#first time i'll be using 'clothed top naked bottom' if that's even a tag

[possamble]

jesus im backed up on work

[essentiallyleaf]

Ya know what , I'll give you an idea

As a commercial pilot how bout a kink "plane sex"

And pls write Rosé with this kink

day 15. body worship. with. rosé.

1268 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, body worship, lots of kissing and licking, feet stuff, abs stuff, oral sex, fingering, squirting, minor plane stuff, the dialogue just goes places idk, hold onto your suspension of disbelief for dear life, blasphemy(?).

notes.

this is barely even related to the ask, isn’t it? sorry, icyphilosopher, i really am (thank you so much for the inspiration though). well, my excuse is i watched Queen & Slim (it was alright, the soundtrack might be the best part. that and Daniel Kaluuya) and felt like crime today.

The private jet has barely taken off when Rosé starts taking her clothes off, starting from the black heels, then proceeding with the black cropped blazer, the high-waisted black shorts, along with the belt and the chains attached to them, the polka dot black shirt, and finishing with the black stockings and her black underwear. She puts them all in a black trash bag and throws herself on the beige leather sofa face first, completely naked.

“Fuck this ‘No fires on the plane’ rule.” She complains into the beige pillow.

“I mean, if you want to burn them now and cause a fire, making the jet collapse on itself and getting us buried on the bottom of the northern Pacific, go ahead.” You reply nonchalantly as you take a sip of vodka while sitting cross-legged on one of the beige armchairs.

“Honestly, compared to the prospect of a ten-hour flight with you, that doesn’t even sound that bad”

It’s Rosé’s habit to burn clothes, phones, cars, (people,) anything that can be linked to her in a meaningful way, after every job. This time it was a fairly straightforward drug trade with this Yakuza syndicate in Osaka: give the talcum powder, take the money, go home. The road was somewhat bumpy and a couple heads had to pop, but what can you do. Oh, and the getting naked in front of you part, that was a thing way before you two started fucking.

You stand up from your seat and duck next to the couch as she turns her head towards you. Start caressing her smooth, long blonde hair as you admire her graceful features. How could such a cold, brutal criminal look so angelic?

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Leave no trace.” She recites her mantra matter-of-factly.

“You think someone’s on our trail?”

You lay on top of her and start kissing her shoulders, from the left, then move her hair to kiss her neck, to the right, and back a couple times.

“Someone’s always on your trail.” Your kisses start heading down her back, each a little wetter than the previous. “You know how it always ends with people like us, right?”

You think you hear Rosé’s voice break for a split second, but you could be wrong. Place your hands on her shoulders and start slowly making little circles with your thumbs as you keep traveling down.

“We get greedy and scared and die sad and alone?”

“We always trust one person too many”

As your trail of kisses gets to her lower back, right above the curve of her ass, you flip her body around. Bend her legs on her chest, then start massaging each foot with one of your hands, going from the middle of her soles, to her heels, to the balls of her feet, untangling her muscle fibers all the way through. You hear her humming in the meantime.

“So? Would you stop living your life for that?”

“I would try my best not to end my life because of that.” You bring her feet to your mouth and start pecking her toes, then travel down the inside of her feet and up again kissing her soles. “Plus, it gives me a sense of peace, of liberation”

“Ashes to ashes?”

“In that analogy, I would be… God?”

Take a long lick from her heel to the ball of her foot, ending by wrapping your lips around her big toe and licking all around it.

“Do you feel like one?”

“I don’t think God sees himself like we see him” She moves her other foot towards your mouth to signal you to switch, which you do, as your hands reach towards her small breasts and start softly playing with her rosy nipples. “Powerful men need people to adore them to feel immortal. Immortals don’t need our attention to be powerful”

“You think God is a woman?”

“I think God is a depressed fuck.”

You let out a chuckle. Then lower her knees again and place yourself between them to start kissing and licking her wonderful, sculpted abs. Your right hand almost instinctively starts lightly rubbing her already wet outer lips, your left grabbing her plump asscheek.

“What a short couple billion years alone in the button room could do to ya”

“But honestly, working on the wrong side of the law… I think it’s hard not to feel like one” She starts panting a little in between words.

“Ego?” Your mouth slowly travels down her lower stomach while your fingers play with her nub.

“Just, pure facts. I could kill a man that crosses my path at any time, and I have. Mmmmh. We just, own their lives. The decision to let them live on, or to end them, right then and there. It’s all ours. Yeahh- How do you not feel all-powerful when you have that?”

It becomes hard for her to complete a sentence without any moans in between.

“Does it matter?”

“W-What?”

Rosé’s focus is probably directed away from the conversation, and towards the feeling of your fingers opening her lips wide and your tongue taking one long lick from the bottom of her slit up to her sensitive clit.

“I don’t know them. Are decisions over the lives of people you don’t care about even worth making?”

You take several shorter licks around her slit, side to side, up and down, once in a while penetrating her hole slightly.

“What do y-youh care about?”

As her moans become longer and more frequent, her sentences become simpler and shorter.

“Right now, taking my money home”

Your tongue digs deep into her pussy, you try to reach every corner and crevice of her heat with it, and her whimpers tell you you’re doing a pretty good job at it.

“And th-en, what?”

Your mouth detaches from her right as she sounds like she’s going to give in. You get on your knees and pause for a second, looking at the empty floor of the plane. 

“...I don’t know, a legacy?”

“Villains have no legacy, they only leave bloody paper and hate behind them”

You get back down to face her, staring right down Rosé’s deep brown orbs. Your fingers return to her lower lips, and two of them make their way into her slippery walls, drawing a loud groan off of her. You start pumping in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.

“Love. I want someone to come back home to, to be there, waiting for me, to heal my wounds.” She’s now moaning right in your face, her pitch getting higher and higher, signaling her impending high, but her eyes are wide open and locked on yours. “To be able to spend time with, in silence, without it feeling awkward, not needing to worry about the future, just looking at her in the eyes, and, being in love.”

A few final pumps and Rosé starts repeatedly contracting around you, a stream of unholy water covering your entire hand and wrist in a profane coating, only a deep, tongue-filled kiss muting her screams as she finally can’t keep her eyes open anymore. You close yours with her as her arms wrap around your neck. The kiss lasts far longer than the already lengthy while she takes to recover from her strong orgasm. As both of you stare into each other’s pupils again, you’re the first to talk.

“How do you know when you’ve found what you’re looking for?”

“I don’t know. I think I’ll start from, looking at the junk I’ve collected on my way, before burning it”

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footnotes.

god is a journey. progressively, leaf.

[heresathreebee]

French Lace and Silk Stockings

[1950s AU Colonel Rick Flag X Female Reader]

Summary: You find some unworn lingerie and try it on | Masterlist

Tag(s): 18+ | 2k words | takes place between 1950-1959 (interracial marriage was illegal until 1967 in the US, this has not changed in the story), lingerie, established relationship, po orn without plot, oral sex (female receiving), clothed sex.

AN: unedited/ no beta. Happy first day of black history month MUTHAFUCKAS 🖤

Your husband bought it for you during your second year of marriage. It was an anniversary present– one that made both of your faces warm– and since then it lay at the bottom of your bureau drawer, clean and untouched. 

You were cleaning out old clothes when you uncovered it. You run your fingers over the intricate lace and wonder how it would feel on your skin. 

You had never worn anything else with more than a tiny trim of lace before, and certainly nothing made of silk fabric. You had time... before Rick would come home to try it on, feel it, then throw it out with the rest of the old clothes. 

After placing a call to your friend to reschedule lunch, you close all of the windows in your apartment and draw the blinds before returning to your shared bedroom. Your heart pounds with anticipation as you strip down, feeling a strange tingle in your thighs as you try to stay standing. 

You glance at your naked body in the mirror and can't help but cover yourself. Is this what your husband sees when he looks at you? He always seems so enamored, so bewitched, so taken by your physical form that as blasphemous as it may seem, it makes you feel divine. 

The silk is cool on your heated skin as you pull the underwear up your legs. The garter belt is wide but fitted and lightly boned like a corset. The cups of the bra fit surprisingly well, so much so that you wonder what lucky girl had the pleasure of watching Rick's ears turn red trying to explain the size and shape of your breasts. You chuckle to yourself as you buckle the top of your stockings to the hanging garter clips. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and gasp. "Oh wow…" 

You turn around, slowly, watching how the fabric hugs and accentuates your figure, the color of apricot glowing against your skin. It takes your breath away. You find the silk has warmed fast against your body as this breathable fabric catches the light and seems to glisten. 

"Maybe…" you bite your lip, "maybe I'll wear it a little longer…" 

You end up unknowingly missing your late lunch date and keep finding tiny things to clean around the house. Anything to keep you inside, shielded from the eyes of onlookers and free to wear your comfortable and coquettish undergarments. If only your husband could see you now. 

He can. See you, that is. In fact, the sight of it is so shocking that his briefcase slips through his fingers and clatters to the floor, startling you out of your wool gathering. He hasn't even had the time to remove his hat and coat yet, just staring at you with an open mouth and wide eyes. 

"Oh dear," you press your hand over your heart, "I'm so embarrassed… I…" 

You look at the clock in the kitchen. "I hadn't the faintest idea you'd be home, I must have lost track of time or I'd be dressed properly..." 

