rushed question, his brows practically touching the edge of the hockey branded beanie sitting across his forehead. "because we are supposed to be dating."
you feel a little stupid in that moment, and when the end of nico's reminder is accompanied by a teasing smile you begin to feel very embarrassed. you try not to face palm, clearing your throat. "right, duh! that makes sense then." nico nods in amusement, which really has you wanting to face palm.
wanting to get back to the earlier discussion of rules, you hum in continuation. "I think cuddling and stuff is fine, right? like we can cuddle on the couch and hold hands in town."
"if you're comfortable with that." nico says, shooting you a glance, taking in your face to try and dissect your expressionâtrying to find an answer on your face before you say anything.
you laugh once, and even that sounds weirdâno wonder nico keeps looking at you. "why wouldn't I be?"
"you're turning red just talking about it."
you face falls. "i'm going to throw myself out of this car."
"no, no." nico chuckles. "any other rules you want to lay down?" his eyes twinkle with playfulness as he shoots you another glance. "like what about kissing?"
obviously you blush because what. you don't let yourself react in the way your body desperately wants to, instead you keep your posture the same, humming in thought. "we don't need to kiss unless absolutely necessary."
once again, your eyes fall back to the driver's side, looking at nico as you wait for his response. you watch him smirk softly, eyes still on the busy roadways as he answers. "sure."
the rest of the car ride is filled with easy conversation and multiple impromptu karaoke sessionsâ nico laughing anytime you turn the music up and claim that it's impossible to not sing along to a justin bieber christmas song. the easiness of the whole dynamic between you and nico has you feeling much more at ease than you'd been when he first picked you up, and the idea of bringing nico to meet your family is becoming increasingly less stressful.
that is until your mom open the door, squealing in excitement at the sight of you and nico parking in the un-shovelled driveway of the rented ski cabinâwaving at you bothâyour stress levels start to rise back up.
you swallow nervously, the sound of the car engine shutting off setting in your ears - there's no escape now.
"hey," nico mumbles, gathering your attention. he gently reaches towards you and gives your shoulder a reassuring and grounding squeeze. "don't worry too bad. it'll be okay."
all you can muster is a nod, watching through the front windshield as you sister peeks over your moms shoulder, her perfectly styled hair blowing in the wind.
"wanna get the bags now?"
"no," you finally speak, shaking your head. "save them for later just incase we need an escape route."
he chuckles. "okay dramatic - let's go."
with another encouraging nod from the devils captain, you unbuckle your seatbelt, getting out the car along with nico. at the sight of your face, your mom screams, waving at you like a crazy woman from the porchâthe woman didn't even put on a coat before coming outside, leaving the door wide open behind her. "y/n, honey! you're here!"
"i'm here." you make your way up the pathway, nico's hand providing a ghostly pressure on your lower back as he trails behind you. "merry christmas momma."
she scoops you into a tight hug, kissing the side of your head repeatedly until it feels like all her lipgloss has transferred to your hairline. "merry christmas! and oh, honey don't be rudeâintroduce us to this handsome man." over your shoulder, your mom catches sight of nico and his ridiculously charming smile.
he looks so relaxed and happy that you're jealous. you're also jealous that nico manages to look that good after spending 2 hours in a carâbut that's not important.
you quickly wrap your arm around nico's torso, bringing yourself into his warm side. nico easily follows suit, wrapping his hoodie covered arm around your shoulders, giving you another comforting squeeze. you smileâextra bigâat your mom, rubbing your free hand over nico's covered stomach. "right of course, this is nico. my boyfriend."
recognition flashes across her face, eyes darting between you and your fake boyfriendâwho you are currently cuddling with on the cold porch in front of your mom, an action that is very out of the ordinary for you. you can only pray she doesn't think too hard about everything. suddenly, she gasps. "nico?! like your friend nico?"
you scrunch your nose through a faux smile, "that's the one!"
she laughs, "is that why you were so secretive over the phone? so it would be a suprise?"
"yes." you say through gritted teeth, arm tightening around nico's muscular torso, grounding yourself through your white lies.
your mom beams again, hands clutched to her chest as she admires you both - granted your shivering and your toes are borderline frozen.
"it's nice to finally meet you, ms. y/l/n. i've heard so much about you." nico says easily, his accent perfectly complimenting his relaxed tone and demeanour. he removes his arm from your shoulders, and you fight the urge to pout from the lack of warmth, watching as nico puts his hand out for your mom.
she dismisses the formality, moving towards him with her arms wide open. "oh, honey, please call me ella - and i've heard so much about you, I can't believe you're finally here."
your eyes close in embarrassment, face flushing a deep pink as your mom embraces nico.
"mom, let them come in! it's freezing." your sisters honey laced voiced calls out from inside the house, and you can see her making her way back towards the front door, taylor on her hip as she easily saunters over.
your niece happily shouts as she catches sight of you, begging to be put down. tammy obliges, but tells her to wait until you get inside, not wanting a coat and shoeless toddler to walk onto the wintertime porch. behind her, your brother-in-law joins you, smiling and waving at you through the open door before pressing a kiss to your sisters head.
"yes, of course." you mom smiles, turning on her heels and walking through the door. "c'mon in you two, before you turn into ice."
too lateâyou think.
right before you and nico can pass the threshold into the log cabin, you mom puts her hand out, stopping you with a playful smile ghosting her face. you sister looks borderline fed up, closing her eyes at your moms actions, and brody just looks excited.
confused, you quirk a brow. "what's happening right now? you all look very weird."
you mom points up, "honey, you're under the mistletoe!" you smile falters, your eyes slowly moving up until you catch sight of the array of green mistletoe leaves dangling above you and nico. "it means you have to kiss - house and mistletoe rules."
nico laughs awkwardly beside you, warm eyes also on the festive plant.
"mom, no." you follow suit, chuckling through your discomfort as you set your sights back on your mom.
her brows pull together, a frown overtaking her face. "what, why not? just a little smooch?"
"they just got here, mom. at least let them take off their boots before you make them get to business." you sisterâever the saving graceâtries to move on from the discussion, sending you a wide eyed look behind your moms back.
you nod in thanks, "yeah. don't you think that's a little inappropriate?"
"why would that be inappropriate?" she gawks. "nico doesn't mind, do you?"
"I mean-"
"i'm your child, and you just met him." you interrupt whatever people-pleasing answer nico was about to spew, looking at your mom with an expression mixed up of amusement and bewilderment.
"c'mon, y/n," brody chimes in playfully. "it's not like we are asking you to suck his-" tammy smacks her husbands chest, a warning for him to not finish that scentence. "ouch, babe!"
"little ears." your sister reminds, gesturing to your six year old niece, who is still bouncing on her heels, desperate for you to get inside so she can steal you away. "don't egg her on." tammy is talking about your mom, who is still clueless on why making you kiss your supposed boyfriend when they just meet him is a bit weird.
the whole situation is stressful and overwhelming, and you kind of just want to turn around and make a run for the car. as if nico can sense your anxiety, his grip around youânow with his arm around your waistâtightens ever so slightly, reminding you that you're okay.
you swallow nervously. "let's not make nico-"
you're interrupted by the firm press of nico's lips on your cold cheek, kissing your face gently. the action seems to momentarily silence your family, but soon you can hear your mom cheer happily, mumbling something about how she 'should've taken a picture to send to your aunt shirley'
but youâre too distracted to register anything other than the lingering kiss against your cheek, and there's no doubt that your flesh is warming right under nico's lips. he pulls away, an easy smile taking over his faceâlike he's not even affected.
brody snickers, "see, y/n? wasn't so hard."
it seems that everyone is satisfied after that, your mom too busy texting on her phone to stop either of you from coming insideâthank god because you're pretty sure the inside temperature has dropped 10 degrees from the door being open.
as soon as you shut the door, taylor comes skipping over, her gapped tooth smile wide as she looks up at you. surprisingly, she doesn't attack you with hugs, but instead stops in front of nico. she looks up at him curiously, her hands resting on her tiny hips. "who are you?"
her bluntness has you laughing, even more so as you take in nico's amused expression, looking down at your niece softly. he bends down to meet her level, placing his hand out infront of her. "I'm nico, i'm your aunties boyfriend. what's your name?"
he already knows her name, but the formality of it all has you melting slightly, watching the interaction with an amused look. her tiny fingers splay over his palm, doing her best at shaking nico's large hand. "i'm taylor. youâre my auntie y/n's boyfriend?" her bright eyes flicker between you and nico curiously.
"I am."
she hums. "but you're too pretty for her."
you gasp, hiding your laughter. joining nico in his crouched position, you drag your giggling niece into your chest, lightly tickling her torso. "excuse you missy!"
"I don't know, taylor. I think your auntie is actually too pretty for me."
"yeah." she shrugs lightly, finally breaking free of your tickling. taylor shuffles back towards nico, "do you want to see my stuffies?"
"you have stuffies?" nico beams, "of course I want to see them." it's instantly that taylor grabs nicos fingers, leading him through the log cabin and presumably towards whichever room she's loaded off her stuffed animals in. you can hear taylor's excited babbling all the way down the hall, accompanied by nicoâs enthusiastic responses as they disappear out of sight.
"honey can you go make sure she doesn't bore him to death. I can picture the tea party now." your sister sighs, looking at her husband expectantly.
"yeah," brody then looks at you, a teasing glimmer in his expression that you have grown to recognize. already, you're rolling your eyes. "I can't believe you're fucking an nhl captain y/n. good for you."
"go!" tammy hides her laugh behind her hand, but you can still hear her amusement through the muffled sound. brody waggles his eyebrows in your direction, further teasing you as he leaves.
thankfully your mom had slipped into the kitchen in the time you and nico had been talking with your nieceâsaving you from facing her after your brother-in-laws ludicrous comment. you can hear brody mutter something along the lines of 'course i'll go talk to the professional athlete, fuck kinda question is that?' â but you can't be so sure.
tammy grabs onto your arms, guiding you into the large, high ceiling living room. from what you've seen of the ski lodge so far, you're very impressed. it's got that rustic christmas feel that reminds you of your childhood, with grand windows and entry ways that overlook the winter scenery. with only a 5 minute drive to the hills, the resort was practically perfect.
you let your sister plop you onto the worn leather couch, the plaid throws scrunching behind your back as they slip around. tammy immediately sits down beside youâclose enough that you're touching kneesâfacing you with wide eyes. "what the hell."
you make a face. "what?"
she scoffs a gentle laugh, eyes darting all over your warm face. "how long have you been crushing on nico?"
"what-what do you mean?" you blush timidly. you're unsure why the question has you feeling nervousâfeeling caughtâbecause nico is just a friend. a ridiculously generous friend who immediately agreed to spend christmas with your family to help you out, and is currently playing with your niece just because she wanted him to....its fine, really.
"well you've told me and mom that he was just a friendâyou've been saying that for years and now you're dating? what's that about."
"oh, right." you really need to get a hang of the whole fake boyfriend thing, because the amount of times just today you've already forgotten is just criminal, and you're practically begging to get called out. you huff a gentle laugh, tucking your loose hair behind your ear shyly. "I don't know something just....changed."
"clearly." tammy laughs brightly. "how long have you been together?"
you swallow nervously, thinking back to the discussion with nico in the car about this very question. "only a few months. we kept it secret just in case...you knowâbree and dougie are the only ones who knew."
tammy nods understandably, but a disgruntled expression quickly forms on her perfectly blushed face. "i'm kind of offended you told dougie before me."
"if it makes you feel any better, dougie was the one who set us up - so I didn't technically tell him anything." the twisted truth comes easily, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for that one.
"fine. I feel a little better." tammy smiles, shifting her body so that she's tucked against your side, loungewear covered legs bent towards her chest as she relaxes into you. her blonde hair tickles your neck as she tilts her head up towards you, eyeing you with a playful undertone. "he's cute."
"hey! hit on your own man." you try and push her off of you gently, but tammy doesn't allow it, wrapping her arms around you tighter as she laughs.
"i'm just stating the obvious, y/n/n." her nickname for you has you feeling warm and fuzzy, settling back into your cuddly position. you and tammy have always been close, even with your 6 year age gap. you've always done everything together, and told one another all your secretsâso you feel guilty for not telling her about nico, even though it's not real.
"you really like him?" tammy's question is a gentle and sweet whisper, looking up at you like she just knows.
you nod, probably too fast and too enthusiasticallyâbut thankfully tammy isn't paying attention to that, only listening to your words and watching the way your eyes change into a more relaxed and emotional state. "of course," you breathe, smiling. "I mean...he's always been really sweet and kind. always making sure I feel comfortable in a crowded room, checking in on me when he hasn't seen me in a couple days. and well, just today he's made me the most relaxed i've felt in a long time...." you trail off, clearing your throat gently. "sorry, god i'm blabbering."
tammy shakes her head softly, gently grabbing a hold of your hand. "it's okay. it's sweet."
"auntie y/n! look at nico!" the tiny and shrill voice of taylor interrupts the rather tender moment, but thankfully it allows you take take a calming breathe and let your heart rate turn back to normal. your niece skips down the hall, dragging nico behind her as they round into the living room.
the sight of nico has you stifling laughter. "oh...wow."
nico smirks, hands held out as if he was showing himself off. the princess aurora tiara nestled in his brown hair catches the setting sun, sparkling in the dimming light. that combined with the bright pink lipstick smeared around his mouth and the lime green tutu that is 5 sizes too small for a professional athlete around his hips is just too much. "handsome right?"
you hum, nodding sarcastically as he gives you and tammy a spinâshowing off taylor's work. "oh yeah."
when nico faces you again, he winksâso quickly you're not even sure if it happened. it has your face warming once again, your sister nudging her pointed elbow into your side as she wordlessly teases you.
what have you gotten yourself into?
after a very amusing hour of dress upâwhich of course you got dragged intoâyou all had dinner, thanks to your mom and her random bursts of energy that allow her to cook up roast dinners every other day.
dinner went surprisingly well, and nico seemed to fit into the family dynamic nicely. it was a weight lifted off your chest as you watched him easily discuss sports with your brother in-law and excitingly answer all of your moms borderline intrusive questions. it's full of laughter and honestly you're surprised at how well everything seemingly is goingâit's a relief you didn't think you'd get to experience this christmas.
after a long travel day for you and nico, you both decide to retire to bed early, leaving your sister and your mom in the living roomâ your mother shouting out a general explanation of which bedroom is yours as you go.
you're not sure what you were thinking, but the sight of the large bed in the middle of the room has you feeling nervous, stomach swooping at the thought of having to share a bed with nico. you suppose you believed that some part of your mom still pictured you in highschool with a boyfriend and would make you and nico sleep in separate rooms or beds.
clearly not.
the bed looks absolutely heavenly though, with lots of fluffy pillows and a nice duvet with complimenting throw blankets draped over the cornerâyou can't wait to sink in and pass out.
nico, who had gone and got your luggage right after dinner, drags both of your suitcases towards the dresser, the gentle click of the handle sliding back into place echoing throughout the room. he turns back to you, "I can sleep on the floor if you're uncomfortable."
your eyes snap away from the luscious bedding and over to nicoâhe mustâve seen your blank stare. you shake your head quickly, "no - no, we are adults. i'm not going to make you sleep on the floor."
you can practically see the relief on his face and in that moment you're completely convinced that nico would've set up camp on the rug if you asked him to.
you continue, ignoring the weird flutter in your stomach. "plus my mom will probably burst in here every morning to wake us up and I don't want to make up some lie about why my boyfriend is sleeping on the floor instead of in the bed."
"of course." he chuckles, the quiet sound settling through the warmly lit bedroom comfortably. "what side do you want?"
you snicker, waving your hand as if you're trying to appear nonchalant. "oh, i'm not picky."
nico eyes you, one brows raised in question as if he can see right through your attempt at coming across easy-goingâyou've never even been close to that. "are you lying?"
your shoulders deflate. "yes."
he laughs again, watching as you make your way over to the left side of the bed, tossing your phone in front of the pillows as if you were marking your territory. "it's furthest from the door." you hum like it's obvious, looking at nico with timid eyes.
"sure." he hums softly, eyes lingering one yours for a moment longer before turning away.
nico has his back turned to you, digging through his carry-on in search of his toiletry bag. you watch the way his muscles move, his compression shirt giving you the perfect view of the ripples and hard work he's put into his body. you've never really noticed how in shape nico isâI mean sure you've like noticed he's got muscles because he's a professional hockey player...but you've never appreciated them like you are right now.
"y/n?"
you blink. "huh?"
nico smirks, and you instantly realize he's caught you checking him out. you blush wildly, trying your best not to collapse into an awkward puddle. "I asked if you want to use the bathroom first."
you clear your throat, "no go ahead."
he gives you another knowing smirk before disappearing into the on suite bathroom (which, holy, how nice is this place), travel toiletry bag and a new pair of sweatpants tucked under his arm. as soon as the door clicks shut, you let out a deep breathâone you hadn't realized you'd been harbouring.
thankfully you hadn't worn makeup today, knowing that youâd be travellingâthe feeling of being stuck with makeup on your face during the couple hour drive here sounded like a living nightmare. so while nico is busy in the bathroom you quickly change into your christmas red striped pyjamas, shoving your dirty clothes back in your suitcase before nico can see.
the door opens again just as you locate your toothbrush, revealing nico is his team branded sweatpants and...oh he's not wearing a shirt. you swallow heavily, eyes quickly flicking over the expanse of his muscular torso. "bathrooms free." he says, easily moving towards the bed.
you nod. "yeah, thanks."
right before you can shut the door, he calls your name, stopping you in your rather frantic pursuit into the bathroomâwhich is lingering with the scent of nico's cologne. he smiles at you playfully. "i'll keep the bed warm."
that's it - you're going to drown yourself in the toilet.
DAY 2
you managed to not drown yourself last nightâshockingly enough. after nico's fluttering eyes and stomach swooping tease last night, you'd made some stupid joke, one that you can't even rememberâyou're pretty sure you blacked out. you shut the bathroom door quickly, taking as many deep breathes as you felt applicable.
the entire time you'd been brushing your teeth, you just kept going through calming mantras in your head, desperately trying to grasp ahold of the shit show inside your head. thankfully the rest of the night was easyâeasy because as soon as your head hit those inanely comfortable pillows you were out.
the reason for waking up this morningâlike expectedâwas because of your mother, who loudly entered your and nico's room with a tinsel covered sweater and bright smile. "wake up love bugs. taylor wants us all to go into town and look at the trees together!"
you're then hyperaware that nico is obviously still without a shirt, and you happen to be tucked against his bare chest like your life depended on it. his peck, although it doesn't look it, is a surprisingly comfortable pillow. your body stiffen's against him, but before you can roll away, nico tightens his grip around you, keeping you in place.
"give us a few minutes." you manage to tell her, practically rigid against the devils captain. "nico isn't wearing pants." you can hear him make a noise of protest beside you, pinching your hip between his fingers.
"take your time you two!" she sing songs, leaving the room with as much pep in her step as usual. as soon as the door clicks closed, you push off nico, but he doesn't let you get too far, fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop you.
"why'd you tell your mom i'm don't wearing pants?"
"I panicked."
"you're ridiculousâyou know she's going to think we had sex now." his amusement is clear, and although it's at the expense of his dignity, nico is enjoying the humor of it all.
you shrug, slipping out of the bed. "hate to break it to you but they already think that."
through the mirror you left your bag in front of, you watch nico eye you from the back, his brows pulled curiously. "and why's that?"
"didn't you know? i'm secretly this like crazy minx who brings different boys to family trips and-" you're interrupted when nico tosses a pillow towards you, his laughter echoing throughout the room.
"get dressed freak."
â
you think one of your favourite things about being around nico is that no matter how his comments make your stomach swoop and how his gentle lingering eyes leaves your heart pounding, it's always easy to speak with him and just...be his friend.
which you suppose is normal with friendsâyou think?âits kind of hard to tell. you've only been close with your sister growing up, and then when you met bree in college she became your only other companion. when bree met dougie and inevitably started dating him, it opened up this new world to you; going to events and games, meeting so many people all with different personalities and backgrounds.
meeting nico was different though, because unlike the catalog of people that had come in and out of your life, nico was a constant. in the four years of knowing him, he's always managed to be that personâthat friendâyou felt you'd been missing. despite always playing nonchalant about your relationship with nico, dismissing him to be just a casual friend, you did really like him and cherish that friendship...and it kind of scares you.
after you moms abrupt wake up call, you and nico quickly got ready for the day, bundling in your warmest clothes to bare the chilly downtown weatherâgranting your nieces christmas tree browsing wishes.
the town is decorated beautifully, with stunning icicle lights dripping from every building, red ribbon wrapped around poles and pulled into bows at every corner, and the treesâfilled with various sized and shaped ornaments that perfectly encapsulate the christmas season.
it feels like something out of a hallmark movie with the gentle pressure of nico's hand in yours, guiding you both behind taylor as she excitedly makes you look at everything. your sister and brody watch in amusement, very used to their daughters excitable personality. and of course your mom makes you and nico pose for hundreds of photos, because she has to 'capture the beautiful moment and the beautiful couple.'
she evens asks for you and nico to kissâagainâbut just before you have to make up another excuse, brody chucks a snowball right at your chest. you immediately start hurling them back at your brother-in-law, distracting everyone from another non-kiss moment between you and nico.
after a few hours in town you all head back to the lodge, stomachs ready for some warm food to heat up that achy cold emptiness.
you place the serving tray full of freshly buttered buns in the middle of the table, next to the sour cream and shredded colby jack cheeseâboth necessities with your moms homemade chilli.
on the other side of the table, nico places one of the last bowls, the ceramic dishes clanking togetherâit's a peaceful noise, one that's often heard in kitchens. his eyes suddenly flicker towards you, and when he catches your stare a slinky smile curves at his lips. "are you judging my placement right now?"
the teaseâso mundane and playfulâhas your smile growing, butterflies tickling the lining of your growling stomach. "never."
his gaze narrows, "well i'm definitely judging your butter abilitiesâthat spread is so uneven."
you gasp, "think you could do better, hischier?"
"oh," he laughs, "I know I could."
you smirk, picking up one of the grapes sitting loose in the fruit bowl at the end of the counter, tossing it in nico's direction. but like the coordinated athlete he is, catches it in his mouth, chewing the crunchy grape slowlyâwinking at you while he chews.
"y/n," your mom looks at you over her shoulder, "do you mind just finishing adding the herbs? I gotta run upstairs quick."
"sure." you hum, making your way over to the stovetop, taking the long handled wooden stirring spoon from your mom. she thanks you with a squeeze on your arm before waltzing out of the kitchen, disappearing up the stairs.
as you begin twirling the utensil through the thick chilli, you feel nico come up next to you, his chest brushing against your arm. "why are you stirring it like that?"
you look up at him with wide eyes, your amusement clear. "you are just tearing my cooking apart today."
he laughs, "you're not cooking anything. you're simply just spreading and stirring."
a noise similar to a scoff falls from your mouth, and you tear your gaze away from nico quickly. "i'll spread something all right." you mutter with faux irritation, turning your shoulder away from him.
nico laughs again, chest rumbling against your skin. "that sounded dirty." his forearm wraps around your torso, holding you against his chest.
you're momentarily speechless with the feeling of nico touching you so intimately. your slow stirring comes to a stop, the end of the wooden spoon almost falling into the potâbut you don't notice. your head slowly falls backwards, resting just under nico's collarbone. "what are you doing?" you ask quietly, looking up at him.
nico leans down, his lips brushing against your ears. "what does it feel like i'm doing?" his breath is warm on you and you feel a static travel over your bodyâfrom your ears, down to your neck and shoulders, even reaching your toes.
"it feels like you're trying to hit on me." your words comes out breathily, barley reaching your own ears.
"maybe I am," he shrugs, and like he didn't just send your heart plummeting to your stomach, nico says, "your sister is watching us."
discreetly your eyes dance towards the large living room where you catch a glance at tammyâwho is trying to not make it look obvious as she stares at you both lovingly, a cheesy smile on her face.
"so the only reason you're touching me is because of the audience?âthat's a bit freaky, even for you nico."
he pinches your side lightly, which sends you squirming backwards, further into his embraceâchilli and herbs long forgotten. "i'll take any excuse to touch you, y/n."
nico looks down at you warmly, that boyish grin on his face that makes him look so warm and cuddly. you feel your face heat up at his insinuation, and you look away from his playful expression, bowing your head so you're looking back to the chilli.
"you're so pretty when you blush," nico mummers against your skin, pulling you back to his chest.
your blush deepens, a light laughter bubbling through your chest as you playfully push him away. "you're distracting me."
before nico can say anything else, the distant voice of your mother approaches. "and this is the kitchen! isn't it just so beautiful susan? I mean not just the lodge but the whole resort."
susan? who the hell isïżœïżœïżœoh my god.
nico watches your face drop, your eyes darting towards the kitchens entryway as the voices grow closer, this susan lady answering your mother just as enthusiastically.
he's quickly back at your side, a gentle hand brushing against your lower back. "what's wrong?" nico's question is hushedâdetermined.
you're honestly surprised that you can hear his whisper over the blood rushing in your ears. the rush of anxiety that pumps through your blood is overwhelming, and the reason you'd brought nico to your families christmas vacation comes trampling back. you swallow roughly, "susan...she's my moms friend and-"
"guys, this is my friend susan and her son scott!" your moms chipper tone halts your scentence, you and nico watching silently as your mom gestures to the unexpected company.
scott is...actually not that bad to look atâwhich is a gold star on your moms part. the dark haired man is standing merely few feet away from you as he moves to greet tammy. he's got that finance bro look to him, with a crisp button up shirt underneath his puffer vestâwhy men insist to wear vests inside is something you'll never understand.
he greets brody like a typical male would, bringing him in for a quick slap on the backâa smile on his face that shows his perfectly white teeth.
"y/n, honey this is scott." you mom singles you out, which of course she does, pointing towards scott with a wink in your direction.
you can feel nico stiffen against your back, his forearm snaking back around your waist. before you can think, you let your hand rest over nico's, interlocking your fingers between his resting against your torso.
"nice to meet you, y/n." he greets with a grin. "i'm scott. i've heard so much about you."
"you too, scott." you smile politely. "this is nico-"
"her boyfriend." nico finishes your scentence firmly, the hand that wasn't around your body jutting out on the other side of your body for a handshake.Â
scott breathes a laugh, shaking his hand. "boyfriend, huh? lucky guy." briefly scott's eyes flicker back towards you, eyeing you with a look you can't decipher. you feel yourself shrinking further back into nico, seeking that comforting aura that is the devil's captain.
"very much so." he agrees firmly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. there's a tense moment of eye contact between the two men, almost like a wordless battle of alpha male energyâwhich isn't very like nico.
scott hums curiously. "you look really familiar. do I know you from somewhere?"
"must have one of those faces." nico answers modestly, shrugging his shoulders once.
tammy waltzes into the kitchen, followed by her husband who is holding taylor in his arms. hearing the tail end of the conversation, brody pipes in with a quick laugh. "he looks familiar cause he's the devils captain dudeâwe are in the presence of jersey royalty."
"a professional athlete?" scott questions, that curious but condescending tone still laced in his voice. "bit unstable, no? unpredictable with trades and that?"
"can be. thankfully i've been lucky enough to have been with the devils since 2017."
"lucky indeed." once again, scott's eyes flicker back to youâgiving you that awkward and uncertain feeling.
sensing the tension, tammy quickly intervenes. "taylor did you want to show scott and susan your stuffies before dinner is plated?"
taylor glances towards the two guests. "no." then her tiny brown eyes move towards you and nico, and instantly she's skipping towards you both. "nico can you sit beside me at dinner?"
something prideful blooms in your chest at taylor's request and dismissal of scott and his rather uncomfortable presence. "I don't know taylor," you begin teasingly, "I wanted to sit beside nico first."
she laughs, her adorable toddler giggle like music to your ears. "how about we both sit with nico."
you hum in faux thought. "should we ask him? see what he thinks?"
