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btsslowburnfic · 4 years ago

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BTS Reacts: Visiting the Pumpkin Patch/Apple Orchard-Hyung Line

It’s Fall AF where I live. I don’t know if these are a thing in the rest of the world, but here in Midwest USA I’ve already been to two apple orchards and a pumpkin patch. Happy Fluffy Friday ^_^

-Jin- You were so excited. Chuseok had just ended and Jin still had 2 days off. You decided it was time to usher in the new season with a trip to the Apple Orchard. “Why don’t we just go to the grocery store and buy apples?” your boyfriend jokingly complained as the two of you drove out into the country. “It’s not the same! It’s about the experience.” you adjust your sunglasses as the car winds down a curvy road. “The experience of picking apples? Isn’t this just them getting free labor?” You roll your eyes. “Whatever. This place also has a concession stand, animals, and a giant slide and zipline.” Suddenly you have his interest. “Oh? Really?” “Yep. So much more than just picking apples.” you say as the car turns down the first dirt road to the orchard. It’s a weekday so it isn't too busy. You mask up and pay the nominal admission fee. “Oh my God, Jin LOOK THEY HAVE ALPACAS” you squeal as you rush over to the petting zoo area. Jin jogs over behind you, “Just like RJ. These must be his brothers, AJ and MJ.” You laugh as you dig through your bag for a coin. “And look,” you gesture to the machine with food in it, “We can feed them!!!!!” You twist your coin in and little pellets fall out the bottom. You walk over to the fence and place your palm flat for the animals to come over and eat. “So cool. I’ve never seen a real alpaca up close.” you marvel at their size as they head over. Jin snaps a picture of you feeding them and then has you take a picture of him with them to post on Weverse later. “I can’t believe there’s not an RJ in the car,” Jin laments his missed photo opportunity while posing with AJ and MJ. “Perfect. Triplets.” you joke and hand him his phone back. “Alright, let’s wash our hands and pick some apples!” Jin groans, “They have bags of apples in the gift shop that someone else already picked.” “Oh my God are you still whining about apple picking?” you playfully shove him. “Fine. Let’s wash our hands and then do the zipline and then pick apples.” you amend your statement. He kisses your forehead. “Much better.” The two of you scrub the alpaca saliva off and head up the hay stairs to the zipline. “Look how big the orchard is!” you exclaim from the top of the hay bales. Jin slowly walks up behind you. “Yeah and think. People already probably picked all the apples up front, we’d have to walk all the way over there,” he gestures unnecessarily with his long arms towards the back of the orchard, “just to find them.” “We CAME here to PICK APPLES,” you grit your teeth and try to look annoyed since at this point you knew he was just teasing you. He gets strapped into the zipline. “I’m just saying, it seems like a lot of work.” You roll your eyes at him, “Hey Jin, baby?” “What?” he turns back from getting ready to slide down the cable and smiles at you. “I just think you look cute.” you answer and lean over to kiss him. And then shove him down the zipline. “Byyeeeeeeee!” you yell and wave as you hear him shrieking. The attendant looks at you quizzically. “He’s fine. He’s fine.” you assure them as they get you strapped in. You jump off the platform and through the air. When you arrive at the other side you see Jin pouting which makes you start to laugh. You turn in your zipline gear and walk over to him. “What’s the matter, pretty pouty man?” you put your arms around him. “You shoved me down a zipline.” he whines. “Ahahaha I did.” You lean back to look at him, amused that he’s trying really hard to keep pouting. “It was so mean.” “It was. I am terrible. Can you ever forgive me?” you place your hands on his chest and look up at him. “Only if you don’t make me pick apples.” he says with a straight face. You scowl at him and pull away. You hear his trademark laugh following you down the hill.

-RM/Namjoon- “Pumpkin patch. Pumpkin patch. Pumpkin patch!” you start chanting as you walk over to your husband on the couch. “Is that what today is?” he pulls you down next to him and you snuggle into his side. “Joonie,” you whine, “you said if the weather was nice we would go.” “I’m just teasing baby, here,” he shows you on his phone where he’s been researching the ratings of the pumpkin patches in town. You loved how much research he always put into everything. “I’m so excited. I haven’t been to one in years.” you smile. “Did you pick one?” “Yep, and I charged the fancy camera so we can get some nice pictures today as well.” “You are the best!” you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Let me grab some boots out of the closet and then I’ll be ready to go.” You are surprised that one of the highest rated ones is only a few minutes outside the city. You drive the short distance and arrive at a beautiful farm sprinkled in red, yellow, and orange leaves. “Oh my God, this is beautiful.” you say as you exit the driver’s side. Namjoon already has the camera out and shoots some photos of the barn and trees. “I’m so glad you brought the camera,” you say as you nervously watch him handle the thousands-of-dollars camera. “But make sure you use the wrist or neck strap.” “Are you saying you don’t trust me to hold an expensive item without breaking it?” he pretends to act shocked. You smile and walk over. “I would never say that,” you place the strap around his wrist and laugh as you look up at him. “Never.” He laughs. “I totally would have. Or left it sitting somewhere. Thanks for talking me into taking today off.” He takes you by the hand as the two of you head down to the farmhouse. e There is a small general store full of breads, james, hay bales, and scarecrows. Much fall. So knickknack. You walk over to the counter where a farmer is sorting produce, “Excuse me sir, which way to the pumpkin patch?” “Head out the back of the barn. You can either ride the wagon back there or walk.” The two of you exit the barn and find yourself in the middle of a group of about fifty small children and their chaperones. “Oh.” Namjoon says, his eyes involuntarily going wide. “It must be a school trip. That’s ok. We can walk back there, I think they’re waiting for the wagon.” The two of you ease your way through the tiny mob and start walking down the gravel. “Alright. We have to beat that wagon before the field has 50 fewer pumpkins,” you say as you pump your arms and channel your inner speed walker. “And get some pictures without random children in them,” he adds. By the time the two of you walk the Kilometer to the patch you two are slightly out of breath. “Alright. Let’s find the perfect pumpkin.” you say as you survey the patch. The two of you wander the fields scouting out the perfect size and color pumpkin. Namjoon takes some photos of the field and you. “Ok, time to trade,” you say, gesturing to the camera. “I don’t know.” he suddenly acts shy. “Oh come on, you have to. You’re wearing your plaid shirt, it’s like you purposefully dressed to be a pumpkin patch model.” you grin as you take the camera from him. You snap some photos of him and the rural landscape. You hear the throttle of the tractor and a bunch of kid voices getting closer so the two of you each grab a pumpkin and start walking back to the farmhouse. The wagon of children all wave excitedly and point at the two of you and your pumpkins. Namjoon laughs and waves back with his free hand. “Did you have a good time?” he asks as the two of you enter the general store. “I did. I felt a little rushed because of the kids but that’s ok. It looks like they’re having fun.” You smile. “You’ll be such a great parent someday,” he smiles as he leans over to kiss you.

-Suga/Yoongi- “More coffee.” Yoongi’s gravely morning voice requests after you remind him it’s apple orchard day. He had gotten out of bed and was now doing a great impression of a rock as he sat at the kitchen table with his face in his hands. “Honey, they have cider at the orchard.” “Cider doesn’t have caffeine,” he responds. “Coffee.” You run your fingers through his hair and smile “Fine, fine.” you walk over to the Nespresso and make a cup of coffee for him. You take the mug over and slide onto his lap. “I’d be careful if you want to make it to the apple orchard.” he growls into your ear and squeezes your waist. “Yoongi,” you giggle and stand up. “There’s time for that after the apple orchard.” you wink and walk over to your purse. “We need to leave here in 45 minutes.” “Why? Are we on a schedule?” “A little bit. We’re meeting up with Tae and Jimin.” “Oh yeah? Cool.” he monotonously responds as he continues to wake up more and more with each sip. -- It’s a beautiful fall day with a light breeze blowing and the sun shining. It’s perfect for what you have planned. The ride up was nice but quiet. You were super nervous about how the afternoon was going to go. "Are Tae and Jimin here yet?" Yoongi asks as he pulls into the parking lot. You check your messages. "Yep. They're already out in the orchard and say we should head out to meet them." you exit the car and wait for yoongi. The two of you hold hands as you look for the best way to get into the orchard. You weave in and out of the apple trees looking for your friends. “It’s so beautiful today.” he says quietly. “It really is. Do you remember the last time we came here?” He smiles, “Oh yep. I remember. Speaking of, do you have your epi-pen with you?” “Of course,” you pat your purse. Eventually you find where Tae and Jimin had set up. “What’s all this?” Yoongi gestured to the blanket and basket sitting in the clearing. “Tae and Jimin set this up, they went to the car and said to have a seat and wait for them.” “Are you sure this is their stuff?” he mumbles. “Yep. They sent me a picture,” you flash it to him. “Let’s go find them.” he starts to pull you the other direction. “No. We should really stay and wait for them. I don’t want to get lost.” you say as you head over to the large hounds tooth blanket and have a seat. “Since when are you worried about being lost? We wandered the streets of Dublin for hours.” “I just want to make sure we don’t miss our friends. Come sit with me,” you pat the spot on the blanket carefully. Yoongi looks toward the entrance one more time and then gives in, coming over to sit next to you. You check your phone one more time. Satisfied, you slip it into your purse. You stiffen as a bee flies over to the blanket. “Aish, I got it.” He pulls his sleeve over his hand and swats it away. “If I see another one, we’re getting up and moving. Actually, an apple orchard was a terrible idea to come to with your allergy.” “I know, I know. I thought about that too but I wanted to come here today. I remember the last time we were here.” “Yeah, I thought you were going to die.” Yoongi says, trying to sound casual, but you can detect the slight shake in his voice. You shrug and take him by the hand, “But I didn’t. And that’s the day I knew that you were the one for me.” You lean over and kiss him gently on the lips. “You stayed calm and helped me inject myself and then took me to the hospital and stayed even though I kept begging you to just leave while delirious and crying.” He smiles shyly, “Yeah, it was what, like our second or third date? I called Namjoon to cancel going to practice and he yelled at me for even being out on a date and then I hung up on him.” “What? You never told me that before,” you exclaim. You had no idea you’d caused any drama. “I didn’t want to worry you.” he replies, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “Well, that’s why I wanted to come back here today,” you begin as you grab a small box out of your purse. “I knew on that day that you would do anything to protect me and just how much you care about me even though it was so early in our relationship. I don’t deserve you, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to make forever official with you,” you open the box and present him with a small black band. “Are you proposing to me?” he asks quietly. “I’m trying to. Am I doing a bad job?” you ask nervously, suddenly worried he’s going to say ‘no.’ He smiles and takes the band out and looks at it. “No. I’m just surprised. And happy.” he puts it on. “So….is that a yes?” you ask nervously. He looks up at you with wet eyes. “Of course.” he leans over and the two of you kiss, it slowly turns into a make-out session until you hear someone clear their throat. You pull away smiling and look over at Taehyung and Jimin. “They’re actually here?” he says surprised. “Congratulations!” Jimin yells and attacks Yoongi with a hug. “Did you get any pictures?” you ask Tae. “Oh yeah. Lots of them,” he smiles at you. “You did a great job planning this.” “You were all in on this!?” Yoongi exclaims, throwing Jimin off of him. “Yep! I wanted Taehyung to take pictures and Jimin wanted to join as well.” “Aish, I’m lucky to have such great friends,” he leans over and quietly in your ear, “and such a wonderful fiance.”

-JHope/Hoseok- Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch dragging his feet about going out today, "It's not a haunted corn maze, right?" Hoseok asks you for the 50th time with a disgusted look on his face. You let out a sigh and put your hands on his shoulders. "No babe it's just a normal corn maze where we wander around and try to get to the other side." "... I don't know." "I think you are emotionally scarred from Run BTS," you say as you press a kiss to the top of his head and move to sit next to him. "We don't have to do the corn maze if you don't want to.” You take his hand in yours. “Let's just go and pet the pumpkins. If we decide to do something else while we're there that's fine too." "OK sounds good. I saved some cool carvings on my phone," he pulls it out to show you a few intricate designs he's saved. "ooo very cool. We'll need at least 2 big pumpkins and a few medium. Are you ready?" you ask as you put your bag over your shoulder. He grabs a cap and follows you out the door. ------ The pumpkin patch is just outside the city and is famous for its corn maze. This year it is in the shape of an underwater scene with fish, whales, and dolphins. You point out the picture at the entrance to Hobi emphasizing the “family friendly” parts of the poster. “I’m not saying we have to. I’m just showing you what it looks like.” you emphasize as the two of you walk over to the barn area. There are chickens and horses lazily wandering around the yard. “Have you ever been to a farm before?” he asks you as you take photos of the animals. “No. Is it obvious?” you laugh. “I’ve seen horses before but not just like wandering around with chickens and stuff.” “You’re cold,” he states rather than asks. “Here,” he takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to you. “Now you’ll be cold.” you say as you put on the still-warm sweatshirt. You not-so-secretly loved taking your boyfriend’s hoodies. “I’m fine. Besides, if we walk through that giant maze I’m sure we’ll work up a sweat. And the sun is coming out.” he smiles at you. He just radiates happiness, it’s one of the things you love about him. “You’ll try the corn maze? Really?” you turn and face him, wrapping your now-warm body around him. “Yes, I’ll try it.” he kisses you on the tip of your nose. “I read and it says they have emergency exits if we need to leave.” You laugh, “Well hopefully we won’t have to use them, but it’s nice to have the option.” The two of you wander over to the sign marked “Entrance” and take a few pictures for posterity and then begin wandering around. You hit several dead ends and Hoseok flinches a few times turing around corners. “Babe are you still worried there are zombies in here?” you ask, trying not to laugh because you know even though it’s silly, he’s scared. “..No. Just making sure we don’t run into people. Alive or otherwise.” You laugh. “Hey, here’s one of the emergency exits, “you gesture to a sign above the dead end the two of you have just walked into. “No. Not yet. We’re not giving up.” his voice sounds determined. “We’re going to conquer this corn maze. Or at least try for another 30 minutes, I’m getting hungry.” he grins as you two double back. You set a timer on your phone but when it goes off the two of you have a feeling you are getting close to the exit because you have moved pretty far along the treeline. You had the wherewithal to take a photo of the maze back at the Pumpkin Patch entrance so you know the exit is on the North side of the maze. “I think this is it!” he yells excitedly, pulling you by the hand and breaking out into a run. You turn one last corner and the two of you emerge victorious. He takes your hands and raises them above your head in true champion fashion. You take a picture of your sweaty happy smiles in front of the exit sign. “I knew we could do it!” you exclaim and lean over to kiss him. “Hey Hobi,” you say, catching your breath still. “Yeah?” “Let’s just eat food and get pumpkins from the farm store. I don’t want to hike to the back of the farm to the pumpkin patch.” “Oh thank God,” he says, “I thought I was going to have to beg you not to.” he laughs. “Seriously. I want one of everything from the concession stand.” you say as the two of you walk back towards the farmhouse. “Ahaha me too. I love you.” “I love you too.”

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you-a-southpaw-doll · 4 years ago

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Daddy’s Family ~ A Negan One-Shot

Summary: The day Negan’s life gets put back together in the middle of the end of the world when Simon brings a young girl to the Sanctuary.

Warning(s): Language. Angst. Threats. Rules. Violence - Slightly Canon, Slightly Non-Canon. Negan being an ass. Anxious Negan. Sweet Negan. Caring Negan. Daddy Negan, but not in that way, ok...maybe a little like that, but only with his wife. Lol. Happy AF Negan. OOC Negan. Fluff. Happy ending. Abraham and Glenn live. More time has passed since the dead started walking and Negan’s outpost gets attacked by Rick and company than what it is in the story, but Judith is toddler when Negan meets her for the first time. Not beta’d, so...there’s that. I only have Grammarly used on this.

Author’s Note(s): So, I know this is really fuckin’ long, but I really hope y’all fuckin’ enjoy this! It was only supposed to be a couple thousand words, no more than 3,000...but...I just couldn’t bring myself to end it after only 3,000 words. So, y’all get a whopping almost 11,000 words! And I know it’s a bit OOC for Negan, but oh well! We all need some soft Negan at some point! Any feedback is appreciated! As always, if you wanna be tagged, just let me know! P.S. I’ll be getting back to my “Lovin’ Him” story soon, I hope. I just haven’t been in a good mental place, but I haven’t given it up. I promise!

Word Count: 10,495 words!

Relationship(s): Negan x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) [romantic]. Negan x Lucille (OFC and not the Lucille from the story) [paternal]. Negan x Issac “Ike” (OMC).

Characters: Negan. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Lucille (OFC and not the Lucille from the story). Issac “Ike” (OMC). Rick. Sanctuary Workers. Simon. Michonne. Carl. Judith. Eli (OMC).

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho @ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl @sebs-padawan

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Story Time:

It’s been three days. Three days since Simon and his group brought the young girl back to the Sanctuary. Three days since Negan had been out on a solo trip to the one place he’s visited on the same day every year for the last 8 years since the world went to shit and his world ended. Three days since Negan got back and heard the first whispered words about the new girl.

Three days and Negan still hasn’t said a word to her. He hasn’t been able to bring himself to introduce himself to the teenager. And he knows why. For the first time since everything went to shit and he lost everything, he’s scared. Scared to give in to the hope that’s trying to crawl outta the deepest recesses of his hardened heart.

Scared to believe the words he’s ‘bout the girl for the last three days. Scared to find out the truth. Scared that he’s gonna lose everything all over again if everything’s true. After mentally beating himself up, leaving him on the verge of a panic attack, something he ain’t had in a while, he finds himself sucking in a deep breath as he knocks softly and hesitantly on the thin door in front of him.

When he doesn’t get a response from inside the room, he wipes a leather-covered hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away, and reaches a shaky hand out, curling his long and normally steady fingers around the metal doorknob, twisting it slowly, hearing the latch click open. He pauses and bites his lip as he mentally curses himself.

If his people could see him right now, they wouldn’t think of him as the strong, bat-wielding leader he’s built himself up to be in order to cope and lead his people. They would think he’s a weakling, and he’d lose his spot as leader. But, in this moment, another part of his mind tells him to fuck what his people think and to open the door.

He swallows deeply and follows that part of his brain as his heart thumps loudly against the side of his ribs. Slowly pushing the door open, he pauses at what he sees inside the small room. And what he doesn’t see. His eyes search the room that’s basically bare, minus the mattress in the corner, a chair and small table against one wall, and a small set of drawers next to the door.

It takes him a moment before his eyes finally settle on what, or rather, who he’s looking for. His heart tightens painfully in his chest as soon as he sees her. The teenage girl his men brought back to the Sanctuary three damn days ago. The who had been found in the middle of a decently sized herd, fighting off as many walkers as she could when Simon and his group showed and laid waste to them.

The girl who had passed out, from shock or exhaustion, they weren’t sure, as soon as Simon had uttered Negan’s name. The girl Negan had been avoiding like the plague since he returned from the memorial spot he visited every year. The girl who Negan now finds himself unable to take his eyes off as he takes her in.

Dressed in a slightly baggy, once white but now a faded grey from years of grime and dirt t-shirt, holy blue jeans, and a pair of black combat boots still on her feet, regardless of the fact that she’s sound asleep, seemingly dead to the world. His eyes water as he looks at her hair...short ‘nough that it’s above her shoulders and just long ‘nough to cover her ears.

He bites his lip as he watches her, leaning against the doorframe, using it to keep his tall body standing up straight. He looks over the girl, looking for any visible injuries, and lets out a soft sigh of relief when he doesn’t see any on her tall, lanky body. A body that looks so small with the way she’s laying.

She’s pressed up against the wall, back straight and not an inch between it and the wall. Her knees are bent at a 45-degree angle with her feet pressed flat against the wall and a pillow between her knees. She has a small bag tucked under her head as a pillow and hers tight against her chest in an almost fighting stance, prepared for anything, and one hand slightly under the bag she’s using as a pillow.

But. She’s still sound asleep and an old, brown Carhartt jacket covers her body. The worn jacket with a small Bald Eagle and the word “SOAR” under it stitched into the fabric above the right breast pocket, no doubt still three sizes too big for her if the triple rolled sleeves have anything to say about it.

