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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Keep Me Warm - F.W

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Fred Weasley X Fem Reader

Requested/About: Fred and Y/N move into their new flat, Fred soon realises that his neighbours are crushing on his girlfriend, Y/N. One evening, he's tired of having to explain that you're his, so he makes it clear in another way.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mention of eating, smoking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, jealous Fred, swearing.

Prompt 106: "Be careful" he warned you, fucking you faster "you know how bad I want to knock you up."

Prompt 117: "That's it, baby! Moan my name, tell me how good it feels as I fuck you!"

"That's the last box!" you beamed up at Fred, standing at the bottom of the stairs, excited to finally get settled into your flat.

Fred peered over the stairs and smiled at you, looking proud and accomplished; finally able to start a new chapter as a husband and wife.

"Shall we get everything unboxed?" he asked, his smile widening - turning into a grin.

"As long as we start with the bed first." You smirked.

The front door behind you opened, two young men walked through, they looked like