"Why are you wearing that?" His voice is dark and he's standing as rigid as stone. 

You try not to feel intimidated as you answer. "Well, I-I found it with some old clothes and I never wore it, so I thought I would try it on… honestly, I was going to wear something over it…" 

Your gaze is glued to the floor as you chew on a finger. The tips of Rick's recently scuffed shoes enter the edge of your vision and he uses a finger to gently lift your chin. When you look at his face, his pupils are blown wide and his body holds the same intensity you feel before he usually makes love to you… 

"I didn't know it would look like this," he whispered. "The girl who sold it to me wanted to sell me a 'nude' color, but this? This looks so much better." 

"You must have left out some very important information about me," you chuckled, running a hand down his forearm and feeling the hair there stand on end. He shed his coat which lay on the floor but you ignored it for now. 

"Nothing she didn't need to know about." You know he hates the way people react when they find out about the two of you. They tended to be friendlier when they assumed certain 'traits.' "Is it comfortable?" 

You hum affirmatively. "Do you want to touch it?" 

You watch his Adam's apple bob and he nods his head minutely. You let him smooth his hand down the column of your neck, fingers leaving a warm, tingling feeling as they skim over your collarbone. They slip right over the decorative bow tying your cups together and down to smooth over the silk slip covering your belly and hips. 

His hand feels warm like a wood fire in winter, caressing your body with a patience that seems juxtaposed by the dark lust he harbors behind his gaze. 

"Sweet girl," he mutters as he fingers the hem of your slip and dips under to run a finger over the garter. "So very pretty…" 

Your heart is pounding in your ears. You want to ask him about the new cut on his brow but you are distracted by your need for him taking over you. Instead, you let your hands wander up his suspenders, tugging on them lightly and watching him shrug out of them for you. The anticipation of more is driving you to salivate almost uncontrollably. 

"Aren't you going to kiss your wife?" You didn't mean for it to sound so commanding, but Rick takes no offense as his lip curls upward in the corner and he leans down to plant a chaste kiss upon your lips. 

"Is that what you wanted, darlin'?," he growls against your lips. 

It makes you beyond impatient but you tamp it down and try to match his painfully sluggish pace for no other reason than to make him as mad as he makes you. What you do do is close the gap between you, wrap your arms around his waist and give him a hug, sighing pleasantly and smirking as you feel him tense up suddenly. 

"I've missed you so much, sugar," you raise your head and plant your chin on his chest. "Do you get to stay for the rest of the night?" 

Rick's jaw tightens to the point of grinding his teeth. They couldn't drag me back to that office if they tried, he thought as he lost himself in the sight of your needy little face and scantily clothed body. But he answers quite simply with, "yes dear, I can stay." 

You light up like the summer sun after a rainfall. Rick does not resist following when you take one step backwards, then two. You chat innocently all the way to the bedroom as you pull him along, pointedly ignoring the prod of a certain male appendage pressing into your stomach. Rick plucks a downy feather from your hair and carefully maneuvers you around furniture and through doorways until the back of your calves touch the edge of the bed. 

"Let's just…" you flick his hat and he lets it tumble to the floor. "There, that's better." 

Rick leans down for a kiss, taking you in deeper than before. He wraps his arms around your shoulders to hold you close and draws the scent of your perfume in until he's drunk on it. 

You moan into his mouth as he rolls his hips and rubs his clothed erection against you. He must be aching by now, a product of his own time management and teasing. He parts from the kiss for a moment and trails a finger delicately over your jawline. 

"Lay down, darlin'," he whispers. 

Your body obeys before your mind processes his words. You bounce a little on the springs and suddenly feel naked beneath his wandering gaze. Everywhere his eyes glance is like it's own touch, igniting your skin with a burn so hot that it feels cold, too. 

"Touch your wife, Colonel," you gasp. 

His eyes flick to your face and there's a dangerous darkness to them suddenly. It's all you can do not to squirm cowardly beneath his intense gaze as he gently parts your thighs to stand between them. 

"Yes ma'am." His voice is teasing, and so is the warm breath you feel ghost over your clothed sex. "Smell so good, darlin'." 

Your face heats to a molten degree and hands fist the sheets as his aquiline nose brushes over your mound. His tongue is not far behind and presses against that lovely little pearl that makes you see stars. 

You gasp as you feel one of his sturdy fingers (you just know it's the one with his wedding band) rub against the damp patch of your unmentionables before he pulls away and gently discards them. Rick kisses his way back up your stocking covered leg before tossing both of them over his shoulders. 

"So soft," he mutters between your legs and you are unsure if he means your stockings or you. 

"Ricky, you don't have to," you pant and whine, "need you up here, sugar, all over me… please…" 

His tongue goes right back to your sensitive pearl, this time without a barrier. "Love it when you beg for me, dear," he purrs. 

It's taken all your control not to tug on his hair, now a darker blond as perspiration gathers to slicken it. You do thread your fingers through it and hold on as your husband laves at your entrance, interrupting long, deep strokes of his tongue with open mouthed kisses. 

He penetrates you with his long, pink tongue and hums, causing you to jerk unexpectedly. At the sudden tug of his hair, his groan deepens and acts as a switch. His touch alters from exploratory to militial and greedy in an instant, as if seeking out his own pleasure by pleasuring you. 

You pant, voice rising as he plunges two experienced fingers inside you and his mouth works over your pearl. "Ricky, dear… oh Rick…" 

You are vaguely aware of the hand anchoring your hips to the bed disappearing but you're so lost in the active sensations of Rick trying to eat you alive that you are completely unaware of him squeezing himself through his tented trousers. He groans against your clit and it's the last straw as you are pushed from the edge of pleasure into pure, blinding bliss. 

Your thighs clamp down around his neck and draw him closer. As your back arches, Rick smiles to himself as you attempt to ride his face for more. He rubs himself through his pants faster and just as your hips stop rolling against his chin, his eyes roll backwards and you both sigh as he comes in his pants. 

You feel light headed, almost giddy with dizziness to the point where you giggle as your husband gets up from his knees to lay beside you. You reach for the button of his pants only to find a dark, wet patch down his pant leg. Rick looks sheepish, his ears turning slightly pink as your eyes widen in disbelief. 

Your shocked face softens and you tug him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. "You make me crazy, sugar." 

He threads his fingers in your searching hand and kisses the back of your hand. His hair is falling into his eyes. He said only:

"the things you do to me…" 

"Not as crazy as you make me," he replies with a loving smirk. 

@phoenixhalliwell

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

© @capsgrantrogers

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 7*

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

I swear you guys I never know where these are gonna go, and then a plot just starts coming out itself. It's...starting to get dark, I won't lie to you. But not like-- super dark, no assault or anything. Just be wary reading this chapter, kay? Especially if you have any addiction issues.

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A few hours later Rafael’s alarm went off, causing you to groan and pull a pillow over your head.

“It’s Saturday,” You whined. “Why do you have an alarm set on a Saturday?!”

“Lo siento, amante,” He leaned over and turned it off, then pulled you closer into him as he nuzzled your neck. “I have to go in today,”

“On a Saturday?!” You repeated yourself.

“It’s what grown ups do, carino,” He chuckled, to which you promptly turned to face him.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You frowned at him.

“Nothing, amor,” He assured you. “I was only joking,”

“...Were you, though?” You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re not a morning person, are you?” He was still chuckling with a sleepy grin.

“Not when I’m being insulted I’m not!” You now sat up, completely unamused by his flippant remarks.

“Y/N,” He sat up as well, putting a hand on your shoulder and stroking your hair with the other. “I really was joking. You know if we’re going to...spend time together, you should really get used to my snarky sense of humor,”

“Oh should I?” You crossed your arms.

“Yes,” He nodded, his smile never leaving his face.

“....And what exactly do you mean by ‘spending time together’?” You raised an eyebrow.

“...Well, I don’t know, do you really want to label...this, right this second?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, now finally reaching an annoyed point.

“...No,” You replied softly while you picked at a loose thread on the comforter.

“Okay, well--” He started to kiss you, but you put a hand over his mouth.

“Uh uh, Romeo,” You shook your head. “If we’re going to ‘spend time together’, you should know I don’t kiss before brushing,”

“Noted,” He chuckled once more as he kissed the top of your forehead. “If you need a label, I think we stick to ‘weird secret friends,’

“Well I don’t know if that applies anymore,” You sighed. “Considering we are no longer secret and I don’t think friends sleep with each other,”

“Well then we’re still weird, are we not?” He pointed out.

“Ha Ha,” You rolled your eyes. “So friend, what am I supposed to do while you’re at work?”

“....Talk to Sonny?” He asked as he got out of the bed.

“Oh, great idea!” You feigned excitement. “I’ll be sure to really twist the knife in his back this time,”

“You’re so dramatic,” He shook his head with a smile. “Just talk to him,”

“There’s no point Rafael,” You objected. “Unless I stop seeing you, he’ll never forgive me,”

“Well first of all, I seriously doubt that’s true,” He disagreed. “And second of all, he’s going to be hurt whether we continue...seeing each other, or not. The bottom line is he’s upset he’ll never be with me,”

“...Does everything just lead back to you, counselor?” You asked him while he began to get dressed.

