#im sleepy and I JUST WANNA THROW THIS OUT HERE TO FORGET ABOUT IT

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The ‘cat batch’ AU by @/cloneenthusiast has me feeling some type of way and I couldn’t rest until I drew doggirl Brea for catboy crosshair 😳❣ so...nya I guess!

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2

Part 1

Hiii I don't know if you take request but can i request like a chris evans x reader like the reader and chris are married and chris is having a bad day or something so chris go out to the pub and go home drunk and its been going for 3 days and the reader and chris has a 6year old and the reader have been doing all the work and taking care of they're daughter and they're daughter miss chris bc chris is never home and just go home until 12 or 2 in the morning or if chris is home he never play with her daughter and they're daughter is sad abt it bc they're daughter though chris doesn't love her anymore and chris miss her play in school even though chris promise so that day when chris miss her daughter's play the reader confront chris abt it and chris said he doesn't care abt his daughter and he said he didn't know why he married the reader bc she's clingy but chris didn't know that they're daughter heard what chris said abt her and chris didn't know also that the reader is 6-7 weeks pregnant and the reader and chris heard they're daughter sob and that moment chris realize it all his mistakes? and apologize to them idk if this make sense and im sorry if this is so longg, thank you in advance stay safe! <3

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄��𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒅! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕

Chris paced back and forth as he tried to call you for the 10th time. It was the next day, he was sober and the images from last night clouded his brain. Seeing the pain and anger on your face as he said he wish he never married you.

Seeing isabella crying from his disgusting words. That hurt him the most, he regret everything.

The phone went to voicemail again making Chris groan. You had every right to not talk to you, but he wanted to know you and isabella was okay. You were still his wife.

Chris sighed sitting down on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, exhaling for the hundredth time.

The house phone on the table beside the couch rung causing Chris to quickly grab it. He thought it was you but no, it was your doctor.

"hi is this Mrs Evans?" Chris frowned, "uh no but this is Mr Evans." Chris said, he was deeply confused.

"oh well you tell Mrs Evans that have her next appointment date to check on the baby."

Chris stood up, he wasn't sure he heard right. "I'm sorry, the baby?"

The innocence lady on the other side of the phone phone gasped, "oh I'm sorry, you didn't know."

"no it's fine." Chris sighed softly, his heart picking up speed in his chest. "I'll tell her, thank you." He hung up the phone throwing it onto the couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He mumbled to himself. He really needed to find you and isabella.

*

You laid in the uncomfortable bed, isabella sleeping soundly beside you. It was around 8 in the morning and thoughts from yesterday filled your mind.

"I wish I never married you"

"Forget isabella, I don't care about her stupid play"

It hurt just knowing he thought those things. It took some time last night, but you managed to go to sleep around 3am. Now it was morning time, you were in a crappy hotel, and Chris was blowing up your phone like crazy.

You sighed pulling back the blanket. You walked to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, your almost 3 month along bump was showing. You tore your eyes from it looking at your face. You were trying not to think about Chris in that moment.

"get it together y/n." You whispered to yourself.

"mommy." You looked back to the doorway seeing isabella. Her stuff bear was in her hands as she rubbed her sleepy eye with the other hand.

"good morning honey."

You walked over to her, "did you sleep good?" Isabella looked up at you. "Yeah, I slept great." You laughed, "that's great. Uh do you wanna go get some breakfast? We can eat some pancakes and waffles, what you say bug?"

Isabella started to think, it was almost like you can see the wheels turning in her head. "Uhh yeah. Can we see daddy too?"

Your stomach did a flip, you didn't think she'll be okay with what he said about her, but She was 6 so maybe that was the reason.

"umm... Yeah, yeah. We can see daddy." Isabella smiled, "okay, I watch TV now." She walked back over to the bed, hopping in it. You exhaled, running your hands over your face. Here goes nothing you thought to yourself.

*

Chris phone ringing interrupting him from his daze. He picked it up seeing your contact. His heart picked up as he answered it.

"y/n, are you okay?" On the other side of the phone you sighed, "yeah, I'm fine. Look um isabella want see you so can you meet us at the diner at (some street name)?"

Chris nodded even though you couldn't see him. "Yeah, of course." He walked to the foyer to put on his shoes. "Umm, I love you." Chris said. He wasn't expecting you to say it back, but you did. When you did, his heart skipped and a smile formed on his face.

You hung up the phone. You let out a sigh once again. Here goes nothing.

*

You sat in the diner, isabella beside you coloring in the booklet they gave her. You both were waiting for Chris to come.

Your mind was filled, you couldn't even figure out what you were thinking about at all at this point.

After waiting a few more minutes, you heard the diner door open. In walked Chris. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers and stuffed animal. You were guessing it was his apologize.

He walked over to you both, just like yours, his heart was beating pretty hard in his chest.

"hey." Chris smiled shyly at you as you got up. "Hi." You tore your eyes from his, looking down at isabella. She was looking up at her daddy with a soft smile on her face. Chris kneeled down to her height. "Hi baby." He said to her softly. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean any of it, I promise. Can you forgive me?"

isabella's small smile grew to a bigger one. "Yeah." Chris smiled at her. "Okay, give me a hug."

Isabella giggled as she Wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris hugged her close. He felt relived she forgave him, he felt so bad for saying what he said to her and he's going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

He pulled away from her, he handed the stuffed animal to her before standing back up.

He looked back at you. "Uh these are for you. It's not an apology, I'll give you a sincere apology later, but for now I have these." He looked at you, he had bags under his eyes from his sleepless night, and tear streaks on his cheeks from the crying he did.

you quickly tore your eyes from His taking the flowers. "Thanks." You cleared your throat. "Uh shall we have breakfast?"

Chris inhaled, "yeah." He walked over to the opposite side of the table and took a seat. You did the same sitting back beside isabella. You all ordered trying to forget about the tension that was very much between you and Chris. It was nice that you both were talking, but you just couldn't wait for the much needed talk later that night.

*

It was around 8 pm. You and Chris decided to drop her off at his mom's house. You didn't want what happened the day before to happen again.

You sat on the couch fiddling with your shirt end. Chris was in the kitchen getting you both something to drink before you talked.

"so um.. I got you some water." Chris said walking over to you handing you the glass of water. You thanked him Taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. Chris sat beside you with a sigh.

"I.. I'm sorry for yesterday. I didn't mean any of it. It just slipped out because I was drunk and tired, I wasn't in my right head space in the moment and I took out on you and Bella and I'm sorry." He breathed out. He scanned your face waiting for you to speak. You shook your head, you didn't look at him but you spoke.

"yeah you're sorry, but you really hurt me. I wish I was never, that's fucked up and it hurts so much. If you never wanted to marry me why did you?"

You turned to Chris, tears threatening to spill over. The look on your face hurted Chris, he fucked up big time and he knew it.

"no, I didn't mean that, I swear. I love you more than anything. I don't regret marrying you, it was just a stupid mistake... I'm sorry baby."

Tears were starting to form in chris' eye. He felt guilty, he knew no amount of words could fix what he done but he was sorry more than anything.

"you promise?" You looked at him. Your lips were trembling Because of your crying.

"I promise." Chris said. He cupped your cheek with his hand. He placed a light kiss on your nose, but it wasn't enough for you. You went way too long without kissing him, you weren't going to waste another second not.

You grabbed his chin kissing him. Somehow his chap lips felt soft. They felt like home to you, you missed them so much.

You pulled away looking back at Chris. "I have something I need to tell you." You said fiddling with his hands.

"I'm pregnant."

Chris gave you a sour look, you already knew why. "You know?" Chris nodded, "the doctor called. they have an appointment for you, they want you to call them back to tell you."

You exhaled, "well... Surprise." You laughed making Chris smile. He missed that sound. He's been gone for so many nights he totally forgot how it sounded.

"can I come to the next appointment?" Chris pouted his lip making you laugh. "Of course you can. You need to your little peanut. I'm thinking it's a boy"

Chris frowned, "no I'm pretty sure it's a girl."

"you haven't seen them yet." You said to him Rolling your eyes playfully. "I know but I want another princess."

"touche."

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It's not that good but thank you for reading. I had fun breaking y'all hurts on the first part lol

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navigation | requests : open | 20th feb 2021 | part 2

pairing : bakugou and todoroki x gn!reader

genre : fluffy

themes : secret relationships, ‘mutual pining’, jealousy

request : HIHI!! uh uh ok idrk how to do this so bare w me, but can i request maybe like denki, kirishima, bakugou, and todoroki a secret relationship and how they get found out sjjsjs uh thats all!! have a good day, drink some water and eat some food bc ur body deserves it 😊 kk bye!!

notes : thank you love :( i’ll do denki and kiri in a part 2!!

! : also here you are all mights niece, you live with him and he raised you.

[ bakugou ]

> he wanted to keep it secret because the bakusquad are annoying as hell and you probably wouldn’t get a minutes peace

> he isn’t interested in you because you’re all mights neice

> truthfully he couldn’t care less, you were just some extra like everyone else at first

> but he noticed you staring at him and sneaking glances at him so he got curious

> he loves watching you fight you never fail to mesmerise him when fighting especially when using combat as well not just your quirk

> when you started dating it was easy to keep it a secret because you’re both in the bakusquad

> your relationship would include sneaking out of eachothers dorms at 5am

> sneaking kisses became easier after months of practise and routine

> it’s exciting especially watching bakugou frantically grasping at straws trying to make up an excuse for you being alone together

> ‘OF COURSE IM NOT ALONE WITH THEM DUMBASS THE OTHERS WERE MEANT TO BE HERE’

> the way they find out is because of bakugous jealousy

> your friends are slowly catching on, they notice how he’s a little softer with you especially when you game together

> ‘Y/N CREEPER BEHIND YOU’ *insert bakugou laughing at you screaming*

> you emit couple energy even if you don’t mean to 

> which lead to the bakusquad trying to find out for themselves

-> scenario

> its movie night with the bakusquad and you’re sat inbetween bakugou and denki as usual

> denki always puts his head on your shoulder or someones lap usually he’s sprawled over you bakugou and kiri on the sofa

> he yawned a little placing his head in your lap 

> bakugou eyeing him before rolling his eyes jealous blasty boi

> after a couple minutes he was starting to get comfy and placed your hand on his head hinting at you to play with his hair

> you rolled your eyes at his puppy eyes and just played with his hair

> mina saw you and squealed ‘YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER’

> okay to say bakugou didnt get that mad is a horrible lie

> man was trying so hard not to yell, you could practically see the fumes coming from his nose

> you decided to ignore her because if you were to look over at bakugou it’d be a dead giveaway

> so denki is shifting around the rest of his body is in kiri’s lap and he’s just shamelessly flirting with you

> but usually he wouldn’t be so forward

> ‘y/nn since we’re both single do you wanna go out together’

> man was winking and getting closer to your face so you thought he was joking

> ‘you’re so fucking dumb denki’ and you’re about to throw him into kiris lap but bakugou finally snaps

> ‘you’re not going fucking anywhere with them sparky!’

> *everyone watching him like ?;£2*

> ‘why’s that bakugou?’ you basically face palmed internally as soon as that question was asked

> ‘because they’re My fucking s/o extras’

> yeah the bakusquad has suspicions of you and knew that if you’re dating then bakugou wouldn’t let anyone flirt with you

> jealous bakugou supremacy <3

[ todoroki ]

> honestly you probably manage to keep it a secret for like 11 months to a year

> like todoroki doesn’t talk to people outside of his friendship group unless he’s being talked to

> the only reason he wanted it to be a secret is because of his father, he didn’t know how he’d react to his ‘prized quirk experiment’ dating his rivals neice

> frankly he didn’t want to find out

> he wanted to be able to hold your hand at least and he hated not being able to go out to eat

> being the niece and son of two of the top pro-hero’s meant you were basically never left alone in public so being together is public was a fat no

> midoriya and iida often come around to shoto’s so he invited you over multiple times before you started dating and when you started dating it was a lot more frequent

> fuyumi and natsuo knew only because of the way he looks at you and it’s kinda the only time you get completely alone away from your class so he’s a lot more affectionate at home and his siblings knowing wasn’t an issue to him

> he was a little worried since endeavor knows what you look like so he tried to dance around his schedule to avoid the inevitable interaction between you and his father

> endeavor noticed todoroki being a lot more calm and focused during the interning and he had no clue why uNTIL he came home to you and todoroki laughing until your stomach hurts at a terrible cheesy movie while sho is trying to feed you soba

> he didn’t say anything he was just grateful that after all the pain he put todoroki through he has someone to let him forget about that even if it’s for a second

> next time todoroki went to endeavors agency he asked about you

> ‘shoto are you dating y/n l/n’

> he didn’t see the point in lying so he just said yes

> to his surprise his father didn’t pry any further he just nodded and everything went on normally

> since his fear of his dad finding out was now gone he didn’t see a point in hiding your relationship anymore

> so you’re just joining the others for movie night and he sits next to and plays with your hand before getting a little sleepy and laying his head on your shoulder

> cue everyone yelling at you both

> ‘you guys are a little late it’s been almost a year’ youre laughing at them while they’re just like :0?:£:

A/N :

sorry for being a little inactive but it seems like everytime i want to write i either have to do something else or i get distracted </3

send me requests loves !

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[obeiii-mee]

Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰

This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!

These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-

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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:

Lucifer:

-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too

-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-

-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious

-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is

-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly

- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you

-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now

-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face

-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out

-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely

-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards

-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease

Mammon:

-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes

-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing

-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day

-You two are loud ok?

-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night

-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day

-I mean any hour

-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him

-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing

-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”

-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities

-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart

-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself

-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers

-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad

-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again

-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course

Levi:

-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”

-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight

-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak

-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies

-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all

-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense

-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???

-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much

-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???

-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”

-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh

-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much

-And he will throw his headset at you

-Affectionately of course

Satan:

-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’

-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room

-But you’re the exception

-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you

-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you

-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong

-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”

-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰

-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh

-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it

-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day

Asmo:

-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”

-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh

-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited

-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend

-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that

-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be

-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”

-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler

-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(

-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo

-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”

-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌

-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨

-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”

-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day

Beel:

-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)

-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you

-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”

-Your heart went doki doki

-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward

-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you

-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up

-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is

-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??

-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual

-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger

-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity

-Im not crying you are

Belphie:

-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”

-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up

-Like hes so rude and for what?

-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise

-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap

-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month

-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood

-“I should tape your mouth shut.”

-“Kinky-“

-“Shut up.”

-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s

-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna

-“What are you? An alarm clock?”

-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:

-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”

-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP

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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.

Also imma have to make a master list soon or something

Al~

[adezahnae]

Is That a Game You Wanna Play, Princess?

A/N: Here is my SECOND Oneshot of my Dilf!MathTeacher!Stepdad!Jaehyun AU. I know I said that would post two Oneshots yesterday but I got caught up with Easter and meeting new family. Besides these were pretty long and I’m still writing the second Oneshot. SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG😭

Warnings: Smut, teasing, public teasing, slight public masturbation, rough sex, slight choking, hair pulling, ripped clothing, Daddy kink, fluff, sweet talk

Your POV

I simply just say, I woke up and I chose to be bratty. I wake myself out of the bed and I didn’t see Jaehyun around anywhere. I got up and went to the closet and wore one of my outfits that he most likely enjoyed me wearing the most. I put it on and continued my daily routine. We were pretty late so I had to hurry. He was already downstairs, gathering up things and I came up behind him and gave him a hug.

“Good Morning Princess-“ He was cut off at the sight of my short tight dress that was hugging my curves and some boots to match it. He breathed out and grabbed his keys. “You better be on your best behavior, that’s all I know.” He warned. “Of course!” I smiled. We made our way out of the door and to the car. I put my seatbelt on and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek while my hand traveled to his pants.

He quickly grabbed my hand and looked me dead in my eye. “You will and I mean will not do this to me today.” He said. I nod and he pulls away and pulling off and out of our driveway.

We made it to school and the day is going good as it should go. Except for one thing, my bratty behavior. I would tease him by licking my lips, biting on them, flicking my tongue at him and mouthing ‘Daddy’ at him. He narrowed his eyes me. “Behave.” He mouthed. I watched him teach all of us and I spread my legs, making sure no one saw me. No one ever pays attention to me, since no one dared to mess me with me knowing how my dad gets.