"yes." she giggles.
nico, who has obviously heard the entire interaction, pretends like he was unaware of the conversation happening quite literally in front of himâhe ponders the question playfully, index finger tapping against his chin. when he tells taylor that he will sit with both of you, her tiny face lights up, and you can't help the way yours does as well.
dinner is served very quickly after, brody on serving duty as he fills every bowl with a hefty amount of chilli. the dinner runs relatively smoothly, saved for a few condescending questions from scott asking about only nico. for somebody who was seemingly trying to get to know youâdespite having a boyfriendâscott seems to be really interested with the man beside you rather than you yourself.
thankfully only an hour after dinner and enduring painfully boring conversation with susan and scott, they end up leaving to go back to their lodge, and that god because you desperately are ready for sleep by that pointâexcusing yourself and nico as you head towards the bedrooms for another much needed nights rest.
you pull the duvet back, creating enough space for you to climb in.
nico follows suit, slipping under the cool flannel sheets. "scott seems..."
you interrupt his trailing thought. "like an asshole?"
"yeah." he breathes. "truly what is that guys deal?"
"I don't know." you roll onto your side, facing nico with a huff. "I can't believe my mom still invited them to dinner. even though susan is supposedly her friendsâwho, by the way i've never heard of before tuesday. I thought she would've at least...I don't know, respected my boundaries? i'd that fucked up to say?"
nico shakes his head against the pillow. "no, it's not."
you groan, your irritation clear. "and then when she first introduced us and she winked at me? like hello what is that about? because as far as she's concerned i'm clearly not looking for a relationship. I brought you here for this exact reason and-"
"hey," nico breathes gently, gathering your attention by running his hand over your pyjamas sleeve covered arm. "it's okay, you're okay. I understand that you're feeling stressed and frustrated but don't get in your head about this."
you take a deep breath, nodding.
nico continues, "I don't think she had any malicious intentions with inviting them to dinner. I think she was pleasing peopleâlike you would."
"I just wish her people pleasing didn't involve a literal walking bag of crap."
nico breathes a quiet laugh at your insult. "she just wants what's best for you, y/nâlike you said. she doesn't realize that it's making you uncomfortable and she's too distracted by it all to notice that scott is 'a literal walking bag of crap.'"
your lip tugs upwards slightly.
"you should talk to her about it."
you groan, face rolling into the fluffiest part of your pillow. "I think as my boyfriend you should tell her for me."
"i'm not actually your boyfriend." he laughs.
you scoff. "way to ruin the mood."
nico's smile is barley visible through the dark bedroom, but you can still see it and the sight had you following suit, a grin taking over your face. he rest his head on his bicep, facing you. it all feels so intimate and precious that you never woke to forget it.
your heart beat feels like it's dangerously fast, making you feel the best kind of nervous. you're glad the room is dark because you blush, clearing your throat. "i'm so happy that you're here nico. I don't know what I would've done today if you weren't here."
his smile falters slightly as he swallows thickening salvia, eyes trained on your face softly through the moonlit room. "i'm happy i'm here too..with you."
DAY 3
you peer down the snow covered hill, gnawing on your lip in an unsure manner. "does it seem bigger from up here?" your hands wrap around the ski poles tightly, desperately trying to keep yourself from moving forward.
nico expertly slides in front of you, his skis bumping yours. "do you want to go back down? we can just walk back to the lodge if you're feeling scared."
you shake your head quickly. "i'm not scared...im just worried about falling on my face." truth of the matter is that you are feeling scaredâscared because you actually hadn't skied since you were 10, and you'd actively avoided the actual ski part of your holiday trips by sitting in the lodge and reading whatever book you'd been into since thenâbut not this year.
nico wanted to get out on the hills, and even though he said that he didn't mind if you wanted to stay at the house or even in the holiday themed ski lodge, you didn't want him to feel alone out there, especially because he's doing you a favour in just being apart of your families christmasâso here you are on top of the ski hill. plus, any excuse to get away from scott, which of course your mom invited him and susan to spend the day with you all, you'd take.
"you're not going to fall on your face." nico tells you, his tone gentle as he looks down at you.
"you don't know that." you say. "what happens if my ski catches a divet in the ice and I go head over heels into the snow?"
he laughs gently. "the only reason you'll fall is because your hairs in your faceâhere." nico ditches his poles in the snow, and with glove covered hands he reaches towards your face. gently he tucks your hair underneath your hat, pushing away any hairs that have fallen out from your braid.
you swallow, eyes flickering over his face. "i'm a little nervous." you finally admit.
"it's okay to be nervous." nico adjusts the strap of your goggles over your pink helmet, moving it into a proper position. "it's also okay to back out."
"I don't want to back out." you huff. "I want to do it."
his lip tugs upwards in a half smile. "yeah?"
"yeah." you nod. "but you have to do it with me." you both make your wayâyou very cautiouslyâtowards the edge of the slope. "i'm serious nico."
"I won't leave your side, okay? fix your knees like I showed you earlier...yup, just like that." he watches you intently, making sure you're in a proper position. nico finds your face again, an apprehensive look in his eyes. "you sure?"
"think so." you hum. "itâll be fine." before you can decide to back out, you manually push forward until your skis take over, sliding down the first dip of the hill, sending your downward.
the sound of your skis slicing through the icy snow is a rather relaxing sound, one that has a smile breaking out on your face. the feeling of quickly moving through time, with the cool air kissing your exposed cheeks is rather freeing, and for a moment you're not thinking about anything other than yourself and nico.
you can hear nico follow suit, following your tracks within a safe distance. "good! keep your blades a little bent! like pizza." he calls to you, voice travelling through the wind whipping past your ears.
"am I doing it?!" you question loudly, eyes still casted forward as you reach the middle area of the slope, continuing the rather speedy descent down the snowy hill.
"you're doing it." nico answers proudlyâa boyish chuckle following.
"oh my god!" you scream happily, "i'm doing it." you slide over a small lip on the hill, propelling slightly into the air. miraculously, you land with only a small teeter in your legs, continuing to ski downwards.
in a moment of excitement, you turn to look over your shoulder, eyes wide and full of disbelief as you find nico. "did you see that?"
his face falls. "y/n, watch out!"
as soon as nico's warnings finishes, you feel somebody slam into you, affectively sending you off balance and smacking towards the ground. you feel the snow cover your face as you land, and you groan out, eyes closing as a quick wave of pain washes over you.
"holy fuckây/n are you okay?" the voice sounds a little distant to your ears, like they are muffled. they help you sit up, gently cradling your biceps with their hands as they pull you into a sitting position.
you squint in attempt to focus your vision, blinking quickly to clear the blur. "what?"
nico's concerned face slowly appears in your eyesight. "are you okay?"
you groan again. "I think so."
he breaths loudlyâa sound of relief. his hands move from your arms and towards your face, un-clipping the helmet strap from under your chin. nico pulls the hot pink protective gear off your head, leaving you with your damp beanie and snow coated braid. "you scared me for a second there. does anything hurt?"
"not really, maybe just a little sore and bruised." you swallow gently as you watch nico as he gently moves your head from side to side, checking for external injuries. his gaze is so intenseâso focused. the embarrassment and lingering pain in your limbs has you feeling emotional, and your lip trembles. "i'm sorry."
instantly, nico's eyes snap back to yours. "don't apologize." he watches the way your eyes begin to well up with tears, quickly looking around as if you're seeing how many people are watching you. immediately he knows you're feeling embarrassed on top of everything else, and he pulls you into his chest, pressing a quick kiss against your hairline over your knitted hat.
you can barley feel the kiss, but it's enough to where the gesture has you meltingâmelting because he wasn't doing it because somebody in your family is watching or making himâŠnico simply just wanted to.
"you're okay." he mumbles against your hat.
"I think I wanna walk the rest of the way." you mumble waterly, attempting to joke.
he smiles against you, "you think so?" pulling back, he meets your eyes, a boyish grin on his face. the sight instantly has you feeling better, and with a small grin you nod.
nico helps you remove your boots from the ski blades, popping open every latch and button so you're easily able to slip out of the boot slot. he follows suit with his own ski's, freeing himself of the blades hold so he's left in only the chunky boots.
a familiar voice calls your name, approaching you and nico. "shit i'm sorry." scott says, stopping in front of you with his ski's tucked under his arm. "I didn't realize it was you."
nico stiffens. "you hit her? seriously?"
"I just said sorry man." scott huffs. "no need to get all annoyed."
his brows raise is pure shock, eyes squinting accusingly in the shorter man's direction. "sorry doesn't help. what if she got seriously hurt?"
"she didn't though."
nico breathes in disbelief. "that's not the point."
scott takes a step back, "relax, dude."
"she's my girlfriend. I can't relax."
"whatever." scott looks back towards your shy face, offering you a sympathetic shrug. "sorry again y/n."
you nod once. "thanks."
that's all it takes for scott to leave again, practically jogging away from the both of you, back down the hill. he disappears behind the slope of the hill, and immediately nico is turning back to you, his expression that was only moments ago hard and strong, now soft. "he doesn't deserve your apology."
"I know." you breathe. "but I was done listening to him."
nico nods understandably, but he looks slightly worriedâguilty maybe? "are you upset with me about that?"
"no. i'm glad you were here to defend me honestly. I would've crumbled under the pressure of my own need to be a people pleaser." you laugh lightly.
the ghost of a smile takes over his face. "promise?"
you nod. "help me down the hill? I need you right nowâmy hips a little sore."
in an instant nico is grabbing you, careful of your sore hip as he wraps an arm around your torso. "let me know if you need to stop at all, okay?"
you both begin to slowly walk down the hill, nico dragging the ski stuff behind you. "you worry too much." you tease him, gaze flickering to his face.
he breathes a laugh, not looking away from the hills. "yeah I worry cause Iâ" he pauses briefly, a gentle gulp following. "cause you're my friend, y/n."
"your friend?" you question his choice of words quietlyâtimidly.
finally, he meets your eyes. "yeah."
there's a moment then, where you're looking at one another with eyes that say a million things your mouths can't yet. you're unsure whether or not nico was about to admit to somethingâdeeper feelingsâbefore correcting himself, and you're not sure if you'll ever know.
but you're too scaredâto anxiousâto find out. because if it's not the answer you're hoping for, your christmas eve will be ruined, and your heart will be broken.
you laugh, breaking the tension. "that's not very fake boyfriend of you to say."
nico blinks once, but soon his expression changes into a more playful one, eyes twinkling with amusement. "c'mon y/n/n."
â
the warm bubbles are slightly ticklish against your skin, but it's a pleasant feeling. you sink further into the hot tub, letting the jets and heat do their job on your sore body.
as the sun started setting through the kitchen window, the pain of your earlier incident was only getting worse, and you could barley move without hissing in pain.
after the 8th groan of discomfort during jim carey's grinch, your mom suggested the hot tub. aftet all what good were you trying to put presents under the tree if you couldn't even bend over to pick them up.
the almost instant relief from the hot tub was enough to have you moaning out, submerging up to your shoulders and letting the water splash up your neck.
a beat passes and the sliding door sounds, opening into the cool night. "hey, got the presents from my car." nico stands by the entrance, peering through the dimly lit deck over in your direction.
"did you give them to tammy?" you question gently.
"I did." nico hums, gently shutting the door behind him. "you okay in there?"
"getting there." you sigh, eyes carefully watching as nico makes his way through the covered deckâno doubt the cold snow covered his feet in the slides heâd slipped on before getting the presents.
"anything you need from me?"
the nighttime pain reliever youâve been popping since getting back from the lodge has you feeling a bit sleepy and loopyâcompletely erasing any kind of filter you have. you raise a brow, squinting at him through the mist coming off the water. "I want you to get in."
he laughs gently, resting his hands against the edge of the tub as he looks over at you. nico takes his lip between his teeth briefly, eyes flickering over your submerged figure. "didn't bring a bathing suit."
"nico." you whine, dragging his name out.
"you can't get upset with me," he smirks, "you didn't tell me there'd be a hot tub."
"okay, well just strip down into your underwear and get in." you breathe, "promise I won't look." you hold your hand up like your in scouts, looking up at him with most puppy-dog expression you can manage.
"y/n..." he trails off, almost like a gentle warning.
you continue. "i'll even let you have one of my three towels afterwards so you don't have walk back inside in just your underwear.â
his brows pull together. "why did you bring three towels?"
"I like to be extra warmâjust get in."
a moment passesâpractically watching the gears turn in nicoâs head as he debates your ask. just when you think youâll have to beg again, desperate to have nico close to you, he sighs, pushing off the edge of the hot tub. in one swift motion he pulls his hoodie off, his muscles flexing beneath his rising t-shirt, exposing nicoâs hard v-line and happy trail.
you smile in satisfaction, watching as he continues to shed his clothes until he's left in just his black boxer shorts. you try your best to not stareâyou really doâbut when your fake boyfriend happens to be that muscular and hot, it's hard to keep your eyes away.
he quickly steps into the steaming hot tub, joining you under the water. "happy?"
you smile triumphantly. "very much. I feel better already."
"I bet you do."
a beat passes, only the sound of the running jets to be heard through the night. it's very relaxing, and with nico with you it now feels 10 times better. under the water you extend your leg until your foot gently nudges his legâgrabbing his attention. "thank you again for today. for everything, I just...i'm really happy that dougie called you for me. because I would've been too nervous to ask you myself."
his brows raise. "why would you have been nervous?â
shyly, you shrug. "I don't know, I just didn't want you to think I was...taking advantage of you or something."
"I wouldn't have thought thatâI don't think that." nico moves closer to you, the warm water sloshing around slightly as he comes to a stop in the seat beside you. instinctively you turn your body towards him, eyes curious and knowing all at once.
a beat passes.
"did you know when I was a kid on christmas eve I used to convince my sister that if she didn't let me have her last advent chocolate santa wouldn't come."
you grin. "you didn't."
he laughs. "I so did. and I remember feeling like such a badass about it to. then when she found out that santa wasn't real and I was simply just conning her into an extra chocolate she lost itâand I mean lost it."
"what did she do?"
"obviously she told my parents, which was expected." nico hums. "but she also smashed my game systemâlike completely destroyed it with our dads hammer."
you gasp, "no."
"yeah and I cried like a baby."
you laugh gently.
nico continues. "looking back now I definitely shouldn't of been so sneaky. and now every christmas I always buy her an advent calendar as an apology."
"that's kind of cute." you coo sweetly.
his eyes soften at the sound, watching your head tilt in admiration. "you would really like her. you two are kind of similar."
you stifle a knowing laugh. "after hearing how she smashed your gaming stuff I think I have to agreeâone year I sent taylor's favourite scarf for a trip in the fireplace."
nico snickers, "you little rebel."
"don't laugh," you smile. "she had taken my favourite babydoll I'd opened that christmas and covered the entire face in marker. so instead of going to my parents like I should have, I just threw her scarf right in the fire."
"damn," he breathes. "remind me not to steal your baby dolls."
"oh since then i've kept them all locked away, so you'll never find them." your eyes glisten with a playful shimmer, looking at nico teasingly. he mimics your lighthearted expression, a warm smile pulling on his lips.
your eyes wander to his exposed arm, catching sight of the familiar pattern of ink on his inner arm. "i've always like this one." slowly you reach out, tracing the tattoo with a wet finger.
"yeah?" he watches the way your touch moves over the artwork, your fingers leaving a wake of goosebumps on his skinâdespite the heat from the hot tub, chills run over his body.
"yeah." you nod. "does it mean anything?"
"it's my families star signs," he points to the first one, tracing the greek symbol. "they all bleed into one another, almost like it's representing a family line."
ânico thatâsâŠreally cool.â you smile gently. "when did you get it?"
he laughs gently, a blush coating his cheekbones. "long time ago."
you snicker, eyes flickering back towards his face and away from the sentimental tattoo on his string bicep. âalright old man.â
he quirks a brows at you, amused. "we're the same age."
playfully you shush him, bringing your finger towards his plump lips in a silencing motion.
quickly, nico grabs your wrist, pulling your tiny hand away from his face. his firm yet teasing grasp around your hand sends your skin into a flurry of flames, igniting under his warm palm.
his eyes flicker between your eyes and your pouty lips as if he can't decide where to lookâwhat to do.
you lean in ever so slightly, scared that if you move too suddenly you'll wake up from a dream. nico's hold on your hand changes, fingers trailing down your wrist and off your arm.
his hand finds your slick thigh under the bubbly water, and your heart feels like it's going to jump out from your ribcage with how hard and intensely its beating. as nico's thumb begins to rub along your skin, pleasantly tickling your thigh, you think you may just die.
your hand inches towards his torso under the water, your fingernails just scraping softly against his absâ
"I should get out." nico mumbles. "I haven't packed yet and I gotta leave before 9."
you swallow the disappointment you're feeling, blinking away your emotions as you pull your hand away. "yeah. sure."
he gets out of the hot tub, and you can't even watch him as he does. nico wraps himself in one of your towels before gently looking back towards you. "i'll see you inside, okay?"
you hum in acknowledgment.
and then he leaves.
you mope in the hot tub a little bit longer than expected, and by the time you finally drag yourself back inside the only person awake is your mom.
she sits on the couch silently, finishing up some last minute wrapping of what seems like a gift for brodyâsome football jersey for a team you don't recognize. "feel better honey?" she asks.
you nod once. "yeah, thanks." you start to walk further into the home, towards the stairs, but your mom stops you, calling out your name quietly.
"before you go upstairs," she sighs, "I just wanted to say i'm sorry about scott. I shouldn't have even put that idea in your head when I called you and I shouldn't have invited him and susan around the that times I did. he was not only disrespectful towards you, but he was disrespectful towards nico and your relationship."
your chest warms. "thanks mom. it's okay."
"but I already invited them for breakfast after presents tomorrowâhonestly susan is kind of a bitch and the last thing I need is for her to fuck me over to corporate because I didn't have her and her asshole son over for breakfast."
you snort, which has your mom joining in on the hughes laughter. you're truly not upset about that, and if anything the whole thing is so authentically your mom that you're almost glad she invited them.
just when you think she's done, your mom continues with a twinkle in her eyes. "I must say y/n, I've never seen you happier or more comfortable in a relationship that what i'm seeing when you're with nico. honey I don't know why it took you so long to realize there was something more between you because nico is special."
you feel tears well up in your eyes, a million unsure emotions coming to a tilt in your throat. you nod. "yeah. he is."
DAY 4
"do you really have to go?" taylor's tiny voice wobbles with emotion slightly, looking up at nico with her wide animated eyes.
he crouches down to her level, soft gaze unwavering. "unfortunately. I have to work tomorrow.â
"okayyyy." she pouts. "maybe next time you can bring your stuffies for the tea party."
"that's a great idea." he grins at the way your jives face lights up, already giddy at the thought of the next party.
your mom suddenly cooes, moving towards the front door where nico stands with his suitcase. she frowns at him, "honey thank you so much for coming, you've been wonderful."
he stands to his full height, embracing your mom as he wraps her arms around him in a familiar hug. "thank you for having me."
you watch silently, gnawing the skin around your thumb anxiously. you'd been dreading this since you were awoken at 7 by your niece for presents, and saying goodbye to nico today was weighing on you heavilyâeven with the lingering unspoken words from last nights abrupt departure.
"safe driving, nico." tammy smiles towards him kindly.
brody chimes in, "yeah man, can't have you going down. the devils need you."
your fake boyfriend laughs gently, nodding. "i'll try my best to get home in one piece." then nico's eyes flicker towards you, a soft yet sad expression pulling at his face. he takes a deep breathe, plastering on a bigger smile. "i'll see you when you're home."
you nod, your own forced smile on. "i'll see you then, nico." thereâs an unspoken meaning with the goodbyeâone that feels permanent and you hate it. with one more emotional glance in your direction nico waves goodbye to your familyâŠ.and then he leaves.
the hallow feeling that runs through your bones is almost painful, your eyes trained on the spot he was just standing. a million feelings run through you at onceâhurt, anger, confusion, warmth, guilt. it's all one big stressful ball, but yet somehow through all that you know there's real feelings for your friend there, ones that have been making your heart run ramped and your stomach flip around with butterflies for years.
"hey," scott's quiet voice interrupts your thoughts, looking over at you with flirtatious eyes. "if things with lover boy don't work out, ill be here." youâd honestly forgot him and susan were here, arriving just after taylor had tore through all her presents for breakfast.
it had you rushing to open your present from nicoâbecause of course he bought you a presentâhis jersey and a handbag youâd been wanting for years. a handbag that only taylor knew you loved, meaning that he talked to your best friend to get you the perfect christmas gift.
and yeahâŠyou really like nico hischier.
blinking out of your thoughts, you properly turn and face scott. "that will never happen."
you look around the room at your family, who have now all resumed their normal routine throughout the home. taylorâs making your brother-in-law open every new toy so she could play with them, while your mom and susan busy themselves in the kitchen, talking while the kettle boils for another round of coffee.
you catch tammy's eyes and she nodsâknowingly. you breathe a sigh of what feels like relief, and a tiny smile begins to pull at your lips. "i'll be right back." you mutter, and before you even realize what you're doing, you slip on somebodies slides, leaving out the front door.
the wind blows right though your gingerbread pyjamas, the cold biting against your skinâbut you don't care as the only thing you can think about is him. "nico!"
the sound of your voice has him pausing, rounding from the back of his vehicle where he was loading his suitcase in. nicoâs brows pull together tightly, looking and feeling rather confused as you hurriedly make your way towards himâmerely slipping out of your shoes as you hit a patch of ice.
"what are you doing?" he questions.
"don't go." you words a rushed, looking up at him with a shy confidence in your eyes.
nico sighs quietly. "I don't really have a choice."
you shake your head, eyes closing in frustration. "I know - fuck don't don't go just stay...for a second."
"what are you trying to say, y/n?"
"I like you - like really like you." finally you break, looking towards nico with nothing but vulnerability on your face. "and I think deep down I always knew that, but something about this weekend...watching you interact with my family and seeing how much they like youâit's amplified everything to 100."
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying your best at keeping your voice steady as you continue. "and I really didn't think i'd be chasing after a guy in my pyjamas this weekend, but here I am. because you're not just some guy, nico. you're the guy. and I can't let you leave without saying that because I don't think i'll ever have the courage to say it again."
nico swallows. "I can't believe you just told me that." he pauses, a small laugh bubbling past his lips. "and right when I have to leave. because now I really want to stay."
you let go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding, relief rushing over you body at his words.
he continues. "I like you so much it's not even funny."
"you do?" you question shyly.
"yes." nico takes a step towards you, now close enough to reach out and touch. "you're my favourite."
"favourite what?" you whisper.
"everything." he reaches out, gently taking ahold of your face between his cold palms. his thumbs stoke along your cheeks comfortingly, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes as his gaze moves towards your lips. "what was the rule about kissing again?"
you inhale sharply, your own eyes watching nico's lips inch closer and closer towards yours. "only if absolutely necessary."
"thought so." nico's words are mumbled between you, lips brushing against yours before he finally closes the gap, connecting your mouths in a much desired kiss.
in that moment it's hard to think about anything other than the skillful and practiced kisses nico is giving you, his hand nestled at the base of your skull as he holds you to him, but one thing you do know is that you should've done this fake boyfriend thing years ago.
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Break Like an Artist
My fic for @hermitadaymay's Solstice Social Collaborative Fanwork Event! I was paired up with the wonderful @eydilily to create something spooky, dramatic and contemplative featuring Gem and Pearl, and it's been an absolute blast putting this together. Please go check out Eydi's art for this AU, it's absolutely gorgeous. CWs: description of a corpse, dismemberment, loss of awareness, fire/flooding/destruction, and depiction of a panic attack. Wordcount: 5.8k
There is a plague sweeping Pearl's hometown.
One by one, she watches as her friends fall to the infection, the colour and life drained out of them and leaving hollow, apathetic husks behind. Even with the devastating loss of her friends, her village, and her regular life, the worst part of this situation is not the infection.
It's that Pearl knows that Gem is the one spreading it.
[Read on AO3]
Itâs a grey day in the fishing village that Pearl calls her home. Not that itâs ever not a grey day, at least not anymore. She stares out of her window at the thick encompassing fog thatâs claimed the bay, at the desaturated buildings that dot the shore, and she twirls her paintbrush in her fingers.Â
The canvas is blank, of course. She doesnât remember the last time she sat down to paint and didnât end up with a blank canvas. It must have beenâmonths ago, at least. Back when the last monster from the depths had attacked, and not a single person had had the heart to fight back. When Tangoâs house had been shattered in two, and Tango with it.
(He seems to be dealing well with the loss of his arm, at least. Or, as well as you can deal with anything, when the only things inside of you are all-consuming numbness and apathy. Pearl feels it in her chest, the yawning emptiness, and thinks that if she were to lose her arm right here and now, she also wouldnât be able to summon the energy to care.)
Sheâd painted after that, though. She remembers it vividly, waking from a nightmare and running to her studio to capture lashing tentacles and inky waters and splatters of crimson blood. Itâs a frenzied piece, a disturbing piece, and the moment sheâd finished it sheâd been filled with so much dread that sheâd turned it around to face the wall and refused to look at it since.
The dreadâs gone now. Along with the anxiety, and the uncertainty, and the fear. Itâs all gone, and Pearlâs left sitting here, paints drying on the palette as she stares at an empty canvas.
Across the house, she hears her front door swing open and closed. A familiar voice shouts, âPearl? Pearl, where are you?â
âStudio,â Pearl calls back, her voice flat. She continues to twirl the paintbrush as she waits for Gem to trek her way across the house to find her.
âStudio,â Gem echoes as she pushes open the door. âOh, Pearl, are you painting again? Oh, Iâm so happy forâoh.â The joy in her voice vanishes as she takes in Pearl, sitting on her stool, paintbrush raised and canvas empty. âOh, PearlâŠâÂ
Sympathy. Pity. Concern. Pearl can pick apart the emotions in Gemâs voice, even if she canât feel them herself. She stares back blankly, because she canât find it in herself to care about either aspect of the situation, whether it be her own inability to paint or the way that Gemâs looking at her like sheâs a wounded animal.
âCome on,â Gem says softly, crossing the room and gently prying the brush from Pearlâs fingers. Pearl lets her. Sheâs not really painting, anyway. âLetâs get you to bed, shall we? A nap will do you some good.â
Pearl lets Gem help her up, lets Gem allow Pearl to lean on her for support as they make their way back to Pearlâs bedroom. Itâs not like Pearl has any difficulty walking. Sheâs not sick, sheâs not injured, sheâs justâŠ
Cold. Empty. Not quite lifeless, not in the way Mumbo had been when sheâd last seen him, skin and eyes and hair all the same shade of grey-white-nothingness as heâd stared into the distance, completely unresponsive. Listless, maybe, is the better word. Sheâs halfway to a fate worse than death and she cannot find it in her to care at all.
She feels colder where Gem touches her. She looks down, and sheâs not sure if itâs her eyes playing tricks on her, or if her skin is more desaturated where it brushes against Gemâs. She lets Gem help her into bed, lets Gem fluff the pillows and fuss around her, lets Gem sit next to her as she hands Pearl a bowl of soup (âYour favourite!â) and watches her to make sure she eats.
If Pearl were more herself, she would care about what Gemâs doing to her. Care enough to stop it, maybe. Care enough toâno, not to confront her. Every time sheâd tried, the words had gotten stuck in her throat. Because sheâs known for a long time whoâs been behind all of this, behind the corruption leeching all colour from their village, their home, their friendsâ
And sheâd never said anything. Too worried about Gemâs feelings. Too worried about their friendship.
âŠPearl realises, as Gem goes to take the empty bowl and brushes her hands against Pearlâs, that sheâs not worried anymore.
She waits quietly as Gem washes the bowl in her kitchen, chattering to fill the silence as she does, updating Pearl on their friendsâ conditions. Her tone is bright and optimistic, even as her words are dour. Scar seems to be doing the same. Grianâs getting worse. Joelâs down to communicating only in broken phrasesâbut he should be fine. It definitely wonât be like Mumbo, or Cub, orâŠ
Gem returns to Pearlâs room, regarding her for a long moment before bending down to give her a hug. âGet better soon, okay?â she says into Pearlâs ear. âItâs not the same doing my rounds without you.â
Pearl knows that sheâs not getting better. So does Gem, so Pearl doesnât bother pointing it out. She just nods, lets Gem withdraw, lets Gem run one last hand through her hair.
