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out of your league - paul x reader

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Your body sways a bit over as you were nudged. You balance your body back.

“Are you good? You’re so quiet.”

You look up at Jacob’s face. You nod.

You continue to look at the road to Bella’s home.

She comes out of the home with a big smile. He picks her up as he says to her, “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey, Y/N.” she says to you after her face leaves his.

You snap out of it and display a slow smile, “Hey.”

She eyes you carefully and you let her sit in the passenger seat.

They chatter as you look out of the window. You eventually stick your headphones in. The moving car made your stomach uneasy. You’re confused, you’ve never had issues with being car sick.

The smell of popcorn was usually your favorite thing about the movie theater, but you stay in the bathroom until the movie starts.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bella’s voice rings out.

“Yeah.” you say in a small voice.

You stared blankly at the light spotting in your underwear before cleaning yourself up.

You couldn’t focus on the movie. The loud booms of the movie made you get a headache.

It felt like you were ovulating a bit, the cramps in your pelvis weren’t painful, but they were bothering you. It made you uncomfortable.

You slowly crawl on the bed when you got home. Face down in the pillows.

Feeling a tug at your clothes, you were too tired to speak.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” he whispered.

“Sorry..”

A deep chuckle came from him as your eyes were now closed.

“I didn’t even tell you why.”

“What’s wrong?” you whisper.

“You smell..Different.”

“Hm…” you say. If you were more awake, you would’ve questioned it. You were sucked into the sweet world of slumber.

You woke up late afternoon, your bladder was so full, it almost hurt.

You check your underwear and you were confused on why there was no period blood. You sigh as you walked back to your empty room, Emily calls.

Deep in thought, you drive slowly. You felt nauseous as you sat in front of her home. You didn’t throw up.

“This is my niece. Claire.” Emily says with a smile. The girl was shy as she hid behind Emily.

“Aw.” came from both Angela and Bella.

“Say hi, Claire.”

“Hi.” she meekly says and you grin a bit.

“She’s acting shy but she’s a bundle of energy, really.” Emily says to you both with a light chuckle.

Emily kneels and says, “Do you want to color?”

Claire nods.

Emily leads her to the table and gets her crayon box that has markers in it.

“I’m glad the boys aren’t here. They would scared her.” Angela says and you all chuckle as you know it would’ve been true.

“Okay. Shall we talk about the wedding?” Emily asks and you all join Claire at the table. You sit next to her.

You eye her sheet of paper as she draws stick figures. You didn’t know why, but it made you a bit emotional. Innocence was flashing in your face. You felt your heart melt as you realized that you were her age when you fell in love with art and colors.

“I’m thinking of just having it in the backyard.” Emily says and the girls hum in agreement.

You were the only reason who knew why she was rushing. She was pregnant. She wanted the wedding to happen as quick as possible before she started showing.

“Should I make the boys wear shirts?” she then asks.

“No. Just let them wear bow ties while shirtless.” Angela says with her elbows folded on the table and Bella laughs at this.

“No. No. It should be nice. They should wear something. Not a full on tux but a button up with be nice.” Bella says.

You noticed that Claire pushed a crayon to you when she looked up and found you watching her.

You hesitantly take it. You hold it in your fingers as you look at it in your lap.

“What’s your name?” she asks innocently.

You look up and she’s waiting for your answer.

“Y/N.”

“Can you draw clouds?”

You nod.

She smiles and pushed the paper to you, “Draw it.” she says excitedly.

You take the paper and idly make simple but neat clouds as Emily then goes into what color scheme it should be. Claire watched you closely as she leaned close to your hand and the paper.

“Can I color them in?” she asks when you were finished. You smile, “Yeah.”

She colors them in and asks, “Can you make…..Grass?”

“Yes.”

“Can you make….The sun?”

“Yes.” you say while chuckling.

“Can you make….People?”

“Yes.”

“Draw a person!” she says.

“Claire, leave Y/N be.” Emily says.

You chuckle a bit, “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” you tell Emily softly.

That’s when the boys trickled in. Paul’s hand came in front of your chin while you were sitting at the table, tilting your head back and bent down to give you a kiss and he sits next to you.

“Where’s Leah?” you ask Seth.

“She’s eating dinner with mom and dad.”

You nod.

Food was being passed around the table. A large hand swiped the dinner roll that you spread a perfect amount of butter on.

Your jaw is dropped as you look at Quil eating it. His smirk faded as soon as he saw your face.

“Dude, you’re really crying?”

He looks at you with an inquisitive look.

You blink and scoot your chair back.

“Where are you going?” he asks as he felt bad and put another roll on your plate.

“Bathroom.” you rush out to say.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you hear Paul hiss at him.

You heard an anxious but faint, “I was just joking around-”

You shut the door before you could hear any more.

You look in the mirror and wipe away the small streak of tears with some toilet paper.

You rest your hands on the sink as you sniff quietly.

“It’s just food.” you thought in your head as you shake your head.

Coming back out, you continue eating. You then help yourself to another plate. This time, you weren’t high. You didn’t have the munchies. You were just really hungry.

Paul takes you and his empty plate to the sink.

On the couch, Emily tried to talk back up the wedding plans.

“Come on, let’s talk some more at the table.” Emily says.

Kim, Angela, and Bella gets up but Emily looks to you.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

You stop looking at Claire who’s sitting on the floor on her stomach as she’s kicking her feet back and forth as she colors and hums.

“Um…I’ll be in..Just a minute..Is that okay?” you quietly ask. You were very clingy to Paul and he didn’t care at all. You anxiously rubbed your hand up and down his arm that you were intertwined with. It felt like you haven’t seen him in a long time.

“Y-yeah.” she says and they retreat.

You end up falling asleep with your cheek on his chest. You felt yourself moving and you blink awake as you felt the wave of Paul walking.

You felt the outside air as the door shut.

You rub your eyes as you sat in the passenger seat as Paul opened the car door on his side.

“I shouldn’t have fell asleep. Emily wanted me to help her.” you say in a husky voice from waking up.

“It’s alright. Claire kept bugging her, she couldn’t get a word in even if she wanted to.” Paul explained.

You softly chuckle.

Seeing Paul bent in the fridge, you shake your head as you lean against the counter.

“You’re hungry still?”

His plates at Emily’s were piled.

He munches on something, “I’m a wolf. Of course I’m hungry.”

He puts it close to your mouth as you take a bite as you look at him.

You move around him and enter the bedroom to put something on to get ready for bed.

You lay on your side and you felt the bed dip beside you. A set of warm lips touch your ear before it speaks, “I know you’re awake.”

Silence is what you still choose. You blink.

You’re on your back looking at him as he then hovers over you but you push him. He freezes.

“I-…..I’m still tired.” you stammer out in a whisper. You felt exhausted but you were scared. You wanted to lay and think.

He looks at you and you hated when he did that at times. It was like he could see right through you. He doesn’t say anything before he's out of the bed.

You hear the bathroom door shut and you put the covers to your eyes as you sighed.

Just a couple more days. Then you would know.

You wake up early and look over. Paul is facing you with his mouth slightly cracked open as you hear him quietly sleep.

You rise up and immediately you’re dizzy as you sit back down with a quiet groan. You stare at the floor as you sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for it to pass. Rising back up, you cook something simple but the coffee you took a sip out of, made you grimace. You raise it to your nose and smelled it.

It smelled strongly like coffee. You look at the cup to see if it was washed out correctly. It was. It was you who washed it after all.

You take another sip to be sure and you spit it out in the sink as your taste buds didn’t agree to it.

You dump the drink out.

Paul was dead asleep.

You shake his arm.

“Hm.” he says with his eyes still closed.

“Come on. I made us something to eat.”

He shoveled food into his mouth as he rubbed his eyes.

“I’m so fucking tired.”

You blink as you realized that you were too.

“Me too.” you whisper.

“Why aren’t you eating? I thought you liked eggs.”

You look down. The bites that you did take were so small that it looked like you didn’t even touch it.

“I do..” you trail off. He eyed you carefully.

“Do you want them?” you then ask as you push your plate towards him.

“Then what are you going to eat?” he questioned.

“The coffee I drunk while cooking must’ve curbed my appetite…Plus the taste.. I think it went bad.” you say with a grimace as you scooped it onto his plate.

“You just bought it last week. It didn’t go bad.” he says. You don’t say anything as you rise to set the dish into the sink.

You walk slowly into the room where Paul watched you. It was as if he was watching to see if something would happen. Something did happen.

Your mouth filled with drool as you move hastily to the bathroom. You almost didn’t make it to the toilet before your stomach is being pushed in and you puke up everything that you had put in your mouth.

You cough as you then spit into the toilet bowl. You wince because you felt your stomach push in again. Nothing else would come up so you were gagging on air.

You felt a wave of heat beside you as you slam the toilet bowl down as you pant.

“You’re sick again?” he asks worriedly as he flushed. He helped you up and you clean your mouth.

“I told you the coffee was bad.” you mutter, “I didn’t want you to see that. Go away.” you say as you leave the sink.

“Kinda hard for me not to see, since we live together.” he says as he follows you back to the kitchen. You look at the box of coffee and read the expiration date.

It was still good.

Your eyes widen and you then blink to sober yourself up.

You don’t say anything as he watched you enter your art room with the door shut.

You lift your laptop up and scroll through your emails.

A submission was sent and you read the description of the piece that they wanted.

“A woman who is inside of a clam but she’s caressing or tending to a newborn baby. Her baby. Her private areas are covered with delicate seashells. Could you please have other small children surrounding such clam?”

You slam your laptop down.

“Of course.” you whisper with your eyes closed.

You didn’t know what you would do if you were-

You didn’t even want to say the word. You look around your room. Things would change. A lot. You didn’t know if it would be good or bad, but you and Paul as parents was something that you thought would happen way further down the line.

Blinking back tears, you scolded yourself to pull yourself together.

You prep the canvas and sketch the idea with a piece of charcoal.

You sigh as you were finished with your underdrawing, you squeezed paint onto your palate.

Slowly, you dab and start with the shadows. You yawn as you were finished with the shadows. You rise up and take the jar that was for your water and carry it to the kitchen.

“Why are you acting like that?” a deep voice says behind you.

You slowly pour out the discolored water. You blink. You didn’t know that he was still home.

“Like what?”

“Y/N, dont fuck around with me.”

You sigh a bit and turn your head to the side, speaking with no enthusiasm, “I’m not.”

“You are!”

You turn your head back and rinse the jar out. Slowly.

You didn’t expect him to still be staring dead at you when you turned around from the sink.

“Tell me what am I doing.” you say.

He blinked.

“You’re pushing me away and I did nothing to you.”

“I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.”

He stares at you.

“Did you have patrol today?”

“Tonight. I just have to check the area.” he says.

“Oh.” you say as you look out the window and you grab your jar to set it on your desk but he halts you with a hand on your arm as you walk past him.

You stop but don’t look at him.

“What’s going on?” he asks as he peered down at you.

“I got an emotional…Submission.” you say and he immediately shakes his head.

“Y/N, what is wrong?” he asks but it’s now a demand.

You sighed.

“It’s nothing to be worried about. Okay? I just…I don’t know..I feel weird. Like…Not myself.”

“How?” he asks.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” you whisper but then continue in a regular voice, “I’m just going to finish this-“

“You look like you’re about to crash.” he says and takes your jar. You follow him to the art room but he’s fast as he closed the door.

“I’m tired too. Let’s just get some sleep.” he says.

“See…I don’t get it. I got enough rest but I’m still feeling fatigued.” you say and he carried you into the bedroom, your face is in his chest.

“It happens to all of us.” he says in your ear and you both are under the covers, mushed against each other.

You yawn and close your eyes. You feel him shift. You open your eyes.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“I’m getting comfortable, you know this. Take your shirt off.”

You sit up and throw the shirt in a chair before laying back down. You hear a tear and realize your underwear was now tore. You didn’t flinch, you just looked up at the ceiling with a tired blink as you only turn your head to him with a serious look.

“Paul..I thought we were sleeping.”

“We are. Just after this.” He covers your mouth once more. It felt like he was tickling your soul. His hands overwhelmed you and felt like you were getting shot by love.

Your chest brushed against his chest with a breathy noise and you reach over to his side of the nightstand.

You felt the head of him brush along your entrance and you stick the packet in his face.

He pretends like he doesn’t see it, as he takes your hand to stroke him. You do for a bit, you felt a surge of lustful energy pulsate through you, but you let go of him. He groaned.

You hold up the packet as you start to open it.

He pauses.

“Are you…Serious?” he asks in genuine surprise.

“I…I don’t want any mistakes…I can’t do it.” you whisper.

He sits up.

“We don’t have to fuck.” he says as he was focused on just having you ride against his erection. You slide off of him. He hovered you and gave you his soft touches to open your legs but you clenched them.

“Y/N.” he whispered to you as he smoothed his hands down your thighs to relax them. It worked but you fought hard to focus.

“I…You’re gonna want to, after you…” you whisper as you gestured to him getting ready to lick and taste the ache away. The excitement for you, lurched, but the smell of consequence was all that you could focus on. You actually could actually smell the cloud of sex strongly, it scared you.

“I’ll just use my fingers…How about that?” he says oh so seductively and leans forward. You scoot back with reflex that you didn’t know you possessed. He looks concerned now. You never acted like this.

He sighed through his nose softly as he takes a look at you. You don’t look at him.

“What did I do?…Huh? I just want to touch you, Y/N.”

“Nothing. I told you already..I don’t feel like myself.” you say with reassurance as your eyes became wet and you’re frustrated that he wouldn’t move out of the way. You’re just stuck there as he looked at you. Naked. Vulnerable.

“Why won’t you just talk to me?”

“We weren’t doing much talking.” you say with quiet frustration as you look up at the ceiling. He’s now caressing your arm as he stared down at you.

“I just want to make you feel better…It’s more than what you’re telling me. I’m trying to be patient and let you come to me but it’s clearly not what’s going to happen.”

“Let’s just go to sleep.” you say.

“And then what? We wake up and we’re right back to where we left off.”

“Just get off of me.” you whisper in quiet frustration.

He looked upset. Like as if he was mad that his feelings were hurt. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as soon as you saw how rock hard he was.

“l’ll be in the bathroom.” he mutters and shuts the bedroom door behind him.

You shut your eyes then. You forced yourself to sleep.

You woke up to it being dark and empty. You smushed your face back into your pillow and silently cried.

You found yourself sleep again. You woke up in the morning, still tired. It was as if you didn’t sleep at all.

You grudgingly get up and you’re bent back over the toilet bowel.

As the toilet flushes, your back is leaned against the wall.

Paul walks right in and squats next to you. Taking a look at you. You eventually turn your head and meet his eyes. He had a quick twinkle in his eye with a soft smile.

“You really do smell different.”

“Just say I stink.” you say as he helped you up and you clean your mouth.

“No..You smell like…A good different..You kind of smell like me...” he says with a hint of happiness as he looked at you through the mirror.

Spitting out the toothpaste, you chuckle, “Okay.”

His rubbed a smooth hand on your back. You slowly walk out the bathroom with him behind you.

“I don’t have to leave today.” he says. You felt a soar of happiness.

“You don’t?”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t..Have any plans either.” you say quietly.

He raked his eyes on you and you turn away from him.

“I will be working on the piece if you need me.” you say as you open the door to your sanctuary.

“You trying to get away from me or something?”

You freeze as your hand was still on the door handle.

“No. Why would you say something like that?” you ask.

He doesn’t say anything and you turn to look at him.

“Okay. Do you want to do something together?”

“Let’s eat.” he says with suggestion. You then nod. You felt like you were starving.

You sit at the table as he moved about on the stove. You covered your nose at times while trying to keep your cool because the smell almost made you gag. He ate as if it was his first time ever eating. You ate slowly even though you were very hungry. You were afraid of throwing everything back up.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do. I just don’t want to throw up.” you say as you hold your breath to swallow the food.

“Do you want me to take you to a doctor?” he asks as his back hand is on your forehead. You shake your head eagerly.

He doesn’t look convinced.

After you help him clean up, he gives you a look. A look that made you ridiculously shy. He noticed as he chuckled deeply but quietly. The sound brought on butterflies that soared in your stomach.

Hot pair of hands were firm on your waist and you jolt a bit from his lips kissing the weak spot on your neck. Your arm are around his neck.

His hand immediately goes into your underwear and he moaned in your mouth. It made your ache grow viciously. You don’t think you’ve ever been this horny before. The ache between your legs was so prominent, it almost hurt. You actually grinned at him for making you feel this way right in that moment.

Underwear down your ankle and with hands plastered on the table, he’s leaned over you, behind you as he feels on you with his middle finger while kissing both your ear and neck.

You grip the table as he moved his talented hips. You shudder as you tried to catch your breath. Your legs were shaky and you felt like you were going to fall. You didn’t know which one it was. The breathy words, the touches, the open mouth kisses on your ear, you just didn’t know.

You then find yourself moving backwards as he sits in a chair. You moan at the sky with your eyes squeezed shut with as he leans your back against his chest with his possessive hands. Up and down, your body greedily takes all of him. You both move your hips as you both now groaned and moaned in sync.

He nipped your neck. He cupped and caressed your puffy chest with his large and strong hands. He traveled his hands down to keep your legs open. Your brain was melting as he was now stimulating the nub that was swollen without shame. Pure erotic. You came as you clenched your legs.

He turned you around and you both kiss sloppily as you grip the back of his chair as your hips were now bucking forward. His hands were gripping and caressed up and down your sides as he helps you sink back down on him.

He grunted and you grunted. Hips were meeting each other like a choreographed dance. You gasp as he gripped your bottom after bringing your legs up against his chest. You whine like never before at such new position as he holds onto you while thrusting, not letting fall.

You both rode out your high together. You both still sit there, still connected as you catch your breath. He sits you up straight as keeps your chest against his as you moan at the change of position as you realize he’s still connected in you.

He snaked his hand on the nape of your neck.

“Feel better now?” he says in your ear.

“I believe so…” you whisper you say as you accept the slow tongue filled kiss he then decide to give you.

You rise up a bit and a small gush of semen spills from you. You freeze and look at him. He looked at you with a heated look. He wanted to go again, even moving his hips upwards. You gasp as you clutch to his shoulders as it felt like a whole new level.

The touches were intense as everything that was taboo was out of the window. It was so easy for him to slide in and out which made the rhythm so smoother as you both roll hips to each other. He brings you to his chest, hands firm on your back as you both move together.

It was slow. It drove you crazy. You whined for him. He responded with rich caresses on your skin.

The moans you two made had a magical touch that you couldn’t even describe. You’ll never get it out of your head. Same with the wet noises, the squelchy noises of lovemaking.

The climax scared you. You don’t think you’ve came that hard. Neither did Paul.

Wobbly legs and all, you scramble away from him. You look for your underwear but he has them in his hand. You snatch it from his hands. You enter the bathroom and your lip wobbled. The bathroom door opens back up.

“What?” he asks calmly.

“W-W-Why didn’t you wear a condom?” you say emotionally.

“We never have.” he says.

“Still!” you say as you freak out and sniffle.

“Y/N, calm down-“

“No!…No!” you say and shove him but he doesn’t budge but he looks at you curiously. He was calm. Too calm.

You shake your head. Turning on the shower, you glare at the shower.

“Paul, I need time to myself.” you say emotionally.

“That’s all that you have done.” he says quietly but humorously and you didn’t like how your body responded to him pulling you to him. You were weak as he kissed your throat as your head dropped back. The ache was starting to come back. It was like you were possessed with his love.

He looks at you as you hear him softly inhale. He hummed a bit. He inhaled again as he held the nape of your neck possessively. It was quiet for a moment before he dropped the big question that tickled in your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You pregnant?” he whispered as if it was a juicy secret.

You freeze and blink slowly. One look at his excited eyes. Tears fell without your permission. He cupped your cheeks. He was clearly happy. He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t be too.

“What’s wrong?” he cooed.

You try to move your face but he wouldn’t let you so you give up. You breathe heavily. He shuts the water off.

“It’s all starting to make sense.” he says with a grin as he sits on the toilet lid.

“W-what is?” you whisper through tears.

He brings you in front of him as he kisses and caress your stomach. You closed your eyes as more tears fell.

“The sickness, you being so emotional and anxious…I knew it was something…Us sleeping a lot, us eating a lot, your smell, god your smell, your dream..” he whispered to your stomach, trying to cheer you up.

He looked up and didn’t like how you didn’t meet his gaze.

He spoke in the most sickeningly sweet voice, “Baby, look at me.”

You blink your eyes open.

“Do..You not want this.?” he whispered.

“I smoked hella weed!” you say with shame as you remember your detours with Leah. He chuckled.

“You didn’t know. It’s okay.”

“And we don’t know now.” you say robotically.

“You are.” he says confidently with a smile.

“We don’t know that.” you say in total denial.

“You are. I can smell it. You smell…Like me.” he says with him slowly touching your body and pulling you to him. You shove his hands away. You didn’t see his face fall as you turn around and face the shower. He stared at the floor in front of him.

“You don’t want this.” he stated. You stare sadly at the tile wall.