Negan chokes back a sob as he sees her, instantly recognizing the old jacket. He remembers the love she had for the thing when he’d often find her snuggled up, napping and feeling safe in it, after he’d take it off. His heart clenches as he realizes that some things never change. Even if she’s gotten older and can’t completely hide under it anymore.

He watches as she jerks in her sleep, clearly having a nightmare. It breaks his heart even more. He’s always hated seeing her in pain, and that included her having nightmares. Without thinking, acting on pure instinct, he softly pads across the room, wearing only his jeans and a white t-shirt, similar to what the girl’s wearing, but cleaner and whiter.

Settling his tall, lanky frame on the edge of the bed by her knees, he places a large hand on her knee as a way to comfort her. It was one way he could always get her to relax and calm down. Not even half a second after he lays his hand on her knee, he’s got a knife pressing against his throat, just below his Adam’s apple.

He lifts his eyes up and finds himself staring into a pair of panic-filled, yet determined muddy brown eyes.

“Hands. Off. Now.” Her sleepy voice hisses.

He swallows deeply and croaks out a quiet “Lu?”

He lifts his hand off her knee and holds them up so she can see ‘em. The girl tenses more, digging the knife deeper into his skin, nicking it slightly, for a moment before she processes what he said and the sound of his voice. Negan watches as her eyes widen and her fingers drop the knife. In one quick movement, she’s in his lap, arms ‘round his torso, face buried in his neck as she cries.

“Daddy.” She sobs.

He just holds her, trying not to break down himself. He holds her close, feeling her body tremble and shake in his arms. He breathes in deeply and tightens his arms ‘round her.

He rubs her back and murmurs softly in her ear. “Daddy’s got you, Princess. You’re safe now. I fuckin’ promise.”

He kisses her head and holds his little girl, who he’d thought was dead, tightly in his arms. His heart breaks as he hears her sobs, and feels them soaking into his shirt. He doesn’t care ‘bout that. Or the fact that the young girl in his arms is finally 14. He finally has his daughter in his arms, for the first since she was 6 years old.

He reaches a hand up and softly scratches her scalp, massaging lightly. His little girl always loved when he’d do that as he read her a bedtime story. Back before the world ended.

“Daddy’s here, sweet pea.” He assures her, and feels her arms tighten ‘round him. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, princess. You made it this far. You’ve survived.”

He hears her let out another sob that twists his heart as he feels the walls he built many years ago crumble. He holds her close, letting her cry as much as she wants to. He doesn’t say a word, just holds her to him, rubbing her back and massaging her scalp. A few times, he does murmur a soft “Breathe” in her ear when she gasps for air from crying so hard.

He scoots back on the mattress, leaning against the wall, holding his little girl, keeping her safe in his arms. He feels her cling to him tighter, burying her face against the side of his neck as he moves across the bed and gets comfortable.

“Shhhh. It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just getting comfortable and I’m not letting you go til you’re ready.” He whispers softly.

“Never.” Her sob strained voice murmurs against him.

He kisses her head, understanding that one word. “I’ll never let you go again, baby. Daddy’s here. He’s not going anywhere and he’s gonna always protect you. I swear, sweetheart.”

Feeling her nod against him, he takes a deep breath in, knowing he’d die before he ever let something happen to her again. He ain’t gonna lose her again. Never again. After an hour, he finally feels her body stop trembling in his arms as she relaxes against him, sniffling every so often as she stops crying.

He brings his hand up and cups her cheek, lifting it and gently wipes her tears away, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I’ve got you, princess.” He murmurs.

She nods against him and leans into his touch. She looks at him, her eyes dancing across his face before she lets out a soft giggle.

“You got old.”

Negan’s eyes widen and he barks out a laugh. “Thanks for stating the fuckin’ obvious there, kiddo. That kinda happens. ‘Specially when the world fuckin’ ends. You got old too!”

Her eyes widen. “Did not! I’m still your little girl!”

He smiles. “You’ll always be daddy’s little girl, Lucille. Have been from the moment you were born and had me wrapped ‘round that little finger of yours.”

She lets out another soft giggle that heals his broken heart and hugs him tighter.

“I missed you, dad.” She whispers.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. So. Fuckin’. Much. Losing you and your mama...it fuckin’ killed me. I died inside when I lost y’all.”

She lifts her head and stares at him. “Why didn’t you come lookin’ for us?”

Negan lets out a shaky breath. “I did, sweetheart. Despite the fact that I watched you, my sweet little angel, and your mama, the love of my life, get swept up in the middle of that herd. I killed every single one of those dead fucks, despite my injuries. When I was done, I didn’t see y’all anywhere and then I passed out from blood loss and ended up in a coma. It took me 3 weeks to wake up. When I did, I went back out there, searching for y’all. I went back to our house, our rendezvous points, everywhere I could fuckin’ think of. I did that for years. Despite every fuckin’ thing suggesting y’all were dead. Each time I went out and didn’t find y’all, I died more and more on the inside. I never once gave up on y’all. I’ve just gotten a little busy lately to go searching as much as I used to. My people have been getting attacked, slaughtered.”

Lu nods slowly, taking in words. “Mom and I...we thought you were dead. We saw you go down after you took ‘em all down. Ma pulled me into a building and we hid. We were gonna come get you but then you just collapsed, seemingly dead to the world...and then some of the dead came out from the back of the store we were in and we had to run. We ended up in a little community named Alexandria, and we’ve been there for the last 8 years. Mama wasn’t in any shape to stay on the run. Not with me being so young and not in her condition. So, we stayed. The three of us. We’ve tried to go out but the new leader doesn’t let anyone that’s not his people go out.”

Negan’s breath gets caught in his throat at her words. Lucille notices how her dad’s entire body tenses up and she lifts her head. Not quite realizing the exact reason he tenses, but thinking it’s one thing. She gently pats his cheek.

“Don’t worry, daddy. Mama’s ok. So is Ike. He’s adorable. And looks just like you.” She assures him, thinking that’s why he tensed up a moment ago.

Negan eyes widen and he gasps at her new words, even if his brain’s still caught up on the fact that she’s been living in Alexandria.

“Ike? He? Your mama’s alive? Alexandria?” He stumbles over his words.

Lucille giggles and nods. “Yea! Mama found out she was pregnant a few months after we got separated from you with the herd and thought you were dead. She had a little boy, Issac, almost 5 months after we got to Alexandria. The leader, Deanna, she was a sweetheart and helped mama through the pregnancy and Ike’s birth. I was so happy to be a big sister. I’ve been super protective over Ike since he was born. He looks just like you. Just...tinier and cuter.”

Negan huffs softly. “I’m still cute.”

Lu giggles. “Mama still thinks so when she looks at the photo of you she has. Or, well had.”

Negan furrows his brow. “Had?”

Lu nods and lays her head back on her father’s shoulder, not caring that she’s a teenager. She’s missed her daddy. And he still makes her feel safe. Plus, a part of her’s worried that this is all a dream and that when she wakes up, he’s gonna be gone, so she’s trying to enjoy it as much as she can.

“Yea. Had. The new leader of Alexandria, Rick...he’s a dick -” She starts.

“Language, daughter!” Negan grumbles. “But continue.”

Lu laughs. “I’m a teenager, dad. Mama does say I cuss worse than you used to. Anyway. Rick. He’s a dick. Or should I say Prick? Which would you prefer?”

Negan narrows his eyes at her. “Neither, but as you pointed out, you’re a teenager. I don’t expect you to listen to me.”

She giggles. “I’ll always listen to you…when I wanna. I’ll stick with Prick. It sounds better. Rick the Prick.”

Negan laughs. “I like that. Rick the Prick. Just don’t tell your mama I’m letting you cuss. She’ll kick my ass. And I’m quite fond of my ass. Ok. Continue.”

He smiles when he hears her laugh and hugs her tighter to him as he listens to his little girl, who’s not so little anymore.

“He found the picture after it fell outta mama’s pocket one day a couple of weeks ago. He looked at when one of the guys from one of the other communities saw it too and gasped. They apparently recognized you in the photo. He told Rick ‘that’s Negan. Just he’s older now. And he carries a bat around. But that’s him.’. Rick lost his shit and demanded to know who’s photo it was, yelling that there was a traitor amongst the community. Mama and I never said a word. We’d seen him kill outta spite and we weren’t gonna do anything to bring his anger towards us. Mama cried ‘cause she no longer had the photo. I snuck out one night...last week? I was gonna go back to our house...try to get another photo for mama. I don’t like seeing her sad, daddy. I made it there after two days. Got the photo, and was heading back home when I heard a truck drive by...I hid in the woods behind the house and when I heard the truck engine turn off, I made a run for it. I ended up getting swarmed by a bunch of the dead a few hours later...I was almost done taking them out when a bunch of gunfire rang out...taking out the rest. The creepy dude with the pornstache demanded my shit, and I told him to fuck off and started walking away. He grabbed my arm, told me I should be grateful for him saving my life. I flipped him off and then punched him in the nose when he wouldn’t let go of me.”

Negan lets out a snort of laughter. “That’s my girl.”

“He got really pissed off and said that a man named Negan would deal with me, and that I’d better pray that I didn’t piss the “Big Boss Man” off. I didn’t really pay attention to that part as soon as he said “Negan”. You don’t exactly have a common name, dad, and I just got really overwhelmed, plus I was fuckin’ exhausted. I guess I just passed out and when I woke up, I was in this room. I’ve only been allowed to leave for meals. And that’s it.” Lucille continues.

Negan takes in her story and hugs her closer. He grinds his teeth as he thinks ‘bout Rick hurting his family. His wife. His daughter. And the son he’s never met. He grinds them harder when he thinks ‘bout Simon putting his hands on his little girl, regardless of the reason. Looking down at Lucille, he unclenches his jaw.

“I’ll deal with Rick the Prick. You can guaran-fuckin’-tee that. He’s got a shit storm coming his way. Now, where’d Simon grab you? Let me see, sweetheart.” He says, in a soft voice.

Lucille lifts the sleeve of the shirt she’s wearing and Negan chuckles as he realizes something.

“Damn, kid. You just stole all your daddy’s clothes, didn’t you? First my jacket, now my shirt?” He teases.

Lu giggles. “Shut up, dad! You know that jacket makes me feel safe. And it was laundry day when I snuck out so when I got to our old house, I changed into a cleaner shirt. I realized it was yours ‘cause it still smelled like you.”

Negan chuckles. “You’re adorable, sweet pea.”

He smiles, showing off his dimples as his little girl blushes. The smile fades a little when he sees the handprint wrapping ‘round her upper arm. He brings a hand up and gently traces it, growling low in his throat.

“I’m gonna kill that fucker for laying a hand on you.” He mutters.

Lucille’s eyes widen and she stares at him. “No, dad. You can’t.”

Negan raises a brow as he looks at her. “And why the fuck can’t I? He put his hand on a woman. My own fuckin’ daughter.”

“He didn’t know I’m your kid, dad.”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. I have a strict rule ‘bout no one laying a hand on a woman, hurting them. Same goes with kids.”

“Dad. Don’t. Ok? I don’t want you hurting someone ‘cause of me.”

Negan stares at her. “My sweet little Lulu. I would kill any fucker who ever laid a hand on you in a way that you did not want to be touched. You are my little girl. Even if you are a teenager. You’re still my little girl. I’d have done it before the world ended, even if it meant going to jail. And I’d definitely fuckin’ do it now, ‘cause I’m the Big Man in charge. And no one, I repeat, fuckin’ no one, lays a hand on my family.”

Lu hugs him tight. “Well...you might kill a fucker for touching me...but I’d kill a fucker if I don’t get something to eat soon.”

Negan chuckles and hugs her, kissing her head. “C’mon, squirt. Let’s get you outta this boring ass room, up to mine, and while you shower and get cleaned up, I’ll have some fucker bring up some food. Maybe I’ll have Simon do it. If I can’t kill him, I’ll just make his life fuckin’ miserable.”

His daughter laughs at the smirk on his face and hugs him again before climbing off his lap and standing up.

“As long as you don’t kill him.” She says grinning. “No. C’mon. You promised me food and a shower. Chop chop, old man.”

Negan grunts and flips her off. “I’ll show you old man, kid. I’ll still whoop your ass.”

Lucille laughs. “Nah uh! C’mon. Think ‘bout it. You get to enjoy all the perks of having a teenage daughter!”

Negan eyes widen with a scary thought and he stares at her as he stands off the bed. “So fuckin’ help me. You’d better not have a fuckin’ boyfriend! You’re too fuckin’ young for that shit!”

She laughs as she grabs her stuff. “Nah, dad. I don’t like boys.”

Negan lets out a deep breath. “Thank fuck for that. You’re too fuckin’ young!”

She laughs and decides to tease him. “Go on, old man. Lead the way to your room. I need food. I’ll tell you ‘bout the girl I have a crush on.”

Negan whips his head around to look at her so fast she can’t help but giggle, not surprised if her dad gave himself whiplash.

“I don’t give a fuck if you like dicks or not. You could like both for all I care. That don’t bother me. Lord knows I don’t have a problem with playing for both teams, but you are too fuckin’ young to date anyone. You can date when you’re my age!”

“But, daaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd! You’re older than dinosaurs!”

Negan gives her a glare without any heat behind it. “Watch it, young lady. I will ground your ass and not think twice ‘bout it.”

She giggles as she walks outta the room. “Mama said y’all were 16 when y’all started dating!”

“That’s different! You’re my daughter!” He says, following after her leading her down the hallway, ignoring the looks from his people at his proclamation. “No dating, young lady!”

One of his men snickers and Negan rounds on him, pinning him to the wall by his throat.

“Something fuckin’ funny, asshole?” He hisses.

“Dad! Stop!” Lu says, tugging on Negan’s arm.

The man shakes his head as he stares at the boss man and croaks. “No, sir. I just….”

Negan glares and lowers the man back to his feet. “You just what, fucker?”

“Remember when my little girl was at that age. I know what you’re going through. That’s all.” He says, rubbing his throat.

Negan eyes widen. “Oh...sorry ‘bout the whole pinning you by the fuckin’ throat. She’s just...she’s my little girl.”

The man nods and smiles softly. “No worries, Sir, and I understand. I’ve done the same thing a time or two before. But, don’t worry, Sir. I’ll make sure no-one messes with your girl.”

Negan raises a brow. “Yea? What’s your job here?”

“Janitorial.”

“Not anymore. You’re a Savior now.”

“Really? Even though I’m an old fuck?”

Negan chuckles softly. “You’re a Savior, man. Doesn’t mean you have to go on runs. I’m sure I can find another task for you, but you’re a Savior. You offered up to protect my daughter just ‘cause, so that says a lot. Hell, I might have you become my new right-hand man. I need one who won’t lay a hand on my girl. What do you say?”

The man’s eyes widen. “Really? What ‘bout Simon?”

Negan smirks. “I’ll deal with him. He’ll think twice next time before he lays a hand on a woman or a kid. Let alone my kid.”

The man nods. “Well, then, sir. I’d be honored to be your right-hand man.”

“Thanks, Eli. Now, do you mind doing me a favor? Run and fetch Simon. Have him bring two dinner plates to my room, and when you get done with that, stop by the Commissary and grab some stuff for kid? I don’t think she wants to wear the same clothes she’s been wearing for a week. We’ll be in my room. I got 8 years to catch up on that I missed of my daughter’s life.”

Eli smiles and nods. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

Negan smiles and pats the older man’s cheek before turning to Lu and hooking his arm ‘round her shoulder.

“C’mon, kid. You smell worse than I do.” He jokes which just earns him an elbow to the gut and a soft laugh.

“Shut it, old man!”

Eli watches and smiles as the boss man takes the teenager upstairs, the two of them laughing, and joking around. He goes to do what he was ordered to, more than happy to do so. He wouldn’t ever say anything, but doing janitorial work in the Sanctuary for the better portion of the last decade had not been too kind on his aging bones.

Being the right-hand man to the boss man would be great. He really was honored. He liked and respected the man. He didn’t agree with some of the things he’d done in the past, but he’d understand. ‘Specially once he’d seen that lost, devastated, and haunted look in his eyes. He recognized it immediately and just knew, somehow, that the man had lost his family.

But, now that Negan had his daughter back, Eli was sure things were looking up for the younger man. And he’d make sure Negan never had that look back in his eyes.

***

Upstairs, Negan shows Lu ‘round his room and living quarters.

“After you get fuckin’ cleaned up, and fuckin’ eat something, you can pick out your own room.” He smiles.

Lu smiles a little and nods slowly. Negan catches the look of sadness that flashes across her face.

“What is it, sweetheart? Do you not want your own room?” He asks, worriedly.

“I do…” She says softly.

“But?”

“But...I miss mama and Ike...besides...what if your girlfriend comes up here?”

Negan’s eyes widen. “Girlfriend? What’re you talking ‘bout, kiddo?”

“Whenever I’d go to get meals over the last few days, I’d always hear women say how much they wanted to be your wife. That there was no way a man like you could still be single.”

Negan sighs and hugs his daughter tight. “Sweetheart, not that I really wanna discuss my sex life, existent or not, with you, I promise you, I don’t have a girlfriend. And I only have one wife. That’s your mama. She’s the only one for me, ok? When we got separated all those years ago, my heart was broken. And it never healed. Your mama was, and is, all I need. I ain’t even looked at another woman. Your mama has and will always have my heart.”

Lu looks up. “Promise?”

He kisses her head. “I promise, kiddo. And, I can also promise you, we’re gonna get your mama and your brother here as soon as possible, ok? Then we can be a family again.”

His heart melts at the happiest smile his teenage daughter gives him before she ducks outta his arms and walks to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. Before she shuts the door, she looks back at him and smiles again.

“I love you, dad. And, I’m glad you’re still alive.”

Negan grins from ear to ear. “I love you too, kiddo. Now, go wash your stinky ass.”

She laughs and flips him off. Once the door’s closed, Negan flops back on his bed, his heart now beating happily and strongly for the first time in years as all the walls that once blocked it lay in a crumpled mess. He strokes a hand over his face and then looks at the wedding ring on his left ring finger that’s been there for well over 15 years.

He grins more and mumbles to himself. “My wife. My daughter. My son.”

He sits up straight, laughing softly. “I have a fuckin’ son! And they’re all alive. I’m getting my family back.”

***

The following morning, Negan does a happy dance in the solitude of his own private bathroom as he gets ready for the day. Nothing could get in his fuckin’ way or ruin his fuckin’ good ass mood. Last night had been one of the best. He and Lu had talked til she fell asleep, snuggled up to his side like she used to do all those years ago when she was still only a couple feet tall.

He’d carried her to the bedroom she’d picked out after her shower and they’d eaten dinner. He’d tucked her, kissed her forehead, and turned the lights off. The routine coming back to him as naturally as breathing. He’d gone to bed with a smile on his face as he told himself that he’d be getting his wife and son back the following day.

Which is why he was currently doing a happy dance as he brushed his teeth, standing in his boxers, and humming ‘round the toothbrush in his mouth. You’d never guess that the dead walk ‘round outside, that’s how happy Negan was. For the first time in the 8 years, he finally had a damn good reason to get outta bed in the morning.

He raises his brow, spitting in the sink as he catches his daughter’s gaze in the bathroom mirror.

“Mornin’, sunshine!” He says.

She just grumbles and flips him off. “Too fuckin’ early for this shit, dad!”

He laughs. “Not a fuckin’ mornin’ person, are you, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head and flips him off again. “No. I’m fuckin’ not and I don’t see how the fuck you are! You’re an old man! Shouldn’t you still be asleep? Snoring?”

He laughs, rinsing his mouth out and spitting again, before walking over to her and kissing her head.

“Normally, I ain’t a mornin’ person. Fuckin’ hate getting up early. And, I don’t fuckin’ snore, thank you very fuckin’ much! No one’s complained in the last 8 years.” He teases. “Besides, today, sweet pea, today’s the day we’re gonna go get your mama and brother. So, hurry the fuck up, get dressed, and then we’ll head out.”

