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[theactualsunshinechild]

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for 3k followers and I'm sorry this post came a little late! The vote to win was a one-shot with you all guessed it Technoblade. Enjoy the fluff, smut, and angst that comes with this fic.

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When Technoblade became immortal his father had told him of the woes that came with it, immortality was a curse, not a blessing. Technoblade would be forced to watch his loved ones and old friends die while he remained young forever. It wasn’t something easy to live with, the guilt he would experience would never truly go away. The curse came with what his father called the voices, they yearned for blood and emphasized he needed a strong will and mind to ignore them. At the time Technoblade didn’t care was young and naive only looking for the power that came with the idea of never dying. He believed he never would fall in love, who would love a piglin hybrid, he was antisocial and okay with living all on his own for eternity. He was okay with never-dying until he met you. 

You were a simple girl in a village he was visiting, you resembled a greek goddess in the old history books his father had gifted him when he inherited immortality. He wasn’t one to fall in love simply based on looks, but it helped. You were in the town center children gathered around your legs as you read them stories. He had just finished tying up Carl when he noticed you were packing up to leave, he kept his eyes trained on you until he saw you were walking in his direction. Technoblade looked away immediately face burning from embarrassment, in his one hundred years of life this was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach. He heard a soft hum behind him and there you were, god you couldn’t have been older than twenty, a baby compared to him. 

“Are you new here?” 

The question was innocent and held no ill intent, his tongue felt heavy as he nodded. You smiled warmly reaching your hand out to scratch under Carl’s chin, he tensed worried the voices would scream at him for you to stop. They were rather protective of his horse but to his surprise they were silent, he watched you pull a carrot from your bag, and Carl whinnied munching on the snack happily. 

“Do you have a place to stay? My father runs an inn.” 

“I’m here with my father I don’t know his plans. But thank you miss,” 

“No problem. Well if he’s unsure, it’s on the corner just over there. I’ll even give you half-price rooms,” You batted your eyelashes at him, “I hope to see you before you leave.” He watched you wave your hand heading off towards the inn, he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. He glanced up at his father, he was a bit taller than Techno but looked the same age as he did when Technoblade was born. Scars littered his face, and his scruff had turned into a beard over the years. His one tusk was chipped and his red eyes were dull from years of exhaustion. 

“Who was that?” His father’s voice was more profound than his own and Technoblade huffed slightly, 

“Just some women,” Technoblade mumbled, his father watched his expression, raising his eyebrow. 

“That’s the innkeeper’s daughter. (Y/n) I think her name is, young and pretty.” 

“Don’t try it old man.” Technoblade scoffed shoving his father’s hand off his shoulder, “She’s way too young for you. For either of us.” 

“Either of us you say? You mean you would’ve tried?” 

Technoblade stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heels, he turned to face his father, “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what? She’s a pretty little thing.” His father made a womanly shaped figure with his hands, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily. “The children loved her,” 

“Dad please.” 

“You’re almost 25 Techno-” 

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.” 

“Dad-” 

“Or guy!” Techno huffed clicking his tongue in distaste eyeing his father wearily and his father only chuckled in response. “Well, you’ll have a lot of time with her cause we’re staying with her and her old man.” Techno grunted pinching the bridge of his nose between his glasses, “It’s just until we make enough money to move to the next town.” 

“Fine. But I don’t want you playing matchmaker or whatever the hell you plan on doing.” 

“My lips are sealed, no matchmaking from your old man.” 

But Techno knew the look in his eye, he’d seen it a thousand times before mischievousness and joy that Technoblade never inherited. He knew this was going to be a long trip if his father continued to act like a child. He only clapped Techno on the back and led him into the inn, he was surprised to see you sitting at the front desk with a notebook in front of you. You seemed to be drawing something, or maybe it was writing something he couldn’t tell. A soft bell rang as they stepped inside and you turned to greet them, he noticed a small flicker of pride in your eyes as you stared at him specifically. His eye twitched feeling frustration bubble up in his gut, you had no right to look at him like that like you’ve won some competition. His dad nudged him forward a smirk playing on his lips and Techno huffed “We’ve come to hopefully take you up on your offer from earlier. If it still stands.”

“Course it does. My father’s out at the moment but I can set you up.” You motioned for them to make their way over, Techno’s father went first and introduced himself, 

“Orpheus. Techno’s father at your service I can cover the stay for both of us and we’ll have separate rooms please.” 

“Father? Why you don’t look any older than he does! What’s your secret? My father's gonna kill you when he sees how young you look!” 

Technoblade groaned as his dad laughed with what seemed to be pride, “Why thank you pretty lady that means a great deal. Techno takes after me you know,”

“Oh, I can tell.” You mused, “you’re both very handsome.” 

Technoblade blushed, he knew he was blushing because he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn hot with embarrassment. He shot his father a frustrated glare, “Ignore him. He’s an ass.” 

“I don’t find him to be that much of an ass.” You laughed grabbing two pairs of keys from behind the desk before walking out from behind it. “Surprisingly I’ve dealt with worse customers, follow me to your rooms.” Both men followed after you, Orpheus headed into the room that was assigned to him bidding you and Technoblade a goodnight. Technoblade noticed you still standing beside him and cleared his throat awkwardly, 

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…” 

“Seriously it’s not a problem at all.” You hummed giving your head a cute tilt to the side, “can I ask you something?” 

“Er…sure?” 

“You looking for a stepmom?” 

“HEH?” He knew his entire face was bright red and he felt jealousy bubble up in his gut unwillingly. You burst into hysterical laughter at his reaction and that only caused his face to burn hotter, 

“I’m messing with you oh gosh! I didn’t know you’d be so easy to tease.” You smiled covering your leftover giggles with your hand. “You’re much more my type,” 

“You’re bold…” He grunted nose scrunching in displeasure, although he didn’t feel that displeased with your comments. 

“So I’ve been told, I’ve also been told it’s charming.” 

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.” 

You tossed your head back and laughed, shoulders bouncing up to your ears eyes filled with pure delight, “Sleep well Technoblade, and have pleasant dreams.” Technobalde watched with careful eyes as you headed off down the hall, he gave a small chuff in your direction. However he couldn’t help but watch your hips and ass sway as you disappeared from his view, he flushed turning away from your figure. God, every minute that passed Techno was turning more and more into his pervert of a father. 

Technoblade awoke with a start, pupils shrinking as the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. There were terrified screams coming from outside the inn and a distinct sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. “Technoblade! Open up there’s a raid outside in the village, get your sword and get up now!”

Technoblade was out of the bed like a shot, he didn’t have any time to put on armor, he just slid on his briefs and grabbed his sword storming out the door. “Dad!” 

“What kid?” He turned to face Techno, his hair spread out all over the place eyes blazing red ready for the bloodbath. The words stay safe were on the tip of his tongue but instead, he said, 

“Where’s the (Y/n)?” 

“Somewhere in the fray. Find her and keep her safe.” 

Those were the words Technoblade needed to hear before he burst into action. As soon as he demolished the front of the inn the screams were only getting louder and more frantic. Blood littered the streets and the doors of the village and Techno felt his vision narrowing desperately searching for you and you only. He heard another shout and managed to block an incoming attack from a pillager the stopped his ax’s swing halfway with the blade of his sword before running the man through. Blood splattered his chest and face as he pulled the blade out and with a sickening thud, the man fell to the ground. “Mama help!” The voice of a young girl shrieked he turned and saw her cornered by the giant creature known as a Ravager. Before Technoblade moved a blur flew passed him sending loose locks of hair across his face, the smell of strawberries and cedar entered his nostrils and the only thing on his mind was you. He watched as you unceremoniously threw a rock at the beast, it huffed steam pouring out of its nose. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Your voice was like a knife as it cut through the pandemonium around you, the creature turned to face you and it gave the girl time to run away in the direction of her family. It stomped its hoof against the ground its voice was a mix of many different animal snarls and you reeled back, Techno saw the panic settling across your face. As soon as Technoblade moved towards you the beast began to charge, your body locked up in panic and fear as a response. Luckily Techno reached you before the monster did and curbed its attack with a swift slice across the side of its face. The Ravager screamed bloody murder turning its sights on Technoblade officially, Technoblade turned to you, his eyes a blazing red, 

“Run.” 

His voice didn’t even sound like his in his own ears, it was the first time he heard them so mad, the voices all shouting to kill the creature in front of him. 

“Come back to me.” You stated sternly grabbing him by the pants and pressing a kiss to his lips, it was quick and he almost couldn’t process it with everything going on around him. You were gone from his body like smoke in the wind, and Technoblade could solely focus on the monster who was in front of him. 

“Alright you freak” he grinned flashing his teeth, “Bring it on.”

~~~

After that the two of you were joined at the hip, Technoblade and his father saved the village and were always welcome there anytime they happened to be in this direction. The village also said they could get any supplies they wanted for an amazing discount, which they both took advantage of without argument. Techno more often than not found himself not going on hunts with his father unless it was necessary and instead spent most of his time by your side. He helped you in the inn, even though he was less than personable to many patrons trying to get rooms he did have amazing stories to keep the patrons who frequented the bar on the edge of their seats. He also had a great habit of convincing you to slack off from your duties leaving most of it to your father, who could only bite his tongue because his daughter had caught the eye of the village hero. 

“Techno not right now…” 

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-” 

“Then come on no one’s gonna know.” He mused pulling you close by the hips leg expertly slotting in between them making you shiver against his thigh. “Have a little faith in my ability to please you,” He purred nipping and kissing along the column of your neck. 

‘Need. need. Need. want. Want. want.’ Now that the two of you were offical the voices had started referring to you as Techno’s and he was just realived they all could agree on something for once. 

“Fine…you horny bastard. But you only have until my breaks over!” 

“I can make that work,” He pulled you into the storage closet somehow being able to keep his lips interlocked with your own. You moaned sofly against his lips as his hands found your butt giving it a squeeze before lifting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively went around his waist only serving to pull him closer to your flushed body, your breathing hitched as his tongue entered your mouth only briefly battling for dominance. You let Techno take over rather quickly his one hand began sliding up your waist and landing on the swell of your breast giving it a tight squeeze. He felt you moan at the sensation against his lips and he pulled away from you a string of saliva connecting the both of you, you whimpered and began to unbuckle his pants, he hoisted you a little higher so he could shimmy them down his waist. You purred sofly leaning forward to kitten nip and lick at his neck, he grunted feeling your legs tighten around him, he thanked the gods that you mostly wore skirts and dresses cause all he had to do was hike up the dress to your hips. “Hm?” He panted his hand poking and prodding at your entrance, “You’re already so wet for me? I barely touched you.” He snickered as his fingers disappeared into your folds you let out a needy groan head tossing back against the wall with a soft thud. 

“Hm…Techno more…” You panted pupils blown wide and hazy, “Add another so I can take you…” 

“Yes ma’am.” He purred adding another finger and curling it against the tight spongy-ness of your core. You moaned his name breath hitching in between the moans and he’s never felt more turned on in his life. “Yeah? You like that?” You only groaned louder your walls fluttering rythmically and tight around his fingers.

“I’m close.” You whimpered panting loudly, 

“You ready?” 

“Hmhm.” He watched with glee as you bobbed your head eagerly, as soon as he got confirmation he sheathed himself inside your folds. You both moaned, his head fell onto your shoulder as he panted against your wet skin. 

“God, you feel so good baby…so tight.” He snapped his hips and your moans began to echo off the walls of the room. “It’s like your pretty little pussy was made by the gods just to take me, so good.” Techno continued to growl in your ear nipping and biting at the skin there as he sang praises to you like a mantra. “S-shit-” His eyes shot wide open taking you full force as you began to clench and spasm around him, you shouted his name as you came and he wasn’t that far behind. He stayed inside you for a moment or two longer before you kissed the side of his head, 

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…” 

“Hm good. You’ll think of me all shift,” He mused setting you on the ground watching your mixed fluids run down your legs before you let the dress fall covering up the mess successfully. 

“You’re an ass.” You grumbled opening the door to the broom closet with a huff, 

“You love me.” He spoke without really thinking, it was the first time he ever said it to anyone let alone you, you looked back over at him with surprise. He winced slightly, “er…sorry-” You cut him off with a kiss, 

“I love you too…” You flushed slyly before scampering off back to your job at the inn he felt his heart clench. 

You really were just too adorable. 

~~~

A letter arrived on his desk by a crow, Techno always kept the window of his study open he liked the fresh air to filter through his stuffy office. The crow let out a caw jumping around a little as Techno took the letter from his leg. He recognized it as one of Phil’s crows almost immediately and tore the letter open with his nails, he grunted a little feeling weight on his leg. He looked down to see his daughter clinging to his pant leg, all smiles and a toothy grin. “Now just what do you think you’re doing nugget?” He mused picking her up by the back of her shirt, she giggled loudly as he plopped her in his lap. Holly had your hair and face shape but she was gifted with Technoblade’s red and black eyes as well as her pointed ears. 

“Mama wanted me to come to get you! She said it’s almost time for dinner,” she hummed nuzzling into his chest, his face softening considerably. 

“Tell her I’ll be in, in a minute alright? I just have some last-minute work to do, tell her your Uncle Phil sent a letter.” 

“Okay, Papa. Love you!” 

“Love you to nugget.” He hummed watching as she squirmed off his lap and disappeared through the door. Techno released a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned over the ink and he felt his jaw tensing at every word. Phil was practically begging for Techno to head North to help his eldest son Wilbur, apparently the man had gotten himself kicked out of his own country by a dictator. Wilbur and his young companion seek to overthrow this new form of government and need Technoblade's help. A favor for an old friend. His past accomplishments spread that far, he was always known to be calculated, cold and ruthless, but he was younger than. He didn’t have anything to live for, no weaknesses, now, however…he looked up to see you standing in the doorway brow creased in stress.

Even worried you still looked ethereal to him, motherhood and age had taken to you kindly. So far your mortal body had barely any grey hairs and you were still as agile and lively as you were when you first met him all those years ago. “Holly said it was Phil?” 

“I need to leave by tomorrow.” He hated the way his voice shook, he had to clear his throat before continuing, “He’s cashing in a favor…” 

“Then Holly and I will come with you, we’ll pack up our things and-” 

“No. No, you can’t come.” Technoblade stood from his desk taking your hands in his own, they were always so small. He cradled them gently as a deep frown settled across your lips, “It’s going to be a revolution. If you and Holly get wrapped up in it who knows what you’ll be used for it’s too dangerous.” He kissed the top of your head in hopes to soothe you, he could smell your anxiety and could practically hear your thoughts spinning. “It won’t be too long…I promise to get you as soon as it’s safe and I’ll send crows to you every single moment I get. You…probably shouldn’t send any back though…in case they’re intercepted.”  

“Techno, what if we lose you and I never know? What if something happens here? I can’t lose you not to something like this, just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.” 

“Sweet Thing.” He tutted a smirk resting on his features, “Technoblade never dies remember?” 

“You’re such an ass.” 

“Yeah but I’m your ass.” He snickered capturing your lips in a kiss, and he felt heat like an ignition curl in his gut. His hands reached around to squeeze your ass and you let out the cutest squeal, 

“Techno not now! Holly’s waiting for us for dinner!” You scolded hitting him lightly on his broad chest, he chuckled softly watching your cheeks puff in frustration. 

“Hm…not now,” He mused trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he felt you shiver beneath his hand. “But tonight. I won’t get to taste you in lord knows how many weeks after today, you’re all mine once Holly is put to sleep.” He could smell the arousal coming off of you in waves and he smirked against your neck, “Yeah sweet thing? Sound good?” 

“Yes…” You whispered quietly face as red as blood, 

“Good girl.” 

When morning came you didn’t want to let Techno out of bed, “Princess I need to go.” He sighed as you buried your face deeper into his chest, you were still stark naked, body covered in bruises and bite marks for last night's escapades. 

“Just stay here with us…” 

“I wish I could. I need to say goodbye to Holly, she was devastated when we told her.” 

“You are her favorite.” 

“I am not.” Technoblade huffed although a bit of pride swirled in his chest, he caught you giving him a look. “Maybe a little, but she’s a daddy’s girl I couldn’t ask for anything better!” 

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled sadly brushing hair away from your face, “I’ll write every day.” 

“Swear?” 

“I swear.” Technoblade noticed the furrow in your brow wouldn't disappear and he placed his large hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong…other than me leaving that is.” 

“Depending on when you return I’m not…I won’t look the same. I’ll be older…What if you don’t recognize me?”

“Even if I’m gone for years I’ll always recognize you. You’re my wife it’s not your beauty that wormed its way into my heart it was your personality. I told you when we got married that even though I’m immortal you’ll always have my soul until the day you die.” He kissed your forehead softly, “Plus I love me an older woman.” “Okay time to leave.” You huffed and he chuckled fondly peppering your face in light kisses, “Send me a letter as soon as you can.”

“Of course. Love you.” 

“Love you too.”

~~~

Trust was always something Technoblade valued, he’s been away from his wife and daughter for years now. Only sending letters and never getting anything in return was slowly killing him, however, he finally began to believe he was safe on the far outskirts of what was once known as L’manburg. His execution came and went and he showed those who were after him that he was never to be trifled with nor was anything he held dear. He felt like it was finally safe for you and Holly to be by his side forever, the only problem was Tommy. This kid was now living with him and Technoblade was beginning to see him as an apprentice, he had always emphasized how important trust was with the boy. He showed him his Wither Skull bunker and that seemed to get the point across and Tommy was much more forthcoming with the hybrid. 

“Tommy pack your stuff we’re going on an adventure, I got one more secret to show you.” 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy seemed more excited about the idea of an adventure than whatever the secret Techno had. “When are we leaving? It's been so boring here lately! All the training has been b-o-r-i-n-g!” He punctuated by throwing an arm around Technoblade’s shoulders, the hybrid shoved him off with a huff. 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” Tommy mimicked wiggling his fingers, 

“You know maybe I won’t take you with me-” 

“Big man! Big man come on I was kidding! Don’t be like that!” 

“We’re leaving at dawn. You’re in charge of packing the food and water for yourself understand? I’ll let you borrow one of my horses.” 

“Carl?” 

“Absolutely not.”

The morning rolled around and it was Tommy who was up and awake first, on occasion Tommy reminded him of Holly, even if it has been a few years since he saw his daughter. They both had the same energy at times and maybe that’s why Techno always had an odd sort of soft spot for the blonde boy. Technoblade got both of their horses set up and put the saddlebags on making sure to fill it with enough rations for the both of them because knowing Tommy he probably wouldn’t listen to Technoblade’s instructions. Tommy was beside him with his turtle shell helmet on top of his head and the ax of peace was strapped securely to his back. They set off due South, every so often Technoblade would look at the sky to make sure they were going in the proper direction. Even though he hadn’t been to your village in years he still knew the way there like the back of his hand. 

After all, Technoblade never forgot a place that held such meaning. 

It took them about a full day to get there, the moon was rising in the sky as they approached the village. Tommy’s face was set into a frown his eyebrows raised practically into his forehead, “So…is this a pit stop for the night or?” 

“Nah this is it.” 

“Er…I hate to break it to you but this is just like any old village? What’s so special about a dumb village? They got like epic trades or some shit?” Techno rolled his eyes hopping off Carl and tying him safely to a fence post and motioned for Tommy to do the same, his young companion did the same with a little trepidation. 

“Come on I’ll show you,” Technoblade began to walk through the rows of houses the villagers who were awake seemed to stop and grin at the very sight of the hybrid. Hushed whispers began to filter through Tommy’s ears and he subconsciously pressed himself closer to Techno, 

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’ 

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’ 

Tommy wasn’t sure who this ‘(y/n)’ person was but ran into Technoblade’s back as he suddenly stopped short. They were standing in front of a cottage, beautiful vines wrapped around the wood and it seemed like wisteria were growing. You always loved to garden and the house looked beautiful, even more, beautiful than when he left it. The door swung open and before them was a young, teenage girl her (h/c) hair was pulled into two twin braids little tusks poked out from her bottom lip. Her eyes seemed to swell up with tears a pout settled on her face, Tommy looked between the girl and Techno and his stomach flipped the resemblance was uncanny. 

“Hey Nugget…” The girl made a noise launching herself at Technoblade, Tommy moved quickly to grab his sword but paused seeing Technoblade wrap his arm tightly around the girl. She was sobbing and Technoblade kissed all over the side of her head, looking at her more gently than he’s ever looked eat everyone. “I missed you…” 

“I missed you too dad…”

Tommy blanched, “Did she just say, dad?! Techno man what the fu-” 

Techno didn’t seem to be listening to Tommy because an older woman appeared in the doorway, the late thirties or early forties at most, her hair was speckled with grey but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were as wide as saucers an apron was tied around her waist, “Technoblade?” 

“Princess!” Techno let out an almost wet laugh charging to the door and wrapping you in his arms. Your scent was the same cedar and strawberries he almost cried smelling it on your skin, you were just as beautiful as he remembered you being. “I’m home…” Now she did begin to cry, weep openly in fact, she pulled away smashing her lips against Techno’s who gave a soft groan of pleasure. How he missed the feeling of your lips on his own, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless but his daughter and friend were watching. He rested his forehead against your own, he Tommy was cursing like a disgusted sailor behind him but he didn’t care, he only cared about your voice.

“Safe? Are we finally safe?” 

“Yes, sweetpea. We are safe.” Technoblade whispered softly before pulling away completely, “Tommy come here.” Techno waved the boy over, he hesitantly walked towards the two aware of the teenager following behind him. “Tommy this is my wife (Y/n) and our daughter Holly,” He introduced and Tommy’s jaw went slack, “Sweetpea this is Tommy, my apprentice.” 

“You have a wife and you never told me! A wife! Am I the only one without a wife!” He practically shrieked, “And you have a kid? What the fuck Technoblade! How?! Why?” Tommy looked at you in awe, “this one really? What the living fuck! Who else knows about this!”

“Just Phil and now you.” 

That seemed to stun the blonde into silence, “Only me and Phil?” 

“Phil and I.” Holly corrected with a cute twitch of her ears, Tommy glared at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“Holly be polite.” You scolded softly opening your arms and wrapping Tommy in a hug, he made a sound of stress blinking a few times, “Welcome to the family Tommy.” He grew stiff in your hold before letting out a shaky breath and hugging you back in return, he held on probably a little longer than necessary. 

“Thank you…” He whispered against your neck before pulling away with a cough, “It’s nice to meet you wife and child of Technoblade.” 

“The pleasure is ours, please come in I just finished making dinner. There’s more than enough to go around, I never could break the habit of cooking for three.” You laughed softly feeling Technoblade’s hand on your back grounding you to the moment, “Do you like steak?” 

It took Tommy a moment to register she was talking to him, “Er yeah. Sounds good to me, I’m not one to complain about free food.” 

“Potatoes just the way you like it too Techno.” 

“You’re such a saint,” He breathed leading you through the door and everyone else followed behind the husband and wife duo. Tommy looked around the small cottage taking in everything that involved Technoblade in his earlier years, before L’manburg before the war. He fell back and watched as Holly took her seat at the table, and Techno sat beside her it’s when he could really take in the resemblance between the self-proclaimed blood god and his daughter. You were cooking on the stove smiling to yourself, he still couldn’t believe he was hiding an entirely new life and one that was so domestic. “Tommy. Take a seat. You look like you’re going to shit your pants.”

“Language.” Holly hummed and Techno let out a disgruntled ‘heh’ in response to his own daughter's scolding. Tommy snickered sitting on the other side of Technoblade turning to you, 

“So I have to ask how good is Techno in bed?” 

“Tommy!” Technoblade snarled face glowing red, you only laughed in response to his question, 

“You’re a troublemaker aren’t you?” You mused setting dinner down in front of him, and Tommy scoffed 

“Nah I’m a basically a saint lady. Don’t I just radiate angelic innocence?” 

“You radiate something all right,” Techno grunted, and this time it was Holly who snickered clearly enjoying the bickering. 

After dinner, you helped Tommy set himself up in the guest room, which he was very much grateful for, loudly declaring that you two love birds and keeping the volume down before disappearing. Techno’s arms immediately snaked around your waist squeezing you tightly, lips and trailing down your neck tenderly. He felt your neck vibrate as you let out a pleased and breathless hum, “Bed?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Once the two of you were secure and safe inside the room Technoblade allowed himself to finally fully relax in the presence of his once own home. He glanced over at you and felt himself smiling, mostly due to the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since he arrived back here. “Come here, Sweet Thing.” He opened his arms and you fell into them, “We’ve both had quite the adventure huh?”

“Shut up and hold me…” 

He chuckled running his hands through your hair, “It looks good all salt and peppery I like it.” You pulled away to glare up at him, he noticed the wrinkles by your eyes and lips and felt his heart swell with adoration. “What? I do you’re aging like a fine wine. I love it age looks good on you. Just like pregnancy did- Ow don’t hit me!” 

“You’re just as horny as when I left. Age didn’t do you well it seems, you didn’t mature at all.” You scoffed but your voice was light and airy, showing no real malice and Techno’s grin only widened. 

“I’d argue I’m hornier because we’ve both had quite the dry spell, a few years now right?” He teased and he watched you flush pink. His hands were already on your ass giving it a playful squeeze, “unless, of course, you’ve been a naughty little girl hm?” 

“Of course not.” You answered quickly, “you’re my husband. You’re the only one for me, I love you.” He felt his heart swell immensely hearing those three words and he captured your lips in a kiss and he sighed softly against them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him flush he awkwardly backed up his legs hitting the bed before pulling you down on top of him. 

“You’re coming home with me. You and Holly, it’s safe I’m never going to be without you again. Neither of you girls. Phil, Tommy, and I will protect you I’d trust them with my life.” 

“Promise me.” You whispered lips hovering above his own, “That we’ll be with you for the rest of our lives?” 

“I swear it,” Technoblade assured, hands cupping your cheeks, “We will spend the rest of our lives by one another's side.” He groaned once more as your lips connected with his own, he really couldn’t believe how touch-starved he was without you by his side. “You’re so hot seriously, you’re like a sexy mom.” 

“I am a sexy mom.” You snorted as he broke the heated kiss with the comment, 

“Yeah but I feel like I’m like you’re my friend's mom and we’re home from school and me and you are having a scandalous relationship-” 

“You’re disgusting.” You sat upon his hips throwing your head back in laughter, he smiled bringing his lips to your neck nipping at your jugular.

“MILF.” 

“You’re a child.” You snorted letting out a small whine as he dragged his tusks down the collum of your neck, “Techno…” 

“Yes?” 

“Fuck me?” 

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” He purred.