I slipped my hand past my underwear feeling over my wet folds. I bit my lip and continued to watch him. When he was looking my way, I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back. I looked back up at him and I was suddenly strike with fear. His eyes were shifted into an angry disappointed look. It was a look showing me that I was gonna get it when I get home. Now I’ve done it. I took my hand out of my underwear. He went behind his desk and pulled out his phone. I got a text from him and I opened it.

Daddy❤️: You wanna play with fire, so that’s what I’ll give you.

I gasped and looked up at him. “Your ass is fucking mine.” He mouthed at me. I whimpered and replied back.

“I’m sorry!! Please Please Please forgive me!!”

He didn’t reply back and he continued with grading papers as all of the other students were working on math and talking among themselves. Why did I do this? I regret every moment.

After the school day was over, I ran to the car to where he was. He got in the car without saying a word to me. I panicked. “Jaehyun-“ “Shut up. You say one more word and you piss me off more.” He said looking at me with fiery eyes. I put my head down. He started the car and sped off out of the school parking lot.

We made it home and my heart thumped hard in my chest. “Get your ass in here.” He ordered getting out of the car. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the front door. I followed behind him, with tears streaming down my face. He opened the door and I followed in. He shut the door and he picked me up and slammed me against the wall.

His hand went around my throat. “Daddy..please..” I begged. “Aww now you wanna beg? You can forget about my mercy any time soon..” He growled. “I’m sorry...” I said. “Your pathetic ass apology is not working.” He said. He whispered down in my ear. “You will feel nothing but torture...” I gulped and whimpered at his words.

“OOHHH DADDY PLEASE!!” I cried out. My hands were tied to the bed, my dress ripped open at the front, his hands are prying my legs open as he fucked me at brutal pace. Tears were streaming down my face. I was now at my fourth orgasm.

“Turn around.” He growled. I turned onto my knees. He forced my face into the pillow. He ripped my dress at the back of it and threw it somewhere in the room. He bent down to my ear. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” He whispered. I whimpered and nodded my head.

He yanked my hair hardly and he landed a strong and hard smack on my butt, causing me to jerk forward and cry. “You better use your goddamn mouth, Y/n. I’m not playing right now.” He growled. “Y-YES!! FUCK YESS!” I screamed. “I don’t think so..” he tsked. He slammed into me without warning and started at a rude pace.

He growled and smacked me on my ass again. “You’re so damn disrespectful. And you think you deserve me stopping?” He asked. I cried at his words. I knew was a bad girl today, and I know what I’ve done. At first I was enjoying this so much but now, It was true torture. My heat was way too sore and my legs and arms had bruises from where he gripped me at. I had hickies all over my body and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Daddy! DADDY STOP! STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP!! I-IT HURTS! IM IN PAIN!” I screamed as I cried. His actions stopped all together and reached to quickly untie me. I silently cried as he pulled out me and took me in his arms. “I’m sorry...I’m so so sorry. I went too far.” He whispered. He looked at my body and seen all of bruises.

He placed kisses on my bruises and carefully turned me around. He seen my messy face from my makeup and the red markings on my neck. He looked in my eyes and looked in his. He was broken, he was hurt. My eyes were bloodshot red from my tears and they were clouded with pain.

He kissed me passionately and whispered to me. “I’m sorry Y/n. I-I didn’t mean to be this hard on you. I messed up big time, I know..” He ran a finger over my neck and winced in pain. “Ouch...” I yelped. He hurried and pulled up his pants and picked me up carefully and carrying me our bathroom.

He placed me on the counter and pulled out a kit. He started to heal my bruises. “J-Jae..This hurts!” I whimpered. “I know, I know. I’m sorry..” He whispered while rubbing my hand in comforting way. After this, he walked over to the bathtub and ran a bath. He took my hair bow and tied my hair up into a ponytail. After the water was filled, he placed me inside of it.

I whined at the burn of my bruises when I came in contact with the water. He took my body wash and my wash cloth and cleaned me. He washed my hair and massaged my sore scalp. He hummed a song, making me feel sleepy and soo much better. He wiped of my messy face and kissed all over it.

After we were done with bathtub, he wrapped me in the towel and walked to the closet. “I’ll be back, stay right here..” He whispered. I nodded my head with a yawn. He came back with one of his button up shirts and my pink fur slippers. He took the towel off of me and slipped the shirt on my body. He buttoned it up and put my slippers on me.

His hand brushed over the bottom of my foot, making me giggle and pull my foot back. He smiled up at me and did it again. I laughed pulling my foot away. “Stop it, Daddy..” I said. He laughed and kissed my ankle, finishing putting my slipper on. I hopped of the counter into his arms and he carried me back to the bed. The bed was made up and it had extra pillows on it.

With me still in his arms, he sat down on the bed by the headboard and laid me beside him on the pillows. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. “I wanna watch Disney+..” I mumbled. He turned it to one of my favorite childhood movies and watched the movie with me.

“You’re such a big baby at heart.” He smiled. I giggled at his words. After a while, I felt way much better. I remembered our past moments just now. Now that I’m thinking about it, I remembered how...sexy he really looked. The way he was angry and man handling me was so attractive and it turned me on again.

I then realized...HE NEVER CAME! Oh my god, I have to make it up to him. I peeked up at him and seen that he wasn’t paying me no attention. I shifted and grabbed a hold of his belt, about to unbuckle it. He took my hand and kissed it. “No.” He said. I gave him a pout.

“What?” I asked. “You’re not making it up to me. Not like this.” He said. I sighed. “But, I got to cum and you didn’t...” I said. He sighed. “We’re not having sex for a while.” He said. “Why? What did I do?” I asked sitting up. “It wasn’t you, it was me. Seeing you in pain like that was heartbreaking for me. I went wayy too hard on you.” He explained. “B-But...” I crawled onto his lap and kissed him on his lips. “Please..” I whispered. He kissed me again and put me off of his lap.

“Baby..no. Let’s just lay off the sex for a while..just you and me. Nothing else.” He said. I nodded and laid down. I sighed and turned over. “Hey..” He called. He turned me around and placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you..” He whispered. “I love you too.” I replied with a smile.

[jaesvelvet]

precious — park jeongwoo

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,mention of death,nightmare

words: 1.8k words

pairing: jeongwoo + fem reader

it's nothing strange when jeongwoo stays with your family during holidays or school days. you guys' bonds are really strong, besides your parents are also best friends since high school so that's why both of you are close to each other.

it's usual summer breaks, jeongwoo hanging with you at your house, binging some netflix series. jeongwoo who is already bored watching the vampire diaries for thousand times, secretly glancing at his best friend.

he never thought of having a girl like you as his best friend (beside haruto of course) for him, you're perfect. sometimes he has a thought that he would never bored live in this world with you only. sounds creepy but that's how he loves his friendship with you.

turning 17 is a lot harder than jeongwoo ever imagine, he thought going through puberty is a lot easier. but trust him, it's not.

when he gets older, he realized that he saw you not as a best friend but as a girl he wants to date. he doesn't know when or why he fell for you but for sure he head over heels towards you.

"woo, stop looking at my pretty face"

"am i supposed to look at your damon then?" jeongwoo scoffed, flustrated you caught him looking at her

"um, yea?" you answer, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl and stuffed into her mouth, without breaking the glance from television

jeongwoo let out a small laugh, seeing you, really into that show although this is their thousands time watching it

"im tired of these vampires, i'm bored" he confesses, lean back on the beige couch, once again he glances at you hoping you would respond to him

"you can't get tired of this, we're gonna binge this show until we're old," you said

"old? are you gonna be old with me y/n?" jeongwoo asked

without looking at the brown-haired boy, you nodded

"how about your future husband? doesn't he be jealous when his wife binge her favorite show with her guy best friend?" jeongwoo asked, when he sure his feelings towards you, he can't help but think about their future, if they ended up with someone else, does their friendship will last long? or they're gonna be like a stranger?

jeongwoo's question finally made you pause the show and turns her back to jeongwoo, staring at his relaxed face

"what?"

"i don't want to be married, no-one can't stand if i'm having one of those ruthless nightmares" you frowned and pout at the same time, jeongwoo can't help but smile as a response, he just wanna pinch your soft cheeks.

you suffer from nightmares, although it happens occasionally, when it's happened, you will call jeongwoo, face-timing the sleepy boy until the next morning because you're too scared to return to sleep and spent the rest of the night, crying. and jeongwoo is the one and only who accompany you till the next morning no matter how tired he is.

he never sleeps when you having a nightmare, he will take care of you and calm you down, you will keep apologizing to jeongwoo and treat him with good food the next day, and of course, jeongwoo didn't mind at all, because he hates seeing someone he loves suffering.

"so do you want to get married to me then?" jeongwoo asked, if haruto is here, he will screaming at the top of his lungs cause jeongwoo finally got some brave to make his move.

you let out a big laugh

"nope, i want to marry with damon" you stick out your tongue at jeongwoo, making the boy tickles your body.

the house filled with your and jeongwoo's laughter, although you guys didn't notice you guys are really at your highest of happiness now.

+.*

it's 4 am and you once again woke up because of the nightmare. however, this nightmare felt different, it made you shaking so bad and out of breath, your body all covered with cold sweats, tears slowly falling to your cheeks.

quietly you sobbing in your blanket, although all of your nightmares seem real, this nightmare felt too overwhelmed for you— usually, you would call jeongwoo but today you didn't, it because your nightmare this time is about him.

you never dreamt about anyone else, never! but tonight you dreamt about jeongwoo, you dream that he is dead. his soul left his body because saving you. all the scenarios from your dream keep playing in your heads and you want to forget it but you can't.

and that time you realized,

you and jeongwoo fit together like a puzzle piece.

+.*

you didn't sleep after the long night. you calmed yourself by watching some of your and jeongwoo videos together. you cried when you realized you fell way too deep at jeongwoo. his laughs are loud and annoying, he's too talkative, and he's too clingy. for others, he may be annoying but not to you, you could listen to his laugh, he's never-ending story while he clinging onto you every day and you feel weird if he didn't do that for a day. he also always put others first before him, he always cares about the people he treasure. how can you not fall for this boy!?!?

you grabbed ices cube from the freezer and put it on both of your eyes to get rid of the swollen eyes. although you knew so well jeongwoo would notice your swollen eyes but it's never hurt to try.

minutes later you heard jeongwoo's voice across the living room, greeting your mother. quickly you threw the ices into the sink and wipe your wet eyes using your sleeve.

you grab your mom's morning coffee and greet jeongwoo who already enter the kitchen, smiling widely as he saw you.

"jeongwoo, your voice is so loud my ears hurt!" you said trying to act normal.

jeongwoo grins and side hug you, jeongwoo frowns when he saw you drink a coffee? you hate coffee, even the smell made you mad.

"you drank coffee y/n? are you a real y/n?" jeongwoo look at you with a suspicious look and hit your head

"you ghost, get out from y/n's body, she sleeps and watching the vampire diaries all days it's no hope for you to control her body" he hit your head once again

"ouch! ya, park jeongwoo!" you slap jeongwoo's chest and put down the mug on the counter.

"that was my mom," you said making jeongwoo mouthing an 'o'

you and jeongwoo are now in your study room, studying for your guys' upcoming exam after summer breaks end. the room is so quiet, and it made you nervous. whenever you with jeongwoo, you guys are never this silent. usually, jeongwoo would sing or throw some stupid jokes that could lighten the darkroom.

you glance at jeongwoo, you lowkey surprised seeing the male is so focused on his study, jeongwoo is indeed a smart boy but you never see jeongwoo study so seriously???

"woo, you okay?" you asked

jeongwoo drops his pencil and finally look at you

"why?"

"um, the silence is too loud, you know"

"yeah"

jeongwoo continues his study after the short answer. his short responses making you shocked. never in your life he treat you like this

"woo, are you okay?" you asked again

jeongwoo sighed and his eyes bore into you.

"your eyes swollen, i thought we have no secrets at all? but i think we have now" he said and crossed his arms.

he felt upset when you didn't tell him why you were crying. he saw your eyes red and swollen in the kitchen but he didn't wanna ask, usually, you're the one who would tell him from a to z, what happens.

you bowed your head, you bite your lips. how you're gonna tell jeongwoo about your dream? you start picking your nails, all of a sudden you remembered your dream crystal clear, you recalled how jeongwoo's body full of blood, exited from his chest and his face so pale, mouth shaking while try to said his last words

'be safe y/n'

you shriek when the image of jeongwoo's death felt too real for you. you cover both of your ears and your face buried down between your knee.

"y/n are you okay?" jeongwoo asked, panic, he goes to your back and rubs your back, whispering 'everything is okay. he shocked and clueless since this is his first time facing this kind of situation but he copied everything you do whenever he felt blue.

after a moment you finally raised your heads and look at jeongwoo who worriedly stare at you. your face pale, trying so hard to forget about your dream and the fact that your dream feels too real not to help you at all. you quickly hugged jeongwoo, you buried your face in his chest, crying, and begged him to not leave you. jeongwoo froze at your sudden action but he still ensures you that he would stay.

"i got a nightmare yesterday" you finally speak up, your face still buried deep in jeongwoo's chest, too scared to face him.

"what? y/n why you didn't—"

you make a little space between you and jeongwoo

"the dream is about you woo! i dreamt you died last night and it felt too real! i scared, the dream wouldn't go away so i cried all night, i– still clearly saw your dead body in my dream. it all felt too real woo"

jeongwoo face become soft and his unsettle towards you faded away, he hugs you tightly and kiss your head

"i won't go anywhere, those dreams are devil trying to hurt my precious best friend," he said, rubbing your back to calm you.

you let go of the hug and look at jeongwoo with shy looks

"because of that nightmare, i realized something"

"what?"

"i don't love damon anymore, i love you" you confess making jeongwoo giggles

"finally i beat damon! come here bestfr—"

"no woo! i love you as a boy, man, or whatever it is. i love you not as a friend!" you said

jeongwoo froze, his smile faded

"i,i— you what? y-you love me?" he asked again

you shyly nodded

jeongwoo froze

his brain still processing all of your words. it's kinda strange when your crush has the same feeling as you

"woo, you're making me scared. say something"

jeongwoo looks at your red and swollen face, he smiled at how he is so lucky to have this girl as his girl?

"i love you too, i love you a lot and it's hard to keep it since you're my best friend," he said making you smile and tears falling on your cheeks

"please stay tonight i'm still scared," you said

"of course, now come here precious girl" jeongwoo said, wrapped his hand around you and kiss your head.

[iscribble]

pairing | lee donghyuck x reader genre(s) | fluff, suggestive, established relationship, a little friends to lovers (because that’s how it all started) word count | 4.2k summary | though subtle and often overlooked, lee donghyuck implicitly promises you that the little things he says (and the little things he does) are never void of love. 

or,

you are his addiction and loving you might be, scratch that, is his newest. author’s note | i really wanted to work on this more but i have one final exam left and so i had no choice but to rush this. (also, im starting to think that i made this fic as an excuse to write all kinds of scenarios for haechan. like literally, it’s just so many things in one really short fic. i apologise.)

a reward for the victorious.

“You’re going down Mark Lee!”

Lee Donghyuck is ecstatic.

A knowing smile eases into your lips, the reason being the very boy who sits slanted in his desk chair, eyes trained on the same video game he’s been playing for days. You can hear the cavils that spew out of his red headset, but you can only see the rumpled strands of his ash brown hair (your boyfriend musses them too much when he gets frustrated). You hear the generous smile in his voice slowly turning into a deep, hearty cackle as he nears his victory. Lee Donghyuck can sit there laughing his head off at the most trivial things but he’ll still make you the happiest person on earth. You sigh at the thought.

Donghyuck abruptly stands the same time you hear Mark’s defeated screech. His hands are in the air, balled into fists as he stares at his screen for a little more to drink in the big letters that indicate his win. You can’t see it but you know there’s a magnified grin on his face. A silent chuckle falls from your lips as he disregards his headset on his shoulders. He turns around to meet your form, blanket pulled up to your waist and a pillow cushioning your back. He brings the microphone to his lips, letting Mark know he’s done for the day. 

It’s only 10 p.m., he never finishes this early.

“Are you that sleepy?” You ask as he pulls you closer to him, legs tangled in yours and his arms around your waist. You stay upright against the headboard but you let him snuggle you, his brown locks tickling the exposed skin of your stomach.

“No,” he replies, looking up at you. “I just miss you a lot.”

“We’ve been together the whole day, Hyuck.”