“I…Don’t.” you admit very quietly. It felt like his heart was stomped on. It didn’t make sense to him. You were rejecting a piece of him. He wanted to cry with anger right then and there but instead he cleared his throat.

“So, what are you going to do?” he asks in a harsh voice as he’s looking at you. Deep with betrayal.

“I’m going to talk to Sue tomorrow.” you whisper.

“You’re fucked up.” he says harshly and close to your face which makes you blink and he walks out, slamming the door behind him. You blink at the door.

When you came out of the shower, he wasn’t home.

You sat on the edge of the bed as you clenched your fists. There was just no way you two could raise a child. Especially not now.

Plus, you wanted to think about a kid once you two were married at least. Things weren’t going to plan.

A knock startled you. In your robe, too lazy to get fully dressed, you answer the door.

“Oh, hey. How are you?” you say politely. You moved out of the way for Paul’s dad, Terrance.

“I’m good, Y/N. Yourself?” he answered.

“I’ve seen better days but I’m not complaining.”

You gesture towards the couch for him to have a seat.

“Paul isn’t home by the way. Are you..Thirsty?”

“No. I’m good. I um…I came to talk to you..” he says and you have a feeling of what.

“To…Me?” you still ask in surprise.

“Yeah….Um…Paul came over and…He told me what happened but I’m not getting into what you two got going on so….”

“Of course he did.” you whispered as you look to the floor.

“Look, I’m not here to drill you or anything. You can just go talk to him. You can get whatever off of your chest. He’s at the house right now and I told him to cool off. If what he’s saying is true, then I don’t mind giving a word of advice or something. I can give you two that.”

You swallow while you still don’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t feel confident. I don’t feel confident that…Us being parents is a good idea…I feel like we have a lot of growing to do before we jump in that boat.”

“But you’re confident in marriage ..?”

“It would be just us….This is different. Another being will now be involved….Whats going to happen when we clash? What’s going to happen when I have to leave town? What’s going to happen when I have to meet a deadline and I can’t do what I have to do because he’s at patrol….I don’t feel confident.”

“You should tell this to him.”

“….I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I only want him to know.. Just, not now.”

“You should still talk to him…His feelings are hurt either way, Y/N. At least, be real about it.”

You don’t say anything. He stands up.

“Come on over. I’m making dinner.”

“Okay.” you say quietly.

After saying your goodbyes to him, you take off your robe in your room. You just stare into the mirror.

“You would look pretty pregnant.”

Paul’s statement rang in your head. A hand goes to your stomach with a sigh.

You twist open the door to his old bedroom. It was dark. You heard the faint noise of snoring. He was face down in the mattress. You find the lamp and click it on since you knew that the main light would bother his eyes. There was nothing left in his old room except his bed.

You sit down and he immediately opens his eyes. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and shifted on his back.

“How much trouble am I in?” you ask softly. He gives you a disappointed look but it didn’t last long. His eyes softened as they flickered down to your midsection. You wrap your arms around it self cautiously.

He shakes his head a bit as he rolled his eyes a bit. He sits up after he yawned.

“Paul….Im not ready.” you whisper.

“You made that perfectly clear.” he says.

“In a way that…Should’ve been less harsh.” you admit you say with a soft grin that quickly faded at his hardened look at you.

“What is it that you want? You’re so fucking wishy washy. I’m starting to feel like you’re being immature. You’re acting like we’re teenagers still.”

“I just…” you sigh.

“One minute…It’s like you’re down for me…..Then the next, you’re ready to just walk away from it all..I don’t even know with you, Y/N.

“Another human being will be with us. It won’t just be us…What’s going to happen when you’re at patrol and there’s things I need to get done? What if I have to leave town?”’

“It’s not just an human being, Y/N. It’s our kid. Our kid that me and you have made together….Unbelievable….You hang with people each and everyday who would, I’m sure, would hold you down and you don’t even see that you would be okay………………Then, you even have my dad….You’re just making excuses at this point.” he says with a flick of his hand in disapproval.

“Not everyone is ready to have kids yet.”

“Okay.” he says and sits back and doesn’t look at you.

You get up and you groan with a hand on your head as you tried to regain your balance from being dizzy. He immediately guides you to the bathroom and you empty out the vomit in your system. You clean your mouth at the sink.

You sit back on the floor on your butt with your arms resting your knees as you look down sadly. He flushed the toilet and sets the toilet seat down and haves a seat.

“What are you really afraid of?” he whispered to you. He still wanted to understand. He was still determined to get fears out of you. Financials weren’t a problem. Babysitting wouldn’t be an issue.

“When we butt heads…I don’t want our…kid, to be a witness to such thing.”

He blinked at you. You continue.

“If they come…I will love them…I swear I will…I just wanted us to be married, Paul.”

“But we love each other immensely already. Marriage is just a piece of paper. This proves our love.”

“Yeah…I know, but…” you couldn’t think of another reason.

“And we will love them immensely. I love them already.”

A silent tear slides down. He reached over and quickly swiped it with his thumb.

“This is a gift, Y/N.”

It’s just like your dream.

You squeeze your eyes shut as more tears fall. He lets you get it out. Your breaths shuddered as you silently sob. You hiccup as you stand up in a slouch. He stands as well.

“You don’t even want to mark me.” you whisper as you look up to him with wet eyes.

“Is this what this is about?” he whispered as he wiped your tears with his hand.

“You seemed so for it. You didn’t even say anything when I asked you.”

“I can’t just out and do it…I have to do it when my wolf’s ready to do it. I wish you would’ve just told me. Here you were, pushing me away and he wants to spend more time with you. He’s happy you’re ready..The fucker was even excited when you said it.. I guess he knew you were pregnant before you even put two and two together…He wants to wait…After the baby is born.” he calmly explains.

You look down.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” he says.

“It’s hard…Maybe I am immature…This all feels too…Grownup.” you whisper.

“We did a lot of grownup things…A lot.” he whispered and his knee is between you as he quietly chuckled at your jumping heart.

“We’re gonna be alright, Y/N.” he reassured clearly.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

You both ate with joined hands at the table. Paul’s father, Terrance, takes his glasses off as he smiled, “I finally get to be a grandfather.”

“Only us in this room know….Okay?” you say softly.

“Why don’t you want to tell anyone?” Paul asks you.

“Because…I don’t want to be bombarded… Just not right now..If we’re going to do this…I want to enjoy it intimately.” you say quietly as you look down at your plate.

“I understand. I get it.” Terrance says with a supportive grin. You thank him with a smile.

You crawl into bed and turn over as soon as you came home. Your eyes are closed and you felt a hand snake over on your lower stomach. You open your eyes.

A pair of lips meet your neck. His fingers felt the warm mush that was between your legs. You move off of your side and onto your back. He was able to open your legs wider as he stared down at you.

With a soft groan, he sucked off the wet fingers before rubbing and circling you again. You grip his arms as you sighed out at the sight of him burning his focused eyes in yours. Your hips buck up as he thrusts his fingers in a rhythm that made unholy sounds.

You pant with an high octave as he filled you up with the heavy and deep pumps. His hands cupped your breasts that were slightly sensitive. You hold onto the headboard as he groans lightly in your ear. Your back was arched against him as he moved his hips to deepen himself in you.

He gripped your facial cheeks with one hand as he turns your head and keeps you in a kiss you with such eroticism.

You shake as he lays you down with him. Your eyes couldn’t stay open. He glided his hand sensually down the side of your body before lining himself up with you. You grip the side of his thigh as you moan out at the rhythm he was now pumping.

You’re shaken awake and you lift up lazily as you felt kisses on your face and you blink your eyes open to find yourself directly on top of him.

You lay back down. You didn’t want to move. You felt so tired and comfortable. He rubbed your back slowly. You almost fell back to sleep until he spoke.

“I have to go to patrol soon.” he says tiredly.

“That sucks.” you whisper.

“I got patrol with Sam. Are you going to hang with Emily?”

“Mm..Sure.” you say as you don’t bother to open your eyes.

Paul dropped you off at Emily’s while Sam goes with him to patrol. Sam looked right at you and Paul with a weird look but he continues to walk. You stop looking at him disappearing into the woods with Paul because you heard your name.

“Y/N!”

You felt small arms wrap around your side and you look down.

You smile as the small child looked up at you with a smile.

“Claire!” you say and bend down to give her a quick hug.

“Can we color again? Pwease?” she begged as she bounced her knees in excitement. You nod and she immediately takes your hand, “Okay, come on.”

She stayed under you. The entire time. You didn’t mind. She liked to ask a lot of questions. You answered patiently.

Many pictures were made.

“She stole you away from me.” Emily says as she tells you that lunch is ready.

“Oh..Sorry. I really came over for you.” you tell her quietly as you help her in the kitchen to make Claire a plate of what she made.

Emily only chuckles, “It’s alright, Y/N.”

As you ate with them, Claire gushed about Emily taking her to the beach, you felt a kiss on your cheek. Paul is sitting next to you so you get up to hand him a plate.

“I got it, Y/N.” Sam says as he grabs both you and Claire’s empty plates.

“Thank you.” you say quietly.

“Come on, Y/N.” Claire says tugging on your hand.

“How did she not run out of crayons?” Emily asks.

You laugh as Claire tugged on your arm. Paul just watched curiously.

He watched as you got down on your knees with Claire in the living room and drew and color with her. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand your insecurities.

Sam watched Paul watch you.

Your eyes drooped as you look at the picture Claire drew.

Her short and stubby finger points to one stick figure to the next. They were holding hands with smiles.

“This is me and this is you!”

“Wow…Very nice!” you coo to her.

“Y/N…”

You look up with a hand covered yawn.

“Yes?”

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“Sam, shes not walking.” Paul says after him before you could have the option to agree or disagree.

“I need to talk to her.”

“About what?…Come on, you ready?” Paul then says to you. You get up with Paul’s hand in yours.

“Why can’t I talk to her?” Sam asks calmly as he stops Paul.

“Because we’re going home.” Paul says with nonchalance and extends his hand that you end up taking. He tugged you towards the front door as he grabbed your keys.

As he drove, you put your head to window as you hold your midsection.

You lift your head as you cover your mouth with your hand.

Paul quickly pulls over.

You get out and throw up on the side of the road. Everything that you ate for dinner was on the pavement.

He rubbed and pat your back as you make sure to keep some of your hair away from such mess.

“Are you alright?” he asks after you start to try to walk back to the car.

“Yeah.” you say in a shaky whisper.

He helps you in the car.

He starts puts it back into Drive and makes the rest of the way home.

You flop on the couch and lay down after using bathroom to throw up again and clean up.

He moved your feet out of the way as he sits down and places both of your legs across his lap.

“Why wouldn’t you let me talk to Sam?” you ask curiously.

“The walk was to question you down…I think he knows…On patrol he slid in a remark of your smell.”

“Oh.”

“You see the way he was looking at you? He kept looking like that at me….Fuck..I forgot he could smell you.”

“So…Maybe I should just hang out here….Stay away from the wolves for a while.” you say.

“Yeah…” he says as he’s rubbing your legs.

You close your eyes but you’re up in his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“To bed. You’re not sleeping on the couch.” he says and he strips you and you’re asleep before you could finish.

Sue smiles as bright as the morning sun as she lets you know that everything is going well.

Paul was spot on.

You were indeed pregnant with his baby.

It was a look you never seen on Paul before. You’ve seen him content but this look, was much more than that. Completeness.

She prescribed prenatal pills and vitamins. She tells you let her know if you feel any pain, discomfort, or have any questions. She scheduled a follow-up appointment for you.

As you both were leaving out of the clinic, Paul asks you if you’re hungry. You nod.

That smile. You just wanted to rip it off of her face.

“Paul! I haven’t seen you in like forever!”

“Yeah…” he trails off as he’s more focused on looking at the menu.

“What are you getting? I got you…” she says as she whispered the last part. She’s displaying a cheesing smile as she bounces a bit in her stance as she looks at him.

Paul orders more food than he originally was planning to and the girl prints out a receipt after bypassing him paying. She grabs a pen. She scribbles.

“Hold that for me?” she tells him as she extends the small white paper to him.

“Keep it.”

Her face fell.

You slowly sip your drink as you sat across from him.

“Come on, eat. I thought you were hungry.” Paul insisted as he’s offering you the first bite.

“I need to use the bathroom.” you whisper. You get up and walk off. You slowly wash your hands and you hear the door open and close.

The same employee goes to the sink and fixes herself up in the mirror. She uses the soap that’s in front of you instead of her own.

“Excuse you.” you say.

“I’ve been excused.” she says with nonchalant intensity.

“Asshole.”

She laughs. You glare at her.

“What a shame..I was gonna be nice..You know, come to you as woman to woman..But you seem to have it all.” she says with a smirk with defensive hands.

Throwing the wet paper towels in the bin, you scoff, “The fuck is your problem?”

“What?…Please, tell me you don’t think this is…End game, do you? Do you not know him?…It’s…Paul.” she says with a laugh as if it was an inside joke. She looked at you as if this is information that you should’ve been able to pick up on.

“We are endgame. I know him well.” you say with a quick smile and raise your hand and before you touch the door to leave, you hear her bitterly laugh. She laughed as if she figured out a mystery that was worth digging. She points a bit at you a bit.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you? That’s the only way Paul Lahote, on God’s green Earth, is gonna lock down and marry someone. And then.. You can’t even trust that.” she laughs again.

Your heart race but you don’t let her see you sweat. It was too early for you to show anyways.

“Nothing but trust with us. We’ve been together for about two years now.” you say with a nonchalant shrug with a relaxed smile and yank the door open.

Walking back to where Paul was, you flop down with your arms crossed. One look and he knew something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“Are you finished?” you ask as you hold the car keys. He leans back in his chair.

“You didn’t even eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” you say as you pinch the bridge of your nose for a moment.

“Eat, Y/N.”

“Paul-“

“You literally said you were hungry so-“

“Could you just stop?” you demand fiercely in a hushed but cruel tone.

He stared at you. He then leans forward a bit as he slowly pushed the food towards you.

“Just. Eat.” he says carefully.

It seemed as soon as he said it, your stomach roared with hunger. You chew. You didn’t bother to savor the taste in the food.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you walk to your art room when you both arrived home.

“I’m behind.” you say. You stare at the unfinished piece of work that sat on an easel.

He joins you and opens the window. You sit on a stool. He sits in there with you.

“What are you doing?”

“What? I can’t watch you?”

“I never let anyone watch me.” you say as you pour leftover water from a water bottle into your water jar.

“Why not?”

“It throws me off my game…I need peace.” you say with slight frustration as you squeeze paint onto the palette.

“I don’t give you peace?”

You look at the ceiling with your head back for a moment.

“Don’t twist my words. I hate it when you do that.” you say.

“I’m not. I’m trying to understand.”

“Paul. Leave.” you say in frustration. He looks at your unfinished picture.

“Who is that for?”

“Are you trying to fuck with me or something?”

“Y/N, what’s your problem? You went to the bathroom and came out a different person. Are you the correct Y/N?” he speaks out with assuagement.

“You’re being annoying. I just want to work and you’re being distracting. Why can’t you just allow me to do what I need to do?”

“I am…I just want to be around you. Is that so bad? Is it bad that I just want to be around you, Y/N?”

It tugged at your heartstrings. You look down.

“Then shush….If you’re going to stay.” you whisper.

He grinned.

You felt nervous. Every time you peaked over, he was watching.

“I’m not an art critic, Y/N, calm down.” he chuckled quietly.

“This has to be perfect.” You say as you look closely at the layers you were adding.

“It looks perfect to me.”

You shake your head a bit as you couldn’t help but crack a little laugh.

“You think…They will pick up our skills?” you ask curiously as you color in the newborn baby laying with its eyes closed. The mother was finished and looked like a goddess.

“No. He’ll have your skills.”

“He?”

“I think it’s a boy.”

“Dr. Paul.”

“I’m serious. I don’t know, I just have a feeling.”

“You can draw too.” you say quietly. They were erotic but they were still good.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“W-what?” you ask as your heart started to race.

“I only drew because of you.”

You stare at him. He stared back.

“Bullshit.” you say while laughing but he was serious, “It’s true.”

“But…Such little time…You drew as if..You've been doing it for so long.”

“I appreciate that compliment. Especially, from you.”

“You scare me sometimes.” you joke.

“You were always hunched over your sketchbook…” he reminisced.

You chuckle and nod in agreement as you knew it was in fact true.

“And now look…You’re witnessing me being hunched over my easel.” you say.

Paul quietly chuckled as he’s indeed seeing your awkward position on the stool as you now paint without nerves.

“I want to black mail you.”

“I like the sound of that.” he says but he’s listening closely.

You tap the wooden part of your paint brush on your chin in a thinking matter as you look up a bit.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

He reached over tried to pull on your pants but you swat his hand away.

“I’m serious. Just answer.” you say as you get back to work and he sits back at the fact that you didn’t look at him.

“Hm…” he takes his time to think. He tells you.

“We can go..When you don’t have patrol.”

“Who do I have to kill?” he asks suspiciously.

You smile, “We get married there.”

“Okay.” he immediately says as he sits up straighter. The excitement caught you off guard.

“Wait…Really?” you pause.

He doesn’t leave eye contact, “Yeah.”

“Wait..I-…Okay.” you stammer as you twirl your paint brush in the jar to get the paint off.

“What? You thought I was gonna say no. I’m the one who proposed.” he says as he nudged you with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. I’m relieved actually.” you say as you pretend to wipe sweat away from your forehead with your forearm.

“All of this crying..All of this fighting..You just wanted a husband.” he grins as he titled his head.

“Well yeah. I want you to be my husband. It’s more exciting. I’m being tied to the love of my life. Marriage is like…Probably the best when it’s your imprint.” you say shyly for a moment.

He leans close to you with a sappy grin as you speak out your statement, “Yeah. It should be.”

After watching you make the clam more vibrant, he speaks after it’s quiet, “It will be just us?”

“…Who all do you want there?” you ask as you’re focused.

“My dad…That’s it for me.” he says.

You nod as you look at him for a moment.

“What about you?”

You chuckle a bit, “Larry.”

“Y/N, seriously?”

You chuckle again.

“You haven’t been around him long enough to know that he’s not going to take it lightly if he’s not invited.”

“Alright, alright.” he says lazily, “What about Bella?”

“Marriage freaks her out. Look, we can always have a big ceremony or whatever but I just want something for just us.” you say. He smiled.

“That’s what I want too. Something for just us.”

You set your brush down as you feel him get close. You stand next your easel as you looked at your signature.

A wet kiss chased your mouth. Your knees almost buckled.

“Looks good.” he says softly and looks to what you did.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your body against him.

“So, you’re done?” he asks you.

“I have to shine it up when it’s dry.”

“Alright, let’s wait for it to dry.”

Open mouth kisses are on your neck and you’re immediately soaked but you move away.

“It doesn’t take long.” you say with a shy grin.

He lifts your chin and tilts his head to capture your lips.

“I love you.” you tell him as soon as he pulled back.

The smile melted your heart, you couldn’t help but match it.

“I love you more.”

Your eyes fill with tears and you sniff.

“What’s wrong, babe?” his eyes softened.

“I didn’t understand…A thing about..Parenthood and I got scared. I love you so much. I really love you, Paul. I was going to discard a piece of you and-“ you take in a shaky but thick breath, “I’m sorry..I’m happy that we are together. I’m happy that you imprinted on me…I’m happy with you.” you start to hiccup, being very close to hyperventilating.

You felt bad, he swayed you in his arms, keeping your face to his chest. He didn’t care about the snot and tears that was on his shirt. He just smiled down at you.

“I love you more..I’m happy with you too. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything…I’m so happy you came to the park that day..We wouldn’t be standing here right now. This feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”

You pace back and forth in your living room. Paul was gone, you were making a new commission piece and you saw a text from Jacob saying that he was on his way to pick you up.

You told him not to. You told him a lame excuse of why you two couldn’t hang out today. All he had to do was take a whiff of you and he would know. You weren’t ready for anybody else to know.

“Bullshit. I’m coming over.”

“Jacob, stop! Alright?” you say as you pace.

His persistent nature picks up the desperation in your voice and he paused.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I just need to finish my work. Okay? I’m backed up..I literally promised myself that I would get them out of the way. I swear Jake, you will be the first person I call.”

It’s quiet. Before you hear him intake a breath.

“Bravo. Bravo.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“An artist and an actress. I’m impressed..I almost clapped like we were at the Oscars.”

“Jacob, respect my wishes or..No pool.” you threaten with gritted teeth.

“Like I can’t just hop over your fence.” he says and hangs up. You stare the phone in horror.

Not knowing what else to do, you just grab a random jacket and grab your keys.

“Do you mind if I just chill out here for a while until Paul comes home?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Terrance says as he gestured with his hands to do as you please.

You lounge on the couch and read. Well, try to read. You had to turn your phone off from the constant buzzing from Jacob.

You check the time from the television, it was at night but not midnight yet.

You hear the door close and you look at the figure staring down at you on the couch.

“Why haven’t you been answering the phone?”

“I turned it off.” you say into Paul’s chest.

“Why?” he questioned as the seatbelt clicks into place across your chest.

“Jacob almost busted me. He was bullying his way over.”

