#but also it feels nice to get it off the chest i have been feeling this for ages . and never really put it anywhere

[yamumsyadadd]

First love

Part of the mariquita universe. i didnt proof read this at all :)

its about 4.7k words. bit of yelling, mentions of sex.

It took a long time for you to be comfortable telling your parents what you needed. Everytime you tried, the worst washed over you. But it never happened, both your mami and mama would move mountains for you. 

This time it was because you felt a little neglected. Rio was two, he was mobile and just loved to be around people. Olga got one on one time with him most days, your mami however did not. A large quantity of her free time in the evenings and even weekends was spent playing with Rio, which left very little time for you. 

As you were sitting on the couch, your mami on your right and Olga on your left, Rio in bed. 

“I have something to say.” It came out a lot harsher than you were anticipating, both your mami and Olga whipped their heads around to look at you, slightly taken aback by the way you spoke. “Sometimes I feel a little left out because you both have one on one time with Rio and not with me. I know he’s small and needs help but it would be nice to have one on one time too.” You couldn’t lift your head up to look at them, feeling slightly embarrassed that you weren’t being more independent. 

“Mariquita, I’m so sorry. We are sorry, that you’re feeling that way. How about we make a plan? One day or morning or whatever, we can have it as just us. No one else.” Your mami said as she stroked through your hair. 

“What about Olga?”

“What about me? You want to have one on one time with me too?” 

“Well yeah. You’re my third parent?” 

For the 6 years that Olga had been in your life, she had tried not to make any parenting decisions directly to you, always texting your mami and mama, not wanting to over step the line but now with you saying it, she felt more at ease. To her you were her daughter, just as much as Rio was her son. 

“How about on Saturday mornings we alternate? One week with me, one week with your mami, then if it’s a home game we can have a movie night on Saturday nights?” Olga knew she had to hold in her tears, saving them for when she was wrapped up in alexia’s arms later tonight. 

“I like that plan.” Your mami kissed your head, giving Olga’s shoulders a squeeze from behind you. 

For the next year, that’s how to worked. Every week you’d have one on one time with your mami and Olga. Even if Olga was meant to be in Madrid, she’d make time for you. Very occasionally someone else would join. Sometimes Alba, sometimes one of two of Olga’s friends. 

With your mami, your favourite thing was going on a hike. They weren’t particularly easy ones and not once did she complain. With Olga, you typically ran, 5 or 10kms, sometimes going to Pilates or yoga, always ending up at your favourite cafe for brunch and coffee. 

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As you got older, more mature, so did your body. To your mami and Olga, it was like you grew boobs overnight. The boys and girls at school noticed too. You went from being a flat chested, quiet girl, to being a c-cup, pretty and popular. 

Your bright green eyes, light freckles that littered your face, stood out to the boys but one boy in particular. Juan had been in your class since you moved. You didn’t know much about him, he was athletic, enjoyed playing football but he was also creative. He drew a lot, you would see all the drawings as you passed his desk in the mornings. He was in the ‘popular’ group at school but he was definitely the most quiet out of them. 

There were times when you were paired together, during gym class or biology but you were never really able to talk. It was all about school and getting the work done. 

It wasn’t until the Sant Jordi festival that you really got to know him. The Barcelona team, Olga and a few of her friends were going, your friends too. Your mami let you go off with them for a few hours, only for most the girls to go off with their boyfriends leaving you alone with Juan. 

“So, um, what do you do for fun?” He would barely look at you, hands buried in his pockets to avoid an accidental touch. 

“I like to run, do yoga, hiking, I like science and reading too. How about you? I know you play football.” 

“I like hiking too! I do play football, not for Barcelona or anything yet. But that’s the dream right?” He chuckled slightly. 

“Yeah I guess.” 

“You don’t like football? I thought you would because of your parents.”

“I like watching, I don’t like playing. It was never really fun for me considering who my parents are.” 

“Ah gotcha.” That was all that was said for a while, until you saw your mami who waved you over. 

“I’ve got to go. My mami is waving me over.”

“Do you want to go on a hike together?” You both spoke at the same time. Blush creeping over both your cheeks. 

“A hike sounds good. I can give you my number and we can organise it?” 

“Yes!” He practically shouted, “I mean, yeah yeah that’s cool.” You swapped numbers before saying goodbye and running over to your mami and Tia’s. 

One look from Mapi meant that you’d talk about this later. Later when your mami and Olga were no where near.

It took a few days of talking and planning until you were able to settle on a day that would work. There was only one problem: your mami and Olga. Usually they were fine with you going to hang out with your friends but this was different. Or at least it felt different. 

You decided to pull someone into this and help the cover for you. Your first thought was Mapi and Ingrid, but Mapi had a big mouth and would tell your mami. Vicky was out, she too would accidentally let it slip, same with Patri and Claudia. The only option left was Alba. 

“You want me to lie to your mami?” 

“Well it’s technically not a lie because I will be with you, just not the entire time.” 

“Fine. But if she finds out, you owe me £50 and you tell her the truth about her missing shoes.” 

“Thank you thank you!” You hung up, rolling over and smiling like an idiot. Tomorrow you’d have your first date? Hang out alone with a cute boy? You weren’t sure what to call it but you were excited. 

When the time finally came everything was set in motion. Your mami and Olga thought you were spending the afternoon with Alba, but you were going to be with the boy you had a crush on. 

It felt like school drag on for you. Whenever you could spare a glance towards Juan, he was already looking at you. A love sick smile on his face. Your friends giggled about it at lunchtime and in between classes. 

At first, it was a little awkward. Between carrying your school bags and the hike itself, there wasn’t much talking. Once you got to the top, Juan stopped near a clearing, pulling out a blanket and a container of food. 

“I made us some afternoon tea.” The container was filled with chips, cookies, soft pretzels, some cut up strawberries and watermelon. 

“Did you make these?” You gestured towards the cookies and soft pretzels. 

“I did. I like to bake, sorry if they aren’t good-“ you leaned towards him, kissing his cheek and effectively shutting him up. 

The rest of the afternoon was filled with lots of laughs and getting to know each other. You’d never been on a date before, or really been around straight couples, but if your mami and mama felt this way about each other when they met, then you knew it was going to be good. 

The hike back down was a lot less awkward than before, when Juan reached for your hand to hold you let him. Smiling shyly up at him. You could see albas car a little up the path from where you had stopped. 

As you both awkwardly stood there, you took your chance. You stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him. He kissed back almost immediately and when you pulled away, you both had mirroring smiles. 

“I had a really good time today. Thank you for the afternoon tea.” 

“I did too. Can we do it again? maybe we can do out for dinner or something?” 

“Yes!” Alba car horn made you whip around, “text me? I gotta go.” You kissed him again then walked away, feeling a feeling that you’ve never felt before. 

Alba was sitting in the front seat of her car, having watched the whole thing, remembering helping your mami sneak off to go on a date with your mama. 

“So… how was it?” 

“It was fine. A nice hike, he made some afternoon tea, had my first kiss, talked about our hobbies, his football. You know the usual.” 

“YOUR FIRST KISS!?” Alba screamed. “How was it?”

“It was good. Really good. Better than I imagined.” 

“This calls for ice cream.”

“Mami is going to be annoyed.” 

“Who cares.” 

Your mami was in fact annoyed. Going on and on about alba spoiling your dinner and how you both knew that you weren’t allowed ice cream so close to dinner but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your first kiss with Juan and how he continued to text you even though apart of you thought he wouldn’t. 

For the next few weeks you and Juan continued your secret dates. Sometimes it would be just as simple as watching him at football training, or going for a run together. Olga had noticed something was up, you generally weren’t the typical phone always in hand teenager but over the last few weeks you had been. That and the love sick smile on your face whenever you looked at your phone. 

“I think Mari has a boyfriend or girlfriend.” It was said in the safety of their bedroom. The house was quiet, both you and Rio were asleep. 

“Oh?” Alexia put down her iPad, “what makes you think that?” 

“She’s always on her phone now, smiling at it. She’s also spending a lot of time with Alba.” 

“She’s always been close to Alba.”

“I know, but this feels different.” 

“Okay, how about I ask Alba since she can’t lie to me, and you ask Mari?”

“Okay.” 

They talked a little more to make the plan fool proof. Alexia would corner Alba, a short time after Olga cornered you. Olga would report back to alexia and alexia would use that to get the truth out. 

But it wasn’t that easy. While you had been spending time with Alba, you’d managed to finally rope in a Vicky and Pina. At first they were hesitant, neither could lie to your mami if they interrogated her but you promised it wouldn’t come to that. Alba didn’t know exactly how much time you were spending with Juan and that you had gotten two more people in on it. 

When Juan asked you to be his girlfriend officially you were over the moon. You’d lied yet again about where you were and who you were with. This time, you were alone in his room. His parents were still at work and one thing led to another. You left his house that afternoon with an ache between your legs and a smile on your face. You had a boyfriend. You were happy and you had entered a new stage of your life. 

It had taken a week for Olga to be able to effectively corner you. It was your time for one on one time with her, this week was a 10km run followed by a swim at the beach, then brunch. 

“Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” Olga had completely disregarded the plan her and alexia had, wanting to get straight to this point. 

“Yes.” 

Olga’s head turned around so fast you’re surprised it didn’t snap off. “You haven’t said anything? How long?” 

“I don’t know. Couple of months.” 

“You’ve been using alba to cover for you?” 

“Alba, Vicky and pina. Only a few times a week.” 

“Why?” 

“Mami is… overbearing. She’s Alexia Putellas for Christ sake.” 

“She’s protective. Only wants the best for you, we both do. Have you told your mama?” 

“No. Only alba, Vicky and Claudia plus my friends at school. I guess you too now.” 

“You need to tell her.”

“I know. I will.” 

It wasn’t spoken about for the rest of the day, Olga never did message Alexia so she couldn’t interrogate Alba. You were stewing away trying to figure out how to tell her. You wanted it to be at home, somewhere she was calm knowing that she would freak out. 

But it didn’t work out like that. On sundays you’d always go to your Abuela’s for dinner. No matter what, everyone was there. It was something your Abuela had been incredibly strict on. 

Throughout the night, both Olga and Alba kept giving you looks. Alba had mentioned that something seemed different about you, but you shrugged her off. After Olga put Rio down in the portacot in the spare room, something inside you snapped. 

“I have a boyfriend and I had sex with him.” As soon as you realised what you blurted out, you covered your mouth. 

The sound of cutlery hitting the plates seemed like the loudest thing in the world. 

“What did you just say.” Your mami asked, you were pretty sure she heard and the vein popping out of her neck confirmed it. 

“Ale-“ Olga started. 

“No! Repeat what you just said!”

“I have a boyfriend, his name is Juan. He plays football, he’s really great mami.” 

“I didn’t ask his name y/n. I didn’t ask if he was nice or what his hobbies were, I asked you to repeat yourself.” 

“I have a boyfriend and we had sex.”

Everyone watched on in horror as Alexia slammed her fist on the table, “you’re 15! A child. You’re child who should not be doing that!” 

“You had sex with mama when you were 16.” Something inside of you wanted to fight back, to stand up for yourself. “The only difference is Juan is a boy and mama is a girl. Alba had sex at-“ 

“Enough! I cannot believe you would be so irresponsible, so reckless. Is that why you made Alba lie for you?” Her voice was getting louder and louder. Olga was silently worried that Rio would wake up. 

“How would you know if I was reckless? All you’ve done is yell at me. I didn’t make Alba do anything! She is an adult!” You matched her volume, yelling back. 

And right on que, Rio woke up. The scrapping of Olga’s chair and his screams snapped you both out of it. 

“Get in the car. Do not say another word.” Your mami was seething. There’s only one other time you’d seen her like this, it was when you were being bullied at your old school but this time, her anger was directed at you. 

You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to your Abuela or to Alba, slamming both the front door and the car door as you sat down. 

Your mami spent the entire car ride trying not to blow up at you, you could tell by the way her hands gripped the wheel and her posture was stiff. Occasionally Olga would turn back and give you a sympathetic look, she didn’t know for a fact that you and Juan had sex but she could’ve guessed it. To your mami, you were the shy, scared four year old even if you were the opposite at 15. 

As soon as the car was in the garage you made a move to get out, “don’t even think about it.” Your mami gritted through her teeth. You weren’t sure if she was going to punish you by making you sleep in the garage, or if she needed a quiet place to kill you. 

Olga got Rio out and made her way inside, deciding to ignore your mamis demand you got out of the car. You were full of emotions, you were mad at your mami for the way she was acting, you were sad she didn’t trust you but a part was also relieved that she knew. 

“Give me you phone, laptop, iPad. Hell any device you can message on, I want on my bed in the next 2 minutes.” 

“Mami that’s not-“

“2 minutes.” She stormed off down the hall, no doubt to message your mama and ask for her help in this matter or maybe she was going to google ‘how to deal with your child having sex.’ 

You knew that trying to fight her on this wouldn’t end well so you begrudgingly gathered up your devices. Apart of you was going to make this difficult for her, if you couldn’t have you laptop you couldn’t do school work, then she’d get a call from your teacher but that would be her fault not yours. Same with your phone, she wouldn’t know where you were or what you were doing. The convenience would be turned into an inconvenience. 

“You’re not to go anywhere after school. I will drop you off and I will pick you up. No phone, laptop, iPad, anything. You will come home, do you homework and chores and stare at a wall. I do not want you talking to that boy. I will book an appointment with a gynaecologist and we will go. There is no discussing this.” She didn’t even look at you. The disappointment was radiating off her. 

“You and mama were the same age as me. I don’t see the big deal in this.” 

“That’s exactly the problem, you don’t see the big deal in this. You’re a child y/n, you’re not some adult who gets to frolick around. I thought you knew better than this, I’m dis-“

“If you’re so ashamed of me then I’ll go live with mama! You won’t have be repulsed every time you look at me!” 

“Fine! Go live with your mama! Go right ahead, move to Mexico, say goodbye to your little boyfriend and your friends. You think you’re so grown so go ahead.” You knew she didn’t mean it because she had fought hard to keep you in Spain, more than once. 

“I hate you!” You screamed at her as you slammed the door closed. Throwing yourself onto your bed and screaming into your pillow. 

While laying there crying, you were trying to make up a plan in what to do. Flying to Mexico was out of the question, you needed your phone and passport, both which your mama had. Running away was an option that you were on the fence about. You could hide, but that would be unfair to Olga and your other family. 

Over the next few days you refused to talk to you mami, not that it really mattered since she wasn’t talking to you. Olga could tell you were mad and sad about the entire thing. There was no part of her that was disappointed or mad at you, it was a natural thing to do. Teenagers have sex, she had sex as a teenager, both or mami and mama too. 

She kept her word, dropping you off at the gate everyday and picking you up. The only way to talk to your friends and Juan was at school. It was annoying for everyone. 

Usually, your mama would take you straight home, cancelling her appointments that she usually had in the afternoons, today however was different. All week she was grumbling to Olga about how the club was making her go to the La Masia trials, the same trials that Juan had been talking about all week. It never clicked until you pulled up. 

“Why are we here?” “Trials. Don’t embarrass me.” She barely looked at you and got out. It was slowly getting to you. Your mami was your best friend and now she was treating you like shit. 

The first hour was spent standing around, staring at the grass as your mami spoke to all the coaches. It wasn’t until 15 minutes before the trials began that you saw Juan and his family. His mami and papa and little sister were always at his trainings and games, showing support whenever they could. 

After an hour it all came crashing down. You didn’t realise it at the time, but when you went over to say hello to Juan and his family, your mami was watching. She realised right away who the boy was and made a mental note of it. You had gone off to the bathroom, finally allowed to be alone after having your mami breathing down your neck. 

Panic arose in you when you saw your mami and Juan’s parents talking. With her scowl on her face, you knew it wasn’t a friendly conversation. 

“Our children seem to be dating, we need to set some boundaries. If the children, because thats what they are, are at either houses I need there to be adult supervision and for the bedroom doors to stay open.” Your mami crossed her arms, looking over as you walked towards them. 

“I agree, y/n is only ever allowed over when one of us is home.” Juan’s father, Jorge said. 

“Well if thats the case then they wouldn’t have been able to have sex would they?” “Excuse me?” His mama, Isabel got defensive , “they have never been home alone, they go out after school alone, but never ever have they been home alone.” Jorge had removed himself from the conversation, walking over to Juan and pulling him by his jersey to his mama. 

“Ms Putellas has just told us that you and y/n have had sex? You are never home alone so this isn’t true is it?”

Both you and Juan stood there in silence, knowing that whatever the answer you’ll both be in trouble. “You were asked a question, answer it.”

“Yes we had sex. Tia was on the phone to her boyfriend and so we were in my room with the door closed.“ “Juan! Not only have you disrespected our family, our rules, but you also disrespected the Putellas family. Go get in the car, you’re done today.” Juan looked like he was about to cry at his papas words. You knew that if he left early, he wouldn’t be counted in the trial and his dream to join Barcelona would have to wait another year. 

As he walked off, not even sparing you a glance, you could feel the tears slipping out of your eyes. The drive home was quiet, you sat there staring out the window crying silently. The coming days would be horrible, you just had that feeling. 

And boy were you right. For three days, Juan ignored you until it got too much and you cornered him in the locker room as PDHPE finished. 

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“Im not” he continued to pack his bag. 

“You’re lying to me. Why?”

“My parents said it would be best if we didn’t see each other anymore.” He said it with the coldest voice, no emotions at all.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I need to focus on school and on football.” “I thought you loved me?”

“Love doesn’t matter y/n. I need to go, my papa will be waiting.” 

He left you standing there, crying in the middle of the boys locker room. Your heart had just been broken by the first boy you loved. So you did what you did best, you ran. You didn’t even take your school bag with you, or bother to tell you mami or friends. You just ran and ran until your tears were mixed with sweat and your chest hurt. 

Albas house is where you ended up and luckily she was actually home when you pounded on the door. She took you in no questions asked. Holding you sweaty gross body close to hers as you cried into her. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, a mix of exhaustion from crying so hard and running all the way there. 

When you did wake up, there were voices talking around you, you could feel a hand running through your hair. You tensed up at the thought of your mami being here. 

“Relax mari, its just me.” Olgas voice calmed your ears. “Are you ready to go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah I guess.” You got up, hugging alba goodbye and thanking her, then followed Olga down to her car. Neither of you spoke, but she did give you a small sympathetic smile and squeezed your shoulder. 

You knew it was bad when you walked in the front door and Olga didn’t even greet your mami. To be the cause of their fight made you feel incredibly anxious. Olga followed you into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you made yourself comfortable.

“Can you tell me what happened?” You nodded and told the entire story. How everyday you and Juan would spend all the breaks together, how your mami acted insane today at the football trial and how Juan broke your heart and didn’t even care. 

On the inside, Olga was seething. She had already gone off at Alexia multiple times about this whole thing, and for Alexia to go behind her back and break a promise, made her see red. 

For two days, Olga let you stay home with her and Rio. Your mami wasn’t told, Olga just said she was talking you to school. For two days, you got to lay in bed and sulk. Feel whatever you needed to feel and then you decided that was enough. You weren’t going to let a boy ruin the rest of your high school experience. 

And so the next day you got up, scrubbed your entire body and put on a brave face. The kids at school whispered as they saw both you and Juan ignore each other, your friends groups stayed separate and the girls refused to talk to the boys. 

All that was left to face was your mami. Your mama, Olga, abuela and alba had all torn into her. She overreacted and ruined a relationship.

“Mari, can we talk for a moment?” Your mami asked as she stood in the doorway to your room. 

“Depends, are you going to yell at me or tell me I’m a disappointment again?