“Basically,” He teased while pulling on his pants.

“Look, you can call me selfish or arrogant, or cold hearted all you want,” He told you. “But just because you stand there in your moral ivory tower doesn’t mean you don’t feel the same way. You just don’t want to act on them,” He disappeared into his bathroom to brush his teeth.

“I’m sorry, and why is that a bad thing?” You called from his bed, an insulted tone obvious in your voice.

“Because it’s your life, Y/N!” He exclaimed as he reemerged from the bathroom, giving you a serious look. “It’s not mine, it’s not Sonny’s. You don’t have any responsibility for anyone else’s happiness but your own,”

“Well hurting my cousin doesn’t make me happy!”

“And being with me doesn’t either?” He asked with his own hurt tone while he buttoned his dress shirt. Your long pause made him stop and look at you, your head was looking at the floor in shame. “Y/N?”

“....It makes me the happiest I’ve probably been in my entire life,” You admitted, making him grin like a Cheshire cat. He finished buttoning his shirt and then walked backed towards the bed, wrapping you in his arms.

“Back at you, killer,” He pressed his forehead against yours before kissing you long a deep, crawling onto the bed. You began kissing for maybe a minute, then suddenly it dawned on him he still needed to go to work.

“Well, this might be a problem,” He pulled back from you and walked back to his closet now speeding up his routine. He grabbed his tie and began tying it quickly.

“...What is?” You looked at him quizzically.

“You’re clearly a distraction, amante,” He gave you a mischievous grin.

“Well I’ve been called worse,” You shrugged.

“I’m sure you have,” He teased.

“Hey!” You tossed a pillow at him, he dodged it effortlessly.

“Alright killer, I promise I'll be right back,” He grabbed his suit jacket and started to walk out of the bedroom. You trailed behind him, still stark naked.

“You sure you wanna leave all….this?” You presented yourself with an evil smile.

“Oh you are...you are diabolical, woman,” He eyed you up and down, kicking himself for making this meeting today of all days.

“Mmmhmm…” You raised your long leg up until it was right next to your face, reminding him how flexible you were.

“No,” He bit his fist. “No no no, I must go,” He shook his head and bolted out the door. You stared at it, shocked by his immediate departure. How rude! You scoffed and turned to go back to the bedroom to get dressed, just as the door swung open and Rafael rushed in, grabbing your naked body in a heated kiss.

“Okay, now I seriously have to go,” He sighed while taking a mental picture of your perfectly toned body.

“Fine,” You pouted. “See if I’m here when you get back,”

“Oh you better be,” He warned with a cheeky smile, walking back out the door and leaving you alone once again.

You quickly realized you might not have a choice to avoid Sonny, seeing as all you had were your still damp clothes from the night before. You grabbed them and tossed them in Rafael’s dryer while you paced the apartment in the t-shirt and boxers from the night before.

What would you say? What could you say?

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Later that day

You pulled up in front of Sonny’s apartment building and exited your Uber, thanking the driver before she drove away. You sighed and walked up to the stoop, ringing his box. There was a long silence, before you heard a woman’s voice:

“Hello? Sonny’s apartment,”

Who the hell was that?

“Um, yeah hi,” You stammered, completely taken aback by the turn of events. “I-I’m here for Sonny? It’s Y/N, his cousin…”

“Aw shit,” You heard Sonny’s voice muffled, before the buzzing of the door to let you inside. You walked into the building and headed up the stairs towards his apartment. As you reached his floor, you saw a blonde woman bolting out of his door, zooming past you and down the stairs. You looked at her for a moment before turning to stare at Sonny who just stood in the doorway.

“....And who was that?” You asked him curiously.

“Nobody, just a friend,” He dismissed you.

“A friend?” You half laughed. “Must be quite the friend,”

“You’re one to talk, with your stupid sneaky friends BS,” He snarked.

“...Weird secret friends,” You clarified in a small voice.

“Really, Y/N?” He asked you, unamused.

“Okay I’m sorry, you’re right--”

“Did you need something?” He crossed his arms as he leaned on his doorway.

“I um...I wanted to talk…”

“Did you now?”

“....And I need my clothes,” You gestured to the ‘walk of shame’ outfit you were still wearing.

“Ohhhh I see I see,” He nodded with a sarcastic laugh. “You needed your stuff so you can continue the sleepover with the honorable ADA?”

“Sonny--”

“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t wanna hear it. Just-- hold on,” He waved his hands in front of you as he disappeared into his apartment, his door slamming in your face. Soon he reappeared with your bag in tow, shoving it in your hands.

“There ya go, enjoy your weekend,” He started to shut the door but you put your foot in it.

“Sonny I’m not leaving until you hear me out,”

“...Fine,” He sighed and opened the door wider, letting you enter. You walked past him and sat on his couch. He walked to the couch and grabbed two beers, handing one to you as he sat on his armchair next to you.

“I um--” You started to say something, but you really needed it right now. Unfortunately, Sonny quickly realized his mistake and took yours back.

"Sorry, I forgot Sunshine," He apologized and grabbed a soda bottle from the fridge this time, and handed it to you.

“So,” He twisted the cap off his beer and took several big gulps, dreading this conversation already. “Talk,”

“Oh,” You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t even expected to get in the door, let alone having to make some kind of speech.

Sonny knew that look in your eyes, the same look you had when you had forgotten the words to your song in your middle school talent show.

“Seriously, Y/N?” He shook his head with another sarcastic laugh. “You didn’t have anything prepared to say?”

“Well!” You took another swig of your soda

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” “You just show up here, chase off Amanda, and--”

“Amanda?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Irrelevant, Sunshine,”

“Right…”

“And you don’t even have a defense ready for your boyfriend?” He finished his thought.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You objected.

“Damn straight he’s not!” He agreed.

“....What is that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Let me ask you something, Sunshine,” He put down his beer. “You slept together last night, right?”

“...Yeah,” You answered cautiously.

“And then this morning-- tell me, what did he do?”

“...Well he had to go into work," You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. You didn’t like where this was going.

"Uh huh" Sonny nodded with a smile.

“He DID” You insisted.

“Right, and did you guys even discuss what happens now?” He kept questioning you.

“Wha? We're not teenagers Sonny,” You rolled your eyes as you took bigger sips of your soda, wishing it was harder stuff. You didn’t like this at all.

“But you're not wondering? At All?”

“….We decided not to label it right now,” You answered softly, looking at the floor. You didn’t know why you were suddenly so nervous about that answer. Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to label it yet?

“Did you decide it or did he decide that?” Sonny read your mind, freaking you out even more.

“What are you doing?” You slammed the bottle on the table. You're upset I "stole" Rafael from you so now you're trying to get in my head?”

“No!” He protested. “But I know how he is, sunshine. I didn't want you involved with him solely because I...have a thing for him, he said the last uncomfortably. It's because I know how...frivolous he can be with relationships,”

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“I’m not fucking with you, sunshine!” He slammed his empty beer on the table angrily. “I’m serious,”

“Oh I’m sure you’re serious,” You nodded, still keeping your sarcastic tone.

“Look Sunshine,” He put a hand on your knee while lowering his voice to a softer, caring tone. “You can make excuses all you want. But I think you know me better than that. I wouldn’t tell you anything I didn’t explicitly believe,”

“...Yeah, I know,” You nodded in agreement, knowing he was right. He always looked out for your best interest, ever since you were a kid.

“So...will you at least think about what I’m saying?”

“What are you saying, Sonny?”

“I’m saying be careful, Sunshine,” He looked at you earnestly. “He can get bored very easy, and very fast,”

You thought to yourself that he couldn’t get tired of the ‘best sex of his life’ that quickly, but you’d never say that out loud to Sonny. Not unless you wanted him to have an aneurysm right in front of you. But then again, would you want him to want you around just for the sex, right?

“...I gotta go Son,” You glanced at your phone. “I promised him I’d be waiting for him when he gets home,”

“Seriously?” Sonny shook his head with yet another sarcastic laugh. “Damn Sunshine, you let him start working you fast,”

“Shut up,” You muttered uneasily as you got up from the couch and started to head out.

“Sunshine, one more thing,” He followed you to the door, you paused in the doorway to listen.

“Yes, Sonny?”

“...You know you always have a place here,” He gave you a big hug, you had missed this. You hugged him back tightly before pulling back and giving him a sincere smile.

“I know, Son,” You kissed him on the cheek and then began walking down the hall as he shut the door behind you.

He was just being his overprotective self….right?

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It was around eight that Rafael finally came back to the apartment. He found you stewing on the couch, half of his good vodka was gone.

“Uh….honey, I’m home?” He asked warily.

“Oh, are you?” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to get up,

“...What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” You scoffed. “What happened to “I’ll be right back?”

“...Stuff came up,” He mumbled.

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “Sonny was right,”

“Excuse me?” He took off his jacket and hung it up.

“I went to go get my stuff from Sonny’s,” You gestured to your own clothes you now had on. “And he told me to be careful with you,”

“Careful with me?” He laughed. “Like I’m breakable?”

“No!” You stood up. “Like you break other people,”

“Oh come on Y/N,” He rolled his eyes as he met you halfway in the living room. “Doesn’t that just sound like something he’d say to deter you from me?”