âYou should rest, Pearl,â Gem says, stepping away from Pearlâs bedside. âIâm going to go check on Impy nowââ
Pearlâs moving before sheâs even properly registered it, grabbing onto Gemâs wrist with force, holding her in place. Gem freezes. Pearl looks up at her through strands of greasy, greying hair.
âGem,â she says, and itâs the first thing sheâs said in days, and her voice is hoarse and her throat sore from the strain.
â...Pearl?â Gem replies, and she sounds almost scared.
âGem,â Pearl repeats, getting used to the sound of her own voice in her mouth again. âI know.â
Gem laughs. Itâs a nervous, tittering sound, the laugh Pearl remembers from when theyâd gotten into trouble together as kids. âKnow what?â she asks, voice strained.Â
âThat itâs you,â Pearl says flatly.Â
Gem stares at her.
Pearl stares back.
Gem swallows. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â she says. âPearlââ
âI know youâre the one doing this to us,â Pearl says, more specific this time, choosing her words carefully, and Gemâ
Gem tries to pull away.
Pearl tightens her grip.Â
âPearl,â Gem whines, eyes wide, tugging. âLet me goââ
âWhy?â Pearl croaks, and Gem snaps her mouth shut.
---
Pearlâs in the midst of mixing a particularly tricky shade of green when thereâs a loud, frantic knock on her front door. She sighs, setting down her brush to rest, and gets to her feet. âIâm coming, Iâm coming, hold on!â she calls as the knocks continue, echoing through the house.
She pulls the door open and Tangoâs there, a nervous ball of energy, just about ready to bolt. âPearl!â he calls. âPearl, come on, we gotta goââÂ
He grabs her by the arm and drags her off. Pearl just barely manages to close her front door behind her.
âWhaâ? Where are we going? Whatâs going on?â
âSomething washed up on shore,â Tango explains. âThe whole townâs there, câmon.â
Accepting that sheâs not going to get an explanation out of him, and now deeply curious about this something, she lets Tango lead her down to the shore by the lighthouse. Sure enough, the whole town is there, a chattering crowd gathered around a spot on the shore that Pearl canât quite see. Impulse is standing on the edge of the crowd and catches sight of them, raising his arm in a wave. Tango makes a beeline towards him, ducking under the crowd, and Pearl follows behind, apologising to False and Keralis as she bumps into them.
âDid you decide what to do with it yet?â Tango asks as he comes to a halt and finally lets Pearl go.
Impulse shakes his head. âWeâve decided itâs Gemâs call,â he says. âAfter all, sheâs theââ
He doesnât finish his sentence as the crowd suddenly goes silent and parts for Gem, her hair wild and eyes wide behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Sheâs got her lab coat pulled on over her day clothes, clearly not prepared for this in the slightest. She reaches the front of the crowd and stops dead still, staring at the thing that has washed up on the shore.
Pearl follows her friendâs gaze, and sees it for the first time.
Itâs a body. Of course it is. A corpse, taken by the sea and ravaged by the waves and washed ashore by the brutal bay currents. The bodyâs clothes are torn and sodden, the skin beneath so pale that it could practically be paper. Pearl is stricken, for a moment, with the mental image of her taking a brush to this canvas, filling it back in with colour, painting contours back into its skin, breathing life back into the body.
She shakes her head violently, banishing the thought. Where did that come from? This isnât a canvas, itâsâ
Itâs a person. A person who was alive, and is now dead, washed up on the beach like a dead whale and just as much of a spectacle. His eyes are open but rolled back, only the whites showing, and his hair is white too, just as pale as his skin. It stands as sharp contrast against the dark fabric of his torn clothes, a mask wrapped around the bottom half of his face.
Pearl swallows hard and averts her gaze back to Gem, who looks just as disturbed by the body as Pearl feels. It takes Gem longer to pull her eyes away, to glance around the crowd. âIâllâIâll take it back to my lab,â she says. âInvestigate, andâand give him a proper burial.â
The words reassure the crowd, a low chatter beginning up again.Â
âSkizz, will you help me carry him?â Gem calls.
Skizz does, stepping forward from the crowd and helping Gem maneuver the bloated corpse. Pearl finds herself looking at it again, noticing dark striations in the skin, caught in glimpses between the tears in the clothing as itâs moved.Â
She shakes her head again, forces herself to look away as the body is carried out and the crowd disperses. The image of the body lingers in her mind. Something settles uncomfortably in her stomach, and she wishes that sheâd never opened the door.
---
Things go back to normal after that. Or, well, as normal as they get in the village, at least. False monitors the currents and warns of any incoming floods or monster attacks. Impulse and Tango work maintenance on the fishing boats that Grian and Skizz and Keralis take out into the bay. Mumbo runs the fish market. Cub and Scar come and go along the trading routes. Joel maintains security, or at least the illusion of it.
Gem hides away in her lab running experiments she never explains, and Pearl paints.
She tries to return to her usual fare, brightly-coloured landscapes with fantastical features, but something about her paintings rings hollow when she looks at them. She decides she needs a change, to switch things up and just relax, so she pulls out her paints and a blank canvas and begins with no intentions. Her movements are fluid and free and thoughtless and she falls into a flow state that lasts hours, until she blinks her eyes and awakes to find a portrait before her, a colourless face in full saturation.
The corpseâs visage, so alive she canât believe itâs not breathing, stares back at her from her easel, and Pearl flinches like sheâs been burned.
She hides that painting away, face turned towards the wall, and returns to painting landscapes. They come easier now, and for a time Pearl feels normal, as long as she ignores the canvas in the corner.
Itâs Impulse who notices that thereâs something wrong first. Itâs not surprising that heâd be the first to pick up on it, really. Skizz is his best friend, after all. Of course heâd notice when Skizz stopped laughing, stopped joking, stopped drumming out tunes with his fingers on the side of his boat. And when Pearl sees him, she notices changes tooâhis skin paler, like heâs spent several weeks locked inside a basement instead of out in the summer sun, his eyes no longer their regular bright blue.
âHey, Skizzly,â she greets brightly, trying to play at normal, throwing him a bone to grab onto.
Skizz just glances at her before responding with a flat, âOh, hey Pearl.â
Pearlâs smile falters. âHow are you feeling? Impulse told me youâre a little under the weather.â
Skizz shrugs. âFine, I guess. Did you need something?â
Pearl swallows, something cold sinking in her guts. âNo, no, just checking in on you.â
âGem already checked on me,â Skizz says. âShe said Iâm not sick.â
âGemâs not that type of doctor,â Pearl reminds him with a weak smile.
Skizz shrugs again. âSheâs the only doctor weâve got.â
Pearl tries her best not to let that unsettle her.
---
Itâs not just Skizz.
It starts with him, but it doesnât end there. Keralis is next, and then Grian. Mumbo gets sickest the quickest, going from his anxious, affable self to a nearly-unresponsive husk within a week. That scares them all, because even Skizz is still responding when spoken to, still moving when instructed to, even after nearly a month of being infected with⊠whatever it is thatâs going around.
False gets sick without anyone noticing, sequestered away in her lighthouse until she comes into town for groceries looking like a photograph thatâs been left in the sun for too long, and thatâs when people really start to panic.
And thatâs when Gem declares, with all the authority that being a doctor of anthropology afforded her in a tiny town with no real doctor, that sheâs putting everyone into quarantine until they can determine the source of the illness.Â
âIâm not sick,â Pearl tells Gem when her friend knocks on her door, dressed in full lab gear, her hair out of its usual ponytail and falling forward around her face. Sheâs pretty sure she isnât, at least, having hyper-analysed the shade of blue in her eyes in the mirror every morning for the past month.Â
âI know,â Gem says. âI want toâI need toâcan I come in?â
âYeah,â Pearl says, stepping aside. âOf course.â
Gem enters, heading down the stairs into Pearlâs living space and staring at the paintings on the wall. Pearl watches her for a moment before stepping closer, resting a reassuring hand on her friendâs shoulder.
âWhatâs eating you?â she asks.
Gem snorts out a laugh at that. âIâm not a real doctor, Pearl,â she says.
âI know that.â
âThey all need me to be a real doctor for them. Iââ She breaks off, runs an anxious hand through her hair. âI donât know what Iâm doing. I need help.â
Pearl raises her eyebrows. âI donât know how I can help,â she says. âIâm even less of a doctor than you are.â
âI know,â Gem says. âBut youâre my friend, and I trust you, and I needâplease?â
She stares at Pearl, bright green eyes magnified through thick glasses lenses. Pearl has never been able to say no to those eyes.
âOkay,â she agrees, letting out an uncertain breath. âOkay. What do you need me to do, Dr. Tay?â
Gem laughs again, high-pitched and anxious, and Pearl feels hot and cold all at once.
---
They do house calls. Once a day, Gem and Pearl, and sometimes Impulse, will make a round of the village, checking in on everyone. Gem brings some of her lab equipment and a notebook, where she scribbles down all the readings she takes from her instruments and any observations she makes. After the first week or so, Pearl also takes to bringing a sketchbook and a small travel painting kit, attempting to record the desaturation rate in her friendsâ colours.Â
It doesnât matter which way they look at itâthe situation is bad, and rapidly getting worse. Most of the town is infected now, and Skizz is approaching Mumboâs level of deterioration. Cub fell ill two weeks ago, and Tangoâ
Well, heâs not quite grey yet, but he looks washed out where he sits at his table, especially next to Gem, all bright copper and ocean blue and forest green. His voice is flat, all of the emotion in it gone, and while he responds in full sentences to Gemâs questions as Pearl attempts to capture the moulded-straw colour of his hair, none of his words sound like him.Â
Gem wraps up her check-in, and Pearl follows her out, paints packed away in her bag and sketchbook held carefully so as not to smudge the paint. Impulse is waiting for them outside, staring out into the bay, where a low-lying fog has been hanging for days.Â
He glances over at them, voice shaking as he asks, âHow is he?â
Gem hesitates. âAbout the same?â she offers.Â
Pearl shakes her head. âWorse,â she says, offering her sketchbook to Impulse, pointing out the differences in values between the colours sheâd sampled from Tango two days ago to the ones sheâd taken today.Â
Impulseâs hands are trembling as he hands the sketchbook back to her. âWhat do we do?â he asks. âThey just keep getting worseâGem, what do we do?â
Gemâs eyes are fixed somewhere out at sea. Her expression is so scarily blank that Pearl would worry she was infected if not for how bright and vibrant she looks against the backdrop of the village. (Are the houses getting greyer? Surely notâsurely itâs just the fog, and the fact that the sky has been overcast for a fortnight nowâsurelyâ)
âWe look after them best we can,â Gem says. âIâm tryingâevery night Iâm working on a cure.â
âAnd do you think itâll work?â Impulse pushes.
âI have to,â Gem replies. âIt has to.âÂ
Pearl swallows, and does not voice what all three of them are thinking: what if it doesnât?
---
Impulse turns up one morning a shade dimmer than he had been the day before. Pearl notices immediately, her stomach lurching at the sight of him. He offers her a smile thatâs smaller than his usual ones, a greeting thatâs a little flatter than it would usually be. Pearlâs not sure if Gem even notices.
But Pearl notices, and her eyes sting, and she throws herself at him in a way that catches all three of them off-guard.
âUh, Pearl?â Impulse says, stiff and uncomfortable beneath her. âYou okay?â
âIâm sorry,â Pearl mumbles against his ear.
âPearl?â Thereâs a peak of distress in his voice but itâs not enough. Gem hears it, too.
âOh no,â she breathes.
âOkay, guys, seriously,â Impulse says, pushing Pearl away. âWhatâs going on?â
They just stare at him.
Realisation dawns across Impulseâs face. âNo.âÂ
âMaybeâŠâ Gem sucks in a breath. She reaches out to take his hand and squeezes it. âMaybe you should go home, Impy. Get some rest.â
âIâm fine,â Impulse protests. âIâmâŠâ His protest crumbles under their gazes. He slumps, and Pearl knows that he would normally never crumble like that. Heâd protest and fight back and keep working until he passed out on the docks and had to be carried back to bed.
âCâmon,â she says softly. âIâll help you home.â
Impulse doesnât protest that either. He knows, as well as the two of them do, how this ends. He knows that thereâs no fighting this.
Pearl, very valiantly, does not cry about it.
---
With everyone except the two of them infected, Pearl manages to convince Gem to split the rounds, with her taking half of the houses, and Gem taking the other half, swapping halves every couple of days. Gem is reluctant, but she has no good argument against Pearlâs that this is more practical, and so she agrees.
And thatâs when Pearl notices.
She thinks sheâs imagining it at first, but the colour swatches in her sketchbook back up her suspicions, damning evidence she canât ignore.
When she visits her rounds, she finds that the people sheâs visiting appear to have stabilised, at least for a couple days, no greyer today than they were when she saw them the day before. And then she swaps with Gem, and notices that Gemâs half of the rotation are far paler, far less responsive, than they had been the last time Pearl had seen them. They stabilise for a couple days, and then they switch, and Pearlâs original rotation have deteriorated massively in the several days since.Â
Thereâs really only one conclusion she can draw from that, and she doesnât want to draw it. She doesnât want to believe that the one responsible for this isâ
The fog is a permanent fixture of the village now, blanketing the bay in a thick blanket of quiet. Pearl finds it hard to sleep, even the familiar sound of waves muffled by the mist. Kept awake into the early hours of the morning, she finds herself in the studio, a brush in hand, letting the paint take her where it will.
And where it takes her is familiar: the village, desaturated and coated in fog, dark looming shapes in the mist beyond, rising out of the ocean. And there, in the midst of the painting, a bright spot in all the gloom, is Gem, so vibrant she practically lifts off the page.
Pearl stares at it for a long, long time, and then places it face against the wall and tries her best to forget about it.
---
In all the dread, theyâd forgotten something important.
The sea isnât safe. It never has been. Growing up in the bay you learn how to weather the storms, to predict the tides, to flee from floods. You learn how to build barriers, and you learn how to rebuild once the ocean drags them down.Â
Pearl knows that her village can handle the sea: sheâs seen them do it time and time again over the years. Together, they move as a well-oiled machine, responding to threats from the depths with weathered ease. Thatâs why she doesnât expect it, she thinks.Â
Thereâs never been a monster attack that False didnât warn them about.
But False isnât capable of doing much of anything at the moment.
And so when the tentacles rise from the waves, there isnât a warning.
Just a deafening krk-crash that wakes Pearl from a dead sleep with a bolt of adrenaline thatâs nearly nauseating. She scrambles from her blankets, still in her pajamas, and rushes up the stairs to throw on her boots. Itâs edging towards winter now, the weather much milder than the summer months, and though itâs not cold by any stretch of the imagination the chill of the air still makes her shiver. She grits her teeth, racing from her front door to the village proper, and thereâ
Thereâs a sea monster, dark purple tentacles reaching out to the shore, destroying everything in its wake. The fish market is half gone, and itâs awful, but itâs a relief, in a way, because nobody lives there.
âGem!â Pearl screams into the night.
âPearl!â she hears echo back, followed by distant footsteps, growing ever-closer.Â
Gemâs face is flushed, her hair wild, her eyes wide. Sheâs also in her pyjamas, her lab coat thatâs been ever-present for months now gone, and Pearl finds her eyes drawn to dark striations in her skin. They look likeâ
âPearl,â Gem says again. âWe need to get everyone out, away from the shore, up to the research centreââ
Pearl nods. âGot it,â she says. She points towards the docks and says, âIâll head over there.â
Gem nods. âBe safe,â she says, and then sheâs off again, pelting in the direction of the lighthouse.
Pearl doesnât bother knocking as she throws Impulseâs door open. Heâs still lucid enough that heâs been startled awake by the noise, though it hasnât driven him to do much more than put his shoes on and stare out of the window at the dark shapes rearing up out of the fog.
âImpulse!â Pearl cries.
âPearl?â Impulse says, glancing at her with dull eyes.
âWe need to get people out,â she says.
Thereâs an extended pause, then, âOkay.â
âCan you get Skizz?â she asks. âTango, too, maybe? I need to go to the beach, help everyone down there.â
Another extended pause, then a nod. âI can do that,â Impulse says. He moves too slowly, not driven by the same panic flooding Pearlâs veins, but itâs good enough. It has to be. Pearl doesnât have time to consider the alternative.
She goes racing off for the beach. She throws open Keralisâ door first, relieved that he is, at least, wearing underwear when she drags him from his bed and into the night. She leaves him there while she grabs Grian from his hut, and then takes them both by the wrists, pulling them along behind her while she races for the cliffside.
It feels like hours that she races back and forth, grabbing her friends from their homes and dragging them in various states of comprehension to the safety of the cliff before running back into the danger zone. Grianâs hut is gone, and so is a large portion of the road. The tentacles have taken a chunk out of the farms further up the coast. Gemâs been taking the people she rescues a different route up to the research facility, the path that Pearlâs taking cut off to her by debris.
Once sheâs got everyone on her side of town, she collapses panting on the grass, her lungs aching with the strain. Thereâs a fire somewhere down on the shore, someoneâs lantern knocked astray by swinging tentacles. Her eyes burn just from looking at it.
A voice says, âI got him.â
Pearl looks up.
Itâs Impulse, manhandling a colourless, greyscale Skizz.
Pearl goes cold.
âWhereâs Tango?â she asks.
Impulse blinks. Slowly. Too slowly.
âOh,â he says. âIâll go get him.â
Pearl shakes her head, rocketed up to her feet by panic once again. âNo, Iâll go,â she gasps. âYou stay here.â
And then sheâs off running again, beelining for Tangoâs house, praying to any higher power that will listen that sheâs not too late. Her lungs ache. Her legs burn. She canât quite catch her breath. Sheâs shaking.
And then sheâs knocking down Tangoâs door, grabbing him from his bed against the far wall, dragging him awayâ
The roof coming down sounds like thunder, like the sky split open and gutted for parts. Pearl goes down hard, stars bursting behind her eyes, her breath coming out empty and then as a whine. She blinks, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark, for her ears to stop ringing, and thatâs when she hears it.
Itâsânot a scream. More of a whimper, or a wail, stretched out and awful and pained and punctuated by short, desperate gasps. It goes straight to her stomach, straight to making her sick, and she doesnât want to look. Doesnât want to move.
But, god, she has to, doesnât she?
She wiggles her fingers, her toes, and lets out a deep groan as she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. The world has narrowed in on itself, the open air of Tangoâs house reduced to a crawlspace, and she shuffles down it, rubble and debris tearing her skin open and leaving bloody red marks on desaturated wood. It is a far cry from the blood she finds, practically brown with how much colour has been leeched from it.Â
âOh, my god,â she chokes. âTangoâŠâ
Tango just moans in response. She canât tell if heâs pale from blood loss or pale from the infection, but either way it has the effect of making him look half dead. Heâs half buried beneath the rubble, body jerking with what she can only assume is pain, barely felt beneath the weight of numb apathy.
âI gotta get you out of here.â The words taste acrid against her tongue. Or maybe thatâs the smoke. She canât tell. âIâve got you.â She grabs Tango by his good arm and grimaces. âItâs gonna be okay.â
Itâs not a reassurance for him. Not really. Pearlâs familiar enough with his condition by now to know that he canât really care about being okay at this point.
Itâs more for her as she does her best to get leverage in the small space and pulls.Â
When Tango screams, she knows itâs completely involuntary, an animal howl of agony that stops her short. Pearl gasps, tears on her cheeks, head spinning. âPlease, no,â she begs, and she doesnât know if sheâs talking to him or the higher power thatâs been ignoring her for weeks. âNo, no, I gottaâIââ
âPearl?â
âGem!â Pearl cries. âGem, please, I needâitâs Tangoâheâsââ
âIâve got you,â says Gemâs voice, familiar and close as footsteps pound across rubble. Thereâs a series of grunts and clunks as rubble shifts, and then thereâs light pouring into the crawlspace, which is no longer so much of a crawlspace. Gem stares at the two of them, Pearl in tears on her knees and Tango half buried and lying in his own dull blood.Â
âOkay,â she gasps out, and she sounds terrified. âOkay,â she repeats, steadier this time.Â
Pearl wants to be relieved, but sheâs just on the other side of hysterical. Gemâs holding an axe, which she must have used to clear the rubble, and she steps forward with it held between white knuckles.
âHold him still,â she tells Pearl.
Pearl swallows. âGem?â she whispers.
âPlease.â
Gem glances down at Pearl, and god, she never has been able to say no to that, has she?
She shuffles forward, puts her weight against Tango, holds him still. Squeezes her eyes shut.
It doesnât make it any better.
It doesnât stop her from hearing the sick crunch of the axe cutting through bone or the blood-curdling scream Tango lets out.
It doesnât stop her from feeling the sudden lack of resistance as she pulls Tangoâs bleeding body away from the rubble, leaving his arm behind.
---
Pearl manages to hold it together until theyâre able to get Tango safe and stable. Once the wound has been cauterised and disinfected and bandaged, and heâs left sitting with a mostly-unresponsive Skizz and an Impulse whoâs just aware enough to be awkward about how little he feels for his friend, she walks away from the townâs refugees on the hillside until she can no longer hear them, and they can no longer hear her. She stands for a moment, surveying the damage below, the sun rising over the sea and the flooded streets and destroyed buildings, and she sucks in a breath that knocks her to her knees.
The panic attack comes in quick half-breaths and waterlogged wails, her hands gripping at her hair and pulling it hard enough to hurt. The world blurs around her as she chokes on saltwater and bile, her ears ringing with screams and funeral bells. When the hands settle on her shoulders she barely feels themâonly feels them when they rise to her wrists and untangle her fingers from her hair.
ââearl? Pearl. Look at me. Come on, I know you can do it.â
âGe-em,â Pearl chokes out. âI canâtâIââ
âIâve got you,â Gem soothes. She takes Pearlâs hands in hers, squeezes them tight, real and grounding. âSee, come on, thatâs it. Breathe with me.â
Pearl blinks tears from her eyes as she tries to time her breathing to Gemâs. Sheâs not very good at it, her heart too quick and Gemâs too slow, but it helps, dragging her down from the high of panic.Â
âThatâs it,â Gem breathes. She lets go of Pearlâs hand, reaching up to push the hair out of Pearlâs face, cupping her cheeks in her palms. âSee? Nice and calm. Everythingâs fine, see?â
âYeah,â Pearl agrees, and the words feel hollow. Her panic feels hollow, somewhere above her body, her soul sunken to somewhere below her knees. She sucks in a breath, lets Gem wipe tears from her eyes with her thumbs.
Gem is so bright. A searchlight in a storm, a ray of rising sun through the dark. The world seems to grey around her.Â
Pearl reaches out, splaying her hand against Gemâs cheek, a clumsy echo of Gemâs own reassuring, grounding touch. Gem is still so bright, vivid enough that Pearl doesnât think any paint could capture it.Â
And Pearl, held in comparison, is grey and dull. A shade, drained of life.
She swallows. Lets out a shaking breath. Looks up into Gemâs green eyes, sees the fear and regret in them, and can barely summon her own panic or hurt in return.
âOh,â she says, and the word falls like a stone, plunging into the depths.
---
Pearl lets out a breath. âIt was the body, wasnât it?â she asks, loosening her grip. âThe one that washed up. It did something to you.â
Gem swallows. She pulls away, holding onto her own wrist where Pearl had dropped it, clutching it to her chest. âIâm so hungry, Pearl,â she whispers. âI fade so fast now. I need⊠I needâŠâ
âYouâre going to kill us.â Gem flinches at the words. âYou know that, donât you, Gem? Youâre going to kill us. You are killing us.â
âI just need your colours,â Gem replies, a whine in her voice. âI justâŠâ
âWhat happens when weâre gone, Gem? What happens when youâve taken all the colours? What happens then?â
Gem stares at her. There are tears in her eyes. They donât quite fall, but Pearl can feel them drip into her hollow heart. Thereâs an ocean between them now and Pearl doesnât have the wits to cross it. She doesnât care enough to cross it, and she doesnât feel enough to care about that.Â
âI have to go and check on Impy,â Gem repeats, her voice thick. âIâll see you later, Pearl.â
âYou wonât,â Pearl calls after her as Gem hurries for the door.
Gem doesnât reply, just slamming the door shut in response.
Pearl sits in bed for a long time, staring at the wall with hazy vision. Her thoughts are muffled under the thick fog that chokes the village, and so when she finally stands, sheâs not entirely sure why. She lets her body carry her back to her studio, picks up a canvas from against the wall, and places it on her easel. She sits down in front of it and stares.
Gemâs face stares back at her, the only alive thing in a dead and colourless world.
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paige bueckers x medic reader blurb
idk why this has been on my mind but here's something to feed you guys while i recover from whatever the fuck last semester was
hereâs the thing about paige bueckers: sheâs annoying.
not in the throw-your-clipboard, tear-your-hair-out kind of way, but in the sheâs-too-charming-for-her-own-good kind of way. the kind that makes your pulse skitter and your cheeks burn, andâworst of allâshe knows it.
youâre certain she figured it out the first time she winked at you during pre-season. sheâd just finished a shooting drill, her braid swinging like a metronome as she jogged over to your side of the court, flashing that grinâthe one thatâs equal parts mischief and sunshine.
âthink iâm pushing it too hard, doc?â she asked, her hand brushing yours when you handed her a water bottle. your stuttered response? a dead giveaway.
and now, itâs practically her sport. teasing you, that is. not basketball though sheâs otherworldly at that too. but here she is, six months post-acl surgery, stuck in the monotony of rehab, and somehow still making you feel like the one whoâs sweating under bright gym lights.
âyouâre not gonna leave me hanging, are you?â her voice cuts through your focus as you jot down notes on her progress for the day. when you glance up, sheâs watching you from the training table, her injured leg stretched out in front of her, an ice pack wrapped snug around her knee. her head tilts, blonde strands falling loose from her messy bun, and there it isâthat look.
âi donât even know what you mean by that,â you mutter, knowing full well sheâs waiting for you to take the bait.
she leans back on her elbows, her lips curving into a slow smile. âiâm just saying, if you donât stay close, how am i supposed to recover? pretty sure moral support is in your job description.â
you roll your eyes, even as your heart hammers against your ribs. âpretty sure my job description is making sure you donât blow out your knee again, bueckers.â
âso you do care about me.â her voice lilts, sing-song and undeniably smug, and god, youâre starting to regret all the years you spent chasing a degree instead of learning how to mask a blush.
you try not to sigh too loudly, scribbling something on the clipboard even though itâs just a nervous scribble now. sheâs watching you like she knowsâbecause, of course, she does. she always knows. itâs like she has a sixth sense for your embarrassment, and worse, sheâs figured out exactly how to weaponize it.
âi care about all my patients,â you say, finally looking up from your notes to meet her gaze. itâs meant to come off clinical, professional, but the way her eyes sparkle makes you feel like youâve said something embarrassingly sweet instead.
âbut do you care about me more?â she asks, tilting her head, her voice dripping with fake innocence.
you deadpan her. âpaige.â
âwhat?â she grins wider now, the kind of grin that should probably come with a warning label. âiâm just trying to gauge my ranking on the medic hierarchy. am i at least in the top five?â
âyouâre lucky you even have a ranking,â you mutter, setting the clipboard down and moving closer to check her ice pack. youâre tryingâreally tryingânot to make a big deal about how close you are to her now. but then her hand shifts, casually brushing against yours as she adjusts the pack herself.
and just like that, your resolve? gone.
âaww, come on,â she says softly, her voice lower now, almost teasingly gentle. âyou can admit it. iâm your favorite.â
your lips press into a thin line as you busy yourself with checking the straps on the ice pack. âyouâre impossible.â
âyouâre adorable when youâre flustered,â she counters, and itâs so smooth, so shameless, that you actually pause mid-motion.
you glance at her, half tempted to say something snarky, but sheâs already watching you with this expression thatâs somehow both playful and too much. like sheâs trying to figure you out and enjoy herself at the same time. itâs unfair, really.
âis this what you spend your time thinking about?â you ask, attempting to sound exasperated. âways to embarrass me?â
ânot just ways to embarrass you,â she says, and the mock sincerity in her tone is criminal. âalso ways to make you smile. you should smile more, you know.â
you bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to give her the satisfaction, even thoughâdamn itâyouâre already fighting the urge to crack a grin. she sees it, of course. she always sees it.