“No. That was a mistake. I should never have said those things to you because you aren’t a disappoint, you’re strong, brave, and the perfect child.” She walked over to your desk chair, sitting down. “I had never imagined you having a boyfriend or having sex. In my head, you were still our little baby, not someone who is going to be an adult in three short years.”

“Mami-“

“No please let me finish otherwise Olga might kill me.” You both laughed, knowing that Olga was probably waiting in bed for this conversation to end. “Your mama and I had sex when I was 16, alba had sex when she was 15. The difference being, I didn’t have a pregnancy scare but Alba did. She didn’t tell abuela, and I carried that secret for years, so when you said you had sex all I could imagine was a 15 year old Alba crying in my apartment.”

“I understand, but I promise we used a condom. It was only one time and it wont happen again because he broke up with me.”

Your mami frowned, then her eyes went wide, “he broke up with you because of me?”

“Yeah.”

“I am so so sorry. If I could go back in time I would.”

“No mami, its fine. He obviously wasn’t worth it but if you do it to the next person I probably wont be so forgiving.”

Your mami laid down with her, letting you snuggle into her. For now your relationship Ould be strained and maybe it wouldn’t ever be as good as it once was but for now it was fixed. 

[tinythebunni]

15 minutes!! Rafe Cameron

Rafe has barely been outside the door 2 seconds before it’s swinging open and he’s being yanked inside. he takes a glance at whatever hulk just pulled him inside and realizes it’s you. he almost wants to yell at you for opening the door in your tiny ass tank top and lace boy shorts, but he doesn’t. only reason why? you’re already on your knees, salivating at the sight of his bulge.

you palm him through his pants and when he reaches to pull you up for a kiss you shove him back with such force it scares him for a second. he doesn’t get a chance to think about it though. your nimble hands are already pulling his work pants down to his ankles. Rafe’s mouth is wide, pupils blown and head all fuzzy. it’s like you’re a completely different person.

you suck his tip through his boxers. lapping at the shaft and sucking what precum you can through the cloth. it’s a sticky situation but it makes it more fun for you. you’re not just teasing him, but also yourself. he sees a hand between your legs and knows you’re getting off to this. the realization makes his head fall back against the door, your moans vibrating against his aching cock.

he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s shuffling his boxers down his legs like a little teenage boy. he doesn’t care tho, he just wants you to suck him off and see the tears fall from your eyes as you try and fight off your gag reflex so you can take him as much as possible.

when you finally take him into your mouth it’s like Rafe is having his first blowie all over again. he’s trying so hard not to cum already but it’s so hard with how warm your mouth is. it’s so wet and it’s so disgusting and oh my god you’re humming around his tip, it feels so good. he looks down to try and beg you to give him a second but when he makes eye contact with you you’re eyes are glimmering and that eyebrow of yours raises in question. he’s moaning now, loud and sinful. he can’t even keep quiet how good you’re making him feel and he’s hoping, no PRAYING, that you have all the windows closed. his hand claps against his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet but you shake your head at that, slapping his thigh in disappointment.

your tongue is twitching against the bottom half of his cock when you stay there for a second, before pulling up with vigor and swirling your tongue around the tip. you repeat this a few times, noticing how each time Rafe’s legs shake a little more. when he’s getting closer to cumming you think about your end goal, the reason you did all this and it’s egging you on.

what makes rafe tip over the edge is how you take your mouth off his cock with a pop, and he’s almost ready to cry because he was so fucking close. he doesn’t even get a chance to whine though, your hand already stroking him and your mouth lapping at his balls and sucking and pulling on them. it’s so good and it’s so much and he can’t take it. he’s moaning all over the place, chest flushed and sweaty, head reeling all over the place. he can’t even think straight without you making his legs jelly and his mouth slot open.

he doesn’t notice how you keep looking at the watch on his wrist until he’s finally pushing your head down on the last thrust into your mouth, the one that sends him reeling and cumming down your throat. the warm liquid leaving u giddy and silly! you cum right after him, fingers still rubbing your clit in time with his orgasm and the thrusts from before. once you cum, you dip your fingers into your hole and get them nice and wet for him. Rafe watches as you stand up on slightly shaky legs and shove your fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sucks all that flavor off your fingers and into his throat. he opens his eyes and sees your mouth in a pouty o, your cheeks flushed and panties soaked. when you finally remove your fingers he can catch his breath to ask “what was that for?”

“wanted to see if i could make u cum in 15 minutes or less!” and with that you bounce off to his room, looking back at him halfway up the stairs. a tease and an invitation.

‘oh hell yea’ Rafe thinks, following you, almost tripping over his pants that he forgot was around his ankles.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where reader is their little sister at 4 years old and on the way home from a restaurant and she pretends to be asleep so chris carries her in?

also can i have 🏹 if it’s not taken? x

awww yesss! and yes you can have that one

taken :🍁🐬🦋👼🎱🪐🎀🏹

“Carried Home”

Sturniolos x sister

The restaurant was warm and loud, filled with laughter, the clinking of plates, and the occasional bursts of conversation between the Sturniolo triplets and their little sister, 4-year-old Y/N. Dinner had been fun—messy, but fun. Y/N had somehow managed to get ketchup on her cheek, and Matt had spent a good five minutes wiping it off while she giggled and squirmed away.

Now, as they piled into the car, Y/N was tucked securely into her booster seat in the back, her stomach full and her eyelids growing heavy. The hum of the car engine, mixed with the quiet chatter of her brothers, made her even sleepier.

But then she had an idea.

She wanted to be carried inside. And not just by anyone—by Chris.

Chris always carried her when she fell asleep, and she loved it. He would hold her close, rub her back, and whisper things like “I got you, kid.” It was the best feeling in the world.

So, she made up her mind. She was going to fake it.

She let her head droop to the side, letting out the softest sigh, pretending to drift off.

Nick, who was sitting next to her, glanced over and smirked. He knew his little sister better than anyone.

“She’s faking,” Nick whispered over the seat to Chris and Matt.

Chris turned in his seat, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Y/N. Her lips were slightly parted, her tiny hands resting on her lap, her breathing slow and even.

Matt tilted his head. “I don’t know, man. She looks pretty out.”

Chris studied her for a moment longer before shaking his head with a small smile. “Nah. She just wants me to carry her.”

Nick grinned. “So what are you gonna do?”

Chris sighed, already knowing the answer. “What else? I’m gonna carry her.”

Nick laughed. “She’s got you so wrapped around her little finger.”

Chris turned around in his seat as Matt parked the car in the driveway. Once the engine shut off, he unbuckled himself, got out, and opened the back door.

“Alright, little faker,” he murmured as he reached in, gently undoing her seatbelt. “Time to go inside.”

Y/N didn’t move. She kept her breathing steady, resisting the urge to smile as Chris carefully scooped her up into his arms.

Chris adjusted her against his chest, one arm supporting her back and the other under her legs. She was so tiny in his hold, her head resting perfectly against his shoulder.

Nick rolled his eyes as he grabbed the leftovers from the car. “She’s probably laughing on the inside.”

Matt shut the car doors behind them, smirking. “She’s a little mastermind.”

Chris just shook his head with a small grin. “Yeah, well… she’s our little mastermind.”

Y/N felt herself being carried up the porch steps, the cool night air brushing against her cheeks. Chris held her close, warm and steady, and even though she had planned on faking it the whole time, she suddenly was sleepy.

As they stepped inside, Chris whispered, “I know you’re awake, you little goof.”

Y/N peeked one eye open, finally breaking character. “No, I’m not.”

Chris chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, yeah. You got me, kid.”

Matt flicked on the lights, grinning. “Nice acting, Y/N. Oscar-worthy.”

Nick smirked, setting the leftovers on the counter. “Next time, at least try to make a little snoring sound. Sell it better.”

Y/N giggled sleepily, wrapping her arms around Chris’s neck. “I love you, Chrissy.”

Chris’s heart melted instantly. He rubbed her back as he carried her toward her room. “Love you too, munchkin.”

And as he tucked her into bed, she knew she’d do it all over again next time—because nothing felt better than being carried home.

[traveler-at-heart]

Doctor's In - Part 15

Summary: You rebuild your relationship with Wanda, one date at a time.

A/N: Hey, I guess I owe Team Wanda some fluff after everything hehe. Enjoy!

There’s excitement going around the hospital.

After having to push the xenotransplant one week, it seems like everything’s finally ready to go.

Though you’re excited for very different reasons.

Wanda’s finally coming back to Boston and you can’t wait to see her. You’ve been texting every day, sometimes calling whenever you have a minute.

It feels like when you started dating, and everything was new and magical. Your heart practically skips a beat when you get a call from her.

“Hey, gorgeous” you greet.

“Hello” Wanda says.

“Hi, good morning” Yelena answers and you glare.

“Not you. Sorry, Wands. Gimme a sec” you find an empty room. “There. How’s it going?”

“I’m doing good. Packing for tomorrow. And it looks like I’ll stay for a bit longer so we can definitely have dinner if you’re up for it” she says, and you make a little dance. “You still there?”

“Yes! And yes, let’s have dinner. I’ll ask around for some restaurants”

Maybe Strange or Christine can suggest a nice place for a date.

A date with Wanda! You’re so excited.

“Actually… do you mind if I plan it? You planned our first date and I’d really like to do it this time”

“Well, if you’re sure. I know you’re busy with work and traveling so I don’t mind”

“I got it, no worries” she says. “See you soon. Good luck on that big surgery”

“Just observing, but thanks either way”

“Bye”

“Bye, Wands”

You leave the room with a big smile, and Yelena hums.

“Did you have phone sex?”

“Gross. You’re one to talk, with your girlfriend Kate”

“That’s none of your business. And she’s not my girlfriend”

“Because you haven’t asked her yet” Natasha joins you.

“Long distance is too complicated” Yelena sighs, pushing the elevator button. She then turns to you. “No offense”

“Hey, Wanda and I are just talking. There’s no relationship right now”

“Right, which is why she sent you flowers and you’re texting and calling all day” Yelena mocks. She gets off on the second floor, as she has to check on some of your patients.

“What about you? Ready for the transplant?” you ask Natasha.

“Yeah, I’ll have to do post op which means less time on my research” she mumbles, clearly upset.

“Want help? I can stick around”

“I don’t want you to get in any trouble” Natasha says, avoiding your eyes.

“Hey, you’re my colleague and friend and there’s nothing wrong with helping you out. If that’s an issue in a relationship, then maybe I shouldn’t be in it”

Yes, you had barely survived. But every day you got up and made an effort to move on. This month had made it clear that you let work, and then your relationship be the driving force behind your life.

But now you want your happiness to be about doing what you love, and having someone who supports you as much as you support them.

“Are we friends now?” Natasha teases.

“Well, would you like to be? I mean, shit. I was an asshole to you, don’t feel like you have to say yes just because…”

“You know, when you ask someone a question, you should let them answer” she says. “Yeah, I’d like to be friends”

“Ok, cool. Wanna hang out sometime?”

“Let’s scrub in for now” she jokes and you nod, remembering why you’re here.

You follow her to the OR, full of doctors and nurses.

There are also cameras broadcasting to medical facilities around the world.

“Nice day to make history, everyone” Melina looks around the room. “Let’s begin”

Everyone nods, and there’s silence as the woman asks for a scalpel.

You interrupt that silence with a sneeze.

When you open your eyes everyone’s looking at you.

“Sorry. I must have a bit of dust on my nose” you say, embarrassed.

“No worries, Doctor Y/L/N” Melina says without looking up. “But get out of the OR”

“What? But, it’s nothing…”

“Let’s hope it isn’t” she says, glaring. “Now out”

—

A Covid and influenza test, general bloodwork, and chest X-ray later, Yelena comes by to check on you.

“How you doing?”

“Great. I love being locked up in a quarantine room while I get probbed and swapped everywhere. Would you like to add a colonoscopy while we’re at it?”

“Hey, you get a discount if you want one”

“Really? It’s not even free for the head of a department?” you ramble. “Ok, not the point! Yelena, I’m fine”

“You have a slight fever and a runny nose. It’s just a cold”

“Ok, let me out”

“Sure. But you can’t work. You have to go home”

“I’m fine” you say, but sneeze after that.

“Go home, rest. We’ve got this” Yelena unlocks the room for you.

“What? You gonna follow me around to sanitize anything I touch on my way out?” you challenge. Yelena lifts up a spray as if it were a gun, shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe. Now, nice and easy. No sudden moves. Straight to the exit”

“I hate you”

—

It was hard saying goodbye to the kids. Even if their grandma and uncle were there to look after them, Billy and Tommy hugged Wanda a bit longer and waved until she went through airport security.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d see you that evening, Wanda would have decided to stay home, dream job be damned.

But now she’s in a middle of an editorial meeting, where Wendy Lawson’s team is looking at her sketches, making observations and pointing out changes. Wanda’s pleased to notice their feedback is mostly positive.

“It was so hard to find the right person” Wendy says when they’re talking over lunch. “But then I got a sneak peek at your new book and thought the art was beautiful”

“Thank you. I’m really proud of it” Wanda nods, remembering how much love and care went into it.

“And that story is so cute and funny. Those are the hardest ones to write”

“Actually, I was mumbling in my sleep and my girlfriend wrote it all down” Wanda smiles at the memory. “I really have to thank her”

“Oh, I have to meet her!” Wendy says, excited. Wanda nods, but doesn’t really know if the term girlfriend is accurate at this time.

Actually, she’s not sure if you should call each other friends or what.

“Wendy, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me two things” the woman jokes, making Wanda smile.

“I know you wrote crime novels before switching to children stories… and you were a best selling author in the genre. Were you scared to make the change, or did you get any pushback?”

“I mean, my publisher reminded me how much better the money is before making the switch. And he told me I could try, but he also forgot how many of my adult readers have children. So it was a success” Wendy looks at Wanda with those piercing blue eyes. “Are you writing a murder mystery?”

“No, nothing like that” Wanda laughs. She doesn’t even like crime movies. “I was thinking about something… like a trilogy for young adults. Something that maybe my kids could read when they’re older too”

“Oh, that sounds fun! Tell you what, work on a draft and if you need any help to get traction, I’ll be more than happy to speak to some people”

“That means the world to me, thank you” Wanda smiles, excited at the idea of working in something new.

She’s still thinking about it while working, but the rest of the meetings keep her busy and she completely misses your call.

“Hey, Wands” you say on the voicemail. “I’m a little sick. Or a lot. I mean it’s just a cold, but I’m no fun right now, runny nose and constant sneezing considered. I’m so sorry because I was dying to see you but I gotta stay home. I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

Wanda’s never seen you get sick. Injured, yes. But not even so much as a sneeze after plowing snow early morning.

“Would you like a ride to the hotel?” Wendy’s assistant offers when they’re done with the meetings.

“Oh, I was actually going to stop by a friend’s house. She’s sick and I wanted to check on her”

Great, you told Wendy she’s your girlfriend, now you’re a friend. If Wanda keeps this up, you’re gonna end up being a distant cousin.

“I can drive you, no problem” the woman says.

Wanda’s grateful, even when Wendy’s assistant agrees to stop by to get some stuff at the grocery.

Since Wanda has no idea if you have any food (and knowing you, there’s probably nothing), she gets the basic stuff to make some soup and other things.

“Wow, that’s a fancy place”

“Yeah” Wanda agrees as they park outside, looking at the huge building with security. She hopes they let her in or she’ll be stuck with her luggage and the stuff she bought in the middle of the street.

Luckily, you do answer when the guard calls for you and you let Wanda in.

Her heart beats faster while the elevator goes up, and when the doors open she has to force herself to step outside. She’s struggling with all the stuff in her hands, so she’s caught off guard when you finally open.

“Wanda?” you say between coughs. “I thought it was the food I ordered”

You try to laugh, but it turns into a coughing fit.

“Hey, how are you? Sorry I couldn’t stop by sooner. Had a lot of meetings” Wanda apologizes.

You are wearing a hoodie, your nose is red and it looks like you were in the middle of a medicine induced nap.

“As much as I want to see you, I don’t want you getting sick. So you should probably…”

Wanda rolls her eyes, walking past you.

“I have two kids. Whatever it is you caught, I’m immune”

“Oh, immune, wow” you mock. “According to Yelena’s thourough testing, it’s nothing more than a cold”

“See? It’s fine” Wanda insists. “I couldn’t possibly leave you alone while you’re sick, detka”

“Thank you” you mutter, hugging her. Honestly, you rarely get sick but when you do, you absolutely hate it.

“No need to thank me” Wanda wants to sink in your arms and never let go, but she notices how warm you are. “You have a fever. Take a shower, and I’ll make some food for us”

“I don’t wanna shower” you complain, still clinging to her. “I wanna cuddle”

“Later” Wanda promises, butterflies dancing in her stomach at the idea of spending an evening in your arms.

You finally let go, and she feels a little guilty at how excited she is to take care of you.

While you shower, she opens the fridge, surprised to find there’s a lot of groceries and stuff to cook.

For a second, Wanda thinks you might have someone over that cooks because there’s no way…

While preparing everything for the soup, she glances around the penthouse. It’s luxurious and it’s clear you haven’t added anything to the decoration, except for the Polaroids in the fridge. There’s one with Yelena, and others with Kate and Natasha that are obviously from the gala you attended together.

The first drawing Billy made for you is also on the side of the fridge. You always kept it in your wallet, for good luck.

Of course, there’s nothing else of yours around, as all your stuff is in Wanda’s house.

Wanda feels overwhelmed by guilt when she realises she forced you to leave your home behind overnight.

“Hey” you come back, looking a bit better. “You didn’t have to cook, I ordered Chinese”

“Chinese? You’re supposed to be eating stuff like soup, my darling”

“I love your soup” you watch over Wanda’s shoulder as she stirs everything in the pot, your hand on her waist.

All your talk about going slow has gone out the window. You feel like shit and having Wanda here is the only thing that will make it all better.

“So, I noticed there’s a lot of stuff in the fridge…” Wanda tries to sound casual. But she’s dying to know if you’ve had someone over… like a date that cooks and spends the evenings with you.

“Yeah, I cook now” you smile, going back to sit at the counter. You let out a laugh at her shocked expression. “Nothing fancy. Pasta, easiest version of chicken parmesan. My roast beef is pretty fucking good, though”

“How?”

“Learned by watching the best” you smile adoringly at her. “But also, a lot of sleepless nights and YouTube tutorials”

“That’s fair. Will you cook for me one day?”

“Of course. Have to return the favor somehow, shouldn’t I? Unless you have other ideas” you tease as she hands you the  bowl of soup.

“Hm. I can think of a few” she looks down at your lips.

“Too bad I’m sick”

“Yes, too bad” Wanda smiles, knowing you’re messing with her.

You eat together, Wanda telling you about the book release happening soon and how amazing Wendy is. You smile at her enthusiasm, happy that she’s got so much going on for her.

“How are the kids?” you ask at one point.

“They enjoy being spoiled by their grandma” Wanda says, and that makes you smile. Though it goes away a second later.

“I didn’t mean to… make everything so hard for you. And hurt them. I’m sorry, Wanda”

“Hey, look at me” she asks, taking your face in her hands. “You didn’t… it’s fine. We’re fixing it, little by little. Right? We got this”

“Right” you lean your forehead against hers, wishing you could kiss her. But you’re not about to get her sick, and even if she was the one wanting to close the distance, you abruptly turn your head away, sneezing. “Ah, shit”

“Come on, let’s watch a movie” she says, smiling as you pout. “Wow, can you steal this couch? It’s so comfy”

“I know, I love it. Maybe I should have put it in my contract” you sink in it, and Wanda lets you rest on her legs, her hands going through your hair.