“He wasn’t saying it like that, Rafael,” You shook your head and crossed your arms. “He’s looking out for me, like he always has,”

“And what else did he say?” He eyed you suspiciously.

“He said…” You looked up at the ceiling. It was starting to swirl a bit, you rocked back and forth. Rafael noticed and quickly put both hands on your shoulders, knocking you from your daze.

“Y/N!” He cried as he led you back to the couch and sat you down. “Jesus, is this what you do when you’re upset?”

“...No,” You lied. You were in no shape and nowhere near close enough to him to start revealing dark secrets about yourself. You really should have thought that through. You had to recover from this, you didn’t want him to know.

“Are you sure about that?” He raised a questionable eyebrow, not believing you for a second.

“...This isn’t about me, this is about how you get bored of women-- and men, I assume,”

“What?” He blinked in confusion. “Is that what Carisi said?”

“Maybe,” You grabbed the glass of vodka and started to sip it, but Barba snatched it out of your hand.

“I think you’ve had enough of that,” He told you, his concern growing more by the second the more he looked at you.

“Great,” You muttered, focusing on the TV.

“Hey, Hey!” Rafael snapped at you. “We’re not done talking,”

“Alright, fine,” You turned off the TV. “You wanna talk? Tell me about the t-shirt,”

“...I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re like this,” He shook his head and stood up to go to his bedroom.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to talk, Rafael!” You threw your hands up. “So let’s talk about it-- or even better, let’s talk about the drawer full of girl’s clothes you have,”

“You went through my drawers?!” He snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Are they mementos? Gifts? Trophies?” You stood up, wobbling towards him.

“Trophies?” He scoffed while putting his hands over his face in frustration. “God dammit Y/N...I…”

“You what?” You crossed your arms, steadying yourself.

“I can't deal with...this,” He gestured to you.

“With what?” You suddenly felt a wave of dread. You’d seen that look before. Many, many times. From many, many people.

“With THIS, with YOU,” He walked up to you and walked you back to the couch.

“You’re clearly more fucked up than I thought, and I-- I can’t be your emotional support fuck buddy,” He went on as he grabbed a pillow and blanket from a closet.

“Wow...wow,” You felt tears choking your throat. “So that’s what I am, a fuck buddy?”

“I don’t--- I don’t know,” He rubbed his face, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Really? Because twelve hours ago you were sitting here and telling me that- that I meant something to you,” You started to cry.

“You do!” He put a hand to your face. “You...you do, I just…” He looked at your sorry state. “I don’t know what to do with you,” Rafael was kicking himself for getting you both in this mess; he wasn’t equipped to deal with someone so unstable. Maybe it was a one time thing, a fluke.

“Look just-- just sleep it off and we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

“I don’t…” You whimpered. “I don’t want to,”

“Well, we have to talk about it--”

“No,” You stopped him. “I don’t want to sleep it off in here, alone,” You gestured to the couch, the bed he clearly had made for you to sleep in.

“I…” He sighed, finally conceding and picking you up to carry you to his bed.

“Alright baby, alright,” He placed you on his bed and laid down next to you until you fell asleep, then he got up and went into the living room, kicking a pillow across the floor in rage and upset, falling against the wall with his head in between his knees.

What the fuck did he get himself into?

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Title: His Queen And Her King

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Chapter One

Warnings; Smut, Swearing, Blood Drinking, Breeding Kink, Spanking and Daddy Kink.

Two Months Later after Y/N and Jeff mated.

*Y/N's POV*

I was in the locker room with Jeff, while he was getting ready for his and Matt's, match against, The Bar. "Baby you okay?" He asks me as I was lost in my thoughts again. "Oh umm.. yeah just thinking is all." I said to him. "What're you thinking 'bout, baby?" He asks me as he turns his head to look at me.

"I was thinking about a movie date tonight with you and Chinese food or pizza." I replied softly looking at him. "Mmm that's sounds like the perfect date to me." Jeff replies. I smile as I kiss him softly. "Good. Since we have the next couple of nights off after tonight, I was wondering... Can we take a road trip? Just me and you and the open road?" I asked him as i looked up at my multicolored hair, boyfriend. "Yes, Baby. Where would you like to go to?" He asks me as he looks down at me. "How about going to (P/S)?" <P/S= Pick State>. I said to him. "Yes." He replied. I smiled and kiss him softly. "I love you, Baby" He whispers. "I love you, Babe." I replied back to him. I had fallen deeply in love with Jeff.

"Five minutes." A worker said to Jeff, so he would go to the gorilla pin. I stood up fixing my clothes and follow him out. Matt was there waiting for us. "Hey are you two okay?" Matt asked his brother. "Yeah. Why?" I asked. "Because your eyes and my brothers eyes are different colors. did you two mate?" Matt asked looking. "Yes, we did." Jeff said to his brother. "Oh thank heavens finally you two got together." Matt said to his brother as he laughs a little. "I was wondering when you two were going to finally get together" He adds as he looks between his brother and I.

Matt and Jeff's song came on and we walked out. My neck was on clear view for everyone to see I have been claimed as Jeff's. The crowd was cheering and hollering. "Baby are you ready for this?" I asked Jeff, as I looked at him. "Yes, babe. I'm ready to show everyone who is mine." He said to me. I smile looking at him for a second and take his hand. "I'll always be yours Baby" I said to him. "Good. I'll always be yours too." Jeff said smiling at me softly. We walked to the ring hoping into the ring. Jeff grabs a mic "Myself and Y/N, have an announcement to make as soon as our match is over with tonight." Jeff said. I haven't told anyone I was pregnant, besides my mom and dad and Jeff told Matt. I didn't tell anyone else in my family or friends, because I wanted it to be a surprise for my family and friends. Edge and Christian, came out with Lita. Lita, stayed outside of the ring as did I.

The match carried on into the back with Jeff and Edge beating each other, Matt and Christian punching each other. I had followed up the ramp behind Lita. I looked for Jeff. I find him and Edge slugging at each other. "Come on, Jeff. Baby you can do this." I said cheering him on. Jeff was on the ground beaten, bloody and hurt. Edge turned his gaze to me and I whimpered backing away. Edge ran at me to spear me but I was pushed to the side by Triple H (Y/N's, Dad) and he took the blow. I hear my mom (Stephanie) screaming at Edge for trying to go after me. "Are you okay?" She said using herself as a Shield. "Yes." I answered her. "You need to get away from this fight." She said and pulled me down the hall out of the middle of the fight as we watched on. When Triple H got back up he told the referee to go that he would referee the match. After ten more minutes of back and forth fighting, Jeff hit Christian with the twist of fate and wins. I walk quickly to him and jump in his arms kissing him. "You did it." I said happy. Jeff, looks into a camera as he pulled me close. "Alright ladies and gents. It is time for the news. The reason Y/N, has been wrestling lately or the past two months to be exact isn't due to an injury. I'm happy to announce, as is Y/N, my beautiful mate. That we are expecting our first baby." Jeff said smiling from ear to ear. I smiled as well rubbing my baby belly. The crowd screams and cheers.

After we told the whole world the news we went to the locker room to change and get ready to go get food.

The next day Jeff and I, started off on our little road trip we planned. As we were driving I looked at Jeff, smiling as I watch him drive. "Baby?" I said. "Yes, Kitten?" He said calling me by my nickname. "I love you, to the moon and back." I said softly. "I love you, always and forever." He said smiling at me and then paying attention to the road again.

"Are we almost to the hotel?" I asked softly as I looked at him "yes, Babe." He replies. "Why?" He adds. "I'm hungry and a little tired." I said. "What would my Kitten, and my unborn peanut like to eat?" Jeff asks laying a gentle touch on my belly. "Chinese food and cake" I replied. He nods as he pulls off the exit to the hotel. We get checked in and order food and cake. As I was waiting patiently for the food I got in the shower. Jeff had showered first while I was on the phone and getting our clothes out. While I was showering the food had came. I came out the shower a few more minutes later after the food came. "Foods nice and hot still, Babe." Jeff said. I sat in his lap as we eat our food. I took a picture of us and saved it to my phone screen.

"God Babe, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world." Jeff said. "An I'm the luckiest woman in the world." I replied to what he said smiling. I held his hand "Baby?" I said softly. "Yes, Babe?" He said looking at me. "What if someone else tries to go after me or causes me to fall on my stomach?" I asked afraid. "As long as I am still alive, ain't nobody going to lay a finger on you Baby Girl." Jeff said his eyes changing color cause he is getting worked up. I straddled his lap, while I looked him in the eyes rubbing his chest soothingly. "Relax. I'm here Baby." I kissed his neck softly "Are you thirsty?" I asked him. "I am. I'm not drinking from you." He said. "You won't hurt us, Jeff. You still need blood to survive." I said to him. But he wasn't having it. "No, Y/N. I ain't risking yours or our unborn baby's life." He said firmly. I knew the only way to get him to drink was to get him into a sexual mood.