“I know,” he tugs himself up and shifts behind you so you’d lay on his chest. “You’re just rarely awake whenever I win and this time you are, figured I would reward myself.” 

“That’s because you take so long to win against Chenle,” you huff, pretending to be upset about it. “You’re lucky it’s Mark you’re against today.”

Donghyuck’s cheeks flush at your remark but his hold on you only fastens. “That’s not true!” He whines into your shoulder.

You turn around to face him, fingers immediately reaching around his nape to play with his hair. “Well then,” you tilt your head. “Here’s your reward.” You kiss him sleepily, but enough to make his heart race. Donghyuck leans forward and deepens the kiss until you’re laying on the soft covers and he’s hovering over you.

“You make me so happy,” he smiles, inches away from you.

“More than winning against the boys?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” he playfully slaps your side. You poke your tongue out and he melts at the sight. “But yeah, more than winning against the boys.”

troubling nights.

“What’s wrong?” Your touch flutters above his wrist, careful not to startle him. The room is unlit, but you can make out the apprehensive look on his face and the vulnerability in his gaze. He zeroes in on the shadows that hang above your figures, eyes remain restless as they wander around the colourless expanse.

Donghyuck doesn’t reply much, breathing out a subdued whisper of your name. Your ears perk up at the fragility in his voice and you prop yourself up on one elbow beside him. He still doesn’t look at you but you let him be.

“I’m right here,” you like to pinch the glowing apples of his cheeks whenever he smiles, but this time they’re unfortunately level as he knits his brows. Though, when his eyes find yours, the creases across his forehead slacken. 

“I don’t wanna lose you.” It seems as though it’s obvious with the way he treats you whenever you’re around, but Donghyuck never thinks it is. There are times when you notice he’s deep in thought, and you wonder if this is what’s on his mind every time you catch him absentmindedly biting his nails or when he looks like he’s ambling through his thoughts even when he’s just lolling on the sofa. 

“What makes you think you’re gonna lose me?”

“I just,” he heaves a breathy sigh. Your eyes never leave his. “What if one day I wake up and you’re not next to me? What if.. what if you leave me for someone else? Someone way better than me?”

“I’ve never heard such nonsense from you.” You lay beside him with a dramatic plop. A smile graces your features like you haven’t just talked about the thought that’s been bothering him all night.

“Why are you smiling?” He notes your expression, yet a smile is slowly creeping across his face too.

“I just know that’s never gonna happen,” you tell him as your fingers tighten around his slender ones. “So I’m able to smile like this.”

Donghyuck traces the curve of your lips with his free hand. You turn to face him at the gesture, the solemn lineaments you hate to see now erased, like it’s never been there in the first place. 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” Your boyfriend mutters, returning his gaze to your eyes. 

“When I don’t?”

He pretends to think, head propped on his hand. “You still do, but you look like you’re gonna punch me or something.”

Before you can react to his words, he slips the hand that you’re holding out of your snug fingers and crosses both of his arms in front of him as though he’s shielding himself from you. You recognise the defensive pose—you’re so used to throwing pillows at him.

“Lee Donghyuck!” Incredulity crosses your face. “Honestly though, that’s what Renjun said to me the other day.” You would’ve gone with the habitual way of “taming” him if it wasn’t for Donghyuck’s quick reflex as he yanks the pillow in your deathly grip out of your hands.

“Only I’m allowed to say that about you!”

Donghyuck forgets about the particular reason he can’t sleep when you magically replace his thoughts with a charm of your own, a magnetism only you have that brings him falling harder for you. He figures he doesn’t have to worry when all he sees is reassurance in your smile that always seems to grow for him.

fogged minds and hooded eyes.

“Baby,” the lazy ring to his voice has you looking up from your phone, your eyes connected to Donghyuck’s sensual attention. 

You return to the small screen in front of you, trying to dismiss whatever conjecture you have from the sight of his darkened eyes, even when his cold feet manage to rub lightly against your toes from the opposite side of the couch. “What’s up, baby,” you croon, ignoring Donghyuck’s restive eyes.

“Come here,” he sings, his desire for you growing but even then he remains in his position. When you only smile in return, he whines. “Baby come here.”

You observe him out of the corner of your eye. You don’t see him in this state often, slouched without his phone or anything that links him to his friends or the video game he prizes so dearly. Donghyuck’s only ever been this touchy after winning a game against one of the boys, or, when he’s horny.

You click your tongue, throwing your head back as your try to laugh the situation off.

“Do you know what you do to me?” The tone of his voice lowers.

“No, I don’t,” you hold back a giggle. “What do I do to you baby?” You toss your phone on the coffee table—teasing Donghyuck seems more amusing right now.

Your boyfriend thrusts his tongue into his cheek. He doesn’t believe you’re teasing him with the biggest half-moon on your face.

He gets up to walk towards where you’re sitting, his eyes tainted with lust. A mischievous grin replaces your previously huge smile as you look up at him from the couch, not wanting to break eye contact. When he lowers himself, knees on either side of you, you can smell the shampoo he’s been using—a fusion of citrus and apples which makes you succumb to his touch almost immediately, if not for the sudden realisation that you’re giving in too quickly.

Strands of his hair hang loose and cover his vision, but he is able to make out small details of your face just fine. You suppress an excited smirk the more he lowers himself towards you. “This,” Donghyuck says, as his body slowly steadies on top of yours, the feeling of his erection now prominent. “Is what you do to me baby.” Before you can say anything he aims for the delicate expanse of your neck, greedy and impatient. You angle your head in a way that grants him easier access to your skin, now littered with unchaste bruises. A fluid sigh escapes your lips as he kisses your jaw, not a single dry spot along the intricate curve. As soon as he’s quenched his thirst for your bare skin, he tugs you up so that you’re now sitting on his lap, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. You push away the strands that cover his eyes, and though it might seem like he’s given up treating his hair from how long it’s become, you don’t plan to cut it any time soon.

You only stare at each other for a few seconds, a mysterious twinkle in his irises and your teasing smile no longer apparent.

“Kiss me baby,” Donghyuck breathes out, the raspiness of his voice and the feeling of his hands moving up and down your sides give you barely any time to think. The space between your lips dwindles to nothing as you comply and kiss him with fervour.

Lee Donghyuck is eager—he does not let you breathe even when he takes your breath away. He holds you like he’s on the verge of losing you, but also as if you’re brittle and may break into pieces. Donghyuck kisses you with hunger, devours you with greed, revels in the taste of you. Your kiss is messy and sinful, but when it’s Donghyuck, there is always an inkling of sweetness.

“You,” he utters as he pulls away, but takes no time in closing the gap once more. “Are,” another amorous kiss. “So,” and another. “Fucking,” and another. “Beautiful.”

Now he is kind enough to let you breathe, because had it been any other night when you’re not idly passing time on the couch, Donghyuck would’ve had absolutely no second thoughts in sparing you any mercy.  

“What should we do about this?” You follow his line of vision as it slowly approaches the tenting in his pants. You roll your eyes but a pang of realisation hits you as his grip on your hand tightens with every step he takes toward your shared bedroom. 

You could say you spoke too soon. It was brave of you to assume that this night isn’t going to be that kind of night.

lee donghyuck is quite literally drunk in love.

This is the fourth time you’ve seen Donghyuck haul himself up the kitchen island, knocking down several red solo cups and staring at the ooze of pink liquid—one you can only assume as fruit punch—down the chamfered edge of the marble worktop. 

You painfully watch the people in his vicinity encourage his pretend concert and join in on his off-key singing. You feel a nudge on your arm, and you turn around to see Jisung with a perky grin plastered on his face.

“So that’s your boyfriend huh?” He retorts jokingly while juggling two cups of fruit punch. He takes a seat beside you.

A chuckle collapses from your lips. You take one cup from his hand. “Think it’s time he tones it down?”

Jisung only shrugs, a look of admiration on his face as he looks at your boyfriend. “He’s living in the moment,” he says after chugging down his drink and sighing in content. “But he probably won’t remember tonight.” 

You take that as a reminder of how drunk he is and waste no time in approaching the herd of dancing bodies.

“Hey, hey, you, on the table,”  you snap your fingers at him, “come, you’re done.” 

“Baby!” He slurs, evidently drunk. “The fun’s only just begun!” Donghyuck bends down to pull you up with him but you are able to reach his arm faster and tug him down. Donghyuck reluctantly groans but does not resist.

The absence of warmth as you step out the house almost compares to the feeling of sticking your whole body inside a freezer. The numbing effect threatens to conquer your senses but the change of scenery makes up for it. Relieved of all the bodies mingling together like you’re inside a pack of gummy bears, you help your boyfriend into the passenger seat of his car because there’s no way he would be driving like this. 

You decide that the ride home shouldn’t be this quiet, with only the drone of the engine fending off the chance of a silent ride back. You turn the radio on, switching through channels until you settle on one that currently blasts Amy Winehouse’s Valerie. Adjusting the cold button, you turn the volume up until the reminiscent song counterbalances the sound of his car.

Though, almost immediately, Donghyuck brings his hand up to cover yours as he slowly turns the control to the left until the rough hums of the engine enter your ears again.

You raise an eyebrow, letting him lace your fingers together. “Sure don’t want any music after the quote unquote concert you threw?”

Donghyuck only sighs. A smile blooms on the attractive canvas before you. “You’re pretty.” He looks at you dreamily. 

You’re still not used to the little compliments he’d throw no matter how much he says it, no matter how much it sounds like that’s the easiest thing to say. 

“You’re drunk.” You roll your eyes and bring a hand up to turn the volume on. “Plus, you say that all the time Hyuck.” 

“And I mean it every single time.”

Donghyuck’s eyelids grow heavy and his words become more garbled the more he tries to talk with you. His left hand takes comfort in your right as you drive him back, and once in a while you feel him squeeze, a faint smile apparent on his lips. 

Even when he’s drunk, he’s still so in love with you. 

jealousy almost gets the better of him.

The air is stiff as the pendant lights in your kitchen go on with a click but you abstain from soothing the swelling tension, instead opting for little refreshment in the fridge. You are, to say the least, drained of all vitality—a wedding reception that goes on for six hours is sure to bereft you of all energy, especially when you spend most of the night dancing, and to Donghyuck’s dismay, rather closely to an old friend, Jeno. 

It is not to your surprise that he broaches the subject once it is only the two of you, though you really are scarce of any strength to argue. 

“He looked more like your boyfriend than me.” Donghyuck advances, tone a little harsh.

You push your hair back and keep your hand on your brow as it creases, partly from enervation but mostly from annoyance.

“Hyuck,” you set the small carton of banana milk on the countertop. When your eyes trail to Donghyuck, he’s already looking at you from across the table, his usual sunny profile out of sight. His blazer is set aside on the couch, donning only a tight button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “You know he’s a childhood friend and we haven’t seen each other for ages, can you blame me for wanting to spend some time with him?”

Donghyuck closes his eyes, patently from ire, but deep down he knows it’s irrational. Still, his ego is a big part of him and he doesn’t want to acquiesce. “Then why didn’t you ask him to be your date for the wedding instead?” 

“Because I actually have a boyfriend.” You state the obvious, walking towards your room, the sound of your footsteps growing faint. Donghyuck follows behind you. “You’re being unreasonable, let’s not argue over something this childish. It’s not like I completely deserted you back there.” 

“But you’re practically all over him!”

“He has a girlfriend, Hyuck,” you strip off your obsidian-coloured velvet silk dress, your bare back exposed to Donghyuck’s sight. “But that’s not even the point. Girlfriend or not, you really shouldn’t be jealous.” 

After putting on one of his big t-shirts, you scramble to bed, not bothering to wipe off your makeup. Although Donghyuck is still a little furious, he softens at his favourite sight —you in one of his things. 

“What are you doing?” You are about to pull the blankets up to your chin but stop halfway when the question arises. 

“Sleeping?” You answer, muddled at his attitude. “Are we gonna argue about this too?”

Donghyuck does not reply, instead he leaves for the bathroom. You are visibly confused but are too tired to even think of a reason for his behaviour. 

Out of the blue, you feel a gentle, wet stroke on your cheek. Not too harsh but enough to bring you to your senses.

“What are you doing?”

Donghyuck sits on the edge of your bed, a pack of cotton pads on his lap and a hand outstretched to remove traces of makeup on your face. 

“You say the universe hates you because you always wake up to a new set of acnes, yet here you are sleeping with your makeup on,” he says rather sullenly, though you find it cute.

You unwittingly release a snort and Donghyuck glares at you. He forces your eyes shut as he erases blue powder off the stretch of your heavy lids. You hum quite drowsily, fingers immediately reaching for Donghyuck’s free hand.

“I need this for the thing,” he mumbles as he nods toward the bottle of acetone. You arch an eyebrow. Donghyuck thinks he’s being discreet about it, but you do notice that he’s still jealous and is letting you know in the subtlest ways. 

You retract your hand, figuring that he does need his other hand to clean your makeup anyway. Donghyuck feels your tentative motion and silently draws your hand back to his. His eyes don’t leave your cheek although you know it's because he’s too afraid to look into your eyes. A timid smile plays on your lips while Donghyuck’s thins, concealing every inch of guilt he has. 

You suppose you’re alright like this—he’s cute when he’s jealous.

Everything has a start.

Before the matching carmine crochet socks, diamond kites that rove about the clouds on a breezy afternoon, blueberry pomegranate popsicles that paint your lips an old mauve, the littered kisses on your neck, the soft snores that meld in the air, before all the lazy, lingering mornings safe in each other's arms—Donghyuck confesses that he likes you.

Maybe not intentionally, but his friends tell him it’s overdue anyway. 

He plays an upbeat song on his guitar as if it’s heartbreaking and dramatic, a summery ditty like it’s a sad ballad. The lyrics that leave him are unhurried, falling into the cadence he purposely alters with the slightest, devilish smile playing about his lips and theatrical expressions that are impossible to ignore. His playful eyes only leave the strings to look at you—to laugh at you.

“What’s so funny!” You cry out rather than ask. An exaggerated frown lingers on your face, unimpressed by the absolute foolery across you. Donghyuck can be a little annoying, especially when he’s turning your favourite song into a funny-sounding (but not actually funny) ballad. 

“What’s with your face?” He pauses to wipe a minute tear, attestation to how all out he’s been laughing. 

You throw your head back with a pronounced groan, though a sheepish smile quickly replaces your sullen countenance. “Stop,” you throw a pillow at him, running out of options to silence the boy whose guitar now lies on the cotton rug. “It’s not funny.” Donghyuck’s hearty laughs slowly recede but he’s being painfully obvious on stifling a giggle.  

“God, I love you.”

You don’t remember hearing “God, I love you.” in your favourite song.

Donghyuck realises what he’s done. The words sound artless, and he knows this: there is no room for denying when he doesn’t even have to think—when all of it happens like a subconscious addiction. Because it really is. He would repeat the words like he’s memorising, but he doesn’t need to when he knows it. They recur in his head so many times until they’re spilling out of his lips. 

You are his addiction and loving you might be his newest.

But you are immaculately dense, another foible Donghyuck once teased you for when everyone’s patently orchestrating a surprise birthday party for you and you still fail to notice. You are especially gullible this time for two reasons: one, you’re trying to ignore the fact that you do like him, because two, he can never feel the same way about you. 

In all honesty, having Donghyuck as your boyfriend sure does sound tempting.

“You messed up the lyrics,” you say, bewildered (but more bewildered at yourself for saying this). “There’s no ‘God, I love you’ in there.” 

The boy across you only blinks. He’s become uncharacteristically quiet.

“I know,” Donghyuck clears his throat. “It’s not part of the song.”

“So as a friend then?” You now sit upright with your arm thrown across the back pillows.

“Huh?”

“You said you love me?”

Despite his trembling hands, Donghyuck nods casually.

“As a friend though, right?”

The sound of his heel accidentally thumping his guitar jolts you out of your perplexity. Your friend curses under his breath, clearly uneasy.

“Fuck, no,” he avoids eye contact, choosing to sneak a look at the broken filament light bulb on the ceiling. “I actually, actually love you. More than a friend.”

You shift in your place, now facing the lurid letters on the spine of your book that read How to Find Love 101—considering the situation you probably won’t need it anymore. You almost snicker at yourself.

In the short-lived seconds you are bold enough to look at him, Donghyuck seems like a burden’s been lifted off his shoulders.

