#i wonder what fiction he cooked up in his head about how this went down. Im sure it is full of martyrdom as per uj.

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I really love and laugh over your Joel and Preggo. I was wondering about Joel and his mother-in-law. How does Preggo get along with her mother? Maybe mother-in-law who lives out of town comes for a quick visit ? I leave to you what the dynamics or what directions “the mother-in-law” could be!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Mother-in-Law

^some inspo photos of Pedro with friend or his family. Momma is touchy but it's nonsexual. He's just eating it up.

Warnings: angry sex turns soft, brief oral F receiving, getting caught (not sexy), favoritism war

18+ ONLY

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You remember when your parents used to hate Joel. From the moment you announced your engagement, they frowned. Why not someone who has a more stable job? Went to college? Doesn't have white in his beard already in his 30s?

But when you refused to back down, they begrudgingly put up with him. And he went above and beyond to impress them. Gifts, kind gestures, helping around their house and treating them to nice dinners. 

But oh boy, the SECOND your Facebook friends let it slip that you were expecting, your parents flipped on a dime.

Joel was now their favorite child. 

And your mom was—

“I hope she makes that famous apple pie of-hers,” Joel says, a bounce in his voice as the two of you drive to your Mom’s house for the weekend. 

Your upper lip gets caught on your teeth as you scowl at his more-than-she-deserves giddy smile. “What about my apple pie?”

“You don’t make apple pie.”

True. "Well. If I did..."

“—Then it would be the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I expect you to. You probably would hate it.”

Joel opens his mouth but hesitates for a moment. “I don’t know how you want me to respond here. We’re talking about a fictional pie you’ve never made.”

Grrr fuck this man and his logic.

He tries to alleviate the subject—maybe you wanted to give baking HIM an apple pie a go? ”She did buy me that Kitchen-aide mixer..."

You shake your head. Not this again… “No, she bought it for me!"

"It was my Christmas gift she gave me.”

"Why would she get you a NICE kitchen aide thousand dollar mixer, when you don't even BAKE??? PLUS I'm her actual DAUGHTER??"

Joel just shrugs. It pains you but you will never admit it's most likely true. Your mom bought it for HIM and you got breast pumps and a barf blanket. She used to get you the over the top nice things, and Joel would get socks. But now…

Your mom always loved you, probably a bit more than most. Sometimes it was overbearing, but that’s how she is. She’s nurturing, caring, always cooking and taking care of everyone, running a million miles a minute yet still having time to tell you everything is going to be ok after you stubbed your toe and cried about a broken nail. 

Though, she also expected to be treated like royalty by Dad. Momma knew her worth, knew her value to the family and Dad would grovel if he didn’t give her exactly what she wanted the moment she wanted it.

You’re glad that Joel doesn’t have to deal with a nagging wife who needs to tend to her ridiculous wants and emotional turmoil whenever it falls over less he be beheaded for his insolence.

You narrow your eyes at your bopping himbo Joel now, completely unaware of your thoughts as he jams to the radio. 

What a lucky guy he is.

When you pull up outside the old ranch home, Joel hops out and smells the air like it’s the Bahamas.

He helps you down from the passenger side of the truck before you both jump at the sound of your Mom screeching from the porch.

“JOOOOOEEEELLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”

His eyes crinkle in a warm smile as the little yet fiery woman you call Mom comes rushing towards you two like a marathon speed walker, pumping her arms at a whopping 1 mile per hour.

He opens his arms and as your mother wraps herself in his embrace. “Hey you!”

“Oooooh! Ohhh you’re so thin!” 

You raise your eyebrow. Joel’s no heavy weight champion, but he’s got a dad bod ready to rival any of the neighbors—a body that you LOVE more than anything else as it is.

Finally seeing you behind him, she shoves Joel aside and wraps you up in his warm hug. “MY BABYGIRL!!!!”

That’s right, let’s remember the pregnant one here please!

Your mom is the same height as you, but that doesn’t stop her from getting on her tip toes to kiss your forehead like she always did since the day you were born. She marvels at the size of your belly, filled with excitement and wonder and familiarity. “Oh my gosh look how much you’ve grown already, are you sure it’s not twins??? I have twins on my uncle’s side so its entirely possible—oh my gosh you’re so—“

Please don’t say fat please don’t say fat…

“SKINNY! JOEL! Have you not been feeding her????”

You snicker and throw your arm around her shoulders. “That’s what I’VE been saying. Momma, he’s been limiting snack time.”

Joel rolls his eyes. The two of you ganging up on him wasn’t in the cards just 5 seconds ago when he was sweet Joely.

 “My poor starving baby starving my baby’s baby!” she muses, forces Joel to bend at the knee for her fat wet kiss on his scruffy cheek before rubbing her kisses into your head on the other side.

“Come, come in! I’ve made—“

“Pie?” Joel pipes up, his eyes tilted eagerly towards the overly touchy woman suffocating you both.

You roll your eyes, already smelling the apple and cinnamon in the air. Of COURSE she would make his favorite pie. She runs inside to set the table.

Joel starts unpacking the truck but you cross your arms and tap your foot.

“What?”

He towers over you with a duffel slumped over his shoulder. “—Not that shit."

“I'm just saying, she’s nice to you all the sudden. It’s weird—“

“Don’t start.” He interrupts, slamming the trunk with a startling bang. Those biceps look fucking delicious rippling under his tight tight shirt— "Just want her to think I'm good for ya. Not tryin' to replace you."

You scoff him, as if anyone else could pull a man like that except you. 

But Joel can still feel that tension radiating off you, knowing you won’t truly acknowledge what’s bothering you until it blows into something ridiculous.

“Jooeellyyyy?” your mother shouts from the kitchen window.

“JoElLeY” you mimic with annoyance. “I used to be the only one with cute nicknames, ya know. You used to just be ‘J guy-my-daughter-is-dating’. And that even AFTER we got married.”

He chuckles before giving you a peck on the lips and guiding your waddling self inside. Joel doesn’t want you thinking that he would ever choose your mom over you, of course not! 

Just, for the now, being on her favorable side was something he had been working towards for years. You would just have to put up with her lipstick stains on his cheek and endless praise from his mouth of her fabulous cooking for this the weekend.

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Your mom zips around the kitchen, going off about the new nail salon down the road, the garden beds that can’t keep the chipmunks away, and how your old ultrasounds to compare baby sizes.

Joel watches the way she waddles. It’s EXACTLY as you do, and he starts to think maybe it’s not the pregnancy that is giving you such a signature walk. You both sit down at the table together and sigh, biting into a cookie and making a nasty face before putting it back on the tray.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Joel has to hide his smirk. You claimed so often how you were NOTHING like your mom. Your mom was pushy, demanding, filled to the brim with extra energy that would come out of no where—ironically all the things that defined you but obviously was not obvious to his wife yet. 

Maybe it’s the slight difference between you two is exactly how Joel can relate to Momma—showing love through acts service. Your mom is constantly working around the kitchen, cleaning, cooking, and it has nothing to do with expectations. He can see the little smile on her face, the skip in her step—she loves taking care of her people. She likes that you whine because only she can make your favorite coffee cake the exact way you like it. That you credit your own excellent laundry folding skills thanks to her methods that prevent wrinkles without ironing. How she always had the BEST soups for when you’re sick as if they cured like medicine itself, even if its just poured from a can—its done so with love.

There’s a unique bond between mother and daughter that Joel gets to witness. It’s not self serving either. There’s a sense of personal gratitude in being able to care for someone that makes their world worth living in.

Other times you can be a total bitch but honestly? That’s just pregnancy talk.

“It’s a girl, isn’t it? Grandmother’s just know these things—“

“Mom, I called you a few weeks ago and told you it was a girl. You didn’t just guess—“

“Just as you had predicted!” Joel jumps in. “Grandmother’s intuition is a real thing, and this sweet }Cookie’s got it.” He winks towards her and sips the lovely tea she had made him.

Your mom begins to favor his conversation over yours. “And names…?” She asks expectedly.

“We’re—“

“Yours is definitely in the mix!” Joel boasts.

She clasps her hands together, not seeing the deathstare you were giving him. Momma’s name was only in the mix for MIDDLE names, not firsts. You both had agreed you wanted your baby to have her own unique first that belonged to just her. 

He ignores you for now, hoping you can see the ‘please forgive me’, in his pupils as your mom goes to hug and kiss his messy hair like a bird feeding its young in the nest.

You clear your throat, eager to get her hands off your man and back on to the one actually giving her the grandbaby. “I think it’s time we settle down in our room. Right Momma?”

“Oh, you know your way up, I wanted to show Joel some of my new kitchenware—I just couldn’t decide what to buy so I got everything, knowing you’d be by this weekend! Come on, you can pick the ones you like.”

She grasps his hand and guides him, side to side with her piddled feet, into the next room and leaving you alone.

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The blunt edges of your chewed up nails dig into Joel’s meaty chest. there are wrinkles in your forehead from how tightly concentrated you are at riding back and forth on his cock, your belly dragging along his and hips slamming down aggressively as you ride him with the pent up fury of the day.

Joel’s got a mix of emotions: your tight pussy sucking him in, kissing your cervix with each swallow, deep and delicious in that tight heat, plus the sheer feel and sight of you so pregnant yet fucking him so furiously while he lies back and takes it all in, trying not to cum too soon—but also knowing you’re more angry than you are thinking about the sex you’re having, and you’re going to injure yourself by all this energy not driving you anywhere closer to an orgasm, and he knows  he has to works out the knot in your brain before you can let the knot in your tummy snap.

“Why are you so upset?” He asks as his head rubs up along the pillow from each bounce of your body atop him.

“M—m not—upset,” you stammer, your fingers gripping his flesh even harder and slamming yourself down on his cock like you want to hurt it.

You’re sweating, visibly aggravated and probably in pain but refuse to quit.

Maybe you need this, but as he glances down at your bulging pregnant belly that is also being shaken up like a martini, he decides that his unborn baby doesn’t need brain damage too from your furious fucking.

Joel’s hands glide up along your flexed arms until he’s cupping your cheeks gently, wiping the tear that is building along your eyelashes. You slow your pace until you’re just sitting on top, impaled on his cock and letting out an exhausted huff.

“So why are you upset?” He asks calmly.

“You’re MY husband,” you say, and though your voice is full of confidence at the statement, it quivers just a bit at the end. 

Joel knew you would be pent up. That your mom was too touchy with him, and in his good faith to keep her good favor, he leaned in and let her butter him up, gave her the attention and kisses and hugs she asked for, and now its getting to you, and you’re jealous of your own mother—

“--and I’m HER daughter. But now she’s acting like you’re her favorite child too, even though I’m the one giving the grandbaby here, I used to be her favorite kid! Just me! I used to be the one BEGGGING her to give ya a chance but now suddenly she’s also loving you, out of the fucking BLUE,  like you’re all special when IT SHOULD JUST BE ME—.”

He blinks for a second, and you squeeze your walls around him as if signaling you’ll cut it off if he dare try to act confused. 

“Wait, are you jealous… of me?” 

Your eyes drift away, just in time for Joel to have the worst fucking reaction by chuckling so hard that the two of you are rolling over to your side.

He wipes his reddened face and calms his breathing so he can talk.

“That why you’re fuckin’ me like you wanna break me?” 

Maybe you did want to make a point to anyone who might be in the house about the hierarchy over who’s got right’s to loving Joel…specifically, to make that clear TO Joel himself. 

He scootches as close as he can, despite the big baby between your middles, and rubs his nose along yours, his palm brushing your cheek and centering your focus entirely on him.

“I’d shoot myself if I had to spend more than just this weekend with your mom. She’s nice, but I couldn’t EVER stand around bein’ pinched in the cheeks like that. Always doting on my ass all day, tryin’ to service me and make me feel like a spoiled porcelain doll that needed nurturin’ like a baby 24/7. I’d feel like a useless fuck. I think she n’ I are kinda alike in that. Wantin’ to take care of what’s ours.”

You snort in the boogers pooling in your nostrils. 

“Look, It’s nice gettin’ praise, THAT you could give me more of.”

“I don’t wanna talk about my mom when you’re inside me.”

“Then lets talk about you being a momma while I’m inside you.”

“Yeah… but I liked being the only one she adored. Now I gotta share?? With you????”

You nod shyly but agree. “I do appreciate you. I’ll try better to show it.”

“Nah, don’t want you to change. N’ I need you to listen to this because I know you’re gonna leave some details out intentionally when you go tattlin’ to Maria—but being pregnant with you has been the best adventure we’ve been on so far. You keep me on my toes and keep life interesting. I like the smile on your face when I give ya something only I can give. The dance you do when you get your little cookie dough milkshake thing, and the pout you make when I tell ya no, and you get all cute on me and do some ridiculous shit that I can’t deny you anymore cuz fuck, I want you happy sooo bad, and I wanna be the one that does it. YOU make me feel special.”

He smiles, stroking the hair away from your eyes. “Think of it this way: when did she suddenly start showin’ me some special treatment? When I put a baby in your belly. That’s it. She’s happy to be getting a grand kid, and she knows I’m officially stuck with you so might as well get used to it. I’m here to stay. “Ya spent so long tryin’ to get her to like me. She does now. Job well done! You don’t have to stress anymore. No need to get all greedy, baby though I know that’s just your thing,” he teases, rubbing his knee along your thighs to part them again.

You furl your lower lip out in a childish pout. “I think the baby is making me possessive over my belongings.”

“Oh? I’m a belonging now?” He wiggles his eyes brows. Slightly more relaxed, he takes advantage and smoothes his palm down your arm, behind your waist to squeeze your ass.

He’s about to pull you in for a victory kiss when your eyes shoot open.

“Wait… am I… the useless spoiled porcelain doll that needs nurturing 24/7 that you have to dote on all day??????”

“No! No you’re not useless!”

He’s offering a sweet smile, rubbing your shoulder with encouragement as a pregnant pause fills the air.

“…you got anything else you wanna deny in that or just that one part.”

He licks his lips before flipping you on your back and sliding down between your legs.

“You know what the BEST pie is?”

T h e o n e  b e t w e e n  m y l  e g s, you mouth out into the air, your belly conveniently keeping your lips out of frame as Joel spread your pussy and blows cool air on your nub.

“S’the one between your legs,” he whispers sensually against your thigh, nipping it and growling before dragging the tip of his nose through your slit, inhaling your scent.

You smile and cover your face with both hands. He’s cheesy, but he’s a keeper. 

and maybe, just maybe, worth sharing the love with.

The love that is quickly about to be snuffed out for the both of you as your mom opens the door and begins asking "Joel did you want the red one or the blue--AH!"

Joel and you both frantically cover your lower half, his head accidetanlly bumping into your belly at the same you to strain your back trying to sit up.

"MOM, SERIOUSLY!?"

she slams the door closed but calls out through the wood: "Oh that is NOT appropriate for the baby!" before stammering away.

Joel just chuckles into your breasts. "How does she think I got the baby in you?"

You shake your head and smack him, trying to feel more ashamed then amused right now.

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RB with messages from crinkles spouse (sharing with permission). What hurt crinkle so bad was me calling him manipulative / narcissistic, and i stand by what i said about his behavior 100%. No better words to succinctly describe how he acted. Posting bcs im not a fan of "i like a thing, therefore i must white knight the author". Coming to someone who was seriously hurt by crinkle and standing up for him in any way is pretty fucking backwards. Like? Ive had enough bullshit from him. Wastherebefore is absolutely standing up for someone really shitty at the end of the day, and is morally grandstanding imo. Crinkle does not deserve fair treatment or grace from people he intentionally hurt, cussed out and demoralized. If u lack better judgement & dont care abt listening to several people confirming that crink hurt them pretty badly, maybe listen to your fave fic author lmao (@ screens).

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part 02 of ? | masterpost

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You didn’t want to dwell on it, on how your life was like a museum of places your family had been but weren’t anymore. Even something as simple as a spot you used to frequent as a kid was now just a distant memory. When your gaze met his, you found nothing but understanding there.

✦ warnings and tags: jason newsted x reader, age gap (23/38), no use of y/n, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine dynamics maybe?, reader has a backstory and it's kinda tragic, a bit of angst, eventual smut in future parts

✦ a/n: part 2 is finally here! i hope my portrayal of a small town is at least a bit accurate lol i know nothing about American towns, so I based it around what I usually see in fiction and also my personal life living in a small town growing up. also, jason and reader are still getting to know each other, but you can expect things to heat up a bit soon 🖤 hope you guys enjoy the read!

Jason never thought waking up in a quiet place would feel so weird. 

Maybe it was to be expected. After living in LA for so long, he'd gotten used to the constant noise — cars, loud neighbors, all that chaos that comes with city life. When he opened his eyes that Sunday morning, he spent a few minutes trying to figure out what was off. Then it hit him: it was the silence.

Jason was never one to laze around in bed after waking up, so after giving himself five more minutes under the covers, he got up to brush his teeth and stretch a bit. The house was still quite a mess, with cardboard boxes all over the place, and he grunted softly, thinking about the unpacking day that awaited him. 

At least he didn’t have anything else to worry about for the next few days, or weeks, or months. No dealing with packed schedules and tours, no getting his ideas shot down at the studio, no interviews, photoshoots, or autograph sessions. 

Just him, his new house, and his music.

After heading downstairs and pouring himself the last bit of yesterday's coffee, Jason’s mind couldn't help but drift back to you. He wondered if you’d have followed his advice, and if you’d be hungover right now. You’d been so kind to him the day before, and he thought maybe it’d be nice to return the favor and check up on you. Plus, he needed to return your baking tray and coffee pot anyway. Which reminded him — he still had a few pieces of your brownie left.

He opened the fridge and grabbed the tray, munching on one of the brownies while he rummaged through a cardboard box for some kitchen utensils. Your brownie was soft but dense, with a strong chocolate taste and a crisp shell that was just amazing. She must be really good at cooking, he thought, a bit impressed. Even though Jason could take care of himself, cooking definitely wasn’t one of his talents.

He finally found a plate and put the remaining brownies on it before washing your stuff. Once everything was nice and clean, he quickly went back upstairs to change his clothes, then headed over to your house and rang the doorbell.

It didn’t take you long to answer. Your eyes lit up with excited surprise when you saw him, and a smile spread across your lips. You were wearing a pretty little dress, your cheeks slightly flushed and breathing a bit fast, making him wonder if you had rushed downstairs to answer the door.

“Good morning,” you smiled, and he cleared his throat, suddenly aware he’d been staring at you a bit too long.

“Hey,” he said, his voice still a bit rough from yesterday’s tiredness. “Uh... I brought back your stuff.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, quickly taking the baking tray and coffee pot from his hands.

“So, you’re feeling okay? No hangovers?” he asked with a soft smile. You blushed a bit, probably still embarrassed about last night, but shook your head with a small smile.

“No hangovers. Took a long, warm bath and drank a lot of water, just like you said,” you giggled, and he chuckled. “Sorry about last night, by the way.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, then hesitated. He knew he should get back to unpacking, but he couldn’t help but think he should return your kindness from the day before somehow. If Jason was any good at cooking, he might have invited you over for lunch, but he knew he couldn’t cook anything that wasn’t too plain for a guest. “So, do you know of any cool restaurants around? I’d like to treat you to a meal, you know, as thanks for the brownies and the coffee. They really saved my day.”

“Did you like it?” you asked, excitement shining in your eyes as you smiled. Jason nodded, a small smile on his lips. “Oh, I’m so happy! I don’t know if there are any restaurants open today, though. Everybody’s at church or at home, but Joe’s Diner might be open if we’re lucky.”

“Well, I don’t know much about the town yet, but we can head over there for lunch if you’d like.”

“Oh, anything beats staying home all day,” you joked, and he wondered how many Sundays you'd spent alone since losing your parents. A knot twisted uncomfortably in his stomach, but he pushed it aside. He didn’t want to pity you, but he couldn’t help feeling a need to protect you, to shield you from a grief you shouldn’t be facing at such a young age.

If taking you out to lunch could help, then he was glad he'd invited you.

“Okay, then,” he said. “I’ll get back to unpacking my stuff, but we could grab my car later and head to the diner. Pick you up at one?”

“One? You sure eat late,” you frowned, and he chuckled.

“How about half past noon?”

“That’s better,” you smiled.

“Alright. See you in a bit,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face to match your excited one.

☆

Jason showed up right on time at your door, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, his short brown hair neatly combed. You had swapped your dress for jeans too, pairing them with a cute black tank top.

"Hey, we’re matching," you said when you saw him. He blinked, looking a bit confused before noticing you were both wearing pretty much the same thing.

"We really are. Want me to change or something?" he asked, a soft smile matching the warmth of his blue eyes. 

“No way. You look good,” you replied, making him chuckle softly. 

"Well, you look awesome too. Let's go, then, I'm starving," he said as he walked to his car, a big, black pickup truck. You raised your eyebrows, curious; the truck was brand new and clearly expensive, totally different from the battered old pickups you usually saw around town. Money clearly wasn't as tight for Jason as it was for you, which only made you more intrigued about him.

You walked over to his car and hopped into the passenger seat, feeling a bit hesitant. Being in a car still felt weird after the accident that took your parents' lives, but you didn't want to turn down Jason's kindness. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and dry mouth.

"You alright?" Jason asked, his blue eyes studying your face with a curious look. You nodded, forcing a smile to hide your discomfort.

"Just hungry."

The ride to Joe’s Diner was calm and nice. You showed Jason the way to Main Street and then to the diner, pointing out all the shops and spots you thought he might like. Jason was easy to talk to; he seemed genuinely interested in what you were showing him and in getting to know Oak Ridge better, which made you happier than you expected. You usually warmed up to people quickly, and his calm, laid-back nature was a pleasant surprise, a nice balance to your eagerness to help and please.