âyouâre insufferable,â you mumble, stepping back to grab another piece of equipment you need for her session.
âbut you like me anyway,â she calls after you, her voice sing-song.
you donât respond this time, opting instead to take an extra moment to gather your thoughts while pretending to look for something in the cabinet. when you turn back around, sheâs already back to lounging on the training table, her arms folded behind her head like sheâs posing for a magazine spread.
âokay, letâs get serious,â you say, trying to steer the conversation back to anything resembling professionalism. âhowâs the pain today? any stiffness?â
she shrugs, but thereâs a flicker of something more serious in her expression. âa little. nothing crazy.â
âyou need to let me know if it gets worse,â you remind her, stepping closer to start her mobility exercises. âoverdoing it isnât going to help your recovery.â
âyes, maâam,â she says, her tone light, but you catch the way her eyes soften when she watches you. itâs different from her usual teasingâquieter, more thoughtfulâand for a moment, youâre not sure what to do with it.
you busy yourself with guiding her through the exercises, focusing on the mechanics, the angles, the movements. but itâs hard to ignore the way she keeps glancing at you, her smile smaller now but no less present.
âyouâre good at this,â she says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
you blink, looking up at her. âat what?â
âthis,â she gestures vaguely, her hand moving to encompass the room, the exercises, you. âtaking care of people. making them feel like theyâre gonna be okay, even when theyâre not sure they will be.â
her words catch you off guard, and for a second, you donât know how to respond. itâs so⊠earnest. too earnest for someone whoâs usually throwing out flirty one-liners and over-the-top winks.
âthatâs⊠my job,â you manage to say, your voice quieter now.
she shakes her head, her gaze never leaving yours. ânah. itâs more than that. youâre more than that.â
and just like that, the air feels heavier, charged with something you canât quite name. she doesnât say anything else, just watches you with those impossibly blue eyes, like sheâs waiting for you to say something back.
but all you can do is focus on the way your heart is racing, the way her words linger, soft and unshakable, in the space between you.
it was hard to forget the day it happened. the sound of itâa sickening pop that cut through the air like a gunshotâstill haunted you sometimes, echoing in your mind when the gym got too quiet. youâd been courtside, clipboard in hand, watching as paige went down. she didnât get up right away. that was how you knew it was bad.
paige bueckers wasnât the type to stay down. she played like she was invincible, like nothing could touch her. but that day, she just lay there, clutching her knee, her face twisted in pain. it wasnât just the physical agony that got to her, though; it was something deeper. you could see it in her eyes when she finally looked at you as you rushed to her sideâthis raw, unfiltered fear. like sheâd just watched her whole world shatter in an instant.
âis it bad?â sheâd asked, her voice barely above a whisper as you carefully assessed her knee. there was a tremble in it that you werenât used to hearing, and it made your chest ache in a way you hadnât expected.
âweâre gonna take care of you,â youâd said, dodging the question because you couldnât bring yourself to tell her the truth. not yet.
sheâd nodded, but her jaw was clenched, her hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the bench where youâd helped her sit. and when the scans came back, confirming what youâd already suspected, the devastation in her face nearly broke you.
the weeks that followed were some of the hardest youâd ever seen her endure. paige wasnât herselfânot the confident, fiery leader everyone knew and loved. she was quieter, angrier, and you could tell she was struggling to keep it all together. rehab was slow and painful, and there were days when sheâd show up to the training room with this blank look in her eyes, like she wasnât sure sheâd ever be the same again.
but then, there were the moments when you caught a glimpse of the paige you knew. the one who refused to stay down for long. like the time sheâd walked in with her crutches slung over one shoulder, grinning like sheâd just won a championship. âfigured i should start carrying these instead of letting them carry me,â sheâd joked, and for the first time in weeks, youâd seen a flicker of that unshakable determination in her.
those moments grew more frequent as time went on. she threw herself into her recovery with a single-minded focus that was equal parts inspiring and infuriating. there were times you had to physically stop her from pushing herself too hard, reminding her that she wasnât invincible. but sheâd just roll her eyes and flash you that grin, saying something like, âgotta keep you on your toes, doc.â
and now, watching her sit on the training table, her ice pack wrapped around her knee and her confidence radiating from every pore, it was hard to reconcile this version of her with the one youâd seen at her lowest. the injury hadnât just changed her; it had shaped her, strengthened her in ways that even she probably didnât fully understand.
âwhat are you thinking about?â she asks suddenly, breaking through your thoughts. her voice is lighter now, teasing as always, but thereâs a softness in her gaze that catches you off guard.
you hesitate for a moment before shrugging, a small smile tugging at your lips. âjust thinking about how far youâve come.â
she raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âyeah? and whatâs the verdict?â
âthe verdict,â you say, setting your clipboard down and meeting her gaze, âis that youâre still a pain in the ass.â
her laugh is loud and genuine, echoing through the room in a way that makes your chest feel a little lighter. âyou love it, though,â she says, grinning like she knows a secret.
and maybe she does. because no matter how many times she teases you, or how much she flusters you, you canât help but admire her resilienceâthe way she got back up when the world tried to keep her down.
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the bolter | m.p./i.e.
mapi leĂłn x ingrid engen x putellas!reader | 0.8k | âI know youâre supposed to keep a close eye on me, but this is a little extreme,â
ËË°âą*â this is part of the pollito universe. pollito is nine in this fic!
ââĄââââàš holiday season blurb event à§âââââĄâ
âMarĂa,â Alexia exhaled slowly, âWhat do you mean you lost Pollito?â If Alexia wasnât just down the other end of the phone, Mapi wouldâve already started running. She wasnât even facing your Mami in person and she felt like she had to run away from Alexiaâs wrath.Â
You liked to run and hide away from Mapi, you thought it was funny when youâd watch from afar, seeing her all frantic. Even better when your mami got involved, youâd end up teasing Mapi for getting in trouble. Safe to say you were never going to change, you took too much joy in it all.Â
âDid I say lost?â Mapi spoke out slowly, trying to think of a way to diffuse whatever this was turning into while she was frantically still trying to find you, âWell yes, I meant Pollito lost the..the game we were playing,â A small curse flew was muttered under her breath and Alexia definitely wasnât about to believe anything she was saying.Â
âAlright,â Your Mami sounded too calm, âPut Pollito on the phone, por favor,â Mapiâs eyes grew wide and she stumbled over saying a goodbye and how you were having too much fun to talk. Even at nine years old, you still liked talking to your mami whenever you could and would run to whoever was looking after you at the time if you heard your mamiâs voice.
Mapi hung the phone up but not before hearing Alexia mutter a âIâm never leaving Pollito with you again,â Which was always an empty threat, considering the next time your mami left you with Mapi wasnât long after that. Mostly since you begged your mami to let you have a sleepover with Bagheera and you knew how to wear your mami down so sheâd agree to almost anything.
âYou better not lose Pollito again,â Alexia raised her eyebrow, there wasnât a hint of a smile on her face when she was talking with Mapi before giving you over. Mapi and Ingrid had come to pick you up, planning to take you out for the day as well. Youâd overheard your mamiâs conversation with Mapi and knew Ingrid was the only reason sheâd agreed so soon after the last incident.Â
You saw the way your mami was looking at Mapi and very smugly copied her, you liked Mapi being in trouble with your mami. Your mami can be scary, so as long as it wasnât at you, you loved seeing it, âOh trust me, Iâll keep a very close eye on her,â Your smug expression turned into a glare when you noticed the mischievous glint in Mapiâs eyes when she turned to look at you.
âI wish I could,â Your mami muttered mostly under her breath before shaking her head at the two of you and disappearing back into the house, still needing to look after your younger brother and your new baby sister. Officially letting Ingrid be the one to deal with the two of you for now.
Your glare towards Mapi left for about a millisecond before it came back once she tried, and unfortunately was successful, in wrangling you into one of those backpack leashes. Those ones for children, which you were but you were definitely too old for it considering how it was sitting on you. Your deadpan stare was almost identical to your mami, and almost chilling enough for Mapi to briefly forget that you were the child and that she got to make the decisions, not you. She almost let you out of it immediately.
âI know youâre supposed to keep a close eye on me, but this is a little extreme,â You wriggled around trying to get it off of you, all your attempts were pointless. You werenât getting away any time soon.
âJust keeping you safe, little Pollito,â To add fuel to the fire, Mapi patted your head, talking down to you a little, making you seem smaller than you are.
âMarĂa,â Ingridâs voice had a warning tone towards her girlfriend, not wanting to spend the entire day listening to the two of you bicker. She especially didnât want to have to deal with Mapi bickering with a nine year old all day long.Â
âOr keeping you safe from Mami,â Mapi didnât have to look at you to hear the smirk through your voice. You may only be nine but you picked up on things most wouldnât expect you to at this age.Â
âDios mio,â Mapi muttered, wanting to say more but the look from Ingrid stopped her. You tried to run off, hoping the end Mapi was holding would slip from her hand. But she wasnât as distracted as youâd hoped when you were tugged back instantly.
Sighing dramatically, you let your body go limp and flopped to the ground, âJust take me to see my Bagheera,âÂ
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Heating pads
Max Verstappen x fem!reader
Summary: Your good time in Portimao being interrupted by your endo flare up again.
Warnings: endometriosis, cramps, love and care, infertility and baby talk
A/N: Wrote this last night and I poured into it some of my personal experience with endo, more this time. Surgery worked a little for me, it gave me a three months without cramps. Every body is different, every treatment works differently for us. But weâre in this together, endo sisters!
For @amberjazmyn đ§Ą
Donât use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.
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The weather at Portimao circuit wasnât so pleasant as it was nearing the end of the year. F1 season was long gone and Max was able to finally avert his attention to his other hobbies (not gonna mention itâs still racing, but for his kinda own team).
Meeting with all the people around Verstappen.com Racing was a great one, especially with Thierry Vermeulen, because he was so funny, but humble at the same time.
You were always amazed how Max was so good at handling his many duties and hobbies at the same time. He was a great mentor, passing his legacy and wisdom and you watched how his temper calmed down a little through the years.
It wasnât long ago when you moved to his apartment at Monaco, making your relationship more official after three years of being there and nowhere, between your job and his races. One day you decided enough is enough and you didnât want to face your life alone anymore. That stirred some rumours through his fan base and also your parents werenât able to hold back in their questions about you two starting a family. Truth was that you and Max werenât exactly against having children, but the main problem was your endometriosis. Severe pain episodes, ending in ER may times, being neglected by doctors, saying itâs only in your head and that you need to sleep it off. You thought, for so many years, that youâre just insane, but after Max got through one of your endo flare ups with you, he got you through many doctor appointments, to the best specialists in the field, where you finally heard your diagnosis.
The surgery date was set after the new yearâs, when Max would be still around to help you get back on your feet and mend your wounds with his love and care. But to that date your body just decided that you need to suffer.
You stood in the garage, watching how Max talked with the engineers and Thierry about some issues, his yapping always getting more and more interesting, when you felt a cramp in your lower back. It wasnât unusual, you always had similar, and you brushed it off as some kind of back pain, most likely from standing for too long.
Watching Max racing at the empty track was always fun, he gave it his all, enjoying his time and it made you genuinely smile. But now you were pale, your forehead getting a little sweaty, same as your whole body. Feeling the need to sit down, you understood immediately, when the pain shot through your abdomen, pooling at your right side, that stretching burning sensation ghosting to your lower back. Trying to play it cool, you swallowed hard, smiling at everybody around.
About two hours later, Max was done with the testing, leaving the car to Thierry and he went to look through some performance reports, when he spotted you sitting at the bench, having that weird expression on your face like you were trying so hard to hide something, but failing miserably.
âHey, love.. are you okay?â
His hand went to your cheek and you quickly shot him a look full of pain. He knew that look, seeing it more frequently in past weeks.
âCome here.â Without further words, he grabbed your hand and led you through the corridors to your car outside, where you had your things. Sitting you in the backseat, he quickly went to the trunk, rummaging through his bag, coming back after a while with some packages.
âMax, itâs okay, I can manage it.â You tried to protest but he dismissed you.
âLet me take care of you, Iâm prepared.â Sitting beside you at the backseat, he opened both packages, shaking the contents a little with an approving hum. Heating pads. Your eyes went wide with surprise, but then your face softened, your eyes nearly welled with tears.
Warming his hands with the pads a little, he carefully lifted up your hoodie along with your top, to get to your bare abdomen, placing one pad under the waistband of your pants and the other at your lower back. You were always taken aback, how he remembered the location of your pains, where it hurts the most. After he was sure he placed pads securely, he pulled down your top and hoodie.
âDoes it feel good?â Cupping your cheek, he had a concern written all over his face and you just nodded. With soft hum, he wrapped his hands around you, getting you closer to his chest, holding you tight against him, making sure youâre comfortable.
âThank you, Maxie..â your sweet murmur made him smile, your hands hugging his warm and huge body like a teddy bear, the heating pads bringing you comfort you needed.
âAnything for you, my love.. I would go to the end of the world if it meant for you to be in less pain.â Max kissed your temple softly, letting out a soft sigh.
âYouâve done so much for me in this case, I donât know how I deserved this.â
âYou deserve the world, darling. And those pains.. I would do anything to take it on myself instead of you. I hate to see you contorted by it. Packing those heating pads itâs less than I can do for you, to make it easier.â
âYou really changed my life, Max.â
âOh, baby. You changed mine. A lot. I wasnât this happy like I am beside you. I never forget that moment you smiled at me at that coffee shop in London, because you absolutely stole my breath.â
You chuckled softly, but the slight shot of pain made you wince a little.
âCan you please rub my back a little? It helps also..â
Max just nodded, sneaking his hand under your top, his warm hand rubbing the heat into your skin slowly and gently, making you relax more.
âYou know, when we bought this car back then, I thought that it will be different action weâll be doing on the backseat..â his voice was laced with teasing, trying to make you smile.
âWell.. I thought so too, but I canât even imagine doing it right now.â
âNo, love, I didnât mean it like that. Youâre in discomfort and never in the right mind I would try to make a move on you like this.â
Max liked being intimate with you, your chemistry being something undeniable when you two got to bed, but he respected you and your body. He would rather not have sex with you for weeks than to cause you pain.
âI know, I know, sorry. But we can try after Iâm healed from surgery. And there can be a little miracle after. Like we talked many times before. Little Verstappen tapping around.â
It was true happy smile he saw on your face in a while. His heart skipped a beat at the idea of having a baby with you.
âSure, whatever makes you happy, love. And whatever doesnât cause you pain.â
His soft lips kissing your nose in the most lovely way was something only you could see. To the world he was that unbeatable lion on the track, dominating champion. But with you he was a caring, loving boyfriend, who would die for you in every way possible.
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"Our little mistletoe" day 2/4
no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
summary: You got sick during the week of Christmas. Unable to leave home, Joel brings Christmas to you, and some feelings are confessed.
wc: 6,3>
warnings: just fluff. (Yes, no angst.)
a/n: welcome to the second day of my joel's fic christmas version event. Perhaps, PERHAPS I will add one more day to this mini event. Thank you so much for the love on the day one of this mini event! So glad you lived that one. â„ïžâ„ïž It's funny that at the same time, I'm writing this, I'm sick, but instead of cozy blankets and cold weather, here it's hot. I need Joel to come and save me. I don't know if you're gonna like this one as much as the fic one, i hope you like it though. Happy reading đ
By this time of the day, you would have been already on Joelâs house, helping him to get everything ready for tonightâs dinner. Setting some last-minute decorations with Sarah that he always had forgot to put on display inside the house.
You werenât the biggest fan of Christmas or travelling during these holidays, but you always had put a show for him, especially for Sarah since she was a little kid.
And he loved that. He loved it so much.
The way you belonged to his house, the way your skin seemed to glow under the twinkling lights, the smile you grace when he was opening the gift you had delicately chose for him.
Or the way you smelled like sweet pastries
You, just you.
You were his favorite part of the holidays and of life itself. You were woven into every tradition, every memory that mattered. From the moment you stepped into his life, you'd filled spaces he hadn't even known were empty.
Joel watched as you carefully adjusted a wreath over the fireplace, your fingers lingering to straighten the ribbon just so. Sarah had darted into the kitchen to check on the cookies, leaving the two of you in the soft glow of the Christmas tree.
âThink it looks alright?â you asked, turning to him with a smile that knocked the wind out of his chest.
âLooks perfect,â he murmured, but he wasnât talking about the wreath.
You laughed, shaking your head as if you could brush off his intensity. âYou always say that.â
ââCause itâs always true,â he replied, voice low and warm.
You turned back to the decorations, but Joel kept his eyes on you, taking in the way you fit into this moment as though you were meant to be here all along.
It wasnât just Christmas. It was you. It had always been you.
Joelâs thoughts came back to the present moment as worry nagged him. He checked on his phone, the last message he had sent you remained there, not even seen.
Joelâs thumb hovered over the screen, his brow furrowing as he stared at the text.
You on your way yet? Sarah's been asking for you.
The read receipt hadnât popped up, and that alone was enough to set him on edge.
You were never late, especially not for Christmas dinner.
The sound of laughter floated from the kitchen as Sarah shouted something about burnt cookies, but Joel couldnât focus. His gut twisted with a sense of unease he couldnât shake. He stood, pacing toward the window, glancing out at the driveway that remained empty.
He checked the time. It wasnât like you to keep him waiting.
Pulling his coat off the hook, Joel stepped out onto the porch. The cold air bit at his skin, but it didnât matter. He needed to do something, anything. The world felt too still, too quiet without you in it.
He dialed your number, pacing back and forth as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Then it went to voicemail.
Joel ran a hand down his face, gripping the back of his neck as his heartbeat picked up.
âWhere the hell are you?â he muttered under his breath, glancing at his phone again.
Just as he was about to call again, the door behind him creaked open, and Sarah peeked out, a worried look on her face.
âDad? Everything okay?â she asked.
Joel forced a smile he didnât feel. âYeah, sweetheart. Just...waitinâ for her. You know how the roads can get this time of year.â
Joel barely had time to answer Sarahâs question when the sound of tires crunching against cobblestones pulled his attention. He turned toward the driveway to see Tommyâs truck rolling in, headlights cutting through the early winter dusk. Relief warred in his chest.
Tommy stepped out of the truck, shaking off the cold as he made his way to the porch. "Merry Christmas eve, big brother," he called, his usual smirk in place. But it faltered when he got a good look at Joelâs face. "Whatâs with the long face? Something happened?"
Joel didnât waste time. âI need you to stay here with Sarah.â
Tommy blinked, confused. âWhat? Why? Ainât this the time weâre all supposed to be gatheringâ âround the tree, singingâ carols or whatever?â
âI think somethinâ mightâve happened,â Joel admitted referring to you, his tone heavy with worry. âShe isnât here yet. Ainât answerinâ my messages or calls, and that just...ainât her.â
Tommyâs playful demeanor vanished, replaced by quiet seriousness. âAlright. Iâll stay. Go find her.â
Joel gave him a firm nod, patting his shoulder in thanks before grabbing his keys and heading for his truck. He was halfway down the driveway, his mind already running through the possibilities, car trouble, icy roads, something worse, when his phone buzzed on the seat beside him.
He swerved to a stop, snatching the phone up. It was you.
âHey,â he answered, his voice sharp with worry. âWhere the hell are you? Are you alright?â
There was a long pause on the other end, and then your voice came through, soft and raspy. âIâm so sorry, Joel. I overslept. I think Iâm coming down with something.â
Joel exhaled sharply, a mix of relief and concern flooding through him. âJesus, you scared the hell outta me. You couldâve called sooner.â
âI know,â you murmured, guilt laced in your tone. âI didnât want to ruin your Christmas eve or worry you. I just...I feel awful.â
Joelâs grip on the phone tightened as he pulled off the road, parking his truck. âRuin my Christmas eve?â he echoed, his voice softening. âYouâre the only part of it I care about.â
There was a pause on your end, and Joel could imagine the way youâd be biting your lip at his words. âIâm sorry, Joel. I really wanted to be there, but I barely can keep myself up.â
âYou donât gotta apologize. You just sit tight, alright?â Joel's voice was firm but gentle, there was a lace of disappointment hanging there, but because of the thought of you spending all this night alone. "Iâll figure it out. Just rest, okay? Iâll check on you later."
You let out a tired sigh, tinged with a hint of guilt. "Okay. Merry Christmas eve, Joel. Tell Sarah Iâm sorry."
Joelâs chest tightened at how small your voice sounded, the strength you usually carried replaced by exhaustion. "Merry Christmas eve, darlinâ. Just take care of yourself, alright?"
He ended the call, staring at his phone for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. The engine idled quietly as Joel sat there, the glow of his truckâs dashboard lights illuminating his face. You might have been stuck at home, but that didnât mean you had to spend Christmas Eve alone.
A plan had come up to his mind.
He swung the truck around, heading back toward the house with a sense of purpose. When he pulled into the driveway, Tommy was waiting on the porch, bundled in his coat, a questioning look on his face.
"Everything alright?" Tommy asked as Joel climbed out.
âSheâs sick,â Joel said, already heading toward the front door. "Ainât coming over."
Tommy frowned. "Then why are you back? Givinâ up that easy?"
Joel shot him a pointed look as he stepped inside. "Hell no. Weâre taking Christmas to her."
Sarah popped her head out from the kitchen, her face lighting up when she saw her dad. "Sheâs not coming?"
"Not feelinâ well," Joel explained as he grabbed a couple of boxes of decorations from the living room. "But that donât mean sheâs missinâ out."
Sarah grinned, catching on to his plan. "You mean weâre bringing all this to her place?"
"Damn right we are," Joel said, already sorting through the things heâd need. "Grab the cookies, the rest of the food and some of the lights."
Tommy let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Youâre really doinâ this, huh?"
Joel shot him a look that said everything. "All of us, Tommy. Come onâ
Tommy raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading as realization dawned. âWait, me too?
Joel didnât even pause as he grabbed another box of lights. âYouâre cominâ. Youâre part of this family, ainât you?â
Tommy smiled, following Joel into the kitchen, where Sarah was already busy wrapping up the food with a determined look on her face. âFine, but donât blame me if I eat half those cookies on the way.â
âYou do, and youâre walkinâ,â Joel shot back, his voice teasing but his pace relentless.
Within minutes, the truck was packed to the brim. Lights, food, decorations, everything that screamed Christmas was crammed into the back. Joel stood by the truck, taking a deep breath, his hands on his hips as he looked over the load.
âThink sheâll like it?â Sarah asked, her smile lighting up her face.
Joel turned to her with a small smile, his tone soft. âSheâll love it, baby girlâ
âAlright, letâs go before I change my mind about this,â Tommy muttered, climbing into the passenger seat.
As Tommy settled into the passenger seat, he rummaged through one of the bags heâd grabbed last minute from the house. A sly grin spread across his face as he pulled out a small sprig of mistletoe, holding it up between two fingers.
âDonât forget about this, big brother,â he said, his tone dripping with mischief as he waved it in Joelâs direction.
Joel glanced over, narrowing his eyes. âWhat the hell are you doinâ with that?â
Tommy shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. âFigured youâd want it. Never know when it might come in handy. You will Kiss her tonight, brotherâ
Joel rolled his eyes, though the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him. âTommy, donât start.â
âIâm just sayinâ.â Tommy leaned back, twirling the mistletoe like it was some kind of trophy. âYouâre doinâ all this for her, haulinâ Christmas across town like some kinda lovesick Santa Claus. Might as well seal the deal.â
âTommy,â Joel warned, his voice low and pointed. âThis ainât about that.â
âOh, sure,â Tommy said, his grin widening. âJust about spreadinâ some holiday cheer, huh? Totally normal to pack up half your house for a âfriend.ââ He made air quotes with his fingers, earning a laugh from Sarah in the backseat.
âUncle Tommyâs got a point, Dad,â Sarah chimed in, her voice light but playful. âI mean, you like her, right? Why not just go for it?â
Joel gripped the wheel a little tighter, his jaw working as he tried to come up with a response that wouldnât give Tommy and Sarah even more ammunition. âAinât the time for that,â he muttered.
Tommy leaned forward, mistletoe still in hand. âOh, come on, Joel. Youâre already playinâ the hero tonight. Donât tell me youâre gonna chicken out now.â
Joel shot him a glare, but Tommy just laughed. âYouâre impossible,â Joel muttered, snatching the mistletoe from his brotherâs hand and tossing it onto the dashboard.
âJust keep it handy,â Tommy said with a wink. âYouâll thank me later.â
Joel shook his head, but the teasing didnât stop the thought from creeping in. The mistletoe sat there, a quiet challenge he wasnât quite ready to face, as they drove toward your house.
You had just started to drift off, the ache in your head and the warmth of your blankets pulling you under, when a knock at the door jolted you awake. At first, you thought youâd imagined it, but there it was again, a firm, familiar rhythm that made your heart stutter.
Groaning softly, you pushed yourself up, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you shuffled toward the door. The pounding in your head didnât do much to help the confusion swirling in your mind. Who would be here at this hour?
You opened the door a crack, peeking out cautiously, only to have your breath catch in your throat.
Joel stood there, snow dusting his hair and jacket, his arms holding a box full of things that looked suspiciously festive. Behind him, Sarah and Tommy were standing by the truck, each holding their own share of decorations and food.
âJoel?â you croaked, your voice rough from the scratchiness in your throat.
âHey,â he said softly, his eyes sweeping over you with concern. âYou look like hell.â
âWow, thanks,â you muttered, pulling the blanket closer around you. âWhatâre you doing here?â
âBringinâ Christmas to you,â he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Joel took the opportunity to step inside, brushing past you gently as he carried a box of decorations toward your living room. Sarah and Tommy followed suit, grinning like conspirators as they set down their own loads of holiday cheer.
âWait, wait,â you protested, your head spinning as you tried to keep up. âYou didnât have to do this.â
âNo,â Joel said, turning to face you, his expression warm but resolute. âBut I wanted to. You shouldnât spend Christmas alone, sick or not.â
Sarah appeared at your side, holding a plate of cookies wrapped in foil. âWe made these for you! Well, Dad baked themâ
âDid you bake them?â You asked, recieiving the plate from Sarah.
âNo, I bought them, really. I made Sarah believe I was bakingâ he replied, without giving himself credit.
âSuch a fakeâ you said, but you couldnât help the small laugh that escaped you, though it quickly turned into a cough. Joel was at your side in an instant, his hand on your back, steadying you.
âCâmon,â he said, guiding you gently toward the couch. âSit down. Let us take care of this.â
âJoel,â you began, your voice hoarse but filled with emotion, âyou really didnât have toââ
âI did,â he cut you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His eyes softened as he looked at you, and for a moment, the chaos of the room faded into the background. âYouâre part of this, part of us. Always have been. So, yeah, I did.â
You blinked at him, your chest tightening with something that wasnât just the cold. Before you could respond, Tommy called out from the kitchen.
Before you could say anything, Tommyâs voice broke through the moment, his tone dripping with playful mischief.
âWell, look at this,â he drawled, stepping closer with the infamous sprig of mistletoe in his hand. âYâknow, Iâve been thinkinâ. She looks at you like youâre her Christmas miracle, Joel. Might as well give her a reason to keep starinâ.â
Joel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âTommy, donâtââ
But Tommy was already moving. With the precision of a man who lived to be a menace, he slipped the mistletoe into the back pocket of Joelâs jeans, patting it smugly as if heâd completed a masterpiece.
âThere,â Tommy declared, looking incredibly pleased with himself. âNow youâre carryinâ it everywhere, just in case the moment strikes. Plus,â he added with a wink in your direction, âI think someone else here might be on board with this idea.â
Your face burned as the attention shifted to you, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to be fascinated by the pattern on the blanket youâd pulled over your lap.
âTommy,â Joel growled, his voice a low warning.
âWhat?â Tommy said, holding his hands up in mock innocence. âIâm just tryinâ to help. I mean, come on, big brother. Donât act like she ainât got that same look youâve been sportinâ for years now.â
âTommy,â Joel repeated, but there was a faint flush creeping up his neck now.