“I think,” you start, playing with the hem of your sleeves. “I think I might be in love with you too.” You try to smother the smile that’s begging to manifest but give in when you turn to your right and see Donghyuck riveting his eyes on you with the biggest grin.

“Are you serious?” He asks, picking up a throw pillow in his way and slowly scooting closer to you.

You’re not sure how to react to the sudden proximity but Donghyuck assumes you are serious about your feelings for him as evinced in the shy curvature of your lips. So he really doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts taking your hands in his, prompting you to face him and leave the poor hardback you’ve been staring daggers at alone. 

“So this is what it’s like to have you accepting my confession,” He whispers somewhat to himself. “I’ve planned out scenarios in my head of how I was going to confess to you, I never thought it’d turn out this way.” 

“After you practically ruined my favourite song.”

“After I practically ruined your favourite song.” He laughs freely, still finding the situation quite funny. Even so you couldn’t be happier, being with him now that you know he’s your lover feels like you’ve finally found your safe haven. 

You look down at your hands that are intertwined on his lap, the sweet significance that you belong to each other. He lets go of your hand to tilt your chin up with his forefinger and lace them back together. “I promise to make you the happiest person in the world.” 

And Lee Donghyuck is a man of his word.

Donghyuck would tell you that you make him the happiest even when all you do is sing out of tune. He would steal kisses when you’re not looking and slip in compliments between them because he loves catching you off guard. He would give up any day (even spending time with the guys) just to be in your arms, his favourite place. Even when he’s upset, you could see that he tries to not let it overpower him. When he’s utterly jealous and almost loses it, he still treats you like a princess and sometimes you think you don’t deserve him. On the nights he’s terrified that you might leave him, you make him forget why he ever was in the first place and he loves you for that. At the end of the day, when your bodies are connected, moving as one through the whispers of wind, he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—dare imagine a world without you. 

So the little things he says to you and the little things he does, Donghyuck promises that they’re never empty of love. 

You (and loving you) are his addiction and it will stay that way, perhaps, forever.

[inkrabbit]

Hi! So I was wondering if you could do a Sean Macguire x male!reader where they’re arguing because Sean unnecessarily risked his life and Sean tries to get out of the argument by saying ‘you’re cute when you’re angry’ and instead of reader getting all flustered and blushy, he gets even more pissed off and just says ‘oh fuck off’ then goes off to his tent. And a little while later Sean finds him and apologizes then promises to be careful and it just ends in fluff and sleepy cuddles before they fall asleep together.

Sorry this took so long! It's not the best, but I did what I could for the plot. Hopefully you enjoy <3

I'll work on the next request soon

Word count: 1,957

Sean had once heard that, in life or death situations, time would slow down. He laughed at those stories, wondering how that could be possible. Time and time again, life continued to speed by him and the gang with no intentions of ever slowing down.

That was until he had jumped in front of you, green eyes blown wide and his mouth hanging open, a strangled gasp escaping his throat. In that moment, time truly did seem to stop as he fell back. The yelling and cheering of the final O'Driscoll fell away, along with the gunfire as he slowly brought his hand up to cover his side. It hurt, and his blood stuck to his hand, warm and sticky as he gripped his jacket and skin in an attempt to stop the bleeding and quell the rising pain.

The sound of your panicked voice was the only thing that came through the white noise and ringing in his ears, still reeling from the damage. He barely registers that, in his daze, you've managed to get a clean shot off on the man who had originally wounded him. Now laying in only your presence, he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding in, shaky and filled with discomfort. Each breath he took, no matter how small, seemed to intensify the pain in his side.

“Are you okay?” Oh, but no matter how much pain he was in, that familiar goofy smile made its way to his lips as he stares up at you.

“Aye, I am now, love,” he chuckles softly, but his hand doesn't move from its spot. With arms still shaking from the adrenaline, you crouch down to help lift him up, just into a seated position. “Ah, watch it, lad! Still not feelin' meself, as ya can see!”

“I don't wanna hear it!” It wasn't often you shot back at him like this. Sure, he was used to the snooty remarks, and maybe the comments that would act as a slap on the wrist, but the roar in your voice made him feel like a child being scolded. He expected this from Miss Grimshaw, or Hosea; maybe even Dutch on a bad day, but to hear it from his boyfriend? Well, this was certainly new.

“I had it all under control!” you continue as you hook his arm over your shoulders and lift him up, ignoring the whining that reverberated in his throat. “All you had to do was stay behind cover, and you couldn't even do that!”

“Where's the fun in hidin'?” He tries to give you a cheeky smile as you two walk over to Ennis, and he notes how you're almost reluctant to help him up and onto his saddle. “'Sides, I was just tryin' to protect ya, love.”

“Oh, shut it,” Watching you mount your own horse, the two of you trot back to camp. Silence falls and Sean notices that you won't even spare him a glance. Still, he can tell by the way your brows are furrowed that now's not the time to make small talk. One hand grips the reins as his other covers the hole in his side. Maybe he would try saying something when both of you returned to camp?

To no one's surprise, Miss Grimshaw is the first one to start hollering across camp when she sees Sean struggling to get down from Ennis and the blood that soaked his clothes. She pushes right past you, demanding the Irishman to explain himself as she leads him over to the wagon. He can barely get any words out before the older woman starts talking over him. Being practically thrown onto the small stool, Sean peers around Miss Grimshaw as he watches you hand over the loot from your expedition.

Once more, a seed of guilt is planted in the pit of his stomach, but he doesn't have long to dwell on it before Miss Grimshaw is instructing he removes his clothes so she can take a better look at his wound. He moves slow, wincing as he feels the material try to cling to his body, and the pinch and burning pain as he moves.

“Just what were you thinkin'?” she demands as she picks up a cloth and some antiseptic. To the best of his ability, Sean shrugs.

“I just wanted to protect 'im,” he responds softly, sucking air in through his teeth when he feels the sting of the cloth against his side.

“You know Y/N is more than capable of handling himself,” He nods, almost sheepishly, as he avoids her stern stare.

“I know, but...” He watches you from across the way, standing before Dutch and Hosea as you rant, no doubt about his little act. You're stomping your foot and flailing your hands, your face red and your brows furrowed. He had never seen you this mad before. “Ya don't know what it's like watchin' people shoot at someone ya love.”

“Oh, 'course I do,” He finally turns to stare at Miss Grimshaw, green eyes waiting for her to continue. “You think Dutch and I were always safe? Things escalated more times than I can count. He couldn't take his way out of everything, even if he thinks he can.”

He opens his mouth to say something, maybe ask more questions, but his mind goes blank when you finally walk over with your arms crossed over your chest. The scowl is still cemented on your face, but that doesn't stop him from putting on that old, goofy smile and sending it your way.

“Ya look cute when you're angry, Y/N!” he teases, resting his elbow on his knee so he can bend over just slightly. He had high hopes you would give him something; a smirk, playful huff, or even a roll of the eye. But the way your jaw clenched only made his heart drop. Before he knows it, your hand is lashing out and smacking his cheek, jerking his head to the side. There's a ringing in his ear, and he barely catches the mild scolding Miss Grimshaw starts to deliver to you.

“I wouldn't be so angry if you weren't such an idiot!” Your tone is clearly angry, but he can hear that slight wavering in your voice; the slightest crack that he would've missed had he not been paying attention. His mouth drops open, ready to fire back in a desperate attempt to calm you down, but you've already turned your heels and stormed away towards your tent. He's left sitting there, a deep frown on his face.

“Oh, now look at what you've done,” Miss Grimshaw sighs, her eyes trailing you. “You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you?”

“I gotta go after 'im,” He plants his hand on the stool, slowly trying to lift himself up, but the old woman is faster. She grabs his shoulder and forces him back down, a wince coming from the man.

“Oh, no you don't!” Her face is hard, brows furrowed as she glares down at him. “Now, I think you've done quite enough for one day. You just let poor Y/N simmer down before you go botherin' him.”

“But I just-”

“But nothin'! You're stayin' right here!”

Maybe he would've argued more if his side wasn't on fire, or if the woman hadn't had such a brutal grip on the base of his neck to hold him still. His eyes followed your direction, and he stared at the closed flaps of your tent. He hadn't meant to make you mad.

The rest of his medical treatment consisted of him barely listening to Miss Grimshaw's rant. Something about him being more careful the next time he's out, and how he has to be more aware of his surroundings and not make such stupid decisions. He absentmindedly just nods his head, eyes still trained on your tent. He went over the conversation you two would eventually be having repeatedly in his mind. Should he just apologize? Should he try to explain himself? Should he just try and forget it all happened and keep going on as if everything was normal? He supposed he would figure it out when he saw you.

By the time the sun slipped behind the horizon, everyone had heard about Sean's little event and nice slap he had received. Of course some of the members had poked and prodded for more information, and other teased him about what had happened. He never told them, of course. Just rolled his eyes and brushed them off. But the whiskey he was offered as a sort of “get well soon” gift was more than welcome. It helped calm his nerves for what was to come.

When the last drop of whiskey hit his tongue, he tossed the bottle to the side and bid everyone at the campfire a farewell. Some had wished him luck, expecting him to be thrown out of your tent within seconds of entering just by saying something stupid. And truth be told, that thought had entertained him for a while. He was worried he would say the wrong thing and receive another slap, only to have you throw him out seconds later.

Standing outside of your tent, he gnaws at the bottom of his lip. It was now or never, he supposed. While the alcohol still coursed through his veins and gave him that little bit of courage, he reaches out and pulls the flaps apart. You're laying down on your cot with your back towards the entrance, paying him no mind.

“Y/N? Can we talk?” he starts softly, only to be met with silence. With a soft sigh, he steps into the tent and lets the flaps close behind him. His strides over are slow, worried you'll lash out at any second. “Look, I just wanted to tell ya I'm sorry. I-”

“Like sorry makes it any better,” He finally reaches the cot, taking a seat on the edge to reach out and rest his hand on your shoulder. “You could've died, Sean!”

“Well, I'm fully aware of that...” He holds his breath, worried he'll be met with more aggression. When you don't respond, however, he decides to continue. “I just... I dunno. I guess seein' ya in trouble like that... it made me panic. I can't lose ya, Y/N.”

“So your first thought was to jump in front of a bullet?”

“My first thought was to protect you. Didn't matter what happened after.”

You slowly shift on the cot, sitting up and finally facing him. He can finally see your bloodshot eyes. Reaching out, he gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“I just don't wanna lose you,” you sigh. A small creeps across his freckled face as he leans in to press his lips against yours.

“I'll try to be more careful.”

“You promise?”

“Well, best I can, love.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one lingering longer than the last.

“You ever do something stupid like that again, I'll kill you myself,” you murmur against his lips. He chuckles softly.

“I'd expect ya to, lad,” You help him slowly lay down on the cot next to you, letting his head rest against your chest as you ran your fingers through dirty red locks. He's softly complaining about the ache in his side, and you just remind him it's what he deserves after making such a stupid decision. Still, he gives you a smile as he promises to not pull another stunt like that again.

[hopelikethemoon]

Sleepy Moments (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Sleepy Moments Rating: PG-13 Length: 1500 Warnings: Brief allusions of sex.  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set February 1993. This was supposed to be longer, but I got trapped in my VR world.  Summary: Javier comes home from a statekout. 

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You wandered out of your bedroom, stifling a quiet yawn as you made your way, barefoot, into the kitchen to find yourself something to eat for breakfast. 

Instead of heading for the cabinet with the cereal, you went straight for the freezer and grabbed the carton of ice cream out. 

You sat it on the counter and opened the fridge to find the orange marmalade that was stashed in the door. An odd combination, but something you’d be craving since the middle of the night. 

You grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet and a spoon out of the drawer and headed for the kitchen table. 

At least Javier wasn’t there to judge your eating habits — though you were certain he was starting to get used to your cravings. 

You popped off the lid of the vanilla ice cream, spooning some into your bowl, before dumping a heap of marmalade over it. You groaned as you took a bite; the sweet combination of milky dairy and fruit hitting the spot. 

A noise in the family room caught your attention and you jerked your head towards the sofa — brows furrowed as you waited to hear it again. It almost sounded like snoring…

“Javier!” You shouted and he jerked bolt-upright on the sofa, nearly falling off in his haste. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned, holding your bowl of ice cream as you glared at him. 

“Shit.” He rubbed at his eyes, raking his fingers through his hair. “I finished the stakeout at four.” Javier explained, scratching the back of his neck as he walked into the kitchen. “Didn’t want to wake you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You gave me a fucking heart attack.”

Javier gave your bowl of ice cream a pointed look, “Yes, I can see you’re terrified.” 

“Fuck off.” You flipped him off, before taking another bite of your treat. “You have no idea what it’s like to have these cravings.”

“I’m not immune to cravings.” Javier retorted, gesturing to what you had on. “Is this what I miss out on when I’m stuck on stakeouts?”

You glanced downwards, “I was hot. Do not judge me.” You were still clinging to the clothes you’d been able to wear before you started showing. The tee you had on had ridden up to show off your rounded stomach and your underwear. It was definitely a look. 

“Not judging.” He smirked, “I’m definitely admiring.” Javier ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “What are you eating?”

“Ice cream and marmalade.” You shrugged, taking another bite. “Nothing else sounded good.” Your brows rose upwards, “As much as I miss stakeouts, I don’t miss the ones that dragged on into the next day.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, “I’m fucking wiped,” Javier said as he stepped around you and moved to make himself a cup of coffee. “Handed our info over to Search Bloc.” 

You sat down at the table, smiling when Javier grabbed the carton of ice cream and put it back in the freezer for you. “I promise I’ll let you sleep today.” 

“It’s fine,” He assured you, stifling another yawn. “I don’t need to sleep.” Javier grabbed a chair from the table and pulled it around to sit down next to you. “How’d you sleep?”

“Your daughter kept me up all night.” You said, rubbing your hand over the swell of your stomach. 

His lips drew upwards at the corners, “Sounds like we both need a nap today.”

You nodded your head, taking another bite of the ice cream. “Wanna try?” You questioned, spooning up another bit of ice cream and marmalade and holding it out for him. 

Javier bypassed the spoon, kissing you instead. “Not bad.” He smirked, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. “And easier to manage than tracking down Cheetos in the middle of the night.”

You grinned as you took another bite and licked the spoon. “I’m a simple woman of simple needs.” 

He reached out and rested his hand on your stomach, brushing his fingers over the bare skin revealed to him under the hem of your shirt. “Do you need me to bring over more of my shirts?”

You scrunched up your nose, “Maybe.” You took your last bite of ice cream, licking your lips as you sat the bowl aside. “You should’ve come to bed this morning.” You told him, reaching out to fluff your fingers through his hair. 

“Didn’t want to wake you.” He told you, closing his eyes as he enjoyed you playing with his hair. 

“If I had known you were out here, you could’ve helped me with a little problem I had.” You said, dropping your voice low as you traced your fingers over his cheekbone. 

His brows rose upwards, “And what was that problem?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, feigning innocence. “Oh, just a dream about you.” You sat back in your seat, “Your coffee’s done.”

“You’ve caught my interest.” Javier told you, resting his hand on your upper thigh. “What was this dream about?”

“Well,” You started, leaning back in your seat and let your thighs part. “What have I been dreaming about?”

His brows furrowed, “Last week you dreamed you were being chased by the Rocketeer. Underwater.” He reminded you, his lashes fluttering as he blinked slowly. 

Working until four in the morning and being abruptly woken up at seven has taken a toll on him. 

“Okay, so my dreams have been weird.” You laughed, pushing your fingers through your hair. “Just forget it.” You gave his hand a squeeze with your other hand, before rising from your seat to throw your bowl in the sink and get his coffee for him. 

“Baby,” Javier drawled out as he rose from his seat and followed you towards the coffee pot. “Come on, you can tell me.”

You turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter as you met his gaze. Your cheeks were burning hot. “I had yet another sex dream.” You pointed at him. “Between being kicked in my kidneys all night and waking up from very erotic dreams when I do sleep, this pregnancy is going to kill me.” 

Javier crowded in close to you, one hand on your stomach and the other at your cheek. “I’m not against helping you, baby.”

“Javi,” You said warmly, cupping both of his cheeks. “Your bags have bags and I can tell you’re trying to keep your eyes open. I love you, but you’re going straight to bed.” 

He grumbled against yours lips as you pressed yours to his, “I just need a cup of coffee.”

“And six hours of sleep.” You patted his cheek, before taking ahold of his hand and leading him down the hall to your bedroom. “Come on.”