He smiles as he watches her eyes light up and a sleepy smile spreads across her face.

“Really?”

He smiles and nods. “Mmhhmm! Now, c’mon. Chop chop! You wanna wear one of my shirts, kiddo? That way you can leave the jacket here, safe and sound?”

“Please?”

“Of course. Brush your teeth. Get ready and I’ll bring you one of my shirts once I get pants on.”

She smiles. “Thanks, dad.”

He smiles and nearly tears up when she gives him a tight hug with a whispered “I love you” before going to get ready. Negan continues his little happy dance as sets a shirt on the bathroom handle before he gets dressed in his standard grey jeans tucked into boots, white t-shirt under his signature leather jacket, and the beautiful red scarf that had been a birthday present from his beautiful wife many years ago, tucked securely ‘round his neck.

He picks up his trusted barbed wire baseball bat and softly ran his fingers around her handle. He’d named it Lucille since she had helped him picked it out ‘cause she wanted her “daddy to have the besses bats in da whole wide wowld” as she told him in her cute little 5 year old voice the day they’d gone shopping when he found out he was gonna be coaching the baseball team at the high school again the next year.

After the world ended, he’d kept the bat close, using it to defend his family, keeping his girls safe, and when they got separated, the scarf and the bat were his way of keeping his family close to him. To remind him of the love, of his family, and the good things he’d had in his life.

“Dad?”

Negan jumps and places Lucille in her rightful place on his shoulder as he turns to look at his daughter, who’s fully dressed and in similar attire, sans the leather jacket and scarf. Her knife strapped tightly to her thigh.

“Yea?”

She giggles. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. What the fuck’s going on in that old head of yours?”

He laughs and flips her off. “Just remembering the day you helped me pick Lucille out.”

Her brows nearly reach her forehead as she looks questioningly at her father. “Pick Lucille out?”

He nods as he opens the door to lead her out to the hallway so they can get a move on with their day. He explains as they walk down to the trucks.

“Lucille,” He gestures to the bat. “I named her after you when we all got separated. The scarf and the bat...they were my ways of keeping you and your mama close to me. Besides, Lucille here is just as much of a badass as I knew you’d be when you grew up.”

His daughter laughs. “You’re weird, dad. But I think it’s sweet. I mean, I did keep your brown jacket. Ike has the whistle you used to use when you coached. Drives mama crazy when he blows it all the damn time. Mama has your….well she has a lot of your stuff.”

Negan smiles at her words and slings an arm ‘round her shoulders as they walk. His smile grows when he realizes she’s almost as tall as him, even though she’s only 14. Holding the door open for her he leads her out the truck and explains the rules for going outta beyond the walls of the Sanctuary as they walk.

“I’m telling you these, kid, ‘cause I don’t want you to get hurt. I know you can handle yourself if need be. But, I can’t risk losing you again. So, please just stick by my side. And don’t do anything stupid. I will ground your ass the moment we get back. Understand?” He says, giving her a stern look while opening the truck door.

She nods, climbing up and into the big vehicle. “I’ll listen. But only ‘cause I don’t wanna lose you either.”

“Good girl.”

He kisses her head before shutting the door and going ‘round to his side. As soon as he’s in, he glances at her.

“Seatbelt on. Now.”

She rolls her eyes but does as he says. “It’s the apocalypse, dad. I don’t think a seatbelt’s gonna do much to save me.”

He stares at her. “Listen, I’ve already been in a deadly wreck that I should not have survived. But I did. And, had I been wearing my seatbelt, I wouldn’t have been thrown through the fuckin’ windshield.”

Her eyes widen as she stares at him in shock, dread filling the pit of her stomach at the thought of her dad in a wreck so bad that he went flying through the windshield.

“Yea. It was ‘bout as fuckin’ fun as it fuckin’ sounds. And, if I tell you to do somethin’, you fuckin’ do it. It ain’t me just being a father and pulling the “I’m in fuckin’ charge, you listen to me” bullshit card. No. It’s ‘cause I’m trying to fuckin’ protect you.”

She nods fast. “Yes, sir.”

He gives her a small smile before he buckles himself up and cranks the engine.

“Now. Let’s go get your mama and brother. I got a little boy to meet and the love of my life to kiss!”

Lu groans, grossed out at the thought of her parents kissing. Negan laughs and tells her to get used to it. Once the gates open up, he drives through and with a wave of his hand at his a few of his people, the gates are closed. Negan and Lu talk for a bit while he drives. Eventually, though, he listens to her directions to the community that’s caused him and his family so much grief.

As they roll up on the community, Negan glances over at his daughter, noticing and feeling the anxiety rolling off her. He lays a calming hand on her knee.

“It’s gonna be ok, kiddo. I ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you, your mama, or Ike, ok?” He assures her.

She nods slowly and fidgets with one of the holes in her jeans. Negan brings the truck to a stop outside the gates of Alexandria, and turns to look at his little girl who suddenly looks like a little kid instead of the badass teenager he knows she is. Turning the engine off and tucking the keys in his pocket, he unbuckles them both and pulls her in for a tight hug.

“You trust me, don’t you, kid?” He asks softly.

She nods against him, her arms snaking ‘round him. “Of course.”

He kisses her head. “Then you know I’d die before I let anything happen to you. Nothing’s gonna happen. I’m gonna set Rick the Prick fuckin’ straight, teach him he’s messing with the wrong man, with the wrong family, and he ain’t gonna bother us again.”

“What if he does?”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill him then.”

Lu jerks her head up and looks at him. “What?”

He nods. “I will. If he messes with my family, with what’s mine, he’ll regret it and become a munchie snack for dead.”

“Dad, he has a little girl.”

“Good. Then he should understand the things a father would do to protect his daughter.”

She sighs softly and nods, hugging him tight again. “I just don’t wanna lose you again.”

Negan smiles and tightens his arms ‘round her. “Listen, sweet pea. I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nutsack is made of steel. I am not dying until I am damn good and ready.”

She giggles. “That’s gross. I didn’t need to know that ‘bout your nuts, dad. But I get it. You ain’t dying til you’re ready.”

He chuckles. “Ex-fuckin’-actly! And I ain’t gonna be ready for at least another 50 years. I gotta live to at least 100!”

He smiles when he hears her laugh and lets the mumble retort slide. He kisses her head before leaning back.

“C’mon. Let’s go be badasses and get our family!”

She smiles and nods, getting outta the truck. She waits for him by the gates, brow raised when he starts whistling and bangs the barb-wire bat against the metal gate.

“Little Pig. Little Pig. Let. Me. In!” He calls out in a sing-song voice, grinning at his daughter’s reaction.

A moment later, the gate opens up, and a somewhat nervous looking man looks at him, glancing at Lu before turning his attention back to Negan.

“Ummm...who are you?” The man, who Lu knows to be Spencer, asks.

“Oh, you better be joking?” He smirks, grinning at the man, watching as his eyes widen a little bit in fear. “Negan…” He gestures with his bat to his daughter. “Lucille…”

“I know who she is. What is she doing with you?”

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business, asswipe. Now, be a good little boy. Let us the fuck in and go get Rick the fuckin’ Prick.”

Spencer sighs but opens the gate to let the father and daughter in before he closes it and scurries off to go get the leader. Negan smirks as he swings his Lucille up on his shoulder and wraps his arms ‘round his daughter’s shoulders. Walking into the community, Negan looks around.

“Holy shit! It’s the fuckin’ apocalyptic suburbs!” He laughs, grinning when Lu giggles and shakes her head.

“Shut up, dad.” She jabs a finger in his side, between two ribs but it doesn’t do much since the leather jacket’s in the way.

Negan laughs. “C’mon. Let’s go see what this fuckin’ Prick’s all ‘bout.”

“That’s him.”

Looking to see where his daughter’s pointing, Negan raises a brow.

“That’s the fucker that managed to get a group together to slaughter 30 of my men, women and children? I’ll be fuckin’ damned.” He mutters.

Lu looks up at him, eyes wide. “He...he did that? Kids?”

Negan sighs and nods. “Yea. That attack I mentioned yesterday, it came from a group known as Alexandria. That’s why I zoned out the moment you mentioned that’s where you were staying.”

“Oh, dad. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Like I said, Rick doesn’t like anyone who’s not part of his group,” She gestures to the dozen or so people surrounding the community’s leader. “And he doesn’t tell anyone who’s not them what’s going on.”

Negan tugs her a little closer. “I know, sweet pea. I know my little girl could never be a part of something like that. I know I’ve done some shitty things in the last decade, but they’ve all had a purpose. I’d never just murder a bunch of innocents. Let alone fuckin’ kids.”

Lu nods and bites the inside of her lip as she stares at Rick, giving him a look that would kill if it were possible. Rick walks over, looking at her.

“Lucille? What’s going on? What are you doing with him? He’s a murderer!” He exclaims, going based off the stories from Gregory over at Hilltop.

Lu shrugs her dad’s arm off her shoulders and stands up to her full height, looking the former sheriff in the eyes.

“No. You, Rick, are a murderer! How could you kill 30 innocent people? Men, I can kinda understand! But women? CHILDREN? HOW? You say you wanna protect us, but then you kill kids!” She glares.

“How do you know ‘bout that?” He asks, shocked.

“Because! Unlike you, my father doesn’t lie to his kids!”

“Your father?”

Negan smirks and steps up next to Lu again, pride swelling in his chest at his girl. He glares at Rick.

“Howdy there, Sheriff.” He smirks. “You were a sheriff, weren’t? Yea. I bet you fuckin’ were. You just got that arrogant “I’m above the law ‘cause I am the law” look fuckin’ written all over you! And, yes. Her father wouldn’t lie to her. Ok. He might’ve lied ‘bout running outta ice cream or some other silly shit before the world went to shit, but he wouldn’t fuckin’ lie ‘bout another man killing kids. Oooo. I can just see the little wheels in your hamster brain spinning real fuckin’ quick. I bet you’re trying to figure out how the fuck I know ‘bout her father. Take a fuckin’ guess.”

Rick stares at him, mouth slightly open, shock all over his face.

“No. Seriously. Take a fuckin’ guess. Rick the fuckin’ Prick.” Negan hisses.

“You…her…?” He stutters.

“Winner winner fuckin’ chicken dinner! You guessed it. I’m her fuckin’ father, you prick! And, I dunno ‘bout you, but I would do any-fuckin’-thing to protect my little girl. Even if it meant fuckin’ tell her ‘bout some damn fuck who killed kids!”

Rick’s eyes widen. “You’re Negan…”

“Right a-fuckin’-gain, Prick! Yea. I’m the man you tried to fuckin’ kill when you decided to go all ghung-ho and attacked my fuckin’ outpost! All based off some fuckin’ story from a man with a pair of loose fuckin’ lips that’ll spill whatever they can if it means protecting his sorry fuckin’ ass! I sure hope you ain’t killed any-fuckin’-one else based off a lie!”

“I...we were...I have people to protect!”

“Don’t care!” Negan says in a singsong voice. “I have people to fuckin’ protect too, Prick! Which is why I don’t go killing a fuck ton of fuckin’ people all whilly fuckin’ nilly!”

“I-”

Rick doesn’t get another word in before Lu hauls off and decks him, her father’s earlier words finally processed in her brain. The group of folks standing around all gasp at the turn of events.

“What the hell?!” Rick gasps, clutching his nose.

“YOU TRIED TO KILL MY FATHER?!” She yells.

Negan’s eyes widen. “Ho-ly sh-it! Rick, you done fucked the fuck up! Don’t you know not to piss off Daddy’s little girl? Fuck. She ain’t seen me in 8 years and she’s still fuckin’ protective over me!”

Lu raises a brow at him before turning back to Rick. She hauls off to deck him again before Negan gently curls his fingers ‘round her wrist with a shake of his head. She sighs and nods, crossing her arms across her chest. Negan kisses her head.

“Good girl. Go get your mama and brother for me, yeah?” He asks, in a soft voice.

She nods and kicks Rick’s shin before storming off to do as she was asked. Negan smirks and pokes his tongue out as he watches her.

“Yep. She’s definitely still Daddy’s little girl.” He chuckles and turns back to Rick. “Alright. Here’s how it’s gonna fuckin’ work, Prick.”

Rick shakes his head and cuts him off. “No. I’m not listening to a word you have to say.”

“Oh, you fuckin’ better listen. I came here with every intention of not laying a damn hand on anyone, you included. Because that’s just the fuckin’ gentleman I am! Now, my daughter hauling off and decking you? I didn't plan on it, but I ain’t sorry it happened. You pissed her the fuck off, and I can tell she’s got my temper. In fact, I still think you got off fuckin’ easy considering what you did. So, either you can either fuckin’ listen to what I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ tell you and no one gets hurt, or I should say no one gets hurt more. Or, I can kill one, just one, of your fuckin’ people and you’ll still listen to what I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ say. Your fuckin’ choice. You have five seconds to fuckin’ decide.”

Rick glares at Negan with his head tilted back slightly to stop the bleeding from his nose.

“Five.”

Negan raises a brow.

“Four.”

Rick glares.

“Three”

Lu walks over with a woman and a young kid.

“Two.”

Negan smirks and tightens his grip on Lucille, getting ready to move her off his shoulder.

“O-”

“Fine! Say what you fuckin’ want to say!”

Negan smirks and relaxes his grip on Lucille, letting her drop down to hang by his side. He stands up straight, towering over Rick a bit. His tongue darts out again, between two rows of insanely perfect white teeth and wets his bottom lip.

“Here’s what’s gonna fuckin’ happen, Rick the fuckin’ Prick. I’m gonna be taking my family. Yes, I have a fuckin’ family. A wife. A daughter. And even a son that I get to meet for the first fuckin’ time. I’m gonna take them home with me. I’m not gonna harm a hair on your head. My daughter might, but I won’t. Because I won’t hurt a little girl’s daddy unless he truly deserves it. Why, you ask? BECAUSE I’M NOT A FUCKIN’ MONSTER! And, my little girl asked me not kill you, because, despite you fuckin’ deserving to be a snack for the fuckin’ dead that are on the outsides of these fuckin’ walls after what you fuckin’ did, you still have a little girl. And every little princess needs her daddy at some point. And I’m not gonna fuckin’ take away from your daughter what mine had snatched from her 8 fuckin’ years ago. When I leave, you’re not gonna fuckin’ try and fuckin’ track me down to try and fuckin’ kill me again. That shit won’t fly. You try, and I WILL SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN! Don’t make me take your daughter’s daddy away from her. I don’t want to do that, but I fuckin’ will if I fuckin’ have to. After I leave, you’re gonna be a fuckin’ good boy, go back to your fuckin’ house, and be a father for your children, “He glances up to see a woman with dreads, keeping a watchful eye over the former sheriff. Negan nods to her to show he ain’t gonna hurt her man, before he looks back at Rick. “And by the looks of it, husband to a woman who is too damn good for your sorry ass. Not trying to run ‘round, playing fuckin’ hero. People are fuckin’ resources, Rick, something you clearly fuckin’ fail to grasp the concept of. You can lead your people, get supplies, and shit to live. You play by the fuckin’ rules, and our paths won’t ever fuckin’ cross again. You don’t play by the rules, there will be consequences. This ain’t baseball, Rick. There aren’t three strikes and you’re out. No. You get one chance. You fuck up and disregard the rules, Lucille here will be dishing up some bloody homeruns, and you will NOT like the score. Am I understood?”

Rick glares at him.

“AM I FUCKIN’ UNDERSTOOD, RICK?” He yells.

The sheriff sighs and nods slowly. “Yea.”

“What the fuck was that?” He cups his ear. “I didn’t quite hear you. My daughter says I’m getting to be an old man, and maybe she’s fuckin’ right. So, I’m gonna need you to speak the fuck up, Rick!”

“Yes, sir! You’re understood!”

Negan grins and steps back, patting Rick’s shoulder. “That’s a good boy. Now, run the fuck along and get that nasty ass blood off your face.”

Rick sighs before walking away with Michonne following him. Negan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, his eyes land on a little girl with curly blonde hair. He kneels down, ignoring the popping of joints. He gently lays his bat down on the ground and looks the little girl.

“C’mere, sweetie.” He says in a soft voice.

The girl looks up at a young boy, who Negan can tell is her big brother. The boy glares at Negan for a moment til the man gives him a gentle nods and an understanding is reached between them. The boy looks at his little sister and gently nudges her, letting her know it’s ok to go to the tall man crouched down.

She does a mixture of a waddle and a run to get to Negan. He smiles as she giggles softly when he gently scoops her up in his arms, standing once again. He tickles her belly and kisses her cheek, making the girl blush and giggle.

“You are just the cutest little angel! Yes you are!” He coos softly. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

She giggles. “”Ju!”

“Her name’s Judith. She goes by Judy too.” The young boy says, walking a little closer, clearing protective of his younger sister.

Negan smiles and tickles Judith. “Such a pretty name for such a pretty little sweetheart! You your daddy’s little princess?”

She giggles and nods fast, curls bouncing on her head. She wraps his little arms ‘round her tummy, giggling and babbling a little bit, telling him all about how she’s a princess. Negan smiles and just listens, nodding along with her.

“Well, I have to agree with you, sweetie. You are definitely a princess!” He coos, making her squeal with giggles. “Now, you go be the bestest princess in the whole world, ok? Always keep your daddy and big brother on their toes!”

She giggles and nods. “Otay!”

Negan smiles and hands her back to her brother, looking at him. “You’re both good kids. Even if your dad can be shitty. You’re both good. And, I want you to know that I would never, ever harm a kid, ok? You have my fuckin’ word on that. I would rather die before I had to hurt a kid. All I want is to be with my family. I’ve missed the last 8 years of my daughter’s life. Last time I saw her, she was just a few years older than your sister here. And, I’ve never even met my son. As long as your dad doesn’t mess with me, my family, and my people again, I won’t bother him, ok? You’ll never have to see me again, unless you want to come hang out with a bunch of kids, ‘cause there are a bunch at the place I call home. Some are newborns and they range all the way up to your age and my daughter’s.”

The boy’s eyes widen as he holds his little sister. “Really?”

Negan nods and smiles. “Mmhhmm. Kids are the future, boy. And I’d protect each and every last one of them to my dying breath. And if you come over, that would include you too. I know I’m not necessarily the best person on the planet, but then again no one is these days. And, I can assure you whatever story your daddy’s been spoon fed ain’t completely true. Yes. I’ve killed. But they’ve been men who deserved it. And by that I mean they either laid a hand on a woman or a child. Or they’ve forced themselves on someone, which is a big fuckin’ no-no. Either way, I don’t kill just for the pure hell of it. I do it to protect others. You’ve had to kill to protect someone, haven’t you?”

The boy nods slowly. “My mom. She died when Judy was born. I had to kill her before she turned and killed my sister.”

Negan’s eyes widen. “Well fuckin’ shit. I wasn’t fuckin’ expecting that. I’m sorry, kid. You did what you had to in order to protect your sister. I’ve done what I’ve had to protect the people I take care of. I’m telling you this ‘cause I can tell you’ve seen some shit, more than just killing your mom, in your life. Shit no kid should have to ever see. But times change when the dead start walking. Kids have to grow up faster than they need to. But I’d do anything and everything I could to try and help them stay kids a little longer. Being an adult sucks ass. So, try to be a kid for a little longer, ok? Soak it up.”

The kid nods. “Yes, sir.”

Negan smiles a little and ruffles the boy’s hair since his sister took his hat. “Good. Now, maybe I’ll see you again if you want to come play with kids. If I don’t, just know that you’re badass, ok? And you’ve got my respect. Something not a lot of folks have.”

The boy nods fast. “Ok.”

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Carl.”

“Nice to meet you, Carl. You keep on being a badass.”

Negan grins as the boy nods fast and then leans down to kiss Judith’s hair. “Bye, Princess!”

She giggles and waves as Negan walks away, straight to the three people who mean the world to him. The reasons he has to keep on living. He watches as a little boy watches him and after a moment, runs to him, squealing happily as he leaps into the tall man’s arms, with a screeching “DADDY!” ringing through the air.