You managed to peek up at Joel, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. Tommyâs teasing words mightâve been delivered with a smirk, but there was truth buried in them.
Joel caught your gaze, and for a split second, everything else seemed to fade.
âAlright, enough,â Joel said finally, dragging a hand down his face as he shot Tommy a glare. âDonât you have somethinâ better to do?â
âNot really,â Tommy quipped, sauntering off toward the pile of lights heâd been working on.
As the room filled with Sarahâs chatter and the sound of Christmas music Tommy had turned on, Joel lingered by your side, looking equal parts exasperated and amused.
âDonât pay him any mind,â he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. âHeâs just talkinâ nonsense.â
But when you glanced down at the faint hint of green peeking from his back pocket, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Tommy wasnât entirely wrong.
As the evening wore on, the laughter and warmth filling your small home was everything you hadnât realized you needed. The twinkling lights Joel and Sarah had strung up bathed the room in a soft glow, and the scent of cookies and food mingled with the piney aroma of the small tree Tommy had managed to haul inside.
But as much as you loved the idea of them bringing Christmas to you, the pounding in your head refused to let up. You tried to hide it, smiling and laughing as Sarah excitedly talked about different things, but she was too perceptive for her own good.
âAre you okay?â Sarah asked gently, her brows furrowing as she leaned closer to you on the couch.
You waved her off with a weak smile. âIâm fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired, thatâs all.â
Sarah wasnât convinced. She glanced over at Joel, who was mid-conversation with Tommy about fixing the uneven lights on the tree. âMaybe we should let her rest,â Sarah said softly, her concern evident. âWe can go back home. Itâs been such a nice night already.â
âNo,â you said quickly, sitting up straighter despite the dull ache in your head. âI donât want you to leave. Youâve already done so much, and I couldnât bear the thought of you packing everything up after all this effort.â
Joel turned his head at the sound of your voice, his eyes narrowing as he took in your pale complexion. âYou sure, darlinâ? You look like you could use some quiet.â
âIâm sure,â you insisted, though the words came out weaker than you intended. âYouâve made this place feel like Christmas. Stay. Please.â
Tommy smirked from where he was fiddling with the ornaments. âGuess that settles it. Looks like weâre havinâ a sleepover.â
Sarahâs face lit up. âReally? We can stay?â
You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. âOf course. Thereâs plenty of room.â
Joel rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze flicking between you and Sarah. âAlright, but only if you promise to tell me if youâre feelinâ worse. I mean it.â
You nodded, touched by the concern in his voice.
âWell,â Joel said, clapping his hands together. âIf weâre stayinâ, how âbout a movie? Somethinâ Christmas-y.â
Sarah practically bounced in her seat. âHome Alone!â she suggested immediately.
Tommy groaned. âHavenât we seen that one a hundred times?â
âExactly,â Sarah retorted, grinning.
Joel chuckled and looked at you. âWhat dâyou think?â
You leaned back into the couch, grateful for the blanket Sarah had draped over you earlier. âHome Alone sounds perfect.â
Sarah bounced up from the couch, eager to grab snacks and drinks for everyone. As she passed Joel, she flashed him a mischievous smile. "You can sit by her now, dad," she said, her voice teasing. "She's gonna need someone to keep her warm."
Joel gave her a mock glare, but there was a warmth in his eyes as he stood up and made his way toward the couch. He carefully settled beside you, just close enough that you could feel his presence, but not so close that it felt intrusive. He was getting really nervous about your company tonight in a way his heart seemed to explode at the thought of touching you.
âComfy?â he asked quietly, his eyes scanning your face for any signs that you were still struggling. His hand rested on the couch cushion next to yours, as if he was just waiting for the right moment to reach for you if you needed him.
You smiled faintly, grateful for his care. âYeah,â you whispered, your voice still a bit rough. âThanks for staying. This... this means a lot.â
He glanced at you, his gaze softening. âYouâre not gonna get rid of me that easily, darlinâ.â There was a tenderness in his voice that made your heart flutter despite the headache.
You shifted slightly on the couch, the warmth of his presence comforting, and without thinking, you leaned in closer, resting your head gently on his shoulder. You could feel the muscles in his arm tense slightly, but he didnât pull away. Instead, he shifted just enough to make sure you were comfortable, his warmth enveloping you like a protective blanket.
For a moment, you simply listened to the sounds of the movie and the gentle chatter of Sarah and Tommy, feeling the steady rise and fall of Joelâs breath beneath your ear. The headache was still there, pounding softly in the background, but having Joel so near helped ease the tension in your body, his steady presence grounding you.
Joelâs hand, which had been resting on the cushion beside you, slowly moved. At first, it just hovered near your shoulder, but then, as though asking permission, it settled softly on your arm. His touch was gentle, a silent reassurance that he was there, that he wasnât going anywhere.
"Is this okay?" he asked quietly, his voice low, barely louder than the sound of the movie.
You nodded slightly, not trusting yourself to speak. His presence, his warmth, it was exactly what you needed, even if you hadnât realized it before. You allowed yourself to sink further into him, feeling a small sense of peace settle over you.
Joelâs hand tightened just slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to remind you that he was there.
Iâm here, and Iâm not leaving.
The steady rhythm of Joelâs breath, the warmth of his body next to yours, and the gentle hum of the movie in the background all worked together to lull you into a calm, peaceful state. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, the exhaustion from the day and the pounding headache making it harder to stay awake.
As you settled deeper into the couch, Joelâs presence became the anchor that kept you grounded, and before you knew it, you drifted off, your breathing slowing into a relaxed, steady pattern. The last thing you were aware of was the comforting weight of his arm around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, as if he too was holding onto this moment, savoring the peace and quiet that you shared together.
Joel didnât say anything as you fell asleep. He simply let you rest, his hand lightly stroking your arm as he made sure you were comfortable, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. His heart swelled with a tenderness that made him afraid of his feelings.
As you slept peacefully, nestled against Joel, the soft glow of the Christmas lights cast a warm hue across the room. The only sound was the low hum of the movie playing in the background and the occasional shift of movement from the others.
Tommy, who had been lounging on the armchair, glanced over at the two of you with a smirk. He was doing his best to stifle a laugh, but it was clear he couldnât resist.
âWell, well,â Tommy teased quietly, âYou look adorable together.â
Joelâs eyes flicked to Tommy, a mix of annoyance and something else flickering in his gaze. He could get used to spend every day with you like this. Â âShut up, Tommy,â he muttered under his breath, but his tone was far from harsh. He didnât want to wake you, not when you were so peacefully resting.
Joel shot him a warning look, but the corners of his lips tugged into a smile despite himself. âYouâve got a hell of a way of making things awkward,â he grumbled, but it was clear he wasnât bothered by the teasing.
Meanwhile, Sarah had curled up on the floor with a blanket, her eyes already fluttering closed. She was tired from the dayâs events, her excitement finally catching up to her.
Joel looked down at you again, his hand still lightly resting on your shoulder as if unwilling to move. But then he noticed Sarah, fast asleep on the floor, and a new thought came to him.
âTommy,â Joel called quietly, nudging his brother once more. âCan you help me get Sarah to the guest room? Sheâs out cold, and I donât want her sleepinâ on the floor.â
Tommy, not missing a beat, grinned widely. âI canât believe youâre getting rid of your daughter to get a girlfriend,â he teased, winking at Joel.
Joel didnât even respond to that, his attention already on you. âJust help me, damn it,â he muttered, trying to keep the playful teasing to a minimum.
With a sigh, Tommy got up and walked over to Sarah, carefully lifting her and making sure she didnât stir. Joel remained on the couch, his heart still racing from the tenderness of the moment, silently praying that you wouldnât wake up just yet.
As Tommy returned to the living room, he gave Joel a quick nod, signaling that Sarah was settled comfortably in the guest room. Joel looked down at you, still asleep on his shoulder, and a deep tenderness washed over him. He wasnât sure if he could carry you without waking you, but seeing you so peaceful in his arms made him want to do everything he could to keep you safe and comfortable.
He carefully lifted you, one arm gently supporting your back and the other under your knees. His movements were slow and deliberate, trying his best not to disturb you. Your soft, steady breathing was a comfort to him as he began walking toward your bedroom.
Tommy, noticing the situation, gave Joel a teasing grin. âYou sure you donât need help, Joel?â
Joel shot him a look, his usual gruffness softened by the moment. âJust keep it down, alright? Donât wanna wake her.â
Tommyâs grin only widened, but he stayed quiet, giving Joel the space he needed.
As Joel made his way into your bedroom, he gently lowered you onto the bed, making sure your head was resting comfortably on the pillow. He tucked the blanket around you, his fingers brushing against your skin for a brief moment. It wasnât much, but the way you looked so peaceful made something inside him stir, and for a second, he just stood there, watching you.
His gaze lingered on your face, tracing the soft curve of your features, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Get some rest, darlin'," he whispered, as if the words could protect you from whatever might come next. "Iâm right here."
Joel returned to the living room, his footsteps quiet but deliberate. Tommy, who had been half-leaning on the couch with his feet up, looked up at him with a smirk. Joel wiped a hand across his face, trying to shake off the quiet weight of the night.
âIâll take the sofa,â Joel said, his voice low. âYou can take the other bed in the guest room. Itâs all set up.â
Tommy gave him an exaggerated shrug, as if to say he didnât care where he slept. âAlright, alright. Guess itâs good to be the one on the couch for once.â He stood up and stretched, heading toward the guest room Joel had pointed out. âNight, man.â
âNight, Tommy,â Joel muttered, already turning back toward the bedroom.
Once everything settled down, the house was quiet again, save for the soft sounds of the holiday decorations swaying and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. Joel moved softly, making his way back down the hall to your room, checking the time briefly as he walked. He wasnât sure why, but he felt the need to be near you, even if you were sleeping.
When he pushed open the door to your room, expecting to see you still sleeping peacefully, his heart stuttered in his chest. There you were, awake, your eyes wide, watching him from the bed. The soft light of the bedside lamp illuminated your face, casting a warm glow over your features.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, just taking in the presence of the other.
"Hey," Joel said quietly, leaning against the doorframe, his voice hoarse, like he was still trying to process the night.
You offered him a tired smile, but there was something else there too, an understanding, something deeper that only the two of you seemed to share âHow did I get here?â you asked.
Joel stepped closer, his eyes softening. âI carried you to bed.â he confessed, his voice gentle. His gaze dropped to the bed, the warmth of your presence drawing him in. âYou feeling better?â
You nodded slightly, even though you knew you werenât completely alright. But there was something about having Joel near you that made you feel just a little more at ease.
âIâm alright now," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But you should get some rest too. Youâve done more than enough."
Joel stood there for a beat, as if considering what to say next. Then, he smiled softly, a trace of that quiet tenderness in his eyes. âIâll rest when I know youâre okay.â
With that, he pulled up a chair near the bed, sitting down so that he could keep an eye on you. He wasnât sure how long heâd stay there, but he didnât mind. He just needed to know you were alright.
You shifted slightly in the bed, glancing over at Joel, who was still sitting in the chair, watching you with that soft, protective look in his eyes. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you studied him for a moment.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper, the weight of the night lingering in the air between you. "You don't have to sit there all night."
Joel chuckled quietly, though it held a hint of disbelief. "I'm just making sure you're okay," he said, his voice low but reassuring. He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, never taking his eyes off you. "I told you, Iâll rest when youâre alright."
You could see the exhaustion etched on his face, his shoulders slumped with the weight of the long night, but there was still that protective energy about him. You couldnât help but feel grateful, though you also felt a small ache in your chest seeing him so worn out.
âYou can sleep with me, Joel," you said, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop them. You quickly added, "I mean, if you want to. You donât have to keep sitting there."
Joelâs expression softened as he took in your offer. He hesitated for a moment, the vulnerability in the air palpable between you two. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he finally nodded.
"Yeah," he said quietly, his voice a little rough with emotion. "I think Iâd like that."
He stood up slowly, as if testing the idea, then moved to your side. You shifted to make room for him, pulling the blanket back slightly. As he lay down beside you, his warmth seemed to fill the room, and you could feel the tension in your chest loosen just a little.
Joel settled in beside you, not too close but close enough that you could feel his presence. His hand brushed yours, and you both let out a quiet, simultaneous sigh of relief. He shifted onto his side, facing you, his eyes scanning your face as if to make sure you were still okay.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The room was still, only the quiet sound of your breathing filling the space. Finally, Joelâs voice broke the silence, low and soft.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand.
You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you glanced over at him. "Iâm better now," you whispered. "With you here." You paused for a moment âWhat you did tonightâŠI canât find the words to thank you.â
Joel smiled, a small but sincere curve of his lips, as he adjusted slightly, bringing you closer to him. âYou donât have to thank me,â he murmured softly, his voice warm and reassuring. âYouâre important to me.â
His words, though comforting, didnât stop the weight of your emotions from building up inside you. The closeness, the warmth of his presence, and everything that had happened tonight made your heart swell with something deeper than gratitude.
Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head slightly, your eyes meeting his with a vulnerability you hadnât shown before. âI love you, Joel,â you said, the words coming out softly but with a sincerity that made your chest ache.
Joelâs expression softened even more, his thumb still brushing lightly over your hand. âI love you too,â he whispered, his voice deep and full of emotion.
You frowned, a little pout forming on your lips as you shifted slightly. âNo, you donât understand,â you murmured, feeling the weight of the moment grow even more. âI love you. Iâm in love with you.â
The words hung in the air for a moment, almost too heavy to breathe through. Joelâs gaze softened, searching your eyes as if trying to understand what you meant. And when he did, his expression shifted, becoming more tender, more real. Before you could pull away, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding from the intensity of the confession, but also seeking the comfort of his warmth.
Joelâs hand gently cradled the back of your head, his thumb still brushing through your hair as he held you close. The room was filled with a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, and then, in the softest of tones, he spoke.
âCan you repeat it?â His voice was a little rough, full of longing, but there was a hint of vulnerability there too.
You shook your head, keeping your face hidden in the crook of his neck, trying to gather the courage to meet his gaze again. The weight of your own confession was still hanging in the air, making you feel exposed and raw. You mumbled against his skin, âI canât. Itâs too much.â
Joel chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting. He shifted slightly, pulling you back just enough to tilt your chin gently upward, so you had no choice but to look into his eyes. The tenderness there was undeniable. âThatâs bad,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, ââcause Iâm in love with you too.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you could only stare at him, eyes wide with surprise. The feeling of his words settled over you, warming you from the inside out, making your heart race.
âIââ You started, but the words stuck in your throat. The vulnerability between the two of you was overwhelming, and yet, it felt like everything had finally clicked into place. There were no more doubts. No more fear.
Joel smiled softly, the warmth of his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âItâs okay,â he whispered. âWeâre here now.â
The weight of his words hung in the air between you, a promise, a shared truth. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence sink into your bones, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding you. It felt like everything youâd hoped for was finally coming into focus.
Joel gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing the softness of your skin as he looked at you, his eyes full of tenderness and something deeper. His gaze was steady, searching for any sign of doubt, but all he found was youâvulnerable, open, and more than ready for what was happening between you two.
âYouâre not alone,â he murmured, his voice low but full of meaning. âIâm not going anywhere. Iâm right here, with you.â
You let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding, your heart swelling with emotions too big for words. âI know,â you whispered, a smile finally tugging at the corners of your lips. âI know now.â
Joelâs smile deepened, and in that moment, it was like the world outside of your little bubble didnât matter. All that existed was the two of you, tangled up in something more real and beautiful than you could have imagined.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with the softest of touches, as if asking for permission. And when you responded, meeting him halfway, the kiss deepened, both of you tasting the sweet vulnerability of this new chapter.
You pulled away slowly, your forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling. âYouâre gonna get sick nowâ
Joel chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. âIâll take my chances,â he murmured, his hands finding their way back to your waist, pulling you closer. âIâm not letting go now.â
You laughed quietly, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. âYouâre stubborn,â you said, but there was no annoyance in your voiceâjust affection.
âAnd you love me for it,â he replied with a playful grin, his thumb tracing small circles on your back.
You smirked, rolling your eyes slightly, though your heart was full. âI do,â you admitted, your voice soft, the words carrying more weight than youâd ever thought they would. âI really do.â
Joel smiled, his expression softening as he leaned in once more, brushing his lips against yours, but you placed your hand up to stop him for a moment, hanging the little mistletoe over your heads.
Joel raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin as you held the mistletoe above your heads. "Where do you get that from?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
You smirked, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and mischief. "I stole it from you," you replied, your voice teasing, yet sincere.
Joel chuckled, the sound warm and full of affection. "I shouldâve known," he said, shaking his head with a playful sigh. "Youâre sneaky."
You shrugged, the mistletoe still hovering between you. "I had to make sure it was the right moment."
He chuckled again, and this time, his hands found your waist once more, pulling you close as he leaned in, his eyes softening. "Well, since you put it like that..."
With a grin, he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss deepening as you both shared in the quiet joy of the moment.
Joel pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his expression soft and full of warmth. "You know," he said, his voice low and sincere, "youâre the best gift I could ever ask for."
You felt your heart swell, and a soft smile tugged at your lips. His words, simple yet heartfelt, made everything feel right. Before you could respond, Joelâs grin returned, playful yet tender.
"And," he continued with a teasing glint in his eyes, "I hope youâll take care of me when I inevitably get sick from all this kissing."
You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. "Oh, donât worry," you replied, your tone light but affectionate, "Iâm more than happy to take care of you."
Joel chuckled, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. "Good," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "Because Iâm not going anywhere."
The warmth between you both felt like the perfect ending to a night full of new beginnings, and as he kissed you again.
And again.
And he thought he would never get tired of it.
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Headcanos of Damian Wayne.
1. Small Gestures of Tenderness.
Although Damian would never admit it out loud, he always feels inexplicably more relaxed when he's around his girlfriend. He often watches her in silence, observing the small details, like the way she laughs, her expression when she's focused, or how she always has something to say, even when she doesn't feel like talking. There's something about those moments that makes him feel, for the first time in his life, that war and fighting aren't everything.
2. Defender of Her Well-Being.
Damian, who has been trained to be cold and calculating, can't help but become extremely protective when it comes to her. If someone looks at her wrong, even in jest, he'll step in without thinking, making it clear with his gaze (and sometimes his threat of "don't do it again") that no one can hurt her. He's convinced that it's his responsibility to take care of her, but it's more of an internal desire to make sure nothing bad ever happens to her.
3. The Typical Sarcastic and Jealous Behavior.
When it comes to other men, Damian is relentless. Although he would never express it in an obvious way, he feels extremely uncomfortable if any kind of unwanted attention is directed towards his girlfriend. It is common for his sarcastic tone to appear when some guy talks too close to her. "Really? Do you think she wants to hear that?" he would say, with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips, as he takes a step forward.
4. Thoughtful (albeit weird) Gifts.
He is not the type of boyfriend to buy expensive jewelry or flowers (because he doesn't know how those things work), but what he does do is remember the little details about what his girlfriend likes. One day, unbeknownst to her, Damian shows up with a rare book she mentioned in a casual conversation, or with that chocolate she is known to like a lot. The truth is, he's become an expert at listening to her, not just because of his tactical intelligence, but because he genuinely wants to please her, even if his way of showing it is... unconventional.
5. Intimate Moments of Vulnerability.
When Damian is with his girlfriend, his guard is down in ways that only happen with her. It can be something as simple as watching a movie together, or lying next to her after a long day of training, but in those moments, he doesn't have to live up to his last name or his lineage. It's just him, Damian Wayne, simply enjoying her company. It's a luxury he doesn't usually get with anyone else, but with her, it's something that constantly draws him in and comforts him.
6. Interactions with His Family.
Despite his reserved attitude, Damian has found himself talking more to his family about his girlfriend, albeit in a slightly brusque manner. With Bruce, for example, his attitude towards her is a kind of possessiveness that makes it clear that he wants her in his life, but he also knows that his father will never really understand what he feels. With Alfred, however, he seems more relaxed, because he knows that the butler sees what he sometimes can't recognize: how happy their relationship makes him.
7. Subtle but Efficient Jealousy.
Damian can't help but show jealousy, although he does it in a subtle and almost childish way. For example, if his girlfriend talks a lot with another guy (even if he's a close friend), he may make comments like: "Since when are you so interested in what he has to say?" or suddenly offer to take her back to her apartment, as if there was some "urgent" business to attend to, to prevent her from staying too long with that person. It's his way of saying "I want you all to myself" without having to say it directly.
8. He Likes Deep Conversations.
Damian isnât a man of many words, but when heâs with his girlfriend, he finds it easy to open up and share things he never thought heâd say. He likes to talk to her about topics that have nothing to do with war or fighting, like his views on the future or what he thinks about life. Sometimes, he catches himself talking more than he planned, but he doesnât mind, because he knows he can be vulnerable with her, something heâs learned to deeply appreciate.
9. The Vulnerability of Being âThe Manâ.
When heâs with her, Damian feels weird about not being able to show off everything he knows how to do. I mean, with his combat skills and tactical intelligence, he could defend her from anything, but what really attracts him to her is how she calms him down and makes him feel more human. In her mind, that makes him more than just Bruce Wayneâs son or trained assassin. He makes her feel a little more normal, like any other guy in love, and that thought baffles him, but he loves it at the same time.
10. Sudden Moments of Insecurity.
Despite all his training and his confident facade, Damian sometimes feels insecure in their relationship. There are times when he doubts himself: Is he really up to par with her? Will he be enough for someone like her, who has so much to offer? Although he would never admit it, he has those moments of uncertainty that make him more human. However, as time goes on, he realizes that all he really needs to do is be himself, and sometimes, even a more vulnerable and caring Damian can be what attracts her the most.
11. The Unspoken "I Protect You".
Although he never says it outright, Damian is obsessed with the idea of ââprotecting her. If she is ever sad, he turns into a wall of ice, willing to face anything to make her feel safe. This leads to more possessive behavior, but he doesn't see it that way. It's his way of showing her that even though he's not the traditional boyfriend type, he'll always be there for her, even if that means walking away from conflict and just offering his company.
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(not) lost and found pairing: reader x sistersfiancé!rafe synopsis: when reader has to return her sister's shoes, she sees her fiancé again. this time, in a different state than before. warnings: hurt and comfort, reader stitches up rafe wc: 1.5k
people have been wanting me to write more for them and i've been meaning to i swear!! just haven't gotten around to it lmao but more interesting stuff for this pairing is coming
"jenny, no." you sighed exasperatedly into your phone, "i already told you, no. i'm doing homework."
"but it's technically your fault?"
"how is it my fault that your drunk ass left your damn shoes in my car?" you scoff, and if it wasn't so typical of jenny, you wouldn't be able to believe the nerve she'd have to even say it was your fault that she was too drunk that she couldn't even remember to take her shoes.
"just take them to my place, alright! i'm on a trip right now and i don't need your shit."
"i'm not a damn lost and fo-"
before you could finish your sentence, your sister had hung up on you, and although you tried to call her again, she wouldn't answer. the bitch was ignoring you, as usual.
so, that was how you ended up driving to the house your sister shared with her fiancé while rain was pouring down the sky, your windshield wipers working overtime to make sure you'd get there without slipping off the road.
when you finally parked in front of the house you'd been at only a few days prior, you leaned the back of your head against the headrest, gazing at the lit-up windows of the home. you wanted so badly to not be jealous of the life she had, to not give her the satisfaction of knowing how much you'd always envied her; envied the way your parents had always preferred her, how you'd always felt more like a burden to them than a child.
taking a hit from a vape pen and tossing it to the passenger side of your car, you breathed out the vapor before getting out of the car, slamming the door closed behind you, flimsily holding onto your older sister's louboutins, a petty part of you wanting to accidentally drop them to the ground as you made your way to the door.
but when you reached the door, lifting your hand to knock on the door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. with furrowed brows, you stepped inside, your ears filling with the noise of loud shouts and sounds of glass breaking.
you placed down the heels as quietly as possible, pulling your phone out and dialing 911, holding the phone close to your chest as you walked closer and closer to the source of the noise, prepared to press call.
but what you came across caused your brows to furrow.
jenny's fiancé's back was facing you as he threw a vase on the ground, the smashing noise ringing in your ears as you brought your hands to cover them.
"fucking bitch!"
you didn't know what to do, simply watching the man throw a picture into the ground, the glass of the picture frame blending in with the glass from the vase. what used to be jenny's glamorous living room now looked like it was one of those rooms people go to smash up old electronics and plates, just missing the graffiti on the walls, but in place of them were a few fist-shaped holes.
when rafe picked up a glass of amber liquid to his lips, you figured it'd be your best chance to make your presence known, so you cleared your throat, saying his name in a soft voice. "rafe?"
the man turned to look at you, letting out a soft, dry chuckle as you pursed your lips, looking around at the wrecked room. "what are you doing here? is your sister drunk again? 'cause if she is, she can sleep on the fuckin' lawn for all i care."
"no, she just left her shoes and..." you shook your head, taking a few, wary steps towards the man, pocketing your phone. "what's up? did something happen with...?"
"your sister?" rafe let the now-empty glass fall to the ground, a few drops of whiskey now decorating the pile of glass as it smashed, rafe collapsing onto the ground, leaning his head against the back of the formerly-immaculate white couch, that now seemed to be covered in red wine. "that'd be the understatement of the century."
you noticed a gash on his arm, a rather large piece of glass sticking out, red blood staining his white sweater, "rafe, you're bleeding."
the man chuckled, looking down at the cut and shaking his head, "i didn't even notice. woops."
"let me go get my stuff."
"it's really-"
"shut up." you say sharply, rushing outside to your car.
you were kneeling next to rafe, the man pressing a cloth to where the piece of glass had been lodged in while muttering something under his breath while you poured disinfectant onto another cloth. "this is gonna sting, but if you're gonna be a baby about it, i'm gonna let you bleed out."
rafe let out a small, nearly inaudible chuckle and the ends of your lips twitched slightly upwards, "i'm pretty sure i'm not gonna feel it with how much whiskey-"
his sentence was interrupted by a loud hiss he let out when you took away the cloth he'd been holding against his arm, starting to press the one with disinfectant against the wound, your lips curving into a proper smile.
"is my pain funny to you?"
"no." you looked at rafe to see a small smile on his lips, "it turns me on."
rafe let out a guffaw at your statement, shaking his head as you began putting monofilament thread onto the curved needle, the man's brows furrowing as he watches. "how do you even know how to do all this?"
"you don't know?" you let out a chuckle, "of course, why would i assume my dear sister ever speaks about anything other than herself. i'm studying to be a doctor."
"i didn't know that." rafe watched as you brought the needle to his wound, "have you done stitches before?"
"on fake skin." you shrug, starting to stitch up his wound, "so, why did you do all this? you're lucky that thing didn't lodge any deeper."
"i could've just gone to an actual hospital."
"yeah, but wouldn't you rather give your future sister-in-law some practice?" you said, not noticing the way rafe was gazing at you, your tongue peeking out, your brows furrowed in a way that caused small wrinkles to appear on your forehead. "spill."
rafe let out an exasperated sigh, looking away from you, instead focusing on all the broken glass on the ground. he'd have to figure out a way to fix it before jenny got home.
"your sister's cheating on me."
a small oh left your lips as you continued.
"i saw texts on her phone before she left. she told me she was going on a work trip for the law firm she's interning with but she's currently at some hotel with the guy she's seeing."
"she... she always told me she was going out with you, at least once a week, but i'm starting to realize it's not true, is it?"
you chewed on your lower lip as you continued stitching the wound, letting out a soft, quiet, "i'm sorry, rafe. i see her like, once a year on christmas."
rafe nodded his head slightly, "lucky you." the man chuckled dryly, "it all just... made me feel like i'm not enough. that no matter what, the people around me are gonna keep betraying me. that i can never trust anyone."
you let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "i know how that feels."
"you do?" rafe looked down at you, as you finished tying the end of his suture, cutting the thread.
you sat up straight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you started packing away your stuff. "everyone's always preferred jenny over me. everyone's always picked her over me. my parents always preferred her. every guy i liked always thought she was prettier. all my friends always thought she was cooler." you chew on your lower lip, your throat starting to hurt from the emotion you were trying to hold back, avoiding his gaze, "my entire life, i spent living in her shadow. my entire life i've been 'jenny's sister' and nothing else."