“Fine.” He sighed, kicking off his shoes and ridding himself of his jeans and his shirt. 

You both climbed back into bed, sinking down beneath the covers comfortably. “Maybe this afternoon we can explore my dreams and watch some telenovelas together.” You told him, playing your fingers through his hair as he rested his cheek against your shoulder. 

Javier ran his hand over your stomach, “Sounds like a plan, baby.”

You kissed his forehead, “You’re exhausted. They’ve had you out every night this week.” 

“It’s bullshit.” Javier huffed, his breathing evening out, despite his ire. “It’s been a hectic week.”

“Even the paper load has been doubled.” You pointed out, “Not that it's comparable.”

He rubbed your stomach reassuringly, “You do important work too, baby. Don’t put yourself down.”

“I miss being out in the field,” You sighed, letting your lips linger against his forehead as you spoke. “But I don’t see how I’d manage in this state.” You gestured to your stomach.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous.” Javier told you, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, his breath hot against your skin as he sighed sleepily. “I don’t think I say that nearly enough.” He murmured, his voice heavy as his hand slowed its strokes against your stomach. 

“You say it every day, Javi.” You reminded him with a soft laugh, winding your fingers through his hair. “Sleep.” 

“I am.” He murmured, growing still beside you. You could feel the way his body relaxed, slowly at first, but then more apparently as sleep took ahold of him. You weren’t that tired, but it was awfully nice just to lay there in his arms. 

You still couldn’t believe this was your life sometimes. How many nights had you spent wondering what it would be like to be with Javier? Of course, in those fantasies you weren’t heavily pregnant. You’d never really envisioned yourself pregnant before. 

The reality wasn’t terrible, just different. At least Javier was understanding. So understanding. The man would do anything you asked him to do, if it meant making your pregnancy a little bit easier. 

Of course, there were still things that he couldn’t do. He couldn’t comfort you during the day when your hormones got the best of you and everything upset you. He couldn’t be there every night — not when the DEA kept sending him on assignment every night. 

But you made it work. You lived for these moments. The ones just like this. 

Even if he slept the whole day, it would be a damned good day because you weren’t alone. 

[aizawaorkuroo]

on the house (chapter 5) - cold brew

Ship: Yagi Toshinori x reader

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You and Toshinori spend the morning together. 

Warnings: Language, smut, Vaginal Fingering

AN: This blog is 18+!! also im pretty nervous about this chapter and could edit it forever, but I was tired of staring at it, so here it is lmao, but I also had part of this written a long time ago so actually getting to it was wild tsegrfws

OTH Masterlist

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Your alarm blasts annoyingly in the dark of your room. You’re surrounded by warmth, coaxing you back into a deep sleep. As the alarm continues, you suppress a groan and blindly shift in an attempt to reach out and stop the nuisance. Something solid and warm tightens around you, holding in place. It feels nice, nice enough to forget your alarm. Wait.

You pry your eyes open, blinking into the darkness. Your eyes adjust, and tufts of blonde hair come into focus. Memories of the previous night flood your brain, and your face heats up.

You twist against Toshinori’s arm to shut off the alarm. Looking out the window, you cringe realizing how early it is, and you hope you didn’t wake him up. When you turn around, you’re met with two sleepy, blue eyes tracing your face.

“Hey,” you whisper quietly.

“Hi.” His voice is thick with sleep, and something flutters deep in your chest. “Is it... it’s okay?” Your brows pull together, a questioning noise pulling itself out of your throat.

“Is it okay that I’m still here?” he gently asks. “I can leave if you want. It’s the weekend, so I’m free. Do you... have to go to work?” Butterflies delicately flutter inside your stomach, and you reach out to caress the side of Toshinori’s face.

“I’m glad you’re still here. And I think I’m gonna take the day off. Just gotta make sure everything’s okay at Sweet Bean.” He nods against your hand, and you twist to blindly grasp for your phone again, squinting as the artificial light blinds you. You text two of your other employees, before opening the chat you have with Suga and Aiko and type quickly.

Hey guys! My throats not feeling very well. I think I’m gonna stay home today. Jai and Ami will cover me later in the day!

You rub the sleep from your eyes when the phone vibrates immediately, and you flush at Aiko’s message.

I’m sure your knees hurt too slut 🤪🤪

jkjk it’s all good!

Your nose scrunches and you haphazardly throw your phone to the side. Toshinori’s arms gently wrap around you again, pulling you pack towards him.

“Everything okay?” You nod, curling back into his chest.

“Just wanna go back to sleep,” you mumble, shutting your eyes. A low chuckle resounds through his chest, flowing into you as the warm darkness overtakes you again.

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Sunlight splashes your eyelids rousing you from your slumber. Your arms stretch out in front of you, and you twist before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You still and hesitantly turn to face the empty space next to you.

You bite down on your lip, heart sinking into the pit of your stomach. Fuck. The fact that he didn’t even say goodbye weighs you down. Regret flows through you, slow and sticky. Maybe you had rushed things last night? You shake your head to yourself at the thought. He had been the one to talk about getting to the point, not you. But still...

Your ears perk up when you hear small noises coming from the kitchen. A sweet scent drifts into the room, and you flop against the bed while trying to contain your grin, your fears and worries evaporating immediately. He was just making breakfast.

You make an effort to get up and you curl over yourself as your lower abdomen clenches in pain. Right. Your face heats up and you sit up, placing your hands right below your stomach. Closing your eyes, you let a familiar warmth flood your veins and focus in your fingertips. The energy circles back into you, comforting your aching body and making your spine tingle. When your hands drop into your lap, your mind feels quiet, as if everything’s right in the world. You break your peaceful composition and force yourself to throw on underwear and a sweatshirt.

You shuffle through the hallway to the living room. Toshinori turns and offers a shy wave from the kitchen. His boxers cling to his waist, and his shirt hangs off of his shoulders. You grin in return before flopping on the couch and shutting your eyes.

“You had everything to make pancakes, so…” He trails off, but you hum at his words. After a moment to process what he said, your eyes flick open and you blink up at the ceiling.

“Wait, I had everything already?”

“You don’t know what you have in your own kitchen?” You purse your lips at that, and get up, lazily making your way to the kitchen. He turns to look at you as you lean against the fridge, and you offer him a shrug.

“Most days, I’ll make a coffee at Sweet Bean and call it a day.” A small frown pulls at his face, and he turns attention back to the batter on the skillet.

“Breakfast is important. Especially when you spend long days on your feet,” he chastises. Trying to suppress the overwhelming affection you feel, you open the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of cold brew that you had been experimenting with.

“You’re not my parent,” you tease. He offers a short laugh, but you see him visibly tense, and he moves the finished pancake onto the stack of already completed ones.

“Is this…is this okay? That I’m here.” His voice wavers, as if he’s unsure of his place in your kitchen, your home. You shuffle closer to him, setting the pitcher down on the counter. You reach out to place a reassuring palm on his arm.

“I’m glad you’re here. I like seeing you here.” He’s chewing on his lip nervously, not willing to meet your eyes. You squeeze his arm, and lightly grab his chin with your other hand, angling his face towards yours. “I liked waking up to you, Toshi.” The deep frown that’s grown on his face softens, and something easy and peaceful overtakes it. You smirk, your thumb stroking his jaw.

“And I really liked feeling sore when I woke up.” The tips of his ears turn a bright red that extends down to the rest of his face. His eyes flick away from yours, and you gently tug his face down to peck his lips.

“Was I...rough?” he whispers against you. You grin and shake your head.

“No. I just orgasmed a ridiculous amount last night. And you’re just really big.” The blush on his face darkens, and you let his face go, trying to ignore the warmth that sweeps through your system. He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

“Are you still sore?” He looks uncomfortable, his eyes focused on the floor. You pat his arm again and shake your head.

“I used my quirk, so I’m good. Could maybe use a bath though…” you trail off, briefly wondering if his long limbs would fit in your tub. But at the mention of your quirk, his eyes flick back up to yours.

“Would you mind explaining your quirk again?” You nod, but eye the stack of pancakes on the counter.

“I will, but I’m kinda hungry.”  He chuckles as you gently squeeze his arm. When you grab the cold brew, he grabs your free hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. He holds your hand to his face, and affection ripples through your chest, making your face feel warm. You pull away, hiding the dumb grin that’s sprawled lazily across your face.

It’s only when you’re sitting across from him at your small kitchen table (after assuring him it was not hard cold brew) that you begin to unpack your quirk.

“Like you already know, it’s a basic healing quirk.” You take a bite trying to think of how to explain the mechanics of it, but you’re sidetracked. “And not to expose my lack of faith, but these pancakes are really good.” He rests his chin in his hand, a humored smirk pulling at the sharp lines of his face.

“I’m not helpless.” You stick your tongue out at him before taking another bite.

“Anyways, it’s like I turn on a faucet, and warmth spreads through my body. I can focus the warmth to go wherever and…” you trail off. You hold your hands up, shutting your eyes and letting them heat up. When you crack an eye open, they’re glowing softly. Toshinori’s head is cocked to the side, his eyes trained on your hands. What a nice change of pace.

“What basically happens is that I’m able to accelerate cell growth and repair, and can transfer it to things I touch. And it kinda like, also makes people just feel better. Like happier. But I can’t do it for too long. Makes me get pretty tired” Your nose scrunches at how poorly the words are coming to you. “And I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what you see every day with your students,” you say, stretching your arms above your head.

“I think it’s wonderful.” You pause mid-stretch. He’s looking at you like you hung not only the moon, but every star and planet in the sky. You swallow past the lump in your throat, and your arms rest on the table.

“Well, my customers seem to think so too.” His head tilts curiously, and your nose crinkles as you smile at him. “I used it on the coffee beans and the tea plants.” You gesture with your head to the plants that sit on your small balcony. “The effects are dampened on food, but it’s enough to make a small difference.”

“Do you have a license for that?” he says in a faux serious tone. You hold out your hands, pressing your wrists together.

“You gonna arrest me if I don’t?” You watch the way his blush extends down to the planes of his chest, and pride bubbles in your veins.

“Something like that,” he murmurs, prompting you to drop your wrists and grin wickedly.

“Good to know, good to know.” He rubs the back of his head, eyes drifting towards the floor.

“You mentioned a bath, if I recall?” his voice is soft and hesitant again, as if despite your insistence that he has a place here, he doesn’t want to intrude. You hum at his words and take the dishes to the sink.

“Why? You wanna join me?” When you turn to look at him, a panicked look is on his face, and he sputters making attempts to back peddle.

“I apologize for assuming. I shouldn’t have done that. If you’d like me to leave, I’ll be gone.” As much as you enjoyed his awkward rambling, you knew it was cruel to let him continue. Especially when this was so new.

“Toshinori. I would love for you to join me.” His shoulders sag in relief, and he shakes his head.

“You are wicked,” he retorts. You roll your eyes before walking back to the table, and gently grabbing his wrist. You kiss the calloused pad of his thumb, and then his index finger, and then his middle finger. You kiss each of his warm, rough fingers before kissing the pulse point of his wrist.

“If I’m wicked, what does that make your hands?” you ask with heavy-lidded eyes. His hand twists, grasping yours and pulling you forward to straddle his lap. Toshi’s lips melt against yours, sending fire through your veins. You curl your hands in his hair, trying to pull his mouth closer to yours. His hands travel up and down the sides of your body before landing right under the hem of your sweatshirt.

As you tug at his hair, you briefly wonder if this is moving too fast. The thought uncomfortably pierces through your brain. Toshinori’s hands squeeze at the flesh they find, and the possibility that this will all crash and burn enters your mind. This could end in a glorious blaze that left you both singed. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, and when you lock eyes, you realize you don’t care.

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Toshi leans back into your chest, the tips of his hair tickling your nose. Your thighs encase as much of him as you can. His legs stick out the edge of your tub. He’s all limbs, gangly and tall, too tall for your bath. You had warned him that it might not be the most comfortable for him, but he had insisted it would be okay. He wanted to be close to you, and you let him.

You run your hands through his sunflower hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He nestles himself further into your chest, and you smile softly. Your hands slowly trail downwards until they reach his shoulders. You press your fingers into the knotted muscles, and he shudders against you. You continue to lightly massage him, the beginnings of an idea forming in your mind. You slip your hands underneath his arms to his chest, careful to avoid his scar, and you press him tightly to you. He closes his eyes and leans his head against you. The two of you sit in silence before you press a kiss to his temple. Your fingers delicately edge around his scar.

“Can I ask what happened?” you whisper against him. He tenses against you, and you slide your hands around him to carefully massage his shoulders again. “You don’t have to talk about it, it's okay. I’m sorry for pushing you.” He shakes his head, his hair gently brushing across your face.

“I...it’s-” he inhales sharply, letting himself soften under your touch. “There was a bad villain attack...and I got hurt.” His words are slow and painful, and regret sits heavy in your stomach. You truly don’t know him enough to ask this. You squeeze his shoulders, in what you hope is a reassuring manner.

“It’s really okay. I’m sorry for asking.” Your arms snake down to hold him again, and he relaxes against you.

“It’s not easy for me to talk about. Everything changed after.”

“Does it still hurt?” He sighs, letting his body slump dejectedly against you.

“It’s hard to breathe now, and it aches. Gets really bad some days.” You hum at his words, something sad and aching burrowing itself in your chest. You rest your head on top of his, not wanting to force him to talk anymore. You let the silence crystalize in the air, not wanting to break the delicate balance. But your mind stirs again, hints of a question threading together to form an idea.

“Toshi? Could you sit up a bit please?” You ask trying to not let your nerves get the best of you. He immediately complies with your request, but you frown as he also leans away from you.

“Of course. Was I crushing you? Are you okay?” He worriedly questions and turns back to look at you. Of course, he would assume the worst. You shake your head and can’t stop the way your face scrunches up.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted you to sit up and scoot back if that's okay.” The water splashes out of the tub as he scooches back until he’s nestled in-between your thighs again, but you don’t mind. You wrap your arms around him again, lightly tracing patterns onto his abdomen. Your forehead dips forward to rest on his back. He stills beneath you, but you. can feel his muscles beginning to relax.

“But can I try something?” As soon as he nods, your hands inch closer to the scar on the left side of his body. He stiffens under your fingers, and you tilt your head to lightly kiss up and down his spine. This may not help, but it’s worth a try. If you could help take away some of his leftover aches, even for just a little while, it would be worth it.

Your hands lightly rest on top of the scar, and he shakes ever so slightly. You kiss his shoulder blade, and urge the warmth you feel in your heart to move to your hands. The tips of your fingers begin to glow; the warmth you feel surges into Toshi’s body. He shudders against you and lets out a groan that goes straight in-between your things.

You slowly flatten your palms against him to cover more space, and he leans his head back, his hair tickling your face once again. His muscles flex beneath your palms, and you gently tighten your thighs around him, pulling yourself flush against his back. You close your eyes and inhale. When you exhale, you focus the warmth to flood the rest of your body.

You feel Toshi drop farther into your hold, and he lets out a shaky breath. You try to use your quirk for as long as you can, and Toshi lets you. When the glow retreats back into your body, you slump against Toshinori, trying to catch your breath.

The water sloshes as Toshinori breaks away from your grip and turns around to face you. You flush under the weight of his gaze, still taking deep breaths. He doesn’t say anything; neither do you. Instead, he reaches his arms out to pull you onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lightly play with his hair.

“How ya feeling?” you whisper. He dips down, letting his forehead rest against yours. His hands rest on your waist, fingers drawing invisible patterns on your skin.

“A lot better,” he murmurs.

When he pulls away, there’s something deep and dark in his eyes. Something you’re not sure you can handle. And he’s not sure he can handle it either, so instead, he glances down at your lips and kisses you deeply. You lean into it, and your hands solidly slide through his hair before you lightly tug.

His large hands grip your waist, and he squeezes lightly before his tongue swipes against your lips. You open your mouth and his tongue slips against yours. You feel something hard poking into your thigh, and you can't help but to squirm. He lazily trails one hand from your chest down and slips in-between your bodies. You pull away from his burning kisses as he cups your pussy with his hand.

“Please Toshi,” you whine.

“Please what?” He’s smiling innocently at you, watching you squirm against his hand.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” You lightly slap his arm, frustration pulling a frown to your face.

He chuckles before trailing a finger in between your folds. You shudder lightly, and your hands fall to his shoulders to help stabilize you. The rough pad of his finger finds its way to your clit, and you gasp as he swipes his finger across it. Your nails dig lightly into your shoulders, and you bite your lip. Toshi chuckles beneath you.