"There it is," you said as you both pulled up to Joe’s Diner and Jason looked for a place to park. The place was a small, old building with red brick walls. A neon sign displayed the name of the diner, but the lights were off since it was still daytime. A small "open" sign hung from the glass door, and you sighed with relief. Joe didn’t always open up on Sundays; Oak Ridge was a quiet place, even quieter on weekends, but as your stomach rumbled softly, you were just glad it was open. "It’s not much, but I swear the food is awesome."

"I can’t wait to try it," Jason smiled, and you giggled softly before hopping out of the car.

The first thing that hit you when you opened the diner’s door was the mouthwatering smell of fresh-brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. You stepped onto the black-and-white checkered floor, smiling softly as an AC/DC song played on the old jukebox by the window. The place was empty, except for Maggie, Joe’s wife, behind the counter in her pale blue dress and white apron. She smiled when she saw you, her eyes flickering with curiosity when she noticed your company. Her graying hair shone like silver in the warm sunlight streaming through the windows.

“Go grab a table; I’m just gonna say hi to Maggie,” you told Jason, and he nodded, picking a spot to sit. You sauntered over to the counter, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Hey, Maggie. Where’s Joe?”

“Oh, hello, dear. Joe’s in the kitchen,” she said, smiling as she grabbed a mug and poured you some coffee. You wrapped your hands around the mug, savoring the warmth. “Who’s that handsome stranger over there? Family?”

“Oh, that’s Mr. Newsted. He bought the house right next to mine — the one that used to be Mr. Parson’s,” you explained. “I’m just showing him around town.”

“You’re such a good girl,” she said warmly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason before leaning in and whispering, “If he does anything weird, you tell me or Mrs. Fischer, alright?”

“Thanks, Maggie, but he seems nice,” you chuckled.

“I know he does, but you’re a young girl living all by yourself… We look out for each other around here, so if you need anything, just let me know,” she said.

"Well, I think I'm gonna need a cup of your wonderful coffee for Mr. Newsted over there," you grinned. "And you know I'm gonna want that delicious meatloaf with fries on the side again, right?"

"Sure thing, honey. Just go sit down with your friend, and I'll bring it over in a jiffy. Oh, and..." Maggie hesitated, and you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I know you might not want to hear this, but... Ethan's been asking around about you. Said he wants to see you if you ever showed up. I'm sorry, babe. I know you don't want to hear about him, but I figured you should know," she finished, apologetically.

"It's alright, Maggie. Thanks for letting me know. But I'm not... I really don't want to see him right now," you said, trying to muster a smile despite the annoyance creeping into your mood at Maggie's words — not at her, but at Ethan, your ex-boyfriend. You were getting tired of his persistent attempts to contact you, even though you'd made it clear you were done with him. "Sorry he bothered you with this."

"Oh, honey, it's not your fault. He really messed things up with you," Maggie replied as she refilled your mug with fresh coffee and poured another cup for Jason. "Don't stress about it, alright? Just enjoy your lunch. I'm sure things will work out."

You gave Maggie a soft smile, taking both coffee mugs and making your way to the table Jason had picked out. It was right by the window, sunlight streaming in through the red curtains and casting gentle patterns on the wooden tabletop.

"Hey. Brought coffee," you grinned, sliding into the seat opposite Jason, who was deep in concentration studying the menu. He looked up, returning your smile and reaching for the coffee mug.

"Thanks, dear," he said appreciatively, and you felt a slight blush creep onto your cheeks at the casual way he used the nickname. He offered you the menu. "You wanna pick?"

"Oh, I already know what I'm getting. How about you?" you asked.

"I think I'm gonna go for the cheeseburger with fries on the side," he replied, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "And how about dessert later? I noticed they've got apple pie. We could split a slice."

"Sounds good," you smiled.

Before long, Maggie swung by your table to take your orders. You properly introduced her to Jason, and as they chatted, it became clear that being a people person was definitely part of his personality. While Maggie seemed a bit wary at first — typical Oak Ridge resident behavior around newcomers — soon enough, she was chatting and laughing with Jason as if they were old pals.

"So," you began as we waited for your lunch to arrive, "what are your plans for the week? You gonna hunt for a job or anything?"

"Oh, no, thank God," Jason smiled, shaking his head softly, and you giggled. "I'm just gonna start composing some new music, I reckon. Wanna give solo work a shot this time."

"This time?" you asked, intrigued. "You mentioned you were in a band, right? What was that like?"

"Messy," he replied, with a slight frown. You blinked, trying to decipher the expression on his face. He looked troubled, but you knew it wasn't directed at you, which made you wonder what could have driven him to leave his old band. "That's why I needed to be somewhere quieter, I suppose."

"Was it really that rough?" you asked in a hushed tone. He met your gaze, taking in your concerned expression and offering you a reassuring smile.

"It wasn't all bad. For one, it lined my pockets enough to do whatever I pleased after I left," he chuckled. "But... We had our share of issues. Eventually, it all became too much, so I had to step back."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you whispered, and he chuckled with a smile.

"Don't sweat it. I'm happier now that I'm out of that mess. Plus, I got to meet the coolest neighbor ever," he joked, and you laughed softly. "I just... I wanna start fresh, you know? Glad I could give myself the chance."

Your conversation was briefly interrupted as Maggie brought your food — cheeseburger and fries for Jason and your beloved meatloaf with some Coke for drinks. You chatted quietly as you dug into our meal, saving room for Maggie's apple pie, which you devoured soon after. Jason insisted on paying for the whole meal, and after a bit of back-and-forth and him reminding you it was his idea to treat you in the first place, you agreed.

As you headed back to his car, an idea popped into your head — there was somewhere you hadn’t shown Jason yet.

“Hey, can we take a little detour before heading home?” you asked as you settled back in the passenger seat. “There’s somewhere I want to show you.”

“Sure, let’s go,” Jason replied, and you smiled. You were starting to like how easygoing and open to your suggestions he was.

As you drove through Main Street, you pointed to a small street right next to the police station.

“Take this street over here,” you said, and Jason turned the car wheels. The few commercial buildings quickly gave way to houses, and then, as always happens if you follow a path in Oak Ridge long enough, the street turned into a dirt road surrounded by trees. Houses became more spread out, and soon you reached a fork in the road. One way led down to some farms and properties, the other up a small hill through a denser part of the woods. “We’re almost there, just go up this path,” you directed.

“Alright. You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going?” Jason asked with a small smile, his blue eyes glued to the road ahead. You giggled.

“You’ll see.”

You drove up the hill for a while on a narrow, twisty path that might’ve been tricky for an inexperienced driver, but Jason handled it just fine. Finally, after a few minutes of climbing, you reached the top, a little spot with a couple of pine trees and a wooden bench in the middle. Jason parked the car, and you hopped out.

“Come on,” you said with a smile, running up to the bench under the trees. Jason followed, grumbling about having to climb the rest of the way on foot. You laughed as a soft breeze messed up your hair. “Come on, old man, you can do it.”

“I’m trying. Sorry I don’t have your energy, kid,” he muttered with a mock-annoyed look. “I’m not used to the outdoors anymore.”

“I’m not a kid,” you huffed, and he laughed, a bit out of breath.

“And I’m not an old man,” he shot back.

“Well, you sure are looking like one. Don’t people in LA ever go for a walk?” you teased, and he laughed huskily. You grabbed his wrist. “Come see this.”

You both walked over to the wooden bench, and you turned to Jason, putting your hands on his shoulders before using him to help you climb up on the bench, standing on it.

“Careful,” Jason said, tensing up as he held your waist firmly, his rough palm brushing against the skin between your tank top and jeans. You chuckled, feeling warmth spread through you as your heart raced, his touch sparking a fire in your belly that you didn’t know could exist.

“I’m good,” you assured him, offering your hand to help him climb up onto the bench beside you. “Let’s go.”

“Do I really have to?” he joked, but he took your hand and pulled himself up with your help to stand on the bench next to you.

“Check it out,” you said, pointing downhill where the whole town sprawled out before you. From up here, you could pretty much see everything in the more urban part of Oak Ridge, which wasn’t all that big. Jason made a low impressed noise. “See over there? That’s Joe’s Diner,” you gestured to the red brick building that seemed tiny from this height. “And that’s the police station… And down there, in that tree-lined path, we can’t spot the houses from here, but that’s our street.”

“That’s awesome,” he murmured, his voice low as he took in all the sights you’d pointed out. “How’d you find this spot?”

“Just some hometown know-how,” you quipped, and he chuckled, his blue eyes meeting yours warmly. “Actually… My parents used to bring me here all the time. But I haven’t been in ages. It’s kinda tough to get here without wheels.”

“If you ever wanna come back here, just give me a holler. I’ll bring you,” he said gently, his voice tinged with a kindness that made you blush a bit.

“Thanks, Mr. Newsted.”

“You can call me Jason, remember?”

“Thanks, Jason,” you chuckled. He grinned before returning his gaze to the view ahead of you.

“So, got any other hidden gems to show me?” he gestured toward a bunch of trees near the white building you knew was the town church. “Is that a pool?” he asked, and you stretched up on your tiptoes for a closer look, spotting a square of water nestled among the trees. 

“Yeah, that’s the Recreation Club. It’s pretty cool. My folks used to take me there all the time, but…” your voice trailed off as you spoke. You didn’t want to dwell on it, on how your life was like a museum of places your family had been but weren’t anymore. Even something as simple as a spot you used to frequent as a kid was now just a distant memory. “Couldn’t keep up with the membership fees after they passed,” you explained, glancing up at Jason with eyes that tried to hide your sadness. When your gaze met his, you found nothing but understanding there.

“C'mere,” he said, pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you. 

The sudden embrace caught you off guard, but soon you relaxed into it like it was second nature. He was warm and unexpectedly gentle, and you realized maybe that’s what you’d been craving all this time: warmth, and gentleness. He pulled back, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Let’s head back home.”

[elaho]

Stardew Valley MBTI x Enneagram: Sebastian

Following my previous posts about the Stardew marriage candidates and their MBTI types, I've been learning more about Enneagram, how it pairs with MBTI, and how it changes some of the typical characteristics of each type.

The Enneagram and MBTI complement each other wonderfully, providing greater depth and understanding of how a person interacts with the world [Cognitive Functions] and their motivations why [Core Desire/Core Fear].

Here are my thoughts on Sebastian's MBTI and Enneagram.

Sebastian - INTP 5w4: “The Iconoclast”

“INTP 5w4 are very sufficient people. They pride themselves on being competent and self-sufficient. They strive to achieve this by gathering as much knowledge as they can. Thus, INTP 5w4 tries to avoid relying too much on others for anything. They are on a constant quest to discover as much as they can from the world and their various projects.” – Personality Hunt

Sebastian’s Core Desire: To be self-sufficient and significant

The core desire of the INTP 5w4 is to be self-sufficient. They want to stand out and be recognized for what they know and can do. Gaining knowledge and expertise is one way they do this, but they also want to be seen as unique and one-of-a-kind.

While Sebastian's core desire might not be obvious at first glance, after he gets to know the farmer a bit more, he starts to open up and share more intimate details about himself, albeit subtly. Apart from his dialogue, his chilly demeanour towards the farmer [at first] and his reluctance to attend community festivals indicate his desire for independence and individuality.

"If I just disappeared would it really matter?"

“I've always felt like an underdog. But the challenge will just make me stronger.”

“Once I've saved up enough money, I'm going to head out on my own... to the city and beyond. Just me and my bike.”

“I often felt unappreciated back home... but here I feel like I really belong. Thanks for making me feel welcome, Farmer.”

Sebastian’s Core Fear: Becoming incompetent [and needing to rely on others]

The core fear of the INTP 5w4 is becoming incompetent. They want to maintain their independence and live life on their own terms. They dread having their autonomy or identity taken away by depending on other people or systems for their needs.

For the same reasons why he doesn't share his core desire outright, Sebastian has difficulty sharing his weaknesses for fear of being seen as incompetent. However, once he feels safe sharing, we see him slowly reveal his fear of becoming dependent.

“You know, if I'd gone to college I'd probably be making six figures right now... but I just don't want to be part of that corporate rat race, you know?”

"Why ruin the potluck? Hmm… I guess some people feel liberated when the rigid structures of society break down a little. Maybe I'm weird."

“I wonder what's for dinner tonight... *grumble*” “I should learn how to cook. That would be useful.”

“I don't want to get soft now that I'm a married guy. Maybe I should start eating more hot pepper and working out? Just an idea...”

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How Enneagram 5w4 changes typical INTP behaviour:

New Strengths

1. Interest in Art or Music

Because of their 4 wing, INTP 5w4s might be interested in art or music. However, whether it's a major passion for them or just a side hobby will depend on the strength of their wing.

We certainly see Sebastian's interest in music with his synthesizer skills; however, we also see art among his other niche hobbies, such as reading fiction, creating interesting snowmen, and even carving daggers out of obsidian.

Examples:

"I built a snowgoon but Demetrius made me get rid of it.” “Hey, me too. There's nothing like a good fiction to push the boundaries of the imagination.” “The show went well. I was kind of nervous beforehand, but once we went up on stage I just kinda got into the zone.”

“Is that obsidian? This is exactly what I've been looking for... I'm gonna see if I can shape it into a dagger.”

2. More Sensitive

Depending on the strength of their wing, INTP 5w4s might also have a sensitive side. This doesn't just apply to emotions, but a sensitivity to the environment and the 'vibes' it gives off. Thanks to their 4 wing, INTP 5w4s will likely have a more developed inferior function [Extroverted Feeling - Fe]; however, they will almost always put logic first.

Examples:

"Don't make fun of me... but I've never really had a girlfriend before.”

“Hey... It's been a year since we started dating, remember? It's been the best year of my life...”

“Demetrius has been all wound up because of [Maru’s] wedding, it's been pretty tense around the house.”

“My mom's freaking out, but I'm actually kind of enjoying this…I'm gonna stay here to try and keep her calm, though.”

“I come here for the peace and quiet.”

“I like winter but I do feel bad for all the cold animals out there. I guess they're used to it, though... like me.”

3. More Inclined to Learn on Their Own

Both type 5s and INTPs are passionate about learning, making the combination of both types make INTP 5w4s even more likely to dive into things independently and make tremendous progress. In fact, many self-taught professionals who have made major strides in their careers have been INTP 5w4s.

This is because type 5 wants to be self-sufficient and type 4 wants to be independent, meaning most 5w4s prefer to learn and obtain new information independently and without needing external initiative.

Examples:

"What are you trying to say... I need to work out? Well, I'm more of a 'nimble' guy... Maybe I'll read the first half.”

“I did some work on the laptop today. I was actually brainstorming some ideas for a game I want to make. With your farming income, I can afford to do what I want with my life. It's pretty amazing. Thank you.”

"I do freelance work as a programmer."

“*yawn*... I was up until 3 reading this new book...”

4. Outward Show of Affection

INTPs aren't the most natural or comfortable at outwardly expressing affection. Expressing affection or emotion can be challenging and awkward for INTPs due to Extroverted Feeling [Fe] being the lowest in their function stack. However, because their Fe is slightly more developed due to their wing, INTP 5w4s will be slightly better at it.

Sometimes this can take the form of writing or poetry, but regardless of the method, the partners of INTP 5w4s will certainly receive more outward expressions of love and affection.

Examples:

"Hey, another rainy day... perfect. You look cold... here, come closer.”

“Hey. Look at me. Never forget that I love you... you're everything to me. Now go make us some money.”

“Hey... come here. You look great today.”

5. More Isolated

INTP 5w4s are very introverted, even more so than 5w6s. Because of this, they tend to self-isolate frequently and require much more time alone than typical introverts. Because their minds are running at top speed 24/7, they need extra time to spend on their hobbies or interests or simply be alone to decompress.

Without sufficient alone time, they can become stressed, overwhelmed, or worst-case scenario, suffer a mental breakdown. This doesn't mean they don't need or want relationships, however. It simply means their introversion typically requires them to spend more time alone than with others.

Examples:

"I'm glad the path to the railroad tracks is open again. I like going up there when I feel like being alone...Which is often.”

"Why don't you tell me about your day when we're in bed tonight? I'm kind of busy right now..."

“You don't ever have to worry about me. I like to spend a lot of time alone.”

“The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

“I couldn't sleep last night so I went for a night ride on the motorcycle. I need to stay independent, even though we're married. That's just how I am. I still love you, though.”

New Weaknesses

1. More Detached

If INTP 5w4s don't find the right balance of alone and social time, they can quickly spiral from needing alone time to discarding their relationships entirely. This will ultimately cause harm to both the INTP 5w4 and those who care about them, sometimes causing irreparable damage.

On the other hand, sometimes INTP 5w4s can get so caught up in hobbies or intellectual pursuits that they forget to take care of practical things - like eating or doing laundry. While typical INTPs often struggle to meet their practical needs, INTP 5w4s increased tendency to detach makes this even worse.

Examples:

"I don't really need friends. You're the only person I need in my life. Is that weird? I guess I'm not like most people."

"When I take walks I do my best to avoid everyone. I hate being pressured into small talk."

“If you need to go see your friends in town, go ahead. I like being alone, anyways.”

"Sorry, I didn't make any dinner. We might have a frozen pizza in the fridge or something. I dunno, my mind was elsewhere. It's hard to remember to do chores...”

2. Extremely Stubborn

"INTP 5w4s will be a lot more stubborn than typical INTPs. 5w4s brings with it some core values that they live by.

Thus, INTP 5w4 will hold on to those values and resist any attempt to sway them. While this makes them less likely to be people-pleasers, it can also hold them back in many ways.

It might also make them believe that their point of view is always the right one." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

"Ugh... Tomorrow is the worst festival of the year by a mile. Just wait and see how stupid I look during the flower dance.”

“Oh... tomorrow's the flower dance, isn't it? Do we have to go? I hate wearing that ridiculous tight jumpsuit. Why does Lewis make us do this?”

[At the Flower Dance] “Ugh...” [At the Flower Dance] “I didn't come here by choice.”

[At the Flower Dance, Married] “Maybe we can sit this one out, since we’re old married people now?”

[At the Flower Dance, Married] “You're the only reason I came all the way out here...”

3. More Subjective

INTPs are typically rational people, but because of their wing, INTP 5w4s will look at things more subjectively than usual. Depending on the strength of their 4 wing, they may hold on to certain sentiments or ideas even after they've been proven wrong.

Sebastian seems to hold negative sentiments about living in Pelican Town; however, after befriending the farmer, he starts to see things from a different perspective, allowing him to start changing his mind about living long-term in Stardew Valley.

Examples:

"Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

“You probably prefer the small-town life, huh?”

"Well, I'm trying to save up so I can move out of here. Probably to the city or something.”

“The city used to draw me in... but now I'm finding myself happier at home in the valley.”

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INTP 5w4s as Melancholics

"The melancholy temperament is often a perfect fit for the INTP 5w4 because of their similarities. Melancholics are often described as intense, smart, and a bit pessimistic. INTP 5w4s are intense people. This is down to their analytical tendencies. The presence of their wing also makes them emotionally intense. However, this is suppressed." –Personality Hunt

Examples:

"I was thinking... people are like stones skipping over the water. Eventually we're going to sink."

“I dunno where I'd be without you... probably in a ditch somewhere.”

“Why does everyone like Maru so much? Sure, she's smart and friendly, but don't they realize it's all just an attention-grabbing scam.”

“What's the point of going outside? I've already seen it all.”

“I was *this* close to moping in bed the entire day. Kinda wish I had, now.”

“Nothing surprises me anymore... nothing makes me laugh. Yeah, I know... I'm being a little dramatic.”

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Conclusion

Sebastian is an interesting character to analyze. His loner attitude and self-isolating tendencies were challenging for me to decipher. Was he just being this way to be 'edgy', to 'stand apart' from the crowd, or was his behaviour part of his core personality? After looking through the game events and all his pre- and post-marriage dialogue, I believe both sentiments are true.

Sebastian's Enneagram type 5 desire for self-sufficiency, his wing 4 desire for individuality, and his MBTI cognitive strengths as an INTP, all explain why he acts the way he does - at least, in part. His transformation in-game isn't as dramatic as someone like Shane; however, we see him open up more and start finding his place in the world - away from that dark, windowless basement and toxic birth family.

With support from the farmer, he becomes a more positive, more devoted and affectionate partner, who, paradoxically, starts asserting true independence [such as quitting smoking] without abandoning the connections that matter to him most.

Do you agree that Sebastian is an INTP 5w4? If not, what type do you think he is? Let me know your thoughts in the comments :)

--------------------------------------------------------------------- References:

Personality Hunt: INTP 5w4 - The Complete Guide

[ganxiously]

I sat down to write after a week of exams and I'm sorry to tell you this but either this fic is making out of here or I am because why the fuck am I simulating a fictional character's breakup this hard? Like I am this 🤏 close to trying to bake my feelings away.