~~~

It wasn’t long after you returned with Tommy and Technoblade when you fell ill for the first time, neither you nor Holly seemed used to the cold atmosphere where he made his home. It remind Techno how fragile you were and he fretted over you like a nervous parent would a toddler. You assured him it was just the flu and you’d be recovered in no time, you were right as usual and you soon adapted to the cold. Holly fell in love with her new home, she especially liked to spend time with Uncle Phil and Techno’s new neighbor Ranboo. As the years went by no one dared to mess with him or his happy little family, especially after the SMP got word of what Technoblade did to Quackity when he kidnapped Techno’s horse. They couldn’t even begin to imagine what Techno would do to someone who harmed his wife or child they would shiver at even the thought of the repercussions. As the years grew Techno remained the same age, the same looking he watched the world around him grow and change while he and Phil remained the only constants. He watched as Holly grew into a lovely young woman, with a knack for adventuring and getting into trouble with Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo. She was just as reckless as Technoblade was at her age which was saying a lot, he felt like he always had to have one eye out for her which was hard to do when he had the other eye trained on you. Your hair had finally went fully white and it matched the snow outside their home, but you still held your smile and the light in your eyes. However, he couldn’t help but fret over you, it was clear your body was growing weaker and weaker as the years continued to tick by. 

Then you got sick. 

Not like the flu, this one swept you all too quickly one winter leaving you throwing up and coughing blood up into tissues in a way like Techno had never seen before. Phil and he tried all sorts of healing potions but nothing seemed to work, you only grew worse until you could barely get out of bed. Phil had whispered to Techno that night that he needed to prepare to lose you a little sooner than he expected. Techno felt his heart shatter at the idea, they didn’t have enough time together. He fell into a spiteful rage bubble in his gut, not at you but at the gods for cursing you with the ability to age. Cursing the gods of time that so much of his had to be spent away from you and his daughter, it wasn’t fair. You were still so young…weren’t you? He had stopped counting, as the numbers increased it only made worry and anxiety churn in his gut. Maybe he should’ve kept better track, if he did maybe he would’ve caught the illness more quickly and you would still be okay. 

“Mate you need to go be with her…” Phil interrupted his self-destructing thoughts, “You should spend however long you have left with her by her side and smiling.” 

Death was never easy, not for anybody but especially not for an immortal. As he held his lover's hand, he watched her eyes close peacefully, her white hair framed her face like a halo. He took in her appearance, smile lines, and forehead wrinkles, but she kept her love and her sharp wit throughout their life. He thought back on the many times as he got older that you told him he should move on but he never did. You were his soulmate, his lover, and his person. The child the both of you made was in the other room weeping softly, but he wanted- no needed- to stay with his wife. 

“It’s okay…we’re all here you can let go now sweet thing. My beautful, princess.”

A whisper like a butterfly's breath was all it took for you to go. He watched her breathing slow, the breaths were long until they finally came to a stop. It didn’t stop the tears from falling, fat and wet down his cheeks. He wished he could’ve died with you, he would’ve given up everything for you. He would’ve fought even the strongest Gods if it meant he could have even one more night by your side. He felt his body shaking as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you were older physically but to him, you were still the same you from all those moons ago. It was then he realized his father had been right all along. 

Immortality was a curse.

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[aiiwa]

SUMMERS WITH YOU — OIKAWA TOORU.

— oikawa tooru.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, a tiny, tiny bit nsfw - i can’t help it. not really proof read since its 4am.

word count: 1.7k

— a/n: it was about time i wrote a fic for him hehe. what if i said this was originally a hawks fic i wrote but never posted lol.

— navi. | m.list

oikawa loved summer.

summer mornings where the sun would bathe you in its radiance; capturing the soft glow of your bare back, and the cheeky glint in your eyes as you rolled on your side to face him. you’d giggle at the way your hair stuck out at odd angles, leaning into his touch as he brushed the strands away from your face. and with a pretty smile on your pink lips, you’d whisper the sweetest, “good morning, babe,” leaving oikawa with no choice but to pull you on top of him. he’d claim just five minutes of cuddling, ignoring the roll of your eyes as you snuggled into his warm chest. it was always an hour later that the two of you would leave the comfort of your shared bed.

then there were summer days spent at the beach, with you laid out on your stomach between his toned legs. oikawa could taste the sea salt, and a hit of your cherry lip gloss, on his tongue; a smirk tugging at his mouth as he remembered the kiss he’d stolen from you in the parking lot. electrifying tingles spreading across the palms of his big hands, as he continued to rub the cool lotion on your smooth skin - hands moving lower and lower-

“ah, tooru.” you hiss as his wandering fingers massaged dangerously close to your clothed heat, brushing the underside of your lush thighs. you turned back to playfully glare at him. “watch it, there’s people here.”

“oh c’mon, mi amor. that’s never stopped us before, has it?” when he teasingly dips under your rose tinted bikini bottoms, pads of his long fingers trailing a scorching path against you - it was fair to say he earned the swift dig to his side with the heel of your foot. “ow, baby, shit that hurt.”

holding his side as if he were a wounded soldier, he stared at you with pouty lips and wide eyes, insisting you kiss it better. and when you had sat up to, begrudgingly, press a kiss to his poor boo boo; you’d find yourself in his lap, with his lips moulded to yours. it was easy to say days at the beach usually ended much easier than you wanted them to.

but the warm summer nights spent with you, were his favourite.

intimate dinners prepared together, were eaten on the balcony of your shared apartment - a real gem located right by the water, and a short walk away from the markets you frequented. oikawa would refuse to eat unless you had taken a seat on your throne, rather his lap; which was right where you belonged. and he always got his way. so together you would eat, with you talking animatedly about your day, and him relishing in the feel of your body against his.

after washing and drying the dishes, oikawa had offered a walk along the beach - a makeshift apology for cutting your beach time in the daylight short. though he didn’t seem the least bit sorry, you still agreed.

so walking hand in hand, you tugged him to a stop before the gentle tides.

the golden sun had long set, in its place a full moon high up in the darkened sky; wispy clouds were sparse, allowing the bright constellations of the glittering stars to be seen. but with the way you stared up into the heavens - the shadowed angle of your jaw, the soft curve of your cheek, as your sweet lips parted slightly in awe - oikawa could feel his mouth run dry. the stars, the moon, the galaxy; had absolutely nothing on you.

he hadn’t even noticed you were speaking to him, his heart beating heavily in his ears until you turned around and...and…

“holy fuck, mi amor...you’re an angel.”

your eyes widened at his admission, a giggle escaping your mouth before you shyly lowered your gaze, long lashes brushing your heated cheeks. the chalk-white moon beamed from behind your silhouette, the luminescence haloing around your body, an ethereal glow that had oikawa believing he had truly been blessed with an angel. he held his breath when you looked back up at him; pink tongue swiping across your bottom lip, oikawa mimicking the same motion wantingly.

“how about a swim?” you propose, brushing your hand across the back of your lithe neck, down to your chest.

“oh? do you want me to grab our suits?” he asks distractedly.

his eyes focus on your hand trailing down the side of your body, dusting the trim of your white baby doll dress that barely brushed the top of your thighs. his hands began to twitch at the obvious teasing, so eager to touch you.

“no need.” and with a smirk, you swiftly pull the dress over your head, revealing yourself fully to him.

oikawa gapes, as he commits every luscious curve and sexy dip of your exposed flesh. every time you stood before him, in all your unrivaled beauty, it was always like he was seeing you for the first time. as if he was still that same senior in high school who almost combusted at the sight of your naked flesh; rather than the professional volleyball player who had learned and loved your body every day and night. he couldn’t help but thank whichever god was watching over him; blessing his eyes, and his eyes only, with you.

suddenly remembering where the two of you were, and with the thought of other undeserving eyes being able to see what was his; he forced his gaze away from you. keen eyes scanned the perimeter of the beach, only relaxing a bit when he was certain the two of you were the only ones out.

“tooru.” you called out for him, the sound of your soft voice sent a shiver down his spine. you commandeered his attention and he was all-willing.

refocusing on you, he held in the groan that almost escaped his lips. you had waded into the water, shaped legs languidly gliding through the waves, and the sightly view of your full ass was obstructed once you halted your movement, hip-deep in the water. it was unfair how easily you made his body react to you; ragged breaths, heat spreading across his body, and the uncomfortable tightening in the crotch of his shorts, were telling.

“are you gonna strip and join me?” the question was almost innocent, but from the lilt in your tone, oikawa knew it was anything but. especially when you smirked and teased him over your shoulder. “come and get me, oh great king.”

oikawa was sure he’d achieved a new record with how fast he had torn off his clothes to chase after you. with a shriek you had attempted to run off, though the sound of your laughter was cut off once he easily trapped you with his arms around your waist. leaning down, he nuzzles his face into the smooth spaces between your shoulder and jaw, inhaling deeply, an crooning at the smell of your scent invading his senses.

he began peppering a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the sweet and saltiness of your skin; your small hands grasped at his arms around your waist, arching back into him. he halted by your ear with hot, bated breaths.

“i caught you, mi amor.” he hummed throatily.

wriggling in his grasp and turning around to face him, oikawa felt his breath leave him once again. the sound of his racing heart beating echoed in his ears as he took in the vision of you before him.

you were flush against him, the soft cushioning of your chest against his own; had his straining member pressed into your belly twitch, eager for your attention. oikawa was ready to beg for your touch, to put him out of his misery, but his clouded thoughts were pushed aside.

your fingers trailed from his wrists, upwards, tracing the veins of his forearms and giving his biceps a self-indulgent squeeze. reaching his broad shoulders, you almost had to tip toe to slide the flat of your palms around his neck; one reaching further to tangle into the tufts of coffee-toned hair at his nape. tugging at the strands, oikawa releases a whine as you pulled yourself closer to him. craning your neck to look up at him, he glances down and gulps audibly at the emotion painted on your pretty features.

“i hope you know you’ve caught me for life.” you whisper to him, tightening your grip almost painfully. “i’m so deeply in love with you, if you ever left me...i-”

overwhelmed with the purity of your love and raw affection, oikawa let’s his instincts take over. bending his knees, he slides his large hands down your body, lifting you up into him by the silky underside of you ass. like second nature, your ankles lock together behind his back, and the gasp that tries to escape your mouth is swallowed as he presses his lips to yours.

at first the kiss is slow and familiar. swiping his tongue across the soft pout of your bottom lip, he welcomes the tastes of the cherry-flavoured lustre. the heat shared between your flushed besides increasingly becomes scorching hot, the shape of you searing into his skin. oikawa wonders if you can feel his heart trying to escape the confines of his heaving chest; when you melt in his hold, delicate hand tracing along the scruff of his jaw as you deepen the kiss. his fingers dig bruises deep in your thighs, grinding you against the taut muscles of his abs.

yet it was when you gently suckled on his tongue, that oikawa submitted himself to you. the guttural sound that escaped the back of his throat was slightly muffled, and only encouraged you further. feeling himself almost being fully consumed by you, oikawa pulls away. breathless - the lewd string of silver connecting your mouths, and the dazed look in your eyes did nothing to calm him.

oikawa may have loved summer, but he loved you even more. so he leans forward again, pressing his damp forehead against your own, your laboured breaths caressing his mouth as he swore to you;

“we’re forever, mi amor. i’m never letting you go, in this time or the next. i love you.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[bobafetts-princess]

karie my darling huge congrats on 700, that's incredible!! you absolutely deserve recognition for your top tier writing and generally warm and wonderful vibes 🥺💞

can we get #73 (Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes) with Paz?

Leo you’re so kind I’m gonna CRY 😭😭

This one was a BLAST to write and I hope I did Paz justice!

Paz x Short!Fem!Reader under the cut!

No warnings, just tooth-rotting fluff and a Mandalorian wedding.

Join the celebration here!

Fucking maker you’re nervous. Your friends and family said ‘oh it’s normal to be nervous on your wedding’ but you’re nervous for a different kind of reason. You decided to go off and marry a Mandalorian, so while you’d fallen in love with your soon-to-be-husband, you had no idea what he looked like.

You aren’t shallow so you really don’t care what he looks like, but it’s still a little scary. But the way he looks will never change the way you feel about him, and with that thought you adjust the necklace that carries Paz’s family crest on it and you head out to meet your husband-to-be.

The aisle-way is short and you’re so thankful because your legs are shaking so bad you might fall over. Paz is standing at the end of it, next to the clan leader, and he looks as nervous as you feel; at least as nervous as a fully armored Mandalorian can look.

You smile up at him, one of his hands clasping with yours, the other reaching down to finger the deep blue of your skirts. You’d picked the soft material because it matched his armor perfectly and you thought he would enjoy it. His hand shifts, coming up to cup your face as he speaks to you.

“You look beautiful, cyare,” and even through the the grit of the vocoder, you can hear the softness there. His clan leader instructs the two of you to hold hands and the ceremony begins.

It’s short and sweet, only a few short words about how the clan leader believes you truly belong together and then you recite your vows.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde,” he tells you in Mando’a. The inky blackness of his visor holds your gaze softly as he repeats himself in Basic. “We are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors,”

The tears are falling from your cheeks as you raise a hand to cup his helmet where his cheek would be as you recite them back to him, first in Basic and then Mando’a. You can feel how surprised he is to hear you speaking his native language but you worked a lot with Din to make sure you could say them correctly. The clan leader gives you the tribes blessing and then Paz is reaching down, pulling you in and pressing his forehead against yours in place of a kiss.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you whisper to him, wrapping your hand around the back of his helmet.

“I love you too,” he whispers back.

-

Later in your newly shared quarters he sits you down on the bed, covering your eyes with your hands.

“I haven’t taken my helmet off in front of another person since I was a young teenager, mesh’la,” he says, nerves wracking his tone.

“I know Paz. We don’t have to tonight if you aren’t ready,” you promise, hand still over your eyes. You can’t see him but he nods, taking a deep breath that rises his shoulders.

“I know mesh’la, but I want to,” he tells you and his voice seems softer now, different somehow, but you can’t pinpoint exactly what it is until you feel a pair of lips against your forehead. You gasp, keeping your hand glued to your face in case he changes his mind.

He doesn’t though, gently peeling your hand away from your face before stepping back. Your eyes are still closed, nervous to make him uncomfortable but he prompts you gently to open them.

Fucking maker it’s a beautiful sight when you do, his features exactly what you’re expecting yet better at the same time. It didn’t matter that you’d never seen his face before because the face he’s revealed to you is perfect. You realize you’ve been staring for too long when he finally speaks.

“My mug really that ugly?” He jokes, hand coming up to scratch at the scruff on his chin.

“Gods no, Paz. You’re fucking beautiful,” you say before asking, “can I kiss my husband now?” He nods, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you up against him. He’s so tall that he needs to lean down and you need to press up on your toes to reach his face. He cups a hand around your neck, much like he did during the ceremony, before he presses his soft lips against yours.

It’s soft, gentle, almost tentative but it’s perfect. The two of you pull away and he laughs.

“That’s what I’ve been missing out on? I’m going to be kissing you every chance I get,” and you laugh too because that sounds like a damn good idea.

[lovemeleo]

if you would write coops vacation fluff of any kind that would be lovely 💗

Fluffy vacation coops? Yes please! Those boys need a vacation, so let’s do it. I hope you enjoy, anon! The SW world belongs to the amazing @lumosinlove. 

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The warmth of the island sun shone through the window of their cabana, warming the white sheets that covered them. Remus slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes, joints cracking as he stretched across the bed. His right hand reached to trace over Sirius’s side, watching as his chest rose and fell. This was the best part of vacations, not rushing anywhere, no early practice, just relaxing.

They had decided after the season was over, they’d go away. Sirius didn’t really care where they went, he wanted to get away from everything and enjoy some time, just the two of them. After some deliberation, they decided on a cabana in the Bahamas. The Cubs had recommended it, going on about how beautiful it was and the amazing beach. A week and a half in the Bahamas. How could they say no to that?

This was their third day and Remus wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave. The first day, they slept off the jetlag and then spent the entire second day roaming the small city nearby their cabana.

Sirius was already golden from their time out in the sun, his skin seeming to glow against the white of the sheets. Remus moved closer to the other man, pressing kisses up his shoulder. He felt Sirius lean farther into him, humming happily.

“G’morning, mon loup.” Sirius mumbled sleepily, turning to face Remus. He had pillow lines pressed into his cheek, and hair a mess, but Remus still thought he was the most beautiful person on the planet.

Remus pushed his way into Sirius’s arms, nuzzling into his chest, “Morning, baby. Sleep well?” he asked.

Pressing a kiss to the top of Remus’s head, Sirius nodded, “I think it’s impossible to not sleep well here. The sound of the waves are really soothing.” He murmured, resting his head back onto the pillow.

“Yeah, maybe we should get a sound machine when we get home.” Remus suggested, reaching up to trace the scruff that had begun to grow on Sirius’s jaw. He had shaved it at the end of the season but was now letting it grow out again since ‘it’s a vacation, Re, why do I need to shave?’

Sirius pressed a kiss to his lips before he sat up, stretching his arms above his head, “I don’t think it would be the same. Wanna go lay on the beach today?”

Nodding, Remus started to get up, “Fuck yes. Just wanna lay in the sand all day. I’m excited to go on an actual beach.” He said, digging through his suitcase for his swim trunks. 

When he turned around, Sirius was looking at him with a weird look, “An actual beach?”

Remus chuckled as he changed, “Yeah, babe. Wisconsin isn’t really known for it’s beaches. They have like rocks instead of sand, and the water is cold as hell.”

“That sounds horrible. Let’s get you in the sun, Loops.” Sirius said as he pulled on a pair of trunks. 

Remus was trying very hard not to drool. 

Sirius was wearing a new pair of white trunks and fuck, they looked so good on him. A white made his tan look even better, and they were just the right amount of snug around his thighs. God bless hockey thighs.

When Remus looked up again, Sirius was smirking, “Like what you see, Re?” Remus rolled his eyes but he knew his cheeks were flushed.

“Shut up, you know you look good, you shit.” Remus said with a laugh, throwing his pajama pants at his boyfriend’s face. 

Sirius reached over, pulling the shorter boy to his chest, “You look pretty good yourself, mon amour.” He reached around, squeezing Remus’s butt cheekily. They had gotten similar trunks, but Remus’s were a dark blue and just a tad longer. 

Remus huffed fondly, “Stop groping me, you dork. Let’s go.” He slipped on his sandals before grabbing the beach bag, filled with sunscreen, towels and other various beachy items Sirius felt the need to buy at the store.

The back steps of their cabana connected to the small private beach, a big perk the Cubs had told them. Looking at it now, they would have to agree. Their feet met soft white sand as they walked off the steps, heading toward the edge where the sand met clear blue water. 

“Wow.” Remus murmured as they set out the towels. 

Sirius was running into the water the second he had thrown his things down, waves splashing around his legs before he dived in, laughing happily. Remus watched him with a grin as he began applying sunscreen. While his boyfriend could be in the sun for hours and just get more golden, Remus tended to lean towards the coloring of a lobster.

Popping up from the water, Sirius shook out his hair like a dog, “Loops, c’mon. This water is perfect.” 

Remus couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face as he got up, “‘m coming.” He walked into the water, wiggling his toes happily. The water was so nice, nothing like their Wisconsin waters. It wasn’t too warm, just the perfect temperature. Sirius was pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he was close enough. 

“You were made to be in the sun, mon loup. You fucking shine.” Sirius murmured against his lips. He could feel Remus’s mouth turn up in a smile as they kissed. 

Remus leaned into his touch, humming happily, “I love you so much, baby.”

“Love you too, mon loup.” Sirius whispered, wrapping his arms around the shorter man’s waist. They stood there for a while, just holding one another in the ocean.

Next week, they’d have to go back. Back to Gryffindor and it’s cold weather, and their early morning practices. But for now, the sun was shining down on them and they had nowhere to be for quite awhile. So they’d enjoy the sound of the waves while they could.

[kopikokun]

Little Thief༄ h.rj

↳ Renjun’s a seasoned rebel, but you’re a little bland, so he teaches you how to spice life up.

pairing: delinquent!renjun x gn reader

genre: fluff 

warning(s): characters participate in petty crimes (shoplifting)

word count: 736 words

☆༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: get used to me (aim vision) ✧ new invention (i don’t know how but they found me ✧ american money (børns) ✧ up to no good (the hoosiers)

← BACK TO NAVI.

This is insane. You’re committing a crime. You’ll be caught, prosecuted, hurled into a jail cell and then into hell to eternally rot for your transgressions. Ivy league schools, adopting a pet, travelling, buying your first home–your future–can be kissed goodbye. Goodbye freedom, family, friends–

     “Can you stop fidgeting? You’re making it very obvious that we’re shoplifting.”

     Your head swivels, scanning the perimeter. Thankfully, nobody’s within earshot, just some old woman sifting through her purse, and–bless her–you doubt she heard anything. You smack Renjun’s bicep. “Oh yeah, shout it out to the whole world. Go ahead and get us caught.”

     “Well, if you insist–”

     Renjun’s head reclines as you tug on the scruff of his neck–gently, you promise. “Shut up. I’m serious, Renjun.”

     “Damn,” he winces when you let go, rubbing his nape, “chill out. I won’t get us caught. I’ve done this plenty of times. Could do it with my eyes closed, I bet.”