“I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make.” You squirm and let out a moan as his finger begins to lightly trace circles on your clit.

He watches you bloom and unravel as he touches you. He’s supposed to be good, unselfish; he’s supposed to be a hero. But he’s greedy for more of you, of the noises you make. His fingers leave your aching clit and slip inside you. You buck your hips against him as you let out another moan. He pumps his thick finger in and out as you grind down into his hand, searching for more friction.

“You still like my hands?” he teases. Your face twists, and you hide in your hands, embarrassment coursing through you as you continue to rock against him. The hand that was on your waist disappears and tugs at your wrists. Your hands fall back onto his shoulders, and he chuckles.

“I hate you,” you mumble. He slips another large finger inside you and lightly scissors them, stretching you out.

“Whatever you say.” His thumb finds its way to your clit, and your face scrunches up in pleasure. A white-hot sensation builds within you, something deep. He’s shifting his fingers now, pumping them both deep inside you searching for a way to get closer to you. You drop one of your hands from his shoulder, searching for his cock. You blindly fumble but one of his hands catches your wrist, stopping you from grabbing his cock.

“Don’t worry about me. Just wanna make you feel good,” he mumbles into your hair. He moves your hand back to his shoulder before gripping your waist again. You continue to squirm and writhe against him as the coil in the pit of your stomach begins to tighten. Toshi’s fingers slow ever so slightly as he works a third large finger into you. You shudder and cry out his name.

He picks up the pace, and you whine. His fingers are searching. And the second they find their goal, your mind grows hazy. They thrust into you, heavy and warm.

’Toshi,” you mewl, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Fall apart for me, sweet girl.”

The coil snaps.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you slump against his chest. Your thighs twitch and you writhe against his still moving fingers. The pleasure is disorienting, making your mind feel thick like honey. He slows his fingers as you continue to ride out your orgasm, and you pepper kisses against any skin that you see. When he finally stops, your panting against him.

“How ya feeling,” he asks, throwing back the same question you asked him earlier. You nuzzle into his chest, exhaustion pulling at your bones.

“Tired,” you murmur into his skin. He chuckles and lets you rest against him, as you try to gain some energy after overusing your quirk and orgasming intensely. When he finally helps you out of the bathtub, your legs feel like jelly. He helps you into something comfortable before putting on his clothes.

You lie on your bed, watching him get dressed, trying to fight the sleep that pricks the back of your eyelids. The bed dips when he sits next to you, and Toshinori reaches a hand out to stroke your jaw with his thumb.

“I got called into work, so I have to go.”

“To the school?” Your prop yourself up on your arms, heading tilting in confusion. He pauses, a sharp frown consuming his face. He looks away from you before nodding.

“Emergency teacher conference.” You hum at his answer, thinking about all the trouble that’s been happening since the USJ attack. “But I’ll call you if that’s okay?” Your nose crinkles as you grin, and you nod, letting your eyes shut.

Wait.

Without opening your eyes, you let out a small laugh.

“I still have to give you my number.” You feel him stiffen next to you, and you bite your lip to suppress another giggle. Cracking one eye open, you see him looking at you, face red out of embarrassment. “Well, do you want it?” He looks away from you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he nods. You rattle off your number, and he dutifully types the number out, face still aflame.

He pockets his phone and stands up, and you reluctantly follow, insisting that you’re not tired enough to not walk him out. When you open the door for him, he pauses and looks down at you. You meet his piercing gaze with a small smirk.

“That was some first date, huh?” He shakes his head at your teasing, but he bends down pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I had a nice time. Goodbye, Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips. When you pull away, your heart stutters, and a peaceful feeling falls over you.

When the door finally shuts, you let out a long exhale before dragging your tired body back to bed. You stare at your phone, chewing on your lip nervously. The realization that you would have to wait for him to text you first has nerves igniting in your belly. You shut your eyes, trying to let the panic dissipate.

With sleep just around the corner, you hear a hopeful ding from your phone. Blinking open an eye, you one new message from an unknown number.

It’s Toshinori <3

Trying not to think too much about the heart, you let sleep finally overtake you.

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The look on your face as he said goodbye plays on a loop in Toshinori’s mind. Guilt worms its way into his stomach. There’s no teacher conference. You were right to be suspicious, but you had dropped it so easily, choosing to trust him instead.

Toshinori does not like lying to you. But he can’t tell you that he’s All-Might. Just... not yet. It’s going to change everything; he can feel it. He can’t stand his true form, withering away. But you don’t care. You like him. You like him.

But if you knew he was All-Might, would you be disappointed? Would you prefer All-Might to Toshinori? Would that make you a target? Would you hate him? Fuck, you’ve only been on one date.

Questions rattle around his mind, and Toshinori shakes his head, a frown tugging at his lips. He doesn’t have time to think about this not right now. A smile forces its way back on his face. He has to be here, present in the moment, not thinking about you. He lands abruptly, hands on his hips.

“I am here!”

While it’s true Toshinori wants nothing more than to selfishly think about the future, All-Might doesn’t get that luxury. Not while there are villains to defeat. But despite his best efforts, you linger in the back of his mind, an ember glowing in the dark.

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Taglist: @bougainvilliea713otaku 

[vldkeith]

uhh preview for a fic im working on where lance realizes keith is gay? lol

“Hello? Keith?” he intones, knocking twice and then immediately taking a step back in case Keith barrels outside like an angry cat, upset at his ruined peace. 

That isn’t what happens though, thankfully; there’s a little bit of shuffling and then the door opens on a very disheveled looking Keith, with mussed hair, bleary eyes, and pillow creases marring his otherwise smooth cheeks. 

Lance’s heart flutters almost painfully. Keith Kogane was napping. And fuck, he’s cute. 

“Hi,” Lance begins, and then starts at the shy, boy-next-door quality of his voice. He coughs once and tries again. “Hi, Keith. Mind if I come in? Didn’t mean to wake Sleeping Beauty, of course, so if you wanna get back to that I understand—” 

“It’s fine, Lance,” Keith replies abruptly, and Lance’s stomach swoops at how gentle and sleepy Keith’s voice sounds. It’s adorable. So adorable that Lance almost forgets the reason he’s here to begin with. 

“Okay, well, if you’re sure—” 

And then Lance is being pulled into Keith’s room, ending his sentence with a high-pitched yelp. Once he’s inside, Keith releases his arm and (Is he smiling? Is he SMIRKING?!) kicks his door shut before calmly positioning himself on the other side, arms folded and leaning like the utterly annoying, emo, hot person he is. 

“Didn’t know you were so eager to have me in your room with you,” Lance tries, but even he can tell that the pick-up line is weak; he’s still a little too flustered to fully be in it. Either Keith can tell that, or he’s already too used to Lance’s increasingly constant flirting, because he just rolls his eyes.

“You’re the one knocking on my door. Got something you want to do with me?” he responds evenly, causing Lance’s entire body to warm. Since when did he get so good at mirroring Lance’s language back at him? 

Lance is nothing if not a performer, though, so he waves a hand easily and draws a casual, confident smile back to his face. “I have reasons Keith and, unfortunately for you, they aren’t the sexy kind.” 

“I’m so disappointed,” Keith drawls. He’s smirking. Lance has to look away, lest he risk showing exactly how much Keith is getting to him. Maybe he’s more confident after sleeping… 

“Anyway,” Lance presses on, striding across the room and draping himself dramatically on Keith’s bed, “I have questions for you.” 

Keith looks curious, which is good; Lance can deal with that better than teasing. “Yeah? Shoot. I’m awake now anyway.” 

At this, Lance pauses. Hm. This is all a bit…quick, isn’t it? He’s not entirely sure if he’s ready for this conversation, actually. In fact, doing a quick stock of his body, Lance discovers clammy hands, roaring blood, and nervous jitters; not exactly the signs of cool confidence that he needs right now. 

Hunk had said, when Lance had brought up this exact question, that this was anything but quick—that Lance had been wondering for too long anyway, and it was about time that he “got it out of his system.” Whatever that meant. Lance is having trouble remembering right now; his focus feels completely drawn inward, with only a peephole allowing Lance to throw concentration onto Keith as well, like a light. 

He’s been silent for too long. Keith is beginning to look a bit miffed. 

“Uhm, well, actually, I should probably be training, you know, and I did interrupt your sleep, so it’s fine if you just want me to leave—” 

“No?” Keith’s brows are knitted in confusion now. Shit. Is Lance going to have to explain himself now? “It’s…fine? I already said it was fine. Why are you so nervous?” 

Fuck! “I’m not nervous, what? Who’s nervous? Maybe you’re nervous, but I never get nervous, so—” 

“Lance.” Now he just sounds tired. “Dude, it’s fine, whatever you have to say, just say it. I don’t care.” 

Lance licks his lips and doesn’t notice when Keith’s eyes catch and hold on the motion. 

He has to know, though, doesn’t he? He has to know why Keith never looks at girls, because if Keith Kogane isn’t straight, then that means something, that means something for Lance, and he has to know why it means something and what that something is and if Keith would just tell him then maybe Lance could figure all of that out and it would finally be over—

“Are you gay?”

[wienerbarnes]

Breathe Deeper

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,324

Prompt: “Why is it always murder and mayhem with you? Don’t you ever just do normal person things? Eat a sandwich? Brush your teeth? Do you even brush your teeth?” (from a random prompt generator)

Warnings: murder, violence, staging a suicide, ~feelings~

A/N: cafe bustelo does wonders for you at 1 am anyway ive been trying to finish this for like two months. have a couple more ideas for these two but feel free to send me any ideas or requests and ill do em if the inspo strikes! also title is purely the song im listening to as i type this out and has no correlation to the story LOL but hey if yall like tame impala enjoy

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

A single pop is heard as a bullet flies out of your gun into the head of the old man who opened the door.

“Christ! No build up?! No tension?! No confirmation that it’s even him?!” Bucky yells as he wiggles his ear to rid the ringing from it.

You brush past Bucky and slide the gun back into the holster strapped to your thigh. You step over behind whatever his name was, Bucky’s having trouble remembering after that blow to his eardrum, and hook your hands under his arms in order to  drag him back into the empty house.

“Why is it always murder and mayhem with you? Don’t you ever just do normal person things? Eat a sandwich? Brush your teeth? Do you even brush your teeth?” Bucky questions you as he closes the door behind him, stepping in between splatters of blood.

“Nope, gotta leave leftovers for the bugs that live in my mouth.”

“That’s gross.”

“Shut up, help me lug this guy to the bedroom.”

The two of you are in a small town in Northern Oklahoma on the property of one of your ex-Hydra handlers. After a few days of researching, the two of you were able to figure out where he moved to and what he changed his name to after retiring from his prior lifestyle.

“I knew it was him from the second I saw him. You never forget.” You explain to him, both of you positioning his body in the corner of the room.

“You go clean up the entryway, I’ll finish staging over here.” Bucky offers it to you. He takes out his own gun from his own waistband and fires a single shot through the same hole you put in between the guy’s eyes. The splatter that explodes on the walls behind him are perfect, artistic almost. Bucky then starts looking around the room; in the closet, under the bed, until he reaches the night stand where a pretty little pistol lays. Not the same gun as his, but he has a feeling the police system in such a small and unpopulated town won’t bother to investigate this death as a murder as opposed to the obvious suicide that took place.

Bucky notices the small skull and octopus stamped into the side of the gun as he places it in his hands. He rolls his eyes before making his way back over to the entryway where you’re sat on the ground, scrubbing away with a rag in your hands and a bottle of bleach next to you. 

Bucky walks over and takes a seat on the loveseat positioned a few feet away from where you are.

“So, where we heading after this?” Bucky asks you, leaning forward and resting his elbow on the arm of the seat.

“Back to New York? You probably gonna be busy working on that murder case.” You glance at him confused before going back to scrubbing.

Bucky pauses before speaking again, “How do you know about that?”

“I… keep up with my fair share of news.”

“You don’t pay for newspapers nor do you have a TV or a phone; you don’t have news. Besides, we haven’t released any information to the public about anything before we get more leads. So, how do you know about that?” Bucky stares at you, eyebrows pinched a bit in the middle as he awaits your answer.

“Do you wanna stop and get some pie on the way back?”

“No. Did you see something about the murders?” Bucky ignores your attempt at changing the subject.

“You just said you haven’t released anything-”

“I don’t mean on the news, I mean in that empty head of yours.” He teases.

You sigh, “I hate when you ask me about my… head.”

“Well, you could be helping here! You can try and be good!”

“I’m sitting on the floor scrubbing an old guy’s blood out of the wood of his own house after I’ve just blown his brains out.”

“Yeah, a bad old guy!”

You get off the last of the specks of blood before standing up and screwing the cap back onto the bottle of bleach. “I didn’t even see anything about the killer, anyway.”

“So, what did you see?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Fetch me a bone here, doll.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d like that, dog.”

He grabs the bleach and rag from your fingers to free up your hands from carrying anything. Tingles travel up the tips of your fingers and flow up through your wrist into your chest. You glance up and make eye contact with Bucky and the dramatic puppy eyes and pouty lips he’s throwing your way. 

You stare for a few more seconds before looking away, “Check that huge pond in Central Park tomorrow. His next victim will be floating there.” You satisfy him before turning and making your way back outside and to the car the two of you took on your little road trip.

While walking back to the parked car, Bucky quickly rushes in front of you and grasps the handle before you can reach it, allowing you to get in the car while he holds it open for you. He throws you an innocent looking smile, a smile coming from a person who surely didn’t just stage a suicide. You bite back your own smile before taking a seat and letting Bucky close the door behind you.

…

When you open your eyes after your nap, it's dark outside the moving car. You slowly lift your head up off the car window and glance over at Bucky, who you now realize is on the phone with someone.

“I told you, it was a weird anonymous number, Sam. I don’t know where it came from.” Bucky speaks softly on the phone before turning his head to look at you in your sleepy state.

“All they said was to check the pond in Central Park tomorrow. I know it’s sketchy, but we don’t have any other leads anyway, we might as well try it.”

“We sounds like a lot of people, ain’t you say that to me one time? Not all of us are on vacation, you know.” You hear another deep voice through the tiny speaker of the phone against Bucky’s ear.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow, man.”

Bucky wraps up his conversation as you process what you’ve heard. Bucky has lied, again, to the government, to Captain America, in order to protect you and your existence.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks before your thoughts can get too far from you.

“Fine. We’re already heading back to New York?” 

“We’re stopping at a motel for the night, but after tomorrow’s drive, we’ll get there by sundown.”

You sit up proper and stretch your legs as far out in front of you as you can, the bones crunching and popping in relief at the new position. Bucky cringes next to you. He glances at you and watches you pick at the crust gathered at the corners of your eyes, a yawn escaping you along with the last of your grogginess.

Bucky doesn’t know how he’d fully express it to you, but he’s so happy to see the person you’re growing into. Everyday a little bit more of your personality, your mannerisms, your weirdness, your humor, your ideas; everything about the real you, shows more and more. He sees this beautiful woman who, maybe a year and some ago, was walking the line of death and now sits beside him with neon green nail polish and mismatched socks and cute flower earrings adorning the curve of your ear. He stares at the tattoo on your neck, that angry red face with large eyebrows and wonders whether or not that was your idea or not. He wonders if you have any other tattoos hidden among the space of your skin, he doesn’t remember seeing any along your sides or stomach that nightmare of a night in his apartment-

“You’re swervin’.” 

Bucky clears his throat and snaps his head forward, fixing the car to drive straight on the road. Soon, he sees the promising sign, “Motel in 10 Miles,” and the two of you park in the small lot of the light orange building.

The inside smells of old people, an aged scent that isn’t necessarily bad, but makes you scrunch your nose nonetheless. No bugs in clear sight and the roof is still intact, so it should be suitable for a night of rest.

“We only have rooms available on the first floor for tonight, I’m assuming you’ll want one bed?”

Bucky's throat goes dry for a second, “Yes, that’s fine.” He doesn’t want to consult you as you look far off out the front window of the lobby, back turned to the young woman at the front desk. No matter how small a town in whatever state there is at this point in their journey, there is no risking anyone recognizing you, even if your search mission has been deemed unsolved.

A plastic card is slid into Bucky’s right hand and he begins making his way back outside and down the walkway towards their room for the night. You follow him silently.