“That kid.” he muttered with a shake of his head but he managed to quietly huff out a chuckle.

“Guess what?” he smirked at you.

“What?”

“I don’t have patrol all day tomorrow. The day after that, I have it late at night.”

You’re not tired anymore.

“Do you wanna..?” you whisper excitedly.

“I told you I’m down for it.”

You grin and look out the window.

As you put things together, Paul persuaded his dad to take off for a day. It took a lot of listing pros. His father wasn’t budging. He knew his father could do so, so easily. As long as he’s been under his father’s roof, he’s never seen him use any of his paid time off.

“Come on, dad. Have you ever even rode first class before?”

You smirk to yourself once you knew that that’s the final thing what won him over.

You and Paul, both hovered over the computer as you then show him the flight information.

Terrance grabs the bags and sets them in the car that you ordered for both you and Paul.

Alone in a room in a five star hotel with Paul, you both didn’t bother to be separate. The a.c blew, letting out a lullaby like whistle.

“It’s bad luck…If the couple see each other the night before they get married.” you whisper to him.

“I don’t know who made that stupid shit up.”

You both chuckle.

His hand rest possessively on your stomach as he then felt your breasts but you wince.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“I’m just sore.” you say. He bit in lip in conflict from within because they were swollen and puffy.

“Will it hurt if I’m just gentle?”

“I..I don’t..Know..They just hurt when they’re touched..” you whisper. He trails a hand between them as they are on display for him.

You blew out a quiet breath as his tongue delicately flicked upon a swollen nipple. His hand is caressing your stomach. The ache between your legs pierced you.

You couldn’t take your eyes away as he was now gently circling his tongue. A shaky breath comes out of your mouth as he’s now massaging the ache from between your legs, away.

The breathy begs sounded like music in his ears. The breathy groan that you both produced as he ate at you.

Your brain was mush as he held you tight to keep lapping at you. Both of your hands gripped his hair as you arched your back and gasp out in overwhelming pleasure.

He held your ankles with one hand as he stroked inside of you. You were shaking, thinking it was going to go on forever. Deep down, you did want it to. He wanted it to as well. His head was tilted up as he snapped his hips into you, while you whined out as another climax creeped through your body.

You both pant as you watch as it trickled out of you. He rubbed and inserted his fingers with the extra lubricant.

You grip his arm so hard, you were sure you broke skin. He didn’t care. He moaned at the sight and the moist sounds.

He takes his wet hand and grab yours and makes you feel what he felt. You gasp. He guides your finger to rub yourself and you’re stuck as you sigh out at the feeling. You never did that before. He covered your mouth with his as he you both kiss sensually with tongues and moans. Soon, he takes his hand away and you were moving your hand on your own.

He breaks away and he glided himself a bit as he moves himself along your entrance. He moaned to himself as he then sinks in with ease.

He pushed your legs back next to your head and you shake like never before. Deep strokes that made you feel like you died and came back to life. You grip onto his back as his hips roll fluidly forward with a steady rhythm.

His voice was tender, just like his touches. You didn’t know how his breath was even while saying it. The rich statements were said in Quileute.

“I love you.”

You hold onto him tighter as you moan out.

“I love you too.”

You felt connected with him. Both insides enjoyed each other.

Thinking that you were going to be nervous, you were surprised that it was instead a feeling of you two both trying to keep yourselves together as you walked down the aisle.

You found yourself almost tugging on Larry’s arm just to walk faster to Paul, down the aisle. The way that he looked at you made you feel like you owned the world in the palm of the world. You just wanted to touch him. Most of all, kiss him.

You stood next to him as you were in a dress and veil that Larry brought from a fashion agency. A new high fashion collection. You don’t know how he got it done but, you didn’t ask. He seemed to know anybody from anywhere.

You stood there with tears silently rolling down your face as Paul happily gives you his vows. He vowed to always love you as long as your heart is beating. He vowed to love you and his future children with you, forever. He vowed to always protect you and never leave your side. He promised to be the best husband he can ever be to you.

You speak confidently but it’s quietly, Paul didn’t care. He could still hear you due to his hearing. He gives you a breathtaking smile as you vowed to love him forever. You vowed to never let any circumstance tear you both apart, to be the best wife that you could be and do anything you can do to make him happy.

Not being able to look away, you watch as he held up the beautiful ring.

“With this ring, I vow to love you always and forever.”

Your hand didn’t shake as he slid the ring on. He raised the hand up and pressed a kiss on it with his eyes closed before looking back into your eyes.

His gaze watched as you raise his ring, you swallow as you felt like it was just you two in the entire world at that moment.

“With this ring, I vow to love you always and forever.”

You keep his hand in yours as you slid it on. You brush your lips back and forth on his ring finger. He then cradled your face. He wiped the sneaky tear with a warm and tender smile, that was for you.

You both didn’t hear the officiator speaking, you just heard womp womp womp. You were lost in Paul’s eyes.

It wasn’t a peck. Paul didn’t care as he grabbed your waist possessively. He kissed you as if you both were at home. You kissed him as if you were kissing him for the very last time. You would’ve been embarrassed any other time, but you genuinely considered it to be the happiest moment of your life.

“Wow, kid. You two are intense.” Larry says as he takes a sip of a drink.

“Love is intense.” you say quietly.

He pushed some alcohol your way but you wave it away.

“It’s champagne.” he says with a grin.

“Yeah..I know.” you say as you look down. He looks at you.

“Holy…Hell….You’re pregnant aren’t you?”

“What? I got a big sign on me or what?” you ask annoyed but he chuckled.

“Damn..Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“So, I take it that I get early invite to the baby shower?”

“I’ll think about it.” you say with a smile. He wrapped an arm around you and gives you a heartfelt hug.

“I’m proud of you. I heard what you’ve been up to.”

You smile and nod.

“You think you can come to New York again? I talked to some fashion designers. Some of them heard your name before.” he winked.

You look down at what you had on. You narrow your eyes at him.

“You did that on purpose.” you say while chuckling.

“Custom made for a custom artist. Their words not mine.” he says smiling. You roll your eyes but started to think.

You were unsure. You didn’t know if the Cullens were still residing there.

“Yeah, well…This will be a great opportunity.” he adds in persuasively.

“When? I don’t want to go when I’m swelled up and I can’t do anything.”

“The end of the month.”

“I..I have to talk to Paul about that.” you say quietly.

“Talk to Paul about what?” Paul asks as he comes over.

Larry gives you one more hug with another congratulations before leaving off.

“Um..We can talk about it when we get home.” you say. He opens his mouth to say something but Terrance comes over. He placed an arm around the both of you.

“Allow me to take you both out for dinner.”

You both agree.

You both go back to the hotel and you’re both changed as Paul stands in front of you.

“So, what did you say you needed to talk to me about?”

“I’ll just tell you when we get home.” you say as you chew with a slight shrug.

“You can tell me now.” he insisted.

“Another business trip.”

“Where?”

“Back to New York.”

He’s silent.

“I told him I’ll talk to you about it.”

He nods.

“Come on, dad’s waiting.”

You take the hand that he held out.

“Hopefully, this will be much better and healthier than me and your mother’s. The love you have for each other is at least evident.” Terrance says at the table as you all ate.

Paul takes a look at you. It was like you were cloud nine.

“Oh..When we get home, I have to show you two what I got for the both of you.” he continued.

Both you and Paul nod.

It was a crib and a bassinet. You loved it.

At home, you tidy up the walls and floor in the empty bedroom. Paul put both things together, not forgetting to brag about not needing directions. How it was common sense.

You take a last look of the room before shutting the door. You have a small smile on your lips as you place a hand on your stomach.

Paul was sitting up in bed as he waited for you.

You move in front of him and planted a kiss on his lips. You lean back as you noticed he didn’t take over the smooch. He looked at you.

“Can you wait?” he speaks quietly in the dark.

You thought for a moment as you knew what he was talking about.

“….Time waits for no one.”

“Y/N.” he says your name with attitude.

“I don’t understand. If it were you, I would let you-“

“This isn’t about me. You seriously think I want to go through what we went through? Again? Seriously? But this time you’re carrying my child…You’re crazy.” he snaps out with a hushed tone.

“That’s not fair.” you state with zero energy.

“I can name a lot of shit that isn’t fair.”

“Like what?! It’s always about you!”

“Did I say anything about me?” he says not matching your temper with slightly narrowed eyes.

“I’ll just bring someone!”

“That’s not the point….You're not going out of town like this.” he says filled with dominance.

“You’re not my father.”

“You’re right. I’m your husband.”

You frown as you felt a jolt of unexpected excitement flow through your body at his statement. He noticed. You caught the subtle smirk as he watched you.

“And you get on my nerves.” you hiss at him.

“I don’t care.” he says quietly. You two just stare at each other.

“Welcome to parenthood. You have to sacrifice shit for the sake of what’s best. It’s not just my wolf that’s going to go crazy when we separate, but you will too. You’re carrying our pup.” he continued.

You then turn over with an attitude and face away from him as you lay on the pillow.

“Why have you been handing me your ass?” he whispered in your ear. You fought the smile that threatened to form on your face at his teasing as you grit your teeth.

“I haven’t been that mean.” you whispered.

“You’ve been meaner than me..That's a record.”

You turn your head a bit, “Shut up.”

He quietly chortles.

He brings your body to lay on your back. He kissed your cheek. You close your eyes in satisfaction.

He kissed your stomach before whispering to it.

“Tell mommy to stop being mean to daddy.”

You chuckle as you run your fingers through his hair.

He hovered over you as he slow burned a kiss with you. You both fall sleep tangled in each other.

Jerking awake, tears slide out the side of your eyes. Warm hands wipe them away as he then holds you.

“Y/N, what wrong?” he asks softly.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N, please.”

You silently hiccuped. You were hyperventilating into his chest.

He deeply rubbed your back.

You blink with dry eyes as soon as you calmed down.

“I just had a dream…Sue said it’s common to have pregnancy induced dreams…I had a dream…I dropped our baby, Paul. Fuck…It felt so real.” you croak out as you keep a hand over your eyes as you lay back on the pillows.

“Damn.” he says quietly as he rubbed your stomach in a soothing manner.

“I did like this..” you say and motion your hands in a careless drop.

“That’s not going to happen. You would never do that.” he whispered as he takes a glance at you.

“You just never know..I could be a horrible mom and that dream just proved it.” you whisper back.

“Y/N, you gotta stop talking like that. Your child can hear you talk bad about yourself…My wolf and myself know..Deep down…You’re going to be a great mother. You don’t have to keep having doubts because it’s simply not true.”

You two share a kiss.

“Are you hungry?”

You blink at him.

“What time is it?”

“Time to eat.” he says and you’re up and out of the bed.

You lounged on the couch as you sketched.

The food was easy on your nose. You were so hungry, you started drawing food.

You felt like you were being annoying by how clingy your were to him. Paul didn’t say that, but you were in your head about it.

“I’ll…Stay back.” you say quietly after he suggested sitting with his dad.

“Okay..I’ll just see you when I get back home.”

You nod and he smiled after the kiss you two shared. Your feelings were uneasy. It showed that you would be waiting for him but you didn’t want him to go.

He didn’t want to leave either.

He leaves for patrol.

You sat in the tub as your hands rested on the growing skin. Attachment wasn’t even the word.

You started to feel a bit guilty for not wanting such thing, it was something that both you and Paul got to share.

“That’s dangerous to fall asleep like that.” Paul says as you blink awake.

The water was cold.

“It’s barely to my chest.” you gesture to the height of the water, but he shakes his head.

”I want to cook you dinner.” you whisper as he carried your naked but wet body out of the tub. The heat of his skin made a towel be unnecessary, but you knew what he had in mind.

“Dinner wouldn’t hurt to wait for a few more minutes.”

“Yeah, but it won’t just be minutes.” you say as you roll your eyes a bit but he only grinned before hovering over you to place a small but passionate peck on your lips.

You hold his head as trailed kisses and his large hands down your body. You couldn’t front the soft noises that floated from your mouth.

He stopped. You sat up as he stared at your stomach.

“Y/N…I hear a little heartbeat.” he whispered. You cradle his cheek. He kept kissing your stomach.

His hands never felt your stomach as you whine out from his tongue that danced between your legs. You were moaning gibberish as he licked through your climax.

“Im full.” you say as you push the plate back.

“You’re not full..Y/N, eat.” he persisted as he chewed.

Chuckling softly, “Paul, I feel like I’m about to burst.” you say with two hands resting on your swollen stomach.

”It’s just us, Y/N.” he says. He heard the quick flutter of your heart.

“I know.” you say.

He suggested being naked. It was both of your house. Why be embarrassed? Well, Paul was very comfortable.

It made you comfortable.

In bed, he pulls on what you have in your hands. You grip it.

You clutch the sketchbook to you.

“Just let me see.” he says softly with a devilish smirk.

“No. Just..Leave me alone.” you say trying to hide your embarrassment.

“You let me see everything you make.” he says, not letting up.

You turn it around slowly with shaky hands. He points at it as his eyes are glued to the page. Oil pastel made it vivid.

“Should be in the Louvre.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m serious…If you paint it…”

“You’re giving me a big head.”

“Good. You can make it happen. It’s real.”

“Yeah..” you say in a dreamy expression. It was so intimate.

Two naked figures, one of them with a small bump. Laughing while eating in a kitchen. It was as if you took a peak into what love looks like. You took a peak into what comfortability looked like.

Emily’s child was cute. You received the photos and texts from everyone.

You stay on the phone with Leah as you kept her laughing.

“I miss you..You just curved me.”

“I didn’t. I promise. I have a lot to tell you but as soon as I’m not so busy I’ll make it up to you.” you promise her.

“You better.”

You smile.

Paul lifted your shirt as you look down.

“It’s just milk Y/N, it doesn’t gross me out.” he says as he tossed your wet shirt in the dirty clothes bin.

“I know..It just happens a lot.” you whisper. The kiss was heated.

You then step back with a jiggle of your leaking breasts as Paul gives you a look. He was guiding his mouth to them.

“You say that they hurt, right? I’ll relieve them.” he promises.

You gasp and sigh out as you lay there in bed while Paul fed on your breasts. His tongue swirl your nipple and attaches his whole mouth. It did feel relieved. You were worried about becoming addicted to the feeling.

Lately, you’ve been cleaning a lot. Paul placed the very last thing that completed the child’s modeled room.

You left one wall white. A free canvas for your child for when they get older. Paul joked that since permission was given to draw on the walls, they actually won’t do it.

You chuckle.

Paul almost got in trouble with Sam. He stalled going to patrol. You’ve never seen him so anxious before. He says he felt it deep within him that you were going to go into delivery. You felt fine.

“I’ll be okay.” you say.

“It’s going to come. I’ll play Sam off.” he says.

You give him a somewhat hopeful smile, “It will happen when you come back.”

You wake up out of your nap in pain. And wet.

You sharply breathe in and out as you try to hold on as much as you could.

You moan in pain as you cry out. You call Paul’s father. He knew exactly what was happening, claiming he was on his way. You then press on Jacob’s contact number, you didn’t know who else to call.

Jacob was faster.

He answers the phone, he only heard you in pain before he hung up quickly and he’s carrying you in his arms.

“I got you, Y/N.” he says as he buckled in your seatbelt. You whine in pain as you hold your stomach.

As he drives, trying his best to not go over any bumps, he’s dialing and yelling into the phone. There was so much authority in his voice.

“Someone get Paul!”

You were so much pain, you were about to pass out. You heard his voice.

“Paul.” you whine out his name.

Your face is being cradled and kiss as he whispered, “I’m here. I’m here, baby.”

You gripped his hand as you he encouraged you to push. And push. And push. The sound of crying ring out in your ears.

The baby is laid on your chest for skin to skin connection.

You couldn’t believe it. You started crying.

“What’s wrong?” Paul asks thickly.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just beautiful.” you choke out. He smiles.

Sue takes them and cleans them up and wraps them up.

Jacob then speaks, you forgot for a second that he was still there.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered. He seemed hurt.

“It’s nothing against you or Bella..I just wanted to enjoy it with just Paul for the time being.”

“But one have us could’ve already been there. What would’ve happened if we came too late?” he grilled you. You look down as you knew it was true.

“Jake, watch it.” Paul says fiercely but quietly.

Jacob was about to say something to him but you cut in, “I’m sorry, Jake. Plus, Emily was pregnant too. I would've stolen her shine.” you say with a slight chuckle.

“That wouldn’t have mattered….”

“I don’t want the others to know before I come home. You can call Bella.”

Jacob then smiles, “I texted her. She’s on her way. She’s more pissed at you than me.”

You then smile.

Paul looked down at the squirming and small human being.

“Y/N…You see ‘em?” he whispered. His smile melted your heart.

“Yes. I do.” you whisper back.

They were beautiful. You would protect this little person with every fiber of your being. Paul was right. They were a gem, the proof of love that you and Paul shared with each other.

Paul looked at you with that same smile.

The small suck of your breast felt like they were pulling at your heart strings.

You then let Paul hold them when you were finished breastfeeding.

Terrance comes in.

“Shit, I flew here as fast as I could. I came straight from work.” he says. But softened at the sight of his grandchild.

“Watch your language, dad. Wash your hands.” Paul says quietly but passed the baby to his father when he was finished drying his hands.

“Sorry.” Terrance whispers, “Hey…Hi…..I’m your grandad…I love you so much….” he cooed softly to the child in his arms.

You don’t say anything to the unshed tears that belonged to Paul’s eyes.

“This is us.” he whispered to you.

You couldn’t help but kiss him. He kisses you back. You then take a look at the small sleeping child in your father in law’s arms. An adorable bundle of joy that really was proof of you and Paul’s love that existed. You both now had a small person to share you and Paul’s love with.

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pinkiemachine · 1 year ago

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I’ve only done some light reading on Selina, but even so, details on her past seem few and far between. Maybe there’s a reason, maybe I just haven’t looked hard enough, whatever. Someone can enlighten me in the comments. What I do know, however, is that she’s eluded to have experienced some form of abuse as a child. Now, this research came on the heels of brushing up on the rest of Batman’s rogues’ gallery and I gotta say, abuse as a backstory comes up a lot. And I’m just sitting here, like, “There are so many unique people in this world with unique traumas and hurts that this feels almost cookie cutter.” Am I wrong? I just wanna be more specific and explore problems more intimately. So… Selina Kyle. What to write for her backstory? I thought a lot about who she is as a character present day—her playful aloofness, her decision to become a cat burglar, breaking rules as if they don’t exist, always on the run, never settling down with anyone long term, stealing nice things for herself—it led me to this backstory: When Selina was a child, she was horribly neglected. Her father was almost never around and her mother was depressed, anxious, under the influence of alcohol quite often, and wished she never had a daughter. Selina found that it was always easier to live as though she were invisible. If she never got caught making a mess or being noisy or causing problems, her mother would never get mad at her, or even a acknowledge her, and neither would her father if he ever showed his face. She never received birthday gifts—or if she did, they were pitiful—and all of her attempts of reaching out via gifts to her mother and father were rejected. She was never loved and grew to believe that the only way she would ever feel cared for is if she just took care of herself and only herself. She was good at being invisible, and so she became good at stealing. She treated herself to nice things whenever she felt like it, and she rarely ever got caught. She never made close friends. She never really fell in love. She built up walls so high that no one could ever break them down… until she met Bruce. Suddenly, here was a guy who could consistently catch her red-handed. Who told her she needed to stop robbing people. Who believed she could be better. Who saw her. And even though she kept double-crossing him, escaping his grasp, and escaping justice, she found that it was a little bit harder to return to crime every time. She had always found him attractive… but the longer they chased each other around Gotham, and the longer he showed that he wasn’t going to ignore her or give up on her, the more that attraction turned into a deep feeling that Selina had never felt before. True love. She was scared of it. She didn’t know what to do with it. It was completely the opposite of everything she had ever known, and she secretly didn’t think she deserved it. After all, she was a criminal. She was a “bad guy.” Someone who stole from others for pleasure and profit. And yet Bruce believed she was a good person deep down. He believed she had the capacity for change. And in time, he would find himself falling in love with her too. By the end of their story, naturally, those walls had come crumbling down and they had each learned how to love again, something they both thought would never happen to them. 💜

#fan art #art #dc #dc comics #batman #Bruce wayne #Selina Kyle #Catwoman #batxcat

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aliyahwritings · 6 months ago

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TCH!READER ON THE INTERNET.

MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader

*This is during the two weeks that Rafe ignored her, here is the chapter.*

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username01 perfect as always queen

username02 you play the sims wth???

ynmodelz @/username02 i have BEEN playing the sims are u kidding??

cleoanderson im obsessed with you 😘

ynmodelz @/cleoanderson i haven't stopped thinking about you baby

jjmaybank @/ynmodelz this is gay as fuck

username03 no rafe pic.............

username04 @/username03 I thought the same thing and she hasn't been posting him on her story too so idk what's going on

username05 are you still with rafe

aishapatel SHE IS OUT OF THE PSYCH WARD DOCTOR ‼️‼️

ynmodelz @/aishapatel my fingers are slowing approaching the block button.

username06 GUYS SHE POSTED DONT SMILE BY SAB ON HER STORY

username07 @/username06 THEY DEF BROKE UP 😭😭😭😭😭

username08 @/username06 JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN THE MIDDLE OF TARGET

username09 @/username06 they are now my roman empire

kiecarrera I need that cup. NOW.

ynmodelz @/kiecarrera omg omg let me send u the link so u can buy it and we can match

username10 @/ynmodelz notice how she didn't gatekeep. very cutesy very mindful very demure

username11 are you alright baby?

ynmodelz @/username11 yes why

username11 @/ynmodelz cause ur posting really sad shit on ur story

ynmodelz @/username11 can't a girl be depressed once in a while 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

johnbrledge I like the song you picked

ynmodelz @/johnbrledge donatella VERSACE 💜

username02 @/ynmodelz YN PLS 💀

username12 @/ynmodelz not a single nonchalant bone in her that's fs

username07 @/ynmodelz lets stay serious yn i beg of u 😭 i love her sm

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username01 i didn't believe it at first but i think she broke up with rafe

username02 pls don't tell me she broke up rafe

username03 she has been posting so many sad stuff on her story

username04 @/username03 ik im so worried

username05 guys what if she's js feeling sad for no reason 🤷‍♀️ like no need to overthink

username06 @/username05 exactly!!! like rafe was seen w her just right before he left nyc. they're probably fine

username07 @/username06 that's what i'm thinking and also the pics of them at kelce's party THEY ARE FINE!!! you r all such dramatics 🙄

username08 what if she relapsed yall.......

username09 @/username08 STOP BC WHY WOULD SHE PUT THOSE NESSA LYRICS

username10 @/username08 She def relapsed. She looked skinnier in her last post

username11 @/username08 i am so worried about her

username12 did anyone notice how no paparazzi pictures of her have been out for two weeks?

username13 she's so real 😂

username14 if rafe was my man id be having withdrawals too

username15 I don't like her 🤮

yn_updates @/username15 flop 🫵

username16 everyone on twt talking abt her relapse did she really?

username17 @/username16 Yes

username18 @/username16 not sure it's all js theories bc she looks skinnier, has been posting and deleting a lot of things about the way she looks and weight

username16 @/username18 omg no 😢 poor her i hope she gets better

ynmodelz guys i'm fine 🤍 im just being dramatic i promise

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username01 I LOVE YOU RAFE

username02 gimme a piece of dat 😵‍💫

kelce man is tweaking out fr

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popeheyward Call me. Now.

username04 @/popeheyward lemme syd pls

username05 did you and yn break up?

username06 where even are you

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sarahcameron i hope the ground swallows you

rafecameron @/sarahcameron I wish you had a twin that ate you in the womb

username08 did yn relapse?

username09 i heard that u broke up w the model

chiararoro Handsome

username10 @/chiararoro MY ENDGAME

username11 @/chiararoro you should be w him instead of that fugly model

username12 mf hasn't seen his girl in two weeks and started reconnecting with nature 😭😭

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sim0nril3y · 2 years ago

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Ghost x Civilian Masterlist

Note: This is the masterlist for my Ghost x Civilian collection of one shots. They are all part of the same universe, following the story of how he met his civilian and fell into a relationship with them but it won’t be like a fluid series but rather just little stories that are all connected.

This page is 18+ only so mdni. I periodically check my followers and block where necessary. Please ensure that your blog shows an age or an indicator to your age, if it is blank I will block. Key: 💜 Fluff; 🔥 Smut; 💔 Angst Dating Phase - First Meeting 💜 - Second Meeting 💜 - First Date 💜 - Second Date 💜 - Workplace Distractions 💜 - Push and Pull 🔥💔 - Push and Pull - Part 2 💜💔 - Saturday Night Football 💜🔥 - Your Flat 💜🔥 - Classic Games 💜 - Commitment Talk 💜 - Meet the Family 💜💔 - Seaside 💜🔥 - Home 💜💔 - Nightmares 💜💔 - His Shirt 🔥 - Handy Man 🔥 - Clumsy 💜🔥 - Night Out 💜🔥 - Deployment 💔 - Call from the Captain 💜 Married Life Phase - Honeymoon 💜🔥 - New Hobby 💜 - Stupid Joke 💜 - Revenge 🔥 - I got you. 💜 Requests - Forehead Kisses 💜🔥 - Stalker 💜🔥 - Soap's Discovery 💜 - Sketchbook 💜 - Sick 💜 - Jealousy, Jealousy 💜🔥 - Your Jealousy, Jealousy 💜 - Praise Kink 🔥 - Breeding Kink 🔥 - Broken Arm 💜💔 - Sleep Problems 💜 - Fight 💔 - You meet Soap 💜 - Overwhelmingly Good 💜🔥 - Finding the Mask 💜💔 - Insecurities 💜💔 Drabbles - Airport 💜 - Cooking 💜 - Barbie Movie 💜 - Teasing 💜🔥 - Showing Love 💜 - NYE Kiss 💜

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eunnieboo · 7 months ago

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IYHM ask replies! (1/3)

🌸 @daniluvz asked:

I am so happy, I got your book and I am excited it's finally next in my to be read pile!!!!!! I know this is way to soon to ask but will you be making another book? (I had to ask, I know you literally just came out with this one not to long ago, but I love your art and it has inspired me to continue my journey in art and graphic novel) sending all the love and well wishes❣️❣️❣️

wahhh thank you so much!!!! oh my gosh, while it's not a sequel, i AM making another book! i feel like i'm the type to keep big projects close to my chest until the moment i can reveal it to the world, but i have to confess i'm very excited about this one... AH i can't wait!

wishing you well too, i'm so excited for your journey omg!!! sending you all the luck and love in the world!!!!! 💖💖💖

🌸 @perseusrising asked:

my girlfriend and i read your book together! it was absolutely spectacular! thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful story

oh it makes me so happy when i hear about people reading it together!! especially couples! what a wonderful experience to share. thank you <3

🌸 @ggwweenn1 asked:

I work at a library and read "If you'll have me" because I saw it in our new book delivery and thought "oh hey I know them from Tumblr" and then immediately was like "ok ok where can I display this prominently so every 16 year old girl can read it!?!?!" xoxo

AHH i only want the best for everyone who works at libraries!! thank you for all your hard work!!! 😤 also OMG YES... i wish that every girl who needs this book may find it... tysm! xoxo!!

🌸 @elihoneybee asked:

my girlfriend got me iyhm for christmas im so happy thank you for this beautiful book

oh thank you so much!! ;_; i'm always so touched when i hear it's been given as a gift. i think books are such good presents! and giving them is such a sweet gesture <3

🌸 @mythicalphoenix14 asked:

I recently read your book and wanted to tell you how incredible the art was and the story.

oh my gosh. that means so much! thank you forever ♥

🌸 @animaestr0 asked:

me and my friends went to the bookstore a couple montsb back and i SAW "IF YOU'LL HAVE ME" on the shelf and i straight up screamed and yoinked it because I was late to the iyhm preorder chain and couldn't find it anywhere for a while BUT!!!! I HAVE IT NOWW WOOOOOOOOO

OMG YAYYYYYYY i'm so happy to hear that!!! YIPPEEEEE 💕💕 honestly i should've reblogged the preorder link more but i'm so slow to act and afraid of being annoying 😩 i wanna try harder next time!!

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I saw your sneak peak scene on twitter and i just fell in love with your artstyle in a heartbeat, the colors, your way of setting the scene and i just wanted to tell ya i ordered if you'll have me! ps: i'm from germany! :)

you are so wonderfully sweet oh my gosh! ;0; thank you so much for your kind words!! may it get to you safely~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

i saw iyhm in a store today! i'm in australia so i was going to buy it online but i was so moved seeing irl :') it's on my bookshelf. congrats on getting published, i'm so excited to read it!

oh my goodness, thank you! SAME every time i see it in a store, my heart skips a beat 💓 i feel very grateful to have physical copies out in the world, especially with the state of digital media preservation today... thank you again!!

🌸 @unfortunatelyem asked:

read the iyhm graphic novel in one sitting and almost cried!!! thank you for the food🙏

wahhh thank you so much for reading and enjoying!!!!

🌸 @dancingcoder28 asked:

Just wanted to tell you that I saw your book in my local library! I am so happy and excited to see it because it’s such a good book, and definitely deserves to be put out there 💜💜💜💜

AHHH yessss we love libraries!! omggg thank you so much for this lovely message, that means the world 💛💛💛💛

🌸 Anonymous asked:

HI HELLO i just wanted to let you know that my friends and i went to the big barnes and nobles in NYC recently and i recognized If You'll Have Me on display and ofc i HAD to have it so I picked it up right away and absolutely adored every page of it and thank you sososo much for giving us such a lovely story <33 it made me smile so much !!!!!!!

OMG THANK YOU AHHH!!!!! oh i wanted so much for it to make someone smile!!! T_T my dreams are coming true... i hope it felt like a warm hug <3 <3

🌸 @cosmonautchan asked:

SAW YOUR BOOK AT MY LOCAL WATERSTONES!!! IT'S SUPER COOL!!!

THANK YOU AHHH HOW WONDERFUL!!! i would love to visit a waterstones someday!!

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hiii I'm in the middle of reading IYHM (digital version cuz I don't trust my local post office sorry 😔) and it makes me feel so uwu. I'm happy to see wlw works out there (I've read mostly mlm so far). Momo is so relatable it almost hurts, I too overthink absolutely everything. Congratulations on the release!!! Here's to many more! 🎉 🥂

totally understand omg rip 😔🙏 but yayyyy i'm so thrilled! the overthinking is so real for me too. also uwu is EXACTLY the feeling i wanted to capture 😂 the uwus and the doki dokis... i wish i had even more time to show the girls being cute and fluffy with each other! maybe next time hehe. thank you so much!!!

🌸 @hyper0bject asked:

heyyy i just got a copy of IYHM in! excited to read it, been following the mini comics for a bit now and pulled the trigger on it a couple days ago :) even just looking it over it looks super quality, print and heft! thanks!

ahh i'm so happy to hear that! thank you so much!! i'm still so pleased with how the physical copies turned out. i like paperbacks because of how they feel to hold, but i was amazed to find out the hardback has the art printed right onto the cover! i totally wasn't expecting it. ty again! :>

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know I remember seeing art of momo and PG when I was in seventh grade (the "you're the cute one" art) and today I saw them on the cover of a book at my library and I almost couldn't believe it!!! I finished it within that same afternoon, and I gotta say I'm so happy you were able to publish these girls. I love them to bits. keep up the amazing work!!!

omg it's been so long since i drew that!! it's amazing that you remembered them and that they came back to you like this!!! thank you so much aw... this is so incredibly sweet... i wish i had more words to say thank you <33

🌸 @lemonbaristas asked:

Happy book birthday!!! 🎉

thank you so much!!! 🥺💕

part 2 is on its way~

#iyhm #replies #lemonbaristas #cosmonautchan #hyper0bject #dancingcoder28 #unfortunatelyem #animaestr0 #mythicalphoenix14 #elihoneybee #ggwweenn1 #perseusrising #daniluvz #anon

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uhohbestie · 6 months ago

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There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 42]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite their tensions. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chapter 42 - The story of There Are Monsters Nearby concludes as Scar and Grian turn away from their past and look towards the future.

📝 Words: 11,088

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 42 on AO3

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“I want you to get Pop Tarts,” Grian says, his attention cast to the side while Scar works, looking towards the settlement in the distance. It’s a fair ways off, looking more like a grey-brown smudge from where they stand— a collection of RVs and camper vans clustered close together in the lee of a grassy ridge, the surrounding hills fringed in sparse junipers and hardy looking spruce saplings. There’s an open space between them, dotted with small lumps that Scar knows are grazing cattle and a clustered herd of goats.

The ruins of a city lay further off to the east, the handful of buildings not blackened from fire standing empty and abandoned. It’s from there that the zombies have been drifting out, a perpetual source of mindless, wandering horror. Though now, thanks to Scar’s aim and Grian’s tenacious knack for violence, the tide will hopefully have been stemmed to some degree.

“And whatever milk and cheese they’ve got. I saw all their animals, there’s no way they don’t have dairy to spare.”

It’s an endearing quirk that Grian has adopted ever since it became clear his diet was permanently changed. He likes to pick things for Scar to eat now, planning and suggesting his meals with whatever they scavenge, hunt, and barter. He’s never been a good cook, not even before the world fell apart, but it’s been sweet the way he's applied himself to improving, the two times he gave Scar food poisoning already becoming fond memories in their own way.

When the last zombie’s head has been separated from its body, Scar yanks a glove onto his hand and begins gathering them all, shoving each one into a canvas sack that he uses for the sole purpose of demonstrating their worth to any sceptical marks they come across. Once he’s done, he sets the bag down, putting out his arm and drawing Grian in close.

“Good work out there,” he compliments, pressing a kiss to the top of his partner’s head. Grian’s hair is clean and smells incredibly good—like sandalwood and something crisp—everything about him well-maintained, despite the state of the world around them. “You really treated those googlies like you had a score to settle.”

Without hesitation Grian leans into Scar’s touch, the easy return of his affection still a novelty, despite how many weeks Scar’s been allowed and able to enjoy it.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” he offers, his words mumbled sweetly into the thick flannel of Scar’s shirt. “You’re getting to have a real hawk-eye with your aim, you know.”

“I love it when you say I’m a hot guy,” Scar preens, deliberately mishearing him. “Got a real nice ring to it.”

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Chapter 42! 380k words and ten months later, we are so happy to announce that we've come to the end of our story. While there's still so much more of TAMN left that we plan to write and share, this portion is over, and we couldn't be happier. Thank you so, so much for going on this journey with us, and we hope you enjoy the epilogue and ending of There Are Monsters Nearby 💜🧡

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dailynnt · 4 months ago

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FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 23/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Guys, I finally wrote a new part. It's been so long since I published the last part. I was promoted at work, so I work very hard and write at night. This part is big. Please let me know what you think about this part. By the way, the final part of the story will start from this part ❤️‍🔥💜💘

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You are my favorite person 😘🥰 You know that I appreciate you so much and LOVE you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou, @nikkinikj, @lovelyyylunaa222, @jiminiemanura, @jalexad, @kelsyx33, @bhonbhon, @unholyforjk, @ambiee3, @mianhae-baozi, @someoneelse0109, @medstudentlifestyle, @mskookie (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 23. The point of no return.

The rays of the morning sun were breaking through the heavy curtains, filling the room with soft warmth. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a pleasant fatigue in every muscle.

Your eyes immediately fell on Jungkook, who was lying next to you. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned toward you, his hands under his pillow. His black hair was falling over his face, his naked back rising and falling in the rhythm of his breathing. He looked so relaxed, as if all the problems of the world had left him alone, at least for that night.

You smile involuntarily, admiring your lover. You notice his pouty lips and immediately have the urge to kiss them. But you restrain yourself.

You lie there and think that you finally feel good and you don’t feel the anxiety that has been present in you every day for the past five weeks. Jungkook is here and you're not going to leave him anymore.

You run your hand down your neck, feeling the warm memories of the night there. Your lips curved slightly into a smile, unable to hold back the quiet tremor in your chest.

You propped your head up with your hand, looking at him carefully. His body looked strong and yet tender in its vulnerability. You couldn't help but want to touch him. Your fingers almost automatically reached for Jungkook's hair, and as soon as they touched his strands, Jungkook moved, half-opening his eye lazily.

"Are you spying on me?" - He murmured, looking at you with one eye open, his voice hoarse and low from sleep.

"You're so cute when you sleep." - You replied, smiling. Jungkook opened his other eye and squinted as if trying to judge your tone, and a sly glint appeared in his eyes.

"Cute?" - He rolled onto his back, stretching his muscles that seemed to reveal his full strength. "I don't remember you calling me cute when you were screaming my name this night." - You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks turned treacherously pink.

"Someone's being overconfident here." - You said, throwing a pillow in his direction, but Jungkook easily intercepted it.

"Not that it's not true." - He replied, smiling slyly, and then he crept closer. His arm went around your waist and he pulled you close.

"Get over yourself, Jeon. I only accept your self-confidence because I've known you for so long." - You say, fighting the sensations of his kisses on your neck. "By the way, what are you doing?" - Jungkook kissed your neck slowly, he towered over you taking you captive with his body and arms that trapped you.

"What do you think I'm doing?" - Jungkook smiled slyly. Without waiting for your answer, he went back to kissing your neck. Just a few kisses, and you already seem to be wet and feel a pleasant throbbing in the upper part of your thighs.

"Are you serious?" - You said in a trembling voice. "We just woke up. We need to get cleaned up..." - You said. You haven't even gone to the bathroom or brushed your teeth.

"Baby, you look so delicious... how can I refuse myself to fuck you when I open my eyes?" - Jungkook whispered in your ear when he finished biting your lobe, his voice low and full of play.

"Jungkook! How can you say that? It's morning!" - You protested. Having sex right after waking up? Is he that insatiable?

"What? Is this a bad time?" - His fingers began to slide down your thighs, and his lips left a warm kiss on your temple.

"Jungkook! I didn't brush my teeth." - You said, a little embarrassed, and tried to pull away, but his hands held you steady, though gently.

"I don't care." - He said, and you felt his hand near the elastic of your pajama shorts.

"It's not hygienic." - You don't give up. But his hand has already slipped under your shorts and underwear. Jungkook's fingers touched your pussy, which was wet and ready to receive him right now. You bit your lip, closing your eyes at how pleasantly Jungkook was caressing your clit. He pulled his lips apart in a smile. You heard him sigh and knew it was a cocky smile.

"Who's so wet?" - He says quietly. You moan as his finger plunges into your passage and slowly fucks you.

"Kook..." - You breathe out. The Jungkook sucks on the skin of your neck. Shit, I think there are going to be marks. You should push him away, but the deeper he plunges his finger into you, the faster you forget what you were thinking.

"Mmm." - He purrs against the skin of your neck. His purr is vibrating in bass. "Do you want me to stop?" - He asks as he continues to fuck your aisle. He adds a second finger to create more pressure. But it's not enough for you. You move your hips to meet his fingers. Jungkook lifts the top of your pajamas to kiss your breasts. He sees your erect nipples and gets harder, even though he already woke up with a hard-on.

You don't even pay attention to his question because your mind is elsewhere. You get even more excited when Jungkook's tongue is on your nipples. He sucks on your bud, causing a pleasant pain. He bites down lightly on your sensitive skin and you hiss.

He smiles against your skin.

"I asked you something!" - Says Jungkook, turning to face you. You open your eyes and have a hard time remembering what he asked you. His finger is back on your clit.

"What?" - You squeaked out. "What did you ask?" - You asked again.

"Do you want me to stop?" - Jungkook repeats. You raise your eyebrows, moaning and feeling how soon you might come on his finger.

"You can only stop if you want to." - You said. Jungkook smiled, you're so provocative.

"Do you think I can do it?" - Jungkook asked, pushing his hard cock into you. You smile defiantly, he started it, why ask stupid questions?

"It's up to you." - You said. Jungkook suddenly took his finger away and when you realized it, you were shocked. Your eyes rounded and you did not take them away from him. Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you either. He threw back the blanket that covered you both and got out of bed. He left the room and you sat down, feeling disappointed and confused.

You straightened your clothes and put your feet down on the floor to follow Jungkook and ask him what happened. But before you could get out of bed, he came back into the room. Your eyes immediately fell on his crotch with a big hard-on. In just a second, you turned your gaze to his face, he was serious, and he was carrying something in his hands.

"Where are you going?" - He asked, standing in front of you. His crotch was almost in front of your face.

"I..." - You looked up at him in confusion, tilting your head back. "Why did you leave?" - You ask. Jungkook hands you some menthol-flavored lollipops and you look at them in confusion.

"I went to get lollipops." - He replies.

"Why did you bring them?" - You ask, unhappy. Jungkook leans in and you can smell the menthol as he speaks next to your face. He seems to have already tasted one.

"I want a menthol-flavored blowjob." - His smile is cheeky and demanding. You are frozen, not knowing how to respond. "So, are you going to give your boyfriend a good time?" - Jungkook asks you again, grabbing your chin with two fingers. You roll your eyes and he laughs out loud.

"Are you silly? Don’t said anything... Gone..." - You protest. Jungkook lets go of you, takes out a lollipop and shoves it into your mouth, dipping his fingers in with it. You taste the menthol and his fingers on your tongue. You look up at his figure towering over you. His eyes darken as you begin to suck on his fingers, which he uses to press down on your soft tongue.

"You'd better use your tongue for its intended purpose." - He says. Your lips stretch into a seductive smile. You released Jungkook's fingers from your mouth and reached for his boxers. You grabbed the elastic and pulled them down. They fell to his ankles, freeing Jungkook's cock.

Your mouth instantly filled with saliva. His cock was right in front of your eyes, thick, erect, and begging for affection. You took it in your hands and rolled it a couple of times to see the head. You stretched the skin and saw the purple tip of his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum.

You touched the tip with your tongue, wrapped around it, and felt Jungkook's cock twitch. Jungkook likes it. You looked up to see his face. You met his gaze, full of desire. He smiled at you from the corner of his mouth. You put the head of his penis in your mouth and sucked on it as if to create foreplay.