     “Wow, you sure are a model citizen.” You roll your eyes, but you’re reassured by his deplorability. At least, you’ve got a seasoned felon teaching you how to shoplift. God, he’s already begun to taint your law-abiding soul. “So, what now? I just walk out?”

     He nods.

     “But, don’t we need a cover? Won’t they wonder why we’re just walking out without buying anything?”

     “Aw,” Renjun coos, patting your head rather aggressively–spitefully almost, “look at my little thief. You’re all grown up now, wondering about covers.” You slap his hand away, and he grins. Not the reaction you were hoping for. “We don’t really need to since this is a chain. They won’t find it odd if we just walk out, but I’ll buy something if that makes you feel better, huh?”

     He’s incredibly condescending with that lax smile and smug posture; shoulders slack, hands in pockets. You’re tempted to spit in his face, but that’d probably make him laugh. Sicko. “Yeah, sure,” you grit out, irises blazing.

     Renjun’s eyes flicker to the display behind you, and he reaches towards it with his left arm, right still in his pocket. He’s basically caging you in, kabedon style, but it’s far from romantic. It’s tense, sure, but for different reasons. He doesn’t break eye-contact, and you hold your ground. That seems to entertain him, as evidenced by his growing grin. Renjun’s face is inches from yours, and his breath hot as he whispers, “Don’t wuss out on me.”

     “I won’t,” you say. He stands upright, twirling a keychain around his index finger. It reads I Did It! in flamboyant red. It’s revolting. Who in their sane mind would buy that?

     Renjun, apparently, as he slides the keychain towards the cashier. The contraband sits heavy in your sweater’s sleeve: an eraser. You were brutalised by Renjun’s teasing for how meagre it is. Admittedly, it’s a small spoil, but you told him it wasn’t shrewd to bite off more than you could chew. He’d rolled his eyes at that, telling you to ‘spare the wise words’.

     Tablets of perspiration film your palms. The cashier seems oblivious, swiping the barcode scanner across the keychain’s back. Her voice is impassive as she mutters the price. You half-expect to be ambushed, for her lethargy to be a set-up, and for a SWAT team to come barreling through the shop doors with a helicopter whirring overhead.

     Nothing happens.

     Renjun pays for the keychain, the cashier wishes the two of you a good day, and you walk out, unharmed; no SWAT team, no FBI, no nothing. Silence. Just your soles padding against the concrete.

     “So? How do you feel?” asks Renjun, keychain tinkling around his finger.

     You hesitate, frankly unsure. On one hand, you’ve just violated the law, but on the other…

     “Surprisingly… good. Alive.” Your lip twitches with the pull of a smile.

     “Man, nothing like that first-time adrenaline rush,” sighs Renjun wistfully. The keychain stops pivoting. “Put your hand out.”

     “Why?”

     “Just do it.”

     You’re in high spirits–humouring Renjun wouldn’t hurt–so your palm splays out before him. He grins again, and rests his clenched fist atop yours. His lithe fingers unfurl, and there, its cheap plastic cool against your flesh, is that hideous keychain: I Did It!

      “For keepsake. To remember that rush from the first-time,” he says. “Welcome to the world of crime, little thief.” Renjun axles on one heel, sauntering ahead, but his grin doesn’t go unnoticed. You don’t mind it as much this time.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Wedding Fluff

A/N: Got this request a while back and Tumblr was giving me a hard time with this. I’m so sorry for the delay anon! I’ve tweaked it a bit here and there. Hope you like it :)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Word count: 1730

Warnings: 18+ stuff, NSFW, Tooth-rotting fluff and SMUT!!

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Butterflies. You felt a thousand butterflies in your belly as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your dress for the hundredth time. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought about this day, and yet it was all a reality now.

It was almost time!

“You look lovely, Lady (Y/L/N).” you turned to see your maid of honour Lady Sif, emerging from her changing room to yours, carrying a bridal bouquet in hand. She walked behind you and fixed your veil while giving you a reassuring smile.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you smiled back and thanked her. She was describing Asgardian wedding traditions to you, to which you were half paying attention; most of your thoughts taken up by the fact that you were about to walk down the aisle in front of hundreds of people, to be married to the love of your life.

There was a loud knock on the door and your heart almost jumped out of your ribcage. Lady Sif went to answer it and kept whispering furiously to the person on the other side. You caught a ‘you cannot be here’ before the door was pushed wide open revealing the visitor.

Thor walked in leaving Lady Sif huffing as she closed the door behind her. He spotted you and he stopped in his tracks. Eyes roamed every inch of you as he stalked closer and closer, a look of wonder, love and disbelief donning his face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here Thor.” You adjusted your posture and turned to face the mirror once again, though you were blushing a little on the inside looking at his reaction.

He stopped right behind you, arms encircled your waist as he locked eyes with you in the reflection, “I can’t leave now. You look like an angel.”

“And you’re exaggerating.” blushing crimson at this point, you dismissed him, never knowing how to take a compliment.

“The groom cannot see the bride before the ceremony, it’s considered bad luck.” You explained.

“It is a silly Midgardian tradition. And I don’t care.” He placed soft kisses up your neck and behind your ear.

“But we are on Earth.” You argued, giggling as his scruff tickled. You closed your eyes and hummed as his kisses made your nerves melt away.

Technically, you were in New Asgard which was in Tønsberg, Norway. After the destruction of Thor’s home planet, their people had settled here. It wasn’t exactly a match for Asgard, as Thor had described it, but it was home now. So the wedding was going to be a beautiful amalgamation of both the traditions.

Your reverie was broken when Lady Sif opened the door harshly and stormed in, making you break away.

“Your ten minutes is up, Thor. They’re ready for you.” She said staring pointedly at him.

After placing another kiss to your cheek, he left you alone with Lady Sif and walked out.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled widely, taking a deep breath.

…

The ceremony took place on a cliff overlooking the majestic sea. The setting, food, drinks, even the weather was picture perfect beautiful. Albeit it wasn’t on Thor’s home planet, with golden palaces, royal gardens or all his loved ones all present to share this special day with you, it was nothing short of special yet spectacular.

The reception was being held under a magnificent looking canopy, it was abuzz with music and cheerful chatter as it filled the atmosphere as the wedding progressed to your first official dance as husband and wife. The whole ‘happiest day of your life’ cliché had come true and you were pretty sure your cheeks had started to ache from smiling so much. You couldn’t help it.

The band changed the song to a slow number as you wound your arms around Thor’s torso and rest your cheek against his steady beating heart, hugging him close as you swayed from side to side.

“We did it Mr. Odinson.” You murmured with your eyes closed.

A hearty chuckle reverberated from his chest making you grin, “We did it, Mrs. Odinson.”

You lifted your face to look up at him, seeing nothing but unadulterated happiness and love swimming in his mismatched yet still dreamy eyes.

“I like the sound of that.” You whispered as you reached up to capture his lips in a kiss.

After you parted, he pressed his lips to your ear and breathed, “I can’t wait to have you all by myself tonight, my love.” The words sent shivers down your spine as anticipation for what’s to come grew stronger inside you.

…

After the festivities had ended, you could feel the exhaustion of the day starting to set in. Saying your goodbyes you began walking hand-in-hand towards your house but Thor stopped you.

“I thought the cottage was this way.” You laughed, confused as to why your now husband was facing the other way.

“I have a small surprise for you. For us.” His blue eyes shining with excitement.

He revealed nothing as you both strolled along an unfamiliar path, passers-by congratulating and blessing you on your way there. The sun was just about setting leaving the surroundings in a tranquil, gorgeous orange glow.

Thor asked you to close your eyes as you turned around a narrower path to which you obliged, you had never seen him this ecstatic in a while.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

The sight before you left an audible gasp from your mouth. A rustic yet modern looking mini castle came into view. It looked like something that had appeared right out of a fairy-tale.

“Our new home, my love. Do you like it?” he asked, voice full of hope.

Smiling widely as you fought back tears you turned to face him, “Like it? It’s perfect Thor. Let’s see it from the inside, come on.” You grabbed his hand and went in eagerly.

…

“And finally this will be our bedroom.”

After the tour of your ‘palace’, Thor opened your bedroom door. It was a huge room complete with a four-poster bed with candles placed on the side tables and all around, making the room glow in soft yellow light. Stunning.

“I still don’t think any of this is real. I have no words, I really don’t. Thank you.” you were overcome with emotion at that point, thanking your lucky stars. Turning, you walked towards him and jumped in his open arms to kiss him.

“You don’t have to thank me. I would do anything for you, my love.” He said in between kisses. He slowly walked you back towards the bed, never breaking the kiss, and sat down.

You broke the kiss to undress yourself, as much as the dress was comfortable for a wedding gown, it was time to take it off now. As you slowly stripped, your husband’s eyes grew darker with lust and need, never breaking eye contact as he too got out of his tux.

Once down to your lacy wedding lingerie, you placed your knees on either side of the bed sitting in his lap. Grabbing his face you kissed him with every ounce of love, gratitude, and adoration you had for him. He responded by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body and kissing back with equal fervour.

He laid back on the soft mattress as it sunk down with his weight, taking you with him. A giggle escaped your mouth as the kiss turned desperate, he sloppily began ridding you of your underwear and you did the same.

Now fully naked, you sat back admiring the God underneath you as your fingers danced on the plains and dips of his broad chest. Reaching back, you grabbed his fully erect cock with your hand, biting your bottom lip as your thumb swiped over the tip, collecting pre-cum. Soft gasps and low, rough grunts coming from him made you feel powerful and proud, his wide eyes silently pleading you to quit teasing.

“What’s the rush now, darling? We got all night, don’t we?” Your voice came out surprisingly authoritative yet full of desire as your movements picked up the pace.

“And all night’s not enough.”

Suddenly he sat up, removed your hand from his cock, and grabbed your hips roughly, lifting you up and lowering your slick core over himself, making you groan in unison. He began guiding your hips into a steady pace as you held onto his shoulders.

The otherwise silent room soon filled with your collective groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other as he picked up the pace.

“I’m close.” You whispered into his shoulder as your body stiffened, feeling your orgasm approach.

“Cum for me (Y/N).” Thor encouraged as he pressed his thumb over your clit, toppling you over the edge.

You shuddered and winced at the loss of contact as he pulled out, only to lay you on the bed on your side. Taking hold of your leg and draping it over his, Thor drove into you once more, making you cry out in pleasure.

The new angle already pushing you towards your second release. Thor’s hands wandered over your body as he kept pounding into you, whispering praises in your ears. You reached your hand behind grabbing his hair and tugged on it as he littered your neck with hickeys.

He felt your walls clench and pulse around him as his hand went to rub circles on your clit once more. Writhing, you turned your head into the pillow and let out a muffled screamed as your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

You felt his hips falter as he grabbed you tighter and came with a loud grunt, spilling into you.

Both of you were still quivering with the after-effects of mind-blowing sex, as you managed to sit up to bring the sheets over your naked bodies. He hugged you close to his chest as your eyes began drooping, thoroughly exhausted.

After a few moments of drawing meaningless patterns on your back, Thor whispered,

“If you think I’m done with you, you’re mistaken.”

A lazy smile spread over your face as you supported yourself on your elbows to look up at him,

“Good. I’m not done with you either.”

With that, you captured his lips in a kiss once more.

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[starryse]

Hot & Cold

13 Days of SVT Christmas- Day 3

Jeonghan x Reader

Fluff, Christmas au, friends?enemies? to lovers au

2.2k

Snow was a given on Christmas, that, anyone knew. It wasn’t odd for inches of snow to cover the ground, and for the sky to be a bright white instead of its normal shades of blue. However, when it comes to Christmas plans, everyone seems to forget about the same snow they had been squealing about days prior.

You weren’t an exception.

Your breath fogged the window in front of you, the dew forming blurring the outside view. Groaning, you dropped your head down, forehead resting on the cold glass.

You didn’t mind staying cooped up inside when the roads were too dangerous to drive on, in fact, you loved it. It was a nice change of pace when you had to stay home; rather than having thousands of plans a day with only 24 hours to do them, your only option was to relax and work around the house. But when your roommate's annoying friend was also going to be snowed in with you, you couldn’t dread it anymore.

“Aww what’s wrong y/n? Hot date get canceled cause of the snow?”

You backed away from the window, a slight red mark left on your forehead. “Actually no, I’m just so excited to be stuck with you,” you scoffed.

Jeonghan’s smug smile grew, a dramatic sigh leaving his lips as he plopped onto the couch, “ah ditto, beautiful. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.”

“Please can you stop arguing for just 5 minutes? We’re snowed in for God knows how long, try and get along”

You and Jeonghan turned your heads towards the scruff voice belonging to your friend. His hand rubbed his creased forehead, eyes squinting shut. You sighed, nodding your head as you walked over to the male, “I’ll do my best, just keep your little devil in check and we’ll be fine”

Jeonghan cackled, leaning over the couch, white-sleeve cladded arms resting on the back, “does that mean you’re my angel?”

You groaned as you walked away from the smirking dark haired man on the couch, “Oh my God I’m going to my room”

“Can I join?!”

You flipped off the laughing male, quickly shutting your door right after.

The sun had begun to set, the snow just barely letting up from earlier. The sunset outside shown through the sheer curtains in your room, soft orange hues reflecting onto your walls. You had been in your room for a few hours, most of which were spent groaning and whining about the crazy amount of work you had to complete before next semester (which was in a week). The other good chunk of the time was you lounging on your bed, fingers mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you mentally prepared yourself to be in the presence of Jeonghan for what could be days.

Yours and Jeonghan’s relationship was a complicated one. Simple really to your shared close friends (which happened to be all of your friends), to them it was mere sexual tension, convinced you both had to big of egos to fuck one out. Meanwhile, to outsiders it may seem as if you truly hated one another, that the pure existence of each other was the bane of your lives. But for you, you didn’t know what it was. You didn’t hate Jeonghan, God no. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy his remarks from time to time. And maybe you found him incredibly attractive. Also you 100% daydreamed about him more than you’d like to admit.

No. No no. He annoyed you. Constantly antagonizing everything you did, whether it was when you tripped over nothing and landed on a pile of Mingyu’s dogs shit, or when you were rejected by the waiter you had tried flirting with. Jeonghan always had some remark that made your blood boil.

But he was also the same guy who knew how hard you had studied for your exam, only for you to fail it, and proceed to comfort you and order you takeout. And there were all the times where Coups couldn’t come home and Jeonghan offered to stay with you (he knew how much you hated being alone at night.) He’s confusing. But then again you could only guess you were too.

“Hello my angel, dinners readyyy”

Jeonghan stood at your door, his body leaning against the frame. His dark hair casted over his eyebrows, hair parting to reveal his forehead and the small scar above his eyebrow (you may or may not have accidentally did that when you first met).

You rolled over from your previous position facing your window. Sitting up, you stretched your arms as you twisted your back. Jeonghan couldn’t help but shamelessly watch as your shirt clung to your skin as you moved, he was a simple guy. His eyes quickly darted up towards yours when you gazed over at him.

“Sooo why are you still standing there?”

Your question seemed to snap him out of his haze, his mouth stuttering out random words before he flipped you off and “ran” back out the door. That seems to be a common occurrence in the house. You snorted, standing up from your bed to go eat dinner.

“They say that the snow isn’t going to let up anytime soon. Don’t be surprised if we’re snowed in the next 2 days” Seungcheol leaned back on the couch, his elbow propped on the arm rest, head in his hand as he flipped through the Netflix shows.

You sat between the boys, feet propped on the coffee table in front of you,“can’t we watch a Christmas movie, Christmas is literally tomorrow?” Your answer was quickly given when Cheol kicked your legs off the table, causing them to fall onto the ground with a thud. You muttered a few curse words under your breath, bringing your legs up to sick criss cross on the couch.

Jeonghan laughed as he watched the two of you banter over something as little as a Christmas movie, though he wasn’t entirely surprised- you were both immensely stubborn.

Waiting for the perfect timing, Jeonghan slyly reached behind your back, grabbing the remote from the crack of the couch between you and Cheol. His eyes darted from the tv to you two as he sneakily flicked on a movie.

The sound of Christmas bells and people talking caught both yours and the pouty man on your lefts attention, your mouths shutting as you turned to the tv screen.

A loud screech erupted from your mouth, your legs quickly bouncing on the floor as you pointed a finger at the pouting man, “YES! In your face, Cheol! Christmas wins again!” Said man slunk down in his seat, half of his body towards the floor as he groaned in annoyance, “Jeonghan really? I thought you were on my side man”

Jeonghan merely laughed, his arm patting Seungcheol’s shoulder, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for Christmas movies,” his eyes drifted over at you, watching as yours lit up in delight as you watched the movie in front of you, “and maybe I like seeing others happy.”

Seungcheol only sighed, knowing fair well why the dark haired boy betrayed him. Oh how he had looked forward to being a third wheel.

It was close to midnight now, the first movie had been done for a few hours as the 3rd one ran. The small living room was lit up by the lights strung on the tree in the corner and the strands along the archway. You may have fallen asleep halfway during the 2nd movie, leaving just Coups as Jeonghan fell asleep in the beginning of the 3rd.

Seungcheol looked over towards your two huddled figures. You were stuck to Jeonghan’s side like glue, his arm drapes around your side, hand pressed against your hip. The blanket previously wrapped around you was now discarded on the floor, the only thing keeping you from freezing was whatever body heat Jeonghan was radiating without a blanket himself. The eldest sighed, muttering an idiots under his breath as he stood up, tossing the blanket over the two of you before switching off the tv and heading to bed.

“MERRRRYY CHRISTMAS!!”

You moaned, leaning your body away from the sound, stuffing your head into the closest thing next to you. The feeling of hair in your mouth caused you to spew, your eyes peeling open as you lifted your head. The view of Jeonghan’s head right next to yours made you gasp, your eyes widening in shock. You glared over at Seungcheol who stood in front of you with a smug grin, similar to the one the sleeping boy always wore, “Seungcheol. What am I doing?”

The boy tilted his head in mock confusion, “well it seems to me you’re sleeping with Jeonghan?” You scrambled up, grabbing the pillow next to you before wacking the manically laughing man as he ran to sit next to the tree. The sudden movement caused said boy to stir, his hands rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You halted your movement, turning to look at Jeonghan who was now sitting half awake beside you on the couch.

“Merry Christmas”

You quickly answered back, a slight pink rising to your cheeks at his deeper than normal voice. God bless mornings.

Seungcheol clapped his hands, a grin etching across his face as he leaned his body over to grab one of the presents underneath the tree, “y/nnn, this ones for you!”

You smiled back, standing up from your seat, dropping the blanket on the floor in the process as you walked over to sit next to Cheol. You grabbed the present from him as he waved one of his hands at Jeonghan, the dark haired boy getting the hint as he tiredly walked over next to you. You waited for Seungcheols cue to open it, his head nodding. You greedily tore the wrapping paper off, the scraps falling onto the floor as well as Jeonghan’s legs that were sprawled in front of him. The boy looked at you, eyes squinting, “in a hurry much are we Y/n?”

You ignored his comment, instead gasping at the camera you’ve been wanting that sat in your hands. Your eyes widened, body immediately flinging into Coups’ already open arms, “you’re the bestest best friend ever, thank you Cheol.”

Seungcheol squeezed you one more time before you leaned back onto your knees in front of the tree. You passed one of the presents from you to Seungcheol, placing it in his hands that were held out flat in front of him. For a 25 y/o, he sure was giddy like a child when it came to presents.

The man cackled at the sight of the sushi boxers in front of him, the hidden meaning of the gift a fond memory, “thanks Y/n, I will cherish these beautes forever.” You smiled, patting his head. You sat back next to Jeonghan, waiting for more presents to be passed about.

Seungcheol smirked at the small, light blue wrapped present in the back of the tree, “ah, I almost forgot about this one. Y/n, this last one is yours”

You narrowed your eyes at the smug man, wondering why he was smirking at you because of a gift. Hesitantly grabbing the gift, you began slowly unwrapping it (much much slower compared to the first few presents you had torn open.) As you focused on the present, you didn’t notice the nervous man next to you, his fingers fiddling together as he gnawed on his bruising lip. He watched you through the hair that crowded his sight, cheeks the color of the lights that decorated the tree.

Your heart slowed at the now un-wrapped present, hands gently lifting the silver chain. You glanced up, eyes meeting Seungcheols. He shook his head, pointing a finger towards Jeonghan as he pretended to stretch his arms out. Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth forming a small O. You looked down at the necklace, fingers tracing the jeweled heart as you opened the locket. Your breath hitched at the engraved letters- a J for Jeonghan and your own first initial as well.

Jeonghan jumped at the sudden contact, his heart beating rapidly at the weight of your body against his. Snapping out of the shock, he softly wrapped his arms around you, his hand placed on the back of your neck as he pressed his cheek against the side of your head. He was on fire, maybe not literally, but he sure felt as if he were in flames.

You pulled back, hands gently cupping his cheeks, “why?”

Jeonghan smiled, and not the usual devilish smirk he did- no, this was different. Was it adoration? Happiness? “Because I'm maybe, possibly, 100%, for sure in love with you”

You melted at his words, a light laugh sounding before pressing your lips on his cheek, “Well maybe, possibly, 100%, for sure am I in love with you too”

The man's eyes lit up at that, a large grin spreading across his face. Pulling you back against him, he squeezed your body as he fell against the ground, a loud cheer leaving his mouth. Your laughs filled the air, a sound you were sure your neighbors could hear 2 doors down.

Seunghceol sighed at the sight, though a fond smile was hidden behind that, “let the 3rd wheeling begin.”

[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will be Ringing - Part One (M)

This is part of 12 Days of Bangtan!

Summary: What does Namjoon want for Christmas? Something you never imagined he’d ask for. You’re going to need help with this one.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 5.9k

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“What about this one?” You ask, holding up a navy blue blazer that almost seems to sparkle from the iridescent threads sewn into it.

“That could work.” Jimin nods. “I think he’d like it.”

“You think?”

Jimin sighs, shaking his head at you. “Y/N. You’re never going to find something that’s good enough for your standards. He’ll like it. Buy it.”

You huff as you fold the blazer over your arm. “Let’s go home.” Jimin only nods as he follows you to the register and watches as you pay for your purchases, grabbing the bag for you and carrying it out to the car.

It’s only three days until christmas and you’ve never felt less jolly in your life. Shopping for Namjoon has been impossible this year. He hasn’t told you anything that he wants or needs, so you’re left to your own creativity to come up with something amazing, but what can you get for the man that has everything?

Your other boyfriend, Jimin, came along to the mall with you today to offer advice, but he’s not being very helpful. The phrase “yeah that’s fine” has been said much too often today. He seems distracted more than usual, his brow furrowed in thought, almost never hearing you the first time you say something. You can’t help but be a little frustrated with him. He agreed to help you so that you don’t have to worry about your biggest fear at the moment: watching Namjoon’s ears and tail droop on Christmas morning when you don’t get him anything good. Maybe you should’ve asked Jin to come with you; he’s known Namjoon a bit longer, he’d probably know what Namjoon wants, or at least what he needs.

At least you have one thing you know he’ll like. Something he’s wanted for a while now: a collar. You and Jimin picked it out together; he picked the material and you picked out his nametag. It’s a black velvet collar with a gold plated tag, his name engraved beautifully on the front; it even has a bell. At least, you hope he likes it.

“Do you want me to carry the bags in?” Jimin asks as you pull up in front of your house. 

“Um. No, I’ll bring them in tomorrow when he’s at work. You know he likes to snoop.”

Jimin simply nods before getting out of the car and you follow close behind. Up the walkway and into the house where you’re immediately greeted by the face you love so much.

“Y/N-ah! Jiminie!” Namjoon cheers, nearly tackling you both to the ground.

“Oof~” You and Jimin are both pushed back by the weight of Namjoon smacking into you. “Joon, we’ve talked about this.” You giggle, pushing him back, watching his tail immediately droop.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just missed you!” He claims, pulling you close and rubbing his cheek against yours, breathing in your scent before moving on to Jimin, pulling him close until Jimin pushes him away.