I stood up and walked over to the bed after turning the lights out. "Daddy mmmmm." I moaned out as I touched myself in way I shouldn't be without asking Daddy Jeff, for permission first. I knew Jeff can see in the dark. Jeff, snarls and moves swiftly to the bed in less than a second. He was naked from literally ripping his clothes off into pieces. He swatted my hands away as he firmly but carefully swatted my core causing me to moan. "Princess, what did I tell you about touching yourself?" Jeff said hovering over me. "Not to without permission, from you Daddy." I bite my lip. "Now Princess, you know better than to break that sacred rule." Jeff said dangerously close. Our lips mere inches from each others. My eyes trained on Jeff, as I bite my bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again." I said closing the gape between our lips and kissing him. Jeff kisses back for a second before pulling away and biting into my neck drinking which only turned me on more. "Daddy!" I moaned out. He pulls away painting with a little of my blood dripping down his chin. "Fuck Princess, you got me so, hard." Jeff said as he spreads my legs and pushed in his cock in one swift movement. I arched my back moaning. "Fuck Daddy, you're so, big. Jeff started to thrust in and out faster and faster but he was careful at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Daddy." I moaned as he kept his pace fast and gentle. I bit my lip as I looked up at him and kissing him again. "Princess, you like when Daddy, fucks you good? Want Daddy to put another Baby inside your womb?" Jeff whispers against my lips. "OH yes, Daddy. I want to have all you babies. I'm only yours." I said mewling as he reached between our bodies rubbing my clit at a fast pace. "Oh fu-f-fu-fuck. I'm going to cum. Shit. I'm cumming." I moaned out tightening around his dick and coming hard around him. He thrusts a few more times before pushing all the way in. Both of us not knowing that his tip had latched onto the entrance of my womb because we had fallen asleep before he pulled out. Me not knowing I was a rare type of Omega, especially me being a human at that. While Jeff, and myself was asleep he cock was still pumping cum into my womb. I was awaken in the morning by Jeff, pulling his cock out causing a whine to slip from my lips. "Shhh, Babe, you're okay." He said kissing the top of my head. "Baby, I'm hungry." I said softly. "Let's shower first Babe." He said as I nodded agreeing with him. I sat up as he walked into the bathroom. I looked at the bed sheets between my legs confused because no, cum had slipped out when Jeff, pulled out. What I, myself didn't know his cock latched to my womb last night and his sperm mixed with another egg. I shrugged it off thinking it was gonna come out in the shower or when i stood up. I walked into the bathroom with Jeff, as he was shaving his face to clean up some of the edges around the spots he is gonna leave as he always did.

I smile watching him. "I'll start the shower" He mumbles an 'Okay.' I looked at him and seen the look of he wasn't happy with me and I knew why. "Baby?" I said softly. "What, Babe?" He said shortly. "Are you mad?" I asked him. "Yes. I told you I didn't wanna drink from you while you're baring our child." He snaps. I jumped back a little. "Jeff, you know what happens when you don't. We're okay. You didn't hurt us." I said looking at him. "I could've. I wouldn't ever forgive myself if...." He trailed off rubbing his face shaking the what ifs off not wanting to even think about it. Jeff, looks at me seeing I was crying when he heard my sniffles. "Baby, come here." He said to me as he looks at me. I walked over to him slowly and stood in front of him. "I'm sorry. I just don't wanna lose you and our baby." Jeff said to me as he wipes the tears from my eyes. "I trust you Jeff. I wouldn't of offered for you to drink from me if I didn't." I said to him. "I know. I just don't wanna drink from you and not be able to stop." He said. "I stop you if I think you're taking to much." I said softly. "And if I don't stop?" He said. "You will." I said firmly as I kiss him softly before pulling him into the shower.

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Change - Ch. 1 | F O U R

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,294

A/N - yay another chapter! I thought I would sneak in a few cute Bill and Y/N scenes during this chapter so I hope you enjoy it! also, I have uploaded a few parts to my Stranger Things rewrite and plan to upload more soon! it’s called Wonderwall and is a Steve Harrington x reader :)) please leave a comment below letting me know what you think so far! it really helps me with my writing when I know what you all enjoy whether that be the friendships Y/N has or the small moments with Bill!

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Y/N hadn't known what she was expecting to do once she had arrived at the quarry, but stripping down into nothing but her underwear had definitely not been it. Why she hadn't thought about what she was going to change into was beyond her, but the moment she realized she would have to wear nothing but her underwear in front of the boys was the moment she became frozen in place by Stan's bike.

No one seemed to notice the young girl's hesitation as Y/N leaned against Stan's bike handle. She stared down at her blue floral sundress, gulping slightly at the thought of having to take it off as she began to nervously bite her lip.

As if sensing her nervousness, Stan glanced over at his cousin as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. He frowned at her state before taking a step towards her. "Hey, are you okay?" he whispered, his eyes flickering over her face as he seemed to search for some sort of explanation.

"Uh. . .yeah," Y/N said as she nodded while the other boys glanced over at the cousins. "I just-I didn't realize I would have to swim in my underwear."

"There's always the option of swimming naked," Richie smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows, earning a whack in the head from Eddie while both Stan and Bill glared at their friend.

"Ignore him," Eddie muttered as he shook his head at the boy before he looked to the girl softly. "Sorry we didn't make it more clear. You could've brought a swimsuit if we had thought about it."

"You don't have to swim if you don't want to," Ben piped up, the boy giving her the smallest of smiles as if he understood the shyness she was going through.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered as she looked down, lightly hugging her arms as she did. "I'm just a little shy is all."

"There's n-n-nothing to be shy about," Bill assured her before he blushed at his own words. "I mean. . ." His eyes flickered between his friends, three of which were looking at him with smirks, one who was narrowing his eyes at the boy questioningly, and the last being Y/N who had started to blush as she gave him a confused look.

Realizing there was no going back from what he just said, Bill quickly spoke up again hoping to get everyone to forget. "There's a path that leads down to the b-b-bottom and you can just wait for us down there if you want," he suggested.

"Oh," Y/N said, her cheeks still bright red as she stared at Bill. She gave him a small smile as she nodded her head. "Thanks."

Bill just nodded in response and was quick to look away as he finished stripping down to his underwear and walked over to the drop off with Richie, Eddie, and Ben. That left Stan who finally tore his narrowed eyes away from Bill before looking to his cousin with a softening expression.

"I'm sorry. I should've said something before we left," Stan sighed as he placed a hand on the girl's arm.

"It's okay, Stanley. It's my fault really for not realizing. I'll just meet you boys at the bottom, okay?" she said. Stan was silent as he gave her a small look. Y/N only gave him a soft smile and put her hand on top of his arm that was holding onto her and whispered, "I'll be fine."

"Promise?" Stan asked as he held out his pinky to the girl.

Y/N chuckled softly making the curly haired boy join in as they both thought back to the many times they would pinky swear on promises. It was the most serious of promises as they liked to say, so it was important to them.

The girl linked her pinky with Stan's before nodding her head, "Promise."

Stan gave her pinky a small squeeze and smiled before pulling away to take off the last of his clothes. He glanced in his cousin's direction once more before jogging over to join his friends by the ledge while they began a loogie contest, leaving Y/N to stand by his bike.

Y/N got lost in her thoughts as she glanced over at the trail Bill had been talking about. Why couldn't she just be confident for once and go into the water? After all, it was only her cousin and his friends. So why was she so nervous?

"Oh my god, that was terrible. I win!" Richie exclaimed causing Y/N to lose her train of thought. The girl glanced over to where the boys were all standing and chuckled slightly at the sight of them all standing there in their underwear arguing about their loogies.

"You won?" Eddie asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Richie said as if there were no question to it.

"You see my loogie?" Eddie questioned, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as he wondered how Richie thought he could've won.

"Mine went the farthest. It's about distance!" Richie exclaimed.

"Mass. It's always been mass," Eddie insisted. Richie's eyes widened in disbelief and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as she watched him throw his arms around for emphasis as he began to bicker with Eddie like usual. Sometimes they acted like an old married couple and Y/N found it to be the funniest and also the cutest thing ever.

"Y/N!" a voice greeted happily causing the girl to turn and see Beverly biking up to her.

"Beverly," Y/N greeted back before her eyes caught sight of the new hair cut the red head was sporting. "Woah. I love your hair!"

Beverly blushed slightly as she hopped off her bike, not really used to compliments. "Thanks," she said before she noticed that Y/N was standing by herself by the bikes. "What's the hold up? You not want to go in?"

"Oh, I do," Y/N assured her before she looked to the ground embarrassed. "I just didn't realize we would be in our underwear and am a little shy is all."

"Shy?" Beverly questioned. "You do realize it's like wearing a bathing suit, right? And it's only in front of those idiots."

She gestured towards the boys and Y/N let her eyes flicker over to them, catching onto the end of Eddie and Richie's fighting as Eddie said, "Who cares how far it goes when it's a measure of how cool it looks like it's green or it's white or juicy and fat?"

Y/N and Beverly both grimaced and let out small laughs as they looked to each other. "Fair point," Y/N nodded. "I just. . ." She trailed off and glanced down at her body. Beverly watched her in silence for a minute before smiling softly as she reached out to place a hand on the girl's shoulder, knowing exactly where the girl was coming from. After all, it wasn't like Y/N was the first girl in the world to be a little self-conscious.

Y/N glanced up at Beverly and saw her kind smile before the red head suggested, "How about we do this together? That way you're not alone."