“What were you watching?”

“Dick Van Dyke show” you say. “The episode where Laura does the pool trick. I just love their faces, considering it was unscripted”

“What? No, that can’t be right” Wanda says. It’s one of her favorite shows, she would know.

“Uh, yeah!” you say like it’s obvious. “Mary Tyler Moore was supposed to pretend to do it, then they’d switch the angle of the camera to a stand in. But she pulled it off. You can totally see it in their faces”

“Ok, now I need to watch this. I can’t believe it” Wanda says, frowning as she rewinds the episode.

“Wanna bet dinner at a fancy place that I’m right?”

“Oh, you are so on” she laughs, smiling as you keep your head on her lap.

—

You’re driving to the airport in record time. An emergency surgery delayed you -not by much- but you’ll be damned if you don’t make the most of the time you get with Wanda.

Darcy’s calling and you press a button on the command center without taking your eyes off the road.

“Lesbian emergency services, how may I assist you?”

“Riddle me this, you big lesbo. Why did I bother with planning the sapphic parent trap if you’re not coming back anytime soon?”

“Good morning to you too, friend”

“I’m gonna kill Barnes. You have to come back”

“And I will. For Carol’s wedding. No sooner. I do appreciate you putting in the effort, though” you smile. “Here I was thinking you didn’t like Wanda, and you’re trying to get us back together”

“I don’t like her, but as I said, I’m going to kill Barnes” Darcy raises her voice, probably so Bucky can hear her. “So, what do you have planned for today?”

“Picking her up from the airport and then she has work. Will meet for dinner”

“Nice. Well, I hope she bangs you so hard you turn into a useless lesbian and she makes you come back to Westview”

“Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me”

You’re about to say bye when Darcy clears her throat.

“Listen… I know I joke about you getting back together with Wanda. And honestly? I do want you to come back here and work with me again. But she said and did some nasty shit, Y/N. Don’t forgive her because you feel like you have to. At least make her work for it a bit? It’s nearly impossible with how whipped you’ve always been, but… couldn’t hurt to try”

“You’re right. For what is worth, I miss you too. And you’re my best friend”

“I know. I’m awesome” Darcy says, making you laugh. “Bye”

She hangs up, and you pause the music, wanting a bit of silence to consider her words.

“Hey, gorgeous” you say as Wanda waits for you, looking all cute with her little suitcase. “Want a ride?”

“Someone’s picking me up already” she follows along and you take her stuff.

“Well lucky them. Come here” you pull her for a hug, kissing her cheek. “Hey, thanks for taking care of me. I’m sorry we couldn’t go out”

“Anything for you, detka” she pulls apart, looking at your lips.

“Come on, you must be starving”

Not that you don’t want to kiss her but a part of you wants it to be special.

Another part of you really enjoys teasing Wanda.

“When did you buy a fancy car?” Wanda says when you reach the Corvette.

“Didn’t. It’s a loan. But hey, it’s a cool car and I might get one for myself” you say, putting her things in the trunk. You miss the way a girl glances at you, smiling.

“Oh, good” Wanda glares at her. By the time you open the passenger door, she doesn’t miss the chance to kiss that spot in your jaw that makes you weak. “Thank you, darling”

“M-my pleasure”

Wanda likes teasing you too.

“How are Jenny and Zach?” she asks once you’re waiting for your food.

“They’re good. I’m happy that my mother’s little outburst was enough to convince their father to leave her”

“You mean…”

“Something that happened when she picked up Jenny that time she ran away, doesn’t matter” you look away, trying to forget how much it actually hurt.

“What did she do? Why didn’t I know?” Wanda insists, reaching for your hand across the table.

“Doesn’t matter, honestly”

“It matters to me” she says, and her frown only softens when you bring her hand to your lips.

“Can I ask how are things with your mom?” you say, curious about the mysterious Mrs. Maximoff. Of course Darcy had told you about the woman, but you knew your friend could blow things out of proportion for a good story.

“Well… we haven’t really spoken about the elephant in the room. To be honest, I’m not sure what’s really going with her. I know she came back because Pietro told her we needed some help. It just feels weird to me, that she has taken over everything. Like no time has passed, and I’m a teenager again while she bosses us around”

“Lovingly, I hope”

“Of course. She’s a very strong, stubborn woman”

“Ah. I see now. You got it from her”

“I am not stubborn!” she kicks you under the table, and you laugh.

You keep talking about work, especifically her meetings with Wendy Lawson and her team.

Noticing it’s almost time for her to go, you ask for the check.

“Be right back” Wanda says, going to the bathroom to check her hair isn’t a mess after taking an early flight.

You’re replying to one of Yelena’s texts when a familiar voice greets you.

“Y/N, hey!”

“Laura. How are you?” you recognise the bartender. “Good to see you”

“All those ladies have missed you at the club. I was begining to think you found a better place to hang”

“No, after that last time I definitely stopped getting drunk. I still owe you that coffee for helping me out, though”

“Yes, you do. But looks like your date’s back. See ya around” Laura waves goodbye.

Oh, shit.

When you turn around, Wanda is looking at you, tilting her head in that way that activates your fight or flight response.

Run, run, run.

“Wands, what are you doing?” you say when she begins to dial a number.

“Cancelling our reservation”

“Hey, come on” you throw some money at the table, going after her. “I didn’t hook up with anyone, I just liked to go and drink”

“You’re taking me to that club tonight” Wanda stops in her tracks, pulling you by the collar of your shirt until you’re inches apart. “So that all those girls know that you’re not going anymore because you’re taken”

You nod dumbly, leaning forward. But Wanda doesn’t let you kiss her, pinching your cheek and then smiling.

“Good girl”

—

You’re not sure this is a good idea.

Either Wanda gets jealous and you fight. Or she gets extremely jealous and you fuck in the bathroom of the club.

That’s not bad per se, but you really wanted to take things easy.

As you wait for her in the lobby of the hotel, you’re thinking of arguments to persuade her to go to dinner instead. Or a movie. Anything.

“There you are”

Any coherent thought goes out the window when you see what she’s wearing. A short red leather dress, with nearly matching thights. Her hair is completely straight, and frames her beautiful face, lips standing out because of the darker shade of lipstick.

“Let’s just go back to my place and I’ll cook for you”

And eat you out, you wanna add.

But Wanda’s already shaking her head no.

“It’s been forever since I’ve gone to a bar. I’m looking forward to it” she places her hand around your arm. “Come on, now”

You open the car door for her, and play some music to take your mind off of Wanda looking like a whole meal in that sinful dress.

“Huh. I was just listening to that song. Why are you smiling?” she adds when you almost let out a laugh.

“You’ve been using my account this whole time, babe. So, whenever you’re listening to something, I listen too”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because” you shrug your shoulders. “I liked it. It was like being able to know a bit about your day. Like say, at noon, I knew you were driving to pick up the kids. And I could picture you listening to The Carpenters on the way there. The real struggle was to stop Yelena from messing with it. Can’t tell you how many times she begged me to stop playing Norah Jones”

“I did get a little too into her, I guess” Wanda jokes, but it’s still overwhelming. To think about all the ways in which you tried to stay connected to her life.

“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? We can go get some food…” you pull over, worried about her sudden silence.

“I love you” Wanda interrupts, looking at you. She keeps going when you stay quiet. “I know, we said to take things slow but I don’t care. I love you so much and I need you to know that”

Without saying anything, you reach for her across the car, pulling her in for a kiss that takes her breath away.

It’s passionate and needy and rushed, but it also feels perfect. You missed her so damn much and it was stupid to wait this long to kiss Wanda again.

“I love you too, you know that” you say when you pull apart, making her smile.

“Ok, then. Let’s go”

“Back to my place”

“To the club” she insists and you groan.

“It’s nothing special. It’s just full of drunk people dancing and fighting. Sometimes. Ok, I did the fighting”

“It will be fun, I promise” Wanda squeezes your hand and you nod, knowing you’ll do what she asks.

Once you reach the club, you notice it’s not as crowded as other days. Hopefully, that means it will be a bit less likely to get into trouble, as it often happened when you came by to get drunk and flirt around.

“What’s the deal with that Laura girl?” Wanda asks when she nods your way and you smile.

“She may have saved me from getting my ass kicked once or twice. You know how I get sometimes”

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

You nod, looking around and ordering a beer for you and a glass of wine for Wanda. You notice she stands closer to you when a girl stops by and taps your shoulder.

“Remember me?”

No, not really.

“How’s it going?” you greet, placing your arm around Wanda’s waist.

“You owe me a drink”

“Oh, of course! Order anything, I’ll ask Laura to put it on my tab” you agree, hoping that’s it.

“If you don’t wanna buy me a drink we could dance”

“Here” Wanda gives her the glass of wine. “Since you enjoy getting hand-me-downs so much”

“Excuse me?”

“Oookaaay” you drag Wanda away, stepping into the dance floor. “Let’s just dance”

And you do, for a little while. You feel Wanda grinding against you and it takes every ounce of self control to stay there, instead of dragging her to the bathroom to have your way with her.

“Are you thristy?” she says against your ear and you gulp.

“Yeah”

“Let’s get something to drink”

Let’s get out of here, you want to plead, but she’s in control and all you can do is hope she gets tired of playing with you soon.

“Can we get a round of shots?” Wanda leans against the bar, her dress riding up. You blush as you get a peak at her beautiful legs but also place yourself behind her so no one else sees her.

Wanda laughs, rubbing her ass against your front and you think you might collapse any minute now.

You’re about to ask her once again to please just leave when she hands you a shot of tequila.

“Truth or dare”

“Truth” you down the shot.

“What did you think of me when you first saw me?”

“Now that’s what I call a MILF” you admit, making her laugh.

“You wanna fuck me?” she says, pulling you by the shirt, her lips touching yours as she speaks.

“I have fucked you before” you remind her.

“But you still want to do it”

“Of course I do. The day I say I’m not in the mood just shoot me, because it means I’ve gone insane”

Wanda rolls her eyes, taking a shot and pulling you in for a messy kiss. Her lips travel down to your neck, and you feel her biting down with enough strenght to leave a bruise.

“I dare you to fuck me in the back of your car” she says when you stop for air.

“It’s a really small backseat”

“Is that a no?”

“I never said no” you smile, kissing her again. This time she grabs the belt loop of your pants, pulling you to the exit.

“Hurry or I’ll have to do it myself and you’ll only be able to watch”

“Wanda” you groan, tired of the teasing.

Unfortunately, someone stops you by the door.

“You never called me” a girl that you absolutely don’t even remember stands in front of you.

“She’s taken. Move”

“Make me”

“Alright!” Wanda begins to remove her earrings, so you carry her over your shoulders, making a quick exit.

“Put me down, I wanna show her who you belong to”

“Hey, just calm…”

It’s a stupid idea, looking back. Of course the sudden shift and the movement make Wanda sick, so the minute you set her down, she bends over and pukes.

“It’s ok” you ease her, rubbing her back. When she’s done, she drops all her weight against you, and you have to carry her to the car.

Wanda only wakes up when you’re taking off her shoes, and she looks around the room, disoriented.

“Did we…? How was it, did you like it?”

“Baby” you laugh, watching her adorable expression. “Just put on some pajamas and drink water. You’ll feel better”

She listens, taking your hand to stand up and walk to the master bathroom. On the way there, she pulls down the dress, wearing nothing but matching red underwear and her thights.

You’re not strong enough to resist this.

Wanda takes a toothbrush that you left out for her, and by the time she cleans up, she’s feeling a little bit better.

You’re in bed, wearing a tank top and shorts. Wanda’s previous observation was right. You have been spending more time at the gym; your muscles look a lot more toned. She allows herself to admire you, as your eyes are closed. Wanda doesn’t know if you’re asleep or not, but that doesn’t matter at all right now.

The redhead takes you by surprise, climbing on top of your lap and kissing you.

“Hey, slow down”

“Come on, I’ve missed you” she pleads.

“I’ve missed you too. But you had too much to drink and it wouldn’t be right, darling. Don’t wanna take advantage”

“I want you to take advantage. Don’t you wanna taste me?”

“Wanda” you sigh, knowing that if she keeps going you’ll have a hard time controlling yourself.

“I want your fingers deep inside me, it’s been over a month and nothing works, not like your hand… or your cock”

“Wanda” you repeat, this time with a more stern tone. The woman smiles as she lifts her top, and you have seriously missed those two.

You flip her over, so she’s on her back. Wanda moans as you kiss down her neck, rubbing her back while your lips travel lower and lower…

“Wands?” you look up, to find her fast asleep. You have to hold back a laugh when you see her snoring.

After covering her, you kiss her forehead and leave to stay in the guest bedroom.

“Sleep well, love of my life”

—

Time goes by slowly. You really don’t want anything to interfere with your date with Wanda.

A nice dinner with her is all you need right now. Hell, you even agreed she could stay at your place, seeing as the last two times she ended up sleeping there anyway.

Nothing happened, though. This time you think it might.

You hope it might.

Wanda left you all hot and bothered last time, wearing that dress and saying those dirty things while showing you those perfect, beautiful breasts that you love to bite and…

“Someone’s asking for you in the ER” Nurse Roman says, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Thanks”

You have no idea who that might be, until you pull the curtain and find Wendy Lawson in a hospital bed.

“Detka, hi” Wanda says, joining you a second later.

“Hi, love. Is everything ok?” you look between Wanda and the other woman.

“Wendy fell and we were just worried”

“Honestly, it’s nothing. I’m an old broad” Wendy says, clearly ashamed and not wanting to make a fuss. You can tell there’s some blood on her elbow.

“May I?” you approach, putting on a pair of gloves. “It’s a scratch. Wanna tell me where you hurt yourself? Head?”

“No, just the elbow and my wrist. The elbow feels a little numb, that’s all. It’s probably nothing”

“You fell with your arm stretched before you, to prevent the fall, huh?” you say, touching and bending Wendy’s arm. “It’s an injury of soft tissue on the elbow, but I’d like to confirm nothing’s wrong on your wrist with an X-ray if that’s ok with you?”

“Like I said, it’s probably nothing…”

“Miss Lawson, worse comes to worst, it’s in fact nothing and we get to keep your X-ray along with the other ones from famous people. There’s an available spot on our wall next to Matt Damon”

“Well, alright. Wanda was right. You are very charming”

“Oh, what else did she say about me?” you turn to look at her, excited when you notice Wanda is blushing. “We definitely need to talk more, Miss Lawson. For now, nurse Lorne will take you to get the X-ray”

You vaguely hear Ed tell Wendy that he is a huge fan of her work. But your mind is elsewhere, pulling Wanda into an empty on call room.

“Hi” she laughs when you kiss her cheeks, nose, neck and even behind her ear.

“Missed you” you say, finally kissing her lips. She places a hand on your cheek and you corner her against the door. Wanda lets out a sigh as you dart your tongue out, and one of your hands squeeze her breast. “Missed those too”

“Bet you did” she laughs.

“Hey, you’re the one that flashed me and then proceeded to pass out”

“Stop, I’m so embarrassed about last week” she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

“Come on, I’m joking” you kiss her temple. “It was fun going out. But now we are going someplace fancy where I can spoil you. Agreed?”

“I don’t deserve that” she tries to joke, but you can tell she means part of it.

“You do” you kiss her again, this time slower, until you break apart. Your eyes are closed, and you smile. “I love you”

“Me too, detka”

“Come on, looks like Wendy’s results are ready” you say when Lorne pages you.

Yelena lets out a loud laugh when you leave the room with Wanda and you roll your eyes.

“Not like you’re not having phone sex with Bishop when it’s a slow day” you shut her up.

“Y/N” someone else calls for you as you walk down the hallway, and you turn to find Valkyrie, smiling at you. “Hey, wanna have lunch today?“

“Yeah, we never got around to speaking about that project” you agree. “Oh, sorry about my manners. This is my girlfriend, Wanda. Wanda, meet Valkyrie”

Wanda tries to keep herself from dancing around at the mention of the word girlfriend. Instead she shakes Valkyrie’s hand.

“Were you at the gala? With that pregnant woman” Val says, confused.

“It’s kind of a long story, but yes. Pleased to meet you. Don’t let me keep you longer, I can find Wendy and head out”

“Nonesense. It won’t take more than a couple of minutes. Be right back, Val”

The woman nods and you walk with Wanda to find Wendy.

After you confirm it’s nothing serious, you prescribe some painkillers and insist that the woman can call you on your personal number with any questions.

“Thank you, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you”

“Likewise. Wanda’s so happy that she gets to work with you”

You walk them out and smile when Wanda kisses your cheek.

“I’ll wait for you at the penthouse?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Be there as soon as I finish my shift”

Just a couple more hours.

Ed comes back making a dance, showing you Wendy’s X-ray.

“Can I pleeease keep it?”

“Fine. If someone asks, you stole it. And you can’t sing any of the songs from Waitress for the rest of the week”

“Deal!”

—

Today of all days. You’re late. Not excessively, but enough to go over the speed limit and say goodbye to the idea of a shower before heading out.

“Hi, wanted to check if I can move a reservation by half an hour?” you remember to call the restaurant. Even if Wanda made the reservation, you don’t want to lose the spot because of your tardiness.

“We don’t have any reservations under that name” the hostess says after a second.

“How about Wanda Maximoff?”

“No, nothing either”

Well, damn. Did she get the day wrong? You’re about to ask to be put on the waitlist as it’s a busy restaurant when the elevetor doors open and you spot a couple of candles lighting up the penthouse.

“Alright, sorry for the trouble” you hang up, walking inside and looking for Wanda.

She’s waiting by the terrace, a soft smile as you take it all in. There are candles, roses and something that smells amazing.

“I thought we were going out”

“This is better” Wanda greets you with a kiss. “You like it?”

“I love it but I wanted you to relax and just have fun, you didn’t have to do all this”

“Would it make you feel better if I tell you I ordered the food instead of cooking?” Wanda smiles when you pull her by the waist.

“Did you really?”

“Yeah”

“Then alright. Thank you, love”

You hurry to shower and by the time you’re out, Wanda’s looking out the night sky, smiling as she sips from her glass of wine.

“Nice view” she comments and you hum, looking at her instead of the buildings and parks around you.

“The best”

“Penthouse, an expensive car, a big city… it’s very different from Westview” Wanda sighs.

“It’s also very lonely” you admit. “It’s nice, but it’s not home”

“It’s not home without you either” she admits, sighing. You kiss her temple, pulling her to the small table that’s on the terrace.

“How was lunch with Val?” she asks after eating in silence for a bit.

“Nice. We met at the gala; she works at Doctors Without Borders. I was curious about a thing or two they do there”

“That sounds interesting”

“Yeah, I always wanted to do it. Never had a chance to, with student debt right out of college and once that was settled I was offered the position as Head of Trauma so…”

“Do you want to do it now?” Wanda asks. You can tell a part of her is anxious. About you leaving again, about changing everything now that you’re fixing things.

“One day. But I’d ask you about it first. See how things might work. Or when the kids go to college, we could both travel to wherever it is they send me. Would you like that?”

“Yeah” Wanda nods, her heart skipping a beat once she notices you’re planning for a future together, like you used to do before.

Before she screwed up.

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to do” you ask with a smile, kissing the back of her hand.

“Like? In general?” Wanda hums as you nod, waiting for her to answer. “Well, this is something I’ve been thinking since my mother came back. She was telling the kids some Sokovian tales and I thought… when people hear about our country they only think about a small place that was destroyed by a war. But we’re so much more than that. I was thinking maybe I should write a book about legends and tales from my childhood”

“That would be great, actually. It could be fun to travel back there and do some research” you mention, thinking back to your conversation with Val.