The three little paragraphs that are making me want to order flour and butter, for your reference —

From the moment he steps into the station, it is clear that Eddie has warned everyone off because there is a too deliberate sense of normalcy around. As he climbs into the loft, Chimney doesn’t even look up from where he’s riffling through the fridge. Hen’s voice as she wishes him good morning is calm and casual and Bobby just smiles at him and asks him to lay the table. On any other day, there would be questions as to why he is late especially since he has been early for nearly six months now, Tommy dropping him off on the way to Harbour more often than not. He lets it be, a little thankful that they at least seem to be leaving him alone for the time being and when the first alarm rings, he lets himself be pulled in by the familiar adrenaline rush. He rappels down a cliffside, fights back an angry dog that considers them a threat to its unconscious owner and gets to use the jaws to cut off a car door. It’s a good shift, all things considered, but shifts only last for so long. He gets home, doesn’t even think about much, exhausted as he is, switches on the light and gets absolutely blindsided by the deluge of memories that threaten to drag him under. It’s like a warzone, except not. Except the destruction is only in his head and his heart. His kitchen and dining area look pristine and untouched — warm under the yellow lights and you wouldn’t believe what went down here the other night, how spectacularly Buck’s life fucking imploded on itself if it weren’t for the skewed barstools at the kitchen islands. They stand there, pulled out to accommodate their bodies and angled towards each other, damning evidence of a conversation cut short. He can almost see him and Tommy there and he has to wonder if that’s all he’s ever going to see when he looks, morbid little nuclear shadows imprinted into his home by the strength of his grief. He can’t stand his kitchen right now but he also doesn’t want to move away into the living room. It’s where everything ended yes, but a foot from it is where it all began, two fingers under his chin, chapped lips on his and Buck was never the same again. He got rewritten line by line in the confines of this space, a morning here and an evening there — laughing together at the dining table or Tommy perched on a stool while Buck cooked, fiddling with and misplacing his spices and vegetables until he handed him an unused ladle with an exasperated huff. Maybe it’s fate then that Tommy broke his heart here as well, a full circle just a little off.

[sugawhaaa]

Junhan x reader

Shy little bunny~

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity.

Genre:smut (ish?)

Warnings: suggestive at the end

A/N: this is my first time posting smth a little spicy but I just wanted to see how it'd turn out if I did post it 😋

It was a rainy Saturday night in xdinary heroes dorm but instead of getting bummed out by the sad weather you and the boys decided to make a big meal together. Loads of side dishes, of rice, seaweed soup, noodles, spring rolls etc and some spicy chicken legs that were the main attraction of tonight. You and your boyfriend Junhan were on Ramen and rice duty. The kitchen was quite the disaster from Seungmins talented cooking skills to Jooyeon's sad attempt at not burning the spring rolls. The kitchen was a mess but it was filled with laughter. After all the chaos was over with, you and the gang sat down at a food loaded table with the scent of delicious flavor flowing through the dorms. After everyone got together and did a big cheers with their glasses of whine, pop and water you started digging in.

After everyone was overflowing with food in their stomachs it was time for dessert which was a homemade cake you and Junhan had baked last night. Gaon put candles on it (for whatever reason) while Gaon was carefully loading up the cake with rainbow candles Seungmin turned to you (a little tipsy)

"Hey uh Y/N what's that strange mark on your neck?" He said pointing his fork towards your lower neck and Junhan choked on his water. You turned your head to look at him, and your face began to flush "Oh look there's two of em" Seungmin said looking closer and squinting a bit

"AHEM what's the verdict on those candles Jiseok becauseIreallydon'twannakeeptalkingabout this" you awkwardly laughed

"Almost done," Jiseok said, sticking in a few more candles with the tip of his tongue hanging out in focus. Then o.de turned to Gunil asking him if he also saw the marks on your neck. Junhan swiftly wrapped his arm around your neck to cover the marks up. It was pretty obvious what they were and considering the walls are rather thin in these dorms they probably heard some… noise last night. But you still found it difficult to talk to the other members about you and Junhan's relationship.

"It's called a hickey O.de," Gunil said nonchalantly, causing your face to heat up.

"What's a hickey?" O.de asked dumb founded

"Well when two people love each other-" Just as Gunil was about to start his very embarrassing and awkward lesson Jungsu turned the lights out

"Alright! Let's look at this wonderful candle show you set up for us Gaon" Jungsu said, walking over to the cake with a lighter. The cake was a little…deformed due to the amount of wax candles shoved in it but when lit on fire it was a little hard to notice the difference. After blowing out the candles Jungsu went to turn the lights back on when there was a big woosh. Everyone stopped eating.

"What was that?" Jooyeon asked with a mouth full of cake. Jungsu flicked the light switch back and forth.

"Just as I thought, powers out"

The boys sighed and groaned in disappointment.

"Awe I wanted to watch a movie tonight" jooyeon said sadly

"I have a USB with some movies on it," Junhan said shyly looking down at his plate "I dunno if you'll like any of them though" Junhan looked up to see you and all the boys wide eyed and excited. So you and XH got out some blankets, pillows and snacks. While everyone was setting up, Junhan hooked up the USB to the TV and started looking through the movies.

"Okay so we can either watch Epic, the My Hero Academia movie, scream or a barbie movie?" And as soon as Junhan said Barbie everyone started cheering for Barbie so Junhan stuck it on and everyone got cuddled up together to watch fairytopia. Everyone was making jokes about it and genuinely enjoying it and it was actually very fun.

~Spice~

Near the end of the movie you set your hand on Junhan's thigh. He didn't show much of a reaction so you decided to rub your hand up and down his thigh. Again there was not much of a reaction besides a very quick glance to your hand. You eyed the other boys to make sure they weren't looking at you or Junhan so you slide your hand further up his leg and just a little to the left. That's when you finally achieved your goal. A quiet little moan came from his lips. Considering he is anything but vocal when you two are being intimate this was quite the surprise.

He shuffled a bit in his seat but you just kept following his crotch with your hand. Despite it being quite dark you could see him harshly biting his bottom lip to suppress his sounds. He finally admitted defeat and stopped trying to squirm out of your grasp. You took a moment to let him think you were done teasing him but to his surprise you lifted your palm up and slowly pressed it back down along his length. He covered his mouth quietly and threw his head back. You could feel him getting harder under your grip but you got snapped back to reality.

"Oh yeah I forgot to ask, does everyone have flash lights for tonight? The power will probably be out for a while, "Gunil said, turning to look at everyone on the couch. Everyone nodded their heads or said something like "yeah" but neither you nor Junhan replied. "Junhan? Y/N?" He asked looking over at us

"Yeah we're good-ah!" As Junhan was replying you decided to test him and move your hand up and down his crotch quickly. Gunil just gave him a weird look and shrugged

"Okay" and with that everyone went back to watching the movie. After that you decided to leave Junhan alone and you put your hand back on his thigh.

After the movie was finished everyone was talking to each other about the movie. Making more jokes and talking about the weather etc.

"Jeez it's 8 and I'm so tired" jungsu sighed

"How about we all go to my room and play some games! Doesn't that sound fun?" Seungmin said excitedly and everyone agreed except for you and Junhan.

"You guys wanna join or?" Asked Gaon

"Um, I'm good. How about you Junnie?" You said politely before turning to look at Junhan to await his response.

"I'll hang back too, thank you for asking though," He smiled. Gaon just shrugged and said "okay" before walking away with the others. Now it was just you and Junhan left sitting on the couch. You both waited to hear the door to O.de's room latch as soon as you both heard it clicked you looked at each other. Junhan grabbed a pillow off the floor and smacked you in the back of the head with it.

"Gah! What was that for!" You shouted

"I could ask you the same question," he huffed. You laughed "Giving me a clothed handjob while Jungsu was sitting right next to you!"

"Well you're speaking rather negatively about something you were clearly enjoying," you said leaning closer to him. He tried forming a sentence but it just turned into a stuttering mess before he sighed. That's when you found your hand in a familiar location. On his inner thigh. Was he stammering over such a simple touch? He really is sensitive. You could greatly use this to your advantage.

"Well even if I did enjoy it, we already did this last night! Two nights in a row… I don't know if that's a good idea," Junhan said avoiding eye contact

"It's a weekend, it's fine," you said gently, pushing him down by the chest. As his dark brown eyes scanned your face and body they started to fill with lust.

"I guess, you're right" he said clearly, focusing on you and not what he was saying. You leaned down to give him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around your neck as you two passionately kissed. You then brought your hand back down to the zipper of his jeans and started unzipping them. Junhan started to smile into the kiss.

"The members are gonna have a lot of questions tomorrow," he chuckled.

[tinyidle]

༻༻༻last day 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺

Only Mine, My Darling - JWY

one day i just thought, mommy wooyoung sounds nice. he can cook, he said that whomever becomes his partner will practically do nothing; that's traditional mommy material, right? plus, the way he'd fu- anyway, enjoy my first ever wooyoung fic!

wc: 2.4k

WARNING: smut, implied fluff, kind of kinky ngl (semi tw: slight cnc mentions it's just hair pulling dw consent is key!!), fwb with a twist, teasing, bdsm, light biting (not much), toy usage, fellatio, overstimulation, doggystyle, begging, praise, protected sex (we love it), mommy!wooyoung, soulmate!wooyoung, kind of meandom!wooyoung it was hard ngel, fem reader, subby reader (she gets nicknamed 'darling' and 'precious' almost simultaneously), aftercare implication, fiction

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of all the partners you've ever had, none of them could compare to wooyoung. wooyoung is your best friend, your first friend, your first kiss, your first love, and your first time. you loved him and he loved you. you shared the same apartment, and frequently stayed in the same bed. you both even considered marrying one day, planning out your finances together and wedding rings. you were that down bad for each other.

what kept you two from actually calling yourselves an item, however, was your needs to date. you both loved dating other people: seeing new people and experiencing how others would be like for you two gave you a thrill. everybody knew that you were soulmates, even your partners and yourselves, but you couldn't give up the fun of dating just yet-- thus the weird yet sensical relationship you had going on with your best friend.

one thing was understood between you two: no sexual partners. 'romantic' partners, sure, but no shagging other people. not only was this for overall health reasons, but you guys knew that from the time you wrapped your arms around each other in more than a friendly way, you both knew that you had to have each other and only each other. sure, you had sex with other guys after and he with other girls, but it never felt as good as with each other. plus, wooyoung helped you understand your likes and dislikes, as well as kinks.

stepping into the apartment, you plopped yourself down on the couch, waiting patiently before you saw wooyoung come out the hallway. as he headed to the kitchen, you got up and kissed his cheek. "hello beautiful," you greeted as he hugged you before entering into the kitchen. his face turned bright red from your flirty greeting.

"hello to you too, my other half," he half-joked. after washing his hands and putting on plastic gloves and tying his apron, he started taking out ingredients for dinner. "how was your lunch date?"

thinking back to your previous event, you smiled. "it was amazing. he took me to this wonderful cafe place and he willingly paid for everything. he's funny and can listen very well."

wooyoung smiled as well while listening to you share your date details. he loved hearing about your dates because every time he'd ask it would be the same people you would get with. people who were similar, but not the same, as him. "did he ask to kiss?"

you shook your head, walking up to your friend before whispering in his ear teasingly, "he asked if im a virgin." the small groan that came out wooyoung's mouth signaled both jealousy and arousal. you loved riling him up, especially when you know how possessive he is of you when it came to your body and heart. after you got water form the fridge and went back to the couch, you began asking him questions. "how was your breakfast date, woo?"

the man, now seasoning the meat he was thoroughly preparing, sighed a happy sigh before he spoke. "she was beautiful. bright eyes, pretty lips, and she made me laugh a couple times."

as much as wooyoung liked hearing about the attributes of your dates, you also liked hearing about his. they always sounded like you, although you always got the better compliments. "did she kiss you? call you a nickname?" you further inquired as you opened your water bottle to drink.

chuckling lightly, wooyoung put the meat in a plastic bag and let it embrace the seasonings put onto it before turning to you with a small smirk. "she kissed my cheek and asked if she could call me daddy."

you almost choked on the water you were drinking, making sure to finish off what you had in your mouth before looking at wooyoung in shock. that's never happened before; the woman's freakier than you expected. "…and what did you say?"

his grin grew wider, "i said sure, but not to get too handsy, since i got someone at home." you let out a breath of relief. of course wooyoung wouldn't break the promise you two vowed to keep-- he was yours after all. "and what did you say to 'mr. virgin man'?" he sarcastically asked as he opened the bag to fully finish seasoning the meat he prepped.

putting your water bottle down as wooyoung discarded the soiled gloves and rewashed his hands, you went up to him and smirked yourself. "i told him that my best friend and current roommate took care of that for me, and that he was real good at dicking me down."

"you dirty girl," wooyoung playfully growled, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips onto yours. after a couple seconds of the passionate peck on the lips, he detached from you and whispered in your ear, "you know why i let that girl call me 'daddy', darling?" you nodded. "why?"

you smiled and looked at wooyoung straight in the eye. "because you're my mommy, and only i get to call you that," you giggled before gasping at the sudden grasp of your ass from your friend.

"that's right, precious," he said. "only you can call me mommy, and only i can touch you like this." wooyoung groped you all around, your body getting warm from his slightly calloused hands as he kissed your face and neck. when he lightly bit the space between your neck and collarbone, you let out an unexpected moan and threw your head back. "mmh, does my darling like mommy biting her?"

you nodded, already becoming too far gone to stand up properly. wooyoung noticed this and quickly lifted you up, carrying you to his room before laying you down with a kiss to the bite mark he left on you. "ill be back, okay darling? ill just put the rest of the food in the slow cooker."

"okay, mommy," you agreed. it probably took about thirty minutes, but it felt like hours to you. after five minutes of waiting, you decided to treat your lover and stripped bare for him, neatly folding up the clothes like he taught you. by minute ten you had on the fluffy 'mommy's precious darling' collar on your neck he bought as a present for you being a good girl for him, leaving the matching socks and toys you next to you on the bed. by minute fifteen you made sure to wipe up all the makeup you had on your face prior and sported a cherry lipgloss, knowing he liked you this way and that things might get messy if you had too much makeup on. twenty minutes have gone by and you were now on your hands and knees, patiently wiggling your ass to the door for your mommy to see.

by the time thirty minutes have come and gone, wooyoung went back to the room to see you. your face was turned to see him, but your head was resting on the pillow to the headboard. your knees propped your bottom up so that he could see how much his kisses and touches affected your cunt. just one bite and he had you wrapped his finger; all because you wanted to get wrapped around his cock.

smirking, the man slowly took off every garment of clothing he had on, cooing towards you as he did so. "my sweet, sweet darling," he doted, earning a mewl from you. "making sure to prepare herself for me. and to have this beautiful ass on display for me, even though you and i both know you want nothing more than for me to fuck your mouth. isn't that right, precious?"

you only mewled louder. "i want to suck your cock, mommy. can i please suck your cock?" the man chuckled at your begging and got on the bed, crawling to where you left a vibrator next to your side. one of his favorites. he took the pink-and-white toy and teasingly rubbed it around your slit, causing you to whimper before moaning at the feeling of it going in your needy center. wooyoung let you adjust to vibrator before grabbing the remote and turning it to level 3. you gasped before whining out. "ahh, fuck mommy. pleaseee," you pleaded as your lover kneaded your hip through the instant pleasure.

he knew how to play with you, and even though you acted extra good today, he wanted you to get the maximum amount of pleasure he could give. helping you lay forward on your stomach, wooyoung moved to your face and held his erect length to your awaiting lips. "you can suck now."

quietly cheering, you took him in your hands and sunk him into your mouth, humming around it from how it felt. the man moaned deeply, watching how enticed you were in taking him. you bobbed your head in a moderate pace, loving how the toy buzzed inside of you. coming up for air, you stroked him as his hand reached down to hold your cheek before tapping it.

"did mommy tell you to stop?" he asked, and your eyes widened as you realized that you might have disobeyed somehow. but it was just your mommy playing with you as he turned the level up on the vibrator from 3 to 4. your eyes fell to the back of your head as you felt yourself cumming on the spot, untouched. wooyoung tsked at the sight. "my precious darling didn't even ask for permission," he sighed as you were coming down from your high.

it took you a while before you found yourself nearly shrieking from the level being turned from 4 to 6. "mommy~" you whined, overstimulation stimulating your every nerves.

"can you make me cum, darling?" wooyoung asked you rather softly, a huge contrast to what he was putting you through. when he saw how you didn't answer and were whining from the slight pain of the vibrator inside, he reminded you, "all you have to do is say one word and it'll all be over." you both knew that with kinks comes proper consent, and even in some situations like this, you had to be safe enough to remember the safe word, which was 'peaches'.

but you wanted this-- you wanted to be ruined before he could even physically ruin you. "i can make you cum, mommy."

wooyoung smiled, knowing that he not only had the best lover in the world, but the best sub in the world. holding you securely by the hair to make sure your head didn't fall backwards, he slowly thrusted in and out your mouth, making sure that it was at a pace you looked comfortable with. overtime he moved faster, with you humming around him again. when you did a particularly harsh suck, wooyoung cursed before letting go into your mouth. you greedily took all you could while clenching onto the now dying toy.

"shit," he exclaimed, taking some time to breathe before helping you pull out the vibrator from your soaking, reddened core and turning it off. "you really know how to suck the soul out of me." you tiredly laughed as he fell on his back onto the mattress. you got up on all fours, looking at how sound and handsome you friend was.

you stayed in that position until deciding to ask whether or not you could go for another round. "please," you begged as you crawled up on top of him. "more."

wooyoung rested his hand on your cheek as you leaned in and nuzzled his neck while his eyes were closed from the dull bliss of his orgasm. "do you really need more, precious?" your answer was a gentle bite to the same spot on his neck that you rested your nose on. "oh," he lightly exclaimed, a bit taken aback by your subtle action. "you want mommy to be rough with you?"

you nodded, hugging him tightly. "i want mommy to make me feel like his," you expressed. with a smile on his face that you could tell was there, wooyoung brought himself up to get a condom by his nightstand and put in on. once he did, he went behind you and held your hips in place.

his hand took his re-erected self and rubbed it on your clenching core as you shuddered with anticipation. "now, mommy's going to make his darling feel good, okay?" you whispered a 'yes mommy', to which he hummed and slowly pushed himself inside you.

each inch deeper set you spiraling in your brain with esch thrust. you needed your mommy to give you your taste of heaven, and you were now getting it. it wasnt long before he began moving, soon picking up his speed as he quickly pushed himself all the way inside. you squealed as he held you still, hips flush to his pelvis, before going at a brutal pace.

you gave out a small cry every time wooyoung pounded you, making his fingers squeeze tight on your hips as he grunted from you squeezing him back. soon you were pushing against him, loving the harsh contact. in fact, your movements became almost uncontrollable, not wanting him to leave you without finishing this intense experience. "im going to cum again," you muttered. "can i please cum on your cock, mommy?"

wooyoung responded by slamming himself hard into you once again. he grabbed your hair, taking you by surprise as you winced at the tugging. however, wooyoung kept fucking you steadily, one hand on your hair as the other held your hip to where you and he connected. "is this okay, darling?"

you moaned out a 'yes mommy' at him as the small sting felt extremely pleasurable. you felt your orgasm coming in waves, and you needed it badly. "im gonna cum," you warned again. wooyoung only fucked you harder, your arms now flat on the bed while he lay on top of you, fucking you a bit slower but much deeper. you could feel him everywhere. "fuck, mommy, it feels too good. please let me cum. let your precious darling cum."

you subconsciously squeezed yourself tighter on wooyoung, causing the man to whimper. "fuck, precious. you can cum." as you did, your lover stuttered in his actions, only pressing himself against your ass one last time to release all that was in him into the condom.

slowly, wooyoung turned both you and he to your sides and pulled himself out of you. considering that he was semi-hard, the emptiness that you felt was chilling as you shuddered. "sorry," he apologized, kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your side, his chest pressed against your back. "i think if we take a shower than this will go away," wooyoung proposed, motioning to his length. "what do you say?"

you let out a satisfactory grin, slightly turning to him and replying, "only if we have a round two in the shower."

[lala3244]

A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY

It was my birthday a few days ago. I never had a surprise birthday party so I decided to give myself a fictional one with our dear Duskwood friends.

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Lilly: Hey! It’s your birthday next week right?

Me: Yes! How do you know? I don’t think I have told you? 

Lilly: I don’t know you might have mentioned it to someone… What are you planning for your birthday?

Me: I don’t think I did but alright… I have the week off and my best friend is coming over today. We will probably stay home. Why?

Lilly: No, I was just wondering. We don’t really know how you live or what you do.

Me: I know, right? I guess with Hannah’s disappearance and the investigation, we didn’t really have time to talk more. How’s Hannah doing?

Lilly: She is doing okay. She gave her statements with the kidnapping and with what happened with Jennifer. She will face some charges but we don’t know what or when.

Me: I understand. I have to go, my friend is here 🙂. I’ll talk to you soon

Lilly: See you!

I put my phone down and run to the front door. I open the door and there she stands. My best friend! I haven’t seen her for months and we have a lot of catching up to do. She enters with her bags, I grab one and show her her room. I let her settle down and get some drinks ready. I set everything down on the coffee table then she joins me on the sofa. I serve her a cup and she smiles at me. “So what have you been up to?” I smile back “Not much. You know I haven’t been working lately. It’s been a bit boring. Except…” And I explain what happened from the beginning with Thomas’ message till the day Jake went to the mine. “So this Jake, he sounds interesting? Have you met him yet?” I shake my head “No and I don’t think I will any time soon.” She scowls “Why?” I shrugged “Well, first of all, we are in different countries from each other and he… I am not supposed to tell but I trust you, he is supposedly wanted by Interpol and other governments so he can’t show himself and lastly I haven’t heard from him since the day in the mine and I don’t even know if he is ok.” She hums “I see. Ah it’s a shame, it looks like you like him.” I blush “Maybe a little but it’s pointless to like him.” She giggles and I change the subject “And you? Do you have anyone” and she proceeded to tell me about her dating life. 