“Not today hyung.” Jimin mumbles before leaving the room and heading upstairs. 

Namjoon’s ears fall flat against his head. “Was it something I did?” He asks, turning back to you.

“No Joonie.” You shake your head, reaching over to scratch his head. “He’s been upset today, but I’m not sure why.”

“Oh. Okay…” Namjoon frowns for just a second before his tail starts wagging again. “So where did you guys go?”

“Some last minute shopping.” You shrug, taking off your boots and coat and putting them away. 

“Did you get me anything??” Namjoon questions, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“How can I get you something when you won’t tell me what you want?”

Namjoon snorts with disapproval. “Because you know me well enough to guess?”

“I don’t like guessing.” You remind him, kicking off your shoes and walking upstairs to the living room, flopping down on the couch where Namjoon immediately sits next to you and curls up at your side. You turn on the tv with one hand and scratch his ears mindlessly with the other, watching a movie silently together, but your mind can’t help but wonder what Jimin was upset about all day when suddenly a thought occurs. “Joon?”

“Mm?” He looks up at you from where his head rests in your lap.

“What’s today?”

“Tuesday.”

“No,” You shake your head. “The date.”

“The twenty second?” He double checks his watch. “Yeah, the twenty second. Why?”

“Your heat is soon isn’t it?” 

“You think so?”

You nod. Jimin always goes into a sort of funk right before Namjoon’s heats hit. His own hormones fluctuating along with namjoons. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear he’s a dog too. Namjoon counts on his fingers for a moment. “Hm. I guess it is… Damn. Should be the twenty fifth.”

“Aw Joon bug… Do you want to put of presents and dinner until next week?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, sitting up. “I’ll be okay. You don’t have to work around me babe.” He kisses your forehead before stretching. “You still want to order take out tonight?” 

“Yeah, go ask Jimin what he wants so I can call it in.”

“Alrighty.” 

Namjoon disappears up the second flight of stairs where your bedroom sits. It’s been about twenty minutes before you realize Namjoon has been gone for a long time. Suddenly your phone lights up with a text. You check it to see Namjoon has sent you his and Jimin’s order instead of coming down and telling you. They must be playing a game or something. You shrug, calling in the food and waiting for it to be delivered.

When the food arrives you tip the delivery man and thank him before shutting the door and calling up to the boys. It’s only a few seconds before you feel the thumping of their feet thundering down the stairs. You all sit down at the table and eat while Namjoon tells you about his day at work, working on a song with a new artist his record label just signed. Jimin seems to be in a better mood, they must’ve talked it out. 

After dinner the three of you curl up on the couch together and watch tv until it’s time for bed. Thank god you’re all off work for the next few days. You curl up happily in between your boys and are quickly lulled into a sweet sleep. 

You’re woken up in the morning two days later by a low growling sound as well as the feeling of something pressing against your most intimate of parts. 

“Hyung stop. Joon hyung stop she’s still sleeping.”

“But she smells so good Jiminie…” A deep inhale against the fabric of your panties. 

“Hyung no!” You feel Jimin grab Namjoon by the scruff and pull him away. Despite Jimin’s smaller stature, he’s still much stronger than his elder.

“Jiminie-”

“Let her sleep.” Jimin demands, his voice low. You hear Namjoon whine before he sniffs the air. 

“Jimin… You smell good too.” There’s a shift on the bed and then a thump before a small whimper, this time, it’s Jimin.

“H-hyung please. A-ah~ N-no you’re going to w-wake her.”

You take this chance to open your eyes and the sight you’re greeted with doesn’t disappoint. Namjoon has Jimin pinned to the bed, using his larger size to his advantage; one hand holding the younger boy’s wrists, the other caressing the light tenting in the front of Jimin's pants as his nose presses against Jimin’s neck. 

You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you watch Jimin give in to Namjoon’s advances almost immediately. How were you blessed with not one, but two boyfriends who are sweet to not just you, but to each other as well. 

“Good morning.” You whisper, not wanting to disturb them, but they should know that you’re awake. 

“Noona-” Jimin whimpers.

“Y/N-ah?” Namjoon stops his assault on Jimin’s neck to turn and face you, his tail raising in the air and wagging just a bit. 

“I see the two of you are busy.” You tease.

“Noona he’s been at it all morning. I’ve been trying to get him to calm down but nothing’s working.” 

“I think I know one thing that might calm him down.” You smirk, scratching Namjoon behind the ears. 

“I didn’t want to do anything while you were still asleep.” Jimin mumbles as Namjoon leans back down and starts to suck on his neck. 

“How about I go make us some breakfast, hm?” You suggest. “While the two of you sort this out.”

Jimin sits up, concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay noona?”

“Mm.” You nod as you get up. “But Joonie, don’t wear him out too much, yeah? I don’t want him to sleep all day this time.”

“Of course Y/N-ah.” Namjoon nods, giving you a wink before tackling Jimin back to the bed. 

You hum happily as you make your way to the kitchen, shutting the bedroom door behind you. It’s only a matter of seconds before you hear Jimin’s soft moans echoing through the house and it pleases you to know they’re both enjoying themselves. 

Namjoon’s rut came a day early, but honestly you should’ve expected it. They always seem to come a little early when he’s excited for something; his birthday, a new song he’s working on, or in this case, Christmas.

You pull out a pan and fry up some rice and eggs for the three of you. You grab some sweet cream filled buns out of the cabinet you’d been saving for Namjoon’s next heat and toast them up as well, pouring out some orange juice and setting the table. You fill the plates a little more than usual, knowing that you’ll all need a little extra energy to keep up with Namjoon’s cycle until lunch; it’s always the worst in the first few days, so you know he’ll want to go at least three more rounds before his second meal and his afternoon nap.

As you take the buns out of the oven, you hear Namjoon’s moans come to a peak, signaling that they should be out soon and you smile to yourself; right on time. Namjoon’s always a bit hasty the first couple times, not really paying attention to anyone but himself, so you’re not surprised when you see Jimin open the door to the bedroom and walk into the kitchen wrapped in a blanket, his hair mussed, his neck covered in bite marks, and his erection still going strong. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of him, all bent out of shape from not getting to finish, a firm pout painted on his lips, his eyes still the tiniest bit sleepy. 

Namjoon, however, looks refreshed in his boxers and t shirt. His cheeks are a bright flushed pink, his hair sticking up in the way it always does in the morning, and a wide smile playing at his lips, his dimples poking through as he takes a seat at the table just as you walk over and set the plate of buns down in front of him.

“Y/N, what’s this?” Namjoon asks, picking up a bun and then immediately dropping it because it’s too hot.

“A treat for my boys.” You can see Namjoon’s tail wagging behind him as he picks up his chopsticks.

“It looks delicious noona.” Jimin nods, offering you a smile as you both turn to see Namjoon already digging in.

You wink at Jimin. “You’ll get your turn Jiminie, I promise.” He blushes profusely before turning to his own meal. 

Namjoon finishes his rice first, but takes his time eating the buns, giving you and Jimin a chance to catch up, both of you knowing that Namjoon is the least patient when he’s in heat, and by the way he’s already squirming in his seat, you know he’s ready to go again.

Sure enough, as soon as plates are cleaned and teeth are brushed, you come back out to the kitchen where Namjoon hastily picks you up and seats you on the kitchen table, placing his customary first bite at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, the same place he put Jimin’s.

“Joon, can’t we go to the bedroom?” You laugh, seeing the confused look on Jimin’s face as he walks back into the kitchen behind you.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jimin asks, wide eyed.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He growls, pulling down your panties and tossing them aside. “Get over here.”

Jimin hastily does as he’s told, walking over to Namjoon’s side and waiting for further instruction. Namjoon places Jimin between himself and you, yanking the blanket off the younger boy’s shoulders to reveal Jimin’s naked from the waist down, only a large t shirt adorning his body.

Namjoon drops his boxers to the floor and pushes Jimin’s back so he bends at the waist, leaning over you. He wastes no time in entering Jimin’s tight ass thus allowing you to watch as the younger boy’s face contorts in pleasure and pain, the sight causing your core to clench with want.

“H-hyung!” Jimin whimpers as Namjoon grips his hips tightly.

“Fuck…” Namjoon groans, reaching around Jimin and grabbing his throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance and rubbing it back and forth, making you shiver with pleasure.

“N-noona I’m s-sorry.” Jimin whispers in your ear, already so far gone.

“It’s okay Jiminie, go ahead.” You soothe, holding your breath as you feel him thrust forward tentatively at first before burying himself in your heat with a low groan. “Oh god Jimin…” You gasp as he stretches your walls. He’s bigger than Namjoon, so having him spread you open first thing in the morning is a bit much, but honestly, it feels so good you don’t ask him to slow down.

Once Jimin’s seated inside you, you hear Namjoon growl, Jimin’s cue to start moving. One of Namjoon’s favorite things is to sandwich Jimin in between the two of you and watch him fuck you and himself at the same time. Jimin whimpers as he starts, pulling out of you, only to push himself back on Namjoon’s cock and then pushing back inside you, but apparently, Namjoon isn’t satisfied with Jimin’s sluggish pace as it isn’t long before Namjoon grabs Jimin’s waist and snaps his hips into the younger one. 

“Hyung~” Jimin cries, burying his face in your shoulder as his cock twitches inside you.

“You feel good Jiminie? Is hyung making you feel good?” Namjoon pants.  Jimin can only nod. “How does your noona feel?”

“T-tight.” Jimin whines. 

“Yeah? Is Y/N-ah nice and wet for you?”

“She’s so wet.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Namjoon grunts, snapping his hips into Jimin again before picking up the pace again, fucking into Jimin so hard that the table and Namjoon’s grip on his hips is the only thing keeping Jimin from collapsing.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter as he stops, but only long enough to fill up Jimin’s ass with his release before he continues, already needing another go. 

“God Jimin you feel so good for me today. So tight.” You hear the harsh smack of Namjoon’s hand against Jimin’s behind, making Jimin whimper against your skin.

“H-hyung…” At this point you can hear just how wet it’s gotten between your boys and honestly the sound is amazing, the wet slaps of Namjoon’s hips against Jimin’s backside only make you clench harder on Jimin. “N-n-noona…”

“Y/N I think he’s close.” Namjoon warns. 

“Are you close baby?”You ask Jimin, lifting his head to look at you as you run your fingers through his hair only to see just how far gone he is. Jimin’s eyes are unfocused, his cheeks are flushed, his mouth hanging open and he whines and pants, a bit of drool dripping down his chin; he’s so ethereally gorgeous and fucked out already and it’s only ten in the morning. “He’s almost there Joon.” You agree, leaning forward to plant your lips on Jimin’s to which he responds immediately, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he groans low in his chest.

“Cum for us Chim. Fill her up for me.”

“Hah~” Jimin cries into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip  between his teeth before he snaps his own hips into you harshly, his head falling forward as he does it again and against, fucking himself and you throughly and rapidly until Namjoon hits that spot inside him and Jimin’s legs quiver as he moans out loudly and you feel his hot release filling you up, but as soon as he’s done, his legs give out underneath him. Thankfully Namjoon catches him before he can fall and sweeps him up into his arms, popping out of him in the process and allowing Namjoon’s release to drip out of him onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare move.” Namjoon commands, pointing at you before carrying Jimin away into the bedroom.

You huff to yourself as you stay put on the table, shutting your legs and leaning your head back as you wait. A few moments later, you hear Namjoon’s footsteps heading back toward you and he greets your by spreading your legs and plunging his freshly washed self deep inside you.

“Joon~!” You gasp, unable to catch your breath before he starts pounding into you.

“God you are tight today.” He grunts, pulling you to the edge of the table. “No wonder Chim came so fast.” He smirks, pushing up your shirt to roughly fondle your chest, pinching your nipples harshly as he slams into you over and over before leaning down and enveloping one of your nipples with his plush lips and tugging at it with his teeth. 

“J-o-o-nie!” You whine in between thrusts. 

“Just a few… m-more… almost… there-” Namjoon moans against your skin before burying himself to the hilt and mixing his release with Jimin’s already inside you. He pants harshly, completely still for a moment except for the heaving of his chest before he pulls out and places a kiss on your neck as he whimpers. 

“I know Joon, I know baby.” You ruffle his hair as he buries his nose in your neck and inhales deeply. 

 “Y/N you’re so good to me. Why do you put up with me?”

“Aw Joonie.” You sigh as Namjoon picks you up and carries you back to the bedroom, laying you down next to Jimin, making both of you bounce on the mattress as he jumps on with you. “Because we love you.”

“Do you?”

“Of course we love you hyung.” Jimin chimes in. “Is he pouting again?” You nod as Namjoon lays himself on top of you, nuzzling into your neck. “I have an idea.” Jimin gets up and walks over to the closet, returning a few moments later with a box in his hands. 

“Jimin are you sure?” You ask, recognizing the box as the one that holds Namjoon’s new collar.

“It’s Christmas eve. Nothing wrong with getting a present one day early.”

“A present?” Namjoon sits up to look at Jimin, his tail wagging ever so slightly.

“Mhm!” Jimin nods, looking to you for approval before handing the carefully wrapped box to Namjoon.

Namjoon’s eyes light up as he unwraps the box ever so gently, taking a deep breath before lifting the lid. The reaction you hope for and the reaction you receive are on opposite ends of the spectrum. What you wanted most in the world was for Namjoon’s tail to start wagging as he opened it, for him to bounce up and down with joy and excitement, for him to tackle you and Jimin with kisses and thank you’s. But Namjoon just stares down at the box, not making a sound.

You and Jimin both hold your breath as you wait for Namjoon to say something, anything, for him to even move, but he doesn’t, and it’s quiet for a long time until Namjoon finally lifts the collar out of the box and inspects it closer. The bell jingles as the collar moves and Namjoon stares at the nametag, flipping it over in his hands to see the inscription on the back: “Love Jimin and Y/N”.

It’s still deafeningly silent except for the ringing of the bell and soon enough you can’t take it anymore. “Do… Do you not like it?” You choke out, afraid all those times he asked for a collar he was actually joking. Namjoon finally lifts his head to meet your gaze, allowing you to see the tears in his eyes. “Joon…?” Your heart catches in your throat as you reach out to him, immediately concerned that you offended him in some way as you wrap him in your arms, Jimin quickly doing the same when he sees what’s happening. Is it not polite? Is it offensive somehow in hybrid culture? Did you hurt his feelings? “I’m sorry Joon I-”

“Don’t be sorry.” He whispers against your shoulder. “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You feel a weight lifted off your shoulders as Jimin sighs in relief next to you. “So those are happy tears?” Jimin double checks. Namjoon only nods as he pulls the two of you closer.

“Thank you…” After a few minutes he mumbles and pulls back. “Can… Will you help me put it on?”

“Of course.” You nod and take the collar from his hands before gently fastening it around his neck. He immediately scrambles to his feet and rushes over to the mirror on your vanity where he leans down to check his reflection, gingerly touching the collar as he stares at his reflection. You and Jimin look after Namjoon and watch as a warm smile spreads across his face, making your heart hurt from the overwhelming amount of love you feel for these two boys. “Joonie, don’t you ever forget how much I love you. How much I love you both.” You smile, grabbing Jimin’s hand where it rests on your knee.

“We won’t noona.” Jimin nods, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. Namjoon suddenly perks up and disappears into the closet for a moment, returning a few seconds later with his own box. 

“Jimin what did you start? Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.” You laugh as Namjoon walks over and sits on the bed in front of you both. 

“I wanted to ask you guys something.” Namjoon states, fidgeting with the box in front of him. “I’ve wanted to for a while I just… I never knew how.”

“Hyung, what is it?” Jimin asks, tilting his head in question.

“Open it.” Namjoon pushes the box toward you. You look over at Jimin and shrug before you both pull at the wrapping paper and you take the lid off the box.

“J-Joon…” You gasp as you eye the contents. Inside the box is an assortment of toys; several variations and sizes of butt plugs, two different strap ons, and several bottles of lube.

“Hyung, what…?” Jimin picks up one of the plugs. “You didn’t have to get me any, I already have some. You know that.”

Namjoon takes a deep breath. “T-they’re not for you.”

Jimin looks confused before a moment until he sees a strap on and his eyes go wide. “This… This is what you meant when you asked me?” Namjoon nods.

“Asked you what?” You inquire.

“A few months back, after hyung’s last heat, he started asking me how I knew I liked being the bottom and what it was like and how I started and things like that.” Jimin explains. “Hyung, you could’ve just asked. I would’ve helped you pick things out if you wanted.”

Namjoon blushes. “I-I was too nervous. I still…” Namjoon sighs and looks at his lap.

“Joon, you don’t have to be nervous. You know you can ask us anything.” You assure him.

“I just… I don’t know. I see how much Jimin likes it and I… I want to try. If you guys are okay with it.”

“I’m okay with it if you are baby.” You assure him.

“Me too.” Jimin nods. “I’d love to help.”

“We’ve never gotten to see Chim’s dominant side.” You add, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide as he looks towards Jimin’s lap, probably terrified of his girth. Jimin sees this and laughs.

“We’ll start with something small hyung, don’t worry. Fingers are the best starters.”

Namjoon sighs with what sounds like relief before placing the box of toys on the floor and curling up at your side, pulling both you and Jimin as close as he can before he falls asleep, and having already spent so much energy, you and Jimin are quick to follow suit.

You wake up and hour or two later, wrapped in someone’s arms to the smell of someone cooking. You sit up and see Namjoon laying next you on his phone just as Jimin walks through the door with a tray of food.

“Good, you’re up!” Jimin smiles when he sees you both awake. “I made lunch.” He brings the tray over to the bed and sets it down, handing you both plates full of meat and rice, the smell of which has your mouth watering.

The three of you dig in and eat rather quickly, watching tv and chatting as you do and when you’re finished, Jimin takes the dishes back out to the kitchen and returns after washing them.

“Okay. Noona, if it’s alright, hyung and I are going to take  a quick shower to uh… prepare.”

“Okay.” You nod as you stretch. “That’s fine.”

“Great.” Jimin smiles and grabs Namjoon’s hand, tugging him up off the bed and into the bathroom asking Jimin why the whole time and just before they shut the door you hear “Don’t you want to look pretty for noona?”.

You relax as they shower, taking a few tissues and cleaning up the remnants between your legs from this morning before slipping on some clean underwear and laying back to watch tv. After about fifteen minutes, you hear the shower turn off and a few moments later, the door opens and the boys come out in towels in the process of Jimin fastening Namjoon’s collar back around his neck, the bell jingling as he does before he shakes himself like always.

Namjoon looks a bit more red in the face than he usually does after a shower and you can’t help but giggle at the thought  of what went on in there. They both slip on boxers and Namjoon grabs a shirt before climbing back into bed, whereas Jimin is squatting on the floor next to you, rifling through Namjoon’s box until he locates what he was looking for; a bottle of lube. 

“Hyung lay down for me.” Jimin orders as he climbs onto the bed. Namjoon visibly gulps, his ears laying a little flatter, before doing as he’s told, laying down next to you. “Noona, you can help with the foreplay while I get him prepped.” Namjoon whines next to you and you place your hand on his chest, rubbing small circles on it to soothe him. “Hyung don’t worry.” Jimin coos. “We’ll go slow, I promise.” Jimin places the lube on the bed beside him before sitting up on his knees and leaning over Namjoon. “Just be a good boy for me.”

Jimin winks before leaning down and pressing his lips to Namjoon. You watch as Namjoon immediately tries to take control, but Jimin quickly uses his strength to pin Namjoon’s wrists to the bed before biting down harshly on the elder boy’s neck in a surprising show of dominance, causing Namjoon to whimper, his ears flattening in submission.

You take this as your cue, getting up on your knees and sliding Namjoon’s shirt up, placing hot kisses along Namjoon’s chest until you reach one of his sensitive nipples and wrap your lips around it, tugging on it with your teeth and causing the first moan to leave Namjoon’s lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a tenting start to form in Namjoon’s boxers and smile to yourself, happy you can still get him worked up so easily. 

You hear Namjoon and Jimin’s kiss break above you and feel the bed shift as Jimin moves down Namjoon’s body, his hands tugging down Namjoon’s boxers and tossing them aside before he grips Namjoon’s already dripping length. As he strokes Namjoon, you move up to press your lips against Namjoon’s, gasping when he wastes no time slipping his tongue into your mouth.

As you kiss, small moans leave Namjoon’s lips as Jimin plays with his cock, but your kiss stops completely when Jimin wraps his plump lips around his elder’s length and Namjoon whines, sitting up to watch himself disappear into Jimin’s mouth.

“Oh god…” Namjoon groans, throwing his head back as you tweak his nipples, pressing hot kisses to his throat until Namjoon whimpers. You look up to see Jimin has moved lower, sucking Namjoon’s balls into his mouth before continuing on his path, his head dipping lower, causing the elder boy to try and close his legs, but Jimin stops him.

“Just relax for me hyung.” Jimin soothes before lifting Namjoon’s legs and pushing them back towards his chest, revealing his lower half to Jimin. You give Namjoon one last kiss before sitting up and moving down to help Jimin, your eyes going wide to see what they did in the shower. Namjoon is now completely shaved and clean.

“Wow.” Is all you manage to say, not having expected this.

“D-don’t s-stare…” Namjoon mumbles.

“Isn’t he pretty noona?” Jimin encourages.

“So pretty.” You agree, reaching out to squeeze Namjoon’s cock, making him whine loudly.

You watch as Jimin leans back down, his tongue deftly flicking out against Namjoon’s perineum before his lips begin to suck on it, making Namjoon squirm. Jimin’s head moves lower and his tongue flicks against Namjoon’s asshole for the first time, making the older boy whimper.

Jimin takes the noise as encouragement and begins eating Namjoon’s ass with fervor, his tongue and lips hard at work as he slurps and kisses and sucks at Namjoon’s puckered rim. Namjoon shivers at Jimin’s touch, his length twitching in your hand as he grips the sheets beneath him. 

When Jimin’s tongue finally slips inside Namjoon, the older boy moans loudly at the unfamiliar sensation. 

“Jimin please…” Namjoon whines.

“Mmm hyung you’re so sweet.” Jimin teases, brushing the pad of his thumb against Namjoon. “Are you ready?”

“Yes…” Namjoon pants, his face flushed a beautiful pink color.

Jimin hums in understanding as he grabs the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount onto his fingers, brushing it against Namjoon’s entrance to make sure he’s nice and wet.

“Remember hyung, just relax for me, okay?” Namjoon nods and you hold your breath as you watch Jimin begin. He tentatively prods at Namjoon’s entrance, slipping just the tip of his finger in before inching in a little more each time before finally he slides his whole finger deep inside, making Namjoon groan low in his chest, his cock dribbling on your hand.

Jimin holds his finger there for a moment, wiggling it around before pulling it out and pushing it in again, repeating this over and over as Namjoon breathes deeply, his eyes scrunched shut. After a minute or so, Jimin pulls his finger out and lines up a second one, rubbing the inside of Namjoon’s thigh with his free hand before carefully pushing both of them inside Namjoon’s entrance, making the elder boy cry out and start panting harshly. Namjoon winces and you stroke him slower to help take his mind off of it as Jimin slowly works his fingers inside until they’re as deep as they’ll go. 

“Is that okay hyung?” Jimin asks.

“Uh huh~” Namjoon nods, breathless. 

“Good. You’re doing so well Joonie.” Jimin encourages. “So good.”

Namjoon smiles as he reaches out and grabs your ass, surprising you. “Y/N-ah you smell so good.” He whines. Do you? You’ve been so focused on Namjoon that you didn’t pay attention to just how turned on all of this has made you, but as you rub your thighs together, you realize that you’re soaked.

“I’m sorry Joon.” You giggle. “I didn’t realize.”

Namjoon yanks down your underwear and pulls at your hips. “Come here.” He orders.

“Joon I’m okay.”

“No, I want to. Please?”