As the evening continues, Wanda remembers about the ring she found. Ultimately, she had decided to not tell you she knew about it.

If and when you decided to propose, it should be because you felt like you were ready, not because Wanda knew and you felt pressured to do it.

Honestly? Wanda even thought it would be better if she proposed to you. You had already proven to be committed to your life together. It was Wanda’s turn.

“What’s got you so smiley all of the sudden?” you notice she’s staring at you.

“I just… love you so much” she admits.

“Come here” you pull her up and into your lap. “You were right, this is better than a restaurant. I can have you here all night if I want to”

“Not all night” she stutters when you leave a trail of wet kisses down her throat, squeezing her ass as your hands travel lower.

“Yes, absolutely all night. I got two months of pent up energy and my beautiful girlfriend all to myself”

“Wait” she laughs when you stand up, carrying her to the bedroom.

“Wanna do it in the balcony for the world to see?” you joke, walking inside.

“No, but I did have a speech planned about how I want to make it up to you for hurting you”

“Cool, I’d love to hear it… after I make you come at least three times”

Wanda’s about to protest when you push the door to the bedroom open. Unlike other times, you’re not that gentle with your movements, throwing her in the bed and falling right on top of her, desperate to continue kissing her.

And you are right, intimacy had always been such a huge part of your relationship, even with a crowded house. Wanda can’t believe she managed to spend two months without your touch.

“You said nothing worked… so you tried to fuck yourself without me? How many fingers, Wanda? Two? Three?”

“The toy… the one we…”

“So needy” you whisper hotly against her ear. “And yet you couldn’t come, huh?”

“I want to…” she gasps for air when you pull her pants down.

“I don’t really wanna hear anything leave those lips of yours unless it’s my name, got it, princess?”

Maybe later you’ll have time for a more romantic exchange. But now? You really need to taste her.

“Hey!” she protests when you rip her panties instead of taking them off. You smile, sinking yourself in her center and you moan at the first taste.

It seems impossible, but it’s so much better than you remember.

Wanda’s hands anchor her by pulling your hair until your nose nudges her clit, and you both moan when you feel her shaking, legs closing around your head.

“Give me a minute” she asks when you go up her body, kissing and leaving traces of her own arousal.

“Nah. You had two months. I’m fucking you all night” you surprise her by flipping her body, and she ends up face down, head pressed against the pillow. You pull her ass in the air, spanking her, albeit gently. “Unless you want me to stop”

“Keep going” she pleads, embarassed at the way her arousal is running down her thighs.

“That’s it. Good girl” you say when you place two fingers before her and she sucks them greedily. “Nice to see you still remember how to use your mouth, babe”

“Y/N” she sighs, hiding her face in the pillow.

“I wanna hear you” you remind her, entering her easily. She’s so wet there’s no resistance, not even when you add a third finger.

Your fingers and mouth move in tandem, and  Wanda’s so worked up that it doesn’t take a lot for her to come again.

The only reason you show mercy is because her legs are shaking and she can’t hold herself up any longer.

“Five minute break” you kiss behind her ear. “Then you’re riding my face”

A mix of a moan and a laugh leaves Wanda’s lips.

It’s gonna be a long, great night.

—

The last time she woke up this late, you were home.

Months ago, when things were ok.

And now, as Wanda opens her eyes, looking out the window, it feels like that again.

She grabs your clothes, like she always does and walks up to the kitchen.

“Breakfast is almost ready” you say over your shoulder. “Coffee?”

“Mhm” she nods. Before you can reach out and pour her a cup, she pulls you down to kiss you. She nudges her nose against yours, smiling. “Morning”

“Fucked all night looks good on you” you tease, making her roll her eyes.

“I’m sleepy. Feels like I ran a marathon”

“Poor Wanda, getting orgasm after orgasm” you whisper against her ear when you place a plate with french toast and eggs in front of her.

“You’re mean”

“You’re delicious” you say back, kissing her. “Now, eat. Gotta get ready for round two”

“You’ll be the death of me” she says, blushing.

“I’m just saying, your flight doesn’t leave until noon. Don’t you want to try the jacuzzi?”

“Tempting” she says, smiling.

The sight of her wearing your clothes, and having breakfast with adorable bed hair and a relaxed expression makes your heart soar.

“Hey… I was thinking. Why don’t the kids join you next time?” you propose, looking at your plate, afraid of Wanda’s reaction.

Her words stuck with you. You knew she was upset and didn’t mean it. You knew you were good to the kids and they loved you.

But maybe it’s too soon to see them again.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Wanda picks up on your mood.

“Nothing. It was stupid, forget I mentioned it…” you shake your head.

Wanda stands up and sits on your lap.

“I think that’s a fantastic idea” she says, her hands cupping your cheeks gently to make you look up. “But be prepared because they’ll be hyper verbal”

“I can live with that” you smile.

“And we’ll probably not have a moment to… you know” she plays with the collar of your shirt, raising her eyebrows.

“Then we better make the most of our time right now” you pick her up, and Wanda laughs. “You were done with breakfast, right?”

“Well, I actually had some toast left on my plate”

“Here” you offer her a bite and then take one for yourself. “And off we go”

Needless to say, Wanda almost missed her flight.

[ssentimentals]

41,57 and 58 combined with your amazing writing would a perfect match for a seungcheol drabble just sayinnn🤭 love you lots 🤍

hi bebe! aw, love you too 💜 58 is taken, but let me go with 41 and 57, thank you so much for requesting!

prompt: panic attacks & accidental hand holding

you're not sure what set it off. maybe it's the fact that whole university is there, waiting for your performance, cheering you on. maybe it's the whole thing about being in a new place with new people. maybe it's your never ending stream of thoughts: overthinking every move, coming up with scenario after scenario of all kind of outcomes. maybe it's about you not eating a thing since you woke up. reasons are not that important now, when you can feel tremor in your hands and fastened heartbeat. it starts right in the middle of director's speech when whole crew is present - the most inconvinient time to have a panic attack. you bite your lower lip, slowly moving backwards, hoping to somehow hide in the shadows. it's futile to reverse it, you know - you should've noticed the signs earlier.

'you're alright?' you almost scream in fear, jumping a little. seungcheol frowns at you, throwing both hands up to show that he's innocent. 'sorry, didn't mean to scare you. you're just shivering but it's not cold out here. all's good?'

if only words were easy. it feels like heart is in your throat, making it hard to voice out your concern. white noise start to fill your head, overpowering anything else and you gasp, trying to get more air in your lungs but it doesn't- it's not right. it's not working the way it's supposed to work, it's not-

'hey, hey- let's get out of here, yeah? is it too stuffy for you?' somehow seungcheol's voice penetrates through the fog.

without thinking you grab his hand and turn towards the exit, needing to get out of here now. the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat and then ragged sounds of your shallow breathing - futile attemps of your lungs to get more air. your legs work automatically, they carry you out of the building on their own; you don't even notice that you started running until you don't push the door and stumble out on the street, almost collapsing on the ground if it weren't for pair of strong arms around your waist. for a second all is the same but then when you take a deep breath, your lungs finally expand and it's- better. not good, but so much better and you sigh in relief, closing your eyes. vaguely you feel someone caressing your back, but you're more concentrated on getting your heart out of your throat and back into your chest - you succeed after several attempts.

'tell me what to do,' you suddenly hear said in a very worried male voice. 'i- i am at loss. how can i help? please, please tell me what to do.'

you blink, turning to the left. it's a bit weird to see seungcheol here not because you have anything against him, but because you two are not really close. it's swet though: how worried he is, how earnest he is in wanting to help. your mouth opens to tell him that you've got it under control when you notice two things: one, it's seungcheol's hand that's been caressing your back the whole time and that still is doing it and two, you two are holding hands. like, legit holding hands with fingers intertwined and all. you hope that your blush can be seen as something because of panic attack, not because cheol is handsome and his hand is warm. 'i'm good,' you mutter, straightening up. his hand leaves your back and you almost mourn it. 'uh- sorry for dragging you here. i kind of panicked and didn't really think it through.'

seungcheol shakes his head. 'no, it's alright. are you okay? was that panic attack? looked rough.'

you snort at this and seungcheol cringes at his own choice of words. 'well, it was rough,' you say, chuckling. 'but thank you for staying with me. you didn't have to.'

you two are still holding hands. it's both nice and a bit awkward, but you're not about to stop it. seungcheol also doesn't seem to mind if to trust his easy smile. 'let's go back then? you good?' he asks.

you take two more deep breaths and nod. it's better, fresh air always acts wonders on you, but maybe it's also something about having seungcheol this close. 'yeah, let's go back.'

seungcheol doesn't let go. you don't let go either.

a/n: i think it's very telling that it's always seungcheol that gets requested on themes like that. yes, seungcheol here fits the best :') hopefully you'll like it! - nini

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[itsriabby]

Ruined breakfast

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Reader accidentally breaks Steve’s favorite mug and has a little breakdown.

Warnings: little burns and cuts, blood, crying, toxic childhood (not detailed), that’s it I think.

I wrote this on the way to class so sorry if it’s a little rusty. Also, English is not my first language so keep that in mind. Thank you for reading! Xxx

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It was unfortunate, really.

Fleetwood Mac was playing softly through the stereo in the living room so you could clean the kitchen without it feeling like a chore. You had woken up extra early today to do it. It was Steve’s job to do the deep clean this week, but he’d been working really hard lately and was really anxious about work, so you wanted him to wake up to a clean house just to ease the constant frown off his face.

But now you would only make it worse.

You were scrubbing the dirty pans when you saw it. You had made breakfast and freshly brewed coffee for Steve, a surprise. A surprise that couldn’t be anymore.

One of the clean pans drying on the counter started slipping from being stacked on another, and before you could stop it, you saw the handle tipping Steve’s mug off the table, Steve’s favorite mug.

You tried to catch it in the air, but you only burned your hands with the hot liquid. Now the mug was on the ground, broken into too many pieces. Panic mode went on overdrive as you picked up the pieces in your burned hands, cutting yourself in the process. You put them down on a kitchen towel and started to look for superglue.

You had broken his mug. His favorite mug. The mug he always drinks from, even if it’s dirty and he has to clean it just to do it. The one you had made for him on your third date years ago. You did a pottery class together, and while his mug was so bad it didn’t even resemble any kitchenware, yours turned out okay. Nothing life-changing either, just a plain mug with a little pink heart on it and both your initials. Still, Steve said it was the prettiest mug he’d ever seen, and when you gave it to him, he swore to keep it forever, like the dramatic sap he is.

Only he couldn’t keep his promise anymore, because you broke it.

Your heart was beating uncontrollably while you failed to find something to glue it together. He’s going to be devastated. He will be so sad when he finds out, and he’ll blame himself for using it too much, because of course it could never be your fault, he’s too nice to blame you. So he’ll blame himself, and he’ll have an awful start to his day, and he’ll get even more anxious, and-

You didn’t even hear him walking into the kitchen behind you.

———

“Honey? Everything okay?” His sleepy voice filled the kitchen as he walked calmly through the open door.

He hadn’t slept this soundly in such a long time. But you calm him, you make him forget about all the messed-up things about his day, about his life. He was ready to cuddle a bit longer when he woke up, but you weren’t there, so he immediately went to find you.

What he didn’t expect was to find you on your knees hunched to the floor, holding something. Your back was to him, but he could still notice the way you were slightly trembling. His heart rate picked up.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, running to your side and kneeling to be closer to you. You were hugging the item to your chest, in a kitchen towel, hiding it from him, and your eyes were staring at the floor, welling up with tears. “What happened? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” He asked frantically, looking all over you and caressing your arms softly to calm you down.

“Talk to me, baby, what’s wrong?” He tipped your chin up gently, and your watery eyes finally found his. He couldn’t bear to see you like this; it pained him so deeply. “Please, tell me. What can I do?”

Your chin wobbled slightly, and you shook your head no.

“No? I can’t do anything?” You shook your head again. And then, with your voice the smallest he’d ever heard, you whispered, “I broke it.”

His hands found your face, wiping your tears softly with his thumbs while keeping your head up. “What? What did you break? Come on, honey, it’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay,” he nervously babbled, trying to get you to stop crying.

You finally detached your hands from your shirt, and he finally saw the broken ceramic on the towel. His heart broke. You were upset because his mug broke, a simple mug. He couldn’t care less about the mug breaking; he just cared about you.

“Oh, honey.” His eyes softened even more. “It’s okay, it’s just a mug, we can make another one. It’s okay.” He pushed your hair behind your ear with one hand and took the towel and the remnants of the mug with the other, putting them on the counter beside them.

“Come on, let’s…” he started to help you stand up when he saw your hands, bright red and burnt with little cuts on them, thin trails of blood pouring out and running down your wrists.

His breath got caught up in his throat, quickly taking your hands in his and helping you stand up, looking nervously around the kitchen for something to cover the wounds with. He took like 12 paper towels at once and wrapped them around your hands, applying pressure “baby, your hands, why didn’t you tell me?” He took both your hands with one hand and used the other to reach over to the sink and open the tap. Carefully, he takes the paper towels off you hands and helps you run them under the water, easing the sting. His jaw is clenched, and he doesn’t move his gaze from the water.

“Are you mad?” You whisper, not wanting to upset him.

He looks at you incredibly confused “mad? Why would I be mad?” He shuts the tap and dries your hands softly with a clean kitchen towel. He shakes his head and crouches a little so his eyes are at your level, holding the sides of your face lovingly “it’s just an object baby, I only like it because you made it, because I love you. You could give me a drawing of a stick figure and I’d treat it as adoringly as I did that mug, because it comes from you. I don’t care about it breaking, but I do care that you would hurt yourself to try an fix it.” He looks more serious now “listen to me, nothing is worth you getting hurt over, ok? Absolutely nothing. And please don’t hide it from me, that’s what I’m for. I get the privilege of taking care of you and that’s what I’m going to do, alright?” You nod slowly, and he stands upright again, sighing “C’mere baby” you hug him, hiding your face in his chest while he runs his hand through your hair “it hurts me to see you like this. Please don’t ever worry about something like this, about me. That’s the last thing I wanna do.” You nod and whisper an “okay”.

He steps back slightly to look at you, really look at you to make sure you’re okay.

It feels stupid now to have overreacted the way you did, when he’s so loving, so understanding, so… him. It’s hard sometimes to let go of your old habits, of the way you were made to react growing up, but he shows you everyday that you don’t have to act that way anymore. And god you love him for it.

“I love you” you mutter, and your couldn’t mean it more.

That finally eased the frown off his face, and he smiles softly, leaning down to give you a tender kiss. “I love you baby” he mutters into your lips, foreheads touching.

Then, he gives you a small kiss on the forehead and steps back “C’mon honey, let’s get those cuts cleaned up” he puts his hand on your lower back and walks with you to the bathroom, attending your “wounds”.

After that, you spend your morning between cuddles, kisses, and him feeding you your breakfast so you don’t “injure yourself farther”, and of course, he then claimed it to be the best breakfast ever.

[zeroseuniverse]

Fall In Love Again

Word Count: 1.2K Summary: “this is life-changing. Earth-shattering. My best friend—my dear best friend—had a crush on me and never told me?” Pairing: Jiung X reader

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“You used to have a crush on me?” Jiung repeats, his voice somewhere between amusement and offense. “Used to?”

You immediately regret your life choices. Your whole life, actually.

“It was a long time ago,” you say, waving him off like it’s nothing, like your face isn’t on fire. “It doesn’t matter.”

Jiung, unfortunately, does not believe in letting things go.

“No, no, no.” He shifts closer, resting an elbow on the table and leaning in with that stupid smirk. “I feel like this is important information. How long are we talking? Months? Years?”

You groan, dragging your hands down your face. “Why do you care?”

“Because,” he says, now fully grinning, “this is life-changing. Earth-shattering. My best friend—my dear best friend—had a crush on me and never told me?” He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “How could you keep such a thing from me?”

You glare at him, and he just looks more entertained. “Because it was embarrassing, Jiung.”

That should shut him up. It should. But instead, something shifts in his expression—just a flicker of something unreadable before he tilts his head, watching you too closely.

“Embarrassing?” he echoes, quieter this time. “Why?”

You hesitate. Because back then, you thought he was perfect? Because you hung onto every little thing he did and felt ridiculous about it? Because you knew, deep down, that he never saw you that way?

You swallow, shaking your head. “I don’t know. I just…grew out of it.”

Jiung hums. But the way he’s looking at you now makes you uneasy, like he knows something you don’t.

“Interesting,” he muses.

You narrow your eyes. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He grins, all innocent. “Just wondering how hard it’ll be to get you to like me again.”

Your brain short-circuits. “I—what?”

Jiung stands, stretching like he just made a casual observation about the weather. “I mean, it was already there once. Can’t be that hard to bring it back.”

You stare at him. “That’s not—Jiung.”

“Hm?” He slings an arm around your shoulders, completely ignoring the way you tense up. “I’ve got work to do.”

And just like that, you realize you’ve made a terrible mistake.

Because Jiung? Jiung doesn’t lose.

And if there’s one thing you know about him, it’s that he always gets what he wants.

Jiung does not waste time.

The very next day, he starts his mission. And it’s a problem.

At first, it’s subtle—too subtle. You catch him watching you more often, lingering just a second too long after a joke, smiling to himself like he knows something you don’t. But Jiung has never been good at subtlety for long.

So, naturally, things escalate.

It starts with him being ridiculously nice.

“You’re cold?” He shrugs off his hoodie before you even finish saying the word, draping it over your shoulders like some kind of romance movie lead.

“You’re hungry?” He’s already pushing his plate toward you, not even hesitating when you try to refuse.

“You look good today.” That one is thrown out so casually, you almost miss it.

You squint at him. “Okay, what is going on?”

Jiung blinks, the picture of innocence. “What do you mean?”

“This.” You gesture vaguely at him. “This weirdly nice, overly charming, suspicious behavior. What are you up to?”

Jiung leans on his elbow, looking at you like you’re the clueless one. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m winning back that crush.”

You groan. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Doesn’t it?” He grins. “Because I think it’s working.”

It’s definitely working.

You hate to admit it, but Jiung has always been magnetic. And now that he’s trying? Now that he’s actively making you flustered? You don’t stand a chance.

But he doesn’t stop at just being sweet. No, Jiung is also annoying.

He starts pulling out old memories just to mess with you.

“Remember that time in high school when you wrote my name in your notebook?”

Your jaw drops. “That never happened.”

“It so did,” he says, grinning ear to ear. “Little hearts and everything.”

You shove his arm. “You’re making that up.”

He winks. “Am I?”

You hate him. You hate how your face burns every time he teases you, how he throws compliments at you like they’re casual observations, how he acts like you’re the only person in the room when he talks to you.

And then, one night, he catches you slipping.

You’re sitting beside him on his couch, some random movie playing in the background, when he shifts a little closer.

“Hey,” he says, voice softer than usual.

You turn your head—and he’s right there.

His face is inches from yours, his eyes locked on you, serious in a way that makes your heart stutter.

His voice is quieter when he speaks again. “Do you really not like me anymore?”

Your breath catches.

Because the truth is, you don’t know.

Or rather—you do know. And it’s not the answer you want to admit.

Jiung watches you carefully, gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. And for once, he doesn’t tease.

“I never stopped liking you,” he murmurs.

Your heart stops.

The room feels too warm, the air too thick. You try to speak, to process, to do something, but Jiung just leans in a fraction closer, waiting—giving you the space to decide.

And maybe—just maybe—falling for him again isn’t the worst thing that could happen.