"that can't be true."
"you know what my parents' reaction was when i got into med school?" you chuckled dryly, your eyes turning glassy as you finally looked to rafe, "'that's great sweetie. anyway, did you hear that jenny got engaged? her ring is so gorgeous. oh, and she's doing so well in law school!'" you mimicked your mother's voice, letting out a sigh. "and jenny thrives from it. she's always loved that she's better than me. even as kids, she did everything she could to one-up me."
"she's not." rafe took your shaking hand in his, enveloping it in his larger one, "you just stitched up a half-stranger when you could've just left when you saw me destroying shit. your sister would never do something that selfless. i don't even think she has a selfless bone in her body."
"you're starting to sound like me." you let out a chuckle, shaking your head, "how come you're engaged to her, then?"
"maybe i don't have any either." rafe shrugs, "but i'm not letting her get away with this. i'm not someone to be messed with."
"that sounds ominous."
"you have no idea." he smiles, squeezing your hand.
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Advent calendar: Day 17. Carrots
A/N: Kinda related, kinda not, but you should watch âHot Frostyâ on Netflix if you havenât, totally recommend it (itâs very ridiculous in the best way possible). Sorry for all the awful dialogue you are about
Snowman x fem!reader || questionable use of vegetables, temperature play (kinda), mentioned overstimulation
When your witch friend asked you to build a snowman with her, you thought nothing of it. It would be fun, the snow was fresh and everyone seemed cheerful around you as you built his round body. Your friend, though⊠She made hers to look a bit more realistic, less round and more angular, in a way that was giving uncanny valley vibes. But you thought nothing of it, why would you?
When she asked if you liked him, you started to suspect there was something special about him, but again, you thought nothing of it. And when she used the carrot to make a dick instead of a nose, you almost peed yourself laughing. It was just so stupid looking, all white and round but with a big carrot dick⊠You should have known better.
And then he showed up, alive and walking, knocking on your door and staring up and down at you like he was about to fuck you right there. His carrot dick was erected and pointing straight at you. You gaped at him as he smiled, stroking his dick slowly. You gaped some more, your eyes accidentally traveling down. That was an amazing carrotâŠ
No. Behave, you cannot fuck a snowman, you tried to remind myself.
âWait here,â you told the snowman, who only nodded. You grabbed your phone and dialed your friend. âWhy thereâs a living snowman at my door, dude?!â You screamed at her as soon as she picked up. The poor dude was looking at you as if you were his dream come true.
âCalm down, you seemed very lonely and I had a bit of extra magic lately⊠So I gave you my Christmas gift early. Do you like him? Have you tried him yet?â
âHave I tri- What the fuck?!â You must be dreaming, there was no way that was happening to you. You pinched yourself and blinked, but the snowman was still in front of you and your friend was still talking.
âHeâs ready for you, darling. He wants to treat you like the queen you deserve to be,â she explained, almost bored. You wanted to pull her hair until she was bald.
âYou did not send me a sex snowman,â you repeated, trying to make sense of what you were seeing and hearing.
âI did. Now I have to go, have fun!â She said before hanging up on you.
âWe are not fucking,â you told him, your frown so deep you could see your eyebrows.
âIâm going to feed my carrot to your hungry bunny,â he deadpanned, in a tone that you supposed was intended to sound sexy. It didnât. You struggled not to laugh, but his face was so serious you couldnât do that to him, he looked so hopeful.
You stared at him, his hand lazily stroking his carrot once again. You felt your face blushing. You really needed to get laid, your pussy was getting wet about a snowman and a carrot⊠But you had more pressing matters than your wet pussy.
âOne: you canât say things like that. And two: we arenât going to fuck.â His face fell and he stopped moving his hand, making you almost sad. Dang.
âWhy not? I can smell your juices.â He could what? âYou are hot for me and Iâm cold for you, we should do something about it.â How desperate were you that he sounded right? You did want to fuck a snowman⊠Fuck, there was something so, so wrong inside of you because you were considering taking him on the offer.
âI- We- You are a snowman,â you let out, not really having a point.
âAnd you are a human, but my carrot is very hard for you.â You chuckled, the absurdity of it all getting to you. But most of all, your strength to hold back disappeared with that affirmation. He was made for you, and you were very horny, and his carrot looked especially delicious right nowâŠ
âOkay,â you agreed, your pussy almost clapping with enthusiasm. It had been a long time since you were properly fucked and you were feeling the need for sure.
âOkay? Are you⊠are you sure?â He suddenly seemed very confused about your decision, as if all his bravado died the second you agreed to fuck him. You wanted to coo at him, but you decided there was a better choice.
You walked to him and kissed his half open mouth. He was cold, but at the same time his lips felt like velvet against yours as you devoured his mouth. He gave as much as received, deepening the kiss and circling your body with his arms. You were pressed firmly against his front and your nipples instantly hardened, he was so cold in such a pleasurable way⊠You didnât even know you had something for temperature play but good snowman if your pussy wasnât quivering thinking about his hard carrot pocking your stomach.
You parted, looking at him intently, but when you didnât find any doubt in his eyes, your choice was already made. âFuck me, my snowman,â you almost pleaded, your voice trembling as your pussy pulsated at the same rhythm as your heart.
âYour wish is my command.â He laid you on the floor, right in the middle of your living room. âAre you ready for my carrot?â He asked, as you tried not to giggle. You nodded, fearing if you opened your mouth you would laugh and he wouldnât give you his dick. And you needed it. You needed it so, so bad.
He entered you in one long thrust and you cried out in ecstasy. The contrast between your warm body and his cold skin was exhilarating and arousing, sending you to the stratosphere of pleasure. You didnât know what was about to happen, but the size and shape of his carrot ended up being fantastic. The almost pointy tip played with your cervix as the wide base made your pussy clench around it, rubbing against your G-spot in the most amazing way. It was the perfect sex toy, even better, he was like a breathing sex-toy and that made your brain turn a bit fuzzy at the edges, arousal so big it was maddening.
He started a punishing pace, his dick going in and out of you so fast and hard your whole body was moving across the floor. You had to hold onto the carpet (carpet burn be damned) to be still as he pounded into your welcoming heat. He kept moaning how warm and wet you were, how good your heat felt against his cold⊠And you could only chant âyes, yes, yesâ as he kept going.
And when you came like a tidal wave, your whole body convulsing as he kept fucking you. He didnât stop, he fucked you through it as he used his cold fingers to rub your clit, making you ascend in your pleasure even higher. You screamed his name, pulling at his ice hair and trying to hold for dear life as you kept coming and comingâŠ
And he kept going.
He fucked you many more times that night, his stamina endless as he kept using his clever carrot to pound into your G-spot as his cold fingers pinched your clit until you couldnât hold back orgasm after orgasm. It was the most intense pleasure youâd ever felt, and by the time you asked for a rest, he was smirking down at you, the smugness in his face making your overused pussy twitch in anticipation.
And then you remembered⊠You had to thank your friend. Damn it.
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The Neighbor
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Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
Emily Prentiss has a new neighbor⊠unbeknownst to her, they can see directly into her bedroom from their windowâŠ
Warnings: smut, voyeurism (slight stalking if you think about it)
Word count: 9k (SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY)
Available on ao3
Taglist: @chestnutninny @maximoffwitch
Trudging into your shiny kitchen, you reached for the fresh bottle of wine on the counter and cracked it open. Pouring yourself a decent helping of the flaxen liquid before plopping onto the couch. With another sigh, you stretched over to the side table and picked up the TV remote. Flipping through Netflix for a while before deciding on a true crime series. You settled in against the couch cushion and pressed play.
The sun had just begun to set and the open blinds were letting an orange tint fall over the carpet in streaks. You had to admit this apartment was much nicer than any youâve had before. Only thanks to your new job, of course.
Before you knew it, the series credits were rolling and the apartment was overtaken by the cover of night, the only illumination in the room being your TV and a small candle on the counter.
You got off the couch and made your way towards the bedroom, grabbing a pair of loose boxers, and a t-shirt from the dresser, throwing your hair up into a knot before heading into the bathroom for a much-needed shower. The feeling of near-scalding water was an instant relief to your strained muscles, all the heavy lifting youâve done the past few days causing quite a tension in your back.
Once you were out of the shower and feeling refreshed, you applied your usual skincare regime, then slathered your body in its entirety with your favorite lotion. You pulled the tie from your hair and shook it out, attempting to tame the mess it had made of itself.
Once satisfied, you sauntered back out to the living room. Blowing out the candle that was still burning and crossed the room, sights set on closing the blinds for the night.
But once you reached the large floor-to-ceiling window, something else beyond caught your eye.
The building you had moved into was built in a sort of âUâ shape. Your apartment, being on the inner side of the building, gave you a direct view of the small courtyard below. It also gave you a direct view of the neighboring apartments on the other side of the courtyard.
The yard itself couldnât be more than 50 feet across, and that just so happened to be the perfect distance to gaze directly into your neighbor's window.
You gripped the pull chord, but your breath caught in your throat upon realizing what you were looking at.
It was a woman, tall and svelte. And from what you could see, insanely beautiful. Her long, dark silver hair shone in the luminance from the bedside lamp she had just switched on. She was almost fully nude, aside from the black panties and bralette adorning her ample bosom.
Looking a bit past her, you noticed another figure come into view.
It was, or at least you thought it was, an older gentleman. But when they pulled their shirt off, you were met with a surprising pair of breasts.
An elder butch?? Nice. You shook away the subconscious thought.
You continued watching as the pair latched onto each other, the taller woman running her long fingers through the short locks of the latter while their lips locked with a fiery passion. They fell onto the mattress, femme straddling the butchâs lap.
You felt a pang deep in your belly, knocking you back into reality.
A rush of guilt ran over you as you turned away from the window, averting your gaze from the vulgar scene. You had never been into the act of voyeurism before, especially in this capacity.
But something was stirring within you at the thought of watching more. Another pang hitting your core at the thought of watching your beautiful neighbor take her partnerâs fingers in earnest.
Against your better judgment, you looked through the blinds again. Biting your lip you took in the scene once more.
The femme had begun kissing down her partner's chest, the muscles in her back bending and flexing beneath the skin.
An unforeseen moan left your throat as the woman took a nipple into her mouth. Your hand shot up to your mouth in surprise but soon began tracing the skin of it as you became enamored by the view.
The woman had been flipped over and was now on the receiving end of her partnerâs ministrations. A thick hand covers the womanâs clothed center, her head rolling backward as she ground into her partner's palm.
You couldnât help but reach down and press against your own underwear. The fabric, already damp with the heat and intensity of your arousal. Pushing the leg-band to the side, you ran a finger through your slit. A bit astonished by the amount of arousal that has accumulated.
You continued watching as your neighborâs actions grew more lewd by the minute. Tongues against mouth and skin, fingers touching in areas you never should have seen. But still, you couldnât peel yourself away from the window.
That is until the long-haired woman fell backward, her head nearly hanging off the end of the bed as the other woman began dragging her tongue down her torso and towards her center. Her eyes seemed to look directly at you as she gasped at the contact of her lover's tongue.
Your stomach immediately dropped and you jumped away from the window, pulling your hand out from your boxers. The embarrassment and guilt began filling your cheeks with a hot flush.
You waited a moment before peeking out the window again, making sure you were in the clear to exit. To your surprise, her curtains had been shut. You felt slightly disappointed, but the overwhelming concern for your sanity soon sealed that.
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you went back to the bathroom to clean yourself up before flopping into your bed and letting sleep slowly consume you.
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Over the next few days, you had been hyper-aware of your surroundings whilst leaving the building for work. You were petrified by the thought of running into the beautiful woman whoâd inevitably caught you watching her personal affairs through the window.
Luckily enough, the past week has been very successful.
You hadnât seen her at all, not even through the window, and you were hoping that you never would.
But today you werenât so lucky.
It had been a stressful day at the office, and all you wanted was to relax in your apartment. Youâd ordered some Chinese takeout and had gone down to the foyer to retrieve it.
Just as you were about to pay the man, a flash of metallic hair came through the entrance.
Your heart nearly dropped out of your ass as you made eye contact with the silver fox. Her deep brown irises practically melt you into a pile of nothing.
What made it even worse was the stupid smirk she wore as she held your gaze while walking past. The scent of her musky perfume and cigarettes trailing close behind.
She was taller than you thought sheâd be, just a few inches more than you, also taking into account the heeled boots she wore. She was dressed in a blood-red silk blouse, black wide-legged trousers, and a matching blazer that hung in the bend of her elbow.
âMaâam?â The delivery driver interrupted.
âI- sorry⊠here...â You handed him a twenty and turned around to head reluctantly towards the elevator.
You hoped that you wouldnât be stuck in there with her, but of course, as you rounded the corner⊠her hand flung out and stopped the closing door, holding it open for you.
You sighed, wishing that some greater force would just take you out right then and there.
âThanksâŠâ you spoke sheepishly, avoiding her eyes as she smiled at you. You reached past her to press your floor number but quickly realized she lived on the same floor.
âSame floor, huh?â She questioned, her voice husky. You felt a tickle in your belly at the tone.
âSeems like it, ahaâŠâ You replied, still avoiding her gaze and leaning against the wall.
She mirrored your position on the opposite side. You could feel her eyes on you and it made your anxiety skyrocket, but it also made you feel some other type of way.
I wonder if she actually knows it was me⊠or is it just my brain playing tricks on me? You thought to yourself.
âThat smells good. Whatcha get?â She asks, and you finally manage to look up at her. Her eyes were already locked on you as she chewed her gum with a smile.
âOh, just some chicken and lo mein.â You gave her a tight smile then bit your bottom lip. She only hummed in response, but you caught how her eyes fell to your mouth at the action. You couldnât help but blush and subsequently dip your head in avoidance of her gaze once again.
âHow come I havenât seen you around here before?â Her tone was a bit softer now, questioning.
âI moved in just over a week ago, actually⊠so I havenât had much time for things other than unpacking and work.â you swung the take-out bag back and forth idly, trying to distract yourself from the inappropriate memories of the woman attempting to resurface.
âI see, howâs unpacking coming?â The bell signifying that youâve reached the floor chimed.
âItâs coming... Work keeps me busier than Iâd like to be.â You chuckled halfheartedly to yourself, stepping through the elevator doors and pausing to wait for her, nervously.
âI completely understand⊠Well, if you ever need help with that or anything else Iâm in 63B⊠or...â She smirks, pulling a card from her purse and passing it to you. âHereâs my contact info.â
You hesitantly reached out to take it, somewhat dumbfounded that she had her very own business cards. Upon inspecting it further, you noticed something even more intimidating.
âHuh, I would not have pegged you as FBI⊠Emily Prentiss?â you looked up at her, quirking a brow.
âThere are a lot of things you wouldnât peg about meâŠâ She quipped, tilting her head in question to signify you give her your name as well.
âY/n, Y/n Y/l/n.â you answered, smiling softly.
âWell it was lovely to meet you Y/n, although I must get going.. wouldnât want you to be eating cold food, right?â She chuckled, and you blushed at her kind comment.
âNice to meet you as well. Have a good night!â You smiled, giving her a shy wave before starting towards the direction of your apartment.
âYou too, hon⊠Oh, and Y/n?â you spun around at the call of your name. âNext time you wanna watch⊠just give me a call.â she waved her finger at the card that was still in your hand and smiled devilishly.
You stood there, watching, mouth agape in shock as she spun around laughing, and began striding towards her apartment.
My god, this woman will be the death of me.
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After finally managing to calm yourself down enough to eat without choking, you figured a little binge-watching on the couch with a bowl of ice cream would make for a wonderful end to your rather eventful night.
Curled up against a throw pillow, with a chilled bowl of your favorite Ben & Jerryâs on your blanket-covered lap, you pressed play on your most recently watched series.
Once the bowl was finished and long forgotten on the side table, you scooted over the cushions to lay down and pull the blanket over your shoulders. Your eyes eventually grew heavy, blinking slower and slower, inevitably letting the angels of slumber take you under.
Until, of course, the phone buzzed loudly on the pillow next to you. You groaned, reaching for it and squinting at the brightness of the screen.
Unknown number?
With a slightly confused expression, you unlocked the phone and opened the message.
âHey stranger⊠open your blinds.â
Uh oh.
Somehow, you were now more awake than you had been all day. Sitting up, you began typing with shaky hands.
âHow did you get my number?â
âDid you forget my line of work already, baby?â a shudder ran through you at the pet name.
âSo I see⊠and what if I donât?â The courage you had over text was almost laughable in comparison to what you had felt in the elevator.
âJust do it.â The excitement thrumming inside your chest threatened to burst at the demand.
That being said, you stood up and padded over to the window. Grabbing the lift chord between your thumb and index, you took a deep breath before quickly pulling it.
Upon raising your eyes to her apartment, you let out a gasp. There she was, Emily Prentiss in all her magnificent glory.
She had pulled a chair over to the window and was sitting cross-legged, draped in a silk robe. A similar shade as the blouse she had on earlier that day. Her silver hair cascaded past her shoulders, framing her face in a seductive shadow. And even with the distance between windows, you could tell she was wearing that devious smirk.
You watched as her gaze fell towards the phone in her lap, she picked it up and began typing.
âDo you like what you see, Y/n?â
âYes.â you let out a shaky breath as you looked back out the window.
She placed the phone on the table next to the chair and placed her hands in her lap. She began pulling at the ties of her robe, letting them fall to the side.
You felt your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat at the sight.
Her slender fingers trailed over the folded neckline, before dipping beneath and pulling it open, bringing the black lace teddy she wore underneath into view.
You thought you might drop dead at that very moment. The oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts you had on were a bit embarrassing in contrast. But alas, you were too engrossed in Emilyâs teasing to care all that much.
Her hands ran down the length of her torso and down to her toned thighs, slowly spreading them apart. Your knees felt weak, and your palms sweaty. You wanted nothing more than to spread those legs with your own hands, letting yourself fall in between them to taste her.
A flush spread through you at the thought, chest and cheeks growing rosey.
She raised her left hand, running through her hair and flipping it to one side. The latter continued its journey back up her torso, toying with the bits of lace at the edge of her top.
With a slackened jaw, you stepped backward and sat on the edge of the couch, mirroring her position. And with a burst of courage, you picked up the phone again, hesitating a bit before finally deciding to press the call button.
It only rang once before the older woman answered.
âMm.. that was bold.â She purred, her eyes aimed directly at you through the window.
âI wanna hear you...â Your voice was soft and breathy, the arousal seeping into your ability to control it.
âHear me what?â She quirked a brow.
âI want to hear it when you touch yourself.â
âOh, you do? And what makes you think Iâm gonna touch myself?â Her tone was condescending, but you watched as she scooted forward in the seat, leaning back against the chair.
âIâll do it if you do.â Your breathing was slightly labored, the excitement in your chest causing a chill to run through your body.
âHmm, that does sound like a good dealâŠâ she paused for a moment, seemingly in thought. âTake off that shirt for me, Angel.â She whispered seductively into the microphone.
You whimpered, your sex ache with desire and begging for some sort of relief.
âYes maâam.â You quickly placed the phone on the arm of the couch and began pulling the large shirt over your head, tossing it behind you carelessly. Emily hummed in response to your eagerness.
âSo eager to please⊠I love it.â Her voice is like velvet in your ears, pulling another soft noise from your throat. You sat with attention, hands placed patiently in your lap, awaiting further instruction.
âPlay with your nipples for me, baby. Nice and slow.â
Without hesitation you brought your fingers to your mouth, wetting the tips with a swipe of your tongue, then dragging them over an already stiffened bud. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, holding back the noises threatening to escape.
âGood girl⊠so pretty, on display for everyone to see, but so needy for me.â Her eyes blackened as they watched you touch yourself. You couldnât hold back the soft groan as you pinched your nipple, pulling it lightly before switching to the other side and doing the same.
Emily let out a soft moan, her free hand began to trail down her torso again. She squeezed at her own thighs, spreading them open further.
âCan I see yours, too?â You sounded almost innocent in asking, but the way you burned and ached for her was nowhere near it.
âSay please.â
âPlease⊠let me see you, Emily.â Your voice came out almost like a whine. She smiled, pressing the speaker button on the phone before placing it back on the side table.
You watched as she shrugged the silk robe off and brought her nimble fingers up to the straps of her teddy, looping around the fabric and slowly tugging them down.
You were practically panting like a dog as she revealed the freckled flesh at an agonizing pace.
Once the hem was low enough, her breasts fell out of the cups with ease. Dusky nipples on full display and standing proudly.
You bite your lip to stifle the scream of excitement you so badly want to release.
Emily chuckles softly, bringing her hands up to squeeze at the heavy flesh of her breasts. She throws her chin up and smiles brightly.
âJesus, EmilyâŠâ you sigh, running a hand over your hair to pull the damp strands away from your face, then sliding the same hand back down to your chest.
Then, to test the waters, you drug your nails down the softness of your stomach, dancing over the waistband of your shorts and lower to cup your covered center.
âYouâre so fucking hot, I canât stand it.â You desperately laughed, brows furrowed and thighs squeezing together for some semblance of relief.
âWatch that hand, Y/nâŠâ Her voice was deep and you couldnât help but release an audible groan, fussing at the idea of waiting.
âImpatient, are we?â She folded her arms across her bare chest, you hmphed at the loss. âBecause I will gladly end this call right now.â
Immediately you corrected your position, folding your hands in your lap.
âThatâs what I thought⊠wouldnât want that now, right?â
âNo, maâam. Just tell me what you want me to do. Anything, please.â She was amused by your begging, letting out a low chuckle at the desperation in your voice.
âTake those shorts off and spread your legs.â The demand was abrupt, and it caused your pulse to jump. You sat in silence for a moment, she noticed your hesitation.
âWhat? Havenât got panties on?â She smirked, and you cowered your head in a hot flush.
âNo, I donâtâŠâ You looked back up at her through the glass and smiled innocently.
She bit her lip, seemingly in thought, while also trailing her eyes over your mostly naked body. She tittered to herself, looking down at her lap, before looking up again.
âIâd say, if you had panties on, we could continue this little voyeur session. But⊠I think Iâd rather see that pretty pussy of yours up close and personal. Not through a window.â You couldnât help but shy again, her dirty compliment causing another pang of arousal to hit you.
âAre you saying I should come over, Prentiss?â You couldnât help the smirk that crawled onto your face at the suggestion.
âHmm⊠may-be.â She tilted her head and smiled, crossing her legs.
âGive me five minutes.â You smiled at her and picked up the phone, hanging it up. You shot her a wave as you got up from the couch, throwing your shirt back on before walking away from the window.
Making your way into the bathroom, you placed your palms on the countertop and sighed, leaning against it. Looking up at the mirror, you took note of your flushed cheeks, red and glazed.
You gave yourself a quick once-over, making sure to put on a little extra deodorant and spritzing some of your favorite perfume before splashing some cold water on your face.
Walking into your bedroom, you grab a pair of discarded sweatpants and pull them on over your shorts before step into a pair of slippers, grabbing your keys and phone before rushing out the front door.
You practically sprinted through the halls, nearly losing a shoe in the process. Your heart was racing with exertion and anticipation as you searched for her apartment number.
When you finally reach her door, you stand there for a moment. Hunched over with your hands on your knees, taking a deep breath. You raised a shaky hand to knock on the door but before you could, it was flung open and Emilyâs figure stood in front of you.
âHey, stranger.â She smirked, her scent suddenly overwhelming your senses once again. It reminded you of a gust of cold night air mixed with cigarettes and a rich cologne. Which would prove quite accurate once she stepped aside, inviting you in, noticing the open window and an ashtray still smoking on the windowsill.
âHeyâŠâ You gave her a shy bow of your head, and stepped forward through the door, brushing against her warm, silk-covered chest as you did so.
You smiled proudly to yourself, shocked that youâve managed to get this far with such a magnificent woman.
Placing your keys and phone on the table next to the door, you took a deep breath to ground yourself.
Hearing the door click shut, you spun around to face her. Immediately, youâre met with her strong hands gripping your hips and pulling you in, then pushing you over to and up against the nearest wall.
Her face was mere inches away from yours, close enough for you to feel her breath ghosting at your lips. She smirked again, her blackened irises twinkling in the low light, thumbs pressing into your hip bones causing you to let out a hmph.
âYou know, Y/n⊠I have been dying to get my hands on you ever since I caught you watching me...â She gave you a once over, leaning in close to your ear and nipping at the lobe. âhands in your pants.. playing with yourself like I was some pornoâŠâ She moaned against your neck and you shivered, the closeness becoming all too much.
âFuck EmilyâŠâ Your knees almost gave out when you felt her place a few sloppy kisses on the sensitive underside of your jaw.
Her mouth was so warm and wet, and when she began dragging her tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, the sounds you almost let out couldâve been called in as a noise complaint. Instead, you choked out a soft gasp, bringing your hands up to grasp at her shoulders.
Emily rasped out a chuckle, the vibrations hitting you like a truck. Every sense and nerve ending in your body kicked into top-gear.
âSo responsive and I havenât even touched you yet.â She pulled back and whispered against your lips.
âWell you shouldâŠplease.â Your voice was barely audible, your eyes heavy as they looked up at her through your lashes.
Emily groaned and pressed herself against you, crashing your lips together. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her impossibly closer. Her fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, running over your stomach before squeezing your waist, urging your hips to roll into hers. You couldnât help but to moan at the sensation.
And Emily, being the opportunist she is, used that moment to slip her tongue into your open mouth. You graciously welcomed the wet muscle, closing your lips around it and sucking gently. She hummed, pulling back to continue with her assault of open mouth kisses on your neck.
You let your head roll back, allowing her more access as her teeth scraped against the skin before biting down and sucking a bruise into it.
Your hand ran up the back of her neck, tangling your fingers in her nape and tugging at it gently in an attempt to bring her mouth back to yours.
But Emily had other plans.
âLet's go to the bedroom before I have to carry you there myself.â She smiled and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling your arms from behind her and taking your hand in her own.
âYes, maâam.â You nodded with a near comical enthusiasm. She beamed at your excitement, laughing to herself quietly before dragging you down the hall to her room.
As you passed through the halls, you took in the decor. Walls, covered in pictures of friends and coworkers. A majority of the pictures were a bit old, as she had striking black hair and a baby face, as well as bangs in some. And very very pretty, you might add. The aesthetic of the apartment was overall romantically dark, with lots of black, red, and other warm-toned colors. She had a plethora of lamps and candles lit, adding a sensual ambiance.
âItâs so pretty in here, smells nice⊠you smell so nice.â You giggled, practically fawning over the woman. The arousal that had been rushing to your head putting you in some sort of giggly daze.
âYouâre sweet, thank you⊠you smell very nice too.â She craned her neck to smile at you, causing another giggle to erupt from your chest as you blushed.
You admired her form in front of you. The sway of her hips underneath the silk, her toned legs, the beautiful, multi-tone silver hair that cascaded so gracefully past her shoulders. You looked down at the hand that was intertwined with yours. Her fingers, long and slightly aged with a few prominent veins twisting from her knuckles to her wrist, as well as one thicker vein that travelled up the back of her forearm.
âI like your hands.â You blurted out, blushing, a bit embarrassed after the fact.
âYouâre about to love my hands, baby.â She quipped, and you flushed even harder. Emily chuckled again, pushing the bedroom door open. You followed in behind the woman eagerly, excitement rising like bile in your throat.
Her bedroom was a bit warmer than the rest of the apartment, and it smelt the most like her out of all the other rooms youâd been in. Her large mattress was dressed simply, with two pairs of pillows and a thick, bohemian patterned comforter. The room was kept neat, not a single stray item of clothing to be seen. There was also a faint humming of what sounded like jazz playing from an older-looking sound system in the corner.
Before you can take in your surroundings further, Emily is pressing you down onto the mattress and her body, climbing over you. Your hands immediately attach to her thighs, climbing up towards the apex as she straddles your hips. She runs a hand through her hair, flipping it to the side before leaning down to connect your lips with a smile.