We spend the rest of the evening talking on the sofa, snuggled up under some plaids. We talk late into the night. The next day, we wake up and go shopping for my birthday. She studied cooking in high school and in college. She is making the most beautiful cake I’ve ever seen but I am not allowed to help so I just watch her baking while talking about our lives. Suddenly, she seems pensive then asks “Would you like to meet Jake?” I blush at the question but fortunately she is too concentrated on her baking to notice it which I am glad about. I clear my throat as I am not sure how to answer this and as I am taking too long to answer she looks at me then raises an eyebrow. “I… I… I don’t know…” I lower my eyes. “I guess, yes I would like it but if I do meet him, it means that he hasn’t tried to contact me for months now… I think I would be a bit pissed at him.” She smiles “Did you try to contact him?” I nod and grab my phone. I go into my inbox and click on his name. “Look! For weeks, I sent messages… Never once was he online. I don’t even know if he got out of the mines alright but my friends told me they never found a body and Lilly doesn’t seem worried. So I imagine, I was just a means to an end.” She puts her hand on my arm and I smile at her “Don’t worry, I got over it, my life doesn’t revolve around him.” She hums and returns to her baking. After that discussion, I’ve noticed that she is often on her phone which is not unusual but she looks secretive, which I find really weird. I shrug it off as she is here and I am so happy to not spend my birthday alone. 

The day of my birthday is finally here! My family had sent a lot of presents as they couldn’t be present so I have a few gifts to open! My best friend prepared a breakfast and set it in my garden with some homemade raspberries cupcakes and awesome coffee. We are still in our pyjamas when we hear a group of people walking up the stairs next to my house and garden, they all are speaking in a foreign language and they stop at my garden’s door. I can’t see them because of a shed but I hear my name, I look at my friend and she has the biggest smile plastered on her face, phone in hand then she looks at me with mischievous eyes. She types something on her phone and she stands up. She starts walking over the door where the group is and she turns around “Don’t you want to know who’s behind that door? I think there is a surprise for you.” I frown but I come over. I open the door slowly, a bit suspicious. They all quiet down and look at me then they scream “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”. It took me a few seconds to realise who they were. My brain can’t fathom that my friends from Duskwood are here, in front of me. I don’t say anything while still processing what is going on and my friend nudges on my arm for me to do something. I smile “Hi guys! What are you doing here?” I step towards them and they come forward for a group hug. As everyone is close to me I see a man who stays behind the group with a smile, I wonder who that is. After the hug, everyone pulls away except Jessy who clings to my arm. “Well, we are here for your birthday, of course!” I tighten my grip on her “Really? Where are you staying?” Jessy giggles “We were hoping that you had enough space for all of us. We brought air mattresses and sheets, we are easy!” I laugh, glad about that surprise. I turn to my friend “Did you know about it?” She nods, proud of herself. “Yes, we have been talking for a few days”. “I see, well please come inside” I grab Jessy quickly and whisper “who’s that guy?” She smiles brightly “That’s Jake! He was the one doing all the planning!” She goes inside and Jake is the last one to arrive at the entrance of my house. He stops in front of me.

I look up at his face, I scrutinise every inch of his face, I see a couple of small scars and then I settle on his eyes. They are kind, warm and I could look at them all day. He smiles “Hello, Happy birthday”. I blush a bit “Thank you, Jake.” He smiles wider “You guessed?” I shake my head and laugh “No, I asked Jessy. I didn’t really have time to ponder who you were before you came inside my house.” He laughs, it is a beautiful laugh from a beautiful man. I can’t believe he is here in front of me. We stare at each other for a few seconds but then Lilly comes outside “You have to tell us where we sleep! We’ve already decided who sleeps with whom. But we need the rooms.” I smile at her, I am glad they feel comfortable with me even though it is the first time we are meeting. I follow her inside and Jake follows behind me. I show them the rooms and I tell my best friend that she can sleep with me. She grabs her stuff from the room she was sleeping in and brings it to my room. I turn to Jake who had stayed in the living room. “And what about you?” He shrugs “I can sleep on the sofa if you don’t mind?” “Of course I don’t mind. I will bring you a pillow and some sheets''. I am so flustered by his presence that I stumble on my way upstairs. I join my best friend in my room and yell-whisper. “Oh My GOD! Did you know Jake was coming?!” She bursts out laughing “Yes I knew. He talked to me in private after adding me in the group chat after you’ve told Lilly that I was coming. He wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be too mad at him.” I grab a sheet, a pillowcase and a pillow. “Mmmh, I see.” I go back downstairs and Jake is sitting on my sofa. I put the bedding on the windowsill as he doesn’t need to sleep yet. He smiles at me as a thank you. “Well, here is everything you need. I’m going to change.” I am still wearing my pyjamas and feel a bit self conscious. It is almost summer and it is already warm. I am wearing a short and a large T-shirt but I am not comfortable showing as much skin to people I barely know. I go to the bathroom upstairs and get dressed. 

My friend joins me in the bathroom. “Are you mad at me?” I turn to face her “What do you mean?” She shrugs “about Jake?” I shake my head “No, of course not. If I might be mad at someone it would be him, not you.” I am starting to realise that I am getting mad at him for not texting me at all and also disappointed that nobody else told me he was alive. I try to calm down, they are here, it is the most important. I hear someone coming upstairs and it is Jessy “Hey lovelies! What are you doing up there?” I smile at her, I am so glad to see her “Getting ready, I am almost done.” She smiles back “Good” She turns to my friend and holds her hand out “Can you come with me please? I need to ask you something.” My friend nods and they leave me alone. I wonder what they are planning. I take my time getting ready, I could hear them whispering and laughing quietly then they call me. I join them and I can see some gifts set on the table. They all scream “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and my friend arrives with the cake and a lit candle on it. Jessy says “Make a wish before you blow on the candle!” I make my wish and blow on the candle. They all clap and I go to hug them, thanking them for coming and that is the best birthday ever.

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THE END

[starkidblogs]

Just the Beginning 

Chapter 7

A/n: Happy New Year and very late Christmas! I hope this year has been kind to you and that next year will bring more wonderful surprises. This will be my last fiction post of this year, so i made it longer. I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry for the spelling and grammar errors. I think my dyslexia is getting worse.)

You looked down at the box in front of you. You knew whom it was from, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. You picked it up, taking it back inside, but not before skimming outside to see if Chief was out there. It felt futile as there was nothing but the silence of the night. You sighed, feeling defeated by the loneliness and concern about him.

You walked into the kitchen quietly and sat close to the counter, placing the box and envelope on it. You felt nervous about what it could contain inside. You held your breath for a moment before deciding to open it.

"My dear lady,

I wanted to apologize for our last date. I hope you enjoy this small gift to make it up, for the distress I caused you at the museum. When I saw it, I knew it had to be with you. I had to depart for the moment but rest sure I'll be fine and return as soon as possible.

~Sincerely, your Chief."

You felt your cheek becoming pink, but your mind became curious about what he was thinking after that day. As you carefully open the box, a creek from behind you. Closing the box and hiding the letter, you turned around to find Moe walking toward you. He purred on your leg as you gave a small sigh of relief. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." You said as you picked him up, letting him snuggle in your arms.

"Not only him." A voice came from the darkroom as you turned to see Pigsy. "Oh! I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep." You meekly spoke as Pigsy stared you down. Those minutes felt like hours as you sat at the counter and he was cooking something, and the air felt tense with doubt. You stared down at Moe in your arms till a bowl of noodles was in front of you. Confused, you looked up to see Pigsy, who seemed apologetic.

"I haven't been the best guest since this chaos started." He looked down at the floor before looking up at you. You gave a weak chuckle as you spoke, " Well, I wouldn't put it past you. Everything seems to be falling apart, so it's good to be careful around others." Pigsy sighed, "but it was rude of me to be hostile with you. You appear to be great friends with Sandy, and he knows how to bring the best out in someone." He said, and you nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry for my rude behavior," Pigsy said as he hung his head in remorse. "It's quite alright. I should be thanking you for the amazing foods you made." You smiled as he lifted his head. Pigsy gave a soft grin as you ate. It was a while before you both finished and talked more. Pigsy soon left you alone to go back to sleep.

"Well, Moe, I guess I made a new friend." You talked to the yawning cat. "And it seems to be you getting sleepy too. Come on, let's go." You carried the blue feline and placed him on a soft pillow. After that, you remember the gifted Chief gave you. You went to find the box and envelope staring at it for a bit. "Better now than never." You whisper to yourself as you open the small box.

Inside the box was a teardrop pendant, and the gem was white with blue undertones, held by a silver chain. You were surprised by how it looked. It was so simple, yet it had elegance to it. "What am I going to do with the man?" You chuckled to yourself before putting it on. "Thank you, Chief. I hope you are safe where ever you are…" You said as you wanted to bed, looking outside the window. As you shut your eyes, you felt like someone was at the window before going to sleep, creating the pendant gave a faint glow of neon blue.

~timeskip because of the chaos~

It had been a few days after DBK and his bull clones had taken over the city. You attempted to search for Bai He and her family but weren't able to find them. You tried thinking optimistically, thinking they found shelter someplace safe. Feeling that two of the people you cared for the most could be in danger, you and the gang had taken up the duty to take out as many bull clones as possible, not only for them but for the citizens as well.

Since bull clones target you more than the others, Sandy taught you how to defend yourself, but most time Tang and you stayed in the truck and slammed into them. During the calm moments, you and Tang talked about JTTW and making sense of Mk being the Monkey King's successor.

Other times you cooked with Pigsy and had fun with Mei and Sandy. 'Mk' was unfazed by most things happening, but you included him either way. As well as finishing Chief's suit, having no way to contact him, you kept it safe till you met him again.

Today you guys head back to the noodles shop after getting some supplies. While driving closer, you noticed another Mk driving up to the shop. Unaware of the bull clones gathering closer as he steps out of the tuk-tuk. "Pigsy, step on it!" You wasted little time to say as Pigsy slammed the brakes and collided with the pile of bull clones that were almost bombarding Mk. Everyone came out of the truck and posed in front of mk. He was in awe as he saw the new outfits you crafted for the gang.

"Guys! Ohoh! You guys look so awesome!" He smiled as he got up from the ground, Mei jumping in front of him. You felt proud as Mei had to give him the news of DBK. "Yeah, so um. Some stuff happened while you were away. Got kinda intense." Mei said as she rubbed her head. You could see mk looked a bit confused as he spoke, "But I left you with one of my boys?"

Remembering the Mk inside the food truck, you turned your head towards him while tang gave a sarcastic remark about him. "Oh, he's been super useful." The other Mk spoke in a huff, "I don't know what to tell you, guy."

As he finished his sentence, his body glowed into a golden cloud before exploding into a bunch of hair. ' I guess that's what they meant when they say that's not mk…' you thought, as you Tang and Pigsy became covered in hair. You quickly swipe it off as you hear Mk asking Mei what happened during his time away.

"Well, after you left-" Mei's sentence was interrupted by a cough from tang before he spoke up. "If you'll allow me?" He gave a grin as Mei gave a groan of annoyance but allowed him to continue. Tang continues in a more narrative tone.

"Well, after you left, the bull clones attacked, but they were different. More powerful than before, we believe it all ties back to the demon bull king himself. Mk, he's conquered everything." Hearing this left Mk in shock about the situation. "Where is he? Where's DBK?" Mk asks, giving a serious look. Sandy spoke up as everyone turned towards him and the mountain. "We're not sure, but there's pretty scary noises coming from the mountain." You can see Sandy holding Moe tight.

"We better get going before he finds out Mk is here." You said as you walked towards the truck. Mk was surprised to see you, but he agreed, "yeah, let's ruin DBK parade again!" Everybody was inside as Pigsy slammed on the gas and sped to the mountains, lightning striking down close.

~Meanwhile, in DBK throne room~

In the deep underground, Deamon Bull King watches as his rain over megalopolis. He gave a roaring laugh at how the people coward in fear of the bull clones. DBK switches between the screens of bull clones seeing how empty the street of the city becomes. " Look at how they coward and run! With this power, not even the great sage could not stop me!" DBK heavily breathe, as he felt the power of the canister flowing in him. Princess Iron Fan was behind her husband, disliking his behavior, even after taking over the city.

Something wasn't right.

"Yes, father! We have finally taken our right full place as the rulers of the city!" Redson said as he moved beside her and spoke with pride. He was about laugh, but a warning appeared, catching the attention of everyone. DBK turned to the screen he saw Pigsy food truck heading their way. The computer scanned the beings in the moving vehicles, detecting six screen pops up. It showed Mk, Mei, (Y/n), Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy.

DBK heard the whisper of Lady bone demon in his mind as he saw the image of Mk. "MONKEY KING! COME TO TAKE ME? BIND ME?" He yelled, the image of Mk turned Sun Wukong, "I WILL NOT LET THAT SIMIAN ABOMINATION TRIUMPH AGAIN!" As he roared, PIF became uneasy about how the power was taking over him. It was only seconded till he noticed your image. The present you shifted to your past life.

"If it isn't that persistent pest? I'll be sure that she gets the message this time." He snarled, snapping his finger as bull clones rushed around him. "Be sure she is nothing but dust." Under his voice, he muttered, "I will not, be losing an instrument of my destiny even if he is slipping away from my control."

~ Back to You~

As Pigsy drove on, you realized it was hard to move. What hasn't occurred to anyone was the space in the truck. Everyone was squishing into each other you were under Sandy's arm and the door. "Oh, Mk! This is (y/n)! A friend of mine!" Sandy said as he did his best to make room. "Oh! I remember you!" He said, giving a grin. "Nice to properly meet you. I think, given the situation, it could be better." You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but I guess now then never." You smiled.

"Wait, how did you get involved?" Mk asked curiously, you chuckled nervously, looking away, "A bit of a long story, but I was with Sandy when this started." It wasn't long before you guys reached DBK lair entrance. Lighting was struck on the symbol of the bull king, frightening Moe and causing him to crawl toward you. You held him close to make sure his alright.

Sandy smiled proudly and said, "Alright! what's the plan?" He looked at Mk. Who realized he didn't have a plan. "Uh… I don't know. I was just gonna to wing it?" He said, unsure. You, Mei, and Sandy agreed. "Sounds great! Let's go!" Sandy said as Mei pumped her hand in the air, and you grinned. Mk shook his head, "What! No, I didn't mean you guys too!" He expressed worried about their safety. Tang pushed up his glasses before speaking, "You thought you were going without us?"

Pigsy chuckled, "Mk, we get it. You're the monkey kid. It's your job to fight the bad guys." Sandy chimed in, "But we're your team, little man! And it's our job to get you there!" Mei smiled as she continued Sandy's sentience, "No matter what!" The whole gang had a big grin as they reassured Mk and their decision to fight by his side. Mk was touched, having tears almost spilling out as he turned to everyone and smiled. Before you knew it, the truck was already driving and flying toward the DBK lair.

As Pigsy landed, he swerved around before finding balance. Everyone was swishing around, but another truck appeared behind you and bumped into you guys. Tang flew out of his seat and on to window next to Pigsy as he tried to drive. As tang looked up, he could see an enormous hole in the ground, "look there! DBK throne room! It's gotta be-be down there!" He stammered as he could see a vehicle full of bull clones closing in on the truck. They collide with it a couple more times before using full force, causing it to explode. You did your best to protect yourself and Moe as rolling out of the truck. You, Tang, and Pigsy stayed behind as Sandy carried Mei and MK to the entrance.

"Go get him, Monkey Kid!!" You yelled with a grin as you stood up and regained balance. He turned back to see you, grinning before he almost fell off Sandy's shoulder. Mk was caught, by Sandy, as they ran towards the pit. You saw Sandy crush another one of the tank-like vehicles that charged at them. You placed Moe on your shoulder as you went to help Tang and Pigsy get up. "Okay, Now what?" Tang asked you.

"Well, crushing them first of all!" You said as you saw bull clones coming towards you. You handed Moe to Tang as you stood side by side with Pigsy. "Ready, kid?" He asked, and you nodded. "As I'll ever be." On cue, a swarm of bull clones came charging at you guys. One took a swing at you, causing you to dodge it and grab its arm. You took a stance as you threw it into another, who was aiming at Tang and Moe. Pigsy took out a line of sausages, using them as nun-chucks, and took out a few.

'Vermin! Can't let him go!' You turn to see one of the bull clones hissing at you. It was faint whispering, but as the bull clones got closer, it became one voice. You were surprised and shook your head as you kept focus as you kicked one to the ground. You looked up to see tang become pale but give a thumbs up. You weren't focusing on the next bull clone.

'I don't plan on losing my most faithful servant to some lowly mortal!' It aimed at you, getting a clean shot to your back as you weren't concentrating. 'Like you!' Your breath was knocked out of you as you tried to inhale. "(Y/n)!" Pigsy and Tang yelled as they saw you fall to the ground.

'You may have done better, but you're still weak! Your fate hasn't changed ' As bull clones stood over you before Pigsy punched them away. Tang rushes over as you try to regain your breath. You could hear laughter coming from the clones as they closed in on you four.

"You can do this, (Y/n)!" You heard a voice yelling as you opened your eyes and saw it was from Pigsy. "You have us now!" Tang raised his voice as he helped you sit up. "We're behind you, (Y/n)! No matter what!" another voice come out of nowhere. You, Tang, and Pigsy became confused for a moment, until you saw Sandy coming from the sky as he smashed into the bull clones. "Thanks, guys." You said as you felt your lips form into a smile as you got up.

"Guys, get on!" He said as he put you three on his back. Before he threw a punch, an explosion transpired, and bright blue lightning stuck, blinding you for a moment. You blinked a few times before you opened your eyes to see a spirit-like essence depart the bull clones' bodies. You heard the whispers, all chanting the same word.

'Freedom'

The nowempty clones soon collapse to the ground. Tang followed, soon after, who was drained. You let go carefully and took a sigh of relief for a moment. "Is it over?" you asked the group. "Yeah, it is!" Mei's voice was heard, from inside a huge monkey mech coming from the ground with Mk.

After a while, you all sat on the shoulder of the monkey mech, eating a bowl of noodles. "Welp, ya did it, kid," Pigsy said before taking another bit of noodles. Sandy was grinning as he held Moe in his hand, "You beat DBK again!" You saw Mk seeming down and doubtful of what happened with DBK. "I'm not sure I did. Whatever was powering him up. It made him different." He said. in seeing this, Mei tried cheering him up.

"But we won~! right?" Tang chimed in after her. "I'm sure it's fine." He soon put his chopstick in Pigsy's bowl, trying to take some noodles. " You were done with this?" Pigsy, not having it, took his bowl away from tang. "Hey, get your mitts off my bowl tang!"

"At least over now, right." You said as they agreed. As you finished eating, a feeling lingered as you all went home. You recalled the blue spirit leaving the bull clones.

'It is over, right?'

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[samanthamarkle92]

Soap’s Girl

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Chapter 7

The trial finally came. It took place during the second week of May. Katie was sitting in the witness box, telling all of the details she remembered from the robbery.  Soap was there. Ghost sat in the back, waiting for her to be excused so he could protect her when she left the building. No one was prepared for what happened next.

Katie was leaving the courthouse with Ghost behind her. Soap stayed back, knowing the press might be there. Suddenly, he heard the sound of glass breaking, and Katie screaming. 

“Bloody hell!”

 He screamed.

The crowd went wild and started shouting.

“It’s an acid attack! Get the fuck outta here!” Ghost shouted over the din. Soap jumped into action, rushing out of the courtroom.

“Katie!” He yelled frantically, running towards where she fell. A shattered bottle lay near her, a smoking liquid pooling around her.

“Katie! Are you okay?!” He knelt next to her and grabbed her wrist, turning it. She was trying to get her coat off, which was smoking as the corrosive liquid ate away the fabric.

“Oh god…” she breathed out, trying not to cry. Blood trickled down her chin. Soap yanked her coat off and tried pouring his water bottle over her arm where the acid hit.

The trip to the hospital was frantic, but the doctors knew what they needed to do. Katie was okay; the acid didn't make much contact with her skin to cause a major burn, and she had some minor cuts from the glass. 

“Katie, let's get away for a while,” Soap said when they got home.

“Where?”

“My family has a cottage back in Scotland. Why don't we go there for a while? It's out in the country, there shouldn't be any risk of people finding us.”

Katie agreed instantly. They packed a few bags and headed into the night, heading into Scotland. The journey took almost a whole day.

When they finally reached the cabin, it was surrounded by trees. A big deck wrapped around in an L-shape. There was a stone fireplace inside, with a deerskin rug in front of it. In a corner was a wood stove.

“How long do you plan on staying here?” She asked curiously. 

“As long as you need. There’s running water, and everything is solar-powered.  Everything is fully stocked. We'll find somewhere else to live too once we figure things out...I'm just happy you're safe.” Soap explained.

Katie nodded, looking thoughtful.

“Can we cook something for dinner tonight?” Katie wondered.

“If you'd like. I think there's some cans of soup in the cupboard.” He replied. He made them some soup for dinner. They sat together at the table talking about anything and everything until the sun went down. Katie was drained from the long drive, and they decided to go to bed.

They woke up the next morning, Katie lying in Soap's arms while he slept peacefully. He stirred slightly, tightening his grip around her. He kissed the top of her head before waking her.

“Morning sunshine. Time for breakfast?” He asked.

“Yeah...but maybe later? I'm really tired,” she yawned. 

“Sure thing. Breakfast sounds fine to me.” 

They made pancakes and eggs. After eating breakfast, they walked outside.

Soap stood with his arm wrapped around her waist. 

“How about a walk in the woods? We'll explore some. I would spend hours out here when I was a boy. ” He suggested.