You’re pretty sure Jiung can hear your heart hammering in your chest.

He’s still close—too close. His breath is warm against your skin, his eyes searching yours like he’s trying to memorize every detail of your reaction. And the worst part? You can’t look away.

Because Jiung just admitted something you never expected.

He never stopped liking you.

He’s waiting. You can tell. He’s giving you a chance to pull away, to laugh it off, to change the subject. But you don’t. You can’t.

“…You’re serious?” you finally whisper.

Jiung exhales a soft laugh, like he expected that. “You think I’d joke about this?”

And no—no, you don’t. Because Jiung teases, he plays around, he gets under your skin—but this? This is different.

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

Jiung watches you, his gaze impossibly gentle, and then—slowly, carefully—he reaches for your hand. His fingers brush yours, hesitant at first, before he laces them together.

His hand is warm. Steady. Comforting.

“I liked you then,” he murmurs, “and I like you now.” His thumb brushes absentmindedly over your skin. “But this time, I’m not gonna let you pretend you don’t feel something too.”

Your stomach flips. “Jiung—”

“Don’t say it’s in the past,” he cuts in, shaking his head. “Don’t say you grew out of it. Because I see you.” His voice is softer now, almost pleading. “I see the way you look at me. I see how you react when I get too close, how you try not to smile when I flirt with you.”

Your breath catches.

Because he’s right.

Jiung’s grip on your hand tightens just slightly. “If you really, really don’t feel anything, I’ll stop.” He tilts his head, eyes scanning your face. ���But if there’s even a chance…”

You swallow hard. “A chance of what?”

Jiung smiles, the kind that makes your stomach do dangerous things. “Of you liking me back.”

Your silence stretches between you, heavy with everything unsaid.

Jiung doesn’t push. He just sits there, thumb still grazing your hand, waiting—patient, hopeful, earnest.

And that’s when you realize—

He’s already won.

[sun-snatcher]

could you write "i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man." from your prompts with shay cormac/f! reader? I discovered your profile recently and been loving your writing🫶🏻

( all credits to @bankaizen for this delicious gifset! )

✠ | of monsters & men ; shay cormac

summ. Your secret is revealed. The Captain of the Morrigan doesn't seem to mind. w.count. 2k. a/n.  f!reader , but reader is pretending to be a man , james kidd who? , slow-burn , mutual pining , friends-to-lovers , just reader & Shay being love-struck idiots . (I also understand that traditional sloop-of-war’s much like the Morrigan wouldn’t’ve had a crow’s nest due to her size, but for the sake of the fic, allow me to wave a magic wand over canon!)

       ST. ANTHONY’S RECEIVES the Morrigan with loving arms. 

With the ship lain to, and half the crew offboard, the Northern squalls billowing downwind into the dank, creaky port does little to stifle the riots of songs livening taverns and inns. All this, yet—

“Birdie!” calls a voice, floating high somewhere by where the topsails have been furled secure. “Haven’t frozen y’toes off there, have you, lad? Be a shame if I lost the finest Navigator the seas have yet to offer.”

Sitting slouched in the crow’s nest, you let out a snort. “Aye, lost ‘em all to scurvy just yesterday, I fear,” you lament, voice timbre. "Go away!"

Shay’s delighted laugh fills the air—

And you quickly tamp down that flutter you feel in your chest before it could get too treacherous.

“Also,” you note, once he hauls himself from the mainmast and lands with a perfect perch at the nest’s guardrails, “I’m the finest Navigator the seas will ever offer you, Captain, thank you very much.”

“Aye, that y’are. Dare I say the finest Mariner there is—”

“Oh-ho?”

“—right after me, ofcourse—”

“Little Irish bastard,” you scowl, failing miserably at hiding your grin, and swatting childishly at him when he scoots to settle into a comfortable seat next to you. “So. St. Anthony’s women not t’your fancy? What’re you doing all the way up here, Captain?”

“Funny that. Was going to ask y’the same thing after I saw y'run off. An’ Christ, call me Shay. I’m beginning to forget my name after all these months sailin’.” 

“Well, I was drawing, Captain,” you deflect, easily. Better than confessing you don’t want to be stuck in a stuffy room brushing shoulders with rowdy drunkards, and feeling your own heart bleed out watching pretty ladies bat their lashes and sidle up freely next to Shay.

Your answer is hardly a lie, anyway. The only reason the crew had taken to calling you Birdie in the first place is because you bide your time up in the nest scratching away in your papers (or dozing off one too many times, as Gist so likes to point out). That, and the fact it proves easier with your slightly build to pull your weight in the lines or riggings up above.

“Rum?” he offers, and sets it by you. It feels alot like a peace offering, even if it's unintentional.

Shay’s gaze falls on your tattered, leatherbound journal. A curious trinket; he’s never seen you an arm’s length from it, nor the pencil you keep tucked on your ear. He’s seen you sketching away into its water-logged pages more oft than not, cheeks stained with graphite and a furrow between your brows. “S’that your woman, birdie?” he says, glimpsing the unfinished markings of a face. “Now I see why you're not tasting the local cuisine. She’s a beauty.”

You can't help but break into a knowing, private smile. “Aye… Something like that.”

"How mysterious."

"She's my sister," you lie, if only to chase him off your scent.

"Oh? Well, does she have a man?"

"Fuck off," you bite, though without heat. The chance compliment settles nicely in your cheeks. "She’ll only be a trouble t’you. She's not your type, anyway, Shay.“

"Isn't she?" he hums cannily, but doesn’t broach the topic further. He’d never dared to ask to look in the book— isn’t exactly his business, after all— but you shrug and trade it for his drink. “Y’sure, birdie? I don't pry.”

“Go on, then, 'fore I change my mind.” There isn’t anything damning written about you in there; You know better than to risk that.

“So?” you take a swig, just as Shay begins parsing hrough the pages. "What is it? Surely you didn't climb up here t'keep warm. Come t'bother me?"

“Is it a crime for a Captain to want to spend time alone with his good friend?” he muses, distracted by the drawings— nay, Masterpieces, these are masterpieces, birdie. Y’ve a future in this, y’know?— of intricate horizons, coasts, constellations and isles on the weathered pages. 

Shay recognises them all: Asian archipelagos and spits of the lesser Antilles or the Caribbean reefs you’ve both voyaged to, dated and signed; alongside notes of headings and longitudes penciled under stipplings of navigational celestials like the North Star, the Dipper. 

“If the Captain is you, Shay,” you answer, “Then any man with sense.”

“Oh, I mean the Morrigan, birdie,” he teases, only to earn a sharp smack at his knee. 

“Ha-ha. I reckon all your good friends are women, aye?”

“So it seems,” he agrees absent-mindedly, and you wonder if the sideways glance at you had been your imagination.

Shay turns to the still-lifes. Breaching humpback whales and dolphin pods arcing over whitecaps; a bird’s-eye-perspective of the crew on a sunny day aboard the Morrigan, and countless, bustling ports across the world you’ve visited. There are portraits of the crew too: of deckhands, gunners, or of Gist, and even a stern profile of Haytham Kenway looking portside in the distance. 

And in-between it all—

Him. Captain Shay Cormac. Immortalised in blink-and-you-miss-it moments: manning the steer while holding conversation, or perched at the bow afore the setting sun, or peering through his spyglass from the sail riggings. “I ought to commission’ you. These are bloody incredible.” He traces a finger over one of the more detailed portraits of him, looking serene despite the menacing scar splitting his face. “Y’ve done me a justice, lass.”

You choke on the rum.

“—Aye,” you cough, willfully ignoring his mistake. Or had you misheard? “Perhaps, ah, one day.”

(Regardless. He couldn’t possibly know, surely. You’ve been careful for this long.) 

You clear your throat. Shake your head. “You haven’t properly answered my question, Captain.” 

“Right,” he relents, and closed the journal before handing it back to you. “I was just curious—”

You steel yourself for the worst.

“—why’ve y’stuck around for so long?”

Oh. “You mean, aboard the Morrigan? With you?”

“Aye,” he nods, levelling your curious, critical look. “I’m sure y’ve heard rumors an’ chatter about me, birdie. Isn’t hard t’miss. Master Kenway, Gist, an’ I’s line’a work, that is. I’m here to confess it isn’t all hearsay, that what I do isn’t a pretty thing.”

“Didn’t fancy you the type t'care about what other people think, Shay.” No one needs to earwig that to know it’s true. It’s quite known that Captain Cormac is an unflappable creature who’s earned his place in the world both on and off-land, to toe the thin line between confidence and arrogance wherever he goes. Though you suppose he’s just a man, at the end of the day, if he’s this consumed over a little mud-slinging to his reputation. 

“I don’t,” he agrees, truthfully. “But I do care what you think.”

Something soft curls in your heart. Damn you, Shay Cormac, you curse. You handsome, quick-witted—

“I know it isn’t pretty. And fortunately for you, I’m no priest, and we’re not in a confessional, so,” you sniff. “Doesn’t change a damn thing.”

He huffs out a polite laugh. “Well said.”

“Listen,” you sigh, more serious now. “Other men may have come and gone with the tide, but I’ve voyaged with you the longest because I wanted t'stay, Captain.”

“Exactly. You’ve seen what I can do. I know I’m a monster, birdie, but y’treat me like a man, an’ noble men don’t— do what I do.”

Ah. So there’s the root to all of this banter, then. A crisis in faith, somewhere. “Shay,” you narrow. “I’ve never met someone who’s a stout heart as you; Kept every word like bond, and never traded honour for prestige. Now, most monsters are men, and it’s all the same to the likes of me—”

(To the likes of me, Shay catches the slip.)

“—but I think you need to ask yourself: do you kill without cause?”

“No,” he says, affronted. “I fight for the people.”

“Then you’re twice the noblest man any could ever dream to be.”

A beat. 

Shay drops his head back to the mast with a glittering look in his eyes you can only describe as fond. (Perhaps, if you dared to indulge, affectionate—) “You’re a bloody gem, birdie, y’know that?”

The cuff of his sleeves brush against your pinky, and you can feel the toe of his boot against your own. You try not to focus on either of it, try not to focus on the proximity. “Aye, most women call me a diamond in the rough.”

He doesn’t laugh and take the bait this time, much to your surprise. “My Da once told me, birdie: It’s not enough to give people what they need to survive, you need to give them what they need to live.”

“Aye,” you nod, after a subdued moment. “I’ve stayed because you’ve given me that, Shay: purpose. Sailing the seas on the Morrigan is the freest I’ve ever been.”

“Y’ought to sail with your true self, birdie.”

You seize. Feel your blood run ice cold. “My… truest self is by your side.”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it?” you bristle, and you are cutting now, Shay can see, because you’re frightened. “Captain, how much have you had to drink—?”

“I’d make a poor Irishman if half a bottle’a rum is all it takes to end me. Now take it easy, lass—”

You scowl, and move to sit up. “I’m not a—”

“It isn’t a fret to me at all, birdie,” he says, firmly, the back of his hand nudging your shoulders to lean back. “At ease. I’ve known you’re a woman for ages, now.”

This time you can’t school the look on your face.

“How long’ve you known?” you swallow, after you gathered your wits.

Shay cocks his head in thought. The confirmation now only pieces together what he’d always had a sneaking suspicion of, sensed even beyond his own second sight. Your gear, your mild stature, your peculiar mannerisms; nimble-handed at the riggings, fleet-footed in every brawl. But, if he’s to put a time on it—

“Singapore. When y’knocked that Portuguese sap’s teeth right out his head an’ put the heart crossways in him after he fretted the poor barmaid. Looked right personal t’you. I gathered then.”

A pause. Careful calculation. You’re trying to piece your reality back now that it's been shattered: the moonlit hush, the whistle of the winds, the lap of the tide against the Morrigan. Finally:

“Pretty sure he was Peranakan,” you correct, uselessly. Your hackles aren’t raised anymore. Shay would’ve acknowledged the look of defeat in your eyes had he not been so captivated by hearing your voice— real voice— for the first time.

(It’s gentle. Beautiful. If he’d been any more loose-lipped he might’ve pleaded you sing for him.)

“Captain, Singapore was… a long time ago.” It’s a loaded sentence, and had he not known you well enough he might’ve missed it: Why didn't you say anything?

“Aye. Like y’said earlier,” he waves, dismissively, “Doesn’t change a damn thing. Only, what’s your real name, lass?” 

You tell him. It’s been unspoken for so long, that for a moment it sounds near foreign to your own ears when he rolls the syllables back to you in his accented tongue. “Lovely name. I’m guessin’ the woman in your journal is you, aye?”

“To be a dame in a boatful of men is a death sentence, Shay,” you laugh, distant. It isn’t pleasant. “Ill omen to have a woman onboard, you know? Or so they say.”

He knows what you really mean.

“An’ yet here we are, after all these years, alive an’ well,” he challenges, raising his and your shared rum to the pale moon. “Besides, y’know I make my own luck, lass. So don’t think of leavin’ the Morrigan now, aye? Would be a right shame if I lost a sailor fierce as you.”

Another stumble in your heart. You bite your tongue. Shay’s trying to get a laugh out of you, you realise. To lift your spirit.

“Your secret’s safe with me, birdie. The Morrigan doesn’t discriminate, an’ you’ve earned your place on this ship a long time ago. Tell y’what, if anyone lays a hand on my finest Navigator, y’have my word to unman them yourself.”

That does it. Now you do laugh. Bell-like. Bright and sunny and warm—

And it knocks the wind right out of his lungs.

Aye, you'll be trouble indeed, birdie.

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FIVE)

This chapter riffs on Peterbilt's and A4F's ideas. Here's hoping imitation is the best flattery.

Braden and I never took vacations for just us. It was always family trips with our kids. Two weeks at the beach in summer, and camping trips when the boys got older. Brade and I would each have a trip with Junior for one-on-one time with our eldest, and together we took Evan and Keith on an amusement park trip while Junior was at golf camp.

But it was me and Brade's 15th marriage anniversary, and we realized we'd never done the whole wedding ceremony. For us, incest marriage was a private thing, by necessity but also because my son and I had each other regardless of our love was sanctioned or not.

We were celebrating now with a stay down at a Caribbean resort. The Connors men were looking after our sons, and I told my work that any urgent matters could wait.

I don't think we realized how much we needed this. Time to reconnect, to rekindle that spark in the relationship. Braden and I had a good, healthy marriage, and we made a regular sex life a priority, but it could be tough to keep the romance while raising three boys. Parenting was a full-time job and involved a lot of routine.

I could sense Braden's eyes on me that first day. We'd had a quickie as soon as we'd checked in to our room. A hot missionary fuck. Braden knew I craved variety in bed and loved doing different positions. But Brade craved seeing my face and making out as we mated. So usually it was Brade's way. Not that I was complaining.

As I pulled on my swim trunks over my sated, soft genitals, I could see my son's eyes on me as he stepped back into the room after taking a post-fuck piss.

"Fuck, Dad... you still got it going at 52."

I paused and puffed out my chest a little. I'd been self-conscious about aging and all the gray hairs coming in. But the last few years I'd really hit the gym. I'd never match Braden's muscle perfection, but I wanted to fine tune the middle aged build I had.

"I won't lie, son, sometimes I worry about getting too old for you."

Braden was still naked, his hunky brawn on full display as he stepped up to me. "Jesus, Dad, you know I'm wired for you. For my father."

We'd just gotten off but were still chubbed. I could see my son's thick meat swing stiffly. I loved how he's shaved smooth for the trip, he looked like a porn model. His hands reached forward and felt up my chest. "The silver fur coming in is way fucking hot, sir..."

We kissed, more softly than just now. "Oh buddy..." I muttered.

Braden cocked his sexy grin. He was in his mid-30s now and was all man, but still seemed young to me. "I'm serious, Dad, you're as hot as you've ever been... I can see why Junior's so crushed out on you."

I gulped and pulled back, almost instinctively. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "You got to notice, right? He's as into you as I was at that age. Maybe even more so."

"Brade..." I admonished.

Braden patted my bare arm in an affectionate way. "Come on, Dad, I know you're not gonna do anything inappropriate."

"No, I'm not," I replied curtly. "Besides, I don't think of Junior in that way."

Braden rolled his eyes and stepped away. He dug out the skimpier speedo he had in his suitcase. I wasn't sure if I was actually mad at him, but I knew I couldn't stay mad as I watched his thick muscled body fill out that swimsuit.

"Ready to hit the beach?" I asked in an are-we-OK kind of tone.

"Yep," Braden said.

The water was warm and still refreshing. I slathered sunscreen on Braden's back once we got back to our towel and he returned the favor.

"Feels nice, son," I said, leaning into his strong hands.

I heard a chuckle. "Need to go back to the room, Dad?"

Brade was right, I could go again, already. But I shook my head. "It's tempting, but let's save it, OK?"

"We got all week, Dad, right?"

"That we do."

We each lay on our towel and I dozed a little. I woke to find Braden sitting up, looking out on the water. He looked over at me and smiled. "I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Sport," I said. "Sorry if I was short with you earlier."

Braden shrugged. "It's the reaction I expected, honestly."

"Yeah?" I didn't know what he meant by that.

"I know you pretty well, Dad. For what it's worth, I'm glad you're a stand up father... it's just, well, you can be oblivious sometimes. I felt you should know."

"About Junior?"

"The kid fucking idolizes you, Dad. Not that I blame him."

I sighed. "How do we handle this?"

Braden chuckled. "I figured you'd have some experience in that department."

"Please tell me I'm not gonna have a rebellious teen on my hands again," I said with a wink. Braden and I could talk seriously about the bumps in our familial dynamic, but we also joked about it.

That got a real laugh from my son. "Junior's a good kid, Dad. We'll see how the others turn out when they hit adolescence."

I got a little quiet. "I know we said three was enough, Brade... but... you ever think about having more?" I was nervous bringing it up even. But the idea had been in the back of my head for quite a while.

"All the fucking time, Dad," Braden said.

"Damn," I hissed. I was boning up in my swim trunks.

"Dad... you're 52 and in your prime... and I'm still fertile..."

I gulped and turned toward him. Braden could certainly see my hardon now. "How many kids is too many?"

"I dunno, Dad. I know you'll do the budget spreadsheet and be all practical. But I want another son with you. More than one."

I nodded. Then in my parental tone, I said. "Then I want you going off the pills."

"Done," Braden said, and I was rewarded with a huge smile on his face. It made me realize I was doing the right thing. We were doing the right thing.

"Back to the room?" I said, standing up from my towel. My hardon was obscene but I didn't care who on the beach saw it.

"I thought we were waiting," he teased, lazily scratching his pec like he was just relaxing on the beach.

"Fuck that, son. I need inside you."

We raced back to the air-conditioned quiet of our room. I thought nothing could be hotter than Brade in his fucking skimpy speedo, but seeing the lycra slide down his meaty buns and over his thick hamstrings had me leaking in my own trunks. I'd barely started to slide them down when my studly son bent over on the bed, spreading his legs for me. It was Braden in full heat, and I let out a grunt.

"God fucking damn, Sport, you need your daddy?" I fisted my meat to smear the precum on its length. If Round One was Brade's way, Round Two was gonna be Bill's treat.

"Please, sir..." he said, his masculine voice deep as it was needy. "I'm still loaded up from earlier, but I need that potent dad semen inside me. He looked back at me, horny and a little nervous. "Just add extra lube, Dad."

I picked up the bottle where we'd left it from earlier and slathered a good deal on. I got off on seeing my son eye it with awe. I tell ya, if you ever have a son that looks at your cock that way, you'll never get sick of it. "We gonna make another kid, Braden?" I asked. It had been a long while since we'd worked preg talk into sex. It was overdue.