Well, how can you say no to that? You take off your panties the rest of the way before straddling Namjoon’s face. He immediately pulls you down against him and buries his tongue in your folds, making you curse under your breath as you lean down and wrap your hand back around his cock, stroking him slowly as you watch Jimin’s fingers slip in and out. 

When Jimin slips a third finger in, Namjoon plunges two of his own fingers deep into your core, making you moan loudly and squeeze Namjoon’s cock. Just then, Jimin flicks his wrist and Namjoon squeaks against you, his nails digging into your waist as his hips thrust up into your hand. 

“Fuck~!” He whimpers, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. “What was that?” He asks, peeking around you to look at Jimin. 

Jimin smirks. “That was your prostate. The male g-spot.”

“If you do that again I’m gonna cum…” Namjoon admits.

“Good.” Jimin states before starting to move his fingers again. You go back to stroking Namjoon’s cock, but it isn’t long before Jimin flicks his wrist again, and again, and again, until Namjoon cries out and his length throbs before his orgasm starts, his cock release hot, thick lines of his white release all over your hand and his lower abdomen. Jimin flicks his wrist one more time, making Namjoon yelp before he pulls his fingers out. You stroke Namjoon through his orgasm until he shudders beneath you and you release him. 

You try to get off Namjoon, but he holds you tight, slipping his tongue back between your folds and doing the one thing he knows gets you off the fastest; he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard.

“J-Joon… Joon- Joon~!” You cry, your legs shaking as your own orgasm hits you, rolling off of Namjoon to get away from his overstimulating touch.

Jimin sits up on his knees, smiling down at the two of you as you both lay panting before grabbing some tissues and cleaning the mess off of Namjoon’s lower abdomen and then swiping up between his legs, tossing the tissues in the trash and then laying down on the other side of Namjoon.

“You did so well Joonie.” He coos, brushing Namjoon’s hair out of his face.

Namjoon smiles as you place a kiss on his cheek. “I agree. You were such a good boy.” You can feel Namjoon’s tail wag next to you on the bed. “Are you gonna take a nap baby?”

Namjoon nods, already yawning. “Mhm. Wake me up for dinner?”

“Of course.” You give him one last kiss before locating your discarded underwear, slipping them on, and then heading out to the living room with Jimin following close behind.

The two of you sit snuggled up on the couch, just enjoying each other’s company until it’s time to make dinner. The two of you head to the kitchen and are about to start cooking when you hear the light jingling of a bell. 

“He’s up.” Jimin states. 

“Do you think he’ll let us make dinner first?” You ask. 

“Y/N! Chim!” Namjoon whines from the bedroom.

Jimin chuckles. “I’m going to say no.”

You smile and turn the oven back off, ready for the next round as you head back to the bedroom with Jimin.

Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2019

[ladywinterwitch]

Infamous Winter Soldier

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Fan! Reader 

Summary: You were convinced by your eight years old Brother to attend Wizard world con. He absolutely wanted to see his favourite hero, the winter soldier. During the photo op, you catch the hero's eye.

Warnings: Just fluff, it kinda turns into a social media AU at the end (but it’s not, it’s just texts)

Word Count: 2987

A/n: Y’all this is more like a fever dream than anything, but a girl can always dream ;) But one thing’s for sure: I have met him and I assure you he is that charming and sweet. So sweet.

                                                 (Gif not mine)

You yawned, then procedeed to shake your head a bit, squeezing your eyes to try and stay focused. You've been up til late to finish an assignment for college, even though you knew that the morning after you would've had to wake up early. Why? Your little devil (no, in reality he was a sweetheart, but you really wanted to hate him for this) of a Brother convinced you to take him to Wizard World Con after your parents said no. 

-That’s totally your responsibility y/n. Try to take him home alive, will you?- those were the last words that your mother said to you before your departure. 

So there you were, driving a two hours trip, sleep deprived and with the only thing that keeps you alive awake being a cold brew latte from Starbucks. But someone else, precisely an eight year old way too hyperactive, was definetely more awake than you. The only thing stopping you from getting Harry to actually drive in your place was that he doesn’t have a driver license.

-Swoooosh! y/n look out! Captain America's shield is coming your way!- Harry screamed too loud for your liking. You rolled your eyes, narrowing them a bit for the noise, but playing along anyway.

-Oh no, help me.- you responded with the tiniest bit of enthusiasm that you could find.

-Don't worry, the winter soldier will catch with his metal arm!- he made a noise that was supposed to resemble the metal impact -You're safe now. Thank Bucky now.- He shoved a little action figure in your face and you gave it a slap.

-Harry don't do stuff like that! I'm driving. And who the hell is Bucky?- you huffed and then asked. You really didn't want a car crash to happen, especially not for a damn toy.

-What? He's the winter soldier! Bucky Barnes. You don't know that?- he said shocked.

-You Always call him Winter Soldier, and I haven't seen the movies, so no, I didn't know.- you responded.

-Don't worry, I'll fix it. So, James Buchanan Barnes was born on march 10 1917..- he started to tell his whole story, comic and movies and lore, just to be sure to not miss anything.

You mentally cursed yourself for asking and just hoped that at least this actor is a good person, if he was a duchebag, you probably wouln't have responded to your actions. Not just because it would be a tremendous disappointment for your brother, but also because your gas, money, time and sleep would've been wasted.

-

Harry finished his storytelling, and you murmured a 'Thank God' and commented that it was very interesting. But, even if it was a neverending ramble, it had been actually quite interesting. You never saw the movies, but now, hearing all that story, you thought about how difficult it must have been to bring everything to the screen. Not just story-wise, but also emotionally. All the dark things that he'd gone through.

-We're here buddy.- you announced as you parked outside the building.

-Yeah!- he cheered and clapped. You both got out of the car and while you were walking towards the entrance you saw some people. Some of them were in costume and some weren’t, but everyone had their pass on.

-Shit, I almost forgot.- you muttered looking in your bag and pulling out two passes and your IDs. You passed one to Harry while you kept the documents, and he put it around his little neck.

-Okay, now let's go inside and take look at the schedule c’mon.- he nodded happily and you went inside. You found yourself in the lobby and saw a sign that gave directions to the various rooms. You took the main corridor and arrived in a big common lobby, where a lot more people and several booths were present.

You walked in between, looking around. Some of the booths were mainly selling nerdy stuff, some t- shirts, some art, and so on. Others, that were empty, had above them a large paper board with a collage of the actors faces and their names.

-How's Bucky called again?- you asked your little brother.

-Sebastian Stan.- he answered, then pointing somewhere on your left.

-There! That's his table.- he ran towards the booth and you sighed, following him. You looked at the board and kinda tought that maybe it wouldn’t have been that bad. There were different photos, with different haircuts, but his handsome face was still the same. Blue eyes, sharp features, pink lips and a smile to die for.

-Well, damn.- you whispered to yourself, feeling definetly more awake.

Then you looked at the day’s schedule and saw that his first panel was at ten am. It was now nine thirty, so you wouldn't have to wait too long. You decided to go take your seats in the hall, and on the way you saw a few very long queues and your heart dropped a bit. It was going to be a long day.

-

The panel began exactly at the indicated time, and when the host annouced Sebastian, everyone cheered, screamed and clapped. He entered the stage with his fist in the air and a big smile.

You weren't exactly in first line, but you were close enough to see his figure clearly. He had a light grey tee shirt under a darker grey jacket, black jeans and brown suede shoes. His brown hair were slicked back and quite short at the sides, he had a scruff that adorned his sharp face.

You felt your stomach flutter a bit. You had never seen a man that attractive before. Not in real life at least. You were definetly going to watch those blessed movies once you got home.

-Hey everyone! How're you doing? Good? Yeah lemme hear ya!- he exclaimed with a big grin, laughing when the crowd cheered louder. You smiled and whoed a little with your Brother.

The panel begun and as the questions went on, you found out a few things about him: He couldn't take a compliment if his life depended on it, he was really smart and thoughtful, he was a dork but the adorable kind, he liked 80's rock and Star Wars. At some point a fan was so nervous to ask him her question that someone screamed 'someone give her a hug' and by everyone's shock she did recive that hug from Sebastian himself. You were a few seats away from the mic and took that opportunity to take a better look at him.

He squeezed her in his arms even raising her from the ground, and when he walked away laughing she fell on the floor. Same girl, same you thought.

After that little interruption the panel ended smoothly. He thanked everyone and said that he would see them at the photo ops.

You and your brother walked out of the hall to buy a snack. On the way to the vending machine you couln't stop thinking about him. You were bewitched by his voice, his mind and his appearence. How come you never found out about him before today? Harry was always talking about that Winter Soldier, but you thought that his interpreter deserved the same, if not more attention. But he was a little boy passionate about superheroes, so it was normal for him to prefer the punch and adventure kinda guy than tha thoughtful one.

-

Sebastian had his first photo op session and after his autograph session at four pm, and honeslty you didn't know what to do until then. It was just midday. So you looked at the schedule and opted for another actor's panel that was at three pm, maybe getting out a little early to take place in the queue.

From one to three pm there had been a lunch pause for everyone, so you and Harry went outside to eat a burger at a near diner. To get away from the crowd for a bit, but also because the food inside was hella expensive.

You had enough time to do everything calmly and you even had a brief call with your mother to update her.

-So, how was he?- she asked with a little excitement.

-Honestly? Surprising.- you laughed a bit.

-As good or bad?-

-Good. Very good. He seems like a very genuine and sweet person. We just saw his interview though. Maybe up close he'll be an asshole. But I doubt. He seemed like a really down to earth guy.- you heard her giggle a bit.

-My daughter has a crush on the superhero uh?- you blushed.

-What? No, no. I don't even know him, mom.- you quickly responded.

-Hey, chill honey. I was just messing with you. But I wouldn't blame you. You know, I've seen those movies under your brother's torture, but those pretty blue eyes didn't escape me. Nor did his even prettier face.- your mouth was agape.

-Mom!- she just chuckled like a schoolgirl.

-Oh, let an old woman dream a bit y/n. - your smirked and rolled your eyes.

-You're not old. Your fifties seem thirties, mom.You’re doing good.- you heard her sigh.

-My babygirl, always speaking the truth.- you laughed, shaking your head.

-I'll hear you later mom.-

-Later honey! Kiss the pretty soldier for me!- you hang up, shaking your head again. She was shameless.

-

This other actor's panel was interesting but not as much as Sebastian's one. Or maybe it was because you couldn't really concentrate. In any case four pm came rather quickly and you went outside to queue, and boy, did you wanted to run away.

An enormus line of people was already there, waiting. You told your brother to stay in line while you tried to see where it began. The first girls were in front of a closed blue tent, a big large bodyguard in front of it. You sighed, defeated, and went back to Harry.

After a few minutes the queue started to move. You were just behind the middle, and almost felt sorry for the people in the back, but you wouldn't have moved for any reason in the world.

You played a little with a game on your phone, looked at the notifications, the news and even searched for the weather broadcast for the day after. It was supposed to be sunny, just like today.

Speaking of sun, you began to feel a little hot, so you took off your black leather jacket and were left with your pale pink short shirtdress. You really liked that dress because it reminded you a bit of the 50's. You loose braid fell from your shoulder on your back when you slipped off the jacket.

You looked at your brother that apparently was more social than you, because he had been able to found a few other children to play with. Then you gazed at the line and you were surprised when you saw that just a few more people were in front of you. With all the people in front of you you were honestly surprised that it took just twenty minutes, but on the other hand, it didn't take ages to take a photo either.

You put your phone away, not wanting to waste any more battery before you got to your hotel in the evening. A lttle past five it was your turn. The bodyguard checked your passes and got you in.

Your brother straight up ran to Sebastian, hugging his hips, his head barely reached his stomach.

-Hey bud! It's good to see you too. What's your name?- he chuckled squatting in front of him.

You remained in the corner watching. You didn’t buy a photo, so you weren’t supposed to appear. You had your arms crossed, your bag and jacket pressed on your chest. You grinned looking at the scene.

-Harry.- he answered proudly. Sebastian nodded, keeping his smile. Then he looked up, straight at you. His gaze locked on you. Your smile faded and a tremendous blush took place.

-And who's that, Harry?- he asked, a little smirk on his lips.

-That's my big sister y/n!- he exclaimed. Sebastian got up putting a hand on your brother's shoulder.

-Isn't your sister taking the photo?- his look never left your figure.

-Uh-Uhm...no, I just accompanied him.- you responded nervously with a gesture of your hand. He shook his head making a fake disappointed face.

-Nah, you're too pretty to not be included. What do you think pal?- your brother begged with a c'mon and you reclutantly gave up, passing your jacket and bag to the assistant with an apologetic smile. Then you walked to them and you were finally face to face with him. He was taller than you, your head reached his ear more or less.

-Hi.- you said, not really knowing what to do. He flashed a big grin.

-Hi to you.-

-Mr, there's still line outside.- the assistant said and you looked away embarassed.

-Yeah, sorry. Big smile.- Sebastian said, while he circled Harry, who was showing off his non existing muscles, with one hand, and the other was placed on your waist, pulling you closer to him. The little tug making you instictively place a hand on his chest. They were both smiling, so you did your best and gave the camera a small shy smile of your own.

-Done!- the photographer said. You moved and the assistant gave you your stuff.

-Thankyou.- you said to the handsome man. He winked.

-My pleasure.- after that you exited the tent in front of you. You brother went away jumping from the joy, while you stayed behind, walking slowly. You still didn't process what just happened. You touched unconsciously your side, where his hand was, smiling like an idiot.

-

You went to fetch the photo, and while Harry was basically flying with happiness, you couldn't stop yourself to look at how close he was holding you, your hand on his chest your rosy cheeks and his handsome grin. Your heart was about to burst.

The photo ops were over about half an hour later, and the authographs should’ve been starting in fifteen minutes. Your mind wasn't giving you a break. You kept repeating what happened in your head. At first you felt like a damn teenager in love, but then more bitter questions started to take place in your mind. Was he joking? Was he always this flirty with everyone? Was he even single in the first place? Was he just trying to get you to relax or was he hitting on you?

All these questions almost made you decide to not accompany your brother at the autograph booth. But then you just decided that you just couldn't do that, so you took a deep breath and went to queue. This time you arrived a little early, so you were on the first half thankfully. The wait was just about ten minutes.

You were next. Harry left to you the task to give him the photo to sign, just because you were taller and had better access to the table. You slipped the picture under his eyes and as soon as he recognized you, he looked up and smirked.

-Hey again.- he said with a suave tone, signing the photo. -Hey bud, are you having fun?- he asked and you looked at the little boy next to you with a smile.

-Yes! I'm your biggest fan! The winter soldier is my favourite character- he told him. You returned your gaze to Sebastian and he took the photo in his hand, passing it to you. A small smile on his lips while he watched you. You gave him a shy smile in return and felt yourself melting. You took the photo and thanked him again.

-Thank you bud. And thank you.- he spoke to you. You gave a small nod and went on.

-

After the autographs you went around a bit between the merchandise booths and ended up buying a winter soldier backpack for your Brother, then you went out to grab dinner. It was just six thirty, but you were both hungry. You eated then you sent a text to your mother saying that everything was okay. You didn't wanted to go into details.

Then you drove for a few minutes to the nice hotel you booked for the night. As soon you stepped into the room, Harry changed into his Avengers pajamas and started to watch tv.

You unpacked the only change you brought, then you wanted to put in the suitcase the documents,passes and the other stuff, but your eyes fell on the back of the photo. You took it into your hand and saw that a yellow sticky note was attached at the back.

Can't give u my number, but feel free to text me in instagram dms Seb ;)  

You were  shocked. Sebastian fucking Stan asked you to text him? You went into the bathroom with your phone, needing a moment to recompose yourself.

-Oh my God.-  you did a face palm. Walking up and down the little bathroom, you nervously toyed with the phone in your hands.

What should I do? I mean the worst that can happen is that he'll not respond. But he should, 'cause he did write the note.Your mind was spinning. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

-Oh, fuck it.- you huffed and opened instagram. You had an account but had barely two posts. You weren't the type to post or stalk people, but you did follow a lot of pages with art, photography, music and movie stuff.

You searched his user and then tapped to the dm icon. His profile pic was a black and white photo

You wrote at least five different senteces, but then went for the simplest. Then you closed the app, blocked the screen and waited. You decided to refresh yourself in the meantime. You brushed your teeth and just when you were about to take off the make up on your eyes, a notification popped up.You took the phone and unblocked it with shaky hands.

You closed the app and went back to your room with a smile plastered on your face, and almost didn't notice that your brother had fallen asleep. You you covered him with the bed covers, turned the tv off and then changed into your pjs and went to bed. You couln't wait for Tomorrow.

So, first off, I feel the need to precise that OBVIOUSLY the chat is fake and photoshopped. It’s kind of obvious, but ya know not everyone has enough braincells I guess. Just to be sure. Anyways, hope you liked it. Let me know what you thought <3

[buckthegrump]

Falling Slowly - 1

Summary: A story of love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1258

Warnings: Angst, people being assholes, and fluff

A/n: if you want to be tagged please send me an ask, Previous parts on my masterlist. This is a re-post from a while ago. Alright losers here’s part one

Everyone has their ‘coming of age’ period of time at different points in their life. For all of your friends, it seems like they went through it either at the end of high school or the beginning of college. 

Not you, life seemed to wait until you were almost done with college and everyone around had already gone through the whole figuring out who they were and have at least one long term relationship or whatever. Meanwhile, you could still only barely talk to people you find attractive. 

It was the first day of a fall term which means you spent the night before hoping, praying, and wishing on every start that you had some of your friends in your classes just in case you ‘needed’ to skip a class or two. 

Your first few classes were fine you had friends in all of them so far. Your last class was your wild card, it was an elective and none of your friends seemed interested in Greek mythology. You had always had an interest in it but this was the first time it fit into your schedule. It was taught by Thor Odinson which is odd because his name was from Norse mythology, but it was probably some old white dude who didn’t know his ass from his head anyway. 

You were expecting a smaller class that was mostly people who could easily make friends with and not feel intimidated.

You were wrong, you were so very very wrong. About all of it. When you first walked in the first thing you noticed was that it is, in fact, a small class but everyone was hot and not just ‘good looking’ or ‘not bad looking’ like someone call the fire marshal we have a fire hazard because this many hot people in one place at the same time should be a crime.

“Fuck,” you said under breath and grabbed a seat at an empty table.

The second thing you noticed is that the majority of the females in the class were sitting in the front together giggling.

“Can I sit here?” A voice startled you and you looked up at yet another beautiful man. Not trusting your voice you only nodded. “My name is Bucky Barnes and I have some friends that are going to sit with us is that ok.” You nodded again and he chuckled. “Great.”

You have been staring at him this whole time, you are completely and embarrassingly aware of how awkward you were. But you couldn’t get yourself to stop, that is until his friends showed up a few seconds later. 

“Oh hey, guys. These are my friends; Steve, T’Challa, and Sam. Guys this is one of our classmates whose name I don’t know.” He introduced them as they sat down. You had to be being punk’d, Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out at any moment. 

Steve was tall with eyes that make you want the simple life of just a farm with a lot of dogs and a smile that made you want to go to a farmers market early on a Saturday. Which was saying something because getting up early on Saturdays was for crazy people. And the scruff that looked effortless made you want to claim your new throne.

Sam was well built and had a smile that told you he was already thinking of 20 ways to get you to laugh or fall in love with him. But the glint in his eyes said that he knew exactly how to please you in other ways.

And T’Challa, oh T’Challa looked like he was there to answer all your hopes and dreams and deliver you to heaven. His smile had you almost forgetting your own name.

“So you can’t even get her name Bucky, way to go, man, she probably feels like shit now.” Sam teased.

“Dude calm down she hasn’t said one word to me and I was just about to ask.” Bucky turned to you to ask your name and that’s when the professor walked in and the giggling girls caught your attention again.

“Good afternoon class.” He greeted. Now you understood why they were giggling, if your friends were here you would be too.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You said out loud and instantly covered your mouth eyes wide. And everyone turned to look at you.

“Is everything alright?” Professor Odinson asked.

“Yeah, I just jabbed myself in the eye with something,” You lied.

“Are you ok?” The professor asked with a look of concern on his face.

“Yeah.”That was a blatant lie, how could you be ok when your professor looked like an actual god? 

“OK so let's begin.” He handed out the syllabus and went over attendance policy, grade weight, which books you’ll actually need, the cheapest place to find said books, how yes he understands that he is named after the god of thunder in Norse mythology and not greek, and a bunch of other stuff that you were mostly paying attention to. 

Then he said that you will have group projects that you will complete with the people that you were sitting at your chosen table with. Great. Which is exactly what you needed, to be in a group of guys that you would barely be able to speak too. Then he said he’ll dismiss class early but he wants you to get to know that people you will be mostly working with for the rest of the term and to exchange information.

“OK, so you know our names it’s only fair that we know yours so you don’t go in our phones as ‘Girl in greek who won’t talk to us’,” T’Challa said.

“Y/n,” You finally got out.

“Ahh, she speaks,” Sam said.

“Ignore him, it is very nice to meet you Y/n I look forward to working with you,” T’Challa said you smiled and you proceeded to pass your phone around and get them to put their numbers in your phone and sent out a group text.

Over the next few days, you realized that the group message might have been a mistake. Greek Mythology was a Monday Wednesday class so you didn’t see them Tuesday and that day alone you got upwards of 50 texts.

It was mostly Sam and Bucky arguing over anything and everything, with a few questions aimed at you which you took too long to answer because by the time you thought of a response they had moved on to a completely different topic. 

“So which one is the cutest?” Your roommate Wanda asked from the other end of the couch.

“What?” You asked with a mouth full of spaghetti.

“Out of the entire class of attractive people, you have apparently been blessed with, which one is the one who tickles your fancy the most?” 

“You’re weird Maximoff.”

“Answer the question Y/l/n.” She threatened.

“Fine,” you sat there and thought for a minute. “I’m not sure, they all have qualities that make them uniquely hot. So I don’t have a straight answer for you. But I also haven’t talked to Steve much. Actually, I don’t think he’s said a word to me but he is really cute.”

“How cute?” She asked.

You shrugged, “He looks like a farmers market dad.”

“Beard and all?” Her eyes widened slightly as you nodded. “And you have to do a group project with them? Dude, you’re fucked.”

She was right, this is going to be one hell of a term.

[mantissword]

Yuri On Ice headcanons 4

As I stand here slowly coming to hate the 8th pair of paint colors I’m trying to decide on for my first home, why not do some head canons to distract me from my own existential crisis? 😃😀🙂😶😭

Part four!

Disclaimer: fanfic has helped form parts of the hc below.

Doggos

Give Yuuri A Pupper 2019. I actually have about 9000 head canons of how they get a pupper (also please note: pupper means all dogs. Big dogs small dogs young dogs old dogs all doggos) for Yuuri. Most likely it’s Victor being the Extra M Effer he is. His Yuuri deserves his own pupper and they’ve been living in Russia for a year and he’s settled and now is perfect. Worlds has finished up (his Perfect Fiancé getting the gold he deserves fight him) so what better way to start the off season than DOGGOS?

You know those Buzzfeed doing an interview while dogs climb all over you? Yeah Victor sets one of those up. It’s not too hard being the power couple of power couples in sports. Buzzfeed practically trips over themselves to get them in ASAP. (Also we’re pretending there’s a buzzfeed branch in Russia. Or quarantine laws don’t exist for puppers. Take your pick.)

“Victor why is buzzfeed- oh my god there are so many dogs”

It’s true. It’s a mountain of dogs of all sizes and ages. Victor prides himself on them being an equal opportunity household.

Yuuri answers two of the 15 questions. It takes over two hours. It’s not his fault there are DOGS EVERYWHERE. at one point he just lays down and tells Victor to let him die. Life has peaked (“and us getting married...?” “I said what I said.” Is it strange Victor loves him even more? He doesn’t care if it is.)

Victor regrets not making it a “get drunk and play with dogs” video. Though maybe it’s for the best. He’d die over the adorable perfectness of his fiancé drunk and with dogs. Also Yuuri would probably cry and victor would PANIC. he’s still learning.