“I call showering first, I think there’s small clumps of blood still stuck in my hair.” You tell him, flinging your backpack onto the bed, and pulling out a large sweatshirt and panties and taking them into the bathroom with you. 

While the water begins to run, Bucky undoes the blankets, looks thoroughly through the pillows and in between the sheets in search of bed bugs. Next, inspecting the lamps, outlets, and anything else that could possibly hide a camera, microphone, or any other device. He even contemplates tearing apart the carpet under his feet, but decides against the extra work. He places your bag along with his own backpack on the small table in the corner of the room and fixes the bed to not look like he tore it apart recklessly. I wonder what side she prefers-

The bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam flows out, you soon emerge with a towel wrapped around your head, large sweatshirt hanging off your frame and bare feet digging into the soft carpet beneath you. You fling the towel off of your head using momentum from throwing your head and neck forward, the towel landing on the floor in front of you and your wet hair sending a light spray Bucky feels on his warm face.

By the time Bucky finishes with his shower, the room resembles a sauna and his metal arm has gone hot. A long sleeved shirt and cotton shorts are slipped onto his body along with a pair of thick socks to keep him warm at all times. He steps out of the bathroom, using his towel to rub through his hair, and he spots you using the small mirror on the wall. 

Your legs are on display and your underwear is in sight. Bright pink with WEDNESDAY printed on the behind in bubble letters, it’s Friday, the bottoms of your butt cheeks hanging out the bottom of the fabric. The cotton hugs your body and Bucky can’t help but blush at the sight. His mother would smack him over the head if she were here right now. 

Your shirt is lifted, one of your hands holding it high on your chest where Bucky can see a slip of under your breast peeking, the curve intriguing him. Your other hand is occupied rubbing a colorless liquid along your side, Bucky focuses his attention and realizes your rubbing along the scar he left you from your stitches. The bottle on the table has a label that read Vitamin E Natural Oil. 

Your fingers seem unbelievably soft and gentle as he watches them glide along your side, massaging the shiny oil into your smooth skin. You drop your sweatshirt and gather a bit more oil on your hands before rubbing it into your hips where Bucky can see the faintest stretch marks.

“Sorry ‘bout the scar. O-on your side, I mean.” Bucky stutters out, convincing himself that his body is warm from the shower he took. 

“It probably saved my life, so I can’t say I’m sorry about it.” You respond without turning around, as though you knew he was there watching you lather yourself in oil like the beginning of a softcore porn but didn’t mind him enjoying the show.

“What’s that stuff for, anyways?” Bucky asks as he gathers his old clothes back into his bag, folding each piece before placing the packed bag next to yours on the table. Your bag that clearly does not have folded clothes, only crinkled ones. Bucky empties your bag and folds your clothes for you before neatly packing it and closing the zippers.

“Helps fade scars.”

“Yeah, but why? Scars are cool.” 

“I suppose. I’d still like to lighten them a bit. So they look better, prettier.”

“You’re probably the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in the last few decades.”

“You don’t even remember most of the last few decades,” You try to joke.

“I mean it. It’s a compliment. It’s okay to accept and enjoy compliments, doll.” Bucky looks at you, forcing you to meet his eyes. You see in your peripheries as he puts the cap on the bottle of oil and places it next to your bag. A small smile adorns his face as he looks at you, and you can’t help but feel a knot form in your throat.

It’s been a long while since you’ve received any kind of love, whether that be physical, emotional, mental, or self. It’s an overwhelming feeling when someone who you aren’t actually the closest with gives you such a deep and personal compliment. 

Aren’t the closest with- this is your only friend he the only person you even know. The point is, being the most beautiful woman of the century is much different than having pretty hair or a good sense of humor.

You look away from him before the small bit of wetness can gather in your waterline.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Bucky whispers softly to you, as to not break the safe atmosphere created by his sweet comment.

You clear your throat that now feels thick with tar, “The right.”

“Good. I prefer the left.”

[the-one-eighteen]

Prompt: On his birthday, Eddie wakes up to smell food cooking. Christopher asked Buck to come over an help him make breakfast for Eddie and he goes out to see Buck and Chris standing at the stove, laughing and he feels so happy and realizes he's in love.

I am. So sorry for the delay on this! Life…happened. As I’m sure it’s happening for everyone right now. But! I hope this is okay! Thank you so much for sending this in, I had a lot of fun with it!

(read on ao3)

Eddie doesn’t know what woke him up.

There’s nothing immediately there to clue him in either, and if it weren’t for the suddenness with which he’d snapped his bleary eyes open, he’d be willing to put it off as just. The natural process of the morning.

He frowns at the wall slightly, listening carefully into the silent house for any kind of clue.

No, wait, not silent.

He hears the clang of cutlery hitting a pan, then a quick ‘shh shh’ that he could pick out of a crowd because Chris was still working on fine tuning his subtlety, followed by a deeper rumble of a muffled laugh that he could also pick out of a damn crowd, because Buck had never tried for subtlety in his life.

So, just Buck and Chris in the kitchen. Nothing urgent then.

Eddie can feel his body sliding back into sleepy looseness, his eyes already drooping closed again - it’s his day off and his kid is cared for, he wants to sleep in dammit - when a couple things click into place.

Well, less things more questions.

Like, one - and this one was really the biggest - what the hell was Buck doing here?

And two - the one that was actually the biggest and one he was resolutely ignoring - why was his immediate reaction to Buck being here all clear?

(And three - wow was he really trying to convince himself he didn’t know the answer to two? His denial ran deeper than he’d thought.)

(Except it really, really didn’t, because Eddie knew his crush on his best friend was pathetic on the best of days, and all-consuming on the worst. God, that one moment of peace - of feeling like everything was right with the world and everyone was where they should be (where he wanted them to be) was going to haunt his best dreams for the next few months, and he couldn’t even work up the energy to pretend to be mad about it.)

Eddie groaned, burying his face in his pillow for a long moment. It was his day off. He didn’t need something this confusing (this perfect) so early.

There’s another clang and another muffled laugh - including one from Chris this time, which, no matter the situation, would always make Eddie grin - and Eddie decides to face the inevitable. He takes long enough to grab a shirt, hauling it over his head and following it with a weak attempt at taming what he was sure was some pretty spectacular bedhead before slipping quietly out of his room.

There’s a pretty good chance Buck and Chris wouldn’t have noticed if he’d bolted out there yelling.

Without the door to muffle it, he can now hear the two of them giggling and whisper-shouting to each other almost constantly, and when Eddie peaks around the corner into the kitchen, he finds Buck bent over the stove, Chris sitting on the counter next to him, both of them intent on whatever it is Buck is doing.

Eddie leans in the doorway for a long moment, no longer feeling the sense of need to know that had driven him from bed. Chris is still in his pjs, his hair an impressive nest of curls, and the smile on his face could light up Eddie’s whole damn world. There’s also an impressive spot of...flour? On the tip of his nose and smeared across his cheek.

He can only see Buck’s back, but Chris’ smile somehow gets bigger and brighter each time Buck looks over at him. From his vantage point, Eddie also sees Buck flip out a pancake onto a slowly growing stack on the other side of the stove that he hadn’t noticed at first.

“We’re just about done, buddy. You wanna go get your dad? And remember,” Buck turns enough to face Chris, pressing his finger to his lips and giving Eddie a good look at his profile and the truly impressive smear of flour across his eyebrow that looks suspiciously like a handprint, “This is a surprise right? So, ‘happy birthday,’ loud as you can, then get his grumpy butt out here, right?”

‘Happy birthday’?

...Oh. Eddie had completely forgotten about that. But from the look of giddy determination on Chris’ face, he hadn’t. And he’d probably been the one to plan this whole thing - whatever this whole thing was.

And from the sounds of things, Buck was, if not an accomplice, then a completely willing participant.

It was the ass-crack of dawn, on his and Buck’s one day off that week. And here he was in Eddie’s kitchen, with Eddie’s kid, looking as giddy as could be about making Eddie a birthday breakfast, when Eddie hadn’t even remembered what day it was, let alone made any kind of big deal about it in the last week.

Eddie didn’t really know what to do with the butterflies currently lighting up his chest.

Buck nods seriously before breaking out in a grin to rival Chris’ before reaching over to help him down from the counter. “Go get ‘im, tiger.”

Which is about the time both of them notice Eddie leaning in the doorway.

The synchronized freeze and matching wide eyes was something Eddie would’ve given almost anything for a picture of.

And, now that he could actually look at both of them, it looked like their faces weren’t the only casualties of what had to have been an epic flour battle. He’s more impressed there’s none on the counter or floor, really.

“Good morning.” Eddie says, unable to resist.

Chris just about whirls around on Buck, Buck’s hand on his shoulder keeping him steady, one hand pointed up at him, accusatory and matter of fact, “I told you it was too loud.”

And Buck takes a moment, blinking between Eddie, then down at Chris, then back at Eddie before just shaking his head with a laugh, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you were right. I still don’t see why the plan won’t work. He’s just already dragged his grumpy butt out here.”

Chris ponders that for a moment before turning back to Eddie. A decision seems to be made a moment later, as he hurries over to Eddie in what could by all accounts be called a tackle-hug, yelling, “Happy birthday!”

And Eddie just melts, leaning down enough to scoop a now laughing Chris up and swinging him around with a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, mijo,” he gets out through multiple more kisses that make Chris giggle and squirm in his arms.

Eddie feels like he’s damn near glowing by the time he looks over at Buck, who’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed loosely over his chest, just watching the two of them with this...this look that sparks the butterflies still taking up space where Eddie’s lungs are supposed to be. His smile is so damn soft, it’s mostly crinkling around his eyes, and he’s just...watching the two of them like he’s got nothing better to do at six in the morning on a Saturday. Like there’s nothing he wants to do, other than be right there.

“If it’s any consolation, this is still a pretty big surprise.” Eddie offers after a moment - throwing it into that awkward quiet between his laughter and Buck’s quiet smile that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“I asked Buck to help because Abuela said you’d probably forget again,” Chris pipes up, either oblivious to the way Eddie’s voice doesn’t fit in the suddenly full space between him and Buck, or all too aware and breaking it like the wonderful whirlwind he is.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Eddie asks, looking back to his son and feeling himself smile without much control from him. “Well...yeah, she was right.”

“Like she normally is.” Chris adds, the ever loyal grandson.

“Like she normally is,” Eddie agrees with a laugh as he presses another kiss into Chris’ curls. “Well, since it is my birthday, I’m voting breakfast and cartoons. Wanna go find some good ones for us?” The question’s barely out of his mouth before Chris is nodding eagerly, and Eddie can’t say no to that, so he sets him down and off Chris goes.

Eddie watches him go for a moment before looking back at Buck and...no, the smile’s still there, and Eddie can feel his heart skip. The butterflies are gone, leaving him instead with this want tugging somewhere just behind his heart. He’s pretty sure he couldn’t stop his feet if he wanted to, let’s the pull bring him up in front of Buck - watches Buck’s smile finally move, as his nose scrunches up and his head tilts to the side.

“You okay there Diaz?” Buck asks, and it could be teasing. Could be questioning, or curious, or insistent. But instead, it’s gentle. Coaxing Eddie back into his head, and encouraging the tugging at his core to ease up.

Eddie can’t really say what’s on his mind - he doesn’t have the words for the gulf he just stepped across in both the kitchen and in his own head.

‘Crush’ didn’t begin to cover what Eddie had for Buck. Couldn’t cover the sheer simplicity of it.

But Eddie...god, Eddie didn’t know if he could admit what he was slowly yet impossibly quickly realizing. So, instead? He reaches up a hand to brush away some of the flour still sticking to Buck’s temple.

And Buck pauses then, tilting his head into the touch without much thought it seems.

And there’s that small smile again - the one that crinkles his eyes and leaves an imprint in light and little else. “C’mon, birthday boy. Earth-shattering revelations are for after breakfast.” Eddie’s pretty sure Buck’s moving to get them to the living room, but he just can’t not, not after that confirmation - so he ducks in, stealing one sweet, butterfly laden kiss before pulling back again.

This time, Buck’s smile is in more than just his eyes.

It’s in his next kiss, too.

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I don't know if youre still taking them, but 75 or 63 (with Hopper as the presenter), would be amazing!

75. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing + 63. Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek // light smut/comfort // 1.5k // masterlist

a/n: this is self indulgent cuz im a huge queen fan lol. but it could fit if we ignore the ending of s3! live aid happened in early july in 1985 - queen performed and the later in the even freddie mercury sang a song w/ brian may. those two performances are mentioned but you don’t need to have seen them unless you just want to!

“This next song is only dedicated to beautiful people here tonight. It means all of you. Thank you for coming along, and making this a great occasion. 🎶 This thing, called love. I just can’t handle it -🎶”

“It’s the mustache isn’t it?”

Hopper’s voice cuts through the TV. You’re watching Queen’s performance at Live Aid.

“Shh!” you shush him harshly, you want to hear. This is the show you’ve been waiting for.

Your eyes are glued to the set, watching one of your favorite bands perform. You clap along, and sing to your favorite. Sure Hopper likes Queen, who doesn’t? And if he’s honest, he loves seeing your excitement and the smile on your face. He watches you as you sit together on the couch.

When it’s over, you wipe a tear from you eye, and he can’t help but smile at you getting emotional over a good song. He won’t deny the performance was powerful.

But now that’s it’s over, he’s got to tease you about it.

Just a little.

“So it’s the mustache isn’t it?”

“What about it?” you ask getting up from the couch. The next act is performing, but you’re not interested. “Yours or his?” you ask with a smirk.

“Is that why you like him? Or do you like mine cuz it reminds you of his?”

You almost drop your can of Coke on the floor at his question.

“What?” he laughs at your laughter.

“You seriously think that I’m dating you because of your mustache maybe reminds me of Freddie Mercury’s? Babe. Come on.”

You sit back down on the couch, and lay your feet in Hopper’s lap. You pop the coke tab, and take a long swig. A warm hand begins to massage your feet and rub up and down your calves. It’s a quiet comfortableness as you watch the next act on TV.

It was almost perfect, until the phone rings.

“I’ll get it,” he gently lifts your feet off his lap, and grunts as he gets up for the phone. “Yeah, Chief here,” he answers.

You don’t have to hear the other person to know something happened and Hopper needs to go in. You can tell from the look on his face alone. You sigh, and so does he. It was supposed to be a nice afternoon with just the two of you. A day off for you both finally. And if he’s getting called in, it’s bad news.

He hangs up the phone, and disappears into your room to change clothes. You get up too, and wait by the door for him. When he comes, he’s all dressed except for his hat, which you’ve got in your hands.

Before you put it on him, you look him in the eye. “Hop, be careful. Please.”

“I will baby,” he leans down to give you a chaste kiss. When the kiss breaks, you put the hat on his head. He gives a soft wink and leans down to you once more. This time he puts his cheek towards you lips, asking for a cheek kiss. With a laugh of course you oblige. He grins himself, and heads out the door.

Now you’re alone, which isn’t unusual when he’s working. But you weren’t planning on this. So you settle on the couch to watch more Live Aid. It’s an all day thing, so you might as well.

It’s hours before Hopper comes home. You’ve already eaten supper at this time of night. You made him a plate, and he’s too exhausted to even heat it back up. He sits at the table, and you rub his back while he eats.

“You ok?” you ask him. He’s very quiet, though you guess that’s expected from a long unexpected day at work.

“Tired,” is his short response. “Your boyfriend’s back on TV,” Hop points with his fork in the direction of the television. Freddie Mercury is singing a song now alone.

“Hop, are you jealous? Hmm?” you tease and kiss his cheek warmly. You throw your arms around his shoulders and hold him.

“Of his mustache? Maybe,” he muses and playfully smooths down his mustache, “But I’m the one who gets to take you home, so I guess I win.”

“Exactly,” you smile and kiss his cheek again.

“Hey,” Hop whispers and turns his head to capture your lips with his own. “Baby, you wanna feel this mustache?” he growls playfully.

“Hop, don’t ruin it,” you giggle and kiss him again. You cradle his cheeks in your hands, and you get a good look at his face when you pull away. He looks exhausted. Bags under his eyes, that deep crease is in between his brows. He’s got a slight smirk, but his lips are still in a line of stress. You kiss his forehead, and wrap your arms around his head. You pull him to your chest, and he sighs heavily.

He’s weary.

“That offer still stands about the mustache,” he murmurs into your chest.