Jungkook put his hand on the back of your head, coming closer.

"Come on, baby, stop playing around. Just choke on my cock." - He says with authority, and you can't help but feel aroused by his low, commanding voice. You grab Jungkook's ass with one hand and pull him closer. You spread your legs wide to give him easy access to your mouth.

You swallow Jungkook's length, halfway down at first. Your jaw is open wide. You can feel his velvety skin on your tongue, and the taste of salty cum mixed with menthol lollipop. You suck Jungkook's cock like that for a while. Until you notice him twisting your hair around his fist and pushing your head to take him deeper.

You try to breathe deeply as his cock sinks deeper into your mouth. His head delivers the end of his tongue and your breathing speeds up. You fight the gag reflex.

"Breathe deeply. I'm going to be careful. If you feel like you can't take it, tap my thigh." - Jungkook says. You look at him and nod slightly in the affirmative. You put both hands on his hips, giving him full control. He uses your hair as a tool of control lever.

Your mouth is filled with his cock and he starts fucking it. At first it's slow, careful movements. You even move your head yourself, but with each successive stroke, Jungkook gets faster. He squeezes your hair harder and helps you suck his cock.

You can hear him moaning, not hiding his pleasure which your welcoming mouth gives him. You dig your nails into his skin and he likes the way you desperately suck his length, letting him fuck your throat.

Jungkook is so deep in your mouth that his pubic bone is just a few centimeters from your nose. You can feel your jaw getting tired and starting to ache from being open for so long. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"It feels so good to fuck your throat. Do you like me fucking you in the mouth my little slut?" - Jungkook asks you and you leak onto your underwear. Your arousal increases to the maximum. You moan around his cock, closing your eyes. It's been a while since he last called you a whore. Why do you like it so much when he calls you that?

Jungkook picks up the pace. You can feel his hardening at your mouth. It doesn't take long for him to come in your mouth. His cum leaks out through the corners of your mouth. He twitches inside, and you greedily swallow everything Jungkook pours down your throat. He moans heavily and stops after a few more thrusts.

The pressure of his hand eases on your hair, and a moment later he pulls his softened cock out of you. You wipe your mouth with your finger, dipping your fingers into your mouth to make sure you don't miss a drop. Jungkook laughs with satisfaction and breathes heavily. His abs are clearly visible when he holds his breath to catch his breath.

"That was so good, baby." - Jungkook compliments you. He pulls to kiss you.

His tongue can enter your mouth without any obstacles. He can taste the menthol and his cum on your tongue. Jungkook kisses you greedily, his fingers clenching your jaw. When you both need air, he pulls away, but bites your lower lip one last time.

"I'm glad you liked it." - You say. Jungkook lifts you up, grabbing your hand. He dips his hand into your shorts and squeezes your buttocks, pulling you close.

"You have to have fun too. So choose either my cock or my tongue." - He offers you. It's hard to make a choice, you like his oral sex skills, but it's even harder to give up his cock. Jungkook kisses you while you make your decision, leaving you without clothes on. When you feel the air enveloping your skin, you pull away from Jungkook's mouth.

"Please fuck me, my love." - You ask, emphasizing the last word. You remember how much Jungkook liked it when you called him that. He breaks into a smile, leading you to the bed.

He lays you down on it, making you comfortable on the pillows. The sight of your exposed cunt and spread legs inviting him to fuck you instantly excites him so that he is hard again.

He makes himself comfortable between your legs, pressing his cock against your entrance. He touches your clit with his fingers, rubbing it to increase your desire. You sigh heavily as he presses with his cock and starts to plunge into you.

The pressure on the walls is pleasant and not painful at all. Jungkook takes his hand off your clit and pulls up the top of your pajamas to see your breasts. He plunges into you all the way and turns to adjust to your body.

He leans down to your chest and kisses the other breast that was neglected today. He swirls his tongue around, pressing pleasantly on your nipple. He continues kissing your breast, squeezing the flesh with his hand and start to move. The friction immediately gives you bliss. His cock inside you is always feeling like euphoria.

You feel slightly dizzy as he intense his movements and deepens his thrusts. He leans against your body as much as possible, so that he can go deeper into you, reaching the edges of your uterus.

You wrap your arms around his neck, scratching his skin a little as he finds the spot that gives you the most pleasure. Jungkook kisses you hard, sometimes biting your plump lips.

"Is that good?" - He wheezes as he drives his cock into you.

"Divine." - You breathe out. Your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are drawn together. You feel so good. Your orgasm builds with every thrust of Jungkook's hips. He hits your G-spot. But you need to warn Jungkook that you're not on the pill. He mustn't cum inside you again.

"Kook..." - You call out to him. You open your eyes and see beads of sweat covering his face.

"Are you coming soon, love?" - He asks. You are definitely on the verge of orgasm. The friction of his cock against your walls drives you into a frenzy.

"Yes, but..." - You don't get a chance to speak because Jungkook increases his pace just enough to bring you to a wave of bliss. Your walls clench around his cock and you come with a long moan. It doesn't take long for Jungkook to reach his high either. In a moment, he comes in your vagina.

Jungkook stops when he stops jerking inside you completely. You lick your dry lips and open your eyes, but you have to close them almost immediately because Jungkook is kissing you.

Jungkook kisses you with such tenderness that your heart momentarily forgets about your anxiety. His breathing is still heavy, his warm breath enveloping your face. He pulls away from your lips and touches your forehead, looking directly into your eyes.

"You're just incredible." - He whispers softly, smoothing your hair with his palm. But instead of feeling calm, you realize that the words you were trying to say earlier have remained unspoken.

"Kook..." - You begin, gently touching his shoulder. He looks up, slightly surprised by the change in your tone. "I... I don't take birth control pills. I haven't taken them since we broke up." - His eyes widen, and you can read a slight concern in them. He leans closer, his face taking on a serious expression.

"Are you... serious? Why did you stop take them? You should have kept going." - Jungkook says. You just nod silently, feeling a sea of emotions stirring inside you.

"I tried to tell you, but you..." - You smile slightly.

"Well, it doesn't mean you'll get pregnant right away. You must go pee. Later we'll go to the pharmacy to get some medicine." - Jungkook reassures you. You nod in agreement.

"Okay. But maybe you shouldn't come inside me so often. Maybe we should use condoms sometimes?" - You suggest. Jungkook is still inside you. You move your legs so they stop shaking. Jungkook leans over and speaks with authority, unhappy with your suggestion.

"I don't want to wear a condom because I want to feel you. It's your fault for letting me do it so early." - His voice is soft but firm. You roll your eyes a little, trying not to give in to the emotions he's stirring up.

"Hey, I let you because I wanted to feel you too. But I didn't think you'd come inside me all the time. Any contraception does not guarantee a hundred percent result. It's risky. We can't always do this. But if you're so persistent, then you have to be prepared for the consequences." - You say. Jungkook looks at you, and his lips stretch into a slight, almost cocky smile.

"I am ready for any consequences that include you. But I'm not ready to give up feeling you for who you are." - He says and finally pulls out of you. Jungkook lies down next to you, pulling you into his arms and covers you both with a blanket.

Your cheeks start to burn, but you pretend to stay calm.

"You sound like you want me to get pregnant with you." - You assume, lifting your head to see his face. His smile grows wider, and he leans in slightly to kiss you on the lips.

"You think? If it's baby from you, I don't mind." - Jungkook says.

"Jungkook, don't talk like that! We're not ready for that kind of thing yet." - You gasp and jokingly hit him on the shoulder.

"Who says I'm not ready?" - His tone is gentler, but you can sense that there's more to his words. You raise an eyebrow, looking at him with a slight smile.

"I don't think we're in the right place to have kids." - You say carefully. "Let's hurry to the pharmacy and get some breakfast. I'm so hungry." - You suggest, sitting down. Jungkook hums and tilts his head slightly as he watches you fix your hair and reach for the blanket to cover yourself. His gaze slides down your body, and he smiles, barely able to contain his pleasure.

"You're hungry, you say? I thought you got everything you wanted." - He jokes, referring to your recent sex.

You blush and throw a pillow at him.

"You fool! I meant the food, not that!" - Jungkook catches the pillow and laughs, leaning closer to kiss your forehead again.

"Okay, okay, food is food. But I definitely don't mind repeating what happened before. You're driving me crazy." - He confesses. God, this man. He is your undoing. You smile slyly, answering with a playful tone.

"Well, you'd better be careful, or you'll drive me to a hungry faint." - You say. He gets up from the bed and reaches for his boxers, keeping his eyes on you.

"God forbid. I don't want you to complain to me that I left you without energy. So let's go take a shower, and let's go have breakfast." - Jungkook says. You stand up with a smile, tying your robe around your waist.

"You're right. If I don't eat in half an hour, I'll eat your brains with a teaspoon." - You joke. Jungkook smiles, turning you around and kissing you softly on the neck.

"Your hungry soul is my responsibility. Now let's go before you start threatening me even more." - You both shower, get dressed, and within a few minutes you're out of the apartment holding hands, ready to spend the morning together.

Jungkook's Mercedes crosses the Yeongsan Bridge, which offers a wide view of the Han River. The sun had already risen and was gently caressing your face from one side. The cabin was silent, diluted only by the soft sound of the engine and the music from the radio.

You sat leaning on the armrest, watching the sun's rays reflect off the metal structures of the bridge. But this picture awakened an unpleasant memory.

Your heart clenched at the flash of memory: that terrible night when you had a fight with Jungkook and were kidnapped on this very bridge. Cold, fear, screams, and a sense of hopelessness filled your mind. It was a terrible ending to the old year and an even worse beginning to the new.

You blinked hard, trying to drive these thoughts away, and turned your gaze to the sun. It was rising above the horizon, promising a new day and perhaps new opportunities. You felt warm and calm in the car, as if this journey was erasing your worries. And despite all the horror and suffering you had experienced in the first month of the new year, you were now with Jungkook and you were not going to part with him again.

Jungkook, silent, looked from the road to your face. He reached out and gently touched your thigh. You looked down at his hand and did not hesitate to cover it with your own. Your fingers intertwined with his, and Jungkook squeezed them tightly, as if to say: "I'm here for you. You don't have to be afraid of anything."

You smiled and tilted your head, touching his shoulder. Then you suddenly remembered that you hadn't taken the pills you had bought before the trip. Pulling out a bottle of water and a blister, you quickly swallowed the emergency contraceptive, and Jungkook noticed and gave you a sly look.

"I guess you didn't have to do that." - He says, holding back a half-smile. You freeze with the bottle by your mouth and look at him angrily, raising an eyebrow.

"You mean you don't have to? Drink the medicine or something?" - You clarify. Jungkook looks in the side mirrors to overtake the car in front of him. You wait patiently for his answer.

"Yeah. You know, I wouldn't mind becoming a father this year." - He replies. Jungkook's voice was casual, but he had that mischievous glint in his eye. Your heart skipped a beat, the thought of Jungkook getting you pregnant, made you terrified and excited at the same time. You can't get pregnant, not now. Because you're still studying, your parents don't know about your relationship, and after all, Jungkook is a member of the mafia and his life is troubled. It's not a good time to get pregnant.

"Jungkook!" - You shouted, punching his shoulder. "Never joke about such things. It's like joking about the police or fines. So don't do it again!" - You finish by pointing your finger at Jungkook's face. He laughs gutturally.

"Come on, baby, it was just a joke. But I'm not against fatherhood." - Jungkook said. You snort in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Which fatherhood? Our parents don't even know we're dating." - You said. Jungkook looked at you.

"Is that a problem? Let's tell them." - He suggests in a completely casual voice. You turn your head sharply at him.

"Tell them?" - You ask again, as if you thought he wasn’t suggesting it.

"Yes." - He confirms his words. "We'll say you're pregnant so we can get married." - Jungkook says seriously, and you freeze with your mouth open. But when he starts laughing, you can't help but poke him in the shoulder angrily.

"Are you crazy? Why are you talking like that? I told you not to joke about it!!!" - You almost shout. Jungkook is amused by your anger. But to be honest, what he said sounded so intriguing.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again." - Jungkook was protecting himself of your beatings. You stopped hitting him when he assured you. "But I'm serious, let's tell them. How about we go to their place for the weekend?" - He suggests. You breathe heavily, irritated by his behavior. But your boyfriend's serious tone and suggestion calms you down.

"That sounds good. Will you have a free weekend?" - You ask, but your voice is still a little sharp.

"Yes. Besides, I promised my mom I'd come back after the new year." - Jungkook confirms. You relax, and think you like his offer. It will be a great relief to finally tell your and his parents about your relationship. Because your friends seem to know you're dating anyway.

Jungkook parks the car in front of the elegant “Noir Brunch” sign, which stands out unobtrusively among the architecture of the not-so-wide street in Itaewon.

The café looks restrained but statusy: dark wood doors, gold accents on the sign, soft light coming through the large windows, which are covered with heavy velvet curtains. Morning silence reigns around, with only a light rustle of wind adding a sense of mystery.

"I think you'll like this place. They say it has the best French toast in town." - Jungkook says, turning to you and smiling.

You go inside, and the atmosphere of the cafe immediately envelops you in comfort. The interior is decorated with dark leather sofas, polished wood tables, dim light from pendant lamps, and a light aroma of coffee mixed with hints of cinnamon. Black-and-white photographs and noir-style posters line the walls.

The hostess, a tall man in an impeccable suit, greets you with a polite smile and gestures for you to follow him. You don't notice that before you are led to a table, Jungkook waves at the hostess to not emphasize his presence. But you weren't so dumb as to notice the word “Noir” in the name of the cafe and draw parallels, realizing that this is one of the establishments owned by Namjoon.

You are led to a table by a panoramic window. The soft sofa perfectly supports your back, creating a feeling of comfort. Junguk sits down next to you, clearly not wanting to be far away from you. You open the menu to place your order. The waiter who came to your table a moment ago. A young guy, about your age. He greets you and is ready to write down your order.

You order two croissants for yourself, opting out of French toast when you see the menu with an assortment of croissants that you love. You choose a salty croissant with ricotta and truffle oil and a chocolate croissant with butter. You also ordered a large cappuccino. Jungkook ordered eggs benedict with smoked salmon. To go with his cappuccino, he orders chocolate French toast, which you read is on the menu, served with ice cream and chocolate mousse pieces. Jungkook loves chocolate, and having known him for so long, you're not surprised at all by his choice of dessert.

While you wait for your order, you relax on the couch. Your head leans back and you look around.

The cafe is crowded. The waiters are in a hurry to bring out their orders. People occupy almost every table. It seems to be an elegant audience, those who like quiet conversations and classic aesthetics. This place is popular, it is immediately clear.

In one corner, you notice a couple talking with cautious smiles, sometimes casting glances at each other that betray hidden passion. Your eyes involuntarily return to Jungkook, who is sitting next to them. He is typing a message to someone.

You look at his handsome face and feel butterflies in your stomach. All your insides are fluttering at the thought of telling your parents about your relationship. You think they'll be happy, but you're still nervous for some reason.

Jungkook feels eyes on him and turns to look up at you. You don't have time to look away, thinking about your own and are instantly caught red-handed. You smile innocently, and Jungkook squints his eyes suspiciously.

"Doing it again? Admiring me?" - He asks playfully. So that's exactly what you were doing.

"I was trying to figure out if that's a new mole on your face or not." - You lie, so he won't know that you were really admiring him. Jungkook bursts out laughing. You find yourself smiling after him.

"Why are you such a little liar, baby?" - Jungkook asks you as he approaches you dangerously. He touches his nose to your jaw, running it along. You immediately shiver. Your pulse quickens, but you try to remain calm, even though you feel all the changed details of the world around you in his proximity.

"What are you doing? You shouldn't do that in public..." - You say. Jungkook kisses your earlobe and you flinch. He puts his hand on your thigh, which is not visible at the table. He moves his hand to your fly. You immediately grab his hand, not letting him continue. Jungkook pulls away from your earlobe and whispers, burning your skin.

"I want everyone to see that you're mine." - He says. You turn your head to him, and your lips are separated by a couple of centimeters. Jungkook's eyes fall to your lips and he literally holds on with his last strength not to kiss you.

"Why would you show this to anyone?" - You ask, lowering your voice. He becomes seductive.

"I don't know. I want all the assholes who look at you to see that they don't have a chance." - He replies, looking at your lips again. You laugh softly.

"What assholes? No one was looking at me when we walked in here." - You say.

"You just didn't pay attention. But I saw everything" - Jungkook tells you. You raise your eyebrows and pinch the corner of your mouth.

"Your jealousy is a turn-on." - You say. Jungkook laughs out loud. He takes your chin with his index finger and thumb and squeezes it lightly.

"Careful what you say, love. Don't make me drag you to the car to fuck your tight pussy for the second time tonight." - He says low. Now you're definitely turned on. How can Junguk influence you so easily? You smile, holding back your excitement, even though the throbbing between your legs has been there for a long time.

Jungkook kisses your lips anyway. He even pushes his tongue into your mouth, intertwining his own with yours. You can barely contain your moaning into his mouth and are nervous that you are sitting in a cafe and might be made fun of. They're not going to do that, are they?

Jungkook pulls away faster than you thought. He smiles right into your lips and then lets go, sitting up straight. He sniffles through his nose.

Just a moment later, a waiter comes to your table and brings your order. You overcome the hurricane that Jungkook's kiss has been building in your midsection and start eating. Only when the food is in front of your eyes do you really realize how hungry you are.

You take a sip of coffee, unable to resist its enticing aroma.

You hear your phone vibrate and see a message from Doohoon. Last night and this morning you experienced so many emotions that it feels like a lifetime. And you have completely forgotten about Doohoon.

You cast a cautious glance at Jungkook. He nonchalantly puts a piece of salmon in his mouth and checks his phone. You pick up yours and open the message.

10.01 AM | Doohoon: Good morning candy 😉 I'm picking you up around 8pm tonight. You promised we'd have dinner. Of course I won't accept any excuses. Even if the world ends, we will go to dinner with you 🙃

You immediately frown and unconsciously click your tongue. You really promised him. While reading the message, you didn't notice that Jungkook was looking at you the whole time. He noticed that someone had written to you. He sees your expression and tenses up. Is it easy to guess who wrote to you?

"Is something wrong, baby?" - Jungkook asks while chewing. You put the phone down as if to hide it, but you're not going to hide anything. You take a deep breath and put the phone down on the table.

"No." - You say short. Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off you, because he sees that you're going to keep talking. You take another sip of coffee and then speak. "When we weren't talking, Doohoon was always there for me. Then when he saved me in the warehouse...." - Jungkook grunted when he hears you say that he saved you. You raise your eyebrows and look at him with a question.

"It's okay, go ahead." - Jungkook tells you quickly.

"What did I say that was funny?" - You clarify.

"Just keep saying what you wanted to say. Later I'll tell you why I did it." - Jungkook replies. You look unhappy for a moment and then continue.

"Since then, he's been around me all the time, bothering me." - You continue. You don't notice how nervous Jungkook is. He looks down at his plate and continues eating. "He wants to be a friends. Of course, I didn't accept his friendship, but he didn't listen to me. By the way, he helped me find an apartment. Yesterday, he pressed me and invited me to dinner..." - Jungkook turns his head sharply to you, and he doesn't look annoyed, but he very much is. His eyebrows fly up, and he waits for you to continue. You look at your boyfriend awkwardly, and you really want to ask him what you should do. "That was before you came. So don't even look at me like that." - You say, feeling Jungkook's tension.

"How do I look at you?" - Jungkook wonders, smiling.

"As if I want to go with him." - You reply, offended.

"Do you?" - Jungkook asks. You glare at him fiercely. What kind of stupid question is that?

"Obviously not. But I've made many excuses. Today he wrote and said he doesn't accept excuses anymore. I don't know what to do..." - You say, asking Jungkook to tell you. But he doesn't say anything. He just smiles and goes back to eating breakfast. You stare at him in confusion. He should be throwing a tantrum, telling you that you shouldn't hang out with this bastard, but he's indifferently chewing on his smoked salmon.

You turn back to your plate and want to start eating breakfast, but you're annoyed that Jungkook hasn't said anything to you. You pick up the ricotta’s croissant and then throw it back on the plate.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" - You don't hold back.

"What am I supposed to say?" - He asks without turning to you. "Should I give you advice to have a dinner with him or not?" - Jungkook does turn to you. You are breathing nervously.

"At least. Because seems you don't care if I go to dinner with him or not." - You state. Jungkook throws his fork on the plate. It doesn't fall hard, but the sound of the impact is loud enough. Jungkook leans toward you, lowering his voice.

"What makes you think I don't care? You are a self-sufficient person and you have to make your own decision. I don't want to influence you." - Jungkook explains. You soften after hearing his words, but you're still not satisfied for some reason.

"I was expecting you to forbid me, as you always do. And then you suddenly thought I could make my own decisions." - You sneer. Jungkook quickly rolls her eyes, and you notice.

"I've always remembered that. Don't think that if Doohoon 'saved' you..." - He puts the word 'saved' in quotes and continues. "That he's no standing dangerous for you." - You analyze Jungkook's words, and something disturbing comes to mind. You remember how Doohoon threatened to show you his "true face" in the car and realize that Jungkook is probably right. Of course, you won't tell your boyfriend about it.