Itâs slow and sloppy and she groans against your mouth when you tightly squeeze the muscle of her upper thigh. Her hands slide under your shirt, nails gently scratching at your stomach before sliding upward, coming to a stop over your breasts and squeezing. You gasp, brows furrowing at the contact. Savoring the way her fingers circle over your nipples before pinching them between her index and middle fingers.
You find Emilyâs mouth again, pressing your tongue past her lips to roll against hers. Her mouth tasted like bitter cigarettes and a hint of mouthwash, assuming she took a swig before you arrived. You wanted to taste her forever.
Gaining a bit of confidence, you begin moving your hands up a bit further, brushing your thumbs over her hips, then towards her pelvis. The muscles in her abdomen flutter beneath your fingertips at the touch. She puffs out a breath and presses further into you.
Emily pulls her hands out from beneath your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your bare chest, the rush of cold air causing the buds to stiffen. She runs her palms over them, you arch into her touch.
Her kisses start to leave your mouth, trailing over your cheeks, down the sides of your neck, over your collarbones, and finally to your chest. She smiles against your skin before taking your nipple between her teeth and tugging it gently.
Moaning aloud at the sharpness of her teeth, your head falls back against the duvet. Pulling a hand away from her thighs, you bury it at the base of her head, holding her tight against you.
âSh-it, EmilyâŠâ you pant, raising up to look down at her, but quickly falling back when her eyes lock with yours as she begins trailing lower on your torso.
You quickly pull your shirt the rest of the way off and Emily giggles against the skin of your belly, kissing, biting, marking. She lets her hair fall like a curtain around her face, the strands tickling you as she descends.
With a final nip directly below your belly button, she peels herself out from your vice-like grip, sliding off your lap and kneeling on the mattress.
You watch as she begins untying her robe, letting it fall off her shoulders and tossing it across the room. You sit up on your elbows, taking in the curves of her body up close.
âMay I?â You nod towards her chest.
âI supposeâŠâ she smirks, placing her hands on the bed behind her and leaning back, pushing her already ample chest out. You couldnât help but stare in awe.
Rolling onto your stomach then matching her position on your knees, you reach out, curling your fingers around the edge of her top and pulling the lace down, letting her breasts spill out.
You hum to yourself, palming the heavy tissue before diving in to place wet kisses over the soft skin. You looked up to watch her face as it screwed into a lust-blown expression while watching your mouth envelope her.
Her skin tasted bittersweet against your tongue, and it was utterly addicting. You wrap your arms around her torso, holding her tight and burying your face between the valley of her breasts, pecking and sucking the pale skin. You could feel Emilyâs breath fanning over your face, cooling the flush on your cheeks.
She let out a soft hum, her head lulling to the side as you sucked a nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the bud before biting into it gently. She lets out a yelp of surprise, hand grasping at the back of your head.
You smiled against her before craning your neck up to kiss her again. She opens her mouth, inviting your tongue in with a faint disparity.
Flinging a leg over her hip and settling into her lap, you urged her back against the pillows, mouths still locked together. Your hands pressed against her chest, squeezing as she pulled you up.
âYouâre a really good kisser.â You whisper against her lips between sloppy kisses, the saliva beginning to spread across your chin and philtrum. Her hands grip your ass through your sweatpants, pulling your pelvis into her.
âMm, so are youâŠâ her nails rake up your nude sides, before wrapping tightly around your breasts.
âOh-â you break the kiss, gasping at the roughness of her touch.
âI love your titsâŠâ you cut her off with an urgent kiss, taking her soft, wet, bottom lip between yours sensually. She pulls back, âso pretty-â you cut her off once again, taking her top lip between yours this time.
âJust shut up and keep touching meâ your hands grip her desperately below her ears. âPleaseâŠâ
Emily groans before forcefully suctioning her mouth to yours, tongues tangling against each other.
You began to roll your hips into her, grinding slowly against the softness of her thigh. She grips at your hips, lifting and pulling you down onto her harder.
You let out a pitchy moan that she immediately swallowed. Her hands slip lower, gripping your ass through the fabric of your sweatpants.
âTake your pants off.â You could feel her smile into the kiss, and you hummed against her.
âHow about you take them off?â You gave her a quick peck before climbing off her lap, falling backwards on the mattress with a giggle.
She smiled at you, raising up on her knees before running her palms from your shins to your thighs, giving them a squeeze before dipping into your waistband and pulling it down.
Once the pants were completely discarded, Emily placed your legs over her shoulders, holding eye contact as she pressed chaste kisses on the inside of your calves. Baring her teeth against the flesh before biting into it.
You let out a moan at the sharpness, but the pain was quickly soothed when she ran her tongue over the mark.
She began moving further up your legs, leaving kisses along their length. Her hands then drove up the back of your thighs, pressing them up and open.
You whine and your body tenses up as her teeth dig into the sensitive skin on the back of your thighs, hands flying out to hold on to the duvet as your hips raise towards her. She chuckles at your deplorable neediness.
âGod.. please.â You release your grip on the bed and move to grasp at her arms as they wrap around your legs, fingertips grazing against the waistband of your shorts.
âI am definitely not God.â Emily humphs, sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, licking over it before turning her head and doing the same on the other side.
âCertainly feels like itâŠâ you pant, running your hand through her hair before balling it up in your fist and tugging it gently. She croons, pulling away from your thighs and crawling up your torso.
You groan at the loss of contact, but quickly quiet down when her mouth attaches to your nipple and her pelvis grinds against your center, still covered by the thin shorts.
âOh-â your mouth falls open at the pressure, releasing a silent moan.
Emily then wraps her arms around your torso and sits back on her heels, pulling you up into her lap once again. Your thighs squeeze around her hips, and your arms loop around her neck, one hand buried in the back of her head while the other grips the skin of her shoulder.
âI want you.â You pant against her open mouth. She moans against yours, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling it softly.
The room has grown sweltering, and the faint saxophone mingling with the sound of your mixed breaths only thickens the atmosphere.
You feel her hand as it slides from its spot on your waist down past the curve of your ass. Youâre practically trembling when her fingers begin to slip past the hem of your shorts.
Her eyes lock with yours when she finally makes contact with your drenched core, watching you. You shudder as her fingers glide through your slit, drawing teasing circles in the slick.
Your head falls against her shoulder with a gasp when she nudges your clit, hips immediately sputtering into a sloppy rhythm. You whimper against the skin of her neck, suckling gently to stifle the uninhibited noises escaping from your throat.
The intensity of it was almost too much. You didnât realize just how strongly you wanted this until now.
Drenched, whining and moaning against the hot neck of your very attractive neighbor, who just so happens to be employed by The FBI (making her inherently hotter), while she plays with your pussy as you straddle her lap.
God those fingers are good. Too good.
So fucking good you can feel yourself rapidly approaching orgasm and sheâs hardly even fucked you yet.
âPut your fingers inside me⊠want you to feel it when I cum for you-OH!â You cry out as she slips two of those delicious fingers easily inside. Rubbing oh-so-sweetly against the spongy spot just past your opening.
âSo fucking wet.. so needy. How close are you, baby? Gonna cum for me?â Emilyâs voice is deep but soft against your ear, and you shiver at the brush of her lips against the cartilage.
âMhm, so close.. I need more.â She hums again, sliding her hand out from behind you and slipping it past the waistband in the front of your shorts.
Her fingers dip down and collect the wetness from your slit, dragging it up to your swollen bud, circling it with a practiced ease.
You're panting hard against her neck, practically humping her hand like a feral dog as she plays with you. You bite into her shoulder with a groan when she slips her fingers back inside you from the new angle
âEmily- oh my god. Keep going.â You chant, leaning back in her grip and bouncing slightly on her hand.
âThatâs so fucking hot, keep riding my fingers, baby.â Emily's eyes are wide, watching your body move with intent. Her mouth hangs open slightly, lips swollen and glistening.
Your whines grow louder when she begins thrusting into you as your hips fall back down on her lap, her palm pressing against your clit.
The knot in your belly is growing by the second now, and you know itâll only be a short while before you're practically seizing against her.
âMâgonna cumâŠâ you pant, breathless and clenching a fist in her hair while the other claws at her back.
âCum for me, baby⊠fuck you feel so good.â Emily practically moans, kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder as her free hand moves to pinch at your nipple.
âFuckfuckfuck⊠oh, Emily-â your body tenses up, thighs quivering as the quaking force of an orgasm hits you.
You let out quick and breathy moans as your hips stutter against Emilyâs stilled hand, fucking the remainder of your orgasm out little by little.
Emilyâs tongue darts out to lap up the beads of sweat that have begun collecting over your collar bones. She then moves up the flushed skin of your neck, placing gentle kisses over the marks she left.
âYouâre gonna have fun covering those upâŠâ She chuckles, kissing up your jaw and over your cheek.
You whip your head around to give her a ridiculous look, something like shock, but also not surprised because you were practically begging for it.
You definitely did not mind being marked by her, in fact it gave you material to think about when youâd inevitably go home and jerk off to just thoughts of her.
âYouâre ridiculousâŠâ you lean in to kiss her, slowly sucking on her bottom lip before tilting your head and opening up for her tongue to slide in.
When she slips her fingers out from your still sensitive sex, a moan falls from your lips and into her awaiting mouth.
You pull away, looking over her perfect face, watching as places her wet digits into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks and sucking your arousal from them.
Your mouth falls open, you could probably cum again just from watching her do that.
But when she brought the same fingers up to your mouth, smearing the wet mixture over your lips and chin before leaning in to kiss you once again, you thought you might die.
The string of saliva that hung between you and Emily was disgustingly hot. So hot in fact, that you just had to take her hand in your own and bring those beautiful fingers back up to suck them clean yourself.
âMm, shitâŠâ she grinned, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
You twirled your tongue slowly between her fingers, savoring the taste of her spit mixed with your own arousal. Closing your lips around the digits, you bobbed your head, taking them as deep in your mouth as you could without gagging.
Emily watched you with an impressed face, chuckling to herself with a quirked brow as you repeated the movement over a few more times.
You pulled her fingers from your mouth with a pop and kissed the tips before tilting your head down and looking up at her through your lashes.
âYou were right about me loving your hands.â You sheepishly giggle, slouching against her body and wrapping your arms around her shoulders again.
âI certainly was.â She laughs, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning back, pulling you down against the pillows with her.
You smile down at her with the new position, arms braced on each side of her head while your bottom settles over her stomach.
âAnd what about mine, hm? Do you think youâll looove my hands, too?â You smiled teasingly, dipping down to kiss her. Placing a few chaste pecks before Emily deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue against your upper lip. Her hands rise up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer so that your chest pressed against hers.
âMm, why donât we put them to the test and find out?â She murmured against your open mouth.
âI like that idea.â You gave her a final deep, wet kiss and pulled away, trailing your lips down to her neck.
Nipping at the soft skin of her throat, you raised yourself off her hips, moving backwards and shoving her legs open with your own so you could settle between them.
âI think itâs time this stupid thing comes off.â You drone, pulling the lace teddy down her torso, leaving gentle kisses on each patch of skin revealed.
âYou loved it.â Emily said frankly, raising her head to watch as you peel the fabric away from her skin.
âMmmâŠI so did.â You groan, nipping at the softness of her lower belly, causing her to yelp and twitch against you. You smiled, placing a kiss over the spot.
Sitting up, you ran your palms over Emilyâs smooth thighs, taking in her flushed state in front of you. Cheeks glazed, hair mused, covered in the marks of your passion. She watches you expectantly, eyes dark and fingers toying with the skin of her lip.
Your eyes drift down to her pelvis that sat in front of yours.
You couldnât help but notice the arousal that had begun seeping through the lace over her center. With a hum and a bite of your lip, you brought your hand down to her pubic bone, resting your fingers on the covered mound while your thumb brushed over the sticky fabric.
Emily grumbled, spreading her legs further and digging her heels into your ass.
âSo wetâŠâ you raise the thumb to your mouth, sucking it in and groaning as you absorb the piquant flavor of Emilyâs arousal. Making sure to look her in the eye as you do so. She hums, eyes glinting with excitement.
âI think I know what I wanna do nextâŠâ you give her a sharp smile before moving to tug the lace down her legs. Emily lets out an almost youthful giggle, shrieking as you forcefully yank the fabric from her body.
âAnd what might that be, y/n?â Emily questions sarcastically, sitting up on her elbows.
âYouâll seeâŠâ You kiss her knees and shins as you scoot even further down the mattress, flattening out on your belly.
You wrap an arm around her thigh, maneuvering it so Emilyâs calf would rest on your shoulder. The other roams up towards her torso, giving her breast a squeeze before tweaking her nipple.
Emily groans, bringing a hand down to your hair, attempting to push your face against her.
âPatience, Chief.â you tsk, pinching her inner thigh.
âYou make it so hard, saying things like that.â Emily whines, head falling back in anguish and her fingers tugging at your scalp.
You canât help but smile up at her from between the columns of her thighs, placing an open mouth kiss on the dewy skin at the apex of her inner thigh.
Her scent is beginning to cloud your ability to think in proper terms. Heady and warm, heat is practically radiating from her sex. You place a gentle kiss on each side of her labia, she lets out a breathy moan.
Before you can get carried away with your mouth, you pull back. Admiring the beauty of her before gliding your thumb through the glistening slit, spreading her folds like a beautiful flower covered in morning dew.
âSo pretty..â you whisper, placing a kiss atop the patch of trimmed hair and then another directly over her slit.
Emily moved to sit up again, reveling in the sight of you worshiping her pussy. Her hand ran through your hair, bunching it into a sloppy almost-ponytail.
âStop teasing.â Thereâs a sternness in her voice that you simply cannot deny. You bring your middle and index fingers up to your mouth, dipping them inside and pulling them out. Looking up to Emilyâs face, you place the moistened pads over her swollen bud. She hisses when you start moving in slow circles, pressing hard then softer with each loop.
The hand in your hair begins pulling tighter, inhaling a sharp breath as the sting becomes more painful.
âMore.â Emily huffs, loosening her grip and smoothing the ruffled mess of your hair down.
âYouâre gonna have to ask nicelyâŠâ your tone is condescending and give her another evil grin before placing more wet kisses on her thighs.
âI want your mouth⊠pleaseâ Emily grumbled, becoming increasingly impatient.
âThere ya go⊠miss big shot, too proud to beg for me to eat her out.â You murmur that last bit before licking a broad stripe over her slit.
Her body arches into your touch, the same hand gripping at your scalp once again as she lets out a breath.
âOh, Iâll beg. You just have to work for itâŠâ her sentence trails off as you close your lips around her clit, sucking on it gently.
You take turns switching between licking and sucking on her pussy, studying all the little things that make her body tick. Every little tweak and touch that makes her hair stand, prickling to attention.
Emily begins letting out a steady stream of soft moans, panting as her head lulls back and raises up again.
âfingers.. please.â Her eyes are pleading when she looks down at you again.
You hum against her, pressing your middle and index finger against her opening. Dipping in slightly before pressing them in all the way. Your eyes are intent on her face as you turn your fingers over, curling up against her pubic bone.
Emily nods swiftly, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure consume her.
Your tongue continues its lazy circles over her clit as your fingers begin pumping inside of her. Curling upward each time your knuckles bottom out against her.
Emilyâs breaths were ragged as she arched her back, grinding against your mouth and hand. Her chest is flushed, and the thin sheen of sweat between her breasts has begun to bead.
âHarderâŠâ the older woman huffs.
You raise up slightly, bringing your knees under you for leverage, pulling your fingers all the way out before pounding them into her once again.
Emily wails a high pitched moan, her fist so tight against your scalp you can feel hairs being plucked from their follicles.
She looks down at you again, slack jawed. Her lips have chapped from all the panting, and her heavy, half-lidded eyes struggle to remain locked on you.
âFuck, youâre so goodâŠâ Emilyâs voice has lost its usual rasp, opting for a more high pitched and needy tone. âKiss me.â She whimpers, curling herself closer to you while also tugging on your head.
You can feel her pussy clench around your fingers in the new position. The curve in her belly, forcing her insides to constrict.
You lick into Emilyâs mouth, breathing in her chants of pleasure as you use your knee for leverage, fucking into her with stupifying force and pace.
âOh fuck, oh fuck-â Emilyâs blunt fingernails dig into the skin of your back, tearing red streaks into the flesh, her face scrunched in concentration.
Youâre panting against her lips, pressing your forehead against her and putting every ounce of stamina you could muster into bringing this godess of a woman to orgasm.
âFuck, y/n baby.. gonna cum.â Emily whines, her hands sliding back up to your head and pulling you into a passionate kiss. She whimpers into your mouth with each strong pump of your fingers, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her.
The lewd sounds of your ministrations fill the room, the wetness of her cunt, splattering over the duvet as well as your arm and leg.
âYou look so pretty.. taking me so well.â You murmur, palm grinding over her clit. Emily lets out a groan and you can feel her thighs begin to tremble.
She pulls you back in, burying her face in your sweaty neck, biting into the skin and wrapping her legs around you tight as she topples over the edge.
Her moans are breathy and quiet, almost cries as she twitches with the shocks of her orgasm in your grasp. Her inner walls clamp down on your fingers and hold them in place while you work her clit gently with your thumb.
Emilyâs bites against your neck turn into sloppy kisses and kitten licks as she comes back down to earth, grip loosening but unmoving from the closeness.
âI think we found our answer.â She pants out a laugh, letting her head fall back against the pillows.
âI think we did.â You chuckle in return, collapsing beside her and resting your head atop of her shoulder. Slipping out her gently, you bring your soiled fingers up to your mouth. Letting the divine taste of her orgasm sink into your tastebuds.
Emily tilts her head to watch, giving you a lazy smile before swatting your hand away and pressing her lips against yours, tasting herself.
She pulls away with a satisfied sigh, letting her limbs fall haphazardly to the bed, but keeping the arm behind your back snug around your shoulder.
She twirls your hair mindlessly as she catches her breath, you inhale the scent of her skin.
âI need a fucking cigarette.â Emily blurts out, you laugh against her collarbone.
âCould I bum one?â You tilt your head to her with a hopeful gaze.
âOnly if you ask nicely.â She mocks, turning to you with a jeering expression.
âPleaseâŠâ you place a few pecks on her neck. âoh please, chief Prentiss,â you kiss her hard on the cheek. âmay I bum a cigarette from you?â You give her your best puppy dog eyes.
âYouâre lucky youâre so cute. Itâs very hard to resist.â She smiles, her dimples on full display.
You lean in, placing a gentle kiss to her bottom lip.
âNot so bad yourself, Chief.â You wink, sitting up and turning your body towards her.
âOh, cut that out.â Emily swats at your thigh, a bashful glow creeping up her cheeks.
You move to roll out of the bed and Emily follows, picking her discarded robe from the floor and throwing it on, not bothering to tie it.
She pads over to the closet, pulling out a matching robe from the rack and tossing it at you. She buckles over in laughter when it hits you square in the face.
âYou think youâre sooo funny.â You gave her a deadpan look, putting a hand on your hip after you secured the silk over your shoulders.
âOh, Iâm hilarious.â Emily grins, walking past you and waving for you to follow her out the bedroom door. And you followed just like a puppy does its mother.
Entering the living area, Emily plops herself into the chair by the cracked windows. Grabbing the open pack of cigarettes, placing one in her mouth and lighting it up.
She looks over at your form, standing awkwardly in the center of the room.
She pats her lap, signaling for you to take a seat on her knee. You immediately beam, prancing over and plopping yourself down on her.
Emily chuckles to herself, grabbing another cigarette and placing it against your awaiting lips. She leans in, pressing the glowing end of hers against yours, lighting it.
That mightâve been the hottest thing youâve ever seen and you literally just fucked this woman silly.
âHot.â You plainly state. Emily smiles, taking a drag and blowing it up into the air.
And there you sat, comfortably curled up in the lap of your gorgeous older neighbor, after being deliciously fucked, smoking one of her cigarettes.
Quite possibly the greatest night of your life.
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I Just Wanna See You Shine (r.c.)
contains: smut (18+), swearing.
rafe cameron x overachiever!reader
summary: everyone counted on you to be the valedictorian, the go-to for tough subjects and the one who never got in trouble. one day, rafe cameron had came up to you for some tutoring but it turns out he was just paying for the pleasure of your company.
i just wanna see you shine âcause i know you are a stargirl.
if everybody was betting on valedictorian, everybody would be betting on you. you were the one person who had it all figured out; high grades, perfect attendance, a reputation for never stepping out of line.
no drama. no distractions. no boyfriend. you were the only person who actually cared about deadlines, assignments and getting into a good college even as a rich kid.
at kildare academy, no one really cared about what you did or didnât do. everyone was rich, privileged, and used to getting what they wanted.
graduation wasnât a huge deal; chances for success were handed to you with a silver spoon. the kooks had money, connections, and opportunities waiting for them at every turn. even if they flunked a test, theyâd still get into the best colleges, all thanks to their familiesâ influence and wealth.
people didnât expect much from your personal life, if anything, they just assumed you didnât have one, too busy studying to bother with parties or boys. and even if you did, rafe cameron would be the last name anyone would think of.
he was everything you werenât; wild, reckless, the kind of guy who didnât care about grades or the future. he drove fast cars, lived life with no sense of direction. and you? you were the complete opposite.
right now, youâd find yourself breaking a rule you swore youâd never cross, all because of that stupid boy.
you knew he was up to no good the minute he slipped those silver glasses off of your face.
this was the tenth-ish guttural moan rafe had let out. his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he feels your walls squeezing around him. rafe was completely lost to the need, the primal desire for you. the one thing missing from his great list of achievements. his body strained with the effort to resist the urge to take you, to make you his.
rafe was completely at your mercy, completely undone, his body twitching with need as you moved your hips against him. his eyes were locked onto yours, his stare desperate and pleading, his voice a ragged whisper as he moaned your name over and over again, each repetition edged with a hint of desperation, as if he couldnât stand to be without you for even a moment.
âwhy are you so fucking good at this?â he breathed out, a little surprised, but also impressed. his mouth hanging open with every movement.
âone terrible experience,â you replied matter-of-factly. âi didnât bother with anyone else. i donât waste time. iâm a fast learner, though. especially when it comes to⊠watching. visual things tend to stick.â
you never wouldâve imagined that rafe cameron, the kook prince, the guy who practically owned kildare island, would be wrapped around your little finger. but somehow, he was.
his mouth watered as you leaned over him, your boobs hovering so close to his mouth. his hands clenching around the bedsheets, his body rigid as he waits for you to say something.
rafe swallowed hard, his breath coming in quick gasps, his entire body tense and straining with the effort to hold back. the effort to stop himself from rolling you both over and to stop himself from fucking you so dirty, but in this moment, rafe was completely under your control, and he knows it. he can't help but want you.
âyou can touch me.â you held onto his shoulder for some sense of control as you continued rolling your hips. rafe let out a low, guttural moan as you gave him permission, his eyes closing briefly as he waited for you to descend closer. then he leaned upwards, taking your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he suckles you, his hands moving to your hips, holding you in place.
rafeâs hips bucked up into you as he slid himself deeper, his voice a low, ragged moan. âyou feel so good..â he gasps. âfeel so damn goodâŠi canât get enough of youâŠfuckâŠâ
âyeah?â your thumb moved to rub over his bottom lip. âcanât get enough of me?â
rafeâs hands grabbed at your hips, his touch nearly painful.
âweâre gonna do this again, and again, and again, darlinâ,â he muttered, his voice low and rough as he thrusted up into you. âallâ slap. ânight.â slap. âlong.â slap.
you pulled on your clothes, moving quietly as rafe laid there, worn out and more exhausted than youâd ever seen him. but that smile tugging at the creases of his lipsâhis smirk that you knew so well was still there. his voice broke the silence, his tone lazy, but with that familiar edge of smugness. âlooks like i got something, or someone, to add to my collection,â he said, the words carrying a challenge, as though he was satisfied by the moment but still trying to hold some control.
as you reached for your shoes, he propped himself up on one elbow, his voice thick with that cocky tone as he started running his mouth again. âwell, well, look at you. the overachiever, the one everybody thought was untouchable, sucked right into my world.â rafe let out a low chuckle and his eyes locked onto yours. "guess it fits the narrative. you were the only thing missing from the story.â
you stood up, slipping on your shoes but you couldn't help the grin that tugged at your lips even if his words punched your ego so badly.
moving closer, you leaned down slightly, lowering your voice to a seductive whisper. "if you tell anyone," you said, your words deliberate, "iâll have to tell them about how you were so willing to submit and how you were shaking and almost crying under my control.â
without giving him a chance to say anything back, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, a short one but it left a spark behind. you walked confidently to the door, not glancing back until you reached the threshold.
âsee you around, kook prince,â you tossed your bag over your shoulder. rafe shifted, a devilish smirk lighting up his face, and replied with that trademark cockiness, âsee you around, princess.â
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Tipping Point
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~1.4k
Warnings: sexual tension, implied smut
Summary:Â Your aunt signs you up for shooting lessons with Spencer Reid. You get more than you bargained for when you go.
Square Filled:Â alex blake (2022) for @spencerreidbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Not having a job is really kicking your ass. All you do is stay at home and flip through magazines and shows youâve already watched. Since your parents died, your aunt has taken you under her wing. The housing and renting market is a joke right now, so youâre living with her until you can go to school. You want to go into her field since you look up to her so much, but the school year doesnât start for another three months.
So, youâre just trying to pass the time by reading magazines and watching shit reality shows.
Aunt Alex walks downstairs after getting ready for work, and she goes to the kitchen where the full pot of coffee you brewed is waiting for her.
âSo, what do you have planned for today?â she asks.
âWell, at ten, I want to cure diseases, and at two, I plan on writing a thesis on String Theory. Why? Do you have something planned? I can see if I can fit you in,â you say sarcastically.
âYouâre so funny,â she rolls her eyes playfully. âThereâs actually something I want you to do for me.â
âWhatâs up?â
âI signed you up for shooting lessons. One of my coworkers is teaching the class, and he knows youâre coming. Your appointment is at two.â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Sheâs been nagging you to take shooting lessons ever since you moved in with her.
âAunt AlexâŠâ
âY/N, listen, your mother wasnât prepared and look where it got her. Iâm not letting the same thing happen to you.â
Sheâs right. Your father died shortly after you were born so your mom was the protector. There was an invasion one night and she wasnât able to protect herself against the intruder. She died fighting to save you. Alex sees evil every single day, and it would break her heart if you weren't prepared for the worst.
âFine, Iâll go,â you sigh.
âGood. Itâs at two. Donât be late.â
âI wonât.â
The morning is filled with reality TV, and the early afternoon is when you prepare to go to this lesson. What should you wear? A dress might be too much so you pick out a nice pair of jeans and a loose shirt. Once ready, you leave the house and head over to the shooting range. Youâre not sure who from her team is going to be teaching you. Youâve never met them but you do know them by name. David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Spencer Reid. You donât think Rossi or Hotch will teach you so it has to be either Derek or Spencer.
The shooting range is empty, probably due to Alexâs influence. She wanted whoever is teaching it to focus on you the whole time.
âHello? Anyone here?â
âIn the back!â
You walk to the back and see a tall and slender man putting away supplies. From Penelopeâs use of the phrase âChocolate Thunderâ (thanks to Aunt Alex repeating it several times), you know this is Spencer Reid. Spencer turns and youâre immediately floored by how attractive he is. Youâve met your fair share of men and have hooked up with more than one of them, but Spencer is on a whole other level.
This is a man right here. Youâre into older men, too. Youâre not sure how old he is but he canât be more than thirty-five.
He walks over to you with a smile. âHi, Iâm Spencer Reid. Alex said you were coming over.â No words are coming out so you just nod instead. âHave you ever shot a gun before?â Again, you can only shake your head. âDonât worry, Iâll teach you.â
He takes you over to the area where you shoot and shows an array of guns on the table next to it. He picks up the smaller one and hands it over to you.
âWow, this is heavier than I thought it was going to be,â you chuckle when you grab it.
âYeah, donât let that scare you. This is a very easy gun to use. First, safety.â
Spencer takes the gun from you and puts it on the table before grabbing a pair of earmuffs and safety glasses. You look up at him as he slides the earmuffs over your ears, and he looks into your eyes. He briefly looks down at your lips but it was so quick that you could have been imagining it.