Y/N was silent for a moment before she hesitantly nodded her head. Not being the only girl would definitely make her feel a little better.

Beverly smiled before gesturing towards the boys. "Come on. Let's show them how it's done," she said making Y/N grin.

"Alright. Who's first?" they heard Bill ask and Beverly quickly squeezed Y/N's hand in reassurance before yelling out, "We'll go!"

The five boys quickly turned around and Beverly smiled before letting go of Y/N's hand so that she could take her dress off. Y/N could feel the stares of the boys and she looked down before taking in a deep shaky breath.

"It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of," Beverly assured her as she slipped off her shoes.

Y/N nodded before shakily slipping her dress off. She didn't dare look at the boys as she let her dress drop to the floor before her shaky hands moved up to her ponytail that was holding her hair back. She effortlessly pulled the tie out and it was only then that she let her eyes flicker up as she kicked off her shoes, her hair falling down in slight waves due to having been up.

Y/N looked to Beverly, not wanting to see the looks on the boys' faces and the red head was already smiling proudly at her. Beverly held a hand out and Y/N couldn't stop the smile growing on her own face as she took the girl's hand in her own, the two then running forward and towards the edge of the cliff.

"Sissies!" Beverly called out as they reached the edge of the cliff and Y/N barely had time to even look at the boys before the two had jumped off.

"What the fuck?" Y/N heard Richie cry out and she couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as she fell through the air with Beverly by her side.

It was only when they were about to hit the water that they let go of each other, each of the girls taking in a deep breath before plunging into the cold water.

"Ahhh, holy shit, we just got shown off by not only one girl, but two!" Richie cried out as the five boys looked down at the rippling water below them. "Also, Stan the Man, I don't know how it's possible, but your cousin manages to get hotter and hotter by the second."

That comment earned a glare from not only Stan, but the other boys as well, each of them not liking Richie's comment for different reasons.

"We have to do that now?" Stan asked as he looked back down at the water, watching in relief as he saw Y/N poke her head up and above the water, Beverly following not too long after.

"Yes," Eddie muttered nervously while the others looked down in disbelief.

Bill caught sight of Y/N looking up at them and he barely managed to see her smile from that far away before her voice called out to them, "Come on!"

"Oh shit!" Stan sighed, knowing that he would have to go in for sure now that his cousin had jumped.

The boys didn't stand there much longer before Bill had jumped off the cliff, the others all knowing he had only gone first to impress Y/N. It didn't take long for them to join him and before they knew, the whole group was down in the water splashing around with big grins on their faces.

Y/N had never felt as happy as she did in that moment where they were all engaged in a huge water fight. Joyous laughter escaped all of their mouths while they all splashed each other as much as they could while others tried to dunk some of them under water.

Y/N hadn't had many friends back home, not any real ones anyways. The only people she talked to were a few people in her classes who she worked with when she needed a partner for class or somewhere to sit at lunch.

But people to hang out with outside of school? She had never had anyone like that. She had only ever had Stan and the boys when she was visiting during the summer. But that had been five years ago and she hadn't seen Stan as much as she used to, so her friend count was basically nonexistent.

That's why she was so thankful for a moment like this. She needed it, especially with the whole divorce thing going on at home. Y/N had needed someone to make her happy, someone to keep her distracted from the shit storm life had thrown at her. And her cousin and his friends had been just the people she was looking for.

"Chicken!" Stan suddenly exclaimed, causing the group to stop their fighting and snapping Y/N out of her thoughts almost instantly. "Let's play chicken."

"What are you going on about, Stanley?" Y/N asked confused causing Richie to gasp out of pure horror.

"You don't know what chicken is?" Richie questioned in disbelief. "Stan, what are you teaching this girl?"

"Hey, don't blame me!" Stan insisted. "I thought she knew what chicken was!"

"Okay, see you keep saying it, but no one is actually explaining what it actually is," Y/N pointed out. "Saying it over and over isn't going to make me understand it any more than I already do."

"It's a g-g-game," Bill explained while the others nodded their heads.

"There are two teams of two and each pair has one of their people on the shoulders of the others. The objective is to basically try and knock the other off their partner's shoulders and into the water. First pair to fall loses," Eddie told her.

"Honestly, there's no use explaining it to her," Richie shrugged while the others looked to him. He smirked slightly before saying, "Everyone knows I'm the reigning champion. No need to get her hopes up in thinking that she can defeat me."

"Woah," Y/N laughed. "You sure about that, Richie? Who knows? Maybe I'm amazing at this game and you just don't know it yet."

"Yeah, and neither do you," Richie poked fun making both him and the girl chuckle.

"Well then let's find out," Y/N said while Richie gave her a surprised look.

"Oh, you're on," Richie laughed, a smirk appearing on his face. His eyes then lit up and he quickly yelled out, "I call Stan!"

"What?" Y/N cried out. "No fair!"

"No, what's not fair is you getting to have Stan as your partner because he's your cousin. Besides, I called him fair and square. He's my partner now," Richie insisted while Stan gave his cousin an apologetic look.

Y/N huffed in frustration and crossed her arms before yelling out, "Bill!"

Said boy instantly jumped in surprise at the fact that she was yelling his name before looking over at her. "Yes?" he said in a questioning tone.

"Want to be my partner and help me kick their asses?" Y/N asked, the fact that he had been her first choice after her cousin making him smile.

"It would be my p-p-pleasure," Bill laughed making the girl send a thankful grin his way before she swam over to him.

It was then that Bill seemed to realize that he would have to hold the girl up on his shoulders and he looked away with wide eyes and tried to control his nervous heartbeat as he went under water. He felt Y/N's feet graze against his shoulders before she sat down. Bill held his hands up and Y/N grabbed onto them, interlocking their hands as Bill stood up.

Their interlocked hands was the only reason Y/N managed to stay on top of Bill's shoulders as they tried to gain balance. And even when they had gained their balance, neither of them let go. It was only when Richie was securely on Stan's shoulders that they let go of each other's hands and Bill was sure to squeeze her hands in good luck before letting go, moving his hands down to grip onto her legs instead.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that Bill had chosen to grab onto her calves instead of her thighs and she smiled softly at how sweet the boy was before her kind nature turned into a menacing smile and narrowed eyes.

"You ready, Tozier?" Y/N called out making Richie laugh.

"You know it, babe," Richie winked at her.

"I'll flip you off right now if you call her that one more time," Stan threatened making Richie hold his hands up in defeat.

Bill chuckled softly and opened his mouth to begin the countdown. Y/N and Richie quickly got ready, both of them with their arms up in the air as they waited for Bill to tell them to start.

It was only when Bill had given them the green light that the two lunged forward, the intense game of chicken fight beginning. Their hands collided almost instantly and both began to trash talk each other as they tried their hardest to shove the other off of their partner.

Y/N didn't know how long they had been fighting for, but with her strength and Bill's tactfulness in the way he moved her forward at precise moments and would move out of the way enough to make Stan stumble, the two were eventually able to make Richie lose his balance so that he went flying back into the water, his leg ultimately dragging Stan underwater as well.

Y/N and Bill instantly let out a cry of victory while Beverly, Ben, and Eddie cheered the two on from the side. Richie and Stan eventually came back above the water only to find Y/N and Bill laughing and cheering. Richie rolled his eyes and slyly swam over to Bill without him noticing before taking his foot and gently kicking his knee from behind so that the boy's knee buckled.

This led to Bill losing his stance and Y/N wobbled on top of him before the two fell backwards into the water, screams escaping both of their lips as they fell. They came above the water with confused looks on their faces before they noticed Richie laughing with his hands holding on to his side.

Bill and Y/N both looked to each other and gave each other small nods before they turned and splashed Richie with as much water as they could. Richie fell silent almost instantly, his mouth wide open while his wet hair hung in his face.

Richie went to splash the two, but Stan quickly stopped him as he chuckled softly to himself. "Come on, Richie. Beverly and Ben want a turn," Stan told him, secretly winking at his cousin and Bill for having saved them while Richie frowned and turned to the boy.

"Fine, but this time I'm going to need you to work with me. How am I supposed to win when you can't fucking keep your balance?" Richie complained before he swam off with Stan, leaving Bill and Y/N to chuckle softly to themselves.

Y/N shook her head as she watched Richie and Stan start to fight against Beverly and Ben, laughter falling from her lips as Richie scolded her cousin for not doing anything to help out. Bill couldn't stop himself from watching the girl as she laughed, his eyes trailing over her face and the water droplets that rolled down her face and collected at her chin before she wiped them off.

The water seemed to make her skin sparkle in the sunlight, so it was pretty hard for Bill to look away from a view as beautiful as that.

But then Y/N was looking his way, having sensed his stare and Bill was quick to look to the water, acting as if he hadn't just been staring at her.

He heard the girl chuckle softly from beside him and Bill sighed before letting his eyes flicker back over to her, knowing that he had been caught and there was no use denying it. He was met with a stunning pair of e/c eyes and that Y/N Uris smile and a blush instantly spread onto his cheeks as he looked at her.

"H-H-Hi," Bill whispered, mentally face palming himself for being so stupid. Hi? Was he being serious right now?

Y/N didn't seem fazed and merely continued to smile at him, her eyes scanning over his features as she whispered, "Hi."