“Okay.”

They set off into the forest together, walking through some fallen leaves that crunched under their shoes.

“This used to be my favorite place.” He smiled nostalgically.

“Really?” Katie glanced at him questioningly.

“I’d be out here sometimes with my cousins and siblings. We’d pretend it was the Middle Ages. I always wanted to play the hero. I’d climb the trees with my toy sword, imagining I had to fight my way through hordes of enemies. And then my dad would always say, ‘Be careful, you can fall and break your neck,’ and we’d laugh. When I was older, I’d come out here and hunt and fish. My dad and I loved the outdoors.”

Katie thought about what he was saying. She remembered the times she’d spent playing in the woods. She remembered the thrill she felt whenever she’d hear birds singing in the distance. It sounded like an old friend. The leaves were fully green, and warm sunlight filtered through other branches.

 Small animals skittered across the ground and ran off into the woods. It was peaceful.

They continued walking for a few minutes, enjoying the peace that blanketed the area. Then, Katie heard the rustling of trees, and Soap pointed to a female deer. A tiny fawn followed her, running alongside her mother. It was a cute little creature. Katie looked over at Soap, grinning at him.

“Wow!” She breathed. 

“She’s a beauty. Come on love, let’s take a picture of her and the baby.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the tree. They snapped the pictures and Soap handed her his phone.

“Thank you. This is so nice.”

When the deer left, Soap pulled Katie down another trail.

“Come on, there's something you're going to love!” he beamed,  his eyes practically shining.

A few moments later, they reached their destination.

It was beautiful. A pond filled with blue, turquoise water sat in a large clearing surrounded by trees. Small white flowers were dotted here and there.  A small waterfall was falling into the lake below them. The air smelled sweetly of moss and lavender. The entire area felt magical.

“Beautiful. Thank you Soap.” Katie smiled.

“Anything for you.” He smiled happily back at her, kissing her forehead softly. 

“Let's go sit under the tree. The sunlight will probably feel good after being cooped up inside all day,” he said.

Soap led Katie to a spot under the tree, and they sat down. 

“Do you want to stay like this for a while?” He asked.

“Yeah....let’s just sit here for a bit.” Katie closed her eyes. Soap pulled her against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and he began running his fingers gently through her hair.

“There’s some standing stones around here too. There’s a family legend that says these rocks were worshipped by the Picts long ago, and that it’s one of their main sacred places. It's been there for as long as anyone can remember. We should look at them tomorrow. If we’re lucky, we might get lucky and see something interesting,” he chuckled.

“You mean like ghosts or fairies?” She teased.

“Maybe both.” 

“Sounds perfect,” she mumbled. She laid her head on his lap, closing her eyes.

“You are the most precious thing in the world to me. Every single day I am thankful. I know that my job won't make it easy, but I wouldn't mind you being with me forever.”

“Me neither,” she whispered. Her heart swelled with happiness and warmth at his words. Soap continued stroking her hair gently, keeping silent.

After a while, they decided to circle back to the cabin.

Once they were back, Katie collapsed onto the couch, still holding Soap’s hand. They ate dinner, Katie making flatbread over the firepit. Soap made a fire in the fireplace, and he and Katie sat on the rug in front, enjoying its warmth. He kissed her neck,  and she giggled.

“What is it?”

“I haven't laughed in ages. You have no idea how good it feels,” she sighed.

“Good. I hope I've been able to bring a smile to your face today.” He told her honestly. She kissed his mouth softly. He buried his fingers in her soft hair, deepening the kiss. She moved to straddle his lap, and he placed a knee between her legs, pressing himself against her hardening core. His hands slid down her hips, gripping her ass tightly.

“Soo....can we...?” She stuttered nervously.

“Of course.” Soap whispered huskily. 

Katie slid his t-shirt off, revealing his muscled torso. A few tattoos were inked on his arms, and she ran her fingers lightly across them. He moaned quietly at her touch, leaning in to kiss her passionately. She broke the kiss, staring deeply into his eyes, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. His eyes glistened with lust and desire.

Her hands were exploring his chest and stomach. Soap gripped her shoulders,  pulling her closer to him until she straddled his lap completely. They both groaned as they kissed again. Soap slipped his hand underneath her shirt, tracing the outline of her body. He lifted his hand away and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Are you sure?” she asked breathlessly.

“More than sure.” He husked, his hands unbuttoning her jeans. He pulled them off roughly, tossing them onto the rough hardwood floor. They both lay back in the rug, tangled in each other’s limbs. Her eyes fluttered closed. He watched her breathing slow, feeling the rise and fall of her breast against his chest. He leaned forward, trailing butterfly kisses along her jawline and collarbone.

Her skin burned beneath his caresses. His strong hand ran along her smooth back, unclasping her bra.

“Sweetheart, you're perfect,” Soap whispered, lifting her and carrying her bridal style to the bed. 

“Johnny, wait...” Katie said, sitting up and pulling a blanket over herself.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing. It’s just...” she sighed, “I’ve never had sex before...”

“Oh, honey...this is something special. It’s very different than anything we’ve done before. You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

He climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Her slender hands undid his belt and jeans, and she pushed them down. He was wearing grey boxer briefs. His hand cupped her face, turning her towards him and kissing her softly.

“Relax. Don’t be nervous, I promise you,” he whispered. Katie smiled shyly, and she allowed him to pull her close. He gently traced patterns on her naked back, sending shivers down her spine. He gently removed her underwear,  slipping it aside. Her nipples hardened instantly at the sight of him. They pressed against his stomach, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, placing a tender kiss on her belly. His tongue brushed against her navel, causing goosebumps to erupt on her bare skin. His strong fingers went to her cleft, and he stroked it gently, feeling her getting wet. He rubbed her gently, moving slowly to pleasure her.

“I’m so hot,” Katie moaned. He kissed her gently, letting his tongue slip past her teeth.

“You're burning up, but then, you’ll let go and I’ll catch you.” Katie arched as the tension increased. He massaged her clitoris, causing her to moan loudly. A slight tremor raced through her, and he continued teasing her with his finger. Finally, she came apart in his hands, moaning his name softly.

“Oh, Johnny….you feel amazing….so wonderful….” she gasped as her legs trembled uncontrollably. She sank back into the mattress, panting. 

“That was just the first part...it gets better.” He grinned wickedly. His hand traveled down her side, brushing over her waist. Her body jolted slightly, a shiver of anticipation running through her. 

“Hold onto me…” he whispered. Katie looped her arms around his torso. 

“Don’t worry, if I do this gently, it shouldn’t hurt.”

Katie nodded silently, biting her lip anxiously.

With great care, Soap brought himself to her, slowly pushing into her. She let out an audible gasp, her body tensing slightly.

“You okay?” He muttered lowly.

“Just...give me a second.” 

He entered her as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her. She was so tight. It hurt slightly, but it didn't stop him from trying harder. Her muscles clamped down on his cock and he thrust into her with more strength. He groaned as her warm, silky walls clenched tightly around him.

Soon he was coming as well, and he grabbed her tightly, burying his face in her neck.

"Steaming Hell!" He groaned, collapsing next to her. They were both spent and sated, panting heavily. 

Katie curled up on him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He pressed soft kisses against her cheek.

“I love you,” she mumbled sleepily.

“I love you, too. ” He replied, tightening his embrace on her.

“It was nice to spend time with you today.....and just to relax....with you, I felt...like nothing mattered anymore. Like maybe...just maybe, I could live my whole life like this.” She yawned.

“What would you do when I have to go on missions?  Would you be okay without me?” He asked quietly.

She thought about it for a minute, thinking about the possibility of never seeing him again. She hated what would happen if he were to leave. It was hard enough already. She knew she couldn’t let him go.

“I’ll find a way to cope...as long as I know you’re safe. I don’t think I could handle losing you. Not after everything.”

Soap hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He was glad she was so happy now. He pulled her close to him, playing with her honey-gold hair.

“My lovely lass, I’ll always protect you no matter what.”

[greatskeletongothfan]

This is my first fan fictions. Please feel free to leave criticism but in a nice way

Link as usual cooked lunch and as usual it was wonderful. Zelda had actually finished 15 minuets ago but since the defeat of Ganondorf Link refused to let her lift a finger. He would have whisked the plate away as soon as he discovered Zelda was finished so she pretended to eat from an empty plate. After she licked her tasteless plate yet again Link finally decided it was time to go chop some wood. As soon as Link closed the door Zelda rushed to the sink and started to scrub.

Three steps outside he remembered you need an ax to chop wood, so he went into a horrifying scene.

“Let me take care of that.”

“No.”

“Zelda, its ok let me handle it. “

“Like hell you will!”

Link waited until the dish was cleaned, dried and put away for later. He never heard her yell like that, and about washing a dish of all things.

“I will cut the firewood.”

“Zelda, I can-”

“As princess of Hyrule I demand you let me cut tonight’s firewood”

A sharp shiver went down is spine. It did when ever Zelda pulled the princess card.

“Would her Highness allow me to chop the wood with her?” Zelda was quiet for far too long.

“No” With that she grabbed the ax and Link stepped out of her way. He wasn’t going to fight an armed woman. He watched her carry the ax to the firewood and start splitting it. Each log required 2 hits as she got it wedged halfway through each time.

By the third long Link had enough of her struggling. She had struggled enough already.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”

“Well the princess doesn’t throw her title around for no reason”

Zelda simply huffed. She managed to split the 5th log.

“Zelda, I don’t like to see you like this, you know I just want to help you”

“You have helped quite enough.” Zelda managed to cut her 9th log. For someone who could cut wood with ease seeing this display was cringe worthy

“Give me the ax”

“No, as you can see, I can cut the wood just fine”

“First of all, you are barely cutting that wood and second I saw you lick a plate 20 times. Please tell me what’s wrong”

Zelda was quiet and a bit red in the face. She slowly put the ax down, straighten her back and turned to face Link.

“I’m sorry Link, I” She turned to pick up the ax and then turned back. “I have been feeling coddled after we returned from fighting Ganondorf. You refuse to allow me to do the simplest of tasks like making the bed or washing my own dish and I feel like I’m back at the castle with all these people and not one who sees me as a person.” She was very clearly trying not to cry as tears welled in her eyes. Link though how best to respond. She was miserable while living in the castle and the thought of putting her back there was too much to bear.

“Your right I haven’t been treating you like a person. After what happened with you holding back the calamity and becoming a dragon and all I felt like I owed you, so I wanted to make your life easier. Didn’t realize that all my help would stress you out.”

“How do I owe you? You saved my kingdom and my people! If anything, I owe you.”

“I guess but-” Link rubbed the back of his head. “I mean I couldn’t have done it without you giving me and the master sword time to heal”

“I see” Zelda looked down and wiped her eyes.

“Zelda, I’m sorry. I’ll let you do more around the house. I just want you to be able to live the best life you can.”

“Thank you Link, it means a lot for me to live like a normal person especially after everything that happened”

“I understand, but I’m going to take over the firewood. You really suck at it”

Thank you for reading!<3

[ambroziadelphine]

Madara in the real world: Prologue

Masterlist

I was in my kitchen on a Friday morning, dancing in my socks to Good Feeling by Flo Rida as I cooked some eggs and bacon. I'm a 23 year old with my own house out in the middle of nowhere, nearest town being about 20 minutes south of me. I lived alone, no partner, no kids, even my parents were on the other side of the world traveling for their retirement. I was just here, in British Colombia all by myself, surrounded by trees as the first chill of winter hung in the air. I was glad my mother had helped prep my basement for the winter, she was always the 'prepare for the end of the world like its yesterday' type person. I guess now that she's so old she's trying to make sure I'm that prepared.

It's not particularly bad though, I have homemade canned goods to last me a lifetime, everything from canned fruit, pickled veggies, handmade wine that's actually good. My basement cellar was filled with goodies to last me for many winters to come. She always makes me keep an outdoor garden bed in the warm weather to grow fresh produce, including the many fruit trees and berry bushes my mother has grown and taken care of over the many years in this house, though I've never been too fond of gardening, I did it for her.

But lets not focus on that, its quite a small part of who I am, doing things just for my mother I mean. I'm technically a pornstar, only I more so review toys then fuck other people on camera. I've actually.. never had sex with someone else.. its kinda ironic, I know. I think I'm asexual sometimes but then again, the right fictional man and I can go all day. I really wish real guys were even half the men as I watch in shows or read in books. Take, almost any of the Uchiha men from Naruto. Itachi, Madara, Shisui, Obito… Sasuke is okay, not my personal cup of tea.

God, what I would do to get Madara or Itachi to spend one night with me. I'm be like a bitch in heat. I wonder if all the fanfictions claiming the whole clan has a breeding kink if true.. I chuckled as I plated my food, the stove off and dishes cleaned up as I took a few moments to eat in the living room before changing into some thick leggings and a sweater, grabbing my coffee in my travel mug on my way passed the kitchen. I walked over to the patio, my 3 month old Tibetan mastiff Seth waddling over to the door as I put my shoes on.

I grinned and put his harness on, clipping his leash on and locking the door behind us, making sure I had my keys first before we headed out for a morning walk I grinned and put his harness on, clipping his leash on and locking the door behind us, making sure I had my keys first before we headed out for a morning walk.

I let Seth wander around as we walked a short distance into the forest, it was nice out, maybe a little chilly but otherwise nice for early November. We only were out for a quick 15 minute walk, just as a morning potty break for Seth and a chance for me to stretch my legs before I spend the next few hours shooting videos for my YouTube or spicy accounts. Yes, I had YouTube. It was mainly just casual gaming and some streaming. I did cosplays and vlogs when I went to conventions but not many. Anyways, we were headed back when I felt something shake the ground slightly. At first I thought it was an earthquake but with how quickly it went away I chose to ignore it, emerging from the tree line only for Seth to freeze, starting to growl as we both set eyes on something… or someone, laying face down in the damp, cold ground. I carefully walked around it, quickly moving inside and locking Seth in before I carefully made my way to the pile of black and red in front of me.

I crouched down and noticed it was indeed a person, a very large person with very long black hair and strange but familiar red armor on. I carefully lifted some hair away from the persons face, jumping back at the pale face of Madara Uchiha, his eyes closed as it appeared he was out cold at the moment. He didn't look like a reanimation, but he also shouldn't be alive or even real. I bite my lip and sighed, guess filming can wait. I looked at the distance between him and my back porch, only a few feet, I could move him. Hopefully.

I took a deep breath and carefully lifted the man the best I could, more so dragging him into the house and onto the couch with major struggle. I noticed his armor and outer clothing were wet, he probably wouldn't get sick, but he might be uncomfortable in the wet garments. But he'd probably be more uncomfortable knowing a stranger undressed him. I decided, I'd take the armor off him so I could get him more comfortable, then just throw a heated blanket on him that I had in my bedroom. I gently managed to lift his red armor off, laying in on the chair next to him along with his Gunbai which I had to go back out to get afterwards, it was also very heavy. I laid the heated blanket on him after I got him settled, plugging it in and turning it up to max to try and heat him up from the cold of outside. He was ice cold when I touched his skin.

I bit my nails as I stared at him. This wasn't possible. He's not supposed to be real.

I quickly left the room, deciding I'd play a bit of the long dark to try and clear my head, waiting for him to wake up. Its a lone survival game where you have crash landed in the Canadian wilderness and need to survive the winter and get off the island. I managed to get through another episode on my channel before I decided a shower was in order seeing as he wasn't seeming to wake up any time soon, I got together all I needed and headed into the washroom. Turning the water on, making sure its hot while I stripped my clothes off, throwing them in the laundry hamper and stepping into the steaming shower.

I sighed happily, asking Alexa to turn on my Spotify shower playlist, the steam and hot water soothing my muscles as I lathered shampoo and conditioner in my hair, I was singing along to Devil Eyes by Hippie Sabotage. I was taking my time rinsing myself off after scrubbing my skin clean when I felt goosebumps on my skin and I turned to the shower curtain, seeing a massive dark figure on the other side making me freeze before the humor of the situation quickly caught up to me.

"I didn't realize the Ghost of the Uchiha liked sneaking up on girls in the shower." I chuckled, hearing something fall off the counter on the other side of the curtain as the dark figure took a few steps back.

"Where am I?" He asked, clearing his throat as I hummed in amusement.

"Can you let me finish what I'm doing? I'll answer all questions I can when I'm done." I said, before a mischievous grin crossed my face, peaking out from behind the curtain to see a slightly flustered Madara. "Unless you were looking to join me, Madara Uchiha." I teased, seeing his face turn bright red as he hastily left without a word, my laughter ringing out in the room as he shut the door behind him with a loud thump. I never would have guessed he'd get to flustered from such little flirting, then again, I don't know how bold women were where he was from. If Sakura was anything to go by, I doubt this bold of flirting was common. More so just stubborn and short tempered.

I quickly finished up in the shower, dressing quickly in my knee high socks and shorts before cursing silently as I realized I had grabbed an Itachi Uchiha shirt. Whatever, maybe if I'm wearing Uchiha merch he'll think I'm on his side. I quickly walked out, going down the hall into my bedroom where I saw him looking around my room, specifically at the poster I had of him.

I quickly walked out, going down the hall into my bedroom where I saw him looking around my room, specifically at the poster I had of him "I'm guessing you have more then a few questions." I said softly, seeing his shoulders tense as he turned to me, his dark gaze looking me over suspiciously, his guard relaxing slightly upon seeing my tiny stature and strange shirt with his clan name printed on it. I sighed and walked over to the bookshelf, picking out the Naruto shippuden series and setting them on the bed in front of him. "I won't have all the answers you're looking for. Hell, I don't even know how you got here, but I know who you are and I can take a wild guess to say you just came from the fight against Naruto, Hashirama, Tobirama, basically all shinobi ever, you know what I mean." I said, already feeling tired as he just stared at me, giving a slow nod. I sighed and ran a hand through my still wet hair. Might as well get the basic explanation over with before he gets too many questions.

"This is a world without Kekkei Genkai or Chakra. We have no jutsu's, the Uchiha and any other clan you know are mere fiction here, in this manga series, there is also a tv show. Yes, as you can see the Uchiha happen to be some of my favourite characters, which is why I have a poster of you." I said, gesturing to my room and shirt for examples. "If you have question's about that I can do my best to answer them but as for how you are a fictional character here and have now ended up here, I have no clue. I am merely a regular civilian and have no idea how to get you back." I finished, waiting for his response as he seemed to process this all.

"So, I am in a different world?" He asked, I nodded, sitting down on my bed, crossing my legs.

"Yep." I said, popping the 'p' as I stared at him.

"You are aware of what I am capable of, correct?" He asked, I rolled my eyes and inspected my nails.

"Madara, if you were going to harm me, you would've already. Besides, you don't know how to run half the things in this house so you're stay here would be quite miserable if you were to kill me now." I said with a slight smirk, he gave a small glare, going back to inspecting the various posters around the room of more then just the Naruto anime.

"Why are you so calm about this?" He asked after a moment making me shrug.

"I don't know." I mused, Seth jumping up on the bed and baring his teeth at Madara, half standing in my lap protectively making me chuckle. "You're one of my all time favourite characters. Besides, its not like I have any real issues to worry about with you here. I work from home, I rarely need to go out to shop, I'm well off financially, I don't see what would be a major issue with you being here." I explained, rubbing between Seth's ears as he settled down slightly, still eyeing Madara wearily, the man doing the same with the black fluffy bear like dog.

"Oh, I'm Alex by the way, and this is Seth, he's my little guard dog." I said, giving the puppy's fur a light ruffle which made him retaliate by attacking me with kisses making me laugh, lightly pushing the dog off me. "I just had a shower Seth! I don't need to smell like dog slobber again!" I laughed, standing up and grabbing a makeup wipe to get rid of the smelly slime he had left of my cheek.

"Why did you help me?" Madara asked making me turn to him, my brows knitting together in confusion.

"Madara, this isn't a place at war, you can have a little faith in strangers here." I said, smiling at him kindly. "Think of this as a little break from all the war and bloodshed you've experienced. Take a little time to relax while we figure out what happened to you. I doubt you'll be going home anytime soon given how little we know." I said, walking out of the room to set up one of the two guest bedrooms I had. Well, one was a guest room, the other was my brothers old room I never went in anymore. I made the bed, got some of my dads old clothes from the attic and washed them before putting them in the dresser in there. I walked down the stairs after, seeing Madara on the couch with the Shippuden books in front of him.

"I set up a room for you upstairs." I said, seeing him glance at me and nod.

"Thank you." Was all he said.

[nueral]

Warner Brothers has excellent scans of Henry Cavill and the rest of the Snyderverse castings. Do you NEEEEED more live action DC heroes doing wrestling moves and trying to imitate Frank Miller comics? Probably not, but were you surprised by what INTO the Spider-Verse did with ANIMATION fo-fi years ago? PROBABLY so. You didn't expect to give a shit about a SPIDER-MAN Pixar/DreamWorks movie from Sony but you did.

Maybe that monster cartoon DC does surprises us, maybe it don't. The DC cartoons were trying, he liked them, and they keep playing out the best stories, they aren't really waiting for a new and engaging art style or story telling style. Grant Morrison did a BUNCH of Iconic story lines the Oughts. Tower of Babel, Rock of Ages, Armageddon, etc. Check THOSE collections out. I'd pick and choose elements and take what fits to salvage the story Already told in the movies we have, the Omac Wish Satellite from WW84(NOT A BAD FILD), etc.

But here's what's really cooking my beek,

There's an entire separate Non-Comic movie about how the audience doesn't or simply CAN'T comprehend Joaquin Phoenix's Joker's potential. Bo Is Afraid. I do not recommend it unless you Wonga know how fucked real life can get in real life.