"If he's dangerous, even though I still don't understand why, should I don’t go to dinner with him?" - You ask. Jungkook is nervous, darts his eyes between yours and looks away.

"Whatever you want." - He says. You exhale nervously. You remain silent, going back to your food. You taste your croissant, and for some reason you don't like it. Jungkook finishes his egg and moves on to the chocolate toast. You see that he is still tense.

"I don't want to go. I really don't want to go." - You say sincerely and desperately, breaking the heavy silence between you. Jungkook looks at you and there is something warm and familiar in his eyes. He smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

"Then don't go." - He suggests. But you realize that you need to meet Doohoon. You need to tell him that you've made up with Jungkook and maybe beg him to leave you alone.

"He's not going to leave me alone, I just thought..." - You want to tell Jungkook what you think about talking nicely, but he interrupts.

"Should I kill him? So he'll leave you alone and you won't have to worry?" - Jungkook suggests. You instantly freeze. He doesn't sound like he's joking.

"No. Jungkook! I'm serious, let's not joke!" - You say. Jungkook looks you in the eye seriously.

"You think I'm joking now?" - He raises one eyebrow.

"Jungkook!!!" - You hiss. "You don't have to kill anyone. I wanted to tell you that maybe we should do the opposite."

"What do we mean the opposite?" - Jungkook doesn't understand.

"I mean, maybe we should explain everything to him in a nice way, and then he will realize that he has no chance and maybe he will calm down?" - You finish your thought. Jungkook presses his lips together in displeasure. You look at his mole under his lip, which immediately catches your attention.

"You can try. But I don't think it will work." - Jungkook says honestly.

"It's worth a try. I believe I can do it. I'll explain everything to him, tell him I love you, and no matter what he does, I'll not be able to reciprocate." - You say softly. Jungkook takes your hand in his and kisses your palm. He's happy to hear that you love him, but he doesn't like your idea.

"I don't know, baby. I wouldn't want you to go, but if you think you need to talk to them, then do it." - Jungkook supports your decision, like it or not. Now you are completely satisfied with his decision.

It is cool and damp outside. The sun has long since set, and you don't know where the fog came from, hiding the tops of the high-rise buildings in a thick sheet.

A gray Volvo parked nearby your driveway immediately catches your eye. You take a deep breath and exhale and open the car door with determination.

Doohoon greets you with a tired smile. You sit down next to him on the seat and smile back at him.

"Hi, candy." - He greets you and moves from his seat, looking you up and down. You were wearing simple black jeans with many pockets and a burgundy short jacket. You had a long, high ponytail tied back on your head.

"Hi." - You say briefly. You stare at the road in front of you, ignoring the view of Doohoon.

"How are you?" - He asks shortly. You tense up at his soft voice.

"Fine. How are you?" - You ask out of politeness.

"Seeing you made me feel better. I have a lot of work to do right now. A little overwhelmed to be honest." - Doohoon replies, and you tense up even more. Your shoulders are aching with tension.

"Let's go to Sambaek House, a restaurant a block away. I want samgyopsal, I haven't had it in so long." - You suggest, ignoring Doohoon's words. He purses his lips.

"I thought we were going to go to a European restaurant. You are a fan of it. I even made a reservation." - He sounds a little disappointed.

"But I'm not dressed for a restaurant at all. I wrote you that I was at the university and I don’t have a time to got dressed just before you arrived. And besides, I'm dying to eat some roast pork." - You're lying. In fact, you've been home all day after you and Jungkook had breakfast and he had to leave for business. You also chose the restaurant where you wanted to eat pork for a reason. It was a very popular place in Guro-gu, the neighborhood where you live now. It was crowded and close to your home. The perfect place for you to talk to Doohoon.

Doohoon changes the route. He realizes that if he doesn't listen to you, you will feel uncomfortable. So he agrees.

"Okay, candy, your wish is law."

You arrive quickly because it's literally just down the street. You barely find an open table and make yourself comfortable. You order two large portions of rice, plates of raw meat-marinated and unmarinated, kimchi, binnamul (soybean sprouts), and pickled radish. And of course, lettuce and sesame seeds, without which any samgyopsal is not as tasty. Finally, you order a bottle of beer and glasses of soju.

You don't wait long. In just a minute, you're served meat, rice, and Korean salads. You start eating kimchi with rice, and Doohoon starts grilling the meat. He's dressed up and looks like a real drama guy, so the looks of the half-drunk girls who come to this restaurant after work are too frank to ignore. But he does. Because he's only interested in you.

You have a small talk and you feel awkward. You haven't really spent much time with Doohoon since he showed up before the new year. Before that, you hadn't spoken to him in three years, and he was the second person you didn't want to get to know. Doohoon, on the other hand, craved your attention and wanted to know everything about you, but you skillfully hid everything from him. Of course, not taking into account the facts that he learned about you without your knowledge. In short, he knew everything about you, and you thought he knew nothing.

After eating a little and drinking one glass of beer with the roast pork, you finally decided to talk to Doohoon about why you agreed to come to this dinner. You took a sip of the beer Doohoon poured you and cleared your throat.

"Doohoon, there's something I really wanted to talk to you about." - You say softly. Doohoon looks up at you as he continues to grill the pork. He looks at you for a long few seconds, wondering what you'd like to talk about, and finally answers.

"Yes, candy. I'm listening to you." - He says, shouting a little over the meat's sizzling and the voices around him. You shift in your chair, not knowing why you're nervous. You shouldn't be afraid to tell Doohoon about you and Jungkook.

"I made up with Jungkook." - You start. You don't expect Doohoon to drop the tongs for meat. The metal hitting the grill makes you flinch. Doohoon almost instantly picks them up and leans closer.

"I'm sorry, they just slipped out of my hands. I didn't hear what you said, repeat it. People are talking so loud." - He's lying. In fact, he did hear what you said. He just can't get his ears to stop banging. He has to make sure you said what he heard first. You smile nervously and repeat.

"I made up with Jungkook. I realized that I love him and I can't live without him. So I accept him as he is." - You pause briefly and continue. "I'm sorry about this, but Doohoon it’s the main reason I won't be able to respond to your feelings. So please forgive me, and don't misunderstand me. I love Jungkook and he loves me. We are dating. Knowing how bad your relationship is, I don't want you to continue to fight because of me, so I think it's only logical that we don't have to communicate anymore." - You finally finish your thought. Doohoon, who had been grilling the meat the whole time and not looking at you, put down his chopsticks and took a drink of beer. He looked up at you and smiled.

"How long ago did you make up?" - He asked. You stared intently into his face. He definitely didn't know that you made up with Jungkook because he was surprised.

"Yesterday. It happened yesterday." - You admit. Doohoon nods his head and purses his lips.

"So you accept who he is because you love him?" - Doohoon clarifies for himself. You can hear your heart beating fast in your chest. You shouldn't be nervous, but for some reason you are, and you can't figure out why.

"Yes. I love him." - You say, unable to hold back a slight smile.

These words are like the sharpest knife for Doohoon, cutting his heart in half. He boils in the middle, but remains completely calm. Doohoon takes a few more sips of beer, longer ones, and puts the glass on the table.

You've upset him. You pissed him off. You fucking pissed him off. He's furious on and wants to just smash this table, this restaurant, and the whole world for being you so stupid and in love with Jungkook.

He tried his best to make Jungkook look bad to you, but you're blind. You don't see what Doohoon sees. And he sees Jungkook's true face, and it's a clear, vile, dangerous creature who doesn't deserve to touch you, let alone be around you.

You deserve better than that. You deserve stability, protection, peace. You deserve it. And instead you choose... this. His blood boils at the thought.

He scans your face in silence, your smile that you don't even try to hide when you talk about that bastard. Doohoon knows that if he lets his emotions run wild now, everything will go to hell. So he just picks up the tongs again, tosses the meat on the grill, and pretends to listen to you calmly.

"I understand you." - He finally says. "And I will respect your choice. But I have a request for you. A small one." - He clarifies. And you tense up again because you're afraid you can't fulfill this request.

"What is it?" - You ask cautiously.

"I don't want to stop being your friend. You know our history of friendship is also very long. So I'm asking you to let me write to you sometimes to see how you are doing. And sometimes we can meet to just eat together, like today." - Doohoon asks you, smiling, so that you can be sure of his "good" intentions. But you don't answer right away. You look at him distantly. As usual, you can't believe him right away. But soon your trust will not matter because you will be his anyway. Whether you want to be or not.

"I don't know, Doohoon. I don't want to hide anything from Jungkook. So let me discuss it with him and I let you know." - you say. Doohoon laughs in frustration.

"Then it's doomed to fail right away." - He says, as he piles more meat on your plate.

"You think?" - You ask.

"He obviously hates me. Have you forgotten when he put a gun to my head?" - Doohoon says as if by accident. And you instantly freeze. Your fingers grip the chopsticks a little harder than necessary.

Memories of that moment pierce through you, making your heart beat loudly. You remember that day. How everything turned to chaos.

"I remember, but he wasn't himself then..." - You try to justify Jungkook. You're interrupted by Doohoon.

"Candy, there's no point in saying whether he was himself or not. It's a fact that he's a gangster and you're the only one who has to live with it, because you chose him. If you manage to convince him that I'm just a friend and I want you to be okay, I'll be happy. If not, then that's the way it will be." - Doohoon says. You look at him and something unpleasant settles in your heart. You don't want Doohoon in your life, and that's a fact. But in order to appease him, to make him less of a nuisance, you must now try to persuade Jungkook.

Doohoon puts the meat on the grill again, turning the conversation to something mundane. He realizes that there's only one way to win you over, and that's to destroy Jungkook. But he has to think carefully about how to do it. He has to come up with a new, more effective plan. And now he won't be acting through you, but through Namjoon, who won't forgive him so easily like you did.

Doohoon looks at you as you tell him about the topic of your thesis, but his thoughts are far from reality.

"You have no idea how close I am to changing everything." - He thinks. You smile, and he stares into your face, mesmerized. Jungkook doesn't deserve you. That's why you have to be his. You're the reason for Doohoon’s existence.

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hexologh · 7 months ago

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ΉΣX — “ If dangerous why friend shaped? ”

BY : HEXOLOGH

Sun Wukong, Six-eared Macaque, Azure, Tusk and Peng reacting to you telling them your a Pixiu.

(Pixiu is a mythical hybrid creature with the body of a lion, the head of a dragon, and wings.)

˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🌟🐵 ₊˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆:

So that's why you karate-chopped him into a mountain when he tried to scare you for a prank. Makes so much sense now.

You’re casually like, "Yeah, I’m a Pixiu." And he’s just staring at you with a blank expression, still processing the fact that you broke four of his ribs with one slap, and you barely even noticed.

“I mean... not everyone gets smacked through a mountain on their first date... But hey, no biggie, right?!”

He’s laughing nervously while secretly holding his ribs.

But, plot twist, this only makes him like you more. Wukong is head over heels for how badass you are. In fact, being a Pixiu just cranks up the dial on his simping by 1000%. Expect an endless stream of over-the-top, cheesy pick-up lines.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“Are you saying I’m Satan?”

“Uh—😨… no?”

Oh, but wait, it gets better. The minute you start doubting your horns, wings, or tail, Wukong is on you like a PR campaign. He’s already giving you a pep talk while admiring every single feature.

“You’re telling me you don’t think your horns are gorgeous? Horton hears a lying ass bi—”

If you try to hide your wings, he’s instantly pouting. He’ll say stuff like, “But they’re so cool! Why would you hide those?!” He’s so fascinated by all your Pixiu traits that his eyes start sparkling like a fanboy.

If you keep them visible, though? Oh, he cannot stop staring. His tail’s wagging, legs swinging, head resting on his hands while his eyes follow your wings around like he’s hypnotized. It’s borderline embarrassing.

One time you caught him just absentmindedly trying to groom your tail like it’s his. He immediately stopped, awkwardly laughing, “Uh, force of habit?” Sure, Wukong.

He's so interested about your stories since your older than him—Wait...You have a criminal history..?

Oh!

....

Hey..

A...Answer the question....

..HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOI—

˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 💜🙉 ₊˚ 𝐒𝐈𝐗-𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄 :

He’s surprised, but at the same time, not really? I mean, let’s be real. The first time the two of you met, you elbowed him so hard that his head made a crater in the ground.

“Wait—you’re a Pixiu?” Macaque says, blinking.

“Yeah. What did you think I was?”

“I mean, I knew you weren’t normal, but a Pixiu? That explains the permanent dent you left in my skull.”

Not that he's complaining. In fact, even though you introduced yourself by nearly decapitating him, it might be the closest thing to a love story he’s ever had. Macaque is the type of emotionally-damaged guy who equates physical damage with affection. Yeah, he’s a mess.

Poor monkey, lettuce pray for him 🙏🏼.

What really makes him melt, though? Your tail. If you two ever sit close, Macaque will wrap his tail around yours, and it’s the cutest thing ever. It’s so natural for him to do it, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until you do.

“Uh… Macaque? Your tail.”

He glances down, sees them tangled together, and casually says, “Oh. Right. My bad…”

You raised an eyebrow.

“…Or maybe it’s not.”

He tries to play it cool, but deep down, he lives for that tiny connection. His love language is physical touch and acts of kinda violent service, so expect him to drag you into playful sparring matches constantly.

Fighting with you helps him relax. You both get to blow off steam, even if he limps away with a broken leg afterward. “So worth it,” he grumbles, giving you a smug grin through his bruises.

“Oh? You’re still standing? Guess I went easy on you.”

“You’re on crutches, Macaque.”

“Details.”

One of his favorite things is getting to ask you for wisdom since you’re older and wiser. Sometimes it’s serious, and other times… it’s not.

“So, what should I do if someone’s annoying me?”

“Punch them in the throat.”

“Good advice.”

But when it comes to your temper? He learned his lesson the hard way—when you punched a deity into the stratosphere for joking about hurting his feelings. Never again.

Since then, he makes absolutely sure you’re happy. He knows not to even joke about upsetting you, because if you get mad? That’s a one-way ticket to Oblivion.

Never again ....

˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🫐🦁 ₊˚ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍:

He perks up immediately when you tell him you’re a Pixiu. It’s like his lion brain short-circuits for a moment—eyes wide, jaw slightly dropped. Then, he gives you that noble, dignified smile he’s known for.

“Oh really? That’s exciting! I’ve read about your kind, but to meet one…”

You know he’s about to start gushing.

He’s not just curious—he’s obsessed. You’re a rare being, and Azure is the kind of guy who appreciates rare and powerful things. He’s practically asking for a Pixiu 101 crash course.

“Tell me everything—do you guard treasures? Can you summon storms? How many mountain ranges can you break in half?”

You blinks slowly with a neutral expression, “I mean, I once broke a boulder with my face.”

Azure is swooning, “Magnificent..”

If you ever feel self-conscious about your wings, tail, or horns, don’t. He treats them like royal artifacts. He might even get you a personalized grooming set for your horns. He's noble but extra.

Azure’s #1 Rule: Never let anyone disrespect you. If someone so much as looks at you funny, he’s already plotting their demise. "They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you."

“Azure, calm down—”

“I am calm.”

—Says Azure, who is ready to wage war.

He’s also super down for showing off his own lion mane in exchange for some wing flexing. "Let me know if you need help grooming your wings. I am, after all, quite experienced with luxurious hair."

˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🎗️🐘 ₊˚ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐊

When you drop the Pixiu bomb, Yellowtusk doesn’t react in a flashy way. He’s the most chill out of the bunch. He’ll nod thoughtfully, like he’s piecing together a puzzle that suddenly makes sense.

“So that explains how you broke that solid gold staff with one hand.”

“Wait, you noticed that?”

Tusk; casually sipping tea, “Of course. It was a decent staff too.”

He doesn’t say much, but you can tell he’s quietly impressed. He may not get all up in your business like the others, but when you two are alone, he’s soft.

He’ll sit with you in silence, enjoying the peace—because really, he’s not about the chaos the others tend to bring. Plus, he loves listening to your stories about ancient times, nodding here and there, occasionally offering a small smile.

If your wings ever get tired, he’ll immediately notice and offer a massage with zero hesitation, “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?”

He’ll never say it, but he lowkey loves it when you flex your strength—especially when it comes to defending him or others. But when you do, he’ll just give you a simple, understated compliment.

“Impressive. As usual.”

˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🏅🪽 ₊˚ 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐆:

Peng nearly drops his weapon when you casually tell him you’re a Pixiu. His initial reaction? A tsundere mess.

“Hmph, so what if you’re a Pixiu? Not like it’s a big deal,” he says, crossing his arms and looking away with a dramatic huff. His face is 90% red though.

But underneath that "I don’t care" exterior, you know he’s mentally screaming. You just became 10x cooler in his eyes, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He’ll act like he’s not impressed, but you’ll catch him sneaking glances at your wings, especially when you stretch them out.

“Hey, stop staring.”

“I-I’m not staring! Why would I stare at you?!”

If you fight together, Peng gets super excited, pushing you to unleash your full power.

“I bet you can’t even keep up with me,” he teases. But deep down, he’s hoping you obliterate whatever enemy you’re facing in the most brutal, glorious way possible. When you absolutely wreck shop, he’ll just smirk and say, “I knew you had it in you.”

But if anyone else even thinks about crossing you, Peng’s temper flares.

“What did you just say about them?!”

You might be a Pixiu, but Peng still sees himself as the one who needs to protect you. Not that you need protecting, but it’s cute seeing him get so worked up about it. He’s the type to yell at your enemies while you’ve already knocked them out.

He'll also make snarky comments but immediately regret it when you flash your fangs at him.

“You’re terrifying,” he says with a blush.

“You like it.”

He turns away with an awkward cough.

"S-shut up."

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cairoblair · 24 days ago

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Hi there friend!

I’m loving the fics and headcanons coming out for the boys!

Could I get some (lengthy maybe) for the boys having nightmares, or their s/o having nightmares? I love me some angst/comfort!

Thank youuuuu 💜

hi friend!! angst is my middle name. coming right up disclaimer: i rarely, if ever, write from the second person POV, so this may be a little scattered. it's a wip

Rafayel

You shot up in bed, chest heaving and skin sticky with a thin layer of sweat. The nightmares never seemed to just let you rest peacefully. They were a curse, really - one that never let up. Rafayel stirred beside you, your missing warmth beside him causing his eyes to flutter open. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice quiet and groggy as he leaned up. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah," You respond. You tried your best to sound unbothered, but the way your tone wavered told a different story. "Just a nightmare. You can go back to sleep." "Without you? Yeah, right," Rafayel hummed as he fully sat up next to you, his gaze fixed on the side of your face. You hadn't realized it, but a few tears must have managed to escape while you were still sleeping. Your cheeks were flushed and damp, and even in the darkness of the room, the way your eyes glistened was noticeable. Deciding against pressing you to explain, Rafayel simply wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and pressing his lips to your temple. "You're okay," He whispered into your hair. "Nothing bad is going to happen. You're safe here. I've got you." That was all it took for the tears to start flowing again. You couldn't hold them back if you tried. Rafayel pulled your head to his chest, leaning back to lay both of you down once again. His arms only tightened around you as you curled into him. He laid in silence for several minutes, despite the way his heart ached hearing your quiet sobs. He knew he couldn't take your nightmares away, but god, what he wouldn't do to give them all to himself instead. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing, and your quick breaths began to slow. His arms didn't loosen their hold on you, though, and you made no attempt to move away. "Thank you." The words fell from yours lips without a thought, your voice a barely audible whisper. "Anything for you," He replied, placing another kiss to the top of your head. "Sleep, honey. I'm not going anywhere."

Xavier

Nightmares, again. Lately, it seemed like you couldn’t catch a break - or a good night’s sleep. You were stuck in that horrible half-awake, half-asleep zone. Unable to escape the dream, and unable to fully wake up. Beside you, Xavier could feel the mattress shifting under your tossing and turning. Quiet whimpers and quick breaths came from the figure next to him, like a silent cry for help. "Darling," He whispered, tentatively placing a hand on your side. "Wake up. It's just a nightmare." You stirred under his touch, but couldn't bring yourself out of the horrible dream. Its grip on you only seemed to tighten the harder you tried. Xavier's brows furrowed, the gears in his head turning as he tried to figure out a way to help, a way to save you from your own mind. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him until your back pressed against his chest. His other arm slid under your neck, his bicep supporting your head as he attempted to pull you impossibly closer. It was the only remedy he could think of. He could only hope it would be enough. Thankfully, after a few moments, your breathing steadied and your brows began to unfurrow. "You're okay," Xavier hummed into the crook of your neck. "I'm here. Everything's okay." He wasn't sure if you could hear him, but he said it regardless, even if only to offer your soul some peace. Your body seemed to melt into his own, as if it was seeking the warmth only he could provide. "Sleep, darling," He murmured, his arms tightening around you. "You're safe."