"Uh uh... maybe two. You think your sperm is powerful enough to give me twins."

I was on him now, kicking apart his legs wider and angling my hips down. "Tell me if I got too hard, Sport."

"Fuck me, Dad," came the ready reply. "Put that bare father cock inside me... ooof!"

It was a quick entry, rough, but Brade's hole was loosened from earlier and we were both crazy horned. "Hot fucking fertile, son womb." I was fucking him, fucking Brade. Steady, deliberate thrusts.

"You're the stud, Dad.... first Junior... then Evan, and Keith. Gonna go for number four."

"You've given me amazing kids, Brade... and grandkids. Fuck!" I was glad we'd mated earlier, since no way would I be lasting more than a minute now otherwise.

Braden gripped the sheets and arched his back. Taking me, despite the roughness. "Making incest kids, Dad. Best of our DNA."

I pulled out and actually gave him a smack. OK, I was out of control, but Brade didn't object. "Up on the bed, kiddo," I growled. "All fours." I needed a better angle.

I stepped and back and rather than immediately do as I asked, my son slid down to taste my hard cock, slurping my own earlier seed of it. "Fuck, Dad... I can practically taste my next brother."

He gave my meat one last kiss then rose up.

I took it easier this time, enjoying the extended session. No worrying about our sons knocking on the bedroom door to interrupt us, no time we had to finish by to pick the littlest ones up from school or drive them to some little league game. No need to be quiet.

For the next two hours, Braden and I enjoyed pacing out this incest fuck, going hard then soft, fast and slow, me guiding my hot son in multiple positions on the bed. Until I finally pounded us both off into a simultaneous orgasm as he talked about what our fourth kid was gonna be like.

Everything about it was magical, but the topper was the grateful look on Braden's face as we lay sweaty and naked, side by side on the hotel bed.

"You know it's gonna be two or three weeks before I'm actually fertile," Brade said. He was all grown up and in his 30s, but there was something innocent and youthful in his face just then, like he was 18 all over again and I'd just taken his cherry. My prick jerked at that thought.

"I figured," I said. "Consider that a down payment for the actual conception fuck."

That got a laugh from my son. "Damn, Dad, if that's the down payment, I don't think I can survive the breed session."

"You'll do just great, Brade," I grinned, leaning forward to claim a kiss.

***

Day One was honeymoon style sex, Day Two was a lazy recovery day.

Day Three was a huge surprise though. Braden and I had gone on a snorkeling activity organized by the resort. These things can be awkward but we made small talk with a father and son from the Midwest. At one point Brade pulled me aside and whispered. "You can't keep your eyes of them, can you?" I started to object, but he added," It's OK dad, they're smoking hot, both of them."

That was an understatement. The father had blue eyes that sucked you in and a killer smile. He was maybe five years younger than me an a total DILF. Graying temples, pumped and toned muscle, body hair trimmed to a neat half inch length. And his son was a chip off the old block, a tall, muscled jock looking kid somewhere on the cusp of high school and college. I enjoyed looking at these guys and later, Brade and I enjoyed talking about them as we fucked.

"Who do you think is the top, Dad? Father or son?" Brade asked as I slow pumped him doggy on the hotel bed.

"Oh, Daddy's the top for sure," I hissed.

"Fuck yeah," Brade hissed, getting into the fantasy. "Hope he sends Eric off to college with an incest baby in his belly."

"Fuck, Brade!" I growled. The idea had me cumming inside my son. Braden wasn't far behind, either.

We dressed for dinner, then afterwards decided to enjoy the hotel pool.

"Beats winter back home," Brade said as we lazily swam around and treaded water.

"I'll say."

Braden treaded over and leaned to whisper. "I wish I could kiss you right here, sir."

"Me too, buddy," I croaked.

I had to get out of the water or I really would start making out with my son in public. Since this was not a gay resort, we'd made the decision to travel as father and son rather than as husbands. I was now regretting that decision.

"I'm going to get a drink... want one?"

Braden didn't drink much at home, but we were on vacation. "Oh, yeah, a margarita. Thanks, Dad."

When I got back to the pool area with our drinks, Braden was in the whirlpool area.

"To vacation, Sport," I said clinking his plastic cup with mine.

"Happy anniversary, Dad," Brade whispered.

"Damn," I hissed.

"What?" Braden asked, concerned I was upset he'd said it in public.

I leaned in. "You just gave your dad a boner, that's what."

Braden smiled and leaned back in the bubbles. "You're giving me one now, too."

God, we were going to get in trouble here, for sure.

Only a booming voice interrupted the sexual thoughts getting out of controle. "Bill! Braden!" There was Doug Newcomb, the daddy from the snorkeling outing, in boardshorts, flip flops and a towel over his shoulder. Two paces behind him was his football jock son. "Mind if we join you?"

I had a moment of surprise then recovered my senses. "Please do."

I watched the Newcomb men toss their towels down and kick off their flip flops. "I would say it's a nice night," Doug said, "but who am I kidding? Every night is frickin paradise here."

It was weird to see the son be so quiet when the dad was so talkative, but I enjoyed getting a good view of his muscle... bulky but not overly beefy. Eric Newcomb may be young, but he was jacked, even more than Braden was at that age.

I felt self conscious, but I could see Brade's attention on both these guys as we all made small talk. Turns out Doug was an airline pilot, and Eric was a graduating high school senior who'd committed to play football at Nebraska.

"This is kind of his celebration trip," the father said, playfully mussing his jock son's hair. "I won't like that we wanted him to stay in state, but Nebraska's a better team, and I'm super proud of him."

I wondered if there was a Mrs. Newcomb but didn't see a wedding band on the father's left hand.

Normally quiet Eric spoke up. "The Gophers suck, Dad. You know that."

Doug shrugged, like he was conceding a sore point. He looked at me and Brade. "At least the kid's a Vikings fan."

It felt like we were witnessing a conversation they'd had many times. A ritual to keep from talking about the thing they wanted to talk about. Or maybe my imagination was getting away from me.

After the wine with dinner and the margarita, I was feeling a gentle buzz and maybe my inhibitions were down. I reached my arm across Braden's shoulder and let it rest. Passing it off as a normal paternal gesture, it was still forward. "Brade here's the sports guy in the family. I follow the local teams but don't get passionate about much besides golf."

That got a laugh from my son. I felt Braden's hand rest on my thigh. It was beneath the water and these guys couldn't see, which only added to the naughty thrill. My son was DEFINITELY on the same wavelength as me in being turned on by these guys. I gentled ran my fingers along his delt muscle but kept my attention forward.

Still, Doug could sense something. "So... are you guys actual father and son?" There wasn't disapproval in his tone but something curious and maybe a little freaked out.

I thought of switching our story, but we'd already committed to being on this trip as dad and son, not as partners. But before I could answer Brade piped in.

"Oh yeah... We look a lot alike don't we?"

Now it was the son's turn to react. "Oh yeah, definitely. I mean you have more muscle, Braden, but the face..." He blushed as soon as he said that.

There was something weird going on, but I wanted to see how this played out. I watched Doug slip his own arm around Eric's strong upper body, resting it on the shoulder like I had with Braden.

"That's cool," the father said. "I guess you never know."

I looked eyes with him. Fuck, those steel blue eyes were hypnotic. "I guess not." Then I gulped, trying to act normal, as I took a chance. "You guys, um, actual father and son."

That got a laugh from the dad and a smile from Eric.

"We are," Doug said. He looked over at Eric. They were silently trying to communicate with each other. The father's expression was more serious as he turned back to us. "Listen, I think we're gonna call it a night. Maybe we'll see you around?"

"Um, yeah," Braden said. I could tell he was trying to hide his horniness. "Have a good one, guys."

We watched these Midwestern hunks get out and reach for their towels. Their looser trunks clung to their ass and upper legs and I decided to memorize the view for later.

We were finally alone and Brade whispered. "Fuck, Dad... what just happened?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I mean, I have an instinct, but definitely can't be sure."

That night Braden and I enjoyed sex without cumming. We wanted to save up that load and, well, it was awesome to try something new. All foreplay, lots of making out, lots of naked body contact, until we were too tired.

***

The Newcombs were on our mind the whole next day. I felt guilty, until Braden confessed he couldn't stop thinking about them.

"I just feel bad, Brade," I said. "This trip is supposed to be about us."

He patted my thigh like he had the night before. "It is, Dad. But even the idea of another father-son team.... it brings out the best in our own incest."

I gave my son a soft kiss. "The Connors aren't enough?" I teased. We hooked up with those guys maybe once every three months, enough that we had an easy familiarity as a two-team incest foursome, but not so often that it felt like too much.

"The Connors aren't here, Dad," Braden answered with a smile. "I just love showing off the love and physical intimacy we have. That I have with my own father."

I nodded down at my crotch. "Look what you did, buddy." I had hope to save sex for later that day, but my prick had a mind of its own.

"Show me, Dad," Braden hissed. "Show me the dick that made me 36 years ago."

I undid the draw strings of my trunks and pushed them down over my dad boner.

"Hot," Braden said in awe than got down on the floor, between my spread legs.

I wish I had the willpower around Braden, but as he leaned forward to take me into his mouth, I let him. I let my own son blow me slowly, and lovingly, to completion. And once he'd swallowed most of my sperm I gave him a deep, soulful kiss.

Braden had a proud satisfied smile as he pulled back. This blowjob had been about me and my release. "Damn, Dad, your sex drive is off the charts on this trip," he laughed.

****

I thought that would take the edge off. Maybe Braden did, too. But after dinner we were both a little quiet as we walked back to the room. "Wanna try the whirlpool again?" I asked.

Braden knew what I was thinking. He wasn't upset at the suggestion, just the opposite. "Definitely."

So we change back into fresh swim trunks and grabbed towels on the way out to the pool area. It was dark with the glow of the pool lights making the Caribbean evening more magical. There was a newlywed couple swimming in the larger pool. And in the shallow whirlpool area were the Newcomb men, father and son.

Eric's face lit up when he saw us. "Hey," he said. Maybe the jock would never be the talkative one, but he was in a more social mood for sure.

"Mind if we join?" Braden asked.

"I'd be offended if you didn't, guys," Doug said with his killer smile. He held up his plastic cup. "Eric and I were just enjoying a couple of beers... 18 is the drinking age here, and even if it wasn't, well, like I say this is a celebration."

I set down my towel. "Maybe we'll join you," I said. "Can I get you another?"

Doug held up the cup, which was low. He seemed to be weighing whether he should. "Hell, it's vacation. Yeah, I'll have a beer, whatever's on draft." He turned to Eric. Again the silent communication, leading the son to say, "Yeah, Dad.. if that's OK"

"Two," he said to me.

I felt a strange thrill and naughtiness. I don't even know what I expected to happen. This was a normal resort, a mix of families and young couples. These guys were just being polite, I told myself. Minnesota nice.

When I came back to the pool with four drinks, the small talk was especially small. Talking about possible excursions for the next day, Brade asking Eric all about his football plans at Nebraska. Doug rambling on about the Big Ten.

But a half hour went by and that honeymoon couple left. It was just us in the pool area, and Doug's Minnesota nice shifted to something more direct.

"Sorry if we were rude last night," he said. "I just got a little freaked out."

His eyes were on me, then on Braden.

I knew to be cautious. "No need to be freaked out. And we didn't find you rude."

I could sense Eric nudge his father's arm. It was charming in a way. Doug blushed. "Eric thinks we should have stayed."

Maybe I couldn't read between the lines entirely, but I wanted to see. I placed my arm on Braden's shoulder, like the night before.

"Fuck," Doug swore, then copied me. Eric even scooted into the embrace. "It's nice to see a father and son who are close."

"Dad and I are real close," Brade chimed in.

"We had a sense," Doug said, almost whispered. "Didn't we son?"

"Yeah Dad," Eric said. He was shy but somehow not as embarrassed as his father.

I ran my fingers along Braden's shoulder. Not trying to be surreptitious like the evening before.

I watched and could tell Doug copying me.

"Fuck!" Eric swore softly. That got a chuckle from his father.

Doug gave his son a look, then looked back over at me and Brade. "I don't know about you guys, but this is still new for me and Eric.... we're figuring stuff out."

Goddamn, we were talking about incest as much as we could without outright saying it. I gave an encouraging nod. I didn't want to spook these guys, but I wanted to push the conversation forward. "That's the best part," I said. "Except for the stuff that comes after."

I felt Braden's hand on my thigh once more, only it didn't rest there but slid up to explore the hem of my trunks and paw at my crotch.

Doug gulped. "How much stuff?"

I gave a slight shrug. "The full monte," I said. "As much as you could imagine."

Doug was silent but Eric had a big smile on his face. "We couldn't figure you out," the teen said. Looking at me, he said. "You seem too young to be Braden's dad, Mr. Drake."

"Bill," I corrected. "I had Brade when I was 16."

"And you, um," Doug started to ask. "When did you guys....?"

I looked at Braden. He was horny and very thrilled. "You OK with me talking about it, son?"

"Yeah, Dad," he gave a nod.

I looked back at the Newcombs. "Maybe this would be better to discuss somewhere private?"

I could see Eric nudge his dad again, and Doug let out a small, nervous laugh. "I know, buddy," he whispered. Then looking at me he answered. "Your room work, Bill?"

I was hard when I got out of the pool. We all were. But we toweled off and wrapped the towels around our waists as we made our way to the room.

We were all quiet and there was tension and anticipation in the air. Once we were indoors, I paused. "I guess we should get out of the wet swim suits," I said. "I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable."

Doug looked at his son, who was now noticeably taller than the father by a good inch or two. More silent communication before he answered for both of them. "We're all men, here, Bill."

Braden went first, slipping down his suit. It wasn't his speedos but a lycra square cut suit. My son was somewhere between chubbed and erect, and my own dick was getting more in the hard state as I stripped down.

"Sorry," I said. Wanting these men to be comfortable.

"I'm the same way, Mr. Drake," the jock said. As he pushed down the trunks I saw his rigid erection stick up. His skin was pale, though he had a slight tan line from the time down in the sun.

"Here goes," Doug said, following suit. I took their wet trunks put them all in the bathroom. As I came back in, Braden had taken a seat in one of the chairs, with the father and son on the bed. I smiled because Brade had a good intuition, too. Letting this play out without pushing it more than we already were.

I took the free chair, sitting down and enjoying the thrill of being naked like this. "I need to answer your question, Doug," I said. "Braden and I have a sexual and romantic relationship. We have since he was 18."

The father nodded. But it was Eric's reaction that was amazing. "See, Dad, I told you."

I saw Doug's dick finally rise to full erection, getting past his nerves.

"The full monte?" the man said back, repeating my words back to me.

"The full monte," I said.

Brade chimed in. "We'd love to show you guys... if you're interested."

Doug looked over at Eric. The kid was in full horned mode and his thick tool was actually jerking up and down. "I know Eric is," the pilot said. He seemed emotionally torn as he explained. "We've just been experimenting.... jacking off together, that kind of thing."

"Jacking off is fun, too," I said. Wanting not to push these men too far.

Doug gave me a grateful smile. "Since he was 18 huh? You ever feel guilty?"

"Nope," Braden said with a laugh.

I looked over at my son with a smile. It was true Brade was all in, never looking back. "I felt guilty at first... maybe a couple of months," I explained. "Then I realized it was right for me and Brade. Those guilt days are long behind us."

"Cool," Doug said, in a tone he wished he didn't feel the guilt pangs himself.

I looked at Eric, whose eyes were on me, lusting after me. "If it's not an inappropriate thing to say, Doug, you have a very attractive son." My eyes swept back to meet the father's blue eyes. "No disrespect."

"None taken," Doug said with a smile. "I very much agree with you."

"You attracted to your dad, Eric?" Braden asked. He leaned forward and I could see he was rock hard now, and dripping. But his tone was cautious and respectful.

"Oh yeah," the jock said, with a smile. "Dad's like the hottest guy in the world."

I could see Doug's flattered smile.

"What about him turns you on, bro?" Braden asked. "If you don't mind sharing."

I was watching Doug closely to see if he'd object, but he had a silent, horny expression grow on his face as his son responded.

"I mean, you see it, right? Dad's a total DILF." It was wild seeing the shy kid get talkative all of a sudden. "But it's more than that his body. I don't know, maybe cause he's my idea of what a man should be."

"I hear ya, bro," Braden said. "I'm that way with my dad." It was like they were talking and bonding without me and Doug there.

He gave Eric a wink then turned to the father. "Your son is hot to trot for this, Doug."

I watched the father reach over and place his arm on Eric's bare shoulder, drawing his son closer. Eric complied, and now that both men were nude I could see how hard they were for this, for each other.

"I try to put the breaks on sometimes," Doug said, softly, to Eric as much as to us. "But I'm hot to trot, too."

I watched them lean forward and tilt their heads. Father and son were now kissing, softly but fully, with tongue.

I expected a swear word from Braden. I expected one from myself. But we didn't want to break the spell of the incest kiss.

But once they broke, Braden was getting out of his chair, kneeling down. I kissed him, feeling up his outer arms as we got into it.

"God, Dad," I heard.

Braden pulled off and I gave him a nod. He bent his body down and began taking me into his mouth. My eyes watched him swallow several inches in loving slowness before I looked up at the Newcombs. They were watching and crazy excited.

"You like watching this?" I asked.

"Hell yes." This time it was Doug's turn to show enthusiasm. "How often does he...?"

"Once a week on average," I answered. "But we prefer fucking to just about anything."

"Hot," Eric said.

I expected a response from Doug, but both guys watch as Braden got into it. My son's really good at giving head, but the audience had him making a show of blowing me. Alternating pace and pulling off to lick my nuts some. I loved watching him, but I loved watching the father and son team watch up. Eric's hands were now on his dad's dick, touching it, exploring it, feeling his father's hardness while his own teen dick stood up angry and hard. The jock leaned to whisper in his dad's ear.

"Yeah, buddy," Doug whispered back.

I watched excited as Eric got off the bed and copied the position Braden was in.

"Fuck!" the father hissed as his teenage son began licking his cock. He looked up at me.

"You enjoy watching this?"

I nodded. "You have no idea."

"I do actually."

We both enjoyed our incest blowjobs, alternating where we looked, getting off on our sons but also on having an audience.

Doug's face was getting flush and his upper body was tensing. "Oh damn, Tiger... you're getting your Big Man close." It felt like I was witnessing some private nicknames.

Braden moaned around my cock, suggesting the words were getting to him too.

"Gonna cum in your son's mouth?" I grunted, giving into outright sex talk at last. "Down his throat?"

He looked at me, almost with pleading eyes. "Uh uh. Fuck!"

"My son's gonna get me off," I added. "Any second."

I then watched Doug have an orgasm. Eric choked some on the sperm then gulped.

I held Braden's head down gently as I shot my wad, too. As hot as the fourways were with the Connors, something was special about how spontaneously this evening had developed.

But as Braden licked my dribbles and kissed my dad cock, I saw Doug dart up and run to the bathroom. He stepped back in and tossed Eric his suit. "Let's go buddy," he said curtly, already stepping into his trunks.

Braden wasn't comprehending what was going on. He pulled off. "What?"

I patted his cheek in a signal. "Sorry guys," I said.

"It's OK," Doug said, guilt and anger in his eyes. "Just we better go."

Eric seemed frustrated, sexually but emotionally as he followed his father out. He gave one last look at us. Wistful and grateful at the same time.

Braden sat on the bed now, his hardon long gone. "Is everything gonna be OK, Dad?" he asked, concerned. I couldn't tell if he was concerned for the Newcombs or worried they'd talk about our relationshipt to someone else.