The movie is ABOUT the audience, the story, and escaping stories, or more accurately Not Being Able To Escape from an Obvious Story, an Obviously fictional reality.

Both Joker and Bo Is Afraid confound the audience. Here, lemmy ax you something

Have you heard of the Unreliable Narrator trope? Prolly not. Closest you may have come to it was the shock when Joe Pesci gets whacked WHILE narrating Casino. Remember that? You're thinking, this guy is getting taken out to the cornfields to get whacked and Pesci's voice is narrating, like he's telling the story from an old folks home decades in the future, fine, and then WHACK!to the head.

Ok, that's not what Unreliable Narrator means.

Unreliable Narrator is something snobs love to peacock. The idea is that the entire movie is an unreliable and subjective account told from a person who's probably lying to themselves or the audience. Film Student types love it because it allows them to have an exclusive VIP area of interpretation. What really happened, out in the objectively real/static reality.

Here, I'll give you an example

Zeze Yayya Beets in Joker. E'rbody said she was supposed to be like that universes Harley Quinn, but by the end of the movie you're wondering if Arthur (Joker) even hung out with her at all. Or was it just in his head.

Arthur takes the audience into his experience and they went to the comedy show together, and they went to the hospital for his mom, together.

But at the end, she doesn't recognize him, is afraid of him.

We're those date scenes made up?

What if it's not the narrator who is unreliable. What if it's Joker's actual reality.

Unreliable Reality.

That's not easy. It's scary to think God has abandoned you in a dream world of feelings, factual memories that have no social authority, etc. What happened happened, right?

Unless you're a child. Then you can sing row row row your boat and lay my head down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

I don't know anyone who WANTS to live in the Twilight Zone.*

But Bo Is Afraid is an unreliable reality movie, even more so than Joker.

When I watched Bo Is Afraid, I came out thinking "They think it don't be the way that it is but it do."

And nobody on YouTube, or any social media posts have connected Bo Is Afraid to Joker.

Which is crazy.

You Were Never Really Here

Joker

and Bo Is Afraid all share this same reality resetting itself on camera with no indication of hallucination or magic occuring.

Why do I bring this all up for a DC movies discussion?

Because with an unreadable reality, anything can happen, it's horrifying. Continuity, Multiverse, timelines.

Arthur Fleck and Lady Gaga Harley could dance at the end of the film and end up in the alley way behind Robert Pattinson's ZORRO theater, Ben Afleck's ZORRO Theater.

They could dance their way anywhere in the multiverse the scriptwriters want, and a Fifth Dimensional Imp could say it's magic and he don't have to explain shit.

But the audience has been shockingly robotic. We really don't know what's in the head of these bodies, I certainly don't have enough evidence from social media to consider it any more real than how to effects you and how you effect me.

Maybe you just want scene for scene moving images that match the comics.

Maybe you're eager to join the SuperHero Fatigue bandwagon no matter how much The Batman reassembled a David Fincher movie.

But look at the Muscle Daddies and Diva Queens of Zack Snyder's Justice League(United).

Do you really care if they wrestle some other muscle mountain and win? Who cares? It's not real, it's not MMA. It's a story. It needs a reason for you to PAY and PAY attention.

Look at who Snyder intended their main badguys to eventually be, Twinkydink skinny boys schizos like bingbingbing Jesse Eissenberg's Lex Luthor, and Jared Leto's Mister J-Joker.

Do you want to see either of these guys take a potion and get powers and buffy the vampire slayer fight against dudes 3 times their size like they have a chance to win? Do you want to see them in CGI armor? No, right? No. Do you want to see Big Muscle Daddies teach weakling uppity creeps a lesson? I don't think-so...I hope not. No.

But you know what might unsettle you?

A character who A. already doesn't have to play by the rules of reality (I already explained this, keep up Mr. Strongstrong) and who B. has the sympathy for the audience from a previous film, a character who's kind of the good guy of his own story, if his own story was stable enough for anybody to find a functional morality in it, something that might not have been there for the first Joker film, and probably won't be there for the second either.

I hope you aren't watching movies like it's morality homework. Every action film a who dunnit, gasping an AHA when the wizard uses the helmet to disappear the demon.

I hope you're real, capable of variance and variety of experience. Enjoying the changes internal and external that a character is or might be going through.

I hope your not building up gotcha torment, vengeance juice, enduring suffering in a contest of who can eat the most shit until you eventually explode in violence or despair.

I hope when you watch a movie you're escaping from life AND imprisoning yourself in personality, if only for the time BEING, and enjoying what it thinks like, what it feels like, and what it will/would be like to actually exist that way, his way, that other way, like them, like him, like her, like that thing, like a brave little toaster, or a little Engine that could, or as Michael Douglas's William Foster in FALLING DOWN.

I hope your flying. FLYING.

I hope you can handle it.

And I hope to see more Henry Cavil, as Superman😆

And yeah, I did just write this at 123ish am 11:5:23

Yup!

You can hear it echoing

[fanimesenseiwrites]

Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

[smellingofpoetry]

Cherry Pie

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Reader's mom

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Chef!Reader

Summary: This is the story of how cooking made two people fall in love.

Square/s Filled: Free Space (@anyfandomaubingo)

Warnings: AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of cooking

Words count: 3438

Beta: endlesswanted

A/N:  Hi there! I wrote this one-shot for @fictional-affairs' challenge. Happy birthday again, love. I hope this story is what you were looking for. Also, I hope to bring you some joy today with it. It's not what I had in mind, but I'm used by now for my stories to do whatever they pleased, lol. So, I just hope you're gonna like it. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

Y/N had just gotten back from school, saying bye to her friend Sam, when walking inside her home she found it empty. It wasn’t a surprise since her parents had weird shifts. So, she just left her school bag at the entrance before heading to the kitchen, hoping her mom had left something for her to eat.

She searched the whole kitchen, but of course, her mom had forgotten about it – again. Y/N sighed frustrated and even more hungry than a few minutes prior. She opened the fridge, knowing full well that there was plenty of food for her to not starve to death. There was only one problem – she didn’t know how to cook.

The last time Y/N tried to cook something she had almost burnt the house down. She groaned, closing the fridge with more force than intended. She heard then her stomach growl and she knew she had one option left. So, she swallowed her pride, took the keys to the house, and went out. She walked the few yards separating her from her neighbor’s house.

Y/N walked towards the back and took a deep breath. She knocked at their kitchen door before letting herself in.

“Hi.” She sighed, waving her hand at her friend’s big brother currently busy behind the stoves. Dean turned around with a smirk on his face. He was used to seeing her walk into their kitchen while their parents were gone, at that point he was always cooking more food and just waiting for her.

“I was wondering if it was okay for me to stay for lunch,” Y/N said, awkwardly moving from one foot to the other, gnawing at her bottom lip. Dean leaned toward the near counter with his hip, arms crossed at his chest. He sighed, rolling his eyes for a more dramatic effect before waving her over.

“Alright, but this time you’re helping.” He told her, throwing at her the apron. Y/N frowned, catching the garment just in time. She tightened it around her middle while walking closer to where he was standing.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked him, alarmed. Dean nodded, passing her the spoon which she took quite unsure.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you burn this kitchen too.” He whispered in her ear, smirking and earning a shove from her.

Y/N was curled up in one of the corners of the Winchester’s couch, watching a movie with Sam and Dean while their parents were out for the parents-teachers meeting. Those meetings always took so long, and according to her dad were boring as hell, which explained why he and Mrs. John got in their cars very reluctantly that afternoon.

It was almost dinner time, and they hadn’t been back yet. Hers and Sam’s stomachs, if the noises to her right were an indication, were starting to rumble. Three grumbled later and she saw Dean roll his eyes, pausing the movie before getting up.

“Hey!” Sam complained, to which he received a dirty look from his big brother.

“I couldn’t concentrate with all the noises you two were making, so I’m going to fetch us something to eat.” He declared while heading to the kitchen. Y/N glanced at Sam, finding him watching his brother before turning back to her. The moment their eyes met they started to giggle.

“You did make some noise.” Sam teased her. Y/N swatted his arm playfully before getting up and feign to be outraged.

“I’m going to see if your brother needs help.” She told him while walking to the kitchen. She turned around just to stick her tongue out just for good measure. Sam threw a cushion at her then, barely missing her. She laughed at him while running to the kitchen just to not give him the chance to throw something else at her. She stopped only when in the safety of the other room, a small giggle escaped her until she caught Dean staring at her with a raised brow. Y/N cleared her throat, trying to stifle a new giggle.

“Do you need help?” she asked, taking a step closer to the counter while nervously fixing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how to make a perfect burger?” He asked while taking out different ingredients from the pantry. Y/N eyed him carefully, she was sure that assembling a burger wasn’t that hard, but she found herself shaking her head, nonetheless. She did that for two reasons. First, she didn’t trust herself when it came to cooking. Second, she didn’t mind listening to Dean showing her things. She once heard him talk about motors and cars for like half an hour, and she was sure that nothing could be worse than that. At least in this case she knew what a burger was, which was a better start.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Y/N was sitting on the floor with her eyes glued to the oven’s glass. She anxiously gnawed at her lip, glancing from time to time at the clock on the wall. She watched the cake slowly rise until it stopped, and everything came crashing down, again. She sighed defeated, knowing full well that was the fourth failed attempt.

“Damn it!” she whispered while fishing her phone from her back pocket and starting to tap a text.

9-1-1: Kitchen!!! 

She put her phone away and waited. That was how Dean had found her, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in what he assumed was flour. He stopped at the entrance; arms crossed while leaning against the door frame.

“I thought Sam was your emergency contact.” He whispered with a smirk on his lips. Y/N raised her eyes at the sound of his voice, and for a moment he got worried by the sad look in her eyes. He came closer then, kneeling in front of her.

“Are you okay?”

“No. My summer sucks, my parents are divorcing and I’m not even good at backing a damn cake.” She whispered with tears welling in her eyes. Dean sighed, cupping her face with both his hands and rubbing his thumbs under her eyes.

“I can’t do much for your parents, but I can help you with the cake and, if we still have some time, we can try to fix your summer too. Sounds good?” He asked, helping her stand up. She got up, sniffling a little and trying to get rid of some of the flour on her shirt. Dean smirked, ruffling her hair making some more white powder fall on the floor.

“So, what cake were you trying to bake?” he asked, peeking at the book on the counter. Y/N got closer, pointing to one of the pictures. Dean squinted at the image, reading the recipe, and nodding from time to time. Y/N gnawed at her bottom lip, watching him nod his head one more time before closing the book.

“Alright, let’s bake some pie!” He announced, clapping his hands.

“What about the cake?” She asked confused while taking a step back to let him have enough space to retrieve the ingredients he needed.

“Cakes are overrated, pies on the other hand…” he trailed off while taking some of the flour and putting it in a bowl. Y/N got closer, nudging him a bit without taking her eye away from what he was doing.

“You don’t know how to bake a cake, isn’t it?” She whispered like she was sharing a secret. Dean stopped what he was doing, looking at her for a few seconds before leaning towards her.

“Don’t say a word and I’ll let you pick the filling.” He whispered in a conspirator tone, making her giggle.

“How do you feel about cherry?” She asked, sharing with him a knowing look.

The holiday wasn’t the same anymore since her parents divorced. They used to spend it all together eating, laughing, talking, and having fun. The Winchesters were kind enough to still invite her and her mom to their gatherings. At first, it had felt weird her dad not being there, but then things started to slowly go back to normal or something resembling it.

They used to spend the 4th of July grilling burgers, drinking beer if they were old enough, and waiting for the fireworks. They used to switch houses every year, but lately they just silently agreed to spend the day with the Winchesters, which was why she and her mom were walking toward the backyard of their neighbor. Once there they were welcomed with hugs and waves, Y/N put down the pasta salad her mom had made before glancing around her. Her mom was already deep in conversation with Mary. John was a few feet away checking the meat on the barbecue while talking with Bobby. Sammy was sitting in one of the chairs with his nose in a book. He had always been a nerd, which was why it had been easy being friends with him, but lately with college right around the corner he had less and less time to spend with her. She was saddened by that, but somehow, she understood. If she had to be honest, she envied him because she was still trying to figure out what to do after high school, while Sam had a whole plan.

“Dean, can you take over the barbecue for a while?” John asked, passing him the pincers as soon as he was near him. Dean took it, starting to turn the meat while glancing at the girl in the middle of his garden.

“Hey Y/N, could you come over?” He called out for her, watching her come his way with a smile on her face. Dean glanced at Sam, still deep in his book, shaking his head. He loved his little brother, but he swore sometimes that kid was dumb. What was he thinking, leaving a girl just standing there? Especially a girl like Y/N.

Dean waited for her to get closer before giving her the container with oil and seasonings. As soon as she took it, he made space for her to slip between him and the barbecue.

“I’ll keep turning the meat while you put that on them,” he instructed her, who simply nodded, starting to wet the meat with precision. Dean had to bite his lip to stop from smiling too big.

“Look at you being professional and all.” He said, nudging lightly at her. Y/N looked up, a smile lighting up her whole face.

“I guess I had a good teacher.”

Fall had come sooner than expected and they all had to say bye to Sam, who moved to college, leaving them behind. Y/N and Dean had been both worried to stay behind without the piece keeping them together. The fear started to disappear slowly, leaving space for their traditional Friday dinner where they took hold of Dean’s kitchen and cooked together. They had found their balance until winter came and it was her turn to leave.

“Hope you have some room for dessert.” He said while retrieving their plates and disappearing into the kitchen. Y/N watched him leave, gnawing at her bottom lip trying to find the right words to tell him the news. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t even notice him coming back until a slice of pie was put in front of her.

“You’re thinking too loud.” He teased her. She sighed, cracking a smile before retrieving a letter inside of her jacket and letting it slide on the table towards him. Dean let go of the fork, swallowing some of the pie before taking the letter in his hand and reading it. Y/N watched him carefully, trying to read his expression while her heart seemed ready to escape her chest of how wild it was beating. Dean read the paper till the end a smile lit up his face.

“You got in?” He asked just to make sure he was reading right.

“Yeah.”

“I knew you could do it, come here.” He said, getting up from his seat to hug her. Y/N smiled at his enthusiasm, getting up as well and letting him hug her. She put her arms around his middle, hugging him just as tight, burying her face in his chest.

“You’re not mad, right?” She asked in a whisper. Dean frowned, glancing at her without breaking their hug.

“For what?”

“Leaving you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a bit at her question, and it took him a moment to find the right words to answer her. He sighed, letting his hands travel to her arms where he stopped, pushing her a bit away from him just enough to look her in the eyes.

“I’ll be mad if you don’t, Y/N. This is one hell of an opportunity, and I don’t want you to waste it just because of me. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Dean swallowed hard, hugging her again but a bit tighter this time. He kissed the crown of her head, closing his eyes and lingering with his lips on her skin more than he should have, but he couldn’t really give a damn at that moment. Not when that could easily be the last time he could hold her between his arms.

God, he already missed her, but he was too afraid to say it out loud.

“Just promise me something–,” he whispered, swallowing hard.

“Anything.” She answered so quickly that made Dean chuckle.

“When you become a great Chef with a restaurant of your own, I want to be your first customer.” He whispered, feeling his eyes starting to sting.

“Deal.”

4 years later.

Dean glanced at the invitation he got by mail a few days prior, currently clutched in his hand. He read the address again, to make sure that he was indeed in the right place. He put the card in the inside pocket of his jacket while walking towards the entrance of the new restaurant his hometown was obsessed with. As soon as he walked through the door a young lady welcomed him.

“Hello, Sir. Follow me, please.” She said, guiding him to the central table in the dining area.

Dean got rid of his jacket, took a seat, and looked around. “Jack will be your server tonight. Enjoy your meal.” She said before retreating to the entrance, leaving Dean alone in the dining area. A few seconds later, a young waiter made his way to him.

“Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Jack. How are you doing this evening, Sir?” He asked, politely smiling.

“Not really sure at the moment…” Dean answered, glancing one more time at the empty room.

“Well, I hope the menu the Chef has prepared for tonight can make up your mind. In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?”

“Red wine, thank you.”

The rest of the night went by with Jack coming to the table now and then to serve him a new course, refill his glass, or ask him how it was going. Dean tried to ask his waiter why he was the only one there, but Jack was good enough to avoid his question. Then the food had arrived, and Dean had completely forgotten everything else, so busy tasting every plate and, damn if they weren’t good. It was probably the best food he had ever eaten in his whole life.

He was sipping some of his wine when Jack came back.

“How was everything?” The waiter asked, taking Dean’s empty plate.

“Delicious.”

“The Chef would be pleased to know. Can I interest you in our special dessert?”

“Why not?”

Dean watched him leave, retreating towards what he assumed was the kitchen, remaining alone again. He took another sip of wine when someone surprised him from behind by placing a plate with a slice of pie on it.

“Pie!” He exclaimed, surprised and quite pleased to see his favorite food in the whole world in front of him.

“Someone once told me that cakes are overrated, pie, on the other hand…” the Chef whispered, making herself known. Dean looked up, swallowing hard at the sight of the woman in front of him, forgetting about the pie.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, Dean.” She smiled, taking a seat in front of him.

���Is this–,” he trailed off, pointing with his fingers at the room they were in.

“Yes.”

“And am I–”

“Yes, Dean. you’re my very first customer.”

Dean nodded with a smile, lowering his gaze to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You remembered, uhm?” He whispered, looking up again and catching her looking at him with a soft smile.

“Like I could ever forget. So, are you gonna try the pie or not?” She asked, nervously.

Dean took his fork, not letting her repeat the invitation twice. He took a big piece of pie, taking it to his mouth under her curious gaze. As soon as all the flavors hit him, he couldn’t stop the moaning that escaped him, making her giggle.

“I get that it is good?” She asked, smiling.

“Fucking awesome.”

“So, what do you think of the menu? Can I use it for the opening?”

Dean looked up at her, swallowing the last bite of pie and cleaning his mouth from the few crumbles.

“The food was amazing, but you already know that you don’t need me to tell you my approval.” He told her, scraping some remnants of the pie from the plate.

“You know, I have some more pie in the kitchen if you want.” She smirked, getting up without waiting for his response. Y/N smiled when she heard the chair getting moved, four years and he hadn’t changed a bit. Dean followed her into the kitchen admiring the spacious room full of all the cool tools. Y/N watched him looking around himself until his eyes found hers. She smiled, handing him a fork before they both started to eat the remaining pie. They eat in silence like that for a few minutes, glancing at each other.

“Do you remember the first time we baked a pie together?” She asked, licking at her fork.

“I remember you wanted to bake a cake…”

“…and failing miserably.” She finished for him, making both of them laugh.

“Yeah, but look how far you’ve come, with a restaurant of your own.” He said, a hint of pride in his voice. Y/N looked at him, letting go of her fork and getting closer to him.

“You’re wrong, you know? I still need your opinion… I still need you, Dean.”

“You never really did; I was the one to need you.” He whispered, moving a strand of his hair behind her ear. They both shifted closer to each other, their eyes never leaving the other.

“We needed each other,” she whispered, tilting her head, and slowly grazing his lips with hers. Dean cupped her cheek, bringing her closer, and let their lips finally meet. Y/N smiled against his mouth, disclosing her lips to grant him access. Their tongues meet halfway, caressing each other. Dean sighed into the kiss, feeling his heart going miles a minute. He had dreamt so many times of kissing her, but nothing came closer to that moment.

They reluctantly let go of each other, letting their foreheads touch while their breaths mingled together.

“I’m here to stay, you know?”

“Yeah, I figured that out since the restaurant and everything else.” He chuckled. Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes at herself for turning into a teenager all over again whenever he was around her.

“And I know that you already have a job you like and I’m probably too late anyway, but–”

“Yes.” He interrupted her, making her look up at him with a smile on her lips that seemed so kissable that Dean was kinda having a hard time concentrating.

“You don’t even know what I was asking you.”

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still yes.” He whispered, ducking his head, and catching her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back, smiling against his lips until she put her hands on his chest to lightly push him away.

“Dean–”

“Alright, alright, ask away.”

“Would you like to come work here at the restaurant with me?”

“Yes. I would love to work with you at the rest– wait, what’s the name of the restaurant anyway?” He asked, frowning. Y/N smiled one of her beautiful smiles, mischief in her eyes, while she got closer to him like she used to do when she wanted to share a secret.

“Cherry pie.”

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Inn Over Your Head

Pairing: Contractor!Zach Wellison x f!reader

Word count: 10.3k (I know, I know. Yeesh. 👀)

Rating: Explicit (Anyone under 18 years old, go away)

Warnings: mentioning of loss of parents, slooooowwww burn, oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), existential crisis?, unprotected sex (wrap it in real life but you know fiction), praise kink (are we surprised it’s me), idiots to lovers, use of vibrator, mild angst, brief mention of reader wanting kids, sickeningly sweet fluff (I think this is it but if you see anything let me know)

Summary: “I have all these empty rooms and I’m not a terrible cook so I was thinking w-what if you…stayed here? We wouldn’t even have to see each other unless working on renovations. Not that I don’t like seeing you, but if privacy is an issue.” Jesus christ. You stammer your way to the end of your proposition and avoid staring at his face in fear of rejection. There is a pause and you try to retract what you said before you get interrupted by him gently saying your name.

A/N: I never intended to make this one shot wonder so long, but here we are. And look, before anyone says anything I am very well aware that I said that I was going to cut down which believe me I did. I really did, but I also added more so it kind of balances out. This is my first smut piece, so yeah. That’s it. This is about as self-indulgent as it gets. In my brain contractor is the job I imagine him having post his job in B&S. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“No, no, no. Ugh!” 