Zayne

So much for trying to go to bed early. As if your day hadn't been long enough already. And, just your luck, Zayne wasn't home from the hospital yet. For now, you would have to settle for one of his shirts and the blanket that smelled faintly of his cologne. Some part of you couldn't stand to go back to bed, so you remained curled up in the corner of the couch, legs to your chest and blanket draped over your shoulders. Nearly half an hour had passed of simply sitting in silence when the lock on the front door clicked. It opened just enough for Zayne to slip inside, his gaze landing on you. "Why are you still up?" He asked, his tone calm but laced with a hint of concern. "Nightmare," You answered quietly. "I see." Zayne took off his shoes and coat, leaving them by the front door before making his way over to the couch. He gently nudged you out of the corner, taking the spot himself and pulling you to lean against him. You shifted enough to lay down, your head resting in his lap and your legs still curled up. A quiet hum rose in your throat when his hand moved to your hair, his fingers running through the strands and gently massaging your scalp. "Comfortable?" He asked. You hummed in response, the anxiety in your chest finally beginning to dissipate and your eyes fluttering closed. He didn't move for several minutes. But eventually, he gently lifted your head just enough for him to stand up and slide his arms underneath you. His steps were steady as he carried you towards the bedroom. He knew the drill by now - your nightmares were not a new occurrence. Zayne laid you on the plush mattress, on his side of the bed, though. You always ended up over there anyway. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his gaze lingering on your now peaceful expression for a moment longer than usual. After changing his clothes, he slid in next to you, pulling your head to his chest and keeping an arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Sleep well, my love," He murmured. "I'll be here when you wake."

Sylus

You could only sigh when you looked at the clock. 1:45 AM. Thanks to his nocturnal schedule, Sylus was likely still handling business. You, however, had been working all day, so staying up with him hadn't been an option. Your nightmares had other plans, though. They always managed to put you in a bad mood - some mix of anxiety and dread settling in your chest as you got out of bed. You wandered into the living room, turning on one of the lamps as you scanned the bookshelves full of records. Sylus always put a specific one on when you couldn't sleep, but you couldn't remember the name of it to save you life. Instead of trying to guess, you pulled out your phone, navigating to your messages with him. Which record do you play when I'm trying to sleep? A reply came much faster than you anticipated. You can't sleep? Nightmares again. You sent in response. Three dots appeared, then vanished again. Wait for me. I'll be back in ten. Part of you wanted to assure him you were fine, that he didn't need to rush home to tend to you once again. But, you knew he wouldn't listen. As if on cue, he walked through the door ten minutes later. "You didn't need to come all the way back here," You said as he approached you. "Nonsense," He replied, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your figure. "When have I ever let you deal with these things alone?" Within a few minutes, Sylus had put the record on, the soft classical music cutting through the silence of the bedroom. He climbed into bed, pulling you down until you were laying on top of him. His fingers traced your spine, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as you melted into him. "Thank you for coming home," You said quietly. "I always will," He hummed, his lips pressing a kiss to your hair. "Go back to sleep, sweetie. I'm here."

Caleb

"Stop!" You screamed, your eyes shooting open as you sat up. Your gaze frantically searched your surroundings, but it was only your bedroom. There was no trace of your nightmare, save for the way your heart raced and your breath came in short pants. "Honey," A familiar voice said beside you. Your reaction had clearly woken him up, but his expression held only an immense amount of concern. "What's wrong? What happened?" His hand wrapped around your arm, his eyes searching your face as you tried to calm your nerves. "Just a nightmare," You breathed, burying your face in your hands. Your heart pounded against your ribs, almost like it was trying to escape the confines of your bones. "Come here," Caleb murmured, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You obliged, your legs wrapping around him and your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His arms remained snug around you, one hand rubbing your back and the other at your nape. "You're safe, honey" He soothed. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise." You nodded against his neck. "I know." He tightened his hold on you, pulling your torso firmly against his own as he pressed feather-light kisses to your collarbone. After several long minutes, he finally moved to lay you both down. But he didn't leave any space between you, not when he knew you both didn't want any. "Sleep," Caleb whispered, his fingers gently massaging the back of your neck. "I'll be right here." Your breathing finally began to even out, the faint scent of his cologne pushing any other thoughts to the back of your mind. If there was one thing you could be sure of, it was the fact he'd be attached to your hip the entirety of the following day.

#love and deepspace #lads #lads sylus #lads caleb #lads rafayel #lads xavier #lads zayne

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fashionteahouse · 7 months ago

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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: There’s not enough words to thank all of you for the love and support for the first seven parts of this story! 💜 i heart you all xoxo <<prev >>next

You didn’t care too much about graduation. Leaving the ceremony with your certificate was something you looked forward to. That’s when you felt like your real life would begin. The previous night was rough. Sam suspected a new threat, hearing a long screech. It even woke you out of your slumber with Paul grabbing your face, covering it with kisses and rushing out. In the morning, Paul was still gone. You were glad to see Kim but you weren’t too sure if the feeling was mutual. She still invited you to her graduation dinner.

It was intimate with peers that you and Kim both hung around with, who were in attendance. You still chose the seat next to her but it seemed like she talked to everyone else but you. You choose to pay it no mind. You already know majority of what she’s going through. You decide to text her.

“Are you okay?”

Her phone buzzes but she chooses to ignite up a conversation with the person next to her. You tried to rack your brain of what could be the possible reason she would not talk to you.

After another hour of lounging in her sitting room talking, one person gets up and says, “Im going to go change.” and two people stand up and walk too.

“Hm..” you say out loud. Kim looks over to you. You don’t even say anything and as you’re walking outside, disappointed and upset at the betrayal, Kim calls out to you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“You’re full of shit, Kim.”

“If I would’ve asked then we would’ve had to wait for Paul’s permission just to stay the night.” she says and you walk towards her.

“Kim. Don’t take your mood or whatever problems you have out on me. You didn’t even want to talk to me.”

“I feel like I barely see you anymore. Why can’t it be like how it used to be when we actually would have fun?”

“I’m trying my best Kim. My life is not set up for fun right now.” You try to tell her but she shakes her head as she looks at you.

“Right. Your life is set up for Paul, Y/N.”

“Whatever, Kim.” you say and turn to walk away.

“Rushing to see a boy who didn’t even show up to his imprint’s graduation.” she states.

You whip around, “You’re just jealous. You know nothing. How would you like it if I made remarks about Jared not wanting you?”

“I give up. Seriously. You’re clearly suffering from tunnel vision….You know what? I’m just going to focus on me.” she says projecting her voice. It sung. She was giving up on the friendship that you thought was strong.

“Good for you.” you tell her and choose to not look back.

You felt a type of way, feeling that what she did was unfair to you. She didn’t give you the option to make an opinion. You were going to sit at the beach since it was the perfect weather, but a small celebration seemed to be going on. You stand there for a bit, but you see a very tall cliff.

You walk your way through the woods, thick with leaves, dirt, and fallen branches. Tress began to disappear your figure from civilization. A faint whoosh makes you look up to see nothing. You look to the sides and turn around but still don’t see anything. You focus back onto route, fully convinced that it was just the wind.

A snap of a branch is heard above you. You snap your eyes to a tree above you that was in front of you. You see a person. Or something that looks very close to a person. You just remembered the pale skin, as it moved closer, you’ll never forget the dazzle in their eyes. You couldn’t help but look with your feet stuck to the earth and also wonder how they climbed so high up without you hearing a peep from them. Taking a good look at you, you noticed the amber coloring of their eyes and they take a deep sniff. They then crouch and lean forward in a fluid motion, reminding you of a lion who is after its prey.

Suddenly, you feel a force, you didn’t process yourself in the air until you fell into a pile of leaves. You raise your hands and large scrapes on your hands and inner arm making an appearance. Dirty blood trickles and it burns as you grimace. You hear snarling and growling and almost have a heart attack watching arms fly off into the air and almost scream seeing a torn off leg.

The fur, let you know that it had to be Sam and the others. You get up from your position and try to stand but your knee burns. You look down to also see another scrape. As the skin folds as you try to walk on it, a burning sensation makes you hiss. You also feel the throb on your hands and arm. A very human naked version of Paul comes into view. You couldn’t help that your eyes looked to his slinging body part in between his legs and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Two large hot hands grip your upper arms, feel all over your body, and lifts your chin. You slowly open your eyes. You suddenly smell the scent of smoke and fire, it smelled like something was cooking. You saw bluish faint flames erupt and you were in shock.

“Y/N.” he says and pulls you to him but you step back, his skin rubbing on the part that burns. He looks with a focused expression, his eyes meeting where you hurt. Without warning, he carries you back bridal style and he walks in long strides back to Emily’s house. He doesn’t let go of you when he takes you into the bathroom. Turning on the water, and shoving the door closed, he attacks your clothes first.

“Wait-“

“I have to clean you up. Plus, I want to get this vampire smell off of me.” he says as he carefully makes you bare before him.

He was gentle to bandage you and he was silent. Taking it all in as you sat watching him bandage your knee with his bedroom light shining. You just kept thinking about how enchanting the cold one looked. Besides the unnatural characteristics that it displayed, they looked like a perfect human being. You were staring off into space. You didn’t notice until you feel a nudge. You look down as Paul was on his knees with your finished bandages.

“Are you alright?” he asks. You nod, not letting him see you sweat and pull a weak smile. He’s not convinced. His eyebrows furrow.

“I’ve been calling you and you just went blank.” he explains and now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. He gets up and sit next to you on the bed as you stare at the floor.

“What were you doing out there anyway? You never went that way before.” he asks facing you. You just shrug.

“You know.” he says, not buying it. You didn’t want to talk about it. It made everything seem too real. If you said it out loud, it wouldn’t just be a dream.

“I…I just wanted to sit at the cliffs.” you say.

“If I came one second later, you would’ve been…” he mutters, looking stressed out as he looks ahead.

You take your hand and rub his back in big slow circles. “Thankfully that didn’t happen.” you try to reassure him. You tried your best to forget that it happened.

The next day, he made sure to re clean the scrapes and also used ointment to decrease your chances of scars.

Eating lunch, you tuned out the conversation as Sam debriefs Emily on everything. You couldn’t take the looks of empathy from her. You were fine.

You couldn’t sleep. You stared awake at the ceiling and Paul was checking the perimeter with Jared before coming in for the night. You kept looking at window, afraid that a cold one might burst through it at any given second.

You sit on the floor and just decide to doodle to past the slow time, hoping it makes you tired. You didn’t notice your surrounds and didn’t notice until Paul’s voice makes you jump. You turn around to see him towering over you.

“You’re still awake?” he asks and you nod. He eyes the window, which makes you follow his eyes and it’s daylight. You’re confused until you look down at your pad and realize that you captured the visualization of your near death experience. You quickly shut it and Paul is still staring at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. You shake your head, “I just need to sleep right now.” You climb into bed and this time you don’t face him. He’s worried.

You come out later in the day to see him lounging on a loveseat in Emily’s sitting room, watching a show. The show is soon forgotten when you enter, he keeps his eyes on you as you walk closer to him. He pulls and sits you on his lap. He looks at you for a minute as you see what show he’s exactly watching. You still feel his eyes on you and this makes you chuckle a bit, “What?”

He doesn’t match your playful energy. “You know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah. I know.” you say and nod your head and squeeze his knee, letting him know you understand.

At night, you kept staring at the ceiling. No matter how late, no matter how much you did in a day, you weren’t settled. You only waited for daylight. It kind of reminded you of the times you sneakily watched scary movies as a kid.

The eyes under your bags were more and more noticeable. At breakfast, Sam ordered Paul and Jared to patrol the area as he stays back. They ask why, Sam never missed patrol. Not even for Emily.

“Just do what I say.” he says authoritatively.

It’s just you and Sam left at the table, Emily is running errands for the day.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asks patiently.

“Nothing?” you say, trying to sound confused. You soon realize Sam’s alpha nature.

“You haven’t been sleeping. It’s all in your face. You jump at loud noises now. You haven’t really talked about what happened at the cliffs.” he says. You just sit there. Hearing what he’s saying, “You should talk to someone so you don’t have to make yourself forget.”

“I..Don’t have anything to say about what happened.” you tell him, leaning back in your chair and pulling your lip into your mouth.

“You can ask questions. You can open up. I’m not all mean and scary.” he says to lift your spirits.

“I know,” you say as you crack a smile, “I just wish…never mind.” you shake your head.

“No, go on. What were you about to say?” he says, encouraging you on. You sigh and look down.

“Is it bad that.. I don’t think I can get used to this supernatural world.” you say honestly. You felt guilty but also relieved that you no longer have to hold it in anymore. Sam just nods in a non judging manner. You feel more comfortable to let your feelings out.

“I really like Paul a lot but I miss when things were more normal. I miss when this was just in the unknown. I want to be there for him, but I just don’t know what to do. I feel like I lost my grip on control. A grip on my life.” you say and Sam strokes his chin in thought.

“Have you talked to him about this?” he says and your heart thuds a bit. You shake your head.

“I can’t. He will take it the wrong way. I might slip up and say the wrong thing.” you say with your eye contact focusing on the hands in front of you.

“I doubt it. Just tell him how you feel.” he says. Moments of silence pass comfortably and the hustle and bustle of both Jared and Paul is heard. You look down and Paul leans down and kiss your neck. You give him a weak smile.

Sam is talking with Jared but he gives you a look. You muster up a squeeze of confidence and ask Paul to take a walk with you.

You’re automatically clutching his arm, walking side by side with him.

“Are you alright?” he asks as he looks at the sky.

You were going to say yes but you chose other words instead. “I don’t know, to be honest.”

He turns his head to look at you, “What don’t you know?”

You hesitantly answered, “I don’t think…I mean, I don’t know..” you sigh and try again, “I just miss my normal way of life, I guess.” you say.

“Me too.” he mutters.

“I don’t know if I can get used to it.” you say as the footsteps start to halt.

“It’s pretty trippy, I’ll give you that.”

“What happens if I…” you look at the trees trailing off.

“What?” Paul asks as he looks into the distance.

“So, as long as I’m an imprint or apart of the pack, cold ones will come after me?” you ask. His eyes flicker to yours, “As long as you’re human.”

“What happens if you what?” he says, not forgetting what you were about to say. His gaze is intense, intimidating you.

You wring your fingers, “Um.. spend some time away from La Push.” you say in a small voice. He flickers his eyes away, slightly shaking his head. Looking down, he clenched his fists, now stepping on an insect.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to leave you.” you tell him but he glared at you.

“Leaving La Push is leaving me. I’m stuck here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. You then choose to fold your arms and pay attention to the bird that’s on your focus.

He chuckles at bitter laugh, “Was that what you were talking with Sam about?”

“He was just checking up on me. I just..Let out how I feel. I can’t help how I feel. I think you should be more patient with that.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “You should take your own advice.”

You throw your arms up slightly, “I almost died.”

“Every time I shift, death is a possibility.” he says deadpanned.

“I can’t sleep. I’m always scared. I can’t take it anymore.” you say and you didn’t mean to crumble your face, but you let it out on your hands. Pulling your hands from your face, he lets you cry it out on his chest.

“If I could leave, believe me, I would.” he says softly as he rubs your back.

After you wipe your face with your hands and with the help of his thumbs, you both turn back to the house.

He rattles the box of chess and you join him on the bed. He sets up his pieces, with you being in charge of the white team this time. He waits for you to go first. There was silence throughout the entire game. You secretly liked the silence. It let you to just be. You didn’t know what your future entailed anymore. This moment though, you felt you had control. Moving the pieces around the board in your favor.

You were very close to winning, but Paul wasn’t letting that happen. He cackles with satisfaction as you toss a pillow at him. Thanking him for the reason of your uplifted mood.

Sam comes in and urgency needs Paul outside. They have to watch out for a predicted shifter. Billy Black’s son. You heard of him, heard of the respect that Billy Black carried and began to understand. He strips, hands you his clothes with a passionate kiss and shifts into the woods.

You sit at the table with Emily as she drinks tea.

“It’s such a shame more young boys have to face this destiny.” she says. You nod and rest your face on your hands.

”What triggers it?”

“Cold ones in the area. It activates the bloodline to protect.” She simply explains and takes a careful sip.

You choose to look out of the window.

As days and weeks pass by as they monitor the young boy, you see some sort of lightness in that time frame. You had your assignment submitted, the editor in chief called and wanted to hook you up with showcasing your art to a well known gallery. The only problem, it was out of town. You needed to think on that.

Paul let you know he gets the keys to his new place next week.

“I’m so happy for you. Do you feel good?” you say with a beaming smile.

He showcases a smile that makes your heart melt instantly and nods, “It can finally just be us.”

Kim reached out and apologized. “You’re like a sister to me. I was so out of line.”

“It’s okay. Shit is crazy right now anyways.” you say and chuckle to yourself. You invite her over.

As the boys are away from patrol, you both help Emily with dinner. Sensing Paul coming in soon, your heart speeds up a bit. Sam comes through the door and kissed Emily senseless. Paul came in and cupped your cheeks and crushed his lips on you.

Kim and Jared just sat the table looking at each other. You move to the side and also sit at the table.

“It’s nice to have you over, Kim.” Sam says as he digs into his food.

“Its nice to be here.” Kim says quietly.

Forks scraping fills in the silence. It was painfully awkward. Jared just steals glances at Kim here and there.

“I have to go out of town for a couple of days.” You announce because the silence was too much.

“What for?” Paul asks.

You explain the opportunity that was presented to you.

“I love that for you.” Kim says smiling.

“I bet you do.” Paul says to her coldly.

“Paul.” Emily says to him with seriousness.

“Whats the problem?” You ask.

“We’ll talk later.” he says and gets up to put his plate away.

“Don’t let him talk you out of it.” Kim says. Your eyes grow big at her when she makes the statement. Paul clatters the plate down in the sink loud.

“You need to mind your fucking business.” he growls out.

“Paul just chill out man.” Jared says trying his best to be a mediator.

“I don’t even know why she’s here!” he says, and looks dead at her, “We all know your own imprint does not want you.”

You face palm as gasps surround the room and Jared just looks down. Kim’s face goes blank.

“Paul, outside.” Sam orders him and follows him out.

“I’m sorry about that Kim.” You go on to say. She shakes her head, “I thought we were going somewhere. You really don’t want me?”

Jared walks to her, “It’s not that I don’t want you, Kim..I feel like you don’t open up with me. I like to have fun and make people laugh. I’m not going to lie but…how should I say this?” He trails off.

“Kim, you don’t show him your real personality.” you say to her. Jared gives you a thank you with his eyes. Kim looks down, “I’m just nervous around you, that’s all.” Jared looks at her as if he understands, “You can be yourself with me, Kim.”

Just then, Sam and Paul comes back in. Paul’s face is softened up but you know that he’s still feeling a bit bitter. Sam jerks his head in Kim’s direction.

Paul didn’t want to. He looks at her so dirty that it made you feel bad for her. “Sorry.” he mutters barely audible without looking at her and storms off into his bedroom and slams the door. Sam sighs tiredly and looks to the ceiling.

“I can take you home.” Jared says and Kim smiles excitedly at that.

“Now, what was that?” You ask Paul as you move into the room, looking at him stare at a spot on the wall.

He shakes his head and scoffs.

“What?” you say and nudge his shoulder.

He scrunched his face, “Nothing. I’m going to bed. Sam is probably going to make us get up before the sun comes up.” he then turns over to go to sleep.

You shake his shoulder slightly, “Paul come on. You’re being overdramatic and you were rude.”

“I was not. I don’t just go off on people for no reason.”

“Okay, so what’s the reason.” you ask, having a feeling it’s some lame excuse. Silence sets in for a minute as you try to stay patient.

“You won’t believe me anyway.” he says quietly.

“Paul just say it.” you say, starting to get agitated.

“If this cause chaos, just know it was you who asked for it.” he says and grabs his phone. You watch him the entire time as he scrolls for some time. Before he hands you the phone, he faces it towards his chest, and he looks at you with seriousness.

“Remember when you told me Kim’s cousin had a party in Neah Bay?”

You nod, not knowing where this is going.

He hands you the phone and you hesitantly take it, eyeing him confused. “Read it.” he says. They’re obviously screenshots.

“I’m bringing my friend. She’s into art too.”

“What does she look like ?”

*picture attachment* “Her name is Y/N.”

“Damn she’s cute. She’s single right?”

“Shes not but if you talk to her good, she will be down with you.”

“Idk about that lol i’m not trying to get into ANY fights over a girl”

“You’re all the way in Neah Bay. The guy she’s with will only just drag her into his lowlife lifestyle. You saw how talented she is”

“Yeah but I don’t know if I should trust that”

“Just at least give her an idea to leave him”

”Thats crazyyy lmaoo” “No trust me. She wants to leave La Push to pursue her art seriously but he’s trapping her there. I just want her to hurry up and save herself before she gets knocked up by him :/ ”

The messages end and you look at his furious eyes.

“Who is this?” you say, “Who is she texting?” Refusing to believe.

“My cousin. He’s from there and was going to that same party. He sent that to me. Okay, look.” He takes the phone out of your grasp, scrolls some more. Then hands it back to you. It’s between Paul and his cousin now.

“Want to see what she looks like?”

“She’s probably ugly”

“Shut up” *picture attachment*

“Are you trying to be funny”

“? ? No”

“Fuck you”

“What? I’m serious. Her friend is just trying to hooking us up. Why are you mad? Do you know her or something ?”