I didn't worry about them making anything public. That was the last thing Doug Newcomb was going to do. "It'll be OK, son," I said. "They just need some time to figure the incest thing out."

I stood up and walked over to pat Braden's head. My son seemed grateful to the gesture and leaned in and nuzzled my soft cock with his face. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Want a little cuddle time, Sport?" I asked. "It's our belated honeymoon, after all."

Braden chuckled against my genitals. But he patted my leg. "Yeah, Dad. Sounds perfect."

[morgana-larkin]

Here’s Part 14 of Just Tired! So to add more drama and growth I decided for the reader to have a fear of intimacy, which is fear of getting close to people because you think they will leave you. I have this fear and thought I should add it to the story. Also this got way more dramatic than I intended but this was my brain at 3am. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Just Tired - Part 14

Warnings: manipulative relationship (mentioned), fear of intimacy

Words: 4.7k

Melissa wakes up with your arm wrapped around her. She then remembers that after her breakdown, you both ate with Barb and then you comforted her until you both fell asleep. Melissa reaches out for her phone and looks at the time, 5:02am. She sighs as her alarm doesn’t go off for another half hour. She carefully turns around so she can face you while your arm is still around her. She then nuzzles her head on your chest and hums.

“Morning.” You say softly and a little raspy.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” She tells you as you open your eyes.

“You did, but that’s ok.” You tell her and stroke her head. “How are you feeling?” You ask her.

“A lot better than yesterday.” She tells you. “But I still can’t believe Joe won’t sign the divorce papers.”

“You’ll get through this.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Have you ever been in love?” She asks you.

“No, I haven’t. The only love I’ve ever felt is my parents, well, until I came out.” You tell her.

“How would I know what non toxic love feels like if it hasn’t happened before? I know I loved Joe but I shouldn’t have, it just felt so nice to feel seen.” She tells you. “With 8 younger siblings, the older ones sorta disappear as the young ones are being taken care of.” She tells you.

“Maybe you can ask Barb, she’s been in a loving relationship for like 30 years.” You tell her and she hums.

“When I was growing up, I helped to take care of my siblings as I was the oldest, and I was pretty much doing the same thing with Joe, taking care of him.” She tells you.

“And who was taking care of you?” You ask her.

“I was taking care of myself.” She tells you and you push her hair back behind her.

“Maybe you should start thinking about yourself, and maybe find someone who is willing to take care of you.”

“I don’t need someone who will take care of me.” She tells you sternly,

“I know you don’t need to but wouldn’t it be nice?” You ask her and then your alarm goes off, startling you both. “I need to go home and get ready.” You say as you grab your phone and turn off the alarm. “I’ll see you at school.” You say and give her forehead a kiss before getting out of bed.

Melissa was brushing her hair after stepping out of the shower when she caught a glimpse of a certain ring on her left hand. She looks at the wedding ring that Joe gave her and she sighs before she takes it off.

“Maybe I could sell it and get some money.” She says as she goes in her room and places it on the nightstand. She pulls up in the parking lot of the school and she gets out and walks inside.

“Oh, Mrs. Schemmenti.” Janine calls out to her and Melissa sighs before turning in her direction.

“What do you want, pipsqueak?” She asks her.

“Well I was wondering if you had any tips on how to get a child more engaged in reading? I have this student who can read but she doesn’t like to and doesn’t try to be more engaged and-”

“Janine, I don’t need the whole story. Just start by finding a subject they’d like to read and also find out why she doesn’t like to read.” Melissa says before she continues to walk to the breakroom and Janine follows her.

“Ok, ya, I can do that. Thank you, Mrs. Schemmenti.” Janine tells her and Melissa looks at her.

“Also call me Ms. Schemmenti.” She tells her and Janine looks at her in shock.

“Oh, did you get divorced?”

“Not yet.” She says and goes into her purse to get her phone out.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Janine says and Melissa shrugs.

“I’m not sorry, unless it’s about the fact that I wasted 25 years on his sorry ass.” Melissa says and walks into the breakroom.

“Well if you need anything then you can let me know.” Janine tells her.

“Thanks for the offer, kid, but I don’t need any help.” Melissa says.

“Help with what?” You say from the coffee machine.

“Melissa is getting a divorce.” Janine tells you.

“And?” You say casually.

“You already know?”

“I do recall hearing something about it.” You say and Melissa is impressed at your responses.

“Melissa, aren't you at least upset that your marriage is ending?” Janine asks her and Melissa thinks about it for a second before shaking her head. “You said you were with him for 25 years, I mean Tariq and I haven’t been together that long but-” Janine starts explaining but you cover her mouth.

“No one needs to know about your love life.” You tell her and sit down beside Jacob.

Melissa starts at her whiteboard where it says ‘Mrs. Schemmenti’ at the top. She then erases the rs and puts an s after the M.

“There, that’s better.” She says.

“It does look better that way.” You tell her and she looks to see you standing at the doorway.

“You need a bell or something, I didn’t even hear you.” She tells you and you chuckle.

“Well I don’t make my presence known by wearing heels.” You tell her.

“Something you need?” She asks.

“Nope, just noticed that you took your wedding ring off and Janine was telling me that you told her to call you Ms instead of Mrs.” You say to her.

“And? What’s it to ya?”

“I’m just proud that you’re making these changes.” You tell her and then you go to leave.

“You helped me.” She says and you turn back around. “You talked about moving forward and realised that I don’t need the ring and the name as reminders.” She says and you smile and nod.

“Well, you’re welcome.” You say and then you go to your classroom.

You and Melissa are both outside your classrooms as you greet the students. You then see an adult walk up to Melissa as they drop the student off.

“You’re Mrs. Schemmenti?” They ask her.

“It’s Ms. Schemmenti, but yes.” She tells them. “Morning Layla.” She greets her student.

“I’m her aunt, just dropping her off and picking her up, she’s staying with me this week as her parents had to go out of town.” The woman says. “She talks about you a lot, saying how much you’re helping her with reading, even with her dyslexia.” She tells Melissa.

“Well she’s a bright kid, just needs a little help with something, that’s what I’m here for.” Melissa tells the woman and all her students are getting settled in the classroom. “She’s told me a lot about you but forgot to mention how beautiful you are.” She says and both you and Melissa look at her in shock before she walks away.

“Ms. Y/l/n.” A student calls out to you and snaps you out of all the thoughts going through your head.

“Yes?” You ask them and see Jordan there with a hand over his stomach.

“I don’t feel good.” They tell you.

Melissa is in shock about what the woman said to her and then she hears you yelp. She whips her head towards you and sees you looking in shock and a puddle of vomit on the ground.

“Sorry Ms. Y/l/n.” Jordan tells you.

“It’s ok Jordan, are you still not feeling well?” You ask him and he nods his head.

“Ok, I’ll bring you to the nurse.” You say and then look around. “Melissa, can you keep an eye on my class for 5 minutes?” You ask her and she nods her head before you take Jordan’s hand. “Also if you see Mr. Johnson, please tell him about this mess.” You say to her before you leave with your student.

You return a few minutes later and see Mr. Johnson at your doorway cleaning the puddle.

“Thanks Melissa.” You tell her as you see her in the middle of the hallway, watching both classes.

“Not a problem, hon.” She tells you and then she walks into her classroom.

After school that woman came back to pick up her niece and goes right up to Melissa.

“Hi, sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning, just didn’t expect you to be my type.” She tells Melissa and you look at them from across the hall.

“Oh, you didn’t, I just got into dating again and not used to compliments about my looks.” Melissa says with a smile.

“My name is Sheena.” She says as she extends a hand and Melissa shakes it.

“Melissa.”

“That’s a beautiful name.” Sheena says.

“Thank you.” Melissa tells her as a student walks up to her.

“Ms. Schemmenti, a kid from Ms. Y/l/n class pushed me.” The student tells her and she looks to see you helping a kid tying up his shoes.

“Oh no, you alright Jade?” She asks them. “Which kid?”

“That one.” She says and points to one of your students.

“Excuse me.” Melissa tells Sheena and walks over to you.

You stand back up after helping your student with his shoes and Melissa is there with a student.

“Ms. Schemmenti, something you need?” You ask her.

“Jade here just informed me that one of your students pushed her.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Oh no, was it Jake, that kid right there.” You say and point to Jake and Jade nods. “Oh, I’m sorry Jade, I’ll talk to him…again.” You say. “Jake, can you come over here for a minute.” You tell him.

“Yes?” Jake says.

“Did you push this girl?” You ask him and he looks at her and he shrugs.

“She was in the way.” Jake says.

“Jake, I’ve already talked with you about this, we don’t push people.” You tell him. “Can you apologise to her please?” You ask him and he turns to Jade.

“Sorry.” He says without sounding sorry.

“Thank you, now one more incident and I’ll have to talk to your parents.” You inform him and he walks away. You turn back around and see Melissa saying goodbye to Jade.

“Got a little troublemaker?” She asks you and you nod.

“I’ve already had to talk to his parents as he keeps interrupting the class. He’s showing signs of possible ADHD though so I’m trying to keep him engaged and give him pieces of paper to draw and fiddle with.” You tell her and she hums.

“Well, you’ll figure it out.” Melissa says and then goes back to her doorway and continues talking with Sheena. You sigh as you watch them talk and see Melissa laugh at whatever the woman said and then move your hands into fists and you feel your nails digging into your skin. “See you tomorrow Layla.” Melissa tells her student as Layla and Sheena leave. Once all the students leave, you grab your things and you’re able to leave while Melissa is busy grabbing her things.

Melissa gets her things and looks to see you gone and she looks in confusion as you always talk with her on the way to your cars or at least say goodbye. She gets to the parking lot and sees you in conversation with Barb and she decides to just leave.

“You don’t look too good, dear.” Barb tells you.

“I’m fine.” You tell her.

“Don’t you usually talk with Melissa as you go to your cars?” She asks you.

“I didn’t really feel like talking to her. Besides, she would probably rather talk with that aunt of one of her students than me.” You say, a bit bitter and Barb hums.

“You’re jealous.” Barb states, not a question at all.

“I’m not jealous, Melissa can flirt with whoever she wants.”

“But you don’t want her to flirt with anyone but you.” Barb says.

“She can do whatever she wants. Besides, it's just flirting, I don’t think it’ll go anywhere.” You tell her and then you say bye to her before you go to your car.

Barb gets home and Melissa is showing Gerald something on her phone.

“Do you think I should put that one?” Melissa asks him.

“Ya, it’s nice.” Gerald tells her.

“Oh Barb, what do you think of this photo?” Melissa asks her and shows Barb the photo.

“You look good. What do you need it for?” Barb asks her.

“For this dating app I downloaded.” Melissa says as she looks at her phone.

“You downloaded a dating app?”

“I downloaded a few. I asked a couple of my siblings some of the best ones to meet both men and women.” Melissa says. “They sent me a list. Had no idea there was so many now.”

“Your siblings know you’re divorced?”

“Just the youngest ones as they won’t tell Ma.” She says as she types out the bio. “What do people put in a bio?” Melissa asks. “Maybe I should ask Y/n.” Melissa says and Barb remembers your reaction to Melissa flirting and doesn’t want you to know Melissa is on dating apps.

“Oh I wouldn’t bother Y/n with this. Just be yourself, a little bit about yourself.” Barb tells her.

“Like what you’re looking for, any hobbies.” Gerald tells her and Melissa thinks about it before typing something in.

The next morning you step into the breakroom and you see Melissa showing something to Barb on her phone.

“Hi Y/n.” Janine says excitedly as you walk over to her, completely ignoring Melissa on the way, which does not escape Melissa.

She looks over at you with a confused expression as you always say hi to her. She can’t help but feel like you’re ignoring her for some reason, especially since you left yesterday without even a goodbye and you didn’t text her at all yesterday. Melissa tries to talk to you for most of the day but keeps getting interrupted and she can’t help but miss you.

“And she hasn’t spoken to you?” Barb asks her from the couch as Melissa is pacing back and forth.

“The last time she spoke to me was yesterday at lunch.” Melissa tells her.

“Do you have any idea why?” Barb asks her and Melissa shakes her head.

“No, I have no idea what happened or if I did something wrong. Like have I put too much on her? I mean she said she’s ok being my safety net but maybe she was just saying that.” Melissa starts rambling. “I don’t know what to do. Has she said something to you? I saw the two of you talking yesterday after school, what were you talking about?” She asks her and Barb doesn’t know what to say.

“You didn’t come up in conversation.” Barb settles with. She wants to tell Melissa but you told her not to say anything to her as you want Melissa to keep enjoying the new experiences in life.

“Hm, maybe I should call her and see if she wants to go out this weekend.” Melissa says and then she gets a notification on her phone. She sees that it’s a message from someone she’s talking with on one of the apps. She smiles as the man is asking her out this Saturday and Melissa agrees to meet at a coffee shop down the street. “Or maybe not, as I just got asked out for Saturday at a coffee shop.” Melissa tells Barb with a smile.

“Do these people know that you’re not looking for a relationship?” Barb asks her and Melissa nods.

“Yep, it’s right on my profile.” She says and Barb is conflicted.

She can see how happy Melissa is about having these new experiences but she feels bad that you’re getting hurt in the process. She also knows that if she told Melissa about what’s going on with you then Melissa will more than likely stop talking to all these people and put you first. She also knows that Melissa won’t know what to do as she’s not looking for a relationship but she doesn’t want to lose you in her life. But it seems as if you're shutting her out of your life even after promising Melissa that you would never do that.

“If she says anything to you, will you let me know?” Melissa asks Barb and Barb nods.

“Of course.”

You’re at home, sitting on your couch, pouring your second glass of wine. You fucked up again. You’ve done casual relationships before and only once did you catch feelings for someone and you ended up telling them and they wanted nothing to do with you after. You never should have done one with Melissa as you were already developing feelings for her. You thought Melissa would like the idea of a casual relationship and you could get the chance to kiss her and other things, but there’s one downside, you two aren’t exclusive. You’re both free to do anything with other people, and you’re aware that Melissa is really hot and can easily find other people to date or hook up with. You should have just stuck with being her friend instead of getting in this whole mess, or even you should have just kept your distance like she told you to do from the start.

The next morning Melissa is waiting in her car and then she sees you pull into the parking lot and she gets out. She walks right up to where you parked and corners you there.

“Why are you avoiding me?” She asks you and you turn around and see her there.

“Oh, h-hi Melissa.” You tell her and she crosses her arms.

“Why are you avoiding me?” She asks again and you sigh.

“I’ll tell you why but can it be after school?” You tell her and she furrows her eyebrows but agrees.

All day she’s thinking about what you could possibly say as there’s definitely something really wrong or else you would have already told her.

At the end of the day she meets you at your car and you come out and take a deep breath.

“So what’s going on?” She asks you and you look at her.

“I can’t do the casual dating anymore.” You say to her and she tilts her head.

“Ok, well that’s alright. A little disappointing but it’s no reason to avoid me for almost 3 days.” She tells you.” She tells you.

“There’s more, the real reason I’ve been avoiding you.” You say and take a deep breath and make sure not to look her in the eyes. “I don’t think I can be your safety net anymore, or even your friend.” You tell her and you hear her gasp.

“Why not?” She asks you.

“Because I’m not equipped to handle this. I’m 25 and just out of school to be a teacher. I’m a teacher, not a therapist or a parent to another teacher. I should have just listened to you and stayed away from you.” You tell her and you accidentally look at her eyes and see how they’re full of pain and it almost breaks you.

“I took a chance on being friends with you, you helped me see what kind of marriage I was in, you’ve been helping me through it since. And you’re just going to give that up? You’re going to leave me?” She asks you.

“You told me yourself that you’re good at blocking people out of your life, so this should be easy for you.” You tell her and then you get in your car and drive away.

Barb is comforting Melissa on the couch after Melissa came home with tears in her eyes and told her everything that happened with you.

“It’ll be alright, Y/n is probably just overwhelmed and needs a breather, but I’m sure she’ll come around.” Barb says and makes a mental note to give you hell.

“She doesn’t want me in her life, after she promised me that she would never go anywhere.” Melissa says through sobs.

“How about I go to the grocery store and get some things to help? Like ice cream and chocolates?” Barb offers and Melissa looks at her.

“I just want to be alone.” Melissa says and then goes upstairs to her room. Barb then goes out to her car and drives to your place.

“Barb, what are you doing here?” You ask her once you open the door.

“Is your roommate home?” She asks and you shake your head. “Good, we need to talk.” She tells you as she walks in and you close the door. “So Melissa came home very upset and told me what happened.” Barb tells you. “Want to tell me what’s going on?” She asks you.

“Not much to tell. I fucked up in the past and didn’t want to make the same mistake. I left before I got more attached and before they get a chance to hurt me.” You tell her.

“Dear, what are you talking about?” Barb asks you gently and you both sit on the couch.

“I’ve lost many people in my life, not from death but from other reasons. And it hurts me everytime. There’s a reason I moved to Philly where no one knows me here and why I only do casual dating.” You tell her. “I was getting too close to Melissa when I shouldn’t have and when I saw her flirting with that girl, I realised that I got feelings for someone and they can just as easily leave me when they no longer want me in their life. So I left.” You continue on. “But it’s okay because we’ve only known each other for like a month and I doubt Melissa is still upset. I mean she told me she’s cut her own sister out of her life so I bet she’s already moved on.” You say.

“The sister that she cut out, her name is Kristen Marie and she misses her everyday.” Barb tells you and you look at her. “Melissa wears a tough exterior but you’ve seen how vulnerable she can be. You may have only known each other for a month but you cutting her out devastated her. Maybe it’s a good thing this happened now and not when you were both more attached to each other, because Melissa is emotionally unavailable and you, my dear, are afraid of your own emotions.” Barb tells you and you take a breath. “I thought you’d be a good thing in her life but I guess I was wrong.” Barb adds and you have to admit that it stung.

“I’m sorry.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I understand that you’re afraid of people leaving you and I know Melissa is very good at kicking people out of her life, but she took a chance with you and you didn’t even tell her the truth for why you’re kicking her out of your life.” She tells you before she gets up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She tells you before she leaves.

The next morning Melissa goes into her classroom and sees something on her desk. She walks up to it and sees a note with a gift card for a candy store. She then picks up the note and reads it.

‘You won the bet, enjoy some candy!’

-Y/n

Melissa reads it over and over again. She knows what bet you’re talking about but can’t understand how she’s won already as you still teach here, and that’s when it hits her. She crosses the hall and storms into your classroom as you’re writing something on the board.

“You’re leaving Abbott?” She asks you and you whip your head at her.

“Yes, I’ve applied to other schools and I have my resignation ready to go as soon as I get accepted somewhere else.” You tell her and Melissa is shocked.

“I thought you liked working here so far.” She says.

“I do, but I can’t stay here.” You say to her.

“And why’s that?”

“Why do you care? I cut you out of my life, you should be pretending that I don’t exist.” You say, harsher than you intended.

“You can cut me out of your life but I can’t pretend that everything that happened between us didn’t happen.” She tells you. “Yes, I cut people out of my life but it doesn’t mean that I’m never upset about it. Did everything that happened between us mean nothing and that’s why it’s so easy to cut me out?” She asks you.

“Easy? You think it was easy for me?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“It was extremely difficult but I had to.” You slip out and then immediately realise your mistake.

“What do you mean you had to?” She asks as she steps closer to you.

“Forget it, forget I said anything.” You say and she walks forward and grabs your wrist and you snap your head at her.

“Please tell me, if you’re going to cut me out then fine, but tell me the truth about why. I deserve that.”