âDoes that fit well?â
Even through the earmuffs, his voice is like honey. You nod and he moves onto the glasses. He slides them on despite you having full capabilities of doing this yourself. You look down and the glasses slide off your face entirely, and you chuckle shyly. Both you and Spencer lean down to pick it up, and your hand bumps against his.
It was just a bump but that sends shockwaves through your body. Based on how Spencer is looking at you, you know he felt the same. This is different than any fling you had. Youâve never felt this type of attraction toward another man.
âSorry,â you whisper.
âItâs okay.â He grabs the glasses. âLet me get another pair.â Spencer leaves and returns with a smaller pair. âAre those okay?â
âBetter,â you smile.
âOkay, take the gun and turn the safety off.â You pick up the gun and flip the little switch. Spencer steps closer to you, so close that you can feel his body heat behind you. Butterflies flutter in your stomach but you try to ignore them. âHere, hold it like this.â
He reaches around you and fixes the way you hold the gun. He has to press himself closer to your back, and you silently thank Aunt Alex for setting this up for you.
âAm I holding it right?â you ask.
âYes.â
His breath is hot against your neck, and you swear you can feel your panties dampening a little bit.
âNow what?â
âShoot.â You aim at the target in front of you and shoot three times, all of the bullets not hitting the target but on the paper outside of it. âOkay, next time, donât close one eye. That actually doesnât help.â
âOkay,â you chuckle. âSorry.â
âItâs okay. Try again. This time, try to aim for the heart.â
You aim at the target but freeze when you feel Spencerâs hand sliding up your arms and down to your waist. How can you think about this when all you can think about is his hands on your body? You shoot the target twice, both of the bullets hitting the target. However, one hit his leg and the other hit his hand.
âBetter?â
âYeah, a bit. Are you sure youâve never shot a gun before?â
âNever.â
âFor a first-timer, youâre doing a lot better than other newbies.â
âThanks,â you smile. âI just have a really great teacher.â
Spencer spends the next thirty minutes teaching you how to shoot multiple different guns. By the time youâre done, the sexual tension is high. Spencer steps back from you and you regret not failing more just so you can feel his body against yours.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough for today. I do think you might benefit from one more lesson. Are you free next week?â
âYes,â you say too quickly. âI mean, I can make that work. Just let me know.â
âGreat.â
Spencer removes your glasses and then your earmuffs while staring into your eyes the whole time. The tension between you two is like a boiling pot of water. Itâs going to overflow any second now, and you canât wait to see what will happen when he snaps. He looks down at your lips and you lick them slowly, and that seems to be the tipping point.
He grabs your waist and pulls you into him before slamming his lips on yours. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you up with ease, setting you on the small table so youâre up to his height. Spencer slides his tongue along your bottom lip, but he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck instead of licking inside your mouth.
âAlex is going to kill me,â he mutters between kisses.
âWhat she doesnât know wonât hurt her,â you moan.
Spencer pulls back and kisses you once again. If you knew this was waiting for you, you would have taken lessons a lot sooner.
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Billy Butcher x you oneshot!
Billy knows how to really take care of you when you need it mostâŠ
18+ only smut, piv, cock warming, creampie
Merry Christmas! đ
~*~*~
It was getting late. Butcher was watching a movie on the couch, but you were sitting at the table, finishing up some work.
When you were finally done, you gave a huge sigh of relief and checked your email one last time.
"Fuck," you groaned as you opened the 5th message from your boss that night asking you for a report on one of your projects. Frustration and tension and anxiety surged inside of you like the tide, and for a moment all you could do was sit there and stare at the screen.
Butcher had paused halfway through his movie as he got up to get a drink and seemed to sense what was happening. Honestly, you were stressed a lot these days. Most of the time he wouldn't notice, or at least would just let you be but right now you felt like you were at your tipping point.
"C'mere doll," he said from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to tell him you were busy, but the fierce look in his eyes told you he was not going to take no for an answer.
You sighed when you stood up and went over to him but all you were thinking was 'he noticed.'
Butcher slid his hands around your waist, tugging you against him. "You've been workin' too hard."
All of the breath in your lungs seemed to escape in one big whoosh. "It's just how it is this time of year.
I just have one more report to work on. And I need to do my laundry. And it's Thursday."
Butcher leaned back, lifting his eyebrow at you.
"Dusting day," you explained meekly.
Billy gave you a look. "I'll do yer laundry with mine and dustin' can wait. What can I do tonight to make ya sit still for a while and let yerself go?"
You leaned forward wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad chest. He was right, you felt like you were about to collapse but there was still so much to do...
"Maybe just hold me," you said softly.
"I'd be chuffed, love, but yer mind would still be whirlin' wouldn't it. Need somethin' to distract that pretty head o' yours too."
He rubbed your back for a moment as he thought and a soft, but tired, little sound escaped your throat. He knew you, and he knew it had to be something different to truly get your mind off of your worries right now.
He glanced at the tv where the movie was paused, then back to you. "Up for a little playin', love? I've got an idea."
The look in his eye told you it was something interesting and you couldn't help immediately being intrigued. "Maybe...what would I have to do?"
"Nothin' love. Go and change inta somethin' comfy. Just a shirt, nothin' else, then come back out and sit with me."
"Ok." You gave him a kiss before you retreated into your shared bedroom.
When you came back out he was sitting on the couch and he groaned as soon as he saw you.
"Fuck me," he muttered.
You grinned at him, pleased. You'd changed into one of his shirts, and you'd left it unbuttoned, though it was pulled around you at the moment. It was soft and it barely came to the tops of your thighs.
"Well c'mon," he husked, patting his lap and letting his heated gaze roam over you.
You climbed into his lap kneeling over him and sitting back on his thighs. "If your idea is to fuck me..." you deadpanned.
He smirked wickedly, his hands sliding to your hips. "Nah it ain't that. You know you'd be comin' in minutes, love, then you'd be right back to your troubles again wouldn't ya? Need somethin' to relax yer brain fer a lot longer than that. Besides I need t'finish me film."
Well...he wasn't wrong.
For a moment you met his eyes, gleaming with mischief, and you could feel his cock swelling beneath you...and then you realized what he wanted to do. A surprising pulse of lust surged through your veins and you knew you were immediately wet for him. It wasn't something you'd ever thought of before but now that you did...now that you did you were more than eager to try. That might actually work.
His hazel eyes glinted with desire even as they darkened. "Be a good girl and get me cock out, yeah?"
You swallowed, nodding your head and sliding back off his lap. He gave you a look and you obeyed instantly, working his belt free and opening his jeans. He shifted his hips so you could tug them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and ready for you.
"How do you want me?" you whispered.
"Facin' the telly, yeah? Wouldn't want you to miss the rest o' the film."
You hadn't really seen the first half as you'd been working at the same time, but you had a feeling that didn't matter. And maybe it would help to have something to watch to help distract you from his...distracting.
You stood up and turned around as he slid one big hand around the base of his cock to steady it, and gripped your hip with the other.
"Ready, doll," he murmured low, and you moved to sit on him slowly, his hand positioning you with a tight grip.
When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, a little moan left your lips but he kept guiding you down without pause.
"Fuck..." you breathed. Without much preparation, the fit was tight and he stretched you almost uncomfortably but you knew your body would adjust.
"Fuckin' hell, love, your gushin'," he groaned. "Must've liked this idea more than I realized."
You wanted to argue but a broken moan was all that left your lips. You took a breath as you took him all way, you ass quickly pressing flush against his thighs. "Oh my god..." you whimpered. Syrupy pleasure flooded through your body, making your clit throb and your cunt flutter around his length as you thought about staying like this.
Billy gripped your hips hard with both hands and you felt another gush of wetness around his cock. "Easy now. Take a deep breath fer me, love. Yer gonna have to calm down if you yer gonna be a good girl and let me keep ya on me cock till I'm done watchin'."
"Oh fuck," you moaned breathily, closing your eyes and biting your lip hard. Breathe.
His hands rubbed soothingly over your hips and outer thighs and you took a slow deep breath and licked your lips, focusing on the tv in front of you. You caught sight of the time bar and you almost groaned at the amount of time that was left, just a little less than an hour. Breathe.
He felt so thick inside of you, the size of him alone lighting up every nerve ending you had. But you had a long way to go so you took another deep breath, and finally your body let go of some of the tension, just a little.
That's my girl," Billy murmured low from behind you. He slid one arm around you and urged you to lean back against his chest. "Just rest here for a bit, filled up with me cock, not thinkin' 'bout nothin' else."
Your only answer was another whimper and he gave a low chuckle.
Starting the movie again, he moved a pillow to your side, and another on his shoulder so you could rest your head against it and still watch the movie. Your bare legs were draped over his jean clad thighs and you had to be careful not to let his open zipper scrape across your inner thighs or worse. Incentive not to move, you supposed.
You swallowed again, trying hard not to clench around him, but you couldn't help the little flutters of your cunt anytime his cock twitched or he shifted even the tiniest bit.
How he was keeping his own control so easily, you had no idea. Probably had a wank in the shower earlier, you sighed to yourself.
His chest was warm against your back and his big hand was rubbing your thigh. You really tried to watch the movie, but fuck, he was so deep like this. His cock was fiery hot inside of you and you swore you could feel the veins that ran the length of it. You felt every inch af him.
Minutes ticked by slowly, and you did your best for almost 15 of them, but as pleasure continued to pool in your center, and your body adjusted to his size, relaxing and taking him deeper, all you could think about was getting relief. You were dripping and you were sure he could feel it, but still he seemed as relaxed as ever, lazily stroking your thigh as he watched the tv.
Then before you could try to stop yourself, your hips rocked on top of his lap and a soft little cry escaped as bliss erupted inside you, making your whole body tense and buzz, making your fingertips tingle.
Billy rumbled and caught your hips with both hands, gripping hard, holding you still. "No movin', doll."
Your clit throbbed helplessly, completely neglected and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining pathetically, clenching your hands on your thighs.
"Breathe," he murmured, his beard tickling the curve of your neck as he leaned forward. You took a gulp of air, and then another, not even realizing you'd stopped.
Breathe.
Finally, you caught your breath and your lust lowered back to a simmer.
"That's a good girl fer me," Billy said, kneading your hips in reward but all you could do was groan at his praise and it made your cunt flutter around him again.
"Don't say that," you whimpered.
He gave a quiet laugh and patted your leg. "We'll have to keep practicin' this," he said low against the shell of your ear, then went back to watching the movie.
You slumped back against his broad chest again and his arm came around you. Instead of thinking about the way his cock was filling you, you tried to focus on letting your palm play over the little hairs on his forearm. After another 15 minutes, a hazy-sweet fog started to drift over your mind, some combination of dazed and still wildly turned on.
Anytime he moved it sent a jolt of pleasure through you but you were starting to get used to it, learning to let it soften into your body, banking it for later. After a while you couldn't even tell where he ended and you began, he was just a part of you.
At some point you must have completely spaced out, because you suddenly realized the tv was off. Billy was smoothing his hands slowly over your stomach and your thighs and your hips, still thick and big inside of you.
"Did I do it?" you murmured languidly.
Billy leaned closer, kissing the side of your neck, his mustache and his beard scratching sensitive skin spectacularly. "You did it. Such a good girl. My girl..."
You made a lilting, blissful sound and wrapped your fingers around his forearms, desperately needing to hold on to something.
"Think you can come for me now, pet?" His voice was gravelly and rough in your ear.
"Mmmm...mmhmm..." You gripped his arm tighter, unable to get your mind to even form another word. Every single worry was completely gone and you couldn't care less about anything except this right here.
Billy shifted underneath you, pushing his jeans further down his thighs and the movement made him thrust up into you.
You cried out, trembling with need, and he made a low sound to soothe you. "I've got ya, love. I'll take care now..."
It was too much to hold yourself up so you fell back against him and he rumbled approvingly. The vibration in his chest only added to your pleasure.
He pulled the edges of his shirt that you were wearing apart so you were totally exposed and tugged it down so your shoulders were bare but didn't bother taking it all the way off. Then he wrapped his hands around your bare waist and began to thrust up into you. "Fuck," he groaned. "Wasn't gonna last much longer either, love."
One of his big hands slid up to engulf your breast, kneading the weight of it in his palm then pinching your tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart stuttered as you gasped for breath, every nerve lighting up. Billy knew how to make your body sing.
Lifting one arm, you curled it around him to thread your fingers through his hair and let your eyes flutter closed, just feeling him.
Every single thrust hit the right spot and made you whimper or moan or cry. Pleasure seemed to only crest higher and higher inside you, no limit in sight.
Within moments, as he had predicted earlier, you were on the brink of orgasm, but you wanted more, needed it. Grabbing at his hand on your waist, you pushed it down, guiding his fingers to where you were joined.
Billy moaned, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "Mmmm, needy little thing, ain't ya..." he teased, but he deftly nestled two fingertips right over your swollen clit.
The second he started to circle over the throbbing nub your bliss heightened ten-fold...it had been left ignored for too long.
Your cries now were so much that you vaguely wondered if the neighbors would be concerned but there was nothing you could do, and Billy didn't seem to care at all.
His fingers slowed when he sensed you were almost there and he used his free hand to move your knees to the outside of his so he could push your legs farther apart with his own, wide open for him, and stuffed full.
Then his fingertips returned to their fast, slick circles with haste.
The eruption of your climax happened immediately. Your entire body tensed in pleasure, wave after wave crashed through you in relentless pulses as he continued to stroke your clit.
The growl Billy let loose against your shoulder in response was earth-shaking. You had never felt an orgasm this intense before and you could tell your thighs and his fingers and his cock were drenched.
"Fuckin' "ell," he groaned. He moved to grip your hips with both hands one last time, the fingers on one hand still slick with you, and he bucked up into you, rough and erratic as his own orgasm began.
Burying his face against the curve of your neck, he bit down, moaning, low and gruff.
Broken whimpers and unintelligible words fell from your lips as every sensation continued to bounce and ping through your body like a pinball machine.
You could feel his come, hot and thick, spurting deep inside you. It felt just as good as everything else this night.
By the end of it you were completely expended, weak in his lap. You wouldn't be able to move even if the apartment caught on fire.
Billy was slumped into the couch now too, but his arms were around you and he was still inside you.
You had no idea how long the two of you lazed there, but eventually Billy regained his strength.
You whimpered as he finally slid out of you then gathered you up in his arms.
Your own strength was long gone and it was not coming back. He carried you into the bathroom and you were too fucked out to even care he stayed. After he cleaned both of you up, he scooped you up again and set you on the bed. He found your favorite, softest long t-shirt to sleep in and tucked you in. In the next minute he was sliding under the blankets too and he hauled you against his chest.
"Alright love?" he murmured.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmhmmmm." You were nestled in his arms, his skin warm beneath you and your face pressed to his shoulder. You wanted to say thank you but you were pretty sure only a mumble of half-formed words came out. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head only seconds before you were out.
You couldn't go to work the next day, much to Butcher's smug amusement.
~*~*~
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White Scarf
James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: âYouâre wearing my scarf,â you replied, narrowing your eyes. âOh, this?â James looked at the accessory as if he had just noticed it. âI thought it was asking to be worn. And, letâs face it, it looks good on me, donât you think?â
Warnings: none
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It was impossible not to notice. The white scarf, which until two days ago had been hanging on the coat rack in your room, now casually rested around Jamesâs neck. He didnât seem the slightest bit concerned about hiding it. In fact, it almost seemed like he was flaunting the accessory as he walked across the Quidditch field, holding the broom on his shoulder with the same ease he wore that unbearably charming smile.
You watched him from a distance, arms crossed, trying to decide whether to be irritated or just resigned. Irritated because, well, it was your scarf. But resigned⊠because James Potter with your scarf seemed like something straight out of a dream. His rebellious black hair danced in the cold breeze, his vibrant blue eyes shining even more behind his glasses, and the carefree way he wore the stolen piece made your heart race.
When he finally realized he was being watched, he looked up in your direction, his smile widening as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And maybe he did. With a deliberate move, James adjusted the scarf around his neck and walked toward you, his steps long and confident.
âDo you like the new look?â he asked, stopping right in front of you. The closeness made the familiar scent of wood and mintâso characteristic of himâinvade your senses.
âYouâre wearing my scarf,â you replied, narrowing your eyes.
âOh, this?â He looked at the accessory as if he had just noticed it. âI thought it was asking to be worn. And, letâs face it, it looks good on me, donât you think?â
You couldnât help the smile that threatened to appear on your lips, but you tried to keep a serious expression. âThat doesnât explain why you thought you could just take it.â
âBecause,â James began, leaning slightly forward until your faces were just a few inches apart, âI like to smell you on it.â
The response caught you completely off guard, and you blinked, confused, as the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. âWhat?â
âItâs true.â He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âIt smells like you. And if I canât have you around all the time, this is the next best thing.â
You tried to come up with a response, but the words simply didnât come. How could he be so disarming and sweet at the same time?
âBesides,â James continued, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips, âI thought this way youâd have an excuse to get closer to me. You know, to take it back.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you murmured, shaking your head, but the tone of your voice couldnât hide the amusement.
âI prefer the term âcharming,ââ he replied, leaning even closer until his nose brushed yours. âBut you can call me whatever you want, as long as you keep looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â you asked, though you knew exactly what he meant.
âAs if Iâm the only thing that matters in the world.â
He got you again. He always knew exactly what to say to make your heart do flips. Before you could answer, James tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was both light and full of affection. His fingers reached up to gently touch your face, holding it as if you were something too precious to lose.
When he finally pulled away, still with his lips just inches from yours, he whispered, âIf you want, I can give the scarf back. But honestly, I think it likes me more now.â
You laughed, shaking your head, and this time, it was you who surprised him, pulling him into a quick kiss before whispering against his lips, âMaybe Iâll let you keep it. For now.â
âFor now?â James raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself.
âYeah. But only because you look really good in it.â
He smiled as if he had just won the Quidditch Cup, wrapping you in his arms and spinning you around in the air before setting you back down on the ground.
âThatâs enough for me,â he said, still smiling, adjusting the scarf around his neck like it was a trophy. âBut just to be sure, Iâm going to take the sweater too.â
âDonât you dare!â you replied, laughing as you gently pushed him.
âOh, is that a challenge?â James asked, his eyes shining with that mix of mischief and adoration that made you feel like the most special person in the world.
And, as he pretended to chase after you across the field, clearly determined to steal another piece of your clothing, you realized that with James, every moment was so full of love and laughter that you couldnât imagine a better place to be.
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colour me in: photograph (teaser) | jjk (m)
Summary:Â With both your and Jungkook's careers seemingly peaking, the future feels promising and bright. Yet, amidst the glowing hope, one single phone call dims the light in the rooms of your shared home.
âł pairing: Jungkook x reader âł rating: 18+ âł genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; angst, fluff, smut âł warnings: [redacted spoiler that shall drop with the chapter], tears, sadness/grief, doubts, tender moments, talk of jk's future and his art, support, jk's dad, surprises, (talk of) a break up oop, mention of children (i guess that's a warning lol), explicit sexual content: let-out-some-steam-sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk, he's actually insane. more details shall be added on drop day; the ending.. <3 âł word count: around 760 for the teaser; 25-30k for the chapter âł a/n: get ready, it's gonna hurt for a whiiile now :') as always, come n talk to me about this đ€ âł listen to: holo by leehi | full collaborative playlist đ€
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âYou do know that weâre supposed to meet up with them in like,â you drop your eyes to your wrist, pulling back the sweater to unveil your watch, âforty minutes, right?â
âAnd you think theyâll complain about some extra time alone?â
You deliver a blank stare, not a single blink as you watch him shrug a shoulder. He sports a smirk that you wouldâve clenched your jaw to months ago, but today, even if you wonât admit it right this second, it amuses you.
He laughs when you stand there unmoving, like a stick figure silently reprimanding a lethargic boyfriend. You hate to break, but when the contagious chuckle infects you, too, you feel a light wave of relief and serotonin ripple through you violently.
Jungkook hasnât left vacation mode just yet; while the work for the gallery is still ongoing and he diligent, you catch him slouching ever so often, doodling away at times. Youâll confess, the grey outside is tiring; different from the sunnier countryside you left behind.
Thereâs a sort of post-bliss blues that even you can hardly shake off.
âYou canât deny that, can you?â he utters amidst his melodious laugh, and you roll your eyes, taking two big steps towards him â much like two days ago.
âI donât have to deny it to still teach you the importance of punctuality, right? Get up,â you say, smacking his hip â and he uses the opportunity to lift his arm from under his head, reaching for you, but⊠failing. âUh-uh. Enough with your tricks. Get up.â
Last night still wasnât enough â is it ever? Youâre not surprised; neither by his thirst nor by your own inner, involuntary reactions. But no time. Itâs rude to let people wait.
And you know exactly what Jimin would say â tease â if the two of you arrived at the double lunch date with him and Yoongi too late again.
Jungkookâs voice turns half into a yawn, half into a sigh, tired when he responds, âYes, maâam.â
This should do.
But since everything good comes in three, and just for good measure, you add another laser-glance, shooting at him in warning to lift his ass and meet you ready once you are, too. A playfully sigh breathed, you amble to the bathroom, make up awaiting on the sink from when you put it there this morning.
This shouldnât take long; youâre opting for the minimalistic approach today.
As the hues colour your lips and fill your lashes, you hum a random melody you canât quite identify. Itâs quiet in the apartment until it isnât â and when Jungkookâs voice chimes, your hand halts mid-mascara-stroke, assuming heâs calling for you.
Heâs not; you understand this much when he greets the person on the other end in his liveliest tone at first, volume decreasing as the conversation continues. Heâs soon hushed enough for you to not really make out proper words anymore. Hums here and there â Jungkook doesnât seem to say much at all.
Perhaps itâs Yoongi, or Tae, telling a story. Narrating recent occurrences, the joys and pains that emerged and shrivelled on the vacation that you werenât part of anymore.
You donât ask just yet, decide not to disturb.
You finish up whatever is left of your routine, setting the make up and ruffling through your hair, adding volume. When the talk heâs indulging in still remains when you deem yourself ready, you let out a breather and step back into the bedroom.
Still in the same clothes and with the untamed hair as his crown, Jungkookâs gaze is lowered, fingers barely curled into the sheets. Heâs sat up now; you see his Adamâs apple bob when you walk in. Instinctively and immediately, you blurt, âNow what did I tell you just a moment agoââ
But the jest dries in your throat and then fades, as dead as Jungkookâs eyes when he looks up at you. Or maybe⊠maybe theyâre not dead.
More so â in disbelief. As if he hasnât really fathomed what heâs just heard, mind sprinting in circles, attempting to understand.
His chest isnât moving as it should, and just in general, his body emits inner trouble. Distress. When he lifts his pupils and shifts them towards you, it looks as if heâs hoping that your presence could reverse reality, as if youâre pulling him out of the inevitable quicksand.
But you canât. You get it; see it right away.
Because the watery gaze and the gap between his lips, this expression, are new to you, no matter how many of his aches youâve mended. And you guess it has something to do with what his conversation partner just said.
Something that certainly wasnât part of todayâs agenda at all.
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Kiss of Life ⥠Dean
Summary: Dean, who you believe doesn't like you, needs your aid in healing his wounds.
Word count: 1,124
Warnings: Mentions of blood
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Dean had told you to stay behind this hunt, back at the motel. He said he could handle this one with Sam by themselves. You agreed. It was a small hunt. After all, it concluded a meager pack of werewolves in Cincinnati. You had been holed up in this room for just over 12 hours when Dean comes rushing through the door with blood all over his hands.
âHey- Oh my God!â you exclaim, throwing your book onto the covers and you scramble over to Dean. He stands there with a cross look on his face, wafting you away from him.
âIâm fine, just let meâŠâ He says, turning around toward the kitchenette and turning the tap on. You force yourself to stand in front of him, to get a better look. You gently remove his hand from his face, and he lashes back. âGet out of my face!â He yells, you flinch and you take a few steps back.
Yours and Deans relationship has been a tricky one, multiple ups and downs, arguments over silly things, then making up a day later. Youâre unsure on what youâd say your status is with him, as you can go from friends to strangers.
Sam has always tried to convince you he doesnât hate you, but itâs hard to believe when he acts so irrational.
You watch him attempt to clean himself up, using a damp paper towel to try and get the dried blood off of his skin.
âDean,â you say, almost a whisper, but he doesnât listen.
âDean-â
âY/N, fucking move.â He growls. He goes to push you aside again, and you refuse to this time.
âNo! Stop being a fucking asshole and let me help you! For Godsâ sake, Dean! You retorted; A part of him doesnât know whether to be proud of you for sticking up for yourself or whether to be annoyed at you for not listening to him.
You take his arm and pull him toward you; you take a dishcloth and some warm water and gently rub at his hands and his wrists. Heâs standing there watching you take such cultivated care of him, like itâs second nature. âLook up,â you instruct, placing a finger under his chin. He obeys, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. You examine his face and check for cuts and bruises. He has one clear cut across his cheekbone, which seems to be the verdict for the amount of blood all over him. It glides down from the height of his cheekbone, right down to the middle of his cheek. You let go of his chin and stand back.
âAnything on your body?â You ask, and he hesitates.
âUh⊠I donââ
âTake your shirt off.â You snap. He slowly takes his shirt off, revealing his toned torso, shimmering from tiny beads of sweat from the hunt heâs just endured. You canât help but admire him, but also trying to make it seem like youâre checking him for injuries.
He slowly turns around, allowing you to scan fast enough without being too thorough. âAlright, you look fine,â You catch his eye. Dean smirks cheekily. âNot like that.â You brush him off, although he canât know you did mean it like that.
He throws his shirt back on, and you fumble around in your bag for bandages and ointment. Dean takes a seat at the table and waits for you.
He hasnât said a peep toward you since you snapped back at him, assuming itâs because heâs scared to rile you up again. You pick out some gauze and medical tape, even though itâs not the best material to use. At least it would stop it from bleeding and getting infected. Taking the ointment and scooping a little onto the fabric, you spread it around, so itâs completely covered. You take a washcloth and wet it again. You place yourself down next to Dean, giving him a reassuring look.
âCan I?â You hold up the washcloth close to his face, and he nods. âYeah.â
You dab the cloth against his face, but not on the wound. You gently touch his face with your fingertips and move him where you need him to be. âWhy do you want to help me so bad?â
âBecause I see a friend come into the motel with blood all over his hands and face, you think Iâm going to just ignore it?â You question and he huffs. Taking the antiseptic wipes, you swipe at his wound, causing him to face away from you. âStop being a baby,â you hush. He purses his lips. âCâmereâŠâ you whisper, moving closer to his face. You place the gauze over his cheek, faintly pressing the ointment onto his skin. He hisses as you move his hand to hold it in place. Taking the medical tape, you tear it with your teeth and stick the gauze to his skin.
âHow dâyknow to do all this?â Dean asks. His eyes are gazing at you softly, as if heâs finally calmed down from earlier. Confused, you look at him with a smile on your face. âItâs not hard to put some cream on a bandage and stick it to your face,â you chuckle, and he does the same. âSam lets me help him when he gets injured. In fact, he comes to me because he has taught me everything. It helps having an extra pair of hands.â You murmur, hoping that what you had just said isnât rude. Honestly, you only reacted to Deanâs rudeness by snapping at him. As you finish bandaging him up, you pat him on the shoulder as you stand up to put things back into your bag. Dean reaches out for your hand, pulling you back. Youâre face to face with him, noses barely touching.
You could cut the tension with a knife between you and Dean. He always had this hard shell doming over him, making it almost impossible to actually get through to him sometimes. You had been patient, understanding, more or less a shoulder for him to cry on. He never got the hint, though, unfortunately.
Dean grins, his eyes are intriguing. The brown flecks compliment the green. They were mesmerising⊠intoxicating.
Your brain canât comprehend anything other than the fact that Dean was moving closer, his lips parted and hovering over your bottom lip. You smile, eventually giving in. The kiss is passionate and hungry, as if the pair of you has been waiting for this moment for forever. Dean pulls away.
âSorry for yelling at you earlierâŠâ He breathes, and you shake your head.
âShut up.â You lean in for another kiss, gently pulling him in, your fingers embracing his jawline, stubble scratching against your hand.
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