In your haste to move your kettle on the counter and boil some water for tea you accidentally knock one of the screws you had unattached from the vintage sink into the garbage disposal. All you wanted to do was see what kind of screws it would need since the screws that it currently had were a little eroded. You thought you were being proactive since you knew next to nothing about owning an inn. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and grip the counter trying to ground yourself. You can do this, right?

You were recently single after a long-term relationship that went south. The two of you wanted different things, but it wasn’t until recently when that all came to a head. You’ve always wanted to get married, have a couple kids, and you were vocal about that. You had thought your boyfriend was on the same page as you, but when the topic of marriage came up he told you that he wasn’t on the “same level” as you which absolutely broke you because of how long you were together.

Which brings you to where you are at the current moment. You adored inns as a child; they always held some of your best memories with your parents before they passed. Every summer as a little girl you would travel to different states and you loved the historic feel that seemed to encompass within them. Whether it was the aroma of fresh pastries wafting in the air traveling to your bedroom in the morning or the fact that there were several generations before you that sat on the very same furniture as you. You felt a little lost and wished you had your parents with you to help you navigate this change in your life, but they never would be and that brought you down even more.

“Well, hardware store it is then.” One last glare at your kettle like it betrayed you and you walk out the door with the faucet in hand.

“How many different screws can one sink have?” You exasperated to no one other than your own ears.

You dig through all types of screws and none of them are fitting correctly causing your annoyance to increase. In the midst of you rolling your eyes at the situation you spot a figure in the front of the store greeting the cashier and fail to remember why you were irritated in the first place. The first feature that comes to your attention is how tall he is and the warmth of his smile when he passes by the employees. Your feet think before your brain does and move of their own accord silently following him through the aisles you definitely didn’t deem necessary to be in on any other day. You start picking up supplies only to put them back down to make yourself look less obvious about your ogling.

You can only see him from behind, but even with being covered by the navy and burnt orange plaid flannel he’s wearing you can tell his shoulders are broad. He rolls up his sleeves while grabbing what he needs and you almost moaned at the sight of the veins on his forearms. His hands are calloused as far as you can tell which means he probably does physical labor. You’ve always loved a man that can work with his hands.

An employee walks up to you asking if you needed any assistance which you politely declined and by the time she comes out of view the target of your attention is also nowhere to be found. You sigh in disappointment and make your way back to the aisle you actually needed something from. Your hands mindlessly grab the first box of screws you can find on the shelf while fantasizing about the size of his hands on how they would feel around your—

You gasp at the intrusion of your beginning to be very filthy thoughts when the subject of that fantasy comes into view from the opposite aisle and smiles at you. You blink subtly shaking your head and thank whoever is up above that there is no such thing as mind readers. The close distance between you even with the separation of shelves permits you to appreciate his prominently curved nose, his ebony eyes, and the dimples that seem to display even deeper as his smile grows when you are silent following his introduction. A chuckle breaks you out of your daydream and you ask him to repeat what he said. Your brain filters back in when he tells you his name is Zach and you return it with yours.

“Working on a home project?” He nods to the box that is sitting in your hand that you conveniently forgot about.

“U-Uh, yeah. I dropped one of the screws that at one point was attached to this faucet in my garbage disposal when trying to make tea so I’m buying replacements for it.” You stutter out holding the faucet in the air when he disappears from your peripheral leaving you confused at the interaction.

The sound of boots filter in and become louder prompting you to turn around and almost knocks the wind out of you when you realize how close he’s standing in front of you; the scent of bergamot and sandalwood overwhelming your senses. God, is this how he always smells?

“Well, let's see what we got here.” He grabs the faucet out of your hand inspecting the hole in it and eyes the box of screws in your hand while yours are focusing on how much bigger his hand is in comparison to what he’s holding. “First of all, these are completely the wrong screws for this. This is vintage. They don’t make these anymore. You’re not going to find those here.” He chuckles out which you misinterpret for teasing when you’re already a little sensitive from the events of the day.

“You know what? I think I’m capable enough that I don’t need a self-righteous know-it-all to tell me what to do.” You huff out in frustration at his picking of your unknown insecurity.

“Just tryin’ to help you out. That’s all, sweetheart. Didn’t mean any disrespect.” Zach raises his eyebrows and lifts his hands up in surrender.

“Thanks for your help, but I’m good from here.” You emphasize none too delicately pulling the faucet out of his hand and walking out the store in embarrassment empty handed.

***

“I have no idea what I’m doing, Kit. I mean I'm way in over my head with thinking that I could even do this with no experience. I can’t even pick the right fucking screws. Something so simple. My parents would be so proud.” You release a self deprecating chuckle and bury your head into your hands ignorant of the fact that there are other tables of customers trying to enjoy their meal. You feel the warmth of your friend’s fingers wrapping around your wrists to bring them back to the table.

“Hey, you’re doing a brave thing and your parents would be so proud of you for creating your own adventure on something you always enjoyed as a family. If I could help you know that I would in a heartbeat, but I might have someone to recommend. He is an absolute sweetheart. He dropped everything to help when my pipes burst. He’s a former marine and was spit out by the VA so he ended up homeless.” Your heart breaks for whoever it is at that moment, but you make a mental note not to meddle since it wasn’t your business.

“He’s not anymore but-speak of the devil. Zach!!” Kit calls out to wave him over and you momentarily freeze hoping it isn’t the same man that you snapped at at the store.

You slowly shift in your chair to face him and you feel heat cascading from your chest to your neck at the confirmation that it is indeed the same man. You spot that same warm smile pointed in your friend’s direction and you see the shift in it the moment he recognizes you, but he never breaks it which brings you an odd comfort. He was attractive in the fluorescent lighting of the store but even more so with the sun settling into night. Kit smiles at you unaware of the predicament you’re in and catches up with him while you’re trying to appear nonchalant about seeing him in front of you again. She introduces you and all you can do is squeak out a hello.

“The reason I called you over here is because she just purchased an inn and she has no idea what she’s doing. She is stressing about being in over her head and I know you have experience with doing that kind of thing so I figured I could hook you guys up.” You can’t stop the wince from forming on your face at the words your friend is repeating to the man that you were so hell bent on showing that you’re capable.

“Well, I wouldn't go that far.” You cover your embarrassment with a laugh, but it comes out unsteady.

“What do you mean? You said it yourself.” Kit narrows her eyes at your reply and repeats your words much to your chagrin.

“I thought you said that you were capable and didn’t need help from a self-righteous know-it-all. I believe those are the exact words you used.” Even with the repeating your stinging words it sounds like honey coming out of his lips. Your eyes meet his with what you now realize was teasing in a different sense than what you assumed it was in the store. Your defensive stance deflates and you can’t help the laugh that comes out. He’s poking fun at you and you start to feel a little ridiculous for your outburst.

“I….deserve that.”

Zach’s smile grows even wider accentuating that dimple again and shrugs his shoulders in mock agreement. Something about you made him want to help you and he’s trying to convince himself that it has nothing to do with how beautiful you are.

“I’ll help you. Here’s my number. Text me the address. We can do a walkthrough and make a list of anything that takes priority.” Zach grabs one of the napkins on the table and pulls a pen out of the pocket of his plaid flannel to write it down. The fragrance of bergamot and sandalwood tickling your nose again and making you yearn to know how that smell would mix with the perspiration of certain activities. An awareness hits you at the last second that has you ungracefully call out his name.

“Wait! I won’t be able to pay you.” Your voice starts wavering as you’re nearing the end of your sentence. I put everything into this.

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not expecting to get paid. Text me.” He motions to his phone and walks off. You turn around to face Kit again and she has a shit-eating grin on her face with her arms crossed in amusement.

“What was that?” She raises her eyebrows at you and you finally manage to maintain a straight face now that the physical manifestation of your awkwardness has left. “What was what?” You drink your tea to hide the obvious smile you hid behind your mug.

“Uh, that. You had a moment.” Kit points between you and the empty space where a cute brunette had resided a minute ago. You shrug your shoulders and feign innocence which makes her even more suspicious than she was before. “Okay, it was nothing. You’re paying then.” You roll your eyes and release a quiet sigh in relief at the drop of that subject.

***

You pace back and forth over analyzing a text message you had prewritten the night before to send this morning. “Personal or impersonal?” The arm holding your cellphone goes to your side and you laugh at your overthinking of such a simple task. 

So you just crank out a quick message of your address and begrudgingly tap a smiley emoji putting your phone down on the coffee table before you regret it. The ding of an incoming message goes off in the otherwise silent living room if you count the rhythmic pounding in your chest at the anticipation of his answer as silence. You try not to think about the speed at which you walked from the other side of the room to see what he said. Sounds good! I’ll drop by later today and take a look at what we’ve got ahead of us. Saving you from the total embarrassment of being overeager he also included a smiley emoji at the end of his sentence making you slightly more relaxed.

***

Consciously you know that this is not a date, but that doesn’t stop your illogical brain from changing your outfit three times in the last half hour. He’s just here for a tour of the inn and you’re working together now, kind of. This is the first male interaction you’ve had since your breakup and your heart feels like it's in hyperdrive at that. You wring your hands together waiting near the front entrance for his arrival. A knock raps against the door and you take a deep steady breath before opening it to a to-go cup of coffee with that same cute brunette attached to it.

He greets you with a soft smile and a good morning. “That was fast. Were you near the door?” He hands you the coffee and you try to hide your mortification that he noticed.

“No, I was moving some stuff around when you knocked. Thank you. I love that café. They have the best coffee in town.” You open the door wider to allow him to walk inside.

Zach clears his throat and walks inside carrying a clipboard in the opposite hand; the sound of his workman’s boots on the creaking floorboards. “You’re welcome. I wasn’t sure if you liked it since tea seems to be your preference.” You swallow a gasp at him noticing what drink you had during your second meeting. He clicks the pen he had in his pocket and immediately goes into business mode writing out future renovation projects throughout each room.

You both squeeze into the powder room and you mention that you want to replace the toilet. “I don’t want to open up with that one. I want a new one.”

“Why? It’s clearly functioning. I thought you liked historic things.” He grumbles proving his point by flushing it and raising his eyebrows in your direction.

You narrow your eyes and cross your arms bringing his attention to your chest. “Yes...I do. I’m just not comfortable with the hundreds of years of shits that took place in it. We’re getting a new one. Add it to the list.” You walk out of the tight space in defiance and effectively end the debate. You might have imagined the huff he released and you definitely missed him calling you stubborn. You walk through all the rooms within the inn skipping your bedroom since that wasn’t on your list of priorities before guests rooms and you weren’t sure if you could handle the visual of Zach standing in your bedroom with you.

You walk downstairs in silence and make your way back to the front entrance. “Well, we have a shit ton of work cut out for us. It’s not going to be easy, but I might be able to shave some additional costs where we can.” 

He must see a flash of irritation in your eyes and brings his palm up in defense. “Woah--hey. That’s why I’m here. To help you get through this. Together.” The last word a plea to understand he means no harm in his words.

A warmth fills your chest at the last word. Together. You tamp down that feeling as soon as it appears. You nod, shooting an apologetic smile his way before focusing on a scratch on the floor. “On the topic of money since as you know I can’t pay you I was thinking of some alternatives.” Your eyes finally meet his to see him shaking his head telling you it wasn’t necessary, but you insist on letting you finish your words.

“I have all these empty rooms and I’m not a terrible cook so I was thinking w-what if you...stayed here? We wouldn’t even have to see each other unless working on renovations. Not that I don’t like seeing you, but if privacy is an issue.” Jesus christ. You stammer your way to the end of your proposition and avoid staring at his face in fear of rejection. There is a pause and you try to retract what you said before you get interrupted by him gently saying your name.

“Yeah, okay. I’d have to go home and pack, but yeah.” Your heart flutters at the scene of that familiar dimple you’ve come to love directed at you.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow at 7 then?” Your voice picks up volume now that he’s given you his answer. You open the door to let him leave and he turns around saluting you with a grin. You could get used to that.

***

Like clockwork, Zach arrives at 7AM on the dot which you tease him for while helping him bring in his belongings.

"Punctuality is a virtue, sweetheart." 

You remember Kit mentioning he was a former marine, but you keep that information to yourself while directing him to the bedroom he will be sleeping in. You inform him that breakfast is just about ready and leave him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings alone.

Zach appears from the opening of the kitchen while you’re plating the french toast slices with berries. He pours the two of you mugs of coffee and you sit on the stools at the island to dig into your breakfast. At first bite your eyes widen and feel a heat rising to your cheeks at the filthiest groan Zach releases. "Damn, if this is what I get everytime you cook I will be very satisfied." Me too.

***

The both of you start to really pick up a rhythm and tackle your projects room by room. There are even some days he beats you in waking up in the morning, but his idea of a hearty breakfast is toast. You forgive that when he gives you the largest mug you own of coffee to soften the blow of his lackluster cooking skills. 

This morning you’re going to be working on the faucet that continuously haunts you and you change into a worn white t-shirt with leggings in case you’re doing any dirty work at any point in the day. It’s been spraying water erratically since yesterday when you tried to make chamomile tea for you both before going to bed.

“Alright, let's see what we got here.” Zach tinkers with the aerator and it immediately starts spitting out water at him. In the midst of his struggle to turn the faucet off he isn’t fast enough because when he eventually turns it off he is absolutely drenched. There is a silence in the room other than the sound of droplets hitting the floor before you break out in laughter at the sight before you.

“Zach, you look like a wet rat.” You put your hands on your knees and lean in a folded position losing your composure. Your stomach starts cramping and you wipe the tears in your eyes basking in the moment.

He huffs in annoyance and you hear him trying to shake off the excess water on his clothes. “You done?” You’re not even remotely done, but his tone makes you act otherwise.

“Yeah, I’m-ZACH!!” He turns the sink back on and grabs you by the waist to bring you in front of the stream in sweet revenge. You don’t even have time to react before you end up in the same state he’s in drenched to the bone. He finally turns the faucet off and you force yourself out of his arms to slap him repeatedly. 

"Now who's the wet rat?" He grabs a piece of your hair and moves it behind your ear. That tentative touch alone could have made you melt right there and then.

The boyish laugh he lets out has you beam with delight and you take a moment to admire each other before his smile falls. You furrow your brows and follow his line of sight; your first instinct should be to cover your chest but you swear you’re not imagining the swirl of lust filling his eyes. Wearing mesh undergarments today probably wasn’t your most brilliant idea. 

Your breath hitches when you follow where his eyes travel. Your lips, to your neck, and slowly returning his gaze back to your chest causing a heat to pool between your legs. Out of the corner of your eye Zach’s hand that was flat on the counter twitches as if he’s fighting the urge to touch you and he takes a step closer before stepping back to this original spot to your dismay. He shoots his face away from you; cheeks tinted red before clearing his throat and huskily speaks.

“You can go ahead and get changed. I’ll still be here fighting with it.”

You nod your head and sigh in disappointment at the broken moment before making your way back upstairs to change. You can’t figure out why he hesitated when it was clear to both of you what you wanted. You throw on a dry shirt and walk back to the kitchen hoping the awkwardness has faded.

Zach is still in the same spot messing with the faucet, but has the water shut off to avoid any more accidents. 

“We should just buy a new faucet, Zach. It’s hopeless.”

He shoots you a glare startling you when he breaks his reserved nature. “No. It’s part of the history and just because something is broken doesn’t mean they’re disposable. They deserve a second chance.”

You sense a shift in the atmosphere and you know he isn’t talking only about the faucet anymore. You slowly nod while picking at a chip on the counter and your mouth speaks before your brain has time to filter it.

“Like from when you were home-” You shut yourself up as soon as you started. You freeze hoping that he didn’t hear you, but the pause in him working on the faucet confirms that he did.

“How...how do you know about that?” His tone is as quiet as you’ve ever heard it and it breaks your heart even more to know that you’re the cause of it.

Your sharp inhale fills the room and you save yourself some time to come up with an explanation by pushing the flakes into the sink from your frantic picking. Regardless of planning out your words your voice still quivers when you speak.

“Someone told me. I’m so sorry, Zach. I was never going to mention it, but-” You never get to finish your apology when you hear the padding of his bare feet on the tile leaving the room. You turn the knob to the sink—looks like it’s fixed but you royally fucked up.

He avoids you the rest of the day by working on projects on the opposite side of the inn. There's no explosive argument. No demanding an apology for invading his privacy. You would have preferred that over the silent treatment. You deserved that. It only seems fitting to your situation when the cracking of thunder roars outside like the universe has been wronged and its demanding vengeance. I know.

***

You’re cleaning the living room area wallowing in your self pity when the flickering of the lamp catches your eye. Before you can even process the thought you can’t see anything other than the lightning in the distance through the window. Figures. The power must have gone out.

Your line of vision follows the stomping from the floor above you and a deep exhale can be heard from the man that has been avoiding you all day.

“You alright?” You can’t see him through the pitch blackness, but you know if the creaking of the staircase is any consolation he’s on his way down to you.

You blindly feel your way around to the dining room table where the candles you purchased earlier in the day to give Zach some space are located. “Yeah, I’m just going to go grab some candles.” You know he can’t see you, but you hear a grunt in approval. 

You start walking back into the living area extending your arm in the air to avoid ramming into something before you feel a hand gently grab your forearm to direct you back to him. The coffee table screeches from being shoved away and his hand smooths down to your own to pull you to the floor. His hand is so warm around yours prompting your heart to lose its stable rhythm. He lets go way too soon and you fight to shove down the whine that was crawling its way up your throat in protest. The flick of a lighter goes off illuminating the room in a soft orange glow while Zach finishes lighting the other candles. If it wasn’t so awkward it would actually be pretty romantic.

You wonder what would have happened if you had never opened your mouth; so critical of yourself over your word vomit that you don’t hear Zach saying your name. Your attention is brought back to the man in front of you and the dam breaks spilling apology after apology. His hand hovers in front of you and asks if you could politely shut up.

You shift yourself backwards to lean your back against the front of the couch and he mirrors the position next to you taking a deep breath before he speaks. “I was homeless. I was in the marines.” He lifts up the sleeve of his shirt to show you the tattoo on his right arm. 

“When I got back I couldn’t adjust to civilian life. I got diagnosed with PTSD and the VA helped for a little bit until they didn’t. It would have been easier if I had a drug problem, but I had a place to sleep problem which is how I ended up sleeping in a park.” Your heart shatters at the visual and you intertwine your fingers with his rubbing gentle circles on his knuckles in comfort.

“I mean I had to sleep with a pipe at all times because you just never knew when the next threat was going to be. I was scared. Scared of being jumped and scared of when my next meal was going to be. I’m not mad at you for bringing it up. I just...for once wanted to be someone other than that homeless guy. I didn’t want you to think of me like that.” A humorless laugh falls out of his mouth and you scooch closer until your thighs touch, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Zach, I would never think of you like that. I can’t even begin to imagine how scared you were. You really want to know how I see you? I see a kind hearted man that makes everyone he talks to smile. I see a man who dropped everything to help a friend with a problem and not to mention a complete stranger who definitely didn’t deserve it after certain rude comments. I see someone really brave and despite the circumstances you overcame it. That’s what I see.” You feel his head move to lay on the crown of your head and with the exhale he releases so does the tension from earlier.

You’re not sure when you closed your eyes or how long but it isn’t until Zach breaks the tranquility of the moment that you open them. “What about you? What’s your story with the inn? Since we’ve established you don’t know what you’re doing.” He flinches in pain when you pinch his side at the remark, but neither of you can stop the smile directed at the other.

“Well. The cliché story is that I’m recently single after being in a relationship for years. I thought we were both on the same page as far as marriage and kids goes, but he either changed his mind or appeased me to get me to shut up about it.” You sigh and the tear in the rug becomes really interesting until you feel Zach squeeze your hand encouraging you to continue.

This memory does actually make you smile unlike the other one. “When I was a little girl I traveled with my parents all over the country, always staying in inns. I mean, really old historic ones like this one. When my parents died I was devastated and I guess I felt like I was holding onto a piece of their memory when I bought this place. That I wasn’t completely alone because I had this.” Zach’s lips press into your head and you melt at the significance of the gesture.

“There’s this one memory I have of being in Cape May with them. I never forgot it because we stayed in what was called the “lavender room” and it was as you can probably figure out all shades of purple. Well, in this particular inn they had a clawfoot tub in the bathroom and I begged my parents to let me use it. I couldn’t get over the fact that I could use the lavender scented bubble bath in the lavender room. They wouldn’t let me and I was devastated so every trip afterwards they would bring lavender body wash to appease me when I would ask. Purple walls or not. I was a brat as a kid.”

“You got a thing for tubs?” You hear more than see the grin on Zach’s face and you hum in confirmation.

“When I bought this place and saw there was an attached bathroom to one of the rooms I was ecstatic because in the picture it had this beautiful vintage clawfoot tub. It felt like everything fit into place and then when I walked in I could see where there used to be a tub but it was an empty space so you can only imagine my disappointment.” You laugh at the memory of your mini temper tantrum at that realization.

“Sorry.” Zach rests his cheek against your temple and you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

“There are worse things. Maybe someday I’ll fulfill that dream, but it just isn’t high on our priority list right now with everything we need to get done.”

“Hm.” You bring your head up to ask him what he meant by that not realizing how close he was to you. He meets you halfway slotting his nose against yours and you stop breathing afraid that you’ll somehow break out of the trance you’re in. The silent question in his eyes asking if this was okay and you nod.