Though Yuuri does get very tearful when he reminds the audience that all the dogs are available for adoption. It breaks Victors heart a little.

One literal ball of fluff hasn’t left Yuuris lap despite all the jostling and running of other puppers. If he ever shifted she’d resituate herself on his chest, legs, where ever and doze right off. Yuuri has kept one hand on her perfect little head the whole time.

Victor takes approximately 9000 pictures and Yuuri attempts to hug them all.

“Not all of them are for adoption” and Yuuri tilts his head with a furrowed brow. Victor is strongly reminded of Makka. He’s truly Blessed.

“One is yours. Whichever you want”

Victor said he was prepared for tears. He was not.

After a solid ten minutes of “yes for real no I’m not lying Yuuri I don’t lie about dogs Yuuri” and “yes any one you want,” Yuuri is somewhat composed as he clutches little Meisha to him with big round shining eyes.

It’s another two hours just to leave as Yuuri switches between silent awe and blubbering mess. He does not let Meisha go the entire time.

The return home is eventful. Due to her wonderful nap at the taping, Meisha is full of energy for the trip home. She needs to be everywhere and see- THERES ANOTHER DOG IN THAT TRUCK HOLY SHIT ANOTHER DOG. DO YOU SEE THE OTHER DOG

Her excited yips melt their hearts. And after the very exciting other dog in the car, she curls up again and sleeps. It was very exhausting seeing another doggo.

Makka takes one sniff of her, scruffs her, and carries her to the dog bed in the corner where she spends the next 30 minutes cleaning her all over and letting Meisha tumble and climb over every inch of her.

Victor and Yuuri take a collective 9000 more pictures. Instagram doesn’t know what’s coming.

I have 6000 more hcs to go with this but yet again this got long. I’ll do a part two of doggo hcs. But enjoy this for now!

[fallforcs]

Hayrides, Fate, and Fortune Cookies

Art by @imagnifika 

Author: @searchingwardrobes

Hayrides, Fate, and Fortune Cookies

Summary: “Wow, you’re hot, but I’m pretty sure that’s your wife.” + “You are incredibly hot, and I keep falling in your lap on this hayride. I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. Wow, this is awkward!”

Rating: G for fall fluff. Like the fanfic equivalent of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon.

Trigger warnings: None unless you count the possibility of getting a toothache from the fluff :)         

A huge thank you to my beta, @looselipswontsinkships . She was swamped with school, yet still managed to look this story over and catch my silly mistakes. Also a shout out to my artist. I had this idea in my head of a beautiful fall aesthetic for my story (which I could never make myself), and look what I got! It’s not only gorgeous but exactly what I was hoping for.

I absolutely adore fall, so I hope you all enjoy this little Captain Swan autumn one shot …

When she woke up that morning, Emma Swan would have never believed that the day would start with a hayride and end with fortune cookies. Of course, she had promised three year old Henry that she would take him to the pumpkin patch in the little coastal town of Storybrooke, Main. The one that all the mom blogs in Portland rated the best pumpkin patch in the area. Peter’s Pumpkins and Pies. In Storybrooke . Ah, she got it. Cute and clever. Or something.

There was so little that she, as an overworked, underpaid single mother, could give to her tiny son. She could at least give him this. She could take pictures of Henry in his cute fall jacket amidst the bright orange pumpkins and post them on Instagram, just like all the other moms.

But then she had awakened to a cold drizzle outside the window and a leaden gray sky. She gently told Henry the weather was just too nasty for the pumpkin patch. Then Henry had dissolved into a puddle of tears on the kitchen floor. Now, Emma wasn’t one of those moms who was ruled by some kind of toddler tyrant. But the thing was, Henry wasn’t that kind of kid. Sure, he had colic the first four months of his life, but it was as if he’d spent all his tears in that brief space of time (though it hadn’t felt brief when she was in the middle of it.) But now Henry was a complacent, easy to please child. His tears that morning were more of the “my little heart is breaking” variety rather than the “I’m going to scream until I get my way” variety.

Emma’s heart broke a little bit too. She was supposed to feel like she didn’t suck at this mom thing for once. So she bundled Henry up in his waterproof jacket with the flannel lining and put his Spiderman boots on his little feet, and prayed the rain would taper off during the 45 minute drive.

For once, Emma’s prayers to anyone up there who would listen were actually answered because by the time she parked in the open field next to Peter’s Pumpkins and Pies, the rain had stopped. However, their feet still made loud squelching sounds as they walked across the soaked grass, and Emma was glad for the rain boots they both wore. The sky was still gray, and the wind that lashed their faces still held a hint of dampness. It also brought the smell of wet, dirty fur downwind from the petting zoo. Not the most pleasant aroma. Emma would have to make sure Henry didn’t notice the barnyard where they kept the animals. The last things she wanted to do was wade through the mud to pet wet, smelly sheep and goats.

“Two please,” Emma said when she reached the ticket booth.

“That’ll be twenty-four dollars,” the plump, cheery woman behind the counter told her.

Emma’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. “Tw-twenty f-four dollars?” she stuttered incredulously.

“That’s right, tickets are twelve dollars a person,” the woman explained, her smile not wavering in the least at Emma’s reaction.

“But, he’s only three,” Emma said, gesturing down to Henry, “does he get in free?”

The woman peered at Henry over the edge of the booth and shrugged apologetically at Emma. “Only guests two and under are free.”

Emma let out a long breath. “A child’s ticket?” she asked hopefully.

“That is the child’s price,” the woman clarified, pointing to a bright sign decorated in fall leaves that announced: Adult Admission at Child’s Price! This weekend only! “Adult tickets are normally sixteen dollars.”

Emma bit her lip as she fished the money out of her pocket. She had promised Henry, but there went pizza for tonight. She guessed it was bologna sandwiches again.

The good thing about the rain was that the crowd was thin. Emma figured that the weather was a blessing in disguise since the weekend’s special deal usually made it a crowded one. Emma was also relieved to see that the petting zoo was down the hill and out of sight of her enthusiastic three year old. Henry was bouncing up and down and swinging their joined hands back and forth.

“What do you want to do first, Henry?” Emma asked, the sight of her son’s joy causing everything else - the weather, the mud, the smells, and the expensive cost of admission - to be pushed far from her mind. “There’s a corn maze, a story barn, a hay ride … oooh, look you can paint your own little pumpkin!”

Emma was relieved to see that everything, including the mini pumpkins to paint, were included in the price of admission. The only thing they would have to pay for was a large pumpkin to take home and carve and maybe a pie. (Okay, she was definitely getting a pie. If pizza was out, she was at least getting a dessert out of all this.)

The next hay ride wasn’t for another fifteen minutes, so they decided to go the story barn where an enthusiastic teenager in overalls and braids was getting ready to read a picture book to the children gathering around on huge logs. Emma grimaced when they took a seat; the logs had apparently soaked up all the rain. Henry scrambled up to stand on top of the log so he could see better over the gathering crowd.

“Henry care-“ the words had barely left Emma’s mouth when Henry’s left Spiderman boot slid out from under him. He pitched backwards, arms pinwheeling in empty air. Emma reached out to grab him, but another set of hands caught him first. “Oh my God, thank you! I –“

Emma’s words failed her then as she looked up into an unfairly attractive face. The man had lustrous dark hair, a finely chiseled jaw covered in delicious looking scruff, and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. The eyes were what left her speechless. Then he smiled. A charming, somewhat rakish smile, and then Emma felt herself go hot. She blinked, trying to rouse herself from this stupor. She never let men affect her this way. Ever.

“Be careful there, lad,” he chuckled as he swung Henry up.

He had a British accent, too. Great. If he wasn’t a solid ten before, he sure was now. And he was fit too she could now see as he deposited Henry gently back onto the log (in a seated position this time). His tight jeans, black leather jacket, and gray t-shirt beneath put his toned physique on clear display. The v-neck of the shirt also showed off dark chest hair that made Emma’s throat go dry. He winked at her as he took his seat again on the log behind them.

“Swing me up too!” the little girl next to him squealed. She was an adorable thing with big blonde curls and huge blue eyes that were the same shade as Henry’s rescuer. The man caved immediately to the little girl’s request, and she giggled in delight as he scooped her up and swooped her around in an arc.

“Put her down, Killian!” a woman admonished, though her words had little heat. “The show’s about to start, and you’re blocking everyone’s view!”

The man – Killian, apparently – obeyed the woman’s request immediately, settling the little girl on his knee. It was then that Emma noticed the wedding band glinting in the sun on his left hand. Emma’s heart immediately sank. Sure enough, the woman beside him also had a wedding band with a sparkling diamond solitaire nestled above it. Emma wondered how those rings could sparkle so much on a cloudy day. They must be mocking her.

Emma turned away, putting her arm around Henry to pull him closer as story time began. It was about a misfit pumpkin who was square instead of round, though Emma had a hard time following the plot. She was far too aware of the handsome stranger behind her, and she had to force herself not to glance behind her. He’s with his wife she kept admonishing herself.

The enthusiastic storyteller had Henry giggling in all the right places. She finished up the story with a bow, informing everyone that another hayride was about to leave from the wooden gate directly behind them. It was insane how fast the mob headed in that direction, and Emma held tight to Henry’s hand. They were jostled by overeager children and parents who acted as if this were a ride at Disneyland instead of a flatbed piled with hay. A large man with an ample midsection shoved Emma from behind, propelling her right into … married hottie.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment. To make matters worse, her next step sent her sliding through a slick patch of mud, and the stranger had to grasp her by both arms to keep her from falling.

“No harm, love,” he assured as he helped her find her footing again.

“Mommy, hu-wee!” Henry piped up, yanking on her hand.

She shook her head to clear it and saw that the hayride was almost full. She mumbled a thank you to the blue-eyed Brit and hurried after her son. The man’s wife and daughter were already climbing the steps into the hay bed, and he hurried past Emma to assist them. Emma took the opportunity to really look at the woman. She moved with elegance, even when taking her husband’s hand to climb aboard the flatbed. Her light blonde hair was in a fishtail braid that rested over her shoulder. She smiled at the little girl as her husband swung the child up, tickling her as she settled into her mother’s lap. It was a picture of domestic bliss framed with the wooden fence and the trees above covered in red and orange leaves like the covers of those parenting magazines that littered the waiting room at the health department. But she could at least scoff at those, knowing they were fake families made of perfect models. This scene was like salt rubbed right where it would hurt most.

Emma brushed off the melancholy thoughts as she helped Henry up into the hay. She had never been so keenly aware of how scuffed his boots were, how faded his little thrift store jacket. Did everyone on this hayride look at the two of them and feel pity? Or worse, judgment? Emma bit her lip, wondering why the handsome man and his picture perfect family were bothering her so much. She grasped the sides of the flatbed and pulled herself up. She and Henry were the last two on, and the hay was packed with people. Emma hesitated, glancing around for an open spot. Impatient, Henry began to whine and cling to her leg. His weight, combined with the uneven bed of hay and the slight tilt of the vehicle on the rutted trail, sent Emma pitching sideways. She fell into another person, both of them grunting with the impact. Emma braced herself against a strong pair of shoulders and looked up into the shocked blue eyes of the same handsome – unavailable – man as before. What did his wife call him again? Oh right …Killian.

To Emma’s shock, his wife actually laughed as Emma stammered an apology. She had literally fallen into the man’s lap, and her legs were tangled up with his. A blush colored his own cheeks as he grinned at her.

“We’ve got to quit meeting this way,” he teased.

“Stop flirting and let the poor woman go,” his wife admonished with a light slap to his shoulder.

She was either really secure in their relationship, or she was really used to women falling all over her husband. Probably the latter, though most women probably didn’t do it as literally as Emma just had. Emma scooted quickly out of his lap, but still didn’t see a spot for her and Henry. It felt like everyone on the hayride was staring at her.

“Here love,” Killian said, scooting over closer to his wife and slinging his arm over her shoulder, “you and your boy can squeeze in here.”

Emma mumbled a thank you yet again – when had her tongue swollen to twice its size? – and wedged herself between Killian and the back gate of the flatbed. She got Henry situated on her lap just as the tractor lurched forward. She grabbed onto the metal grate next to her to steady herself.

“Killian Jones,” the man at her side officially introduced himself, offering his hand.

“Emma Swan,” she replied, shaking it.

“Elsa Jones,” the other woman said, leaning over Killian to offer her hand to shake as well. The last name snuffed out the tiny flicker of hope that had remained in Emma’s heart. So they were married. “And this,” Elsa Jones added, tickling the little girl in her own lap, “is Bethany.”

“Nice to meet you, Bethany,” Emma told the little girl, “how old are you?”

“Thwee,” the child answered, struggling to hold up the requisite number of fingers.

“What do you know?” Emma said to Henry enthusiastically. “You’re three too, Henry. Say hello to Bethany.”

“Hello,” Henry muttered as if it pained him to do so, then turned his face to bury it in his mother’s chest.

Emma frowned. “What’s up with you, kid? You’re never shy.”

Killian leaned towards her conspiratorially. “Maybe he just has a thing for blondes.”

He waggled his eyes, and Emma wondered what his angle was. Maybe he was referring to his wife? Then again, he had also winked at Emma earlier. The guy’s handsome looks suddenly weren’t affecting her quite the same way. What kind of jerk flirted with another woman right in front of his wife?

Emma pressed her lips together as she purposefully looked away from him. Come on, Emma, a part of her argued, maybe he’s just friendly and doesn’t realize how it comes across. But another part of her argued back that the male gender hadn’t exactly proven itself trustworthy throughout her life. Most were scumbags, weren’t they?

The hay ride took them past a field of cows and another of beautiful horses. Emma and Elsa both chatted with the children about the animals, asking what sounds they made. Elsa laughed and chatted with Emma about the things mothers usually do; the struggles of potty training, the annoying kid shows with songs that get stuck in your head, the infernal stubbornness of three year olds. Emma found it odd that she didn’t include her husband in the parenting equation, and even more strange that he didn’t put in his own antidotes. The cracks were showing in this supposedly perfect little family, but it strangely didn’t bring Emma any satisfaction.

The hayride was incredibly bumpy because of all the rain, much to Emma’s chagrin because she kept falling against the rock-hard chest of the man sitting next to her. The more it happened, the more irritated Emma became and the more apologetic Killian became.

Next they passed a field of pumpkins where families ambled amongst the orange gourds, searching for the perfect one. The children both exclaimed with delight, asking when they would get to choose their own pumpkin. Bethany tugged on her father’s arm, pointing excitedly.

“I see, starfish, pumpkins!” he chuckled, brushing a kiss against her curls.

Emma blinked, her heart playing ping pong with her brain. Who was this guy? Flirtatious jerk? Inattentive husband? Doting father? Emma couldn’t tell.

As they rounded the pumpkin patch, the tractor hit a deep rut and then slid in the mud. For one terrifying moment, the entire thing pitched sideways and everyone on board screamed. The driver corrected, guiding them back onto steady ground with a huge bump. The bump sent Emma careening sideways, and she ended up draped across the chest of Killian Jones, her arms encircling his neck.

She reacted more quickly this time, her “I’m so, so, SO sorry!” now directed at Elsa. The woman, amazingly, still didn’t seem fazed. As a matter of fact, the smile on her face and the light in her eyes almost seemed … delighted?

Emma didn’t want to waste one more minute trying to figure out this little family. As soon as the driver opened the gate, Emma scrambled down from the hayride, balancing Henry on her hip. Her son, however, wasn’t cooperating with her attempt at a quick getaway. At some point during the hay ride, Bethany had apparently become his new best friend. She squealed and grabbed his hand as soon as her family climbed down.

“We wanna do the maze!” Bethany shouted.

“The maze! The maze!” Henry echoed her, jumping up and down.

Then the two of them were off like a shot towards the nearby field of tall corn.

“Don’t get too far ahead!” Elsa shouted after them.

“You’ll get lost in there, Henry!” Emma called out as she and her new friend jogged down the hill after them.

“I’ve got them!” Killian assured, passing them with his longer strides. He grabbed up both kids easily, one in each arm, and they both giggled with delight. He turned towards Emma and Elsa with a wink then set the kids down at the entrance to the maze marked “easy.”

Elsa and Emma slowed their pace, following Killian and the children into the maze. Elsa gave her an almost mischievous smile before leaning over to speak to her in a low voice.

“I think he likes you.”

Emma’s eyes grew wide as saucers and her mouth hung open at the other woman’s words. She glanced over at Killian, then back to Elsa, then blinked rapidly. “He, you mean Killian? As in your … your … husband?” She practically whispered the last word.

Elsa’s eyebrows flew to her hairline before she tilted her head back and let out a long, hearty laugh. Emma narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, failing to see why being invited into some weird open marriage scenario was so hilarious to this woman.

“Oh my God, no!” Elsa laughed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I guess I can see how you thought that. We should have been clearer when we introduced ourselves. Killian’s my brother-in-law .”

“Ohhh …” Emma said, trailing off, feeling like she’d just gotten mental whiplash, “but he is married. I saw the ring.”

The smile fell from Elsa’s face as she shook her head, “I’ve told him so many times to take that ring off. He says he can’t bear to, but I think it’s sort of a way to protect his heart, you know? Women assume, like you did, so they stay away.”

Emma tilted her head as her gaze landed on Killian again. He grabbed Bethany before she could dash off in the opposite direction from Henry, tickling her as he tossed her over his shoulder.

“What happened to his wife?”

Elsa sighed. “It was a brain tumor. By the time they found it, the cancer was too advanced. He only had Milah for about four months after the diagnosis. That was four years ago.”

Emma groaned and covered her face with her hands, “God, I feel horrible now.”

Elsa chuckled. “I understand now why you got a little prickly back there. You thought my husband was hitting on you.” She laughed again as if being married to Killian was the funniest, most preposterous scenario. “I mean, he’s a great guy, but he and Liam – my husband – couldn’t be more different. I guess steady and serious is more my type.”

They walked in silence for a moment. They could no longer see Killian or the kids, but they could hear the children’s giggles around the corner and followed the sound.

“Liam is in the navy,” Elsa explained, “and when he was deployed eight months ago, Killian moved here to help with Bethany.”

“Wow,” Emma said, feeling even worse about the assumptions she had made, “that’s a rare guy.”

“Yeah,” Elsa agreed, “that’s why I want to see him move on from his grief.” She stopped and turned to Emma with an earnest expression. “That’s why I was so happy the second he winked at you back at the story barn. I haven’t seen him flirt with a woman that way in so long. And he blushed ten shades of red when you landed in his lap.”

Emma groaned. “Twice. I landed in his lap twice.”

Elsa nudged her shoulder. “Maybe it was fate giving you a little push.”

The “easy” corn maze took far longer than Emma would have expected, and they were all hot, sweaty, and hungry by the time they found their way out. The clouds had rolled away, revealing a bright blue sky, and the temperature had risen with it. Henry had shed his jacket long ago, leaving Emma to lug it around along with her own.

“Why do people think these things are fun?” Emma quipped as they exited the corn field, and Elsa and Killian both laughed in agreement.

“And that was the easy one!” Elsa said with a shake of her head.

“Let’s get some food into these little ones, shall we?” Killian asked, gesturing to a food truck that had been parked along the tree line with wooden picnic benches set up in front of it.

“The little ones?” Emma laughed. “ I’m starving.”

“Uh, why don’t I take the kids and get us a table?” Elsa suggested. “And you two go get the food?”

Emma had only just met the woman, but she was no fool. She noticed the slight tilt of Elsa’s head in Killian’s direction as she locked eyes with Emma. Then she was corralling the kids towards the tables, assuming the other two adults would follow her orders.

“How she and my brother don’t fight twenty four seven is beyond me,” Killian commented with a shake of his head. “They both like bossing people around.”

Emma laughed as they made their way to the food truck. When they joined the long line of people waiting to order, she cleared her throat nervously and shuffled her feet.

“I owe you an apology,” she finally blurted out.

Killian’s brow furrowed. “Miss Swan, you really need to stop apologizing. It was crowded and bumpy –“

She waved her hand to stop him. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about … .” she searched for the right words and finally settled on the one Elsa had used earlier, “being prickly.”

He cocked his head at her. “Prickly?”

She let out a long breath. “I was sort of rude. I … I thought you and Elsa were married.”

He gave a small chuckle but didn’t dissolve into laughter as Elsa hand. Instead he lifted his left hand and fiddled with the ring resting there. “I can’t fault you for being confused, love. And if you were right, I would definitely be worthy of your cold shoulder.”

“Are you always so eloquent?” Emma asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

He laughed and scratched behind his ear. “So I’ve been told.”

“So I’m forgiven?”

His smile broadened. “Of course.”

They shuffled forward in the slow moving line, and Emma gazed across the field where Elsa sat at a picnic table. Henry was chasing Bethany in circles nearby.

“Elsa explained it all to me,” she told him quietly.

“About why I’m tagging along with their little family or why I’m still wearing a wedding ring?” he asked bluntly.

Emma shrugged. “Both.”

He nodded, staring down at the ring and twirling it around his finger. “It was hard for me to be around them at first. I know it hurt Liam; he was so excited when Bethany was born. But all it did was remind me of what I had lost.” He looked up and met Emma’s gaze. “Milah was pregnant when they found the tumor. Our child and Bethany would have been about the same age.”

Emma frowned as her heart sank. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

He released a sigh as he rubbed his chin. “But it was wrong of me to stay away. I see that now. When Liam shipped out, I was going nowhere, doing nothing with my life. The least I could do was be here for my family when they needed me. Being around Bethany has been the best medicine for my soul, you know? I love that little starfish with all I have.”

Emma smiled. “Kids can do that. Henry is the only good thing to come from a very painful time in my life.”

Killian frowned. “I’m sorry, Emma. Is his father in his life at all?”

Emma shook her head. “No. He doesn’t deserve to be. Let’s just say he took advantage of me, then left me.” She pressed her lips together, hoping Killian didn’t ask for more of the story. She was shocked she had told him that much.

He reached down and gently took her hand. “He must be the world’s biggest idiot, then,” he told her softly, giving her fingers a tiny squeeze.

Emma felt a blush stain her cheeks even as she rolled her eyes. “Smooth.”

Killian wiggled his eyebrows. “It was rather, wasn’t it?” he quipped, making her laugh.

By that point, they had reached the truck. Emma looked over the menu, which was filled with typical country fair type refreshments: funnel cakes, corn dogs, French fries, and candy apples. Emma’s heart sank as she looked at the inflated prices, imagining the tiny wad of cash remaining in the front pocket of her jeans.

“It’s on me, Swan,” Killian said as he stepped up to the window, pulling his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Anything you and your boy would like.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Emma protested.

He smiled gently at her. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

Emma hated charity, but the way Killian spoke so sincerely, the way his gaze rested warmly on her, it didn’t feel like charity at all. She gave a simple nod, then gave the employee in the window her order. They made their way back to Elsa and the kids laden down with five corn dogs, four orders of fries, an order of onion rings, and five cans of soda. Killian helped her hand everything out, and they all sat down. Elsa and Emma went to work immediately cutting the kids’ corn dogs into bite size pieces.

“Onion rings, not fries,” Killian pointed out before taking a sip of his drink, “I’ll file that information away, love.”

Emma shook her head, hating the way he could so easily make her blush as she concentrated on Henry’s corn dog. She cleared her throat. “Who says you’ll need it?”

He arched one brow and smirked. “A man can hope.”

Elsa smiled delightedly at the pair of them, no doubt praising herself for her matchmaking skills.

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After eating, the kids wanted to go to the pumpkin painting booth. Each child got a complimentary tiny pumpkin to paint. Being typical three year olds, both children were too stubborn to let Elsa or Emma assist them. Little Bethany poked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she carefully dabbed blue and yellow polka dots all over her pumpkin. Her circles were blotchy and misshapen, but for three, it was extremely impressive. Henry, on the other hand, insisted on covering his pumpkin sloppily in every color available.