“Baby, you’re exhausted.” As much as you would love to take him up on his offer, you’re not sure. Until a big hand slides up your leg and grabs a handful of your ass.

“You sure?” he asks. It dawns on you maybe he needs this, for a pleasant distraction. He tries not to take work home with him, and maybe, he needs to forget.

“You make a pretty convincing argument,” you gasp as he kneads his fingers into your flesh.

He stands, and he towers over you. His size making your knees weak. He starts to hum Crazy Little Thing Called Love, one of the songs Queen performed earlier, and he lifts you into his arms.

He undresses slowly, there’s no real urgency, and he’s still so tired.

“Hop, sit down,” you tell him once he’s undressed. He nods, and sits on the bed. You’re still dressed, and you let him help you. You come to stand between his spread legs, his strong thighs have you trapped.

He peels off your shirt, and all but shoves your shorts and underwear off your body. He saves your bra for last, he presses his lips (and mustache) to your sternum, as his hands move around to unclasp your bra. His eyes are closed, and on muscle memory, he glides his lips down your breast to find a nipple. A hand blazes the same trail to the other. Your knees buckle from the pleasure, but his other hand anticipates this, and rests firmly on your hip, then moves to wrap around your waist.

Hopper pleasures your chest for a while. Almost more than you can bear. He’s not even opened his eyes. Your hands claw at his back and tug at his hair, urging him on and he growls against your skin.

He slips a hand between your legs, and when he feels the slick, he knows you’re more than ready for him. Two strong hands grab your hips, and he maneuvers you onto his lap. Then he guides you down onto him, he’s aching for you. With a heavy groan, he shudders as you take him. You wrap your arms around his head for the second time that night, his face in your neck. You move up and down with the guidance from his hands. It’s not fast, it’s aching and slow, but such a good ache.

His thumb finds your center, and teases you. He works you over until you’re coming around him. When you sigh into his ear, he finds his release and groans into your neck. He looks up at you with a sleepy grin.

“Maybe tomorrow I can really use the mustache on you,” he whispers as if it’s an apology he didn’t do more.

“Maybe I do like his better,” you tease. Which earns you a love bite on your neck and some tickles to your ribs. You climb off his lap, and he falls back on the bed with a tired groan.

He adjusts himself to lay on his side of the bed. He gets on his back ready for you to join him to curl up under his arm. He won’t admit it, but post sex pillow talk is one of his favorite things.

You get ready for bed, and climb in next to him and you curl into your spot under his arm. You say something, but his only response is a “mhmm.” When you look, his eyes are closed. It’s mere seconds before he starts snoring.

You smile, and kiss his cheek, then his shoulder. You snuggle under the covers, a hint of pride hits you. You did exactly what you set out to do, you wore him out so he’d get some good sleep.

The next morning, you wake before him. When you wake, it stirs him awake.

“Good morning Chief,” you giggle and snuggle into him.

You see a look of confusion on his face, then realization hits him.

“What?” you ask seeing his range of emotions cross his face.

“Couldn’t remember why I was naked, then…” he smiles and flings the covers back. “I remembered I made you a promise.” He’s quick and pins you down, and his big hands go to spread your thighs. He’s gonna make sure you feel the mustache.

And oh do you feel it.

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summary: the one where you move in with tom, except you don’t know that you’re moving in

or: “i know you’re moving my stuff over here.” you hissed, your eyes shooting daggers at the boy sitting in front of you. +1.3k words

warnings: none! it’s just super fluffy hehe:)

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“come on y/n why won’t you just-just, move in with me already?” tom questioned, throwing his arms around in frustration.

and as much as you wanted to take your boyfriend seriously, you could hardly hold back your laughter as you mentally compared him to the blow ups in front of many car dealerships.

“besides, you basically already live with me. you live across the hall. you’re always here. hell y/n, you even bought another set of your skincare products so you didn’t have to keep dragging them back and forth from your place to mine.”

“exactly like you said tommy. i basically already live with you, so why go through the hassle of moving all my stuff when i can just walk across the hall and grab it when i need it?

“and say things go bad between us and we break-up. i doubt you would want me still living here, and homeless is the last thing i wanna be.” you finished, popping a grape into your mouth.

“you know i wouldn’t let things get bad between us. or let you be homeless.” tom grumbled, finally ending his(what seemed like endless) pacing and plopping down on the couch.

you set your grapes down on the counter beside you before making your way to tom.

“tom” you sighed “i know you won’t. i’m just-just not ready to sell my apartment. it was the first place I could call mine, it’s been with me longer than you have.” you teased, feeling accomplished when the small frown that was just on his face was now replaced with a smile.

“and when im ready to move, i’ll tell you the second that thought pops up in my mind.” you promised, turning around to face him, not missing the mischievous glint that lingered in his eyes.

“you know i love you, right?” you asked, placing a small kiss on his forehead.

“course i do baby.” he said, kissing you softly.

you couldn’t help but lean into his embrace, loving nothing more than being wrapped up in tom’s arms. 

you were pleasantly surprised when tom hadn’t mentioned you moving in. usually, he would ask you every other, if not every day to move in with him. it was nice not having a cloud of guilt surrounding you every time you shot him down.

you didn’t have any suspicions about tom trying to plan something to persuade you to move in either, something he normally did weekly.

you often wondered how you managed to put up with him.

that was until a few nights ago when you were at your boyfriends apartment, like how you were almost every night. you had gone into his closet to grab one of his hoodies, when you noticed something strange.

it was you black adidas hoodie you had been looking for for weeks. the last time you remembered seeing it was the night before your talk with tom.

however, you brushed it off quickly, not thinking much of it, assuming that you had left it here after one of your many nights with tom, it not being the first item you’ve managed to leave at his place.

two weeks after your encounter in tom’s closet, you had noticed more of your stuff starting to disappear, just like your hoodie did.

it started one night as you were getting ready for bed in your apartment, noticing that the fluffy grey throw blanket that was usually draped against the back of the couch was no longer there.

the next morning when you went to tom’s, there was your blanket, neatly folded on the foot of his bed. from that day on, you noticed more of your stuff magically appearing at his apartment, knowing for a fact you never brought any of stuff over like tom claimed you did.

because who would bring their toaster to their boyfriend’s and leave it there. 

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you woke up to your alarm, a small beam of light shining through your sheer white curtains. before starting the day, you turned the alarm on your phone off, and quickly glanced at the time.

6:49 A.M.

not wanting to risk falling back asleep, you reached over the side of your bed and to your night stand, reaching to turn your lamp on.

you let out a small huff of frustration as you missed the lamp string for what seemed like the millionth time, and turned around so you could see what you were pulling on, not wanting to waste more time.

you were shocked to find out that you never missed the lamp string, because the lamp wasn’t there at all.

it was then when you realized what tom had been doing.

you sprinted over to tom’s apartment, not bothering to put on shoes as you slammed the door behind you.

you made it to tom’s in less than ten seconds(after all, he did only live across the hall from you)and started pounding on his door.

“thomas stanley holland, open the door right now!” you shouted as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the neighbors.

“thomas i swear, if you don’t open this door in three seconds, i will cut your d-“

“jesus christ y/n. it’s not even seven. what’s so important that you couldn’t wait at a decent hour to come over.” he mumbled, sleepiness heavy in his voice.

and god, as mad at him as you were, you couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend in front of you.

he looked so pretty. grey sweats hanging low on his hips, his perfect abs on display. his curly har was a mess, thrown around in different directions, and you wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers in it. if you weren’t so mad at him, the two of you would’ve been making out on his couch right now.

but you remembered that you didn’t come to gawk at tom. you came to confront him.

you quickly pushed past him, grabbing his arm in the process and dragging him into the apartment.

“i know what you’re doing tom.” you stated, arms crossed against your chest.

“well would you mind telling me? cause i don’t.” he questioned, a confused look on his face.

“i know you’re moving my stuff over here.” you hissed, your eyes shooting daggers at the boy sitting in front of you.

the room went silent, no one dared to move.

“and well” you started, breaking the silence “i wish you would’ve told me so i could help.”

“why would i tell you that i was moving your stuff in? the plan was to move so much of your stuff here that by the time you noticed, you would’ve basically been moved in.” tom said, not understating what you were hinting at.

all it took was the roll of your eyes for tom to realized what had happened.

“wait! are you saying you wanna move in with me?” you swore he squealed like a little kid on christmas as he jumped off the couch and made his way in front of you.

“yeah you dork, i wanna move in with you.” you smiled softly, watching his face light up as the words left your mouth.

“you already have my toaster and my lamp. may as well have me too.”

before you could say anything else, tom quickly picked you up, peppering tiny kisses all over your face.

he set you down, placing one more kiss another kiss on your forehead, completely forgetting that it was barely seven a.m.

“welcome home baby.” tom said proudly, his smile as bright as the sun.

you couldn’t help but smile too, completely and utterly, head over heels in love with the boy standing beside you.

and it wasn’t until now that you truly understood the saying “home is where the heart is.” home wasn’t the apartment you stood in. or the one you had just moved out of. it wasn’t your childhood home, the one where so many memories were made. your heart wasn’t there.

you heart was with tom. and you knew then that he would forever be your home.

[the-fiction-witch]

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Y/N POV:

I woke, It was still dark, the sun only just rising above the trees in the park outside the window, 

“I told you to stop coming around here”

“Let me see her”

“No, I told you before get out!”

“Let me see her Please, she’s all I have please just let me see her”

“she’s safe here with me” 

“No she is not! shes safe at home, with me” 

“what is all this? why does it? your... You fucking BASTARD!”

“hey calm the fuck down!”

“YOU BASTARD! Let me see her let me see my wife!”

“shes not your wife anymore! shes forgotten who you are”

“Her condition...gives you no right to take advantage off her!”

“Im not taking advantage of her!”

“Ohh your not! look at everything you’ve done to her, she’s living in a dream a  memory your ticking her into believing!” 

“Im not tricking her into anything! that fact she choose to stay with me means m not lieing to her Im not tricking her”

“BECAUSE YOUR KEEPING HER A FUCKING PRISONER!......she needs to come home, just please let me see her, maybe she’ll remember me, she needs to come home thomas, to be with her family, to be with me, to be on her Real medication, you cant keep her like this”

“Why not! I love her more then you ever did! I care for her Im here when she needs me”

“I made a mistake that night, that doesn't give you the right to drug my wife off her head so much she forgets who she even is” 

“I was the one who was there...I was the one sat by her bed for months! I was there when she almost died night after fucking night! I was there when she woke up! and where the hell where you! off with that bitch of a mistress of yours, when she woke up she saw me, and knew I was the one taking care of her, that door is always unlocked from the inside, if she wants out, she can go whenever she wants”

“but she wont! not with you drugging her up every night and day! and tricking her brain, look at this, all of it, your doing it to force her into believing your her husband and you’ve always been with her, drugging her off her face and sleeping with her!”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah! explain the condoms then! your obviously having sex with her! in her condition! she doesn't even know who she is half the time let alone who you are! your just drugging her up and raping her!”

“I am not!, I’ve never done anything to her that she hasnt let me do”

“was she awake?....answer the fucking question thomas!”

“None of your fucking business what i do with my Wife!”

“Your wife! you stole her-”

“I didnt steal anything!”

“No...your right you didnt steal her, you kidnapped her, and your keeping her a slave to your own ends, you let her come home else Im getting the police involved”

I then heard a slam who where those people that where arguing? who was this girl they where so angry about? was ? was that me? thomas? was that my thomas? and who was the other man? the one sending me messages? was he the man who kept coming to the door? I laid back down in bed and pretended to be asleep as a door opened and i felt a hand soothing me 

“Hey, your not up yet are you sweetheart?...humm good, didnt want you to hear any of that” and I felt a little kiss on my cheek “umm sleepy girl today, thats good, get your rest little girl, daddy just needs a little fun before he gets back to sleep, okay” it seemed like thomas’ voice I think i wasn't to sure without seeing his face as hands moved my body a little hands ghosting my skin “humm better not be leaving any of these lying around...im sure we can go without, if I knock you up maybe we can pretend it was from before your little...accident” He smirks before I felt something enter my pussy fingers it hurt a little as something was being placed it quickly left and something else pushed inside “Uhh Oh yeah.... umm its tighter tonight sweetheart... I like it” he smirked as he slowly but surely fucked me it wasnt long until he was finished inside me “Ummm good girl, humm such sweet forbidden fruit, i cant help myself” He smirked kissing the exterior of my pussy till he laid down in bed with me “your my wife, and I love you very very much sweetheart, no need to fear he’ll give up soon enough, then it will be just you and me my love” he smirked kissing me before he turned away to sleep ...

I woke to the soft sounds of food cooking in the kitchen so I got up slipping on  my dressing gown and slippers and going out into the flat all the same all memories I recall a little bit but cant really place 

“aww good morning sweetheart” thomas smiled at me coming over and giving me a tight cuddle “you alright?” he asks and I just nod “good” he smiled kissing me “dont you remember what today is sweetheart?” he asks

“No?” I answer very puzzled

“aww really? you dont remember?” he asked and i just hake my head “its your birthday silly” he laughed giving me a little kiss “breakfast is cooking go on go have fun with your presents” he told me so I smiled giving him a little kiss before i sat at the sofa the table had a lot of little things on, dresses, and jewelry all manner of lovely things once I had opened them all I turned on the tv and watched a little of the news 

“and returning to our top story this Thursday morning, Police are now live issuing a statement on the accident” the reporter explained

“We beg for anyone to come forward with information on her whereabouts, after much investigation of the crime scene it was found she did not escape alone, nurses are still baffled by her disappearance her husband William aster is still leading the search with police to find her, the facts of the case are simple, after visiting a coffee shop with an unknown man on oxford street she processed outside onto the road where she was stuck by a on cumming bus, after being admitted to hospital she staied in a drug induced coma for six weeks after awakening the room was broken up and she disappeared, Police are looking for a man they believe may have broken her out of hospital, and some theorize it may be the same man she met the day of the accident, we urge anyone with knollegge of him or Mrs-” she explained but the tv was shut off

“Thomas! I was watching that!” I complain

“come on breakfast” He told me 

“yay!” i giggle running and hugging him “Umm  I love you” i giggle

“aww sweetheart, I love you too” he smiled giving me a little kiss “Come on breakfast” he told me so i happily sat down to breakfast eating it fairly fast “so...what does my sweetheart want to get up to today?” He asks me

“Maybe we could go out? for dinner or something” I suggest

“Maybe, might be a bit pricey you know what restaurants down here are like, how about a big fast food run then we go down the lake okay?” he suggests

“yay! can we go swimming?” I ask

“If you like to” he shrugs so I happily get up going and backing a bag, a nice swimsuit come clean clothes a towel, some a little blanket for us to sit on and got changed into my nice little dress 

“Thomas?” i ask him

“yeah ?” he asks from his bath

“wheres my phone?” i ask him

“Your what?” he asks very worried I heard him get out and he came around into our room in just a towel 

“My phone, I see yours? wheres mine?” I ask him

“Sweetheart it got broken in the accident remember” he told me

“Ohh...why didnt I get a new one?” I ask

“because, phones are expensive honey, in a few weeks okay, I’ll get you a new one I promise” He told me giving me a kiss 

“Okay” i smile hugging him tightly “Come on I wanna go down the lake” I giggle

“Okay okay, let me get some pants on sweetheart” He laughs 

KNOCK KNOCK!

“You stay here” He told me as he put some clothes on and went out into the flat half shutting the bedroom door i head the door open but it was silent I went outside and Thomas was gone I began to panic where is he? where did he go? as the door was forced open and a scruffy man was stood there it wasn't Thomas is was some strange man

“Oh thank god Darling” He smiled trying to hold me but I screamed and pushed him away “Darling? dont you remember me?” he asked

“THOMAS! I scream

“I told you to get out of my house!” Thomas shouted pulling the man away from me “what the hell do you think your doing!” he shouted holding me close to him as i cried in fear

“Maggie? darling please why cant you remember me?” this man asked

“Will I told you to get out!” Thomas told him

“Fine, but I know shes here and within the hour the police will too” the man told him before leaving

“We have to go” Thomas told me

“what?” i ask

“we have to go!” he answered rushing to our bedroom and throwing everything he could into suitcases

“Thomas whats going on?” I ask him

“Please y/n listen to me, that man is trying to hurt you, if you just trust me and do as I say i promise nothing bad will happen to you again” he told me

“again?” I ask

“Y/n please, just trust me” he pleaded

Part 4?