Negan tears as he catches the little boy, scooping him up in his arms, kissing his head for the first time in the kid’s life, hugging him tight.

“Hi, baby boy! I’m so glad I finally get to meet you!” He says, his voice cracking. “You been taking care of your mommy?”

The little boy smiles widely and nods fast. “I’m a big boy! And I keep mommy safe!”

Negan smiles. “I’m sure you fuckin’ do! Does daddy’s big boy have a name?”

Another toothy grin is flashed. “Issac! But mommy calls me Ike!”

“Ike? Hmmm. That sounds like a damn good name for a big boy who protects his mommy!”

Ike giggles and nods fast. “Mommy said you my daddy?”

“Your mommy would be fuckin’ right, little man. I am your daddy! Wanna know how I know I’m your daddy?”

“How?” Wide eyes and a curious face look up at him.

“Because, little man,” Negan smiles. “You have the same hair color as me.” He lightly tugs on a few strands of jet black hair. “You have the same cute dimples as me.” He gently pokes chubby little cheeks, making the boy smile widely, showing off dimples. “And! Your mommy said I’m your daddy. She’s a smart lady, and she always tells the truth!”

Ike giggles and nods fast. “Mommy does do that!”

Negan chuckles and kisses his son’s head again, doing everything in his power not to start crying as his little boy hugs him tight and murmurs against his jacket.

“Love you, daddy.”

“And, I love you too, my little man.”

His statement earns him a happy squeal and another tight hug as little legs wrap ‘round his waist. Negan tightens his arms ‘round the little human clinging to him like a fly on a strip of duct tape. He closes his eyes and savors the feeling of holding his son in his arms for the first time. Issac clings to him, the man he’s known as his daddy without having ever met him.

He knows his mommy and sister were right. This is his daddy and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. He rubs his face against the smooth leather jacket and lets out a happy noise, before he starts crying.

“Ike?” He hears daddy’s voice ask. “What’s wrong?”

He sniffles and clings to him more. “Missed you, daddy. I happy you here now.”

His little heart nearly bursts with happiness as he feels super strong arms tighten ‘round him again and a gentle, yet heavy hand rests on his back, keeping him close. Keeping him safe. Letting him know it’s ok to relax, so he does. His little body sagging in the strong, safe arms, holding him close to a warm chest.

“Daddy’s got you, little man. You’re safe now. I fuckin’ promise.” He hears the words murmured in his ear by a gentle voice. “Daddy’s never leaving you. Never letting you go. Never gonna stop loving you.”

Ike cries harder, his tears soaking into the leather of his daddy’s jacket. He feels a soft kiss against his temple. He doesn’t realize that the words are almost identical to the words murmured to his big sister the day sister. He doesn’t care ‘bout that. All he cares ‘bout is the fact that his daddy’s here now, that he’s never gonna leave him, that’s he’s safe, and that his daddy’s always gonna love him.

He sniffles, rubbing a snotty nose across slightly wet leather, his tears slowly drying up as he grips the smooth fabric in his tiny hands, never wanting to let go. Negan holds him close, rubbing his back with soft, gentle movements, eyes closed as he presses his own nose in his son’s hair. He curls his fingers a little to lightly scratch the little boy’s back, helping him relax.

After a few moments, the two lift their heads and stare at each other. Ike reaches a hand up, running his fingers through his daddy’s beard, and giggles at the feeling.

“Dat tickles!”

Negan laughs and rubs his face back and forth across a tiny outstretched palm, making more giggles erupt from inside the tiny boy in his arms.

“Do you like it when daddy’s beard tickles your hand?” He asks, getting a super fast nod in response. “Yea? I bet it’d tickle your tummy! What do you think?”

Ike giggles and shakes his head. “Noooo!”

“I think it would! Should we find out?”

After a brief moment of thinking it over, and before the little kid can reply, he’s lifted higher in Negan’s arms as his shirt gets raised and suddenly his daddy’s beard is tickling his tummy as he blows raspberries above his belly button. Ike squeals with giggles and tries to push his shirt back down and he wiggles in Negan’s arms.

“DADDY!!! STOOOOOOOPP! DAT TICKLES!!” He squeals, giggling, his little face a bright red.

Negan laughs and gently tugs his shirt back down, covering his son’s tummy.

“I told you it’d tickle!” He chuckles.

Ike giggles. “Bad daddy!”

Negan pretends to pout like he’s been scolded, but it doesn’t last long as both he and his son start grinning from ear to ear and one giggles while the other laughs softly, kissing his head.

“Should daddy tickle mommy with his beard? Hmmm? Give her tickle kisses?” Negan asks, his eyes dancing with happiness as he glances up at the most beautiful woman in the world, then his daughter standing next to her, before looking back at his son.

“NO!” His wife says, giggling.

“YES!” Both his kids say, giggling.

Negan smirks and looks up at his wife, once more. “Sorry, baby. Looks like it’s 3 to 1. The kids voted I give you tickle kisses!”

“You do it, Negan Alexander, and you might get slapped!”

He chuckles at the threat that has no heat behind the words as he walks closer to her. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take, sweetheart. It’s been too fuckin’ long since we’ve kissed.”

He grins and steps right in front of his beautiful wife. Biting his bottom lip between his teeth, he gently sets Ike down, smiling when the little boy wraps his arms ‘round his leg, holding onto him. Negan reaches up with both hands and gently cups his wife’s cheeks, gazing into her eyes.

“Kiss me, baby, and I’ll take you home.”

A bright smile lifts her lips up as a teasing glint is seen in Leigh’s eyes as she leans into her husband’s touch.

“Promise?” She whispers.

“I fuckin’ promise promise, baby.” Negan replies, his voice a low murmur.

A moment later, their lips meet as he lowers his head and she lifts herself up on her tiptoes, both with their eyes closed. Negan moans softly against the soft lips pressed to his as he feels his wife wrap her arms ‘round his neck, pulling him closer. He drops his hands from her cheeks and lets them settle on her hips as he gives a slight tug, bringing her body closer to his.

Their lips part slightly as his tongue lightly runs along hers, begging permission for something terribly missed over the years. Gaining the needed permission, Negan lets his tongue glide across his wife’s, engaging in a dance not performed in almost a decade, but never forgotten. Slowly pulling back, he places a quick kiss on her plump lips once more before completely lifting his head and opening his eyes.

His smile turns into a lazy smirk as he takes into the sight of his well and properly kissed wife who brings a hand from ‘round his neck to rest against her lips as her eyes flutter open and gaze up him.

“So fuckin’ worth the risk of getting slapped.”

Leigh’s laughter fills his body and soul, making him feel like the happiest motherfucker on the God forsaken planet where the dead walk and the living fight each other. His son’s fit of giggles only makes him happier as he scoops him back up, perching him on his hip. His daughter’s giggle and eye roll makes him chuckle before pulling her to him, wrapping his free arm ‘round her, hugging her close.

“So...shall Daddy take his family home now?” He asks, glancing at the three most important people in his life.

A chorus of “Yes”’s ring out from the kids while his wife smirks and nods.

“You did promise promise, Daddy.”

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alo-piss-trancy · 4 years ago

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11, 30, 32, 41 for the fanfic writer asks! - Nsfwitchy

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THESE AHHH 💛

THIS WAS REALLY FUN EVEN IF I HAD TO THINK FOR A WHILE ON SOME OF THEM

((I'm still open for these if anyone else wants to send some btw! I'm just slow af with answering haha but I'll get to them))

11: How do you come up with your fic titles?

Honestly? Part Song Titles/Lyrics and part 'This Line I Wrote Sounds Kinda Pretentious for a Piss Fic... I'm Definitely Gonna Use It'. Or just a general theme. Or a pun. Looking at my fic list... there's a lot of puns in titles.

Tbh I rarely title things until I'm actually on the ao3 posting page so I just scramble to pull one out of my ass XD There's no real method to my madness

30: Post a snippet from your current WIP without context.

"There. You've been graced with more attention from a Togami than a wretch like you ever deserved. I suggest you savour it while you- hrk!"

His words were abruptly cut off by a tightness around his throat, the grip clenching to restrict his airflow, little by little. While admittedly surprised, he didn't panic, merely studying what he could of the arm in his sightline. The metal tips of her scissors traced his Adam's apple, then slid up to dig into the flesh on the underside of his jaw. She didn't draw blood, but all it would take was a hint more pressure. Now that he was forced to lock eyes, she leaned in so that her breath flared in his face.

"Kiss me like you mean it, pretty boy~" she commanded, leering down at him. She'd climbed onto the edge of the chair for better access, pressing their foreheads together. And, not-so coincidentally, pressed her left knee directly against his swollen abdomen. What breath she hadn't choked out of him was stolen in a pained wheeze, his vision spotting. Now, not only were his teeth swimming, his head was, and he loathed whatever noise of pleading had managed to escape his lips during his lack of focus. She removed both her hand and weapon from his neck, and he only took a moment to inhale before he shoved himself into as much of her as his binds would allow. Her chest, nearly flat enough to rival his own, pressed against him, and he blocked out her obnoxious sighs with a growl, tilting his head to smother her lips.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

I swear any other time I'd have a whole list of my best stupid jokes and puns from my fics ready to fling at people but here I am, blanking as soon as I'm asked lmao. Isn't that always how it goes c': I had to dig through my ao3 and this is what I came up with, not sure if they're my ultimate faves bc I tend to pick favourites by the whole fic in general? But here we are!

I tend to write in run-ons and broken sentences so one of these is more like an excerpt? Because otherwise it wouldn't make sense lol

1. "Get down on your knees, my pet." the President purred, and that sound reminded her that she was going to be devoured today, body and soul, by this magnificent predator. The rarest of tigers, regal in its brutality in the way scarlet blood stained snowy fur. "Kneel for me." Her captor insisted, fangs sealed behind serene lips, and she kneeled, her bare knees caressed by a plush rug as she tilted her head back and bared her throat.

Yes. Like the blood of its prey, a messy, distilled part of her would taint Kirari Momobami, would stick with her long after this exchange ended and they parted ways. The President could bite into her, tear her apart in any way she saw fit and gorge upon her, but this would never be a one time affair. She was going to leave her mark before she succumbed...

( 'Freezerburn', a Kakegurui praise kink fic I wrote for a kinkmeme on dreamwidth. I'm a slut for animal imagery lmao )

2. "You can pretend you're some pillow princess, but you're a filthy fuckin' horndog..."

( 'Deny Me, Degrade Me, Desecrate Me', my trashy Good Girls smutfic which also has some choice gunplay excerpts I almost put here instead lol. I need to catch up on that show so I can write them again bc that ship is God Tier)

3. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!?”

“Dragging you to the bathroom before you piss yourself like a big baby.” Alois deadpanned, blinking down at him. “Even though you’d probably deserve it.”

“You could have accomplished that without caressing me like a harlot. Get your hand off of my arse.”

('Desperate Danse', my beautiful piece of Cielois shenanigans c': I had so much fun with the dialogue exchanges in that fic lol. Annoying poor Ciel is a riot )

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?

This is actually an interesting question to me because the answer really does vary depending on what your definition of 'popular' is. Do you measure it by hits? Audience interaction? Platform? I had too much fun clicking around the stats page to analyze that so have answers for different criteria:

Hits: 'Getting Your Feet Wet'

Kudos: 'Tear You Apart'

Comment threads: 'Conundrums Lead to Collapse'

Tumblr Notes: 'Cops and Robbers' (and also those Akira drabbles like him in class or in Sojiro's car. Y'all are just absolute sluts for the p5 protag over here lol)

So what I'm getting from this is ao3 prefers my various femslash bs and tumblr wants the Nasty Crime Boi. Which is fine with me bc I love writing both 😎

#bear gets a letter #omocute #omorashi #fandomo #fictomo #i'll reblog the fics in a sec in case anyone wants the sources #without having to dig thru my entire page #i'm not censoring names or anything in this bc i don't wanna risk ruining the formatting on hell app #if i get hate asks oh well screw it lol

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ok for the rambles request: the video you uploaded of josh being goofy and cute af can you do something with him doing that to his gf and just being really cute because she’s kinda down 🥺

goofy josh :’) okay so since like 99% of me being down is like caused by stupid college stuff, i’ll do a ramble where you don’t do so well on an exam, and you’re super sad

josh notices your demeanor as soon as he comes into the bedroom because you’re curled up with your knees tucked under one of his sweatshirts, and you’re just kind of blankly staring off and not watching your favorite show

“what’s up, babe?” he asks but he knows you’ll say nothing, which you do, so he’s laying down next to you on the bed “no like what’s the matter”

and you admit how dumb you feel cause you tried so hard and still failed on the exam, and now you’ll have to work 3x as hard to maintain a decent grade in the class, and just how stupid you feel sometimes

and josh gets that really slight pout on his full lips, and his eyes widen just a bit, and you can see his empathy when he mirrors your sadness

his fingers are just brushing over the apples of your cheeks and taking your hair back from your face, one of his thumb rubs gentle circles on your jaw while he kisses your forehead

“baby, you’re not stupid. stuff like this happens, and it’s okay,” he mumbles while pulling your head to his chest, and wrapping you up in his big strong arms

“you’re gonna do better next time, just a little bit better each time, it’s okay to have a bad grade” he murmurs to you while kissing your forehead again

“when i have a bad game, do you think i’m a bad player?” and you immediately pipe up with a “no, josh of course not, but-”

and he cuts you off “so you have one bad grade, you’re not a bad student and you’re not bad at this. you’re human, okay baby?” he murmurs while holding you close to him, his big hand is sliding under his sweatshirt and rubbing your back, his other hand rests on your scalp.

“i love you, and i love how smart you are” he murmurs again while lifting your chin and poking your cheek with a smile “okay?” and you nod your head

he squeezes your cheeks together so your lips open a bit “i didn’t hear you” he says while making your lips move by squeezing your cheeks and grinning

and you want to smile, but it physically hurts, and you’re giggling while shoving his hand away, “baby!” you whine with a sweet laugh

“thanks for making me smile,” you say with a soft grin as you settle your hand through his hair and you bring your lips to his, and he squeezes your cheeks once more to kiss your oddly puckered lips while chuckling

“come on, let’s go get you some cake, and celebrate you cutting yourself some slack,” he says while lifting you up, and hoisting you into his arms while you laugh

#every time i write soft josh i want a boyfriend #it's bad for my health ok #josh anderson #rambles #rambles: josh anderson

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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The Hunters Chapter 6

Title: The Hunters Chapter 6

Summary: What happens when four idiots get together? Nikki's looking for his dad. Tommy's trying to get out of his mom's shadow. Vince is along for the ride. And Mick is just trying to keep them alive. Which is harder than it sounds when then Winchesters join the fray.

Warnings: Language, violence, m/m smut, canon divergence, character deaths (temporarily), wincest if you squint (may add more tags as I go)

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Nikki left the alley not long after Tommy did, his thoughts drifting back to the mysterious other hunter. Bobby had introduced him to some other hunters, but outside of the two or three times he had seen Dean Winchester, most hunters he had met were older, gruffer, and sure as hell weren’t hunting in Atari t-shirts and ponytails.

And fuck, he didn’t even have his name. With a groan, Nikki headed back to the payphone to call Bobby.

“Hey, you’ll never believe what just happened,” Nikki told him when the older man answered.

“What did you do? You’ve only been there like two hours,” Bobby sighed.

“I didn’t do anything, but there was this kid and he took out the vamp I was after,” Nikki explained. “Like, he had some sword and I thought he was dead but he chopped the head off like it was butter. It was so fucking awesome Bobby.”

“Got a name?” Bobby asked.

“He wouldn’t give me one,” Nikki explained. “He was younger than me, but a little taller. He had long hair and, he was so awesome.”

“Well, I only personally know two hunters out there, and neither of them are a young boy,” Bobby explained. “Voula is a woman, and Rufus hasn’t been young in a hundred years.” Bobby chuckled some.

“Well, I only came out here for that one vampire, but I think that I might stick around a little bit,” Nikki told him. “Could be interesting.”

“Do you ever think with your upstairs brain?” Bobby laughed. “Just be careful. Check in with me later.”

****

2 Months Later

Nikki had gotten himself a rat trap apartment just off the strip. It wasn’t glamorous, but he was right in the heart of the action. He could go see bands at night, play in a few if he wanted to, and he could hunt around the Los Angeles area.

But, most importantly, he was on the lookout for the mysterious Atari t-shirt wearing hunter from before. But he never saw him again.

Nikki had been playing in a band with some guys on and off, making sure to take time to do some hunts if Bobby sent them his way. He had just gotten back from band practice to his phone ringing.

“Hello?” Nikki answered.

“Hey Nikki,” Bobby replied. “Look, you know John Winchester?”

“Yeah. Asshole who might know something about my dad,” Nikki grumbled. Bobby chuckled a little. That was the nicest thing he had heard about John in awhile.

“Yeah, well, he’s missing. And his boys were supposed to check in and haven’t. Last I heard, they were around the Sacramento area. I want you to meet up with another hunter by the name of Mick Mars to go look for them.” Bobby explained.

“Mick Mars? What kind of name is that?” Nikki asked.

“Says the guy who changed his name to Nikki Sixx,’ Bobby pointed out.

“Touche,” Nikki shook his head. “Where am I meeting this Mick Mars at?”

“He said to meet him at the Troubadour. He said he’s playing tonight and will meet you after,” Bobby explained. “You two can go over the info he has and go find the boys.”

“Any chance John will be there?” Nikki asked, looking out the window of his apartment.

“At the Troubadour?” Bobby asked with a bit of a laugh. “No, I don’t think he’ll be wherever his boys are. Dean lost track of him in Jericho.”

“And then you lost track of Dean in Sacramento. What is it with California?” Nikki asked.

“Big state. The government won’t release their top secret inventions. Like, I have a cousin who told me that they have a car that runs on water but they won’t release it because…”

“Bobby,” Nikki sighed.

“Right, sorry. Anyway, California is the place to go if you don’t want someone to find you. That’s what I have you for,” Nikki smiled a bit. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay Bobby. Talk soon.” They both hung up and Nikki got ready to go to the Troubadour.

****

Tommy had just come into his room after Voula had him do some research. His eyes were hurting and he wanted a long, long nap. He closed the bedroom door shut when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around to see a shadowy figure in his room. He launched himself at it, prompting a small fight that ended up with Tommy on his back, and his friend Vince pinning him down.

“Easy tiger,” Vince said with a laugh. “You sure you’re some good hunter?” Tommy growled and flipped them over, knocking Vince onto his back. “Or maybe you are.” He laughed as Tommy got up and offered him a hand.

“What are you doing here?” Tommy asked.

“Looking for a beer?” Vince shrugged. “Look man, Rufus sent me to get you since you hadn’t been answering your phone.”

“Rufus?” That’s when his bedroom light turned on. Vince and Tommy looked towards the door, where Voula stood, leaning against the doorframe.

“Well, hey Mrs. Bass,” Vince smiled at her. “Long time no see.”

“Well, if you’d come in through the front door like a normal human being, you might see me more often,” She shook her head. “So, why are you here?”

“I…” He looked to Tommy, who just waved for him to continue. “Rufus wants me and Tommy to come meet him. He’s got a thing for us.”

“I see,” Voula looked at her son. “What are my rules?”

“If I’m going to go out on a hunt, make sure I tell you where I’m going, make sure I check in, and if I can’t check in, try to leave a trace of where I may be so if you have to come find me, you can,” Tommy sighed. “Mom, I’m 19. I’ve been hunting without you since like 17. I think I got this.”

“And he won’t be alone on whatever Rufus is sending us on Mrs. Bass,” Vince wrapped an arm around Tommy’s shoulders. “He’s got me.”

“That’s what worries me,” Voula shook her head. “Okay. Just be safe.”

“I will mom,” Tommy kissed her cheek. “Aren’t I always?”

“Not last week when you burnt a wendigo only to turn around and walk straight into a tree branch,” Voula pointed out. Vince started laughing.

“That’s how you got that bruise on your forehead?” Vince wheezed. “That’s hilarious.”