“She’s really good at this,” Emma commented, gesturing to Bethany’s handiwork.

Elsa grinned and elbowed Killian in the ribs. “It’s in her genes, isn’t it?”

“You’re an artist?” Emma asked as Killian scratched behind his ear. She was beginning to wonder if it was a nervous tic of his.

“I dabble,” he admitted with a shrug.

“Dabble?” Elsa snorted with a roll of her eyes. Then she looked at Emma and explained, “he’s a graphic artist.”

“Well,” Killian explained, gesturing to the table before them, “I was referring to the paint. I dabble with painting. The computer stuff is my job. But drawing and painting? That’s my hobby.”

Emma smiled with appreciation at him, then frowned down at Henry’s pumpkin. The colors had all mixed together into a nasty brown. “Well, I can’t say there are any artistic genes in my family.”

Henry turned with a broad grin to show off his pumpkin, and Killian hid a laugh behind his hand. Emma shrugged as she praised Henry’s effort. Oh well, maybe her kid would have other talents, right?

The employees manning the booth lined up all the pumpkins to dry on a shelf behind them, jotting the kids’ names on paper towels. They were informed that they could pick up the dried projects on their way out in about half an hour, so the five of them headed for the pumpkin patch.

“We’re avoiding the petting zoo,” Elsa whispered in Emma’s ear conspiratorially.

“Oh, I’m with you on that one,” Emma whispered back.

“I mean, it rained this morning,” Elsa continued, wrinkling her nose, “do you know how bad those animals are going to smell?”

Emma laughed, “I know, right?”

She remembered reading Anne of Green Gables as a kid. Tried to read it, anyway. The librarian at her middle school thought it would be perfect for Emma; the story of an unwanted orphan finding an unlikely family. The librarian was wrong. Emma Swan had never met a Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert, had never been as optimistic as Anne Shirley, and she had certainly never had any friends who were “kindred spirits.” But now, here with Elsa? She was re-thinking the possibility of such things.

The kids raced through the rows of pumpkins, thumping them with their hands like giant drums. Elsa chose a medium sized pumpkin to make a pie, tucking it under her arm. Emma just stood there, looking up and down the rows with a frown on her face.

“Something wrong, love?” Killian asked.

Emma shrugged with a wry laugh. “Never been to a pumpkin patch before. I’ve always just gotten them at the grocery store.”

Killian nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The first time I ever went was with Milah after we’d been married about a year.” He pushed a pumpkin idly with his toe before meeting her gaze. “Not many foster parents take the time you know. Never even carved a pumpkin until Liam and I were on our own.”

Emma blinked, shocked to recognize the shame in his eyes. “Foster parents?”

Killian nodded. “Mum died when I was so young, I don’t remember her. Papa just up and left. So …”

Emma bit her lip. “Similar story,” she admitted, “I guess. Thing is, I don’t even know who my parents were or why they abandoned me.”

They were quiet for a long moment, and Emma was relieved to see only understanding, not pity in Killian’s eyes. Then he gave her a soft smile and reached out to twirl a lock of her hair around his finger.

“Well Swan, you never forget your first,” he told her with a smirk.

Emma gaped. “Excuse me?”

He laughed. “First pumpkin that is.”

Emma rolled her eyes and smacked him in the shoulder. “You’re awful.”

“You think I’m cute, admit it,” he teased, sauntering into her personal space.

Emma swallowed hard as she tilted her head to look up at him. The sun overhead sparkled in his blue eyes and his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Are you two ever going to pick a pumpkin, or are you just going to keep flirting?”

Elsa’s voice snapped them both out of it, and Killian rushed over to hoist the large carving pumpkin that his sister-in-law was attempting to juggle with the pie pumpkin. Killian turned back to Emma, his expression looking a bit bashful as his tongue swiped across his lower lip nervously.

“We’re having a get together tonight,” Killian began, “for Elsa’s sister’s birthday. It’s real casual; just ordering some Chinese and then having a bonfire. We … we would love to have you. And Henry, of course.”

“That’s a great idea!” Elsa exulted, smiling broadly. “Bethany and Henry have obviously hit it off, and we always order way too much food.”

“Um …” Emma hedged, her gaze darting from Killian to Elsa and back again.

A part of her wanted to say yes. She had only just met these two, and they already felt like such great friends. But the other part of her, the cautious part, latched onto the fact that she had just met these people . Wasn’t this the part in movies where the naïve young mother gets taken in by the seemingly friendly couple who are actually serial killers? Or she accepts a friendly offer only to find herself escorted to the compound of some weird cult?

Emma shook her head before the words were even out of her mouth. “It’s such a long drive to the city. We really shouldn’t.”

Killian glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s three already, and we’re eating at six. You can just come on over and visit until everyone arrives.”

“You’ll love Anna and her husband,” Elsa insisted.

Emma looked into both their faces, so friendly, so open. In Killian’s eyes, and in their conversations, she also felt a deep connection that she couldn’t explain. But instead of those things comforting her, they only freaked her out more.

“I really can’t,” she said firmly.

Neither of them could hide their disappointment. Killian’s shoulders sagged and he dropped his head to stare at the pumpkin in his arms. When he lifted his gaze to Emma’s, his expression was almost pleading.

“It was wonderful meeting you, Swan. Perhaps … I could get your number?”

Emma felt her heart thudding in her chest, the air suddenly tight in her lungs. They had too much in common, too much shared tragedy. He would expect things to get serious, and that terrified her.

“I … don’t think that’s a good idea.” She averted her gaze when she saw the clear hurt in his eyes.

“Well,” he said with a resigned sigh, “let me help Elsa get these to the car, and I’ll come back and carry yours for you.”

“No, don’t do that,” Emma told him quickly. She feared if she was in this man’s presence for one more minute, her resolve might crumble. “We may be awhile yet. First pumpkin, remember? Gotta make it a good one.”

The smile he gave her was forced, and Elsa laid a hand on his arm as they walked away. Emma remembered her words earlier, I haven’t seen him flirt with a woman that way in so long. He had finally put himself out there, and Emma had crushed him. After they disappeared over the hill, Emma collapsed onto an enormous pumpkin behind her.

“Mo-mmy!” Henry exclaimed, pulling on her hand. “Why you sittin?”

Emma looked at her son wearily. “Because Mommy feels like dirt, that’s why.”

She let Henry pull her to her feet, and she wandered aimlessly among the pumpkins. Henry didn’t seem to mind her stupor, content to run around, climbing on pumpkins and using them like bongo drums. She finally snapped out of it and helped Henry pick a pumpkin for them to carve. One that wasn’t too big or too small and was nice and round. When she hoisted it into her arms, she regretted turning down Killian’s offer to come back and carry it for her. Thankfully, an employee came over to assist her, pushing a wheelbarrow.

It wasn’t until Emma had paid for the pumpkin with the last of the cash in her pocket and had the employee lift it into her backseat that she remembered the tiny pumpkin Henry had painted. She contemplated leaving it, considering that it looked like it had been rolled in doggy poo, but then she thought about what would happen if Henry remembered it. She might have a meltdown on her hands, especially since he hadn’t had a nap today. She sighed wearily, took Henry’s hand, and headed back to the painting booth.

Emma smiled at the workers and thanked them as they handed her Henry’s brown-smudged pumpkin. As she turned to go, Henry’s exclamation stopped her.

“Mommy, look!”

Her son was holding up a pink polka dot Minnie Mouse backpack. On the table next to him was the adorable polka dotted pumpkin Bethany had painted earlier. Emma gasped and took the backpack from her son’s hand. She remembered Elsa carrying it around all day, even complaining how she couldn’t get Bethany to wear it. She examined the pack, looking for a tag with an address, but she could find nothing. She zipped it open, and there, written in black sharpie on the inside cover was, “Property of Bethany Jones, 1245 Sweet Haven Lane, Storybrooke, ME.”

“Henry,” Emma said to her little boy with a smile on her face, “I think fate just gave me another push.”

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Emma’s GPS told her to take another right turn, then announced that her destination was on the left. Emma parked along the curb, leaning to look out of the window of her yellow bug at the adorable blue Victorian house at 1245 Sweet Haven Lane.

“I hung-wee, Mommy,” Henry told her from the backseat.

“I know, kid,” Emma told him as she unbuckled her seat belt, “we might be eating in just a minute.” If they still want us, that is.

Emma helped Henry out of his car seat and onto the curb. She grabbed Bethany’s things from the front passenger seat, then took Henry’s hand as they walked up the front steps of the beautiful house. It was a little after six, and dusk was falling. The porch lights were already glowing beside the quaint front door. Emma took a deep breath and knocked.

The door swung open a few moments later, and Emma’s breath left her lungs when she saw Killian Jones standing there. Thankfully, he smiled when he saw her.

“Swan! You changed your mind?”

Emma returned his smile and lifted the backpack up for him to see. “I found this after you left. Your address was inside.”

“Oh,” Killian said, his face falling as he accepted the bag, “thank you.”

“The pumpkin she painted is inside.”

“Uncle Ki-wee!” a small voice called, and then Bethany Jones was colliding with her uncle’s leg. “My bag!” she squealed, grabbing it and hugging it to her chest. “Hen-we!” she exclaimed next, launching herself at her new friend.

“Beffy!” Henry shouted in return.

Before Emma could say anything, Bethany was pulling Henry inside and tugging him down the hall. She shouted as she ran, “They came, Mommy! It worked!”

Killian’s jaw dropped and his face turned red. He pointed at his niece’s retreating form. “I did not plan this, I swear. This was all Elsa’s doing.”

Emma smiled shyly up at him. “I don’t mind. I’m kind of glad, actually.”

He grinned so wide, Emma noticed for the first time that he had dimples. “So you’ll stay?”

She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I do like Chinese food.”

Killian ushered her inside, where she was promptly enveloped in a hug from Elsa.

“Don’t be mad,” she whispered in Emma’s ear.

Emma smiled at her as she pulled away from her embrace. “Mad? I might just thank you.”

Elsa gave a relieved laugh as she pulled her gently into a formal dining room. A red head walked through an archway that led into the kitchen, carrying two cartons of take out. She actually waddled more than walked because she was very hugely pregnant.

“Emma,” Elsa said eagerly, pulling her across the room, “this is my sister Anna.”

The woman set the cartons of fried rice onto the table and then hugged Emma eagerly. “It is so nice to meet you! Elsa told me all about everything,” she finished with a wink.

Emma could only stammer and blush as Anna stepped away. A man with dirty blonde hair came through the archway next, carrying plastic containers of sweet and sour chicken.

“So who was at the door?” he asked as he came into the room, not really paying attention. “Was it that blonde Killian has a crush on?”

Killian walked in the room at the same moment from the hallway, and he stood there, the top of his ears turning red. Bethany was wrapped around his left leg, and Henry around his right. Both were giggling delightedly. Overall, it made an adorable picture.

“Kristoff!” Anna admonished over her shoulder, then quickly turned back to Emma. “Forgive my husband, he has no filter.”

“Says the girl who asked me why I smelled like wet fur the day she met me,” Kristoff grumbled.

Anna rolled her eyes. “Just go get the soy sauce, honey.”

Chastised, Kristoff shuffled back to the kitchen. Elsa shook her head. “Don’t mind them, their cutting banter is their idea of foreplay.”

Anna laughed as she eased herself awkwardly into a dining room chair. “As you can clearly see,” she said, rubbing her large abdomen.

“When are you due?” Emma asked politely.

“Not for another month,” Anna said on a long sigh, “and I know, I’m huge.”

“You look perfect,” Kristoff assured her as he returned with the condiments.

He leaned over and planted a kiss to her forehead. Anna tilted her head and smiled up at him, squeezing the hand that rested on her shoulder. Emma had to admit they were an adorable couple.

Elsa encouraged everyone to take a seat, adamant about who sat where. Therefore, Emma wasn’t surprised to end up on Killian’s right with Henry on the other side of her. Food was passed around amidst easy chatter, and Emma just soaked it in. The only time she ever had this as a kid was with that one family when she was fourteen. Then they had chosen their “real kids” over her, and she had run away.

“So Elsa said you live in Portland,” Kristoff said, making small talk to include her. “What do you do?”

“Oh, um … “ Emma hedged, squirming in her seat, “right now I’m just a temp, filling in here and there.”

She stared at her fried rice, hoping her answer didn’t make her sound irresponsible. Giving birth in jail at 18 wasn’t exactly conducive to higher education, and even though she had worked her butt off once she got out to be able to keep Henry, employers weren’t exactly jumping to give her a chance.

“That’s so funny,” Elsa laughed, “I was working at a temp agency when I met Kristoff. I would never have offered him a home cooked meal if I had known he would steal away my sister.”

Emma laughed along with them as they reminisced, relieved that no one was pressing her about her career plans. Until Elsa turned to her again.

“Have you thought of online college?” she asked. “That’s what I did while working as a temp. Anna and I lost our parents when I was a freshman in college, and it drastically changed both our plans.”

“I’m sorry,” Emma said softly.

Killian leaned over, “Welcome to the orphan’s club.”

Emma glanced around the table at all of the welcoming faces around her, and for the first time since she pulled up to the curb in front of the house, she relaxed. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and Emma found herself smiling and laughing.

“Killian!” Anna gasped, reaching across the table to grasp his left hand which was reaching for another helping of rice, “You took off your wedding ring!”

“Um, aye,” he said awkwardly, pulling his hand from her grip and scratching behind his ear. He glanced at Emma and held her gaze as he explained. “It felt like it was finally time to move on.”

“Oh, I’m so happy!” Anna gasped, both hands flying to her face and tears filling her eyes. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed at her cheeks as they spilled over. “Sorry, pregnancy hormones you know.”

“Mommy,” Bethany piped up, tugging on Elsa’s sleeve, “when we get mashmell-os?”

Elsa rubbed her daughter’s back. “In just a little bit, sweetie.”

“I think we’re all done, right?” Kristoff asked. “All we have to do is toss the paper plates and put away the leftovers.”

“Yay!” Bethany cheered.

“Wait!” Anna said. She reached for a small bowl full of cellophane wrapped fortune cookies. “It’s a birthday tradition, you know. Choose a cookie.”

“We all have to go around and read our fortunes out loud,” Killian explained.

“Oh,” Emma said with a nod as she reached into the bowl as it was passed to her.

“Birthday girl first!” Anna squealed, then broke open her cookie. She read it silently, then burst out laughing. “A great change is coming your way.”

Everyone laughed along with her, and Elsa quipped, “Believe me, you have lots of changes in your future, most of them smelly ones. Right, Emma?”

“Okay,” Anna said, rubbing her hands together gleefully, “I choose Killian to go next.” She exchanged a delighted glance with her sister then added in a sing-song voice, “I hope it’s a good one!”

Killian just shook his head at the teasing as he cracked open his fortune cookie. As he read the tiny slip of paper, however, the blood seemed to drain from his face, and his eyes widened considerably. He just sat there for a long moment, staring at it.

“Well,” Anna pressed, leaning across the table and craning her neck to try to see his fortune, “what does it say?”

“Nothing,” Killian said with a shake of his head, “just your generic good luck sentiment, you know.”

“Killian,” Elsa admonished with a narrowing of her eyes, “that’s not how the tradition works and you know it. Read the fortune, Jones.”

Killian swallowed as red crept up his neck. Then he cleared his throat and read, “Kiss the person to your right.”

Every pair of eyes at the table swiveled towards Emma. Except Killian, who stared down at his plate.

“No way!” Kristoff argued. “It doesn’t say that. Let me see!”

He reached across the table and snatched the fortune. Upon reading it, he handed it to his wife. Her jaw dropped.

“That’s really what it says!”

The fortune was passed around until it got to Emma. Sure enough, Killian wasn’t making it up. Emma’s face burned as she slid the paper over to Killian, their fingertips brushing. She ever so slowly lifted her gaze to his. He gave her a sheepish smile and an apologetic shrug.

“Well, kiss her!” Anna insisted. Her sister and her husband added their encouragement as well.

Emma could see that Killian was conflicted. So she arched a brow and gave him a flirty smile as she said, “Well, how about it? You gonna kiss me or just sit there?”

There was a combination of cheering and clapping from the others, even Bethany and Henry, though they probably had no idea what was going on. Killian chuckled and ducked his head, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. Then his eyes met hers again, and he leaned towards her. But just before his lips could connect with hers, he changed his angle and brushed them across her cheek instead. Emma was simultaneously disappointed and amazed at how that simple brush of his lips sent a thrill all the way to the core of her. A groan resounded from the others but Emma gave him a tender smile. Though part of her wanted him to kiss her properly, she knew it would have been awkward with everyone, including her three year old watching. He reached out with his thumb and brushed it across the dimple in her chin. It was only a quick, light touch, but it made her heart flip anyway.

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After the fortune cookies, Kristoff and Killian got a bonfire going in the backyard, and everyone gathered around to roast marshmallows. There was also a chocolate cake for Anna’s birthday. Both Kristoff and Killian could play the guitar, and Elsa was an amazing singer. Emma had never heard a better rendition of the birthday song. Then the guys took requests, readily singing and playing whatever was thrown their way, even the PJ Masks theme song (as requested by Henry and Bethany, of course). It showed what good uncles they both were to Bethany that the men already knew all the words.

Now Henry was asleep in Killian’s arms as he walked them to her yellow bug. He gently placed the child in his car seat, and Emma’s heart ached in her chest as Killian smoothed her son’s hair across his forehead. Emma put her hand in her pocket and fingered the fortune she had gotten: When fate gives you a sign, leap.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked as Killian stood and gently shut the car door.

“Sure.”

“Was that kiss really the best that you could do?” her mouth turned up flirtatiously as she said it.

A slow smile filled Killian’s face as well. He sauntered into her personal space as he answered. “Perhaps I was worried that you couldn’t handle it.”

Emma tilted her head as she bit her lower lip. She saw Killian’s eyes drift to stare at that spot, his pupils dilating. “Maybe you’re the one who couldn’t handle it.”

He pounced on her so suddenly, that Emma let out a yelp. It was quickly swallowed up, however, by his mouth on hers. The kiss was deep and aggressive, and it caused Emma to lose her balance. Killian cupped her cheek with one hand and steadied her at the waist with the other. He turned her slightly to pin her between the bug and his body. Emma snaked her arms up his chest and then grasped the back of his head with both hands. It was his turn now as she kissed him back with ferocity, a groan escaping from his throat.

When they finally parted, panting, they were both wobbling slightly and disoriented. They pressed their foreheads together to steady themselves.

“Now that,” Emma gasped, “was a kiss.”

He chuckled, brushing both of her cheeks with his thumbs as he cupped her face. He bent down to kiss her again, this one slow and languid. His fingers drifted to her hair, tangling there and tugging slightly. It took every ounce of willpower Emma had to push him away, and even then she chased his lips, brushing them chastely before reaching behind her and grasping the door handle.

“Good night,” she told him as she opened the car door.

“Wait …” he said, looking completely wrecked by their kisses.

Emma put two fingers to his lips to stop his words, then with her other hand, she pressed a tiny slip of paper into his palm. Then she quickly entered the bug, started the car, and drove away. She glanced in her rearview mirror only once to see him standing in the street, staring down at that tiny bit of paper. She tore her gaze away as she turned at the next stop sign.

Suddenly, her cell phone started ringing. Emma picked it up and grinned broadly to see an unknown number flashing on the screen. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath so that when she answered, she sounded calm.

“Hello.”

“You know, a lesser man might think you were teasing, Swan. Writing your number on such an itty bitty piece of paper.”

“Well,” Emma teased back, “I wanted you to work for it.”

“When can I see you again?”

The timbre of Killian’s voice when he asked the question sent a shiver down Emma’s spine.

“When are you available?”

“Well, we’ve already been on a hayride, solved a corn maze, been to a pumpkin patch, and had a bonfire. How about we continue the fall clichés and carve said pumpkins together? Could you and Henry be here tomorrow afternoon? Or do you work Sundays?”

Emma didn’t know what touched her more; that he wanted to see her again so soon, that he was including Henry, or that he had chosen a casual activity. It took her so long to get herself together, that Killian got nervous waiting on the other end.

“Swan, you still there?”

Emma cleared her throat. “Um, yeah, sorry. I was just … thinking that tomorrow is perfect.”

Over the next few weeks, Killian insisted that they check off every fall tradition together. In addition to carving pumpkins, they watched a Storybrooke High football game cuddled underneath a fuzzy blanket, jumped into a pile of leaves, bobbed for apples at the Storybrooke Fall Festival, and took Henry and Bethany trick or treating. By the time Emma found herself gathered around the dining room table once again for Thanksgiving with Killian’s family, she had decided one thing beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Fall was definitely her favorite season.

[crayonwriting]

Good Times & Tan Lines

Summary: It’s the twins first time at the beach.

Word Count: 1, 336

Pairing: Dad!Sebastian Stan x Mom!Reader

Warning/s: Slight sexual themes (if you squint), Fluff

Inspiration: This prompt right here by @otpprompts. Also an anon wanted another Domestic!Seb so here ya go!

A/N: It’s summer time here and EVERYTHING IS JUST SO HOT. I’m nowhere near a beach, but I wish I was. Ending sucks, I’m sorry.

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“Elena, have you put on sunscreen yet?” You asked from your bedroom.

“Not yet, mama.” She answered.

“Could you come here, please.” Little pitter-patter of feet resounded down the hall and sure enough your daughter appeared through the doorway, wearing a striped, navy blue swimsuit with her dark, brown curls in pigtails. You picked her up and sat her on your bed. You squirted sunscreen on your hand and applied it to your daughter’s arm.

“Do we really have to put on sunscreen? It’s sticky!” Elena pouted. You giggled at her.

“Well, we don’t want you looking like a tomato later.” You finished applying the sunscreen on her and put her back on the floor. “Now, where’s your brother?”

“Here we are!” Sebastian shouted, carrying your son in his arms. He had dressed your son in striped, navy blue shorts which matched his sister’s.

“C’mon, amice. Sunscreen time!” You opened up your arms at him. The boy squirmed against Sebastian’s arms, trying to get away from you.

“I don’t want to, mama! It’s yucky!” He screamed. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian giving him a look that said, you better do something about that.

“Luca,” Seb started, “You should put some some sunscreen on if you want to play on the beach. You’ll get a nasty sunburn if you don’t and that hurts a lot!” Your son let it sink in for a moment before nodding obediently and reaching out for you.

You smiled up at him and applied the sunscreen to his small body. When you were done, you let the twins run around the hotel room. You checked your bag making sure that everything that you would need is there.

Warm hands gripped your waist, scruff brushing against your shoulder and the side of your neck, lips trailing up to your cheek.

“I love you so much, Mrs. Stan.” Sebastian whispered in your ear. You turned so that you faced him. He kept a strong grip on your waist as he leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss. You smiled in the kiss, cupping his face between your hands kissing him back. He tilted his head to the side to kiss you deeper, tongues brushing against each other’s and you can’t help but moan a little.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Sebastian pulled away an inch, smiling down at you with half-lidded eyes. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“I ain’t complaining.” You challenged. He growled and kissed you hard.

“Mama! Papa! Let’s go!” You heard your daughter squeal from the living room. It took all of your will to pull away. “Let’s go, you big dork. It’s the twins’ first beach day.” You walked out of the bedroom. Sebastian chuckled and picked up your bag.

“I’m coming, dragoste.”

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The sun was warm as it shone brightly up in the sky. The beach wasn’t too crowded. You sat on one of the lounge chairs under a huge umbrella, reading a book. You glanced up at the rest of your family and smiled.

The twins were pouring buckets of sand on Sebastian’s legs and he was letting them. You giggled to yourself before going back to your book.

Soon enough, you felt an insistent tapping on your leg.

“Mama, it’s hot.” Luca whined. “Can I have some water please?”

“Sure.” You pulled out a water bottle from your bag, uncapped it and handed it to him. “Here,” you pulled out a small, blue bucket hat and placed it on his head. He smiled up at you while drinking more of his water. “Do you want to get some ice cream?” Luca’s eyes widened with excitement and he nodded eagerly. You stood up and held his small hand in yours, heading for the nearest ice cream cart.