Bill didn't know how he hadn't noticed, but the two were a lot closer together than he had thought, their arms only being inches away. He didn't know what had him doing it, but with a sudden wave of bravery, the boy began to reach out, his hand brushing against the girl's arm before he began to trail down to her hand.

Y/N's eyes flickered down before she looked back up at the boy who was looking anywhere but at her face. Smiling softly to herself, Y/N also looked away before moving her hand up to brush against Bill's. The two were silent as their fingers brushed over each other's before they slowly began to come together, gently molding together until their hands were interlocked.

Neither of them dared to move, but each of them was trying desperately to hold back the smiles on their faces as they looked away from each other. What was going on was still a mystery to the two of them, but the only thing they knew was that it felt nice to be holding each other's hand. So they didn't bother saying anything about it.

But then Y/N's hand was jerking away from Bill's as she yelled out, "Ah fuck! What was that?"

Bill's eyes widened slightly and he looked to the girl like a lost puppy as he asked almost heartbreakingly, "W-W-What?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she realized what it must've seemed like and she quickly shook her head. "Oh, no. I. . .something bit my ankle," Y/N said, her eyes flickering over Bill's face as a look of relief took over his features.

He blushed slightly before saying, "Oh."

The others all seemed to have heard Y/N's scream and were swimming over to them in no time. "What's wrong? What happened?" Stan asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Something bit me," Y/N explained as she looked down at the water confused.

"Something bit you?" Eddie asked in horror, his eyes wide as he began to swim around a little frantically.

"Calm down, Eds," Richie said. "She probably just grazed her foot against a piece of glass or something.”

"Glass?" Eddie squeaked out, his face getting paler by the minute.

Bill, who had been frowning down at the water, didn't even hesitate before taking in a deep breath and diving under the water. He came back up not even a second later with laughter escaping his mouth as he looked to Y/N amused.

"It's a turtle," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he tried not to laugh. The others all chuckled while Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully at the boy.

"Shut it, Denbrough," Y/N muttered while the boy chuckled softly. Y/N joined him not too long later and the two smiled softly at each other as their laughter died down. However, they barely had time to even blink before water was splashed against both of their faces, their mouths dropping open as they squeezed their eyes shut to keep the water out.

"Payback, motherfuckers!"

"Tozier!"

And that was how their second round of water fighting began.

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This here's a tale for all the fellas

Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us

Get shot down cause ya over-zealous

Play hard to get females get jealous

Y/N didn't know how Beverly had done it, but some how the red head had been able to convince her to get out of the water to sunbathe with her. It was like all the insecurities Y/N had before jumping in had washed away and Y/N hadn't even thought twice before getting out of the water to lay in the sun, a small smile gracing her face as the warmth of the sun kissed her skin.

Her h/c hair spilled out all around her in slight waves from having dried long ago and she seemed to be glowing because of how happy she was. Her teeth sparkled in the sunlight as she smiled and mouthed along to the words of 'Bust a Move' which was playing on the radio the group had brought.

Okay smarty go to a party

Girls are scantily clad and showin' body

A chick walks by you wish you could sex her

But you're standing on the wall like you was Pointdexter

Bill couldn't take his eyes off of the girl, none of the boys could really. All except for Stan who kept glaring at the boys for staring at his cousin in that way while also sneaking glances at Beverly, not used to seeing a girl in nothing but their underwear. The boys all sat a little wide eyed with their mouths slightly open as they gazed at the girls, but Bill only had eyes for Y/N and found it impossible to tear his gaze away from her.

Y/N didn't even seem to notice the staring coming from the boys, too caught up in the song to be paying any attention to her surroundings. She probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for Beverly lightly nudging the girl and whispering, "They're staring at us."

Next days function high class luncheon

Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin'

Music comes on people start to dance

But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants

It was then that Y/N finally acknowledged the stares and she instantly blushed before both her and Beverly turned their heads to look at the boys. Their eyes all widened in surprise and they were quick to look away, some of them coughing awkwardly while they all pretended as if they hadn't just been caught staring at the girls.

Beverly and Y/N glanced at each other and chuckled softly before turning their bodies around so that they were propped up by their elbows. While they did this, the boys who were still a little red faced tried to find something to do to make it seem like they hadn't been staring.

Richie eventually caught sight of Ben's backpack and grabbed it before looking to the boy with an amused expression as he used one of his many comedic voices to say, "News flash, Ben. School's out for summa."

Y/N chuckled softly at Richie who winked in her direction while Ben looked to his backpack. "Oh that? That's not school stuff," Ben told him while Richie began to rummage through his things.

His eyes lit up at something and he was quick to pull a small postcard out of the boy's backpack before looking to Ben with a smirk. "Who sent you this?" Richie asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy.

Ben's eyes widened and he was quick to snatch the postcard from Richie before he could read anything. "No one!" Ben insisted while Richie smiled in amusement at the boy. Ben shook his head and shoved the postcard back into his backpack as he whispered, "No one."

Thankfully Richie didn't seem to want to pester the boy and moved on, pulling out a small blue folder from the boy's backpack and opening it up to reveal newspaper articles on the Black Spot explosion.

"What's with the history project?" Richie asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh well, when I first moved here, I really didn't have anyone to hang out with so I just started spending time in the library," Ben explained while Richie handed the folder over to Bill.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows curiously and was quick to pull herself up onto her feet and go sit next to Bill as she glanced down at the newspaper. Bill's eyes widened slightly at the close proximity and stared at the girl for a split second before gulping softly and looking back down at the newspapers as he tried to calm his nerves.

"You went to the library? On purpose?" Richie questioned in both disgust and horror making Y/N chuckle and roll her eyes at the boy.

"Some people enjoy going to the library, Richie," Y/N informed him making the boy give her a confused look.

"Why?" he asked, his nose scrunching up as he looked at the girl in utter bewilderment.

"Oh, I wanna see," Beverly said as she scrambled to her feet and went to sit in between Bill and Ben, not noticing the way that Ben tensed ever so slightly before looking to the girl with a blush dusting his cheeks.

"What's the Black Spot?" Stan asked, having caught sight of the papers for a moment and wondering what exactly it was about.

"The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult," Eddie explained.

"The what?" Stan questioned as both him and Y/N gave Eddie the same confused look.

Eddie blinked slightly in surprise at just how similar the two cousins looked in that moment with their eyebrows scrunching together and the corner of their mouth twitching up slightly into a confused smile as they stared at him before he asked, "Don't you watch Geraldo?"

"Who?" Y/N questioned making the boy give her an appalled look as he put a hand to his chest like her question had physically wounded him.

"Your hair," a soft voice said making the group turn away from their discussion to see that Ben was staring at Beverly with wide eyes. It was obvious he hadn't meant to say those words out loud and Beverly looked to the boy almost nervously as she gave him a confused look. Ben finally seemed to snap out of his daze as he said, "Your hair looks beautiful, Beverly."

Beverly blinked in surprise before smiling as she brushed some strands of hair behind her ear. "Oh, right. Thanks," she whispered while Ben looked to the ground bashfully.

Y/N and Bill both glanced at each other in confusion before Bill shrugged. Y/N smiled and let out a small chuckle while Bill watched her in adoration.

Richie looked between the two pairs who were obviously crushing on each other and rolled his eyes, not being able to take it anymore. "Here, pass," the boy said, snapping the four kids out of their trances as Bill tore his gaze away from Y/N to pass the folder to Richie.

"Why's it all murders and missing kids?" Richie asked as he glanced at the folder once again before passing it to Stan so that him and Eddie could see.

"Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once and it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average," Ben told them, his words making all of them stop what they were doing to look at him.

"You read that?" Beverly questioned while the kids all shared looks with one another. It didn't take a genius for them to realize that the mood had grown just a little darker, but Ben didn't seem to notice and continued.

"And that's just grown-ups. Kids are worse—way, way worse," Ben said while Y/N and Stan locked eyes. Y/N could see the small trace of fear on her cousin's eyes and she was sure her eyes held the same as they both gulped.

"I've got more stuff, if you want to see it," Ben suggested and Eddie was quick to shake his head as he looked to his friends. But by the looks on their faces, it was clear they wanted to go see what Ben was talking about. So all Eddie could do was let out a small sigh while Y/N offered him a sympathetic smile.

This was going to be fun.

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[eruri-things]

Wow okay I wrote a fic-

That’s a first in a while...

MARIA PRE-SCHOOL FIRST DAY

Erwin held tightly to his dad's hand as he walked through the door on his first day of preschool, the warmth of the room hitting his face and complete difference from the chilly weather outside, it being mid september it was expected though.

Erwin wore a simple blue coat and black jeans underneath a long sleeved grey Captain America t-shirt, he also had on little grey running shoes, his small green backpack hung over his shoulders, his fluffy blonde hair parted to the left.

“Papa what if no one likes me…” the small blonde mumbled as his father crouched and squished Erwins cheeks. The boy still had almost all his baby fat and was so squishy.

“Everyone will love you, Erwin.” his dad kissed his cheek once before standing up and walking to the door giving him a little wave. Erwin took a deep breath and waved back before he turned, his father stayed put watching as Erwin walked a little farther into the room and looked around observing everyone in the room it seemed. Erwin knew his father would only be a few doors down in the older kids classroom but it was still nerve wracking to be in a new place without anyone he knew and nerve wracking for his father to send him off by himself. But he knew Erwin could handle it.