“Shut the fuck up man,” Tommy shook his head. Voula left so Tommy could pack up some things.

“Dude, I ever mention that you’re mom’s hot?” Vince asked.

“Dude! That’s like saying my sister is hot,” Tommy shuddered a little.

“I mean…” Vince smirked, knowing that would piss Tommy off.

“Dude, let’s just go,” Tommy said as he finished packing some clothes and got his weapons bag, making sure his sword was in there.

“Get a gun man,” Vince whispered to him as they headed downstairs, past David who was sitting in his chair, watching TV, and Voula and Athena who were in the kitchen. “Hey Athena.” Vince winked at the younger girl, who blushed and quickly had to find something in the pantry.

“Bye guys,” Tommy called out.

“Okay, hold on, where are you going?” David asked, causing Tommy and Voula to share a look. “And where did Vince come from?”

“He came from a landfill, and we’re going to…” Tommy glanced at Vince.

“An apple orchard up north,” Vince smiled. “They make a killer apple pie.”

“Okay then…” David eyed the two boys. “Call us when you get there.”

“Will do,” Tommy said quickly. “Bye mom, bye dad, bye loser!”

“Asshole!” Athena filled Tommy off from the pantry. Tommy and Vince headed out the door as David could be heard telling Athena to cool it. Tommy headed towards the van he got from his uncle. He had tried to clean it, but it still smelled like shit.

“No way, uh uh,” Vince shook his head.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“We are not taking your creepy van,” Vince told him. “I’ve got my car. We’ll just ride in it.”

“What’s wrong with the van? We can store more stuff in it,” Tommy told him.

“One, it smells like a mix of BO and piss, two, it looks trashy, and three, I’m driving,” Vince smiled and dragged Tommy over to his orange, 1975 Dodge Challenger.

“And how did you get this again?” Tommy asked as they tossed their bags into the trunk and got in.

“I know a guy who knows a guy,” Vince shrugged. “Shotgun just needs to shut his mouth.” Tommy rolled his eyes as Vince fired up the car, AC/DC coming from the speakers as they drove away, and Vince singing along the whole way.

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One More Night. Pt 4

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Chapter: 4/14

Genre: Mutual pining, canon compliant, fluffy af, angsty af, suggestive, teasing and filled with that good shit that everyone loves

Words in this chapter: 6654

The following week passed in a blur, between worried glances from Eunji to angry looks between San and Hongjoong, the endless teasing the latter exposed me for, and I, somehow, managed my own work amongst everything that was going on. - Dallas proved to be more difficult than I imagined, and I cursed my stupid head for thinking about Atiny first and my own sanity second when I created Hongjoong’s outfit. The shirt and jacket was ok, quite cute and innocent, the shiny leather pants though… that was an entirely different story. I didn’t dress him in the capacity I’d done before, agreeing with myself that I probably shouldn’t see him undress multiple times a day if I wanted to keep my own promise of not sleeping with him. I’d leaned back against a make-up table in a connected room, answering emails as usual on my phone when he strutted out of the changing room, fingers into the belt loops of his pants and I felt my heart skip a beat when I met his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he tipped an imaginary hat. I didn’t expect it to be quite as see through as it was. The fabric of it was thin, it had to be because of the warm Texas climate, and I cursed myself again when I met his hooded eyes. My heart raced when he took another step forward, walking crotch first like a proper cowboy. He drank my desire for him like it was a thirst he couldn’t clench, gulped it down and I couldn’t help but audible gasp when the shy teasing between us began to show up as a thick line on the front of his pants. He licked his lips, basically undressed me with his eyes as they met mine, clearly felt the restrain that was happening in his pants and my breath hitched in my throat when he took another step, almost flushed his body against mine. “Like what you see, noona?” he asked, a moan slipped out as well just to tease me and I gave him a disapproving look. I felt how arousal pooled from my core, but I was determined not to feed my appetite for him. “I’ll give you three minutes to deal with your little problem” I said with a nod towards his crotch and he looked at me, slightly offended, “Little?” He asked with a scoff and I rolled my eyes before I gave him an innocent smile, placed my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, his hips flushed against mine, and I felt how his cock grew harder against my thigh when I slowly licked my lips and leaned in dangerously to his face. He inhaled with a small gasp as my hot breath tickled his neck and I smiled, “Two minutes” - Chicago and Hongjoong entered the room I had a coffee break in, both hands occupied with food and a hot drink of his own, a smirk on his lips as he approached me, and I choked on my coffee when I looked up from my phone. “Noona… I forgot to zip up my pants after a bathroom break and just realized after I picked up all these snacks. It’s for Eunji in the other room and you can’t let me walk in there like this, can you?” He said and tried to hide a smirk behind his pout as he basically thrusted his crotch into my hands and I pressed my lips into a thin line, not amused at all by his antics. I looked around to see if there was a place for him to put down the things but it was a small room, basically just a glorified wardrobe with a small sofa and even though I was ok with putting my things on the floor, I couldn’t allow Eunji’s food to be placed there as well. He licked his lips, the smirk still tugged on them when I put away my phone and coffee before my fingers reached forward and I pulled up the zipper, buttoned him up and fastened the belt as well, my fingers shaking slightly and I tried to not move a muscle when a small gasp escaped his lips, and he bucked his hips forwards slightly, chasing my fingers. I swallowed and looked up at him, my face in height of his stomach and he looked back down at me, fringe parted in the middle, mouth slightly opened and eyes glossy. “Really?” I asked, finding his lust for me to be unbelievable. “It’s always been like this noona… You’ve just gotten a new perspective because I allow myself to be like this near you and not hours later when I’m alone. I couldn’t do anything else but nod, bit my lower lip hard when he took another step forward and I quickly realized my compromised position as he bucked his hips forward again, almost involuntarily, like he’d been holding onto his arousal for hours and first now indulged himself to play it out, my face dangerously close to his half hard cock and I took a shuddering breath again, broke my eye contact with him and stood up, slightly pushing him to the side. He moaned with frustration, the pout back on his lips and I took the hot drinks and snacks from his hand, “If you get cum on your clothes, I will chop your dick off in your sleep” - Atlanta and I’m just about to go to bed. My make-up removed and I brushed my teeth when a sudden knock on the door made me flinch with surprise. I opened it and Hongjoong stood outside, and my jaw tensed as I removed my toothbrush, an awkward feeling showering over me. I didn’t know who I expected to be at the other side of the door since I had the room for myself for once, but it certainly wasn’t him. He met my eyes before his gaze fell on the toothbrush still in my mouth, white toothpaste in the corners of it and I could see his Adam’s apple bob when he gulped as his imaginary ran wild. “Hi…” He avoided my gaze and I turned around, let the door slam in his face without a word and went into the bathroom to remove the smears of toothpaste and rinsed my mouth, cursed my entire existence as shame flooded every cell in my body. I went back to the door and sighed with relief when he still stood there, the same smile on his lips that spoke of slight discomfort and I stood aside to invite him in, “Hi” I finally replied, with a puzzled tone in my voice when he laid down on my bed, his hair sprawled over the white pillow, a headband covering his forehead. He wore a sweatshirt and soft pants and I had to suppress a sigh; the duality of his character still surprised me even after working with him for close to five months. It was tough to imagine that this was the same person that stood in his stage clothes just a few hours ago. Charming Atiny with his voice, dance moves and an endless supply of charisma. “You’re staring at me again” He said, a soft smile on his lips, like he didn’t mind being admired, his arms rested over his head. I looked away quickly and crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?” I asked and hoped that this wasn’t just another way of him trying to seduce me. “I was locked out of the hotel room. I guess that Yunho’s sleeping because he didn’t get the door when I rung the bell” He pouted and looked up at the ceiling and I immediately regretted the harsh tone in my voice. “Why don’t you ask for help at the reception?” I uncrossed my arms and took a step forward, standing next to the bed instead. “Because the person who has the card fixing thingy is asleep and I don’t want to wake them up, so I figured…” “This is the only bed” I interrupted; eyes heavy. The clock had already passed 01:00 and I was tired, way too tired for his teasing. “It’s big enough, though” Hongjoong moved over to the side and looked up at me with puppy eyes behind the big translucent glasses. I stroked down my face with one hand in a tired motion and rubbed my aching eyes with my thumb and long finger before I sighed, switched off the main lights and then sat down on the bed. I reached out for him and he took my hand, intertwined our fingers with a soft smile on his lips. The only light source was the lamp on the balcony that slipped into the room and softly illuminated us. Warmth radiated from his eyes as he watched me like I hung the moon and I swallowed when my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t kick him out now. It was late and I even though I just wanted to sleep on my own, and spread out however I wanted, his hand was comfortable and familiar in mine and I’d missed this side of him. The one that cared for me and didn’t just look at me like he wanted to devour me. I laid down on the pillow next to him, our hands between us and he removed his glasses, placed them on the table next to the bed before he turned to his side, copying the way I laid. “If you make a move on me, I’ll quit the company” I said, voice calm and serious and he let out a small chuckle of surprise. “No, you won’t” He said, but he didn’t sound near as confident as he might’ve wanted. “I will. I’m too tired for any sort of bullshit right now. I just want you to hold me” I said and covered my mouth when I yawned, eyes falling shut. I shuffled closer to him, barely a decimetre between our faces and I could hear him gulp. “But…” “No” I interrupted; my eyes still closed. “We’re alone…” “Yes, but no” “No one would” I let go of his hand, purely out of spite at his persuasion before I turned around so that my back was against him instead. There was a deep sigh, and a pause before I heard him shuffle, the sound of clothes hitting the floor next to the bed made my pulse pick up in speed, and it got harder to breathe when the bed dipped slightly as he moved closer to me. He placed his arm lazily around my waist and pressed his naked chest against my back. I gulped and froze as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, and whispered a soft, “Relax noona. You must be exhausted. I’m sorry for pushing you. It’s just… you know how I feel” “I know” I whispered back, and he rubbed slow comforting circles over my stomach. I took a deep breath, not realizing I’d held it and my body eventually relaxed in his arms. “Good girl” He whispered in my ear, voice drowsy from sleep and I sucked on the inside of my cheek as his words did nothing to comfort me but rather went straight to my core, and my stomach jumped happily as the tickling feeling spread between my legs. - New York and I spend the hour I’d gotten off work to walk around the city I lived in for five years. Hongjoong had begged me to let him join all morning and even though I initially said that I wanted to go alone, he still showed up outside my door just before I left. I only gave him a look that was supposed to scold him for not respecting my wishes, but he smiled brightly when he saw me, eyes squinting, and I exhaled a sigh as all the annoyed feelings left me in an instant. I started walking and heard how he slumped over against the wall, disappointed that I left without him. “Let’s go then” I said, looked back at him over my shoulder and he quickly skipped over to join at my side, camera in his hand and a cap over his head, a mask covered the rest of his face and I shook my head, my heart flipped like crazy when his tireless energy infected me. We took a taxi to Seventh Avenue and I immediately visited my own school, inhaled sharply when I stood outside the place that changed my life. We didn’t enter, there was no time for that, but it felt good seeing the place that started my journey and being there with Hongjoong almost made tears fall from my eyes. Even though it felt like I was constantly angry with him these days, I was angry because of my feelings for him and the anguish of not being able to act upon them, especially when it felt like he had some kind of feelings for me as well, be it the attraction he’d already acted upon or an affection that ran deeper. We went to a café I frequently used to visit and took a walk through a park I more than often did my homework in, preferring back then, just as now, to surround myself with the colours of nature rather than the books in a library, sitting down on a park bench to revelled in our free time for a few minutes, just before we had to go back. The glow from the weak spring sun reflected in the long jewellery in Hongjoong’s ears and I watched him, I couldn’t help it, as he leaned back against the backrest, pink strawberry ice cream in the corners of his mouth, the beams from the sun warmed his face and I wondered how it would be if we weren’t in the position we were. If he were a regular, everyday person and not an idol and I wouldn’t be his stylist but just his friend. Would I kiss him now, tasting the strawberry on his lips? Would we continue to walk, hand in hand through the streets of New York, have lunch and dinner together and not worry about anything at all? Maybe take the subway to see the statue of Liberty or go to Madame Tussauds so that he could take photos with Michael Jackson’s wax figure? Would we be able to go back to the hotel room and lose ourselves in the desire that we felt so clearly? To make love until all we felt was each other, like nothing else mattered but the feeling of skin against skin and the chase as we spurred each other towards the finish line, tasting the little death as it exploded behind closed eyelids like fireworks against a clear black sky. “If you keep looking at me like that, people might think that we are on an actual date” Hongjoong said, interrupting my daydreaming, a sweet smile on his lips that didn’t reach his brown eyes as he looked up at me, shadowed with sadness from the words that spilled from his lips, and I choked on a breath, the sentence hurt more than I wanted to admit and I looked away with a sigh. - We got back to Korea, the following day, and I threw myself on my bed, breathed in the familiar scent of my fabric softener. We had one week to reload our batteries and prepare for the second part of the tour, the first concert would be in London, April the 3th. My brain was slow, and I felt fatigued, restless as I couldn’t do much but just wait for the jet lag to disappear. I forced myself to eat when the clock struck 9 pm, even though I didn’t feel hungry at all and stayed up all night to reset my sleep schedule. My body screamed at me to go to sleep when I stood in the kitchen at 3 am, trying and failing to make a sandwich, mindlessly rocking back and forth from exhaustion as I tried to keep my eyes open, thankful that I had blinders in case someone would see me and think that I had a seizure or something. The next day was hell and I went outside, music in my headphones and with quick steps, hoping that fresh air and social interactions would keep me awake. I was standing in front of the dairy part of my local supermarket when a sudden notification dipped down in my inbox and I opened it, rubbed my eyes when the text seemed to blur together and I held the phone close to my face to be able to read, the familiar photo of a minion made me smile. ‘I miss you, noona’ There was an audio file attached to the message and I opened it, thinking that it was a new piece of music he’d composed. A loud gasp echoed against my eardrums and I quickly took out my headphones, scared to death that someone had heard, but I was alone in my part of the store. A blush flushed my cheeks red when I put the headphones on again and replayed the small snippet. There was a gasp and a curse word in a voice that couldn’t be anyone else's but Hongjoongs and I swallowed, my mouth dry as I felt my stomach flip and a titillated feeling spread between my legs. The whole audio file wasn’t more than eight seconds long and I understood that the shortness of it was the point. He didn’t want to give me more than necessary for my mind to run wild. I ended up just leaving the store, too lost in my mind to be able to think. My heart beat hard from lust and excitement as I closed my front door behind me, leaned on it as I felt my pulse in my ears and I rubbed my thighs together, helplessly as my arousal burned. I chewed on my lower lip, pushed myself of the door and walked straight to a wardrobe next to my own, my fingers tremble slightly when I opened it. Clothes broke, especially when you worked as an idol and Hongjoong was just one of those people who ripped shirts, pants and jackets in everyday situations. He wasn’t clumsy, but rather… reckless when it came to taking care of the clothes he was wearing (which in the end, proved to be helpful since he loved to reform and create new pieces with the clothes I couldn’t fix anymore) and instead of taking them home one by one, I’d asked him to just collect everything that needed to be looked over so that I had something to do these days between the two tours. My fingers reached out to stroke down that favourite shirt of his, and I swallowed hard to suppress the feeling of shame that bubbled up in my chest when I pulled it from the hanger and buried my nose in the neckline of it. I exhaled a gasp, that quickly turned into a moan, and my eyes rolled back when the smell of his cologne filled my senses. I placed my headphones in my ears again, replayed the audio clip he’d send to me, over and over before I fell backwards on my bed, inhaled his scent and imagined that he was right there with me as my trembling fingers unbuttoned my jeans. - It was the 31th of March and Hongjoong gave me a big smile when he jumped in next to me in the car that would take us all to the airport. It was a smile I recognized, and my eyebrows rose as he clearly checked me out. “Hi” He said while putting on his seatbelt. “Hi” I repeated and broke his gaze, but he didn’t let me escape that easy. “You look good” I nodded, my mouth pressed into a line as I looked over at the company owned driver nervously, but he didn’t move a muscle and I hoped that he either couldn't hear or cared about what we said as he waited for the signal to start driving. “Thanks, you too” I said, voice low and tense and I clasped my hands in my lap as the car started to move. A few minutes passed as we drove through the city and I looked out the window, deep in thought as I went over everything, I knew I had to bring with me. “Did you enjoy the audio clip I sent you?” He said with hidden mischief in his voice. I froze and my heart flipped hard. I looked over at Hongjoong before my eyes flicked over to the driver, but he didn’t even look back at us, probably thinking that we spoke about a music piece, just like I thought that it was from the beginning. Hongjoong’s eyes were playfully dark and I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t betray me. I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I held back the sudden want to just shove him out the door. “I hoped that my clothes helped setting the scene as well” He added simply, like he was just talking about the weather outside and I drilled my eyes into his, angry that he played with me like this. Unsure if he’d installed cameras in my apartment or if he simply just knew me so well. “How?” I asked and bit back my embarrassment when his eyes widened with surprise as I just confessed that I had gotten myself off with the sound of him in my ears and the smell of him surrounding me. “You love the way I smell; don’t you think I don't notice every time you would inhale sharply as soon as I’d stand close to you? Like it’s a drug to you” He smirked, playfully and I felt a blush colour my cheeks and hung my head, ashamed. “It’s cute, though” He said, voice changing from teasingly to loving, and I flinched slightly when his fingertips brushed against the palm of my hand, a gesture that was innocent but held so much emotion behind it that I thought my heart was going to explode. It felt like I was fifteen and experienced my first love, the lack of his presence these last days made the touch of his skin against mine feel like sparks of electricity.

…….