Your gaze follows his tongue peeking out to lick his lips and you raise your head to surge forward until you’re blinded by the lights turning back on. Zach’s forehead presses against your own and you grin at the devastation taking over his features even with his eyes closed. He opens his eyes and the boyish grin returns on his face at the comedic timing of it all.

“Come on.”

You blow out the candles now that you don’t need them. He grabs your hand lifting you up off the ground and presses that hand on your lower back to move you towards the stairs. There’s a comfortable stillness that you don’t feel it’s necessary to fill it in with conversation. You walk to your respective bedrooms wishing each other a goodnight before closing your door.

***

Sleep is not coming easily to you, too frustrated at the recollection of events of the day. You can’t help but laugh at the cruel joke the universe seems to be playing on you while staring at the ceiling. All the interruptions it seems to be inciting on you just when it seems like that cord of sexual tension will finally snap, the push and pull between you finally coming to a head. The only sounds heard in the room are the crickets outside now that the storm has died down and the rapidly growing thumping of your heart and core. Your brain replaying and rewriting that moment with Zach in the kitchen. What if he hadn’t stopped when he had? What if he had succumbed to the obvious desire you reflected back?

There is a moment of hesitation between you; a question before you surge forward at the same time in a bruising kiss. Zach’s tongue begs for entrance and you grant it lightly sucking his bottom lip between yours. A groan similar to that morning while eating breakfast comes out of his mouth before he presses you against the counter and the evidence of his arousal on your hip. His one hand is playing with the bottom hem of your shirt while the other wraps around your lower back; not quite reaching where he wants but respecting boundaries until he requests permission.

“Is this okay?”

Your eyes flicker between his eyes and lips; you grab his hand slowly, never breaking eye contact to move his hand under your shirt until he reaches your breast—“Yes.” He curses rolling his hips into yours squeezing your clothed breast not able to hide the grin at your responsive moan. You impatiently remove your shirt and bra baring yourself under his stare.

“Fuck, these beautiful tits. These beautiful fucking tits.” He returns his hand to your breast using his index and middle finger to pinch and pull at your nipples alternating between the two. His hips grind into yours hitting your clit just right and you’re powerless to fight the whimper crawling up your throat.

The sound of a drawer opening and frantic rustling breaks the silence in the room before you find what you’re looking for. Your soaked pussy begging for attention and you’re hopeless to ignore the ache. All you can hope is Zach is either asleep or too far away to hear the vibrating circles focusing on your clit.

Your fingers run through and pull his hair at his ministrations, his hands smoothing down your back, kneading your ass until he lifts you onto the counter. He grasps the back of your knees to spread you further allowing him space to admire the view of your breasts, smoothing his fingers up and down your thighs. You cup his cheeks and pull him back to your lips, your tongues fighting for dominance and dancing melodically all at once. 

A soft gasp breaks it when you feel Zach’s thumb circling your clit through your thin leggings creating a perfect friction. You could come on this alone until his hand moves to your waistband slipping into your panties to return to your clit rubbing those soft circles.

His middle and index finger trace down your folds to your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I want you to come for me sweetheart. I want to hear-”

You bite the back of your hand just in time to muffle the moan you let out when you come hard, maintaining feather-like strokes to prolong your high. Your heart beating erratically until you slowly come down evening out your breaths. You open your eyes to blindly find your way to the attached bathroom to clean up and crawl back into bed. Even after relief, sleep still doesn’t come easy.

***

A groan escapes you followed by a yawn while you’re making coffee the next morning. After taking care of your needs last night you only managed to sleep for a few hours before the sun was rising.

“Good morning.”

Zach lazily walks into the kitchen and you fight the giggle at the state of his sleep mussed hair. You yearn to run your fingers through it and your fantasy from last night comes roaring to the surface causing a heat to rise in your cheeks.

You clear your throat and hope he doesn’t notice your internal dilemma. “Do you want breakfast?”

He walks behind you to open the cupboard, pulling two mugs out to fill them up, shaking his head at your question. “Can’t. There’s an estate sale going on today and I thought I might see what they have to bring back here. Now that the groundwork has been laid as far as renovations we’re just about at the point where we can consider a grand opening date.”

Your stomach bottoms out at the thought of an opening date. On the one hand you’re excited because this is what you’ve wanted but on the other hand that puts a deadline on your time with Zach. You must take too long to answer because his hand rubs your shoulder blade and he’s asking if you’re okay.

You get yourself together nodding your head while turning to face him. “Okay. I guess I’ll work outside and get the garden to something you can actually stand to look at.” You hope the lighthearted tone covers the distress on your face and it seems to because he’s already on his way out the door. You had gotten used to this little domestic bubble the two of you lived in, but it wasn’t real.

***

You’ve been working tirelessly all day picking at weeds and turning soil to get prepared for planting. Zach still hasn’t returned from the estate sale so you use this time to go to the plant store for supplies. Your mind wanders to Zach while shopping. Regardless of the fact he is helping you there was never agreement of what would happen afterwards. Logically speaking you would go your separate ways, but that thought made your stomach turn.

You couldn’t deny that you’ve grown feelings for him and the close quarters certainly haven’t aided in your denial since he is there everyday. Those lingering looks and unnecessary touches when passing coffee or tea to each other often made you wonder if he feels the same. That moment you shared in the kitchen has you thinking he does unless it was just the heat of the moment. You were practically almost half naked in front of him and that puts you down a spiral of self doubt of his possible feelings for you.

You’re carrying your bags of supplies opening the front door and pause when you hear loud grunting from multiple men. You kick the door closed and you’re about to panic until you hear Zach’s voice echoing which brings you at ease. “Uh, Zach? Everything okay?”

A curse shoots out and you’re about to walk over to the stairs before you hear Zach protest. “Y-Yeah, we’re good. Just go outside and finish up gardening. We got this.” At his reassurance you start planting some of the flowers you got at the store until dark.

***

You’re sweating like a pig by the time you’re finished and just want to relax when you hear Zach opening the door calling your name. “Wow. This looks amazing. You did a great job out here.” He’s sporting a proud smile on his face and you can’t help but mirror it.

“Thanks.”

He grabs your hand to help you up off the grass while you brush off the dirt from your leggings. “Come on. I have a surprise for you.”

His hand hovers on your lower back directing you to the stairs and tells you to close your eyes. “Surprise? You really expect me to go up these steps without seeing where I’m going?”

He takes a minute to think that through and ultimately grabs your arm to help you up the steps. You want to trace your steps to figure out where you’re going, but you don’t want to ruin whatever has him so excited so you choose to instead ignore it.

The first thing that hits you is the scent of lavender overwhelming your nose and the humidity in the air. Zach permits you to open your eyes and your knees almost buckle at the sight before you in your bathroom. There’s candles strewn about on all the open surfaces and tears blur your vision at what sits in the corner in what used to be an empty space. A clawfoot bathtub.

A throat being cleared brings you back to the present and you don’t think before you crash into him with a crushing hug. “Zach…”

Zach returns your hug bringing one of his hands to rest on the back of your head stroking your hair. “I was at that estate sale and saw it. It was pretty beaten up, but we gave it a fresh paint job to match your bathroom. I-I hope you like the color. It’s no lavender, but it wouldn’t have gone with the color scheme in here.”

Zach reluctantly lets you go and rubs the back of his neck nervously when you’re not having any kind of reaction. You’re too speechless to find the words to describe how cared for you feel right now. How much he cares for you. “Thank you.”

You see how the tension in his shoulders deflates at the confirmation that he did the right thing. “Of course. You work so hard. You deserve to relax.” He tells you to get into the bath before the water gets cold and walks out.

You release a contented sigh and dip deeper into the warmth of the scented bubbles; thinking about that cute brunette waltzing into your life when you desperately needed it. You think back to your earlier self doubt, but this puts that to bed. As kind hearted as he is this wasn’t something you do for just anyone. Maybe, just maybe, he returns your feelings and you’re determined to find out. You must have been in the bath a long time in your thoughts because the water starts to cool, suddenly realizing you didn’t have a change of clothes other than what you wore before you got in. You don’t want to put your clothes back on so you have no choice—

“Zach? Can you grab me some pajamas from my nightstand? I forgot them before I got in.”

“You got it!” Zach bypasses the bathroom and walks into your bedroom shaking the picture perfect visual of you right now. The bubbles being the only thing standing between your soft skin, flushed cheeks from the steam, and—the zipper on his pants never felt so uncomfortable after opening the first drawer. Definitely not that one. Maybe someday. He desperately hopes you let him.

He clears his throat and adjusts his pants, opening the second one to grab a pair of pajamas for you, knocking on the bathroom door to let you know he has them.

“Thanks. You can bring them in.”

You hear the creak of the floorboards from him shifting his weight on the other side and then a pause. “But you’re...taking a bath. I can drop it off in front of the door.”

“The bubbles are covering me. It’s okay. You can bring them.” You find it endearing that he’s so nervous even with the wall separating you. You hear a deep exhale and the knob being turned, his head poking in while covering his eyes.

You can’t control the laugh at his expense. “I said you couldn’t see anything. That’s not necessary.”

Zach clears his throat and you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You don’t need to see his eyes to know the cogs are turning in his head. “I’ll keep them closed.” I won’t be able to fight the urge to join you in that tub and everything that comes with it.

He feels around the bathroom to deposit them on the counter and speeds out of the bathroom.

You think you hear him mumbling under his breath but you can’t make out the words.

You go about your normal nightly routine and head downstairs to Zach making chamomile tea for you both, depositing the mugs on the coffee table in the living room. The two of you sit on the couch consciously scooting closer until your thighs touch, enjoying each other’s company in silence.

You put your mug back on the coffee table and Zach’s arm swings on the back of the couch behind you, not quite touching the back of your neck but close enough to make the hairs stand up anyway. “Thank you. No one’s ever done something like that for me.”

“Anytime. You deserve that, you know? You’ve been working so hard and I know it hasn’t been smooth sailing so you deserve a relaxing moment or two. You can put yourself first sometimes. And you know, you’re not going to be needing me pretty soon so take it while you can. The work is almost done.” Your heart drops at the implication and you decide it’s now or never. When did your mouth get so dry? 

“I-I’m always going to need you.”

Zach’s features soften at your words and you feel his fingers gently stroking your cheek, shifting to cup it. You subconsciously lick your lips bringing his attention to them and his thumb grazes your cheekbone.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You’re not even embarrassed at your quick answer. You think you’d say yes to anything he would ask you.

He brings your face close to him, his hot breath tickling your face, and pulls you in for a chaste kiss. He breaks the kiss leaning his forehead against yours and breathes you in. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

“It’s the bubble bath, Zach.”

“Yeah, but it’s also just you. You smelled good before you got in the bath.” You narrow your eyes playfully but if you weren’t already sitting down your knees would have given out.

“I was sweaty and dirty.” 

“It’s just the way you always smell.” You lean your elbow on the back of the couch, laying your cheek on your hand, and raise your eyebrows in false shock.

“I always smell like sweat?”

“What, no. That’s not what I mea-” He realizes you’re teasing him when he sees the smile you’re trying to hide behind your hand, forcing a laugh out of him. “You always bite back at everything I say.”

You close the distance between you with an inviting smile, a whisper away from his lips. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I do. It’s what I like about you.” His thumb and index finger grasp your chin to pull you back in, but this one is not as chaste as the first kiss. He pulls your jaw down to open your mouth to him and licks into your mouth, massaging his tongue against yours. He releases a groan at your taste and oh—this one is so much better than what you heard in the kitchen. You use the opportunity to nip his bottom lip and he grabs your thighs to pull you into his lap; your hips straddling his until you feel his hardened bulge against your core.

You experimentally roll your hips and smile when he gasps, burying his head in the crook of your neck—his hips chasing yours. “That feel good?”

“Fuck, you know it does.”

You decide to spare him and stop your teasing to start unbuckling his belt, his lips trailing kisses on your neck before biting at your pulse point when you wrap your hand around his cock. He bucks his hips up to meet your slow strokes.

“We can’t do this here.” He whimpers when your thumb smooths over his slit to spread his pre-come and you kiss his ear, suckling his earlobe between your lips.

“Why not?”

He abruptly pulls your hand out of his pants and gently pushes you off of him. He is the perfect picture in front of you and you feel pride at the state you’ve brought him to—his chest heaving, lips swollen from your kissing, all the blood traveling to his cheeks. Well, almost. Your eyes zero in on what must be an obviously uncomfortable erection. 

“Because guests are going to sit here and I don’t think they would appreciate this as much as I am right now. Upstairs. Now.”

You somehow make it upstairs in one piece despite the fumbling of limbs and hungry kisses and your back slams against your bedroom door once you’ve made it to your destination. You lift your shirt up and throw it on the floor followed by the unclasping of your bra before that drops to the floor as well. He grabs your thighs lifting you up to carry you to the bed, his hips pressing into yours on the mattress, pressing one last lingering kiss before shifting off the bed to admire you laid out in front of him.

“You’re beautiful like this.” Even with desire crashing through your veins your heart still flutters at the sentiment, his warm hand wraps around your ankle and rubs up and down your calf.

His hand sets your nerves alight and you conjure up the sweetest smile you can muster. “Hm. Are you going to stare all night? Or-” You open the leg he doesn’t have a hold on and you know he can see the wetness through your shorts if the growl that comes out is anything to go by. 

“Or are you going to do something about this?”

He grips your ankle tighter pulling you towards the edge of the bed and the visual of him kneeling down is a sight you will never forget. His hands grip the waistband of your shorts and slowly pull them down—his eyes meeting yours in a hungry gaze once he throws them over his shoulder.

“No panties?”

You think he’s going to go straight to where you weep for him but he smiles leaning back up to give you a soft kiss on the lips—then another one and shifts back off the bed to his original position. Even in your collective lust he still manages to make your heart skip a beat at his softness.

He grabs your leg and places it over his shoulder peppering kisses up your inner thighs to where you desperately need him. Your eyelashes flutter when he places open mouthed kisses sucking what will surely be bruises you’ll wear with honor tomorrow.

He spreads your folds to reveal your clit and the first kitten lick has your back arching off the bed, the pleasure shooting through your core when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. A raspy moan you didn’t even know you were capable of comes out and you grasp his hair pulling while your other hand grips the sheets under you to try to keep yourself grounded—needing something to hold onto or you’d float away. Not yet, not when it feels this good.

Your head shoots up of its own accord when you feel Zach’s finger circling your entrance, his eyes a question if he can continue. You nod and your head falls back down on the pillow; whimpers falling out of your mouth at the feeling of his finger finally pushing into your entrance before adding a second finger. 

You can hear the squelching from how wet you are when he pumps his fingers—in and out slightly picking up speed until he curls his fingers rubbing against that spongy spot of your pussy before pausing his ministrations. You look back down at him in frustration to him sporting a half smirk against your inner thigh.

“That feel good?”

"Shit. You..." You have half a mind to push his head back home for repeating your earlier words back to you, but you wait to be rewarded for your patience.

"You know it d-” Your words are cut off when he pulls your clit back between his lips relentlessly curling his fingers back against your walls. His teeth graze against your clit lightly and the tension in your core snaps, your walls clenching tight around his fingers. You hear a moan from below and he laps up everything you give him until you push his head away when it becomes too much.

You slowly come back down from your high and your fingers curl around the strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead basking in your post-orgasmic bliss. Zach kisses from your navel back to your lips, pushing his tongue into your open mouth so you can taste yourself. 

“We need to take these off.” You chuckle and play with the hem of his shirt until he raises his arms up so you can lift it up, his golden hued abdomen revealing itself to you and you hear the rustling of his pajama pants and boxers being pulled down his legs to join his shirt on the floor.

You cup his cheeks and roll your hips. He gasps when his erect cock slots between your folds and he peppers kisses on your collarbone. You bring his head back to face yours, kissing his cheeks and lightly stroke his cheekbone. “You’re beautiful.”

His eyes become glassy and he attempts to shift his face to the side to break eye contact but your grip remains firm. “Even the parts you don’t like. Beautiful.”

He crashes his lips against yours pouring all his emotions into it—all the unsaid love he can give and just hope you understand. You trace your fingers starting from his brows making your way up, your nails scratching his scalp, and a release of air comes from his nose before going boneless against you—the weight of him a comfort that he’s here with you before he’s leaning up on his forearm to notch himself at your entrance. “Are you sure?”

You dig your nails into his shoulder blades and lock your ankles over his ass to push him inside. “What do you think? Yes.”

“Just checking.” That boyish grin returns to his face and only then does he slowly inch his cock into your entrance and the sheet next to your head creases from Zach gripping it in restraint—fighting the urge to push himself home all at once. God, he’s big. He rolls his hips until he’s to the hilt and you feel his pubic hair meet your pelvis. You experimentally clench around his cock and smile at the curse that he shoots out at the feeling of you.

“Fuck. Don’t. It’ll be over before it starts if you keep that up, sweetheart.” He doesn’t move—savoring the feeling of being inside of you that wasn’t in the form of his imagination.

You mouth at his ear, nipping his earlobe lightly and whisper. “Move.”

He looks down at you with a smirk calling you impatient. “Oh, shut-” You’re interrupted by your own moan when he picks up his thrusts.

“Shit, you’re so wet—so hot around me. Can you hear how your perfect pussy takes me?” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts and you’re not even embarrassed about the squelching sounds in the room your arousal leaking down to the crack of your ass. He grabs the back of your knees and pushes them towards your chest—his thrusts going even deeper than before.

“Fuck, you feel so good—so fucking good.”

You feel the softness of his hair moving down to your chest and you let out a moan when you feel his hot mouth wrap around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking around it making you arch your back in response. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your sternum before switching to your other breast but not without pinching the nipple that stands at attention for him.

You feel the tightening in your core build higher and higher but not enough to throw you over the edge. Zach must sense it because you watch him grab the back of your knees and lift your legs over his shoulders—the weight of his body leaning against the back of your thighs so he can lick his thumb—a whimper releasing from you at the lewd display of his tongue before he brings it down to your clit rubbing circles. You buck your hips to meet his thrusts as best you can with your position and your pussy clenches around him when your orgasm surges through you making you sob out his name.

“Shit. So tight. So fucking perfect for me.” His hips stutter as he tries to reach his release until you feel hot ropes of come paint the inside of your walls, his hips turning into a slow grind to ride out his high. He presses his face into the crook of your neck and his lips press light kisses on your throat. “That was-”

“Yeah.” You don’t even hide the satisfied smile that is surely taking up your whole face. You almost whine at the emptiness when Zach pulls out and lays next to you, your collective pants filling the room. You felt too sated to move so you close your eyes and listen to your slowing heartbeat.

You feel the sheets moving from under you as Zach shifts his weight. “You got one more in you?” 

“Hmm?” It takes you a few seconds to catch onto what he said, your eyes still closed when you hear your nightstand drawer open and rustling, followed by a gentle buzzing sounding in the room. He makes you come two more times after that with his fingers and the vibrator all while whispering praise into your ear of how good you feel and he’ll never get enough of how you feel when you clench around his cock. How he never wants to stop.

***

The sun delicately making itself known through the curtains wakes you up and you feel a weight on your waist. The night before comes back to you when you feel a welcomed ache between your thighs, a reminder of your activities. You trace your fingers along the arm that is wrapped around your middle and you hear a tired sigh from behind followed by a croaky good morning from Zach.

“Good morning.” He grabs your hand so he can play with your fingers and you nearly cry at the intimacy of the moment. How different everything is compared to a few months ago; a relationship that wasn’t making you happy, the loss of your parents, and the lack of purpose you felt in your life.

“Are you happy? We’re almost done.”

You release a deep sigh at the sad interruption of the moment. “Happy to be done with the stress. Not happy because I won’t have a reason to keep you here.” Zach’s fingers clasp your chin and slightly turns your face to kiss you and then kiss your shoulder.

“You don’t need one.” His response muffled by his lips still pressed against your shoulder.

You turn around in his hold and ask the question that has been plaguing you for months. “What if you stayed?”

A furrow forms between his brows and you run your thumb along it to release the tension. “What if you just worked here….with me? As partners. You could keep everything in working order and I can make french toast and we’d do it. Together.”

Zach pauses his strokes on your waist and you inwardly panic that he’s going to reject you.

“Yeah.” 

You release the breath you weren’t aware you were holding at his answer. “Yeah?” Your vision starts to blur as tears fall down your cheek and bury your head where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Together. I did do most of the work after all.” You raise your head up to fight him on that statement but you soften at the loving look in his eyes when you meet them.

“Kiss me?” The emotions you’re feeling are so overwhelming that the question just barely breaches the surface, but in the stillness of the room he hears you.

Zach’s fingers clasp under your chin to bring you close to his face—his steady breaths through his nose tickling your upper lip until your lips meet in a soft kiss. You lick at his lips requesting access and he grants it before leaning over you. You feel your soft linen sheets slide off your naked body and you open your legs to allow his hips to slot against yours—his morning erection making itself known.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me?”

***

You’re at the front desk going through your list of errands for the day when you feel a presence behind you and a kiss on your neck. “All booked?”

You tilt your head up to allow him to continue his ministrations and your cheeks begin to hurt from how wide your smile is. “Almost. Just one more empty room so we’ll see how today goes.” You turn around and give him a chaste kiss on his lips; a contrast to the assault he did on your neck seconds ago.

You grab his shoulder and push him away from the front desk but not before delivering a slap on his ass. “Now get back to work, Wellison.” He salutes you with a grin and turns to leave to deal with whatever needs fixing. You never did get used to that.

You hear the door chime and you turn to face your possible customers with a genuine smile. “Good morning! Welcome to-“

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