As Erwin glanced around the room noticing how a few kids had started playing, a man with short blonde hair walked up to him.

“Hey there, you must be Erwin right? I'm Armin, can I help you place your backpack and your coat in your cubby?” The man wore a genuine smile on his face and Erwin decided then that he could trust this man.

“Sure.” Erwin smiled as he started to pull his bag off by himself handing it to Armin. The large blonde took it in one arm while his other hand started to unbutton Erwins coat pulling it off him he placed it over his bag his other hand reaching to hold Erwins hand, the smaller boy took it and they walked over the wall where there were a bunch of square cubbies each one had everyone in the classes names on them. Armin pointed at one on the second layer.

“Erwin Smith here it is...see you are on top of Levi Ackerman..” he pointed down to another cubby tag that was underneath his, there was a little blue and white bag in there, Armin placed his bag in the cubby and then pointed to a wall that was covered with hooks all had little name tags under each hook.

“And here's your hook.” Armin hung his coat up and Erwin just stood there nodding his head. Armin crouched down so they were the same height once again.

“Would you like me to introduce you to some other kids?” Erwin shook his head at the offer.

“I think I got it, thank you.” Erwin turned glazing once more at the name tag underneath his, it was now his life's goal to find his cubby neighbor.

Erwin headed towards a dirty blonde haired boy, his hair was covering his eyes and most of his face so it was hard for Erwin to see what it looked like. The boy was sitting down at one of the small tables coloring next to a girl with short blonde hair. She picked up her white paper that had two stick figures holding hands and both heads had a yellow scribble on them.

“Look Mike I drew us!” She smiled happily, her eyes shining with joy. Erwin walked up to the table and leaned on it.

“Excuse me have you two seen a boy named Levi?” The blonde girl looked at Erwin and shook her head

“No sorry…” she mumbled and glanced to her friend

“Have you Mike?” She asked. Mike nodded his head before he turned and pointed towards a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom, arms wrapped around his legs and a scowl on his face. He had bandages over both his knees. Erwin’s blue eyes widened.

“That one huh…okay...thank you…” Erwin smiled and started to walk over to the corner where the kid sat. He got a little nervous as he was walking over towards him. What if that was the naughty corner? He didn’t want to make a bad impression and sit in the naughty corner by accident. He glanced around not seeing another teacher and Armin was busy helping a kid with chin length brown hair and glasses pull off their coat. He moved fast and soon stood in front of the boy. He was even smaller then Erwin.

“Umm hi…are you Levi?” Erwin was able to mumble out. The raven haired boy looked up at him a little confused before he nodded hearing his name.

“I’m Erwin.” He smiled pushing his hand out in front of him to shake the boy's hand. He had seen his father do this when he was meeting someone for the first time. The boy glanced at his hand before shaking his head, not taking it. He finally spoke up.

“I watched you touch the table. Who knows how long it’s been since those adults washed it. It could have the plague on it!” Erwin’s scrunched his eyebrows together.

“Well then wouldn’t I be sick if it had the..p-plague on it?” Erwin asked, keeping his hand out. Levi sat there for a moment before he finally grabbed Erwin’s hand.

“You...have a good point.” The boy pulled on Erwin’s hand making him sit down in front of him. Erwin made a little ‘oof’ sound as his bottom hit the squishy foam padded floor.

“Why are you in the corner?” Erwin asked and he reached out to touch Levi’s bandages on his knees.

“And what did you do to get these…” he looked into the others silver eyes. They were awfully pretty. Levi shrugged.

“None of the people here were worth my time...other than you...your nice...oh…” the little boy looked at his knees and a pout on his face as he touched them gently.

“I fell…” Erwin pouted not happy to hear that his new friend had gotten hurt. He leaned forward and pressed kisses to each of the bandages.

“My kisses will make it better.” He smiled before hearing someone clear their throat. It was an adult he hadn’t seen yet. It was a girl with short black hair.

“Hey there boys we are starting to clean up to get ready for storytime can you two help pick something up?” Erwin started to stand grabbing Levi’s hand

“Yes ma’am.” Erwin smiled as he pulled Levi close to him. Levi was obviously going to say something snarky to her but Erwin responded too fast.

“You don’t gotta help, I'll pick up twice as many things so it’ll look like you helped.” He started to grab some blocks that a boy with black pointy hair was trying to pick up alone. Erwin kept his hand tightly on Levi’s hand. He grabbed a block and put it in the bucket. Levi made a little noise before he grabbed a block and placed it in next to Erwin’s.

“I’m going to help silly…” Levi whispered. After clean up time was over all the kids were brought over to a rug that had their names taped on. Erwin kept his hand on Levi’s and pointed as he showed Levi that their spots were next to each other. They sat down and n the rug and looked up as Armin sat down in a chair in the front. He had a book in his lap.

“Alright everyone today we are gonna be reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar…” The story went by quickly and by the end of it Erwin tummy was rumbling, and thankfully it was snack time. Erwin hadn’t let go of Levi’s hand all day and it didn’t seem that Levi didn’t really mind going around with the blonde everywhere. Today's snack was graham crackers and string cheese. Erwin and Levi sat at one of the tables.

“Do you like superheroes Levi?” Erwin asked as he bit into his graham cracker. Levi nodded his head and pointed at Erwins chest where Captain America stood proudly and then his hand moved to Erwin's face.

“I like these two..” Levi had a small smile on his face. Erwin was confused he wasn't a superhero.

“Silly! I'm not a superhero!” Levi shook his head, not agreeing with Erwin, to him Erwin was the best superhero out there. He was the only kid that had walked over to talk to him after all. Snack time finished up and it was once again free play time until a parent came and picked them up, pre-school was only half day after all. Because Erwin’s dad worked at the school he couldn't come and pick him up which meant he had to wait for his mom to get him. Levi led Erwin to the craft table after snack. A kid with brown short hair was making two little dolls, they were a little creepy to Erwin both made from tan paper and they didn’t even have clothes on. The blonde boy hoped they would get dressed soon. Levi looked at the kid and his eyes widened.

“Hey how did you make those?” he asked. The kid looked up at Levi

“You mean Sonny and Bean?” The kid asked as they pushed up their black glasses. She picked up the little paper doll, its body parts taped on and dangling everywhere.

“Well I just folded up this paper into a tube and then added body parts--” Erwin cut the kid off and just blurted out what he was thinking.

“--wHy ArE tHeY nAkEd?” the kid with brown hair started to laugh. Erwin didn't understand what was so funny he was just asking a question.

“You're funny! I like you! They are from a tv show! They don't wear stuffs...in it either...I’m Hanji by the way..” Erwins mouth made a little ‘o’ shape and he smiled as they introduced themselves.

“Oh..i see...My name is Erwin and this is Levi.” Erwin pointed to Levi who was starting to fold somewhite paper into a tube, he was struggling to tape it and hold it down at the same time. Erwin reached out and pulled some tape off the stick and smiled as Levi held it catching onto what Erwin was trying to do. Erwin placed the tape as soon as Levi held the paper down. The smile on Levi's face grew once he had the white tube. He colored on a little tan jacket and tried to give the tobe a little green bolo tie but it looked more like a necklace. He then started to tape little white legs onto the tube. He added tan arms and then looked at Erwin.

“Help me squishy this ball of paper…” Levi mumbled handing it to Erwin. Erwin squished the ball in his hands.

“What are you doing Levi?” Erwin asked Hanji looking at the start of Levi's little doll. Once Levi had the peach paper squished he added some yellow scribbles to his head and stuck it onto the body. He looked at Erwin once more noticing he had eyes. Levi grabbed a blue pen and gave the newly formed doll bright blue eyes.

“All superheroes have toys that look like them..” Levi mumbled and handed it to Erwin. Erwin looked down at the paper in his hands realizing it was him. Erwin smiled and wrapped his arms around Levi giving him a hug.

“Thank you Levi!” Erwin spoke as Levi stood there a little awkward not sure where to put his hands.

“Erwin, did you make a friend?” Erwin pulled away from the hug, the doll still in hand, his eyes went wider as he recognized the woman instantly.

“MOMMY!” The blonde boy wrapped his arms around his mom. And he glanced back at Levi.

“Levi this is my mommy! she's here to get me.” a pout then formed on his face as he realized that would mean he would have to leave Levi here all alone. He looked at the doll and walked towards Levi handing him the doll.

“I have to go for now...but doll me will protect you I promise. And i'll be here again tomorrow.” Levi took the doll and wrapped his arms around it hugging it as his eyes teared up a little.

“Okay Erwin..” he whispered out and Erwin gave him a hug again before he turned and waved at Levi. He grabbed his mom's hand and she already had his coat and bag. She leaned down and wrapped Erwin in his coat. Erwin waved then at Armin who was waiting by the door.

“Bye bye..” He walked out of the class to his moms car, as soon as he was buckled in his mom glanced back at him.

“You have a good day?” His mother asked. Erwin just nodded his head before the little boy talked about EVERYTHING that had happened that day and it was mostly all focused on Levi.