April the 2nd and I frowned while looking out the window. I didn’t think that London would live up to its reputation as the rainiest city in the world, but I was apparently very wrong. It drizzled, which was the worst kind of rain in my opinion and I looked over with begging eyes at Eunji who was packing up her stuff. She gave me a soft smile and shrugged, knowing exactly what I was thinking but not able to place me in her group of styling noonas since I was the one with the most experience and therefore, was needed elsewhere. I sighed and put on an extra shirt before I pulled my raincoat over it, hoping that I wouldn’t get too cold. I met San and Wooyoung just outside the door and San chuckled lightly at my sour expression. “Good morning noona, lovely too see you first thing in the morning” He said and Wooyoung looked over at him, slightly offended. “But I was the first one you saw this morning” He said, and San only gave him a look, mouth opened to say something clever, but he soon realized that the truth of it wasn’t really negotiable. It made me giggle though and San’s gaze fell on me again as he smiled softly. Wooyoung looked over at his hyung with squinting eyes of suspicion before his gaze fell on me again and I wondered what he was thinking about, being one, positively the one that knew San best. They joined me as we walked down the corridor to collect the rest of the group. Our rooms was the first ones on the, almost completely, closed off floor. I knocked on the door closest, heart in my throat as I clenched a piece of paper in my hands with the members and their room number on it. There was shuffling on the other side and a few seconds later, Yunho opened the door, gave me a bright smile and kept eye contact as he bowed slightly as well, owning up to his name as the nation’s boyfriend and I could feel the tips of my ears flush red. Hongjoong peeked out from behind him and walked out the door to greet me as well with a big smile, a smile that fell slightly when he saw San standing next to me. The memories of their fight a little over two weeks ago still hurt like an open wound. They had their differences, but both were natural leaders with family-oriented personalities and I still felt guilt from the fact that I was the reason why they were angry at each other. There was still love behind their eyes though, a family bond like theirs couldn’t be broken so easily and they looked away quickly from each other again, sadness shadowed their faces. “Let’s go?” Yunho asked, the bright smile of his significantly weaker but still on his lips, even though he noticed the change in the air as well. We split up, San and Wooyoung continued down the corridor to get Mingi and Jongho and we knocked at the door across us to collect Yeosang and Seonghwa. We met up with some more people, cameramen and managers before we got into a bus that waited for us at the back of the building. Hongjoong sat down in one of the seats far back, keeping eye contact with me as I followed in their steps, and waved at Yunho to keep walking when he paused to sit down next to his hyung. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks when said hyung then patted enthusiastically at the seat next to him and I gave Yunho an apologizing smile which he returned with a shake of his head, like he couldn’t believe Hongjoong’s antics as well. The bus started to move and one of the managers told the boys that they were on the way to Chelsea FC and I saw on their faces what was going to happen, placed my fingers in my ears and saved my hearing by a second in marginal when the members screamed on top of their lungs from the happy surprise. It wasn't clear if it was something planned by higher up management as a gift or if a fan had fixed the places for them, but either way they were over the moon. All jumping in their seats when the club came into view. The members were handled cards and a small monitor that seemed to be like VR but without the big headpiece you usually wore. We walked around the stadium and me and a translator hired by the company split the group in two as we explained what the tour guide said. Most of the members understood basic English but there were words and sentences here and there that they needed some help with. I walked with Hongjoong at my side and answered his heated questions with a smile on my lips, finding his enthusiasm for the sport adorable. We stood on the ground, just next to the grass and I leaned in close to see football players run down the large patch of it on the monitor in Hongjoong’s hands. A noise of fascination escaped my lips and he looked over at me, and put some space between us with an amused smile on his lips as his gaze involuntarily flicked from my eyes to my lips where I stood only about fifteen centimetres from his face, my chest flushed against his arm. I realized how close we stood as well and quickly took a step back, looked nervously around us, too used to hang out in his intimate zone to constantly remember how weird it might look to outsiders. Especially foreigners who wasn’t used to the word ‘skinship’ The boys could probably be there all day, poking at the grass, and taking photos of each other but the already bad weather turned worse as a sudden rain of hale made us seek shelter in a nearby souvenir shop. I suppressed a giggle when all eight of them looked around like they were kids in a candy store, and multiple "Whoa’s" was heard as their eyes moved between coffee mugs, towels, keyrings and everything else in between. Not knowing where they were going, six of them hadn’t brought their wallets and they gave Seonghwa and Yeosang puppy eyes, all of them rambled promises of everything from new drones to action figurines and I made eye contact with the woman behind the counter, her forehead wrinkled from confusion as the scene played out in her small shop, that most likely had its main revenue from middle aged guys and wives looking for gifts and not a group of eight Koreans in their early twenties, six of them basically begged on their bare knees while the other two listed everything they wanted when they got home. I made eye contact with her and gave her a small smile as if I could convince her with the lie that they weren’t always like this. We ate lunch at a café not far from the club and I fixed their clothes with a soft hand, making sure that they would look perfect just in case there would be photographers from fan sites or magazines that somehow had gotten word of where they would be located. It felt strange to touch the other members, the feeling of the fabric of their clothes, their skin and hair the same as Hongjoong’s but I was so used to only feel him under my fingertips that I paused at each of them, like I wanted to ask for permission before I shook out of it and my fingers reached out to fix the ribbon on Yeosang’s hat or put a strand of hair back in place on Mingi’s head or brush off the collar of San’s blazer. Hongjoong’s eyes burned a hole into San when he gave me a bright smile, and he thanked me loudly before he looked back at the menu, avoiding his hyung’s fiery gaze like his life depended on it. I saved the one, my one, that I was most familiar with for last, and it felt like I could breathe again when I played with the hair in the back of his neck. Bringing out the iconic mullet from underneath the collar of his trench coat, and he took my hand when I placed it on his shoulder, mindlessly gave it a small squeeze, eyes focused on the menu and I avoided the looks we received. .. A few hours later and I was just finished with my schedule for the day, looked forward to get back up to my hotel room and take a nap before dinner when I heard someone run up to me. I turned around, a smile on my lips as I expected Hongjoong’s smile to match mine. But the person who looked back at me with slightly reddened cheeks wasn’t who I thought, his eyes shy, an awkward smile on his lips and he nervously combed his fingers through his black hair. “San? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked, maybe a bit rude and straightforward but I really expected that a fire had started in the dressing room or something because he looked at me like he had a shameful secret that he didn’t want me to find out. “It’s nothing, really… I…" He paused and looked around him and realized that we weren’t alone. A tech guy looked at us funny and some styling noonas gazed at us with curious eyes where they stood and had a coffee pause in a corner. San clenched his jaw, a stressed expression on his face, “Come with me” He said and I made an effort to protest but he only shut me down and hooked my arm with his before he rushed over to a waiting room a few doors down, peeked inside to make sure that it was empty and I gave him an angry look when he closed the door after us. I didn’t particularly like to be thrown around, especially when the person in question didn’t want to answer why. “What are you doing?” I asked, annoyed with him now and San looked up at me, a bit frightened of my reaction and hesitated for a second, like he wasn’t fully prepared to explain himself. “Sorry, I just can’t play this game of constant cat and mouse anymore. My feelings are killing me faster than Hongjoong is ever going to be able to do” He took a deep breath and avoided my confused stare as I crossed my arms over my chest, tired and not in the mood at all to play games, “What are you talking about?” I asked and felt slightly stupid, as if I missed the point completely. San rolled his eyes when I didn’t seem to understand and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Hongjoong will definitely kill me” He groaned out and I could see on his Adam’s apple that he gulped before he inhaled deeply and took two quick steps forward, cupped my face in his hands softly and pressed his lips against mine. I froze and the shock made me choke on my breath slightly. His lips moved carefully against mine, searching for a reaction, the motion made me regain control of my muscles and I took a step back, breaking the kiss in the process. San sighed deeply; eyes still closed for a few more seconds as his arms fell back against his sides. His lips tugged in a thin line that barely resembled a smile and he nodded slowly, accepting that the feelings he had was one-sided. His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, and embarrassment flushed his cheeks red. “Sorry, I just. I’ve wanted to do that for so long now and it’s been slowly eating away at my insides ever since the feeling between you and hyung changed in January and I realized that I had next to no chance with you anymore” My heart broke for him. Had he been longing for me all this time? I hadn’t even noticed because my eyes and mind had been on Hongjoong this whole time. I knew how it felt to not be able to act upon your feelings, but my own feelings were at least slightly reciprocated. To just sit back and watch how the person you wanted, show all their affection to someone else? That must be a living hell. “I’m sorry” I anxiously fiddled with my nails and wanted to reach out to him and give him a hug. I don’t think I’d ever seen a person look so miserable as he did. “It’s fine… I should’ve guessed. I don’t know what happened as soon as we reached American soil two weeks ago but that tight feeling between you and hyung had shifted again and I just wanted to take a chance… but I understand what you feel for him now… I was wrong, I shouldn’t have broken the work relationship boundary between us” He gave me a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he shook his head, avoided my gaze as he picked on his clothes. I held back the need to tell him to stop as he mindlessly unravelled a piece of thread. Silence fell upon us and I swallowed hard, not knowing if the conversation was over and I could leave. That’s when a knock on the door almost send us both of us flying. “Noona?” All colour fell from San’s face as he closed his eyes, cursed under his breath and then prayed to whatever God he believed in before he looked over at me with begging eyes not to answer as the person behind the door repeated himself, a bit louder this time and I gave him an apologizing smile before I sighed, “You can come in” San looked at me like I’d just murdered his entire family when the door opened and a very smiley Hongjoong soon did an emotional 180-degree turn, his smile turned into a frown and his eyes flicked outraged between us. His gaze lingered on San, who looked like he was on the verge of tears, chest heaving hard, a pained expression on his face and fist clenched as if he could only control his own emotions by inflicting pain on himself as his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand. Hongjoong walked in, closed the door behind him while he met my eyes instead and San jumped a good three meters to the side to put a distance between the two of them, still avoided his hyungs eyes like his life depended on it. “Did you fuck?” Hongjoong asked and my body recoiled with deep disapproval. Not that San didn’t look good, all eight of them did. But I'd never been one to just sleep with someone because of their appearance. I was an emotional person and I needed some kind of emotional attachment to the person I was offering my body to. I must’ve displayed a hurt expression as well because Hongjoong’s features softened slightly, his tense shoulders relaxed, and it was as if he took a deep breath of relief when he looked at me. “I kissed her” San said and looked up, frightened, as if he expected to be kicked out of the group when he met Hongjoong’s eyes, who sighed heavily at the verdict and wet his lips slowly with a nod. “And she kissed you back?” He asked back as if it were the most obvious thing I’d do in that situation and I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. “I did not!” I exploded with furious anger, took two steps forward and shoved Hongjoong into the door behind him, not caring if someone heard the thump of his body against it. He wasn’t very far from it, only half a meter or so and he looked up at me surprised as his breath hitched in his throat from the sudden impact “I didn’t kiss him back because I want you, you stupid fucking idiot” I jabbed my finger into his chest, beyond pissed off that he thought all the months I’d been yearning for him was me somehow faking it. “You…” I looked over my shoulder at San as well, “You better solve this problem you have between the two of you. I’m not a challenge or prize to achieve. I’m just as restrained as the two of you when it comes to relationships. So, either, honestly decide to spit up the group because everyone is hurting from the bad energy you have towards each other or talk about how you feel and try to come to a conclusion. But I’m not going to date either of you, just so we’re clear. I refuse to let two guys barely out of their teenage years fuck up my entire career” I pushed Hongjoong to the side, didn’t spare them another glance and then opened the door, not even giving them the courtesy of closing it before I stormed off down the corridor to catch the next company car back to the hotel.

#kim hongjoong #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong/reader #ateez kim hongjoong #part 4

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 6 years ago

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I’ll Be With You

The sun shines bright against the snow making it sparkle like one of Harry’s suits under the stage lights. Flipping his sunglasses from his hair and onto his eyes, Harry opens the car door. Grace, Ethan, Hawk, and River unbuckle their seat belts and jump out of the car faster than Harry can say bundle up.

“The pink sled is mine. Ethan, yours is blue.” Eleven year old Grace bosses her brother who gazes at the ground with a small pout forming on his lips.

“I wanted green.” He mumbles, kicking a small mound of snow by his feet.

“Well, Hawk gets green. So…. You get what you get and you don’t throw…” Grace starts in with a lecture.

“Hey, we have about 20 sleds in Uncle Jeffrey’s car. You can all share. I’m sure there is a green one you can use, Eth.” You pull your son into your side and rub your thumb on the side of his head lovingly, calming his anxiety about not having his preferred color of sled.

“We can share, Eth! My daddy has big ones!” River holds out her hand in a fist, waiting for her friend to bump her back, which he does, smiling.

Crouching down, you and Harry adjust the kids’ clothing, making sure all four children are zipped, tucked and warm.

“I’m gonna get Penny dressed. Then we will meet ya over there. Looks like Jeffrey has arrived.” Nodding your head towards the red Dodge truck that is approaching, carrying more sleds than your party needs. “Hey, I love you.” You say, smiling at Harry who blows you a kiss before jogging over to help Jeffrey who is being mauled by four excited children.

“Who is ready to fly down these hills?” Jeffrey yells, looking at the massive sledding hill in front of them. The Azoffs invited the Styles family to enjoy some winter fun at their family home on Gozzer Ranch in Idaho. They decided to go sledding at the best place in town, Cherry Hill Park.

“That’s a big hill.” Ethan’s eyes expand as he watches people around him speed down the hill on their plastic coasters. “Dad? Where did mum go?” His anxiety ramps up again as he searches for his mother.

“Just bundling up Squirt. Green sled?” Harry’s eyebrows quirk, pulling the green saucer from the back of Jeffrey’s truck, holding it out for his son. Ethan bites his lip and grabs the sled, pausing to take in his environment.

“Pink for me please!” Grace exclaims politely. “Hawk? You want green, right?” Hawk nods his head, smiling in a way that can only be described as cocky, coming from what must be the coolest tween ever to exist. “Green for Hawk!”

“Be safe out there. Watch out for people and please keep your hats …” Harry is interrupted by his daughter who is currently rolling her eyes as she and Hawk take their sleds from him.

“On… we know. This isn’t our first time sledding, Dad! We know the drill.” Adjusting her hat on her head, she looks over at Hawk who nods his head and starts leading the way.

“Hawk has been here a lot; they will be fine.” Jeffrey claps his hand on Harry’s shoulder, watching their two eldest scout out the best place to race their sleds.

“She can be so sassy.” Harry comments, chuckling slightly and shaking his head.

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the...” Jeffrey starts.

“The tree. I know.” Harry smiles. His attention is stolen when he hears a squawk coming from the opposite direction.

“Daddy!! I sw-ed!!!” Penny is attempting to walk as fast as she can towards the fun, but her snowsuit is making it impossible to move like anything but a pregnant snowman.

“Are you warm enough?” Harry cackles, his hands covering his face as he laughs at his marshmallow of a daughter.

“Had to make sure she wouldn’t be cold, okay? It’s freezing out here.” You state, pulling your scarf around your face, attempting to heat up your body.

“Squirt, wanna go on a ride?” Harry smiles as he squats closer to the ground. “I found a purple sled!!” He points at the plastic rectangle that will help them speed to the bottom of the hill.

“Wid mumma!” Penny attempts to turn her head but is halted by the amount of padding that is around her body. She pushes her purple sparkly glove against her forehead and scrunches her nose, attempting to move her hat from covering her eyes.

Harry giggles as he slides his knees across the snow to help her out with the vision situation. Folding the bottom of her hat so she can see, Harry sings to his daughter wiggling his eyebrows. “Come with dad! I’m lots of fun….”

“Me and mumma.” Penelope points her whole arm towards you, with a stern look on her face. She means business.

“Squirt, Mum is gonna help Ethan. Come with me first. Please?” Harry tries again, but she shakes her head no, unwilling to budge.

“Penny, love? Will you wait here with daddy? I’m gonna take Ethan and then we can go okay? Can you watch us go down the hill?” You ask your daughter sweetly, eyeing your son whose anxiety is radiating from his little body, unsure how to feel in this overwhelming environment.

“Penny go wid mumma af-ta Eff?” She asks for clarification.

“Yes. After Ethan.” You say, and Penny nods. Grabbing Harry’s hand as she waddles with him over to a spot where both Ethan and mum as well as Grace and Hawk are visible.

Harry plops down on the snow, holding the purple sled next to him. Penelope stands next to her daddy, unable to bend her legs to sit on her own because her legs are wrapped like sausages. Harry chuckles before helping her sit on the ground. Harry watches as you talk with Ethan about what will happen on the run and attempt to convince him that it’s safe and fun.

“Hi Penny!! Watch me goooo!” Grace says as she runs and jumps on her sled, speeding down the hill at a speed faster than Harry would like, but he whoops and hollers with excitement anyway, Penny copying his noises and clapping.

“Come on Squirt. Just one time?” Harry leans his head down closer to his youngest.

“No. Sca-wee Daddy. Too zoom!!” She moves her hand as fast as she can across her body, and Harry giggles internally at her chubby turtle-like movement.

“Daddy will go. I’ll keep you safe.” Harry wraps his arm around her, pulling her in closer. “Watch, here goes Stud! Mum is right behind him!” Harry points towards you and his son, cheering as you make your way to the bottom. Laughing together, you fall off the sled into the fluffy snow.

“No.” Penelope shakes her head back and forth. “Penny stay.” She pats the ground next to her, content to remain on this spot until her mum comes back.

“Look! It’s purple!” Harry tries again with the color comment, thinking if he can get her in the sled, she might go down the hill. He stands, adjusting the sled and making sure the rope is clear of the seat. “Watch; this is fun.” Harry picks up his little Eskimo and places her in the purple sled.

“Noooo!” She begins to scream, terrified of what will happen next. Penelope turns her body and attempts to climb out of the sled, but is unsuccessful due to the way her mother bundled her up.

“Look Squirt! Weeeee!” Harry says as he starts to pull the sled around the flat part of the hill. “This is so fun! Whoo hoo!!!” Harry shouts as he runs with the sled being pulled behind.

“Weee…” Penny’s face is tense as she attempts to mimic her father, hoping that will make the ride more fun. Her gloves grip onto the side of the plastic sled as she holds on for dear life.

“I want to ride!” Grace yells, abandoning her sled to run after Harry and Penelope.

“Jump in!” Harry stops the ride to wait for his oldest. She climbs in behind Penny, holding her tightly as the sled begins to move again.

“This is so fun! Do you like it, P?” Grace asks her little sister, who nods her head as she begins to relax into her sibling. Harry runs the length of the hill, turns the sled around and makes his way back, stopping at their original spot.

“A-din!” Penny shouts at the top of her lungs.

“Down the hill?” Harry negotiates with the three year old who is now smiling wide.

“Penny! It’s fun! Just like this ride!” Grace comforts her sister before standing up from the sled. “Watch! Hawk will go with me!” She says towards her friend.

“Only if I get front this time.” He says, hopping on his green sled in the front.

“Deal!” Grace climbs behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “See you at the bottom, Penny!” She screams as they push off and soar down the hill.

“Please….. just one time?” Harry’s bottom lip folds over in a pout, hoping she will say yes.

“I det fwont.” Penny scoots her bum to the top of the sled. Harry’s pout turns upside down into the biggest grin, allowing his dimple to dig a cave big enough for the whole family to live in.

“Deal!” Harry climbs behind his daughter, pulling his legs around her, protecting her in a bubble of his body. “Hold the rope” he instructs, grasping it with her. “Can ya help me count?”

“One… two… free!!” The three year old shouts and Harry pushes off the ground, allowing the sled to move slowly. Penny’s eyes expand as the sled starts to gain speed. Harry holds her close as the sled bumps and slides its way down the hill. Harry shouts with joy as they zoom past Grace and Hawk who fell off their sleds on their last run.

The sled flies through the air when it hits a small bump, crashing down and causing snow to fly up and pile on top of their legs. The sled comes to a stop and Harry takes a deep breath, nervous he just freaked his daughter out, especially after they took flight.

“A-din!!!!” Penelope shouts before giggling hysterically.

“You want to go again??” Harry laughs, shocked at her reaction.

“I cobered in snow, Daddy!” She picks up the snow on her floral snowsuit.

“It’s the best. Isn’t it?” Harry says, picking up a handful and throwing it in the air, showering them in sparkly goodness.

“A-din! A-din!” She exclaims, rolling over like a panda bear, attempting to stand up! “Go A-din!” She shouts when she is vertical.

“Alright. Alright. Let’s go again!” Harry stands, lifting his daughter in his arms as he pulls the sled up the hill, happy he is able to show his daughter that you can change almost any scary situation into a positive one.

#The Adventures of Harry and Grace #harry styles #harry fan fic #harry styles fan fiction #dad harry #dad!harry #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanficiton #original writing

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bruciewayne · 6 years ago

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umarry mwe, noyt (marry me, tony)

ao3 (heavily reccomended if ur on mobile)

other works

the married version of -"i wasnt that drunk last night" -"you asked tony if he was single and cried when he said that he wasnt"

ft. steve rogers drunk off magic whiskey and momentarily forgot he was married to his husband

bird brain #1 tin can, we got ur boy DRUNK af on magic whiskey from thor. u aint gonna wanna miss it……...

Tony had been not so subtly checking his phone during the meeting, so when he’d gotten the text from Clint, he immediately jumped out of his chair and headed straight for the door in the middle of whatever the guy (he was pretty sure that he was an important guy or something), yelling something about a family emergency over his shoulder. He had faith that Pepper could handle whatever the Secretary of State (that’s who he was) was on about.

He, in the meantime, had a husband who was drunk for the first time in over seventy years. And not just drunk, completely and utterly fucking plastered, according to Clint, but he didn’t tell him anything more, the rest of his texts vague, blurry one second videos of someone yelling, well, slurring really, his name.

“Steven! I have a gift for you,” Thor wasted no time at all with greetings or any other menial things of that caliber when he strode into the kitchen, holding up a metal flask with intricate etchings swirling up the sides and small tendrils of blue steam leaking out from the seam between the lid and the body of the flask.

He pressed it into Steve’s hands after pulling him in for a rough bear hug. Steve looked confused to say the least, and a little worried, “Did I forget a special day or-”

“No no, don’t worry, I remembered that you mentioned you missed getting drunk and brought this back for you. It gets you as drunk as you want to be,” Thor explained as Steve widened in wonder in excitement. He pulled him down for a quick hug, squeezing tightly.