“I got scared ok.” You say and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “I have lost so many people in my life, friends and family. I’m scared of losing people so I keep my distance. I mean I moved to Philly to have a fresh start as no one knows me here. I currently have no friends and I only do casual and hookups. I’ve never had a relationship before because I choose not to. I cut you out because we got too close for my liking, and when I get close to someone they always leave me so I’m the one who leaves now, to protect myself. I’m sorry, I thought that maybe I could let you in, all those things about staying with you, I meant them cause I thought that I should keep myself open to the possibility of a friend but I got scared.” You explain to her and she takes a deep breath.

“So you leave because you’re scared of being left?” She asks.

“I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense but ya. And also I developed feelings for you, real feelings. The last time that happened, I was casually dating them, I told them and they told me to get lost. I realised it when I saw you flirting with that aunt, how easy it can be to lose you, especially when you’re known for cutting people out of your life. And made me realise how meaningless our casual thing was, well at least meaningless for you.” You tell her.

“It wasn’t meaningless for me. I enjoyed every moment I got with you. It might have just been for a month but it’s been one of the best months of my life. I understand the fear of losing people, and trying to move forward but you’re scared. So I’m going to say something that a good friend told me. You move forward because you want to. Setbacks will happen but they only stop you from living if you let them.” She tells you and you let out an airy chuckle.

“Using my words against me?” You ask her and she nods.

“You can’t say no to yourself. But what you said is true. Listen, if you want me out of your life then it’ll be hard but I’ll stay away from you, but if you want to take a chance and move forward then I’d be happy to continue having you in my life, in whatever form that may be.” She says to you.

“You’d still want me even though I’ve told you to get lost?” You ask her.

“You’ve helped me so much, think of it as returning the favour. Also we’re more alike than I thought, we’re both excellent at cutting people out of our lives. But for me, you’re someone that I don’t want to cut out.” She tells you with a smile. “You don’t have to decide right now, but think about it.” She tells you before she goes to her classroom.

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[otomiyaa]

Die with a Smile

Ekko x Jinx

A/N: Postponed this one long enough but it's done!!

Summary: Although he has a long way to go, Ekko is taking baby steps to getting closer to Jinx, and more importantly, to making her happy again. Baby steps are better than no steps at all. (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Mentions of suicide

Word Count: 1.7K

It wasn't going to be the same. It never would be.

War had left its nasty marks all over Piltover. Benzo was gone. Vander was gone. And so was Silco. The bar they were supposed to be running, the way Ekko saw it, was nothing but a dark, rotten place.

Looking back at his experience in the alternate timeline, it had been nothing but a wild dream. But the fact that his current timeline wasn't as much as the fairy tale it could have been, didn't mean it was a bad one.

War was over. Vi was alive. And Jinx was... waiting for him.

"Took you long enough. Busy doing your makeup?" she asked sarcastically with a cute smile on her face. Ekko had asked her to visit the spot together where... His chest fluttered. Where he had kissed Powder, once upon a time, in another universe.

"I thought we agreed to meet down there and walk together," Ekko argued, unable to hold back his own grin. He had been horrified when Jinx wasn't at the place where they promised to meet up. But coming up by himself, he was relieved to find her here, waiting for him.

"Do I ever listen?" Jinx said proudly. Ekko rolled his eyes.

"Joke's on you, I almost went home."

"Bad joke then. 'Almost' doesn't count. You're here now, right? That counts."

Jinx flashed him a smile that made Ekko tingle. He enjoyed to see her be her goofy self. She wasn't Powder, but sometimes he saw a glimpse. She wasn't the sad Jinx he encountered when she tried to die alone, and unfortunately, Ekko thought he saw glimpses of her too. The Jinx who wanted to leave this world and thought they were better off without her.

Even though they were at peace, and her relationship with Vi was restoring, as well as her bond with Ekko which was growing stronger, Ekko was certain that the thought crossed her mind sometimes. He could see it in her eyes. She preferred to die. Selfish enough, Ekko didn't. He did not want her to die. He did not want to lose her. Not again...

"So, what's next?" Jinx asked, her voice teasy and cocky, yet curious. Ekko shook his head fondly.

"We sit."

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh." He could see she was looking for a snarky comeback, but there was none. They sat together and enjoyed the view. She nodded slowly.

"It's nice," she said. Ekko sighed softly and nodded as well.

"Right?" He had wanted to come here with Jinx for a while now, but their relationship was still developing slowly. But now being here, it surely did not disappoint.

While Jinx continued to stare forward, Ekko glanced at her hands that were folded in her lap, in a bit of an awkward position. Heh, feeling shy Jinx? Ekko wanted to tease her but he still felt a little shy himself.

Their relationship that had gone from childhood friends to enemies to friends to almost lovers had been quite the ride, and if it weren't for his experience with Powder in the other timeline, he might've still been oblivious of his blossoming romantic feelings towards her. A thought he hated ー it took him an unnatural out-of-this-world experience to be reminded of how much he wanted to save Jinx. How much he wanted to be with her.

"Spill it boy." Of course she noticed he was staring at her, and Ekko coughed in surprise.

"No, nothing. I mean... Uh... I was just wondering...." Ekko paused and swallowed.

I was just wondering... How you are doing. If maybe deep down you hate me for stopping you that day. If you still wish to die. What I could do to make you want to live again. What I could do to make you really smile, or even laugh again.

"If you're still ticklish."

Jinx blinked. Ekko did too. Well that was not really what he was wondering. Surely it could answer the last question he thought of, but he was surprised his mouth spoke these words of all things he could come up with to mask the much darker questions he had in mind.

"What?" Jinx asked. Ekko felt lame to never-mind it now, so he smirked as if this had been his plan all along.

"Don't you remember? I beat you in tickle fights all the time."

Jinx let out a spontaneous laugh. Cute... "No you didn't," she said. Ekko shrugged.

"I'm sure I did." He didn't even reach for her, but he could see she was getting giggly and squirmy, just from the memory.

"Are you challenging me now?" Jinx asked.

Ekko shrugged again. "No, I was just asking." He turned to face her better and he smirked when she flinched.

"Unless you want me to tickle you, of course."

Jinx gasped in surprise and all of a sudden pounced on him. Before Ekko could react, she pinned him down and straddled him.

"Bold move," Ekko said, and he thought he was the bold one for stepping out of his earlier inner fear-zone to tease Jinx like he wanted. To flirt with her.

"To answer your question: I don't know if I'm still ticklish. But I know that you are."

Bluff, Ekko wanted to say. They hadn't had tickle fights since they were kids. But she knew now. Jinx reached for his side and squeezed. He was unable to hold back his laugh, and she smirked.

"See?" So smug and proud. Ekko would've responded if he wasn't giggling like a loser.

"Okahahay! I gehehet it," he giggled uncontrollably and he tried to catch her hands to make her stop.

Jinx shook her head. "I don't think you do. You don't get it. You ask me if I'm ticklish, so I tickle you first. And I won't stop, Little Man."

Ekko blushed and gasped when she clawed at that awfully ticklish spot between his ribs. He had always known he was ticklish from when he, Vi and Powder used to tickle each other when they were children, or when Benzo would tickle him, and even alternate timeline Powder had managed to make him laugh a few times in the time they spent together. But despite all these experiences, he had no idea he could be this ticklish.

Having Jinx as his attacker was really something else.

"Jihinx! I sahahaid I gehehet it! You cahahan stohohop now!" he laughed, feeling the tiniest bit of panic rise when it tickled a lot and he feared she might think he was a loser for getting this weak and out of control.

"Did you now? And I said I won't stop. Does it tickle that much?" she teased. Her wandering fingers found their way under Ekko's arms, and he tried to clamp them down to no avail. He jerked heavily and threw his head back.

"NAHh! Ahahalright mehehercy!"

"Nah."

Jinx was right, he started it. For some reason the are-you-ticklish question had been the first thing he blurted out when he tried to not confront her with the heavy stuff. But to think it resulted in this. If Ekko would've told himself he'd get tickled to death today by Jinx, he wouldn't have believed it.

"Ahhhahaha Jinx hehe! I'll d-diehehehe!" Ekko howled. Jinx rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile.

"A little dramatic aren't we?" She dug her thumbs into Ekko's underarms and he spasmed and shrieked in the most humiliating way.

"Plehehease! S-stohohop!"

Ekko tried to make eye contact but it was a little hard. He was laughing too much. Jinx was strong, and he wasn't necessarily a weak one, but he was when the sensations of tickling overpowered him like this.

He caught Jinx staring at him. The look in her eyes was soft and warm, and he sensed some emotion and lingering feelings as she moved closer as if she was going to...

"HA!" Ekko managed to flip her under him in a quick movement. If she was going to kiss him, he had officially ruined it. But something told him she wouldn't have done it. Besides, he saw the opening and he got it.

Jinx appeared a little caught off-guard as she stared up at him, but soon her smirk was back.

"You'll tickle me back now? Nice."

Ekko raised his eyebrows. "I'll die with a smile at least," she said. He noted the teasy tone in her voice, but also the soft flicker of sadness in her eyes and... He swallowed and instead of tickling her, he crashed down on top of her in a suffocating hug.

Her joking words stung Ekko more than they should've, and as his body still recovered from her merciless tickle attack, Ekko held her tightly.

"That doesn't tickle...." Jinx mumbled, but she didn't shove him off her. Ekko only tightened the embrace.

"No... You win today. Let's... Let's come here again, another time," Ekko said.

Jinx hummed. "You'll tickle me then?" The way she asked it made him want to tickle her right now, but...

"Yeah. I might tickle you then. I still want to win."

As much as he wanted to tickle her, he also wanted to give her reasons to stay. Anything. Even if they were just excuses like this. Promises of future tickle fights, for real?

Jinx relaxed in his arms and patted his back. "You disappoint me," she said, but her tone was still teasy and playful. She placed her hands on Ekko's back, returning the hug.

"But... lost your chance boy."

All of a sudden her fingers curled and she wiggled them down Ekko's back. Tickled like hell.

"GAHhh!" He arched his back and yelped, but Jinx continued to tickle him, scribbling at his ticklish lower back, sliding a finger up and down his spine, and sometimes clawing and squeezing at his exposed sides and ribs.

"Jihihinx nohoho!" Ekko cried, but he couldn't help but embrace the feeling of her tickling him to death all over him again.

If someone was to die with a smile, figuratively, it was going to be him. And he would like to hold on to his words from earlier. Next time he was definitely going to tickle Jinx and pay her back for this!

[jackwolfes]

@febuwhump day 22: "grab the little one" Wylan & Plumje | Six of Crows | TW: Past Abuse febuwhump masterlist

It’s a nice house, Wylan supposes. The corners are free of cobwebs and the furniture, while not exactly to Wylan’s tastes, is nice enough. He’s been sleeping on that bed for the better part of a day now and is decently satisfied with how comfortable it is. There’s an en-suite bathroom and a window, too, which opens out to let in fresh air alongside its passable view of the Kerch countryside. 

All told, there are much worse places one could spend when one has been kidnapped. 

Wylan really just wishes that he wasn’t locked in a room with his five year old sister.

“I’m bored.”

It takes all of Wylan’s effort not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

She’s only five, he tells himself, it isn’t her fault we’re in this mess. 

And even if it was Plumje’s fault that they have been kidnapped, Wylan can hardly hold that against her. No, this is the administrative cock-up of half-rate criminals who have not seemed to realise that their father will not be paying anyone for his children’s ransom. 

Wylan takes a breath and puts on a smile that feels more chipper than he has the energy to maintain. “Why don’t we play another game?” 

Plumje looks at him warily, not seeming very chipper either. “I don't want to. I want to go home.” 

“We’ll be home soon. Why don’t we pretend to be princesses again?” 

“How do you know we'll be home soon?” 

Wylan manages not to roll his eyes. “Because Jesper is going to come to get us.” He hopes so, at least. “You remember Jesper, don’t you? He made you that doll. The green one.” 

Plumje's brow creases. “Is Jesper your best friend?”

“I… suppose so.”

“Mummy says that Mister Adem is her best friend.” 

Wylan bites his bottom lip, fighting against every urge he has to burst into laughter. “Is he?” 

“Yes. I like Mister Adem, he brings me dolls too. They aren't green, though.”  

“I'm sure Jesper would make you—” 

But before he can muse about what type of toy Jesper might attempt to make, the door to their room opens. 

Plumje perks up with childish naivety. Wylan’s hand clenches into a fist, heart beginning to kick in his chest. 

At the door a man leers, dressed not in Barrel flash but the unwelcome black of a mercher’s henchman. Saints only know whose, or what they want with their hostages, but Wylan doesn’t trust the lecherous smile on his face. 

Quite right not too, it seems, when the man says, “Boss told me to grab the little one.” 

The words don't register in Wylan's head at first; he simply isn’t used to having to look out for people who can't take care of themselves. That is why he braces for hands on his body when the man approaches, and why he is caught so off guard when their captor goes for his little sister. 

Plumje lets out the most ungodly loud scream Wylan has ever heard in his life. 

The man who grabbed her startles — Wylan might have done the same thing, once, but two years with her mother's singing and a habit for bomb making has steeled his nerves plenty. 

The past two years have also been spent at the side of a man with absolutely no impulse control, which is to say that Wylan thinks of Jesper’s rash recklessness and little else when he decides to throw himself at his sister's captor. 

The three of them go down in a heap. Plumje screams again, somehow even louder. There's a thud of fists, and the familiar wail of a battered child, and Wylan sees red. 

He doesn't think. It is like watching a moving painting through glass, and after it all Wylan won't really be able to put words to what he does next. 

Truthfully, he's still thinking about Jesper. It's hard not to think of Jesper when there's a gun in the mix. 

But chaos is rife and gives Wylan an opportunity. He grabs the man’s gun from his holster, cocks it, aims, and shoots him in the head. 

The sound reverberates through the room, shattering glass. Against the plush furnishings and expensive curtains, it feels odd and unwelcome. 

For a very long moment, the ringing in his ears does not subside, but when it does Wylan registers the sound of sobbing. 

The gun slides free from his fingers and hits the stone floor with a clunk. It's hardly safe, but his one and only priority now is Plumje. 

She throws herself into his arms before he can even sit up properly. Without thinking Wylan wraps his arms around her frame, pulling her into himself.

“It's okay,” he says, muffling the words into her curly blonde hair. “You're fine, see? And I am too. It was a loud noise, but it's over now.” 

Plumje weeps loudly into his chest, small fists clinging tightly onto the torn fabric of his shirt. Wylan can't imagine she'll let go any time soon, but the thought of forcing her to makes his chest ache. 

He used to grip his mother's skirts when he was just a boy, tighter than ever when a new tutor came to teach him. Fear, locked into a white-knuckled grip. Had he tried that with his father's coattails he'd have likely have his fingers broken, but he never dared. 

Wylan kisses the top of Plumje’s head, hugging her tighter against his chest. 

Still crying, Plumje allows herself to be lifted into the air without complaint. Wylan keeps his hand on the back of Plumje head to make sure she doesn't see any more blood than she already has. He pauses only to liberate the gun he dropped earlier and tuck it into his trousers, then   carefully toes open the door to their room. 

“I thought you said Jesper was going to come get us,” Plumje mumbles, words barely intelligible through snot and tears. 

“Well, sometimes plans change. Now let's play the quiet game, hm?” 

“Mummy doesn't play that one very much. She isn't very good at it.” 

“No,” Wylan sighs, “Jesper isn't either.”

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Hey, welcome. I love to hear other people's headcanons about my husband (obiwan). And I also leave a request if you are open ofc 🫶🏻

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assorted obi-wan headcanons a/n thanks for the req! i have a ton of random hcs for obi-wan & they're so fun to actually write down lmao. hope you're having a nice day (..◜ᴗ◝..) tags gender neutral reader. sfw & nsfw (at the end). alcohol mentioned.

silly/random

vegetarian although he rarely has the time to cook for himself. i don't see him as the holier-than-thou type, just never liked meats. probably the texture?

a few years after the battle on mustafar he buzzed his hair again (lmao) but ended up hating it & wore a hood until it was mullet-length.

his living area in coruscant is completely devoid of personality to discourage lingering. literally the most basic furniture and plain, dark walls. unscented everything. sterile like a fancy hotel room.

never listens to music and will not give you his opinion on a song even if your life depended on it.

very modest with alcohol. only got super drunk once in his life (padawan years) and tried to irritate everyone around him. now, he has such amazing self control & hardly anyone can tell if he's been drinking. to make matters worse, he's not a social drinker. visits the corner of a bar on special occasions. you learned to ask if he's 'had a few' if he's acting sassier than usual.

when alone, he sleeps flat on his back with one arm folded over his chest. only one pillow needed.

this man hates fizzy drinks for some reason.

when the weather is cold, his nose area and lips get really dry. probably keeps one of those mini moisturizing balms on-hand and doesn't care if people think he looks weird with it smeared on.

romantic

obi-wan's body is a furnace. i don't make the rules. always so warm and cuddly. dizzy and feverish. if you're laying with him, nine times out of ten you'll have to cool off at some point.

while we're on the topic— he cuddles you in his sleep. always murmuring your name and tightening his grip on your waist.

whatever your hair care routine is, no matter what hair type you've got, he learned it and will offer to wash / braid / cut / dye / oil it for you. every. single. time. have you seen his hair? he knows what he's doing.

initiates hand-holding mostly by putting his hand on top of yours and waiting for you to lace them together.

in his younger years, he was a shameless flirt / womanizer as an act of rebellion against the 'rules,' but post-tpm era, he's a lot more serious about it (though some witty moments come through after he feels comfy). more interested in inviting you over for tea because you're out of teabags, or offering to clean / fix things for you. things you can almost brush off as friendliness.

yes, i'm dropping hints that his (giving) love language is acts of service.

loves having his back scratched, though he refuses to ask for it. he has no idea that it's a common relaxing gesture— thinks it's some quirk of yours that you sometimes do while zoned out. stays completely still so you forget to stop.

mild nsfw

this man does not wear any sort of undergarments. sorry. this isn't even something i care about yet i feel it so strongly for him. he's constantly wearing so many layers of soft, loose-fitting linen that he simply doesn't need to.

would never sleep naked, though. he finds that inappropriate and has a ton of robes / loungewear.

will carry you around (and carry you to bed) no matter the occasion. possibly my favorite thing about obi-wan is that he doesn't have a concept of the performative aspect of romance nowadays; he won't pick you up because he wants to make you feel small or protected or something to boost his own ego. he wants to get you where he wants (needs) you as fast as possible while remaining his sensual, old-fashioned self.

super loud. this is barely even a headcanon. he's got a range of grunts & high, breathy, open-mouthed moans. i need him.

i don't see him being stereotypically 'dominant' (he's not the type to care about rigid labels or expectations and is quite the gentleman) but once in a while when he's in those sarcastic moods where he wants to annoy you a bit, this will translate into the bedroom.

still gets shy / timid when you step out of the bath or shower in a robe or get dressed in front of him.

hardly ever tells you directly that he's turned on. you can tell by the way he kisses you or how pink his cheeks are. it works.

see above when i talked abt his love language— he is not above using acts of service to get in your pants. he offers to do other things for you once he's got you happy and taken care of. i said what i said.

[vice-like]

everytime someone asks supergiant to "tone down the grinding" in hades 2 an angel loses its wings

[courtillyy]

tonight someone was insisting that jungkook is gay. And if anyone tried to argue that maybe she shouldn’t say it with such certainty she just got more pissed off and smug. I know I’m literally running a rpf tournament rn but it took my entire sense of self restraint to not go off on her

[cerbreus]

starting to feel a bit better 👍 thanks for the notes and messages