“You’re dumb as hell. That’s MY gf “What’s her friend’s name?”

“Kim.” *screenshot attachment*

You look up and he’s giving you a “I told you so” look.

You look to the wall and you have nothing to say.

“And that’s your “friend” right?” he says to you.

You get up, feeling overwhelmed and grab your valuable items that you brought.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

You go to him, kiss him to let him know you’re not mad at him. You pull back and open his bedroom door, “I need to go home.”

He follows you out, calling for you to come back. You’re ignoring him while walking and he catches up to you and grabs your arm but you shrug it off hard, feeling irritated.

“Just leave me alone. Like, I’m serious. I need to be by myself right now or else I’ll be shitty to you so please…” you say and you continue walking.

Nothing was seemed as what it seemed. Fuming, you make your way back to your house. Paul called but you didn’t answer. You just text him.

“Let me think.”

He texts back like lightening, immediately reading your message.

“You’ll think yourself into a conniption”

You roll your eyes and place your phone some place where you can’t reach with it arm length. You grab your headphones and turn on some music. You just wanted a time in your life where you wasn’t so surprised that it was life altering. You lie there as music pumps through your ears, leaking into your head, thinking about why couldn’t your life be simple?

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hippiegoth97 · 3 months ago

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Random Egon Spengler Thought #1

A/N: alright, guys. I haven't posted in a while, and I've been busy working on the long Egon story. But my brain hatched this last night/today so here you go!

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, fem!reader, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is 20s, Egon is mid-thirties), established relationship, groping, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex, sexual fantasies, dirty talk, pet names (sparingly), mentions of exhibitionism

A few tags: @ghostsfungitwinkies @haroldramistwinkie @taire-the-disaster-gay @gr00vyashley (if this isn't your thing, feel free to ignore. if being tagged makes you uncomfortable, I'll delete it at your request 💜)

"I'm sorry...could you repeat that?" Egon asks, clearing his throat. He doesn't actually need you to repeat it, he knows damn well what you said. You came into his lab in the firehouse, dressed in nothing but a lingerie set and a trench coat, opened it up and asked him if he wanted to take a break to fuck your brains out. Knowing the others are out on calls busting ghosts all night, with Janine taking off less than ten minutes ago, you've taken it upon yourself to seduce him.

You've been seeing each other for a while, you used to be one of his research assistants. You kept things professional while you worked under him, and waited until you'd earned your credit hours to ask him out. He was flattered, to say the least. He's had many a young woman hit on him in his line of work, both as a Ghostbuster and a scientist. Most times he'd turn them down, or have a one-night stand if he was really desperate for affection. But sleeping with women who admired him the way they would Tom Cruise, or someone similar, usually lead to high expectations and broken dreams.

But you? You were different. Egon could tell from the jump that you liked him, though you tried your best to hide it. You cared about the work, not wanting your attraction to him to get in the way. He admired that about you, even though he would have been plenty receptive to any advances you made. You weren't like the other college kids he employed the help of. You didn't ask stupid questions, you kept up with his pace, you didn't question his methods unless it was truly necessary. You were perfect.

When it comes to attraction for Egon, brains come first and looks come second. And man, oh man, do you have a level of intelligence that gets his motor running. Before he could even begin to consider your looks, he fell in love with your mind. You had a habit of staying behind after the others had left, asking to see what other projects he was working on, or about any scientific journals he recommended. He was more than willing to show you his side projects, namely his mold, spore, and fungus collection. The journals he'd tell you about were usually ones you'd already read, which lead to lengthy conversations picking them to pieces, or speaking enthusiastically about what both of you found most fascinating.

Only after the two of you spent an entire evening discussing at length about psycho-reactive substances, did Egon start to look at your physical attributes as well as your mental ones. And what he saw was very pleasing to the eyes. Everything about you is beautiful to him. From your soft, luscious hair, to your pretty face that lights up every time you see him, to your gorgeous body which makes all others he's seen pale in comparison.

A body which now stands before him, your most intimate parts covered in delicate, luxurious red lace. A dark red that compliments your skin tone exquisitely, stitched in the form of a matching bra and panties. Garters and black fishnets lead down your gorgeous legs and into a pair of red high heels. His favorite. Egon can't quite pinpoint what it is, but there's something about railing you with your shoes still on that drives him crazy.

"You heard me the first time, Spengler," you tease, stepping further into his space. He's currently sat at his computer, as he was busy typing away his supernatural findings from the last bust he went on. You turn his rotating chair to make him fully face you and reach for the end of his tie. Egon swallows hard, utterly speechless as you pull him in closer. His face grows nearer to yours agonizingly slow, and you stop just before his lips can brush against your own. You lean over to speak into his ear.

"Don't tell me you'd rather sit at your computer all night, instead of fucking your girlfriend six ways from Sunday," you say, nipping his earlobe afterwards. Your tone sultry is and low, almost pouty. This particular voice of yours never fails to send the hairs on Egon's neck prickling upwards in excitement.

"O-Of course not!" Egon scoffs nervously as you pull back to meet his eyes again. He clears his throat at the pure lust pooling in your pupils, which nearly swallows your irises into murky depths. "I'm just a bit caught off guard," he says, which isn't a lie. It's not exactly like you to initiate sex at his place of work. Of course, there has been little opportunity to do so. The other Ghostbusters are always hanging around in some way of another, though none of them live in the firehouse full time the way Egon does. That's not to say what you're attempting right now doesn't intrigue him, quite the opposite. It's new, and risky.

"That's kinda the point," you smirk, climbing onto Egon's lap. Your smile grows as you can already feel him getting hard underneath you. "Does it excite you, Egon? To know we could get caught?" You ask, riding the line between teasing and earnestness.

"Yes," he answers simply, a small groan leaving him as you roll your hips once. His large hands raise to meet your waist, resting comfortably on your supple flesh. He gazes adoringly into your eyes, awaiting your next move.

"What would you like me to do to you first, Doctor?" You say playfully. Egon loves it when you call him that in bed. It was you who started it, but he certainly worked hard enough for the title, so he had no objections. You'd tried once to call him the shortened version, 'Doc'. but all that did was remind you both of a certain cartoon rabbit, which was more than a turn-off.

Egon scrunches his face, as if you should already know where to begin. He isn't the most assertive when it comes to intimacy. He has extensive knowledge of how to please a woman, and he's gained a decent amount of experience over the years. But no one else has been so domineering and forward with him, not like you. You know what you want, and how to say it. And try as Egon might to keep up with you, sometimes the words can't help but escape him.

"Come on, you've got an extensive vocabulary. I'm sure you can think of something to say," you prod, leaning in close again, putting your arms around his shoulders. He catches a whiff of your perfume, which only clouds his head even more. He wants you, needs you, in every way you'll give yourself to him. It's difficult to focus on just one thing.

"Kiss me," Egon finally replies.

"That's better," you nod, closing the gap between you to bring your lips to his. You feel him melt against you instantly, letting you guide him. Your hands travel up to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his dark, styled curls. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm over Egon's lap, your rapidly soaking cunt rubbing against his stiff erection. He moans into the kiss, the sound pushing you to go further. You grind yourself down on him harder, moaning at the pressure on your clit.

"Darling, slow down," Egon says softly as he pulls away. He smiles warmly at you, cupping your cheek. "We've got all the time we need. The others will be gone until the morning," he says.

"I know," you sigh, ceasing your grinding for a moment. You give him a brief kiss before speaking again. "I'm sorry. I've just missed you all day, and I couldn't stop thinking about you," you lean in to kiss his cheek this time. "I had to beg my boss to let me off early, so I could see you," your voice grows whiny and breathless as you continue, pressing your lips to his neck. "All I could focus on was this," you nip on his throat, making his cock twitch.

You're getting riled up again, but you just can't seem to help it. All day at work, every little thing reminded you of Egon. And that led to you having endless fantasies about him, what you wanted to do to him, and him to you. You pictured his head between your legs, lapping at you until you scream his name. You imagined him grinding his cock into you helplessly for hours, until you're both soaked with sweat and growing tired, because he just can't get enough of being inside you. You replayed the look of pure ecstasy he makes when he comes, the feeling of him filling you to the brim with his sticky release countless times.

You continue kissing his neck, eating up the soft moans and whimpers he lets out at your touch. Egon isn't overly loud during sex, but he's not afraid to make any noise. Especially not when he knows how much these sounds arouse you. His hands travel up your sides, making goosebumps raise along your skin as his touch is unbearably light. He reaches behind your back, undoing the clasps of your bra. The straps go slack on your shoulders, and you slip the garment off. You pull away from suckling on Egon's throat, letting him have a good look at your bare chest.

"I'll never get over how beautiful you are," Egon says lovingly, bringing his hands back around to gently cup your breasts. "Or how fortunate I am to be with you," he squeezes your flesh in his palms.

"Egon," you moan, letting your head fall forward as he gropes you. His fingers tenderly roll your hardened nipples, dialing up your pleasure. Desire pools inside your stomach, growing deeper and warmer by the second.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Egon asks, as if he can't see the clear evidence before him. Your eyes are blissfully closed, your mouth sitting open as you moan and whine for him. Your back is arched slightly to keep your tits within his hold, though he has no intention of going anywhere.

"Yes, you feel so good," you answer, forcing your eyes open to look at him. His expression is soft, serene. He's unbelievably happy to be here in this moment with you, a sentiment you share.

Satisfied with your answer, Egon leans forward to press his lips to your breasts. Your noises grow louder at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth searing a path along your skin. He takes one of your nipples between his lips, sucking firmly. Your hips begin to grind again out of impulse, searching for friction. He doesn't slow you down this time, becoming rather needy himself. Every move you make, every sound you let out, everything you do leaves him absolutely dizzy with lust.

The two of you continue like this for what feels like hours, with your hands tangled in Egon's hair, his face buried in your chest. Heavy breaths and simpering moans fill the otherwise silent laboratory, the temperature of the room rising every time you grind into him. A damp spot has formed on his slacks at this point, your arousal soaking through your panties and making a mess. Egon's dick throbs with ache inside his pants, and each roll of your hips makes him gradually more desperate.

"Egon, please. I want you inside me," you whine, reaching between your bodies to find his belt. Your hands fumble with it, the hardware jingling as you manage to get it open.

"So do I," Egon agrees, pulling away from your chest to catch his breath. He could damn near suffocate himself in your breasts if he isn't careful, though he wouldn't mind meeting his demise in such a way. You lift yourself up slightly to access his zipper, and he takes this opportunity to explore between your legs. His long, thin fingers make contact with your clothed pussy, earning a lilting moan from your pretty lips.

"You're making quite a mess," he comments with a grin, gliding over the soaked lace.

"Only for you, darling," you say sweetly, unzipping his pants to gain access to what's inside. You can see the outline of him in the dark fabric, long and tempting. You pull Egon's cock free from the confines of his slacks and boxers, his tip red and dripping with precum. You swipe your thumb over his slit, bringing it up to your lips to lick it clean.

"Fuck," he groans at the sight, pressing harder on your cunt in response. His eyes stay locked on yours as you stroke him in your hand, warming him up. He pulls your panties to the side, needing to fully feel you. His fingertips finally slip through your slick folds, causing your back to arch. He rubs slow, purposeful circles on your clit, devouring the pathetic noises you make from the stimulation. It's probably one of his favorite things to explore your most sensitive areas, with his hands, or his mouth, or his cock. And you let him, eager to have him touch you any way he likes. He's certainly adept at it, never failing to set your insides on fire and leave you a satisfied mess by the time he's through with you.

"Ready?" You ask him, seconds away from outright begging. He's made you wait long enough, you need him inside you now.

"Yes," Egon nods, pulling his hand away from you. You whine at the loss, though you quickly get over it as you bring his dick to your entrance. His hands return to your waist, your free hand resting on his shoulder to keep yourself steady. The two of your pant in anticipation, so very close to what you crave.

You slowly sink down onto him, accepting his thick length inside your cunt. "Oh, god," you gasp as he fills you completely. No matter how many times you've done this before, you're always surprised by how well Egon fits inside you, how his dick reaches every pleasurable spot possible.

Egon's hands tense around your hips when your walls clench to adjust to his size, his breath hitching. You're unbelievably warm and wet inside, surrounding him completely. If he wasn't sweating profusely before, he certainly is now. He starts to remove his lab coat to cool down, when you stop him.

"Keep it on. You're so sexy in it," you say while biting your lip.

"Really?" He questions curiously, raising an eyebrow. This is the first time hearing such a thing, especially from you.

"Uh-huh," you say mischievously, nodding. "I don't know what it is, exactly. It just...suits you," you observe in admiration, running your fingers over the lapels of his coat.

"I would hope so. I am a scientist," Egon comments, missing what you're truly trying to say. He's like that sometimes, taking things too literally.

"It's more than that, I think. You're at your most confident when you wear this coat. It makes you comfortable, because science is your safe place," you explain with a smile. "And confidence is very sexy."

"I see. I suppose I've never thought about it that way before," Egon chuckles, amused by your assessment.

"I know," you giggle, shaking your head at his response. You decide to move things along, carefully lifting yourself up before landing in Egon's lap. A shared moan escapes you both, conversation falling to the wayside for a moment while you set a steady pace. You bounce on Egon's cock leisurely, rolling your hips as you do so. Your lips find his, meeting in a feverish kiss. It becomes all teeth and tongues rather quickly, though neither of you mind whatsoever. All you want is to stay close, be connected to one another.

You pick up a bit of speed, moaning down Egon's throat as his tip hits our g-spot again and again. His hands drift down your back, landing on your ass. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks in his grasp, guiding you as you ride him. This only spurs you on to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge. You can't keep kissing him very easily with your newfound pace, breaking away and instead gazing deep into his eyes. His glasses have gone crooked, his hair becoming an unkempt mess. He looks absolutely wild, grunting and groaning beneath you.

"Have I ever told you how badly I wanted you when I first saw you?" You ask breathlessly.

"No, but it was quite obvious," Egon replies plainly, which earns a brief glare from you. "You weren't exactly subtle. You blushed every other time I looked at you, even after months of working under me," he teases, though his statement is far from untrue.

"I don't know if you realize it or not, but I was trying to talk dirty to you just now," you explain, rolling your eyes.

"I'm sorry," Egon apologizes, realizing he's missed the hint once again. "Continue," he adds, suddenly very interested in what you were planning to say.

"As I was saying, I wanted you so badly..." You trail off, dragging it out now that he's annoyed you. Egon watches you expectantly, needing to hear where this goes. "I was constantly thinking about how much I wanted you to bend me over your desk and fuck me, while wearing nothing but this coat," you say in a sultry tone, speeding up once more.

"You could have asked me to. I would have done anything you wanted," Egon admits through a groan, enamored by your filthy words. It's not as if your attraction or desire for him have ever been a real secret, especially now that you're together. But to hear it from your lips that you wanted him this entire time, it's intoxicating.

"I'm sure you would have, darling," you reply, finding his confession unbearably sweet. "Would've been hard to keep it secret, though."

"Isn't that part of the thrill?" Egon asks, a dark look in his eyes. He's very excited by the idea of sneaking around with you back then, having to tiptoe out of your dorm room in the middle of the night, or you covertly slipping out of his office. Secret dates you could have gone on, a town over so no one would recognize you together. Maybe even weekends away in some shitty hotel, spending every second entangled in one another. His head spins with the possibilities, the missed opportunities. It almost makes him sad, but mainly he's massively turned on.

"You're really into that, aren't you?" You ask, intrigued that you appear to have unlocked some secret desire in him. Perhaps a kink you can exploit to your benefit.

"Yes. Very much so," Egon nods, surprised at himself. It appears with your new initiation tactic he has become a bit more open with you. This may call for further experimentation, namely of his own sexual limits. You've made it clear that you're up for just about anything, surely you'll be able to assist him.

"It's nice to learn new things about you, Egon," you say sweetly as your pleasure builds. You're getting very close now, pushing yourself to ride him even faster. "Oh, god, fuck," you moan loudly as you ram your sweet-spot into his cock over and over. It won't be long now until you're screaming his name.

"It's nice to share them with you, darling," Egon pants, holding onto your ass more firmly to help maintain your momentum. He can tell by how roughly you're bouncing, how loud your moans are getting, that you're nearing release. "Keep going. I'm getting close, too," he says as his stomach threatens to tense.

You do as he says, giving him everything you have to make you both come. Your thighs start to burn from the effort, the flesh of them sticking to his slacks from all your sweat. You carry on regardless, clinging to Egon for dear life. His fingers dig into your skin, trying so hard to hang on despite the intense heat between you both. The room is filled with helpless moans and grunts, the wet sounds of you repeatedly piercing yourself on his dick accompanying them.

"Egon...oh god, I'm gonna come," you murmur, the waves of bliss threatening to overtake you. You lean forward to fully embrace him, keeping his chest pressed close to yours. You bury your face in his neck, still riding him with all your might, until your orgasm finally hits you. "Fuck!" You cry out, muffled against his sweat-soaked flesh. Ecstasy rolls over your entire being, lighting up all your nerve-endings. Your thighs shake erratically, your nails digging into Egon's shoulders as you ride this out. Your walls clamp around his length, pulling him into the rapture along with you.

"I- fuck, I'm going to come," Egon grunts as his own high hits him like a ton of bricks. Your cunt squeezing him so tight makes his vast mind melt inside his skull, driving him to thrust up into you, spilling sticky ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy. His stuttering hips prolong your own pleasure, and you mewl against his neck.

A few more moans and heavy breaths leave you both as you slowly come to a stop. You sit in sweating silence for a couple of minutes, letting your hearts and lungs slow down to their normal pace. You sit upright, meeting each other's eyes. Content smiles rest on your lips, an intense affection for one another blossoming within your chests. There is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, until you hear the ECTO-1 making its way into the garage of the firehouse.

"Oh, shit," you gasp, quickly removing yourself from Egon's lap. You've left quite a mess on him, a mix of sweat and your arousal leaving a dark, very noticeable stain on the fabric. His own release is rapidly soaking into the cloth as well, leaving him unable to hide what you've just gotten up to.

"I'll go change. You put your coat back on," Egon instructs, abruptly leaving the room to change his pants. He fixes his glasses as he walks, feeling around on his head to straighten out his hair.

While Egon cleans up, you throw on the trench coat you came in with, closing it up tight just as Ray ascends the stairs, with Winston and Peter in tow. They've got a bit of slime on their shoulders, but it seems the worksheet for the night was rather light. They were supposed to be gone until morning.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Didn't expect to see you here tonight, kiddo," Peter says, giving you a curious glance up and down. If he knows one thing, it's to be very suspicious of a woman wearing a trench coat and high heels.

"Oh. Yeah. I got off work early to visit Egon," you say nervously, pulling the ties of your coat tighter.

"And where is the egghead in question?" Peter probes, a knowing look on his face.

"He's just, uh, in the bathroom. I think," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

"I see. Would that have anything to do with what I assume is your bra on the floor behind you there?" Peter grins as he asks his final question, prompting laughter from the other men as they also notice your discarded undergarment. Your eyes go wide when you realize that in trying to cover yourself so quickly, you left cold hard evidence of your shenanigans with Egon on the goddamn floor.

Egon returns to the room with fresh slacks on to find his colleagues seemingly laughing at you for some unknown reason. "What's going on here?" He asks, his brows furrowing. He certainly hopes his friends aren't picking on you, Peter in particular can be what many have referred to him as: a dickhead.

"Why don't you tell us, Spengs?" Ray comments, his laughter only growing.

"I knew you had a way with the ladies, Egie. But, man, I did not expect this from you," Peter chuckles, nudging his head behind you. Egon's eyes follow, locating your brassiere on the floor, which you have been too mortified to pick up as of yet. "You dog!" Peter claps Egon on the shoulder, before going on his way to get washed up.

"It's always the quiet ones," Winston comments, shaking his head as he laughs his way out of the room. Ray follows suit, leaving you and Egon alone.

"Are you alright?" Egon asks, walking over to you and picking your bra up from the floor. He hands it to you, and you slip it into your pocket for the time being. He looks at you with concern, wondering what he can do to make things better.

"I'm okay. A little embarrassed, I guess," you reply, picking at your hands and fighting the harsh blush that's taken your cheeks hostage.

"As am I. Perhaps our future encounters ought to take place in your apartment from now on," Egon suggests, taking your hand in his. You look up to meet his eyes, finding sincere remorse and admiration.

"Sounds good to me," you say quietly, nodding.

"That isn't to say I didn't enjoy this. But it appears using the firehouse as a sexual venue isn't exactly viable," he explains, needing you to know he doesn't regret any moment spent with you. Even if it means his fellow Ghostbusters are going to give an earful about this for weeks.

"I know," you nod again, turning to put yourself in front of him. You wrap your arms around his middle, smiling. "I love you, Egon," you say to him, as you have quite a few times before. It's still a relatively new step in your relationship, but it warms your heart every time you tell him how you feel.

"I love you too, darling. More than you could possibly know," he replies sweetly, giving you a tender kiss. "How about I take the night off, and we can start round two when we get back to your apartment?" Egon suggests once he pulls away, a devious glint in his eye.

"That sounds perfect."

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