“I’m gonna get fucking bent,” he declared, unscrewing the top and downing the entire thing, ears deaf to Thor’s warnings to take it easy, memories of him and Bucky sneaking a half empty bottle of rum up on to the roof of their apartment at 15, the sweet, smooth liquor sliding down his throat.

It tasted familiar and homely, a strange mix of cold nights in his apartment in the ‘30s and the warmth and the camaraderie of the fire from the campsites during the war and exhausted nights and slow mornings with Tony, all condensed into a sweet, sweet flavour that he’d definitely never had before, but it made him want to find Tony and hug him and hold him.

He loved him so, so, so, so much. He was great. No. Greater. Than everything, all the things. Even Lucky Charms. The best.

He should marry him someday. It’s legal now.

Somehow, sometime, Thor had moved him into the living room and onto the couch. The rest of the team, sans Tony, so really just a bunch of people with powers, were surrounding him. “How do you feel Steve?” Bruce asked, slightly concerned. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boyfriend’s planet’s culture’s magic whiskey, he just-- no. He lied. He didn't trust magic whiskey of any kind. Not after that night with Strange.

Steve squinted up at him for a good five seconds and then pitched into a monologue.

“‘m g’d Dr. Mr. Squish’Sci’n. S’what T’ny calls th’ bi-ol-o-gee. He’s’a funny guy. An’ an’ an’ he’s great. D’y think he’s great, Dr. Mr. Bi?” Steve barely paused a second before rambling on, “C’se I do. ‘n tha’s the truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuth,” he lolled his head back on the couch when he dragged out the ‘u’, staying quiet for barely a second again before giggling to himself, shoulders shaking and tears gathering into the corners of his eyes.

“Guys!” He said, straightening up again with the urgency as if he had the cure for cancer. “Toe-knee,” he delivered, eyes wide and began giggling again. And then stopped when everyone else was silent, staring back at him. “Guys,” he whined, slumping, “Toe-knee,” he said again, with more emphasis, rolling his eyes when no-one got it.

He blinked up at them for a few more seconds and then flopped over on his side so he was lying in the fetal position on the couch, hugging a pillow, half his face buried in it. “You ok buddy?” Clint asked, slipping his phone into his pocket. Steve made a whiny, sort of distressed noise into the pillow.

“No,” he said, almost-- definitely petulantly, “I miss Tony,” he mumbled morosely, eyes big and sad and lined with tears, “I love him so, so, so, so, so much, an’ his super super smart an’ funny an’ really f’ckin’ hot an’ his ass is the best an’ I love him an’ I miss him an-”

“What horrible things has your magic whiskey done to our capsicle?” Tony (Tony!!!!) said, walking into the living room to see everyone surrounding the couch.

“TONY!!” An adorably messy head of hair shooting up into view, yelling his name in a ridiculously happy way that made a warmth spread across his chest (he was fairly sure that it wasn’t the arc reactor) because yes they’d been married a year (a whole fucking year) and a couple weeks and they’d been dating for four years on top of that, but he would bet Dum-e that they’d both be old and grayer and the most stereotypical old married couple ever and the warmth in his chest and teenager-giddiness he felt whenever Steve seemed excited or happy just to see him, would never fade.

Tony walked over to the back of the couch, running a hand through his hair, kissing his forehead when he made a very content noise in the back of his throat, which was definitely a purr - Steve Rogers was a cat disguised as a Super-Soldier, he’d been saying it for years.

“You almost gave me a heart attack there, buddy,” he teased, hand still in Steve’s hair, playing with it with the tips of his fingers. His words had an immediate effect on Steve, ‘Guilty-Mother-Hen’ mode fully engaged, “‘m s’ry T’ny, I n’vr’ wan’ hurt’y’. I l’ve y’t’much. D’y need’a bandaid?” Jesus, whatever Thor had given him was good.

“I’m fine, honey,” he reassured him. Steve squinted up at him for a few seconds and then seemingly decided that he wasn’t actively dying or in need of dire assistance, because he nodded, affirmatively, and then launched into a speil of how much he loved Tony, for the second time, he deduced from everyone’s eyerolls.

Tony knew all of it already, Steve had told him (sober) at their wedding, when he proposed, whispered during thousands of mornings and nights spent together, too many times in hospitals straight out of the ICU, but hearing it, from such a carefree, innocent manner, in a way he hadn’t seen on Steve in, well, ever was something new entirely that made his heart do funny things for many different reasons he didn't have any time to unpack right now.

Because Steve was pawing clumsily at his chest, fumbling with his shirt buttons, batting his tie out of the way. “-an’, an’ he’s’m’ li’-ni. Ni’li’t.” he frowned, adorably, sticking his tongue out and carefully saying ‘night light’, hands still pawing at Tony's chest.

“He keep’s’all th’ ni’mares faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar’away. C’se I don’ like th’ dark an’ he’s’m’ night-light,” he continued conversationally, looking up from Tony’s chest to his eyes, “he’s s’s’s’s’s’s’s’s’ good t’me, an’ he’s’a good guy, an’ I l’ve him.”

Tony swallowed past a lump in his throat, which was ridiculous because Steve was drunk off his ass and had no clue what he was saying or doing, a drunk man’s actions, sober man’s thoughts, floating to the front of his mind, and kissed Steve’s forehead again. “You’re good to me too, sweetheart,” he murmured against the crown of his head. Steve was positively beaming when he pulled away. He could power the fucking sun with that smile.

He gasped excitedly, back straightening up and pawing at Tony’s hands until he held them, “T’ny, T’ny, T’ny. Can’y’ marry me? I think we’d be good t’g’ther an’ I pr’mise t’be the bestest husband for you!”

Tony chuckled, along with the rest of the team, who were all recording them. “Steve,” he said gently, considering his next words, he couldn’t pass this up and his husband had forgotten that they were married, after all.

“Honey, I’m already married,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips as he held up his left hand, showing him a simple gold ring.

“Oh.”

Steve dropped like a puppet with it’s strings cut, hand sliding out Tony’s, drooping over the back of the couch, like a dejected golden retriever, eyes welling up with tears.

He looked heartbroken.

Tony was practically a criminal now. But before he could reassure him (and/or turn himself in to the NYPD), Steve looked up at him, tears slipping down his face, “‘m s’ry T’ny. I hope- I hope that whoev- whoe’ver y’ married to is th’ best. C’se y’ deserve the best, T’ny, c’se, c’se y’ greater.”

“Steve, honey,” Tony said, thickly, dropping to his knees and reaching up to brush away his tears, “I have the best, baby, I’m married to you,” he picked up Steve’s left hand and pressed a kiss to his ring, and then gently tugging it off, showing him the inscription on the inside, I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. He slipped it back on his finger when Steve had finished reading it and was staring at Tony in nothing short of wonderment, and wound his fingers through his.

Tony leaned forwards and kissed Steve on the lips, slow and gentle, trying to pour every bit of emotion he felt towards him into the kiss, with every swipe of his tongue he tried to convey how much he meant to him. Steve tasted of honey and apple and home.

When they finally pulled away, the sheer joy, happiness and pure love on his face was unrivalled by anything Tony had ever seen. Forget powering the sun, he was bright enough for the entire fucking universe.

“Do I make you happy?” he whispered, reverently, gazing up at Tony, hand winding clumsily, but gentle, through his hair Tony kissed the corner of his mouth “Steven Grant Rogers, you make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“How are you not hungover?” Tony grumbled, incredulously, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist from behind, hindering his breakfast-cooking, and he pressed an absent minded kiss to his back, letting his forehead fall forwards to rest in between his shoulder blades and slipping his eyes shut.

Steve flipped the last pancake, then shut off the hob and turned around to hug Tony properly, kissing his forehead as a good morning greeting. They stood hugging for a couple minutes as the rest of the team trickled in, including Sam and Bucky who were ‘out of town’ yesterday. They broke apart when Clint started throwing Cheerios at them, for being too sickly sweet and domestic too early in the day. Tony flipped him off and tugged a stack of pancakes towards him, drowning in them in syrup.

He mused silently, flicking through something on a StarkPad while digging through his pancakes. He turned to face Steve, “Wait, wait, Steve, how are you not hungover?” Steve gave him an odd look, “Tony, honey, I don’t think I was that drunk.”

Around them the rest of the Avengers hid various degrees of laughter behind food and cups of coffee, “What?” Steve asked, looking around, confused. Yeah, he couldn’t remember what had happened past pounding Thor’s magic whiskey, but that didn’t mean he was that drunk, right?

“Steve…” Natasha started, lowering her fork, “you asked Tony to marry you.”

“So what, we’re married,” Steve said, smiling at Tony. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the fact that he was married to the incredible man sitting next to him.

“Tony said that he was already married and you cried,” Natasha finished, taking a sip of her coffee.

The back of Steve’s neck heated up in embarrassment and he turned to Tony, betrayed. Tony, in return, shrugged and said, “You did forget that we were married.” When Steve just back stared at him, he kissed his cheek in apology, “You were a very sweet drunk.”

Later, when they were lying in bed, Steve flicking through a book and Tony running through a couple schematics on a StarkPad, when Steve suddenly turned to Tony, shutting his book and putting it on his nightstand, “You have a video of me when I was drunk right?”

Tony looked up at him, “Yeah, JARVIS had it saved to my Steve folder.”

“Can I watch it?”

…

“You know,” Steve began, when the video shut of, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and kissing his cheek, “all’a that’s true, you’re my best guy.” Tony blushed, a dark flush spreading over his cheeks, “You fucking meatball,” he mumbled, hiding his face in Steve’s shirt. They’d been together for half a decade he shouldn’t still be blushing over lines from the fucking forties.

“Yeah,” Steve conceded, pulling Tony closer, “but you married me.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, softer than than he intended, “I did,” he pulled back a little to kiss Steve, unhurried and gentle, warm, soft lips sliding against each other, the slightest hint of tongue slipping in.

“I love you, even if you did forget that we were married,” Tony said, against Steve’s lips when they pulled away, breathing a little hard. “Won’t happen again,” Steve murmured, far too distracted by Tony’s reddening lips, kissing him in between words, “promise.”

The next time Steve got drunk, a few months later, on his birthday, Tony wrote ‘PROPERTY OF STARK INDUSTRIES’ on his forehead, to make sure he stayed true to his promise.

Steve was grinning uncontrollably for the entire night after he saw his reflection.

#steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #stony fic rec #fan fic #fluff #stevetony fluff #stony fluff #marvel fanfic

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wardenalistair · 6 years ago

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Please tell us more about Leon! Or any other npcs you don't mind sharing!

what have you done, anon

this’ll be long winded so under the cut

I’ll talk about only two of my NPCs cause otherwise this’ll get too long. Leon, who is technically a lycanthrope, and the current apple of my eye, hopelessly devoted to @wittyy-name‘s rogue Sephrius. And then Jelly who is the MOST fun to RP is my badass jiggly barbarian who @gibslythe‘s halfling romanced.

Leon-

Leon is the character I designed as the big bad in the latest campaign I wrote. He’s a lycanthrope but through favouritism from the pack’s Deity and being an arcana prodigy, he’s maintained his humanity past most other members of the pack. He is somewhere in his early to mid 30s. Can’t give you specific age even if I wanted to cause his birthdate is literally unknown. He has dark black hair, cut slightly shorter on the sides with a thick collection of dark curls on the top that usually sit at around mid-forehead length. When he’s not put together, his hair is a little wild and untamed, but as soon as he’s given at least ten minutes to straighten up (haha as if that’s even possible; he’s so fucking gay) its all gathered in place and cleaned up.His face is always composed and he is seldom showing more than a flat, almost disinterested expression, regardless of whether or not he really *is* disinterested.

Dark straight brows perpetually set in place, framing moonlight silver eyes that neutrally and carefully observe everything around him. He’s rarely clean shaven, not out of choice but mainly out of defeat, as his five o’clock shadow is more of an eleven o’clock shadow so he’s given up trying to tame it and just keeps it as a manageable stubble most of the time. Honestly really pretty lips that only very very occasionally curl up into anything more than a flat line of neutrality.He’s half human, quarter elandrin (high elf) and quarter drow - not that he knows that last bit - so his ears are pretty average sized for a human, with only a slight point to them to differentiate him from actual humans. Due to his half-human/quarter-elandrin bloodline, he’s pretty tall - six feet on the dot. Unlike the average half-elf, he doesn’t match the lithe, lean physique they usually sport. He has broad shoulders and is fairly well built - think Chris Evans à la Captain America build (thanks lycanthrope for the swollness).

His usually attire is very clean in both look and legitimately cleanliness. Streamline outfits that fall somewhere in the black, gray and white colour spectrum. With the only really colour being gold accents but that’s only in accessories or small details on otherwise monochromatic pieces. Plain and crisp shirts matched with just as plain and crisp pants. He’s a simple man when it comes to looks, the only real necessity is that he’s put together.Studious and academic, he spends the vast majority of his free time researching more and more arcana to add to his already expansive repertoire of spells. He’s athletic enough to defend himself in hand-to-hand combat but his skills with weapons is very limited, keeping it as a last resort.

The subject of him and @wittyy-name‘s Sephrius is a whole other matter and I will not elongate his blurb anymore than is necessary.

Jelly Belly-

Jelly is my Dwarven Barbarian lady who I want to step on me. Her intro to new people (in a thick and dramatized southern drawl) is “My name is Joanne Mary-Louise Anne Katherine Thompson but my friends call me Jelly Belly on account of ONE: my love for Jelly Bellies and TWO: my jelly belly” and then jiggles her belly. She a heavy set dwarf lady who will mess you up if you look at her the wrong way. She’s the Champion of my campaign’s small western town, which means she won an all out brawl that determines who gets to “govern” the town. Its hard to explain in few words. She doesn’t want the job tbh - some dude just whistled at her and she decided to fuck him up, but then people just kept coming and coming so she just kept knocking them out as they came. She runs a cattle farm which supplies the small desert town with resources but she’s not the MOST hospitable. When the party first came to her farm (unannounced) she shot two of the members in the foot only to be later courted by one of them.

Anyways, she’s a taller dwarf (which isn’t all that tall lmao) with freckles sprinkled over any and all skin visible. She has big, Merida curly, red hair that is usually down but sometimes whipped up into a messy knot on top of her head when she’s more involved in what she’s working on. She’s fucking TANKED okay, like will tear your arm off with a handshake tanked, with a big, round, jiggly belly that she is immensely proud of. She’s often dressed in denim overalls and a white t-shirt, occasionally a straw hat when its super sunny out.

She has a bunch of cows, but her favourite is a red cow named Juicy. She got Juicy when she was a teenager -- well, her mom did with the intention of having her used for milk for a bit then slaughtered for meat. Jelly fell for her almost immediately and refused to let her mom slaughter her, so she’s kept her as pretty much just a pet ever since then and has her trained very much like a dog. She also has a bull named Steve that she has some beef with (haha) but keeps around cause she needs a bull. I’m pretty sure she’ll come around to him at some point but she holds grudges for now.

@gibslythe‘s halfling named Nym asked her out to dinner and Jelly, a huge fucking lesbian, agreed if she won in an arm wrestling match. Tiny Nym was doomed and obviously lost but Jelly liked her so agreed to at least a drink. I rolled to see how their date went post-campaign and rolled an 18, then rolled to see how their relationship went and rolled a nat20 so they’re hitched now. It’s canon.

okay okay im done im sorry that was lengthy. I have 100000 other NPCS who i love - my first NPC couple I created who have held my heart for years, my genasi cleric who is the daughter of a water god (also her patron), my suave af halfling swashbuckler who runs a mercenary guild, my one eyed and gruff dwarf merc leader who is endlessly annoyed by my halfling. It goes on and on. I love my kids okay.

#ask #anon #dnd #d&d #Anonymous

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yg-got7scenarios · 7 years ago

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Infinity Part 18 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-Masterlist

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre: Slow Build, Smut, Fluff, Angst (on previous and future chapters)

Warning/s: Tons of smut here omg what did I do, Overstimulation, and Mark being horny and sweet AF

Length: 5,695 words

Plot: You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities. You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N: I am extremely sorry for the long wait, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

After two more rounds in the bathroom, Mark finally decided that it’s time for the two of you to actually get cleaned up. You can barely keep your eyes open as he lathers your back with the shower gel, your hands and forehead leaning against the tiled wall, your wet hair carefully tied into a bun. He scrubbed your ass and legs where majority of his cum went, since either of you are too impatient to get a new condom from the bedroom.

“Baby, turn around for me.”

“Fuck you.” You spluttered and Mark just giggled heartily, pushing you against his chest softly before proceeding in spreading the soap on your neck, your breasts, and your torso.

“I’m exhausted. And sore.” You said as he continues washing you, his palms gliding over the front your shaky thighs and legs.

“I know.”

“But it felt good. I’ve missed you.” Mark again laughs when you turn your head to kiss the slope of his jaw. Earlier you were just cursing at him and now you’re being cuddly, placing your hands on top of his that is now circled around your waist.

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and he grabs the shower head from the rack and began rinsing the suds and bubbles from both of your bodies.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He presses a lingering kiss on your lips and you closed your eyes, letting Mark hold you and finish cleaning you up.

You two had stayed in the tub for a few more minutes just to relax your sore and slightly tensed muscles. You are cradled in his arms, your arms wrapped around him and your face at the crook of his neck while you are conveniently settled on his lap, the warm water that surrounds the two of you definitely helps in soothing your stiff and tired bodies.

“You okay baby?” Mark asks as he rubs soothing circles on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. You hummed against his neck and you felt his pillow-like lips dropping a soft kiss on your temple.

Mark helped you out of the tub and the two of you dried and dressed yourselves up before climbing on the bed. You were out like a light the moment your tired body met the comfy sheets of Mark’s bed. Before you completely succumb to sleep, you felt his lips pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead after murmuring a soft “Good night”.

You were a little dazed when you were stirred from the sleep the morning after. You weren’t used to having someone next to you when you sleep, aside from Marika, though that is very rare, your best friend for about 10 years is still not used to a lot of skin ship and physical contact. Moreover, they are not just sleeping next to you, the other person’s legs are also tangled against your own that you are wondering which legs are yours and their arms are wrapped around your shoulders and waist, respectively, while both of your arms are around the other person’s middle. Your brain is still catching up on what’s happening really when something in your brain clicked, flashbacks of what happened last night dawned on you full force — which made your head throb just a little but a smile immediately registered on your face when your gaze met a now very familiar neck and upper chest.

Instead of pulling away just like how you pictured you would do when you woke up dazed, you scooted closer to him (if that is even possible considering that you are clinging on to each other like koalas) burying your face further on the crook of his neck, breathing in the man’s musky scent beneath the lavender smell from the shower gel you two had used last night when you showered together.

It was a fantastic feeling, everything that happened between last night and today; waking up in the arms of the man whom you had loved both consciously and unconsciously for the last ten years. You feel secured, loved, contented, and protected even just being in Mark’s arms on his king-sized bed. This mix of feelings is something you never thought you would crave for in life, or even imagine if you are honest. You never thought that it is possible, after all the challenges life had thrown at you over the years, as well as the sickness that has been with you for about a decade.

You pressed a light kiss on Mark’s neck — smiling when you feel him move a bit just to push your closer to his chest, his steady, calming breaths hitting the crown of your head and you bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling too much, you never felt this way before, even with Jinyoung, whom you thought was your first love. He was a good man and you had loved him then, but it was never like this, the passion and love you felt for Mark grew about a thousand times more after you had confessed to him, and you already know that you had loved him more than how you’ve loved Jinyoung before — so you guess that was the difference after all.

You slowly removed pulled your face away from Mark’s neck so that you can look up to him and you smiled dearly. Mark looks like a kid, adorable and oh-so cute with his brown fringe blocking his forehead and closed eyes, his pillow-like lips jutted out slightly, reminding you of how he looks ten years ago when he appeared on your dream a few weeks back, very youthful and handsome.

It appears that Mark is in a very deep sleep because he didn’t move an inch when you retracted your legs from his, as well as your arm that is underneath his body. You felt a little sad that he didn’t notice, but, at the same time, you were delighted because it means that your boyfriend can get a little more sleep, and you can explore his house and his kitchen to see if you can put something for breakfast.

You continued your slow, cat-like movements as you stepped out of Mark’s bed. When you’re finally off of it, you quickly looked at Mark and you sighed in relief when he didn’t move an inch. You stretched your arms above your head before walking towards the direction of his bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and wash your face. Mark had given you a spare toothbrush last night and dressed you in some knickers too as well as his t-shirt. When you asked him why he has knickers with him (with a subtle raise of your eyebrow) he just giggled and showed you the tag of the underwear, telling you that it’s new and he just bought it randomly and out of nowhere when he was thinking of you. You were surprised that it was a perfect fit now that you had woken up and not in a post-coital bliss — smiling once again as you splash some water on your face to remove the suds, wiping your face with the towel before going out of the bathroom. You shake your head when you find that Mark still hasn’t moved from his previous position, and just walked your way out of the room and down the stairs to his kitchen.

You are surprised when you found out that there are actual edible contents inside Mark’s fridge. There are eggs, some processed and fresh meat and chicken, even kimchi and vegetables, as well as a variety of drinks from soju, beer, apple juice, sodas, and milk. His kitchen drawers have lots of canned goods and boxes of waffle and pancake mixes; which made you decide to cook pancakes along with eggs and bacon for breakfast.

It amazed you big time on how easy and natural this all feels — this is the second time you’ve been at Mark’s house but as you move around his kitchen, you felt like you’ve been here for a long time already, going by your instinct on where the pans and cooking utensils are as well as how light and homey it feels especially when you started mixing the ingredients for the pancakes while you thaw the frozen bacon on the sink.

Because of how focused you are with what you’re doing, you didn’t hear voices calling out for you and footsteps nearing the kitchen.

The very first thing that Mark noticed when he finally woke up that morning is that a certain warmth that he had felt the entire night is missing, along with the wonderful scent of something sweet and floral against his nose.

You’re not next to him on his bed.

Mark sat up abruptly, the sudden force making his sight blurry — but he didn’t pay much attention to it as he scrambled to get off of the bed, panic rising in his chest at the thought of you leaving — he cannot bear for you to leave him this time, not now that he had felt that as though his love towards you had reached something infinitive and non-stop or unchangeable, no, he cannot take it.

“______!” He calls for you as he grabs the first thing that he can get from his closet, luckily, it was a tank top as he storms out of his bedroom.

“Baby? Where are you?” He puts on his tank top before dragging his feet down the stairs in a lightning speed. However, he stood to a halt when he heard some clinking of plates and utensils as well as a soft voice humming to the tune of a popular dance song from one of the hottest boy groups in Korea (when he thought about it, it was actually Really, Really by WINNER), making him let out a huge sigh of relief. He had to steady his wobbly limbs by grabbing on the stair railing, his sudden reaction to your disappearance while he’s slightly light-headed from just waking up brought discomfort on his head, but he is sure that it will be gone in just a few seconds.

When Mark managed to get himself steady, he walks down the stairs languidly, now smelling the wonderful scent of brewing coffee — which made him assume that the love of his life is trying to put up a nice breakfast for him.

Mark smiled even wider when he finally reached the mouth of the kitchen. Your back is on him as you carefully add water to the huge bowl, stirring it with a small hand mixer which he recognized as something that he got for free when he purchased a whole cooking set years ago. He never thought that he had used it before, which made him even more amused on how you were able to set your hands on it.

Mark doesn’t want you to notice his presence since he wanted to just enjoy the sight of you being overly domestic in his kitchen, in his house, making his heart flutter even more thinking that you are actually there, with him, and even if it’s just less than a day that you two are together, he felt like he’s been dating you for months, and that you belong there, with him, at his house, together.

He leans against the wall on his right to get a better view of you as you continue to mix something in the bowl, which he now assumed to be pancake batter if the box next to you is not enough indication. In this angle, the counter is not a hindrance so he can see the entirety of you, clad in just his oversized shirt that just reach your mid-thighs, so he has a view of your luscious legs. Your hair is also tied in a bun and the neckline of the shirt had ridden on your right shoulder, exposing the smooth skin there as well as a little of your back and your nape which is not covered with your hair.

A chill run down Mark’s spine when you accidentally dropped the scissors you are holding, bending over to pick it up from the floor and Mark’s mouth watered at the sight of your behind — wanting nothing more than to run his hands over the soft flesh and to knead them until he’s more than satisfied. His lewd thoughts were interrupted when you stood up and resumed cutting the plastic wrapper of the bacon so that you can start frying them.

Mark tried to wither his mind from the obscene thoughts that are clouding his foggy brain — though he cannot deny that even though you two had made love multiple times last night, he still had managed to sport a semi-erection just seeing you dressed in his shirt and some panties he bought.

Maybe he is just hungry, though he is trying so hard to convince himself that it is for food, but his dick is saying otherwise.

“Ah!” You squealed in surprise when you felt two strong arms circling around your waist from behind — ready to slap the intruder on the face with a spatula but when you felt the person’s chin on your shoulder and the feeling of his soft, plump lips grazing your bare neck, you slapped one his arms that are wrapped around you using the wooden utensil instead.

“You scared me!” You pouted and Mark smiled against your neck, burying his nose deeper against you before breathing in your scent, which you assumed smelled like a mix of butter, eggs, and some processed meat.

“Good morning baby girl—“ Mark mumbles against your neck as you began to flip the first pancake you had cooked — making you smile when you saw the even light brown color on the top part.

“Good morning to you too, handsome — slept well?” You asked and you giggled when he nodded against your neck, his hold around your waist getting tighter, showing zero intentions of going away anytime soon.

“Alright — I hope you don’t mind me invading your kitchen, love. Breakfast will be ready soon, and I think the coffee is ready, will you help yourself in making some coffee, hmm?” You ran your unoccupied hand on top of his arms dearly as you remove the cooked pancake from the pan and transferring it to the empty porcelain next to the stove.

“I don’t want to move.” He said as he pulled his face away from your neck before burying his nose on your hair. “I want to stay here.” He mumbled against the crown of your head and you laughed as you pour another mixture on the pan. You also turned off the stove that cooks the bacons — setting them on the other plate with oil drainers.

“You’re such a baby—“ You giggled when Mark tickled your side a bit. “And don’t do that— I don’t want to ruin my perfect circle-shaped pancake.” You grabbed his hand that tickled you and he laughs against your hair. He does it again and you let out another sharp giggle.

“Mark!”

“What?” He answered innocently and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t what what me, stop or pull away from me.” You said and Mark pouted against your nape.

“Sorry — I won’t move. But give me that perfect circle-shaped pancake.” He murmurs and you laughed; amused, before nodding.

“Okay baby. You’ll get it.”

After tons of convincing, you finally had Mark pull away from you to arrange the table and make some coffee while you cook the remaining batter in the bowl. When you put the pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sliced fruits on the table, you smiled when you saw Mark walking across the counter bringing two mugs of steaming coffee. The table has a small pitcher of water as well and it’s all set.

You two had eaten in silence; the night prior surely made the two of you really starving that no one dared to talk once you had the food inside your mouths. Mark even choked at one point by trying to eat half of the pancake portion (he grumbled that he’s too hungry so decided to eat it all at once) and you laughed at him while patting his back and refilling his glass with water.

When you’re done, Mark insisted to wash the plates and the pans, which you told him that you can take care of, but he said that you already cooked breakfast so he needs to do the rest. You sighed in defeat and just pouted, which he kissed away quickly, making you blush before you proceed in wiping the grubs on the table.

Once you’re done, you sat on the counter on the other side of the sink to watch your boyfriend being overly domestic —washing the plates and pans and you definitely didn’t notice how his tank top would showcase his arm muscles whenever he lathers the sponge over the kitchen items. You are not sure if Mark is doing it on purpose, but he is flexing his back a little too tight for someone who’s just washing plates; his back muscles ripping against the fabric of his thin tank top. He even lifted his arms and stretched them above his head before turning from side to side…

He is clearly doing it on purpose.

“What a show off.” You scoffed under your breath as you sway your legs from where they’re hanging off of the counter, and Mark barks a loud laugh, amazed by how you had caught on his act.

“What are you talking about?” He asks but he was still laughing; his shoulders shaking in an attempt to muffle his laughs and you just roll your eyes dramatically. Mark finally finished wiping the last plate as he sets it on the counter before making his way towards you. He immediately settled in between your legs, like he belongs there, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you…” He presses a light kiss on your lips and you smiled against his lips.

“What for?”

“For coming back to me.” He presses his forehead against yours and you smiled as you bump your nose against his. “For trusting me and for forgiving me, for everything, really.” He chuckles before pulling away, looking at you deeply with his dark, brown eyes. “You surely had been even more beautiful than before, ______.” He says with sincerity that made your heart do flips and making your face two shades darker. Mark noticed your blush because of your proximity so he hugs you tighter against his body.

“So, so beautiful, and pretty, and lovely — very sexy too.” He pushes on and you snorted, ducking your face to your chest but Mark is quick to lift your already flaming face by your chin to meet his gaze.

“Don’t go shy on me now.” He kisses your lips and you just hugged him tighter, burying your face against his neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled against the pale skin in front of you and Mark giggles.

“I love you too, ______.”

“You look more handsome when you were a kid though.” You puffed and Mark made a noise of disagreement.

“Oh really?” He started and you are already slightly shaking from trying to control your laughter. “Is that the reason why you almost drooled when you saw me naked last night? And how my muscles look tight when I stretched them earlier? I saw you — ____, don’t even deny.” He blew a raspberry at you and you just shake your head, Mark is such an old child, but you find that you don’t mind. It is funny that you can switch from being two young adults being so in love with each other to two bickering old children in a second.

“Fine. I appreciated your body, but you were the one who drooled when you saw me naked…” You tilted your head to the side and Mark was lost at the sight of your neck covered in bruises that he caused, making you bite your lip in victory. Mark gained control of himself by shaking his head and looking elsewhere.

“Whatever.” He grumbles and you laughed before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him against you for a sweet, longing kiss, which he returned in no time. His hands roamed over your bare thighs, snaking them inside your shirt to touch the warm, naked skin of your waist, making you moan against his mouth which he gladly swallowed, your fingers threading on his brown hair before gliding them down to his nape and shoulders.

Mark was first to pull away when you two are running short on oxygen — looking at you as if he’s going to bear holes on you, however, he decided to play a little, trying to hold off the animalistic desire bubbling at the bottom of his stomach. He removes his hands from your waist and you whined at the loss of contact, but he immediately wrapped them around you once again before leaning forward to press a kiss on your nose.

“Did you prepare any dessert for me, baby?” He smirks as he eyes your face and your exposed neck and cleavage, making his throat dry as he fights the urge to just bury his face there all at once. You shared the same smug smile Mark is wearing as you caught on the invisible hook, line, and sinker.

“It depends on how you like your dessert to be…” You smiled as you run your fingers through his brown locks; tugging at his follicles softly but enough to make Mark let out small groans, before massaging the back of his neck. “We have some cookies on the jar to your right…” You bite your lower lip and Mark desperately wants to do that instead. “There’s a cake in the refrigerator too?” You licked your lower lip before accidentally dropping the neckline of your shirt to the side, revealing your collarbone and shoulder as well as the upper part of your breast and if you noticed that Mark’s hold around your waist tightened and his breaths slightly quickened, you didn’t say anything.

“Or…” You leaned forward as you press your chest against Mark’s — causing a groan to bubble out of Mark’s throat at the feeling of your breasts clashing against his clothed chest, his eyes dilated and burning with restrained lust, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for your next move or words as he licks his suddenly dry lips. You kissed the side of his jaw before trailing more kisses at the side of his face until you reach his ear, whispering in the sultriest and breathless voice you can manage.

“Or you can have me.”

Mark wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer at that statement — immediately cupping your face with his hands and mashing his lips with yours, kissing you fervidly, his tongue finding its way inside your equally eager mouth. His hands went down to grope your ass through your shirt and knickers, making you squeal against his mouth as he sucks on your tongue before nibbling on your lips until they’re raw, red, and slightly swollen, your grip on his shoulders tight and your nails digging against his skin, adding more fuel to the already burning fire within Mark.

“Damnit baby—“ Mark kisses you again before lifting you off of the counter without pulling his lips away from yours, blindly navigating towards the direction of the living room. Luckily, you two had managed to get to the living room without bumping into any walls or decorations that might cause some physical damage, though he did make a stop at the hall way to messily make out with you even more, dropping his face your neck to your collarbone, before walking towards the living room once again, stopping when he felt the familiar leather material of the couch against his knees.

Mark pulls away from the hickey that he is making at the base of your collarbone before setting you down on the couch gently. Mark takes a moment to admire your flushed face, disheveled hair, as well as your ruined shirt. You put on a sexy smirk when you met Mark’s gaze and he growls with need when you slowly spread your legs, placing your feet flat on the carpet before sliding down the couch a little.

“Fuck—“ Mark quickly pounces on top of you, kissing you for whatever you’re worth, his hands snaking inside your shirt to cup your breasts firmly, his thumbs rubbing your nipples in steadfast, circular motions and all your whines and moans of pleasure are immediately being swallowed by the man above you.

“Fuck!” Mark pulls away from your lips to lift your shirt just enough to free your breasts. He licks his lips before flashing you a playful grin, ducking his head to enclose one of the hardened nubs inside his hot, wet mouth.

“Mark — fuck!” The brunette bites and sucks on your nipple hungrily while the other one is being massaged and fondled with equal intensity and you can feel your wetness soaking your knickers and you’re dying to have some friction against your center, so you arch your back and grinded against Mark’s crotch, making you wail when you felt his hard on against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so hard, Mark.” You moaned when Mark switched sides, sucking on your other nub so, so hard making your eyes roll at the back of your head while his hips started to meet your not-so-subtle grinds, dry humping you while he continues to suck on your nipple like a hungry baby.

Mark pulls away from your swollen breasts and he smiles as breathes in your wrecked from beneath him as he grinds against your core once more, making you bite your lower lip and press your center closer to his. He detaches his hips from yours to lean on his knee at the edge of the couch, and he chuckles when you whimpered at the loss of contact. He kisses the middle of your chest before trailing more kisses downwards to your torso.

“Patience, baby girl.” He nibbles at the skin of your stomach before kissing lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of your knickers. He presses a wet kiss where your skin met the waistband and you shivered with want, your hand immediately flying to his hair. He licks his lips when he saw a patch of wetness against the center of your knickers and he rubs his thumb over it, making you sob when the pad of his finger brushed against your clothed clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby…” Mark groans as he continues to rub you through your knickers.

“Mark — please.” You are grinding against his thumb earnestly and Mark smirks but he pulls his finger away after leaving a few more fleeing touches. You are about to protest and question why he stopped but it was gone immediately when Mark takes your knickers off — sliding it down your legs before grabbing your arms to heave you in a sitting position.

“Turn around for me, baby girl.” He mumbles and you obliged quickly, turning around and kneeling on the couch, separating your legs as far as you can, and pressing your knees on the back of the couch. You mewled when your sensitive nipples hit the cold, smooth surface of the furniture, which only heightened when Mark suddenly grabs your ass, kneading the globes of muscle and he groans when he sees you squirm at the touch. His hands went down a little further until he reaches your inner thighs, pushing your folds further apart, which made him sigh and curse at the sight of your overly wet core right in front of him.

“You’re dripping so, so much¸ baby girl.” He gulps heavily upon seeing your pink twitch when his hot breaths grazes it, along with your juices that are dripping down your thighs. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out and lapped up the juices that run down your thighs up to where the actual source of the sweet liquid is.

“You’re so sweet…” He licks your hole languidly before delivering a soft suck on your lower lips. “So fucking sweet…”

“M-Mark…” You moaned aloud when Mark wraps both of his arms around your thighs before burying his face on your dripping folds, placing his mouth on top of your throbbing clit before delivering hard, fast, and wet suctions on the bundle of nerves — causing your hips to grind against his mouth at their own accord.

“S-shit!” Your hand flew behind you to settle on top of Mark’s head, craning your head back to meet the hungry and dark look on Mark’s eyes as he continues to suck on your clit. “Ri-right there… Holy shit.” Your head fell back when Mark circled your clit with his tongue, before running the soft muscle up and down your folds, nipping at your inner lips before dragging his tongue from your wet hole and back up to your clit again, his nose prodding your entrance and it is just too much to take all at once.

“M-Mark… Oh my God, Mark…” Mark smirks against your center before resuming on sucking your clit harshly, the wet sounds of his filthy mouth devouring your clit ringing against your ears and he was becoming even more aroused with the sounds of pleasure you’re letting out from the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Mark bites on your sensitive clit before sucking on it again, this time, he didn’t hold back, he suck harder and harder, your thighs and legs shaking against his arms at the intensity of his suctions and slurps and you tried to press your legs together but Mark’s hold around thighs disables you from moving, he even tightened his hold to tell you wordlessly to just take it.

“I’m cumming, oh my God Mark please don’t st—“ A screamed ripped out of your throat when your orgasm suddenly hit you out of nowhere, your insides releasing waves and waves of hot, white pleasure as Mark continues to suck your pulsating clit, adding his tongue to the mix by rolling it against the bundle of nerves alternately, heightening your already top of the notch peak. You buried your face against the back of the couch as Mark continues the harsh movements of his tongue and lips.

“Goddamnit — MARK — let me ride this out, holy fuck!” Mark didn’t stop licking your clit as you try to wiggle your hips to avoid his mouth, as you let out uneven, loud breaths and moans, his continued assault on your sensitive clit making your whole body burn as if you’re caught in a huge wild fire. Your toes are curling against the sole of your feet and your nails are scratching the expensive leather of the couch, but you or Mark do not give a single shit as he continues eat you out while you’re still climaxing. The wet, slurping sounds of his mouth and tongue lapping up your center and your juices as well as your moans and cries of pleasure are the only sounds you can hear — and it seems to be the same with Mark because you can feel him humming against you while he continues to devour your dripping center.

“Pl—“ You bit your lip so hard and leaned your forehead against the leather material in front you when Mark inserted his tongue inside your hole, swirling and circling his tongue inside you before he started fucking you with it — moving the wet muscle in and out of your hole and he groans against you when you unconsciously moved your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Holy shi—“ Two of Mark’s fingers were suddenly on top of your engorged clit, flicking and rubbing the bundle of nerves in hard, tight, and small circles — causing your knees and legs to buckle heavily, your hands gripping the leather couch so tight that your knuckles had turn white. It also didn’t help that Mark had buried his tongue and face deeper into you; his tongue hitting a hidden nerve inside you and in just a few more thrusts of his tongue into that spot, along with the non-stop movements of his fingers on your clit, you came once again, your orgasm eating your insides up; your whole body writhing and trembling densely, streaks of white, hot pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

“Fuck—“ Mark finally pulls his mouth away from your still pulsating lips, his arm wrapping around you since your wobbly legs proved to be unreliable at this state. He kisses both of your ass cheeks before pulling your shirt up and kissing your spine, helping your still quaking body relax by massaging your sides.

“That was so hot…” Mark kisses your exposed nape before chuckling against your neck. “That was the best dessert ever.” You can’t help but blush at his words and you let out a small laugh when Mark hugs you from behind as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.

“Damn it.” You chuckled and Mark smirks against your neck.

“I know I’m good…” He kisses your temple and you laughed before playfully slapping his arm. Since Mark had made you feel so, so good, you thought that you need to return the favor. You turn around slowly before sitting on the couch comfortably while Mark is still standing in front of you. You flashed him a wicked smile — making Mark raise his eyebrows at you. All of a sudden, you pulled his arm so that he sits next to you before standing up and kneeling in front of him.

“Now…” You ran your fingers on top of Mark’s thighs before reaching the band of his sweatpants and boxers, hooking your fingers inside before slowly pulling them down his legs; freeing the rigid muscle from its restraints, making you lick your lips before looking up to your lover.

“It’s time for my dessert.”

More sexy times on the next chapter, I promise!

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