Meanwhile, Elena and her father got tired with playing in the sand.

“Papa, look!” Elena reached down and picked up a small shell. “A pretty rock, papa!”

“No, prinţesă,” He held the small shell in between his fingers, “This is what you call a ‘seashell’ or just a ‘shell’ for short. There are lots of it here at the beach.” Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s bright and amused face.

“Let’s look for more, papa! Come on, come on!” She pulled hard at her father’s arm, urging him to stand up already.

“Okay okay. Calmeaza-te, little one.” Sebastian stood up and dusted off the excess sand from his legs and board shorts. “Here,” he handed Elena her pink bucket, “We could collect some and show it to Mama and Luca.”

Sebastian held her small hand in his big one and they walked down the shoreline, stopping here and there when Elena spotted a shell she liked—and she liked all of them.

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“No, no, no, no!” The twins screamed, clutching on to both of your legs.

“Don’t be scared, guys. Nu te speria.” Sebastian stood which reached just above his ankles. You and your children were standing bu the shore, barely even touching the water.

“Me and Papa will protect you.” You said comfortingly. You rubbed their shoulders to soothe their fears as you slowly moved an inch closer to the sea. The twins screamed, clutching you tighter and pulling you back. You thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head.

“Let’s all go together.” You chirped. “We’ll all go in the water together and when it gets scary, we’ll pick you up.” You sat down to their level and gave them a reassuring smile. “Sounds good?”

Your son turned to look at his father behind him. “Papa! Come here! Hurry!” Sebastian walked back up to his family. His son looked up at him and reached for his hand. “Hold my hand, papa.” Sebastian did as he was told. Luca held his sister’s hand in his left and you held Elena’s other hand.

“Alright, are you ready?” You asked. The twins hesitated but nodded nonetheless. Slowly but surely, you all walked down into the water.

“It’s cold!” Elena squealed.

Just when the water hit their knees, Luca let go of Elena and tried to touch the water. When he splashed a little and seemed to be okay with it, he shrieked and continued to slap the water with his small hand. Elena looked at her brother and copied his actions. Soon enough, both of them were enjoying themselves. They didn’t even realise that they already let go of their parents’ hands.

You and Sebastian sat down on the shallow waters, keeping a close eye on the twins. A minute passed before the kids decided to have a splashing war with their father. They sloshed their father with the sea water and Sebastian retaliated, but still letting them win.

“Why am I getting attacked? Let’s get your mama!” Sebastian shouted pointing at you. The three of them started to spray you with the water, earning a loud laugh from you.

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They ate in a restaurant near the beach. The twins were munching on their chicken sandwiches. You stared at them and wondered how you got to be blessed with, not one but, two beautiful children. You couldn’t help but grin widely as you took a sip of your drink.

You glanced at your husband who was making up a story with the salt and pepper shakers on your table; the twins were laughing at his antics. He noticed you looking at him, raising his eyebrow in question.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.” You felt your smile get wider. “I just love you. So much.” Even after being together for so long, you still blush every time you say those three words.

Sebastian laughed and he couldn’t fight the huge grin on his face. He reached out his hand to place it on the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. He gave you a peck on the lips.

“I love you too.” He leaned up and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

Life couldn’t be better.

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A/N: I’m posting this from my phone, so I apologise for the errors. I’ll edit it when I get home. Point them out if you notice ‘em!

Posted: April 27, 2018

[markstrom]

The Canucks are Attractive 101

by @markstrom, @feistyteee, @tomiath, @nhlmarkstrom, @huttsybobuttsy, @pyatts, @baercheese

This is the ultimate guide for anyone who ever said the Canucks are not attractive. Say goodbye to the world as you know it. 

First of all: Swedes. We all know it, Sweden somehow produces the best looking people on this planet and the Canucks have some of them. 

1. Jacob Markstrom 

Our starting goalie is 6′6 and no one can look at him without melting away. His voice and his sweet Swedish accent is the cutest thing you’ll ever hear. Also: eyebrows. Also: eyes. The curved nose needs a shoutout cause it’s adorable. His face is just a masterpiece of art and anyone who doubts this has, well, no idea of art. We also love to mention his tattoos because damn. 

2. Anders Nilsson

Only a fool might think one Swedish goalie is enough. Meet Anders Nilsson, another 6′6 goalie from Sweden. He’s the absolute purest sweetheart, as you can spot a pride flag on both his masks. To represent his gay friends, he says. His hair/beard color combo is different but it works. So. Damn. Well. Plus: the freckles, we love them dearly. Our Swedish goalies support each other at all times, goalie controversy? We don’t know her.

3. Alexander Edler 

He looks like Alexander Skarsgård but on skates. Another sweet Swedish blondie who is also the sweetest dad. His hair always looks on point and he does indeed have a nice tan in his pic. Probably best dressed Canuck, his fashion is on fire. What a man. 

4. Loui Eriksson

A man also known as The Poodle. His fluffy and curly hair make you want to touch it. His look is sometimes very weird and intimidating and some people might think of Louis Vuitton when hearing his name but remember, this kind of fur is completely Canucks branded. 

5-6. Henrik and Daniel Sedin

These are our leading Swedish fish and they do look the same. Some people might say they aren’t really pretty, but hey if you’re into gingers, we got two identical ones for you. We aim to please. 

Next: the team dads (Disclaimer: this does not mean they actually have kids). We got plenty of them and they’re mostly cute and obviously good with kids – or still single.

7. Sam Gagner

Sam Gagner aka Gags is a really smiley. GAGNER WITH SCRUFF IS ICONIC. Also smirk smirk smirk. He likes to wear an all white mouthguard that makes his teeth look weird during the game but that’s okay because he needs to protect his perfect smile at all costs! Bonus: He looks so comforting like you can trust him with your life.

8. Brandon Sutter

His sarcasm is A+ comedy. He also looks like he could play the role of a guy everyone falls in love with on The Young and the Restless. He’s just very pretty, hair is soft, light scrub and eyebrows are 👏🏼. His eyes are pretty and they are very kind. Also that little smile/smirk is giving me all kinds of feelings ngl.

9. Christopher Tanev

He most definitely looks better with teeth than without. Tanev is the protective type of guy, he takes pucks to the face for you but mostly for Marky, literally. Long hair don’t care. The soft, dark brown of his eyes can tell that he couldn’t hurt a fly. Bet he takes the ladies out on good dates too.

10. Michael del Zotto

“Michael Del Zotto does wedding photoshoot, does not actually get married”

“New Vancouver Canucks defenceman Michael Del Zotto was named one of our nation's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors”

“Just showed up, plugged in his iPod without anybody asking, just plugged it in”

Michael del Zotto, more commonly known as DJ MDZ has Italian heritage as you might realize in his name. He’s got curls curls curls. Simple, overall goof who often thinks too highly of himself. Further he’s the absolute kind and friendly standard Canadian. 

11. Erik Gudbranson

YOU CANT TELL ME HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE GQ COVER!!! Certified male model Erik Gudbranson. God definitely was in a very good mood when he gave him his face. His nose is straight and thin, it just makes you want to tap on it. His smile is very comforting and so is his look. His eyebrows are a statement. This guy knows for sure what a hairstyle is. His sense of fashion is straight out of a fashion magazine. The scrub is just the whipped cream on top, his face is artwork. 

12. Markus Granlund

Looks quiet and serious but has a great sense of humor and arguably some of the best Instagram posts. He’s from Finland so if you want a Finnish player we have all ages. He’s got pretty green eyes.

13. Alex Biega

Alex Biega is a cute family man. Great with kids, nice, cute smile, rosy cheeks, nice nose. Con: he has no hair, but you don’t see that when he’s wearing a helmet.

Next up: our young guns! They are all handsome af and just overall lovable. They’re fast and speedy and some of them are thicc af. Save the best for last, our personal favorites.

14. Ben Hutton

1. If you’re ever feeling down, watch a hutton video, he’s happy 24/7 and knows how to have fun. 2. He’s always smiling and his smile can brighten a room. 3. Those dance moves tho. Who knew a “Barbie girl” lip sync could be so hot. 

15. Darren Archibald

He is a wall, he is badass and that makes him so ass. His skin looks very soft and his beard does actually look good, not like Guddys. HIS BEARD IS PERFECT. His eyebrows are straight up goals and look at the dark, kind brown of his eyes. Beautiful.

16. Bo Horvat

Bo’s face is chiseled like a god. He carries his dog because he doesn’t want to make him walk. He love to go to the beach with his dog but he doesn’t let him swim because he’s “more of a sinker”. His nose is very cute and his body is damn well trained you can just look at him forever. Bo has very soft short hair and he is often amused by Brock’s non-existant smile. 

17. Brendan Gaunce

Baby face Brendan Gaunce has the hairstyle of a guy from elementary school. His lips are so red at all times it’s inhuman. He looks very innocent but it feels like he’s not. He’s just kind of there, no one really knows how or why. Kind of looks like a little baby deer. 

18. Tyler Motte

Fact: There are no good pics of him in the inter webs. Tyler “Applesauce” Motte kinda looks like a college kid from a frat. He’s a very fast skater and his penalty killing is absolutely sexie. 

19. Nic Dowd

Dowdy is just overall an incredibly handsome guy. That hair line and the wavy fluff, can you see it? Beautiful. The cheek bones? Beautiful. He could work as a male model if he wanted but fortunately he plays hockey to bless us with his beautiful face. 

20. Troy Stecher

Stechy has straight up the most adorable dog on this planet. Let’s be real if anyone says Phoebe isn’t their favorite Canuck they’re lying. Kind of an underrated defence man so not a lot of people fully appreciate him. He’s like that rough and tough hockey player that’s also very adorable. His voice is simply great. 

21. Brendan Leipsic

Where do we start here? First of all he calls his dog his son and it’s very adorable. Also his curls. CURLS. They match his face so well and they are absolutely adorable. His lips have a perfect shape and look so soft. Generally his face looks just super soft and kind. Also, have you ever noticed his fashion sense? Definitely one of the best dressed guys on the team. He’s also very aggressive on the ice and he hustles and works very well with our favorite d-man Derrick Pouliot. His nickname is delicious country gravy because he works so well with the chicken strip.

22. Brock Boeser

Here we go, it’s time for Prince Charming! The hockey community on here already knows how great he is and look I even found a rare footage of his shiny smile. Whenever he smiles he helps the global warming because his smile melts icebergs. Awesome. He always chews on his mouthguard rather than use it and his mom doesn’t like that. Oh, he also went to prom with a girl who has down syndrome and that’s really the type of guy he is. His flow is legendary and often his hair look like actual gold. He leaked his hair routine and apparently he just uses Head and Shoulders shampoo. 

23. Nikolay Goldobin

Goldy is the most adorable Russian puppy you can find anywhere in the NHL. His hair are super fluffy and he doesn’t know how to wear a hat but that only makes him look even more adorable. His nose is so small and round it’s absolute gold! Don’t even get me started on his eyebrows because they are flawless! He got the most innocent and sweet smile out there, he always seems happy. You want to squeeze his cheeks and generally just hug him. It seems like he gives nice hugs. 

24. Sven Bärtschi

@baercheese is here to confess her love: “My cute little Swiss boy ♥ my forever favourite & definitely underrated in the looks department & as a hockey player. His nose might not be straight but it’s still cute (I will fight you if you disagree) and his hair is always slicked back to perfection👌🏻 If you haven’t heard him talk you need to because he has a sight accent and it’s my favourite thing in the entire world 😍 He’s also a known dog lover & has a dog named Bear (named after himself basically), what’s not to love?”

25. Derrick Pouliot

Derrick Pouliot, also commonly known as Poulet, chicken strip and super strip is our cutest chubby teddy defenseman and we all know it. He grew up in the middle of nowhere in Saskatchewan and not a lot of people got to appreciate his beauty so far. His hair are the pure fluff and make you just want to run your hands through it. His face looks so soft, his eyes are warm and you just want to squeeze his cheeks ngl. Listen to his voice once and you never want to listen to something else ever again. He is not really tall and his hockey gear looks kind of too big for him, the others love to pat his head. Sometimes his hair get a little curly and it’s just the cutest thing ever. Just by looking at him you can tell that he gives the best and softest hugs ever and he makes you feel comfortable at all times. He is really silent and not outgoing, he needs a lot of time to feel comfortable with new people but that’s totally okay. He’s super cute with kids and just overall totally lovely and kind. A real Canadian.

26. Jake Virtanen

Jake Virtanen is the ultimate snack. He’s half Canadian, half Finnish and 100% babe. The man can skate. Fast. Right into my heart. To quote the great philosopher of our time, Taylor Swift, he’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts. He has the cutest dance moves and the most precious smile. When he does that little slanted smile, I swoon, you swoon, we swoon. Bonus: When he works hard his face turns red and it’s adorable lmao.

[iswearitoneverything]

Aint No Place Like Home | Jake x MC (Part One)

This one goes out to @xo-endlessmayhem-xo! This one will most likely be a fanfic with chapters, mostly because of the plot that was requested. I also have a rather interesting plot to go along with it, but it is not set to happen for awhile, hence the chapters.

Warnings: possible swearing (it’s Jake guys, c'mon) fluff n stuff, possibilites of PDA (except in front of Mama McKenzie), feels, emotions, all that good stuff. Im not sure if this will play into the NSFW category, but im gonna throw it on here anyway, to save my butt.

Plot: Jake’s name has been cleared of all charges! While he finally gets to return home after all these years, where does that leave MC? Without a family to return home to, what’s next for her?

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You had been back in the states for a month and a half now, the nightmare of La Huerta far behind you. Though as you slept every night, the nightmares still plagued you. During your time back, you and your friends worked hard to get Jake’s name cleared, bringing forth enough evidence to prove his and Mike’s innocence. The whole incident had gone viral, the entire world knew what you and your friends had gone through on that island. Rourke’s company was finished, and you guys were deemed heroes. Yet, one person had to wait a while before they could come back into the country. It killed ypu to be away from him for so long, especially since you did not really have any family. You had been an orphan for as long as you could remember, no one ever showed interest in adopting you. You had to watch all your friends leave with a family that was going to love them forever, while you stayed behind. You had visited Diego and his family a few times already and while they had considered you a member of their family ever since you two had met, it still was not the same. As you stood at the air strip waiting for his plane to land, you wrung your hands together nervously. It had been so long since you had seen him; he had insisted you go back home and he stay in custody until everything was cleared. Feeling you had no choice but to trust Jake, you did so and went back to Hartfield.

Still, a month and a half had gone by since you two had seen each other, since you had even been able to talk. What if Jake’s feelings for you have disappeared? It was a rather childish thing to think about, but it would not stop rattling around in your brain. Your eyes drifted upward when you heard the sound of a plane and your eyes caught sight of it. It was in the process of circling around so that it could land and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach trying to burst their way out. The plane lowered itself closer to the ground, its landing gear was down and as it landed you felt your heart skip up into your throat and there it stayed as you waited for the plane to come to a stop. You stood there watching as person after person stepped out of the plane and descended the stairs to the pavement below. Though you were sure it was only a few minutes that had gone by, it felt like an eternity until you finally saw him.

He stood there with his green jacket slung over his shoulder, only wearing that black t-shirt of his and the dog tags dangled down around his neck. His hair was a little bit longer than you remember it, and there was more scruff on his face and neck. Yet he was still as handsome as ever in your eyes. Jake lifted his bag up and pulled the strap up over his shoulder as he then began to walk down the steps. He hadnt noticed you, for two reasons: you were somewhat behind a group of people awaiting their passenger, and also he had no idea you would be there. It wasnt until the group in front of you finally moved that you were completely revealed to him as he approached and once his eyes caught sight of you, he stopped dead in his tracks and dropped his bag. For a moment, you two stood there looking at one another, you could feel the redness begin to build beneath youe cheeks. You were about to open your mouth to say something when he suddenly and swiftly strode forward toward you and took you by the waist, pulling you against him and pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened at first but then they closed as you let your arms slide around his neck, his were now wrapping around you completely, holding you close against him as the kiss deepened. All the doubt yoi had had inside you before was now gone.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jake finally pulled his lips away from yours, but then pressed his forehead against yours, continuing to hold you close.

“How did you know when I would get here?”

He asked softly, kissing you a few more times before you could answer. You smirked up at him, brushing some of his hair away from his face and cupping his face in your hand, which made him close his eyes and press his lips against it as he sighed happily.

“Zahra told me.”

His eyes opened and looked down at you, one of his eyebrows went up.

“How did she…she hacked something, didnt she?”

A smile spread across your lips and you chuckled.

“Yes, yes she did.”

Jake snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes looked down at your lips and he ended up biting his bottom one a moment before he moved his face closer to yours, brushing his lips against yours as he spoke softly.

“God bless her.”

Then his lips captured yours again and as he kissed you his grip tightened around your body as he then lifted you up off the ground, making the kiss deeper.

Now that you two were in a cab, Jake looked over at you and smiled.

“So, how has it felt to be back home? Your family excited to see you alive and well and just in time for the holidays?”

You bit your bottom lip, you hadnt really told Jake about your family; it never got brought up when on La Huerta. You cleared your throat, brushing your hair away from your face as you tried to avoid his gaze. But those blue eyes of his reeled you in, as always.

“I…don’t have a family.”

Jake stared at you silently, his eyebrows beginning to come together in confusion, but you continued to explain.

“I mean, I technically have one, I just don’t know who or where they are. I’m an orphan.”

Jake’s mouth dropped open slightly and he took your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours as you sat in the back seat together.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Princess?”

“It never really came up, heh. Sorry.”

Jake continued to look at you, his expression soft. Then he looked down at your hand as he traced circles upon the top of it with his thumb.

“So you’ve been alone ever since you’ve come back?”

You shrugged your shoulders and watched as he ran his thumb over your hand, the feeling sending waves of happiness through you. How you had missed his touch. You had almost forgot how it made you feel.

“Yeah, pretty much. Diego came by and saw me a few times, but I’ve just been hanging around my dorm and the campus since we got back. It felt very different being alone when I had grown so used to being around you guys for so long.”

A silence fell between you as the cab continued on its way toward the hotel you had been staying at. Your plans were to head back there and then sadly bid Jake goodbye so that he could finally go and see his family. After a few more turns the cab stopped in front of the hotel and Jake looked up at it through the window.

“What are we doing here?”

He asked curiously, glancing at you as you began to shift your weight, which meant you were about to leave the cab. You pulled out some money from your pocket and handed it to the driver and then looked at Jake.

“This is my stop, I had him bring me back to my hotel so you could go and see your family, I already found a flight to take me back to Hartfield.”

Jake stared at you incrediously for a second, as if trying to figure out what you were talking about. As you started to reach for the door handle, he reached over you and removed your hand from it.

“We may have made it off that damn island, but I still aint leaving without you, Princess. You’re coming home with me, like it or not. That is, if you would like to?”

You looked at him for a moment and then a smile formed on your lips, your cheeks growing a bit redder as you nodded.

“Well, I still need to get my stuff and check myself out then.”

He nodded and followed you out of the cab, saying that he would help you. As you walked to the doors, you did not notice Jake wave off the taxi driver before following after you. The two of you rode the elevator up to the fourth floor where your room was, and once you had unlocked the door and stepped inside, you headed for your suitcase. Jake shut the door behind him and you did not notice that he also turned the lock. You went to the closet to grab the few shirts and pants that were hanging there when you felt hands wrap around your waist from behind and lips against the side of your neck.

The hand that was reaching for a hanger faultered and you ended up moving it to the frame of the closet door for support, your legs suddenly becoming jello. Jake’s stubble brushed against the back of your neck as his lips nipped and sucked at the side of it. This caused your body to fall back against his, your head falling back against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut. You gasped when Jake then found that sweet spot at the base of your neck, which connected to your shoulder and he bit there tenderly.

“Jake…”

You moaned as you pressed your hips back against his, which caused him to squeeze your hips and groan against your skin.

“I thought we were leaving…”

You asked breathlessly as one of your hands snaked its way up and into Jake’s hair as he continued to trail kisses along your neck, moving your hair aside for easier access.

“I wanted…to show you…how much…I missed you.”

He said, the pauses he filled with kisses as he began to turn you around and then he pressed you up against the wall, bringing the hand that had been in his hair up and pinned it to the wall. His other hand slid slowly down your body, touching every inch of you, before finding your other hand and bringing it to meet the other up above your head. His lips caught yours in a heated kiss, his tongue gently gliding over your bottom lip until you opened your mouth slightly, granting his tongue access to meet yours.

You moaned into the kiss and Jake finally let your hands go as he moved his hands down to your hips, squeezing them roughly and then sliding his hands up your shirt, eventually pulling it over your head and throwing it over his shoulder without a second thought. His grip on your hips tightened and he lifted you up, moving your legs around his waist and then his hands moved to your bottom as he carried you over to the bed and laid you down, climbing on top if you, never breaking the kiss.

Jake’s lips once again moved elsewhere, down your jawline, to your neck and now your exposed collarbone and chest. As this gave your lips a break to say something, you managed to catch your breath and then gave a smirk.

“So, when were you planning on showing me how much you’ve missed me? Because I still can’t tell…”

You said in a sarcastic tone as you took some of Jake’s hair in your hands and gave it a playful, yet sensual tug, causing him to grunt as his lips continued further south on your chest. He suddenly stopped, sitting up slightly but before you could groan in disappointment, Jake curled his fingers under the waist band of your pants and yanked them off in one motion, then brought his hands to your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he kissed your stomach.

Tilting your head up, you watched as Jake slowly moved lower, until he came to the line of your underwear, which he pulled down with his finger as he continued to kiss. When he reached your hipbone, he nipped at it, causing you to throw your head back and give a gasp. You could feel his lips forming a smirk as he pulled them down further. You groaned and then began to tug at his shirt, making it clear that it was unfair that you were the only one naked in this room. He got the hint and quickly pulled his shirt up and off, about to go back to work when you grabbed him by the dog tags and gently pulled him up to meet your lips again. You kissed him long and hard before pulling away slightly and looking up into his eyes.

“No more teasing, Jake. Please.”

Jake looked down into your eyes and then smirked, nodding his head and then pressing his lips against yours again.

“As you wish, Princess.”

He said as he then delicately began to remove the remainder of your clothes, along with his. Jake kissed you passionately for a few moments, his hands lovingly caressing every inch of you and then with one quick movement, the two of you became one. It was slow and sensual, both of you doing what you could to make sure the other was getting just what they liked, and what they deserved after such a long absence.

As the two of you fell back against the sheets, breathless and flushed, Jake scooped you into his arms, pulling you toward him and brushing your hair from your face as you lie beside each other. The two of you stay silent as you gazed into each others eyes until you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, his arm bringing you closer as he lie upon his back and looked at the ceiling. After pulling the sheets more around the both of you, you wrap one arm across his chest and one of your legs goes across both of his as you lie on your side, pressed up against Jake. The two of you let out happy sighs, and then he tilted his head a bit so he could kiss the top of yours and then ran his fingers through your messed up hair.

“Are…are you okay with meeting my mom? And Rebecca? Because if you don’t think it’s a good idea, I’ll understand…”

He said quietly as he held you close. You didn’t even really need to think about this question, there was no doubt in your heart that you belonged with Jake, that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Perhaps him asking you to meet his family, especially his mother, whom he had not seen in many many years, was his way of saying he felt the same way about you.

“I would love to meet them, Jake.”

You felt his chest let out a breath that he seemed to have been holding as he waited for your answer.

“Mostly because I’m dying to see some baby pictures.”

Jake gave a chuckle and then since your head was already in the right spot, he managed to put you in a playful headlock and proceeded to give you a noogie, causing you to squeal and squirm in his grip. You tapped out, patting his arm with your hand and he released you, only to roll ontop of you halfway and then leaned down and pressed his lips to yours once more.

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[Alright guys, that was it for the first chapter of this fic. I hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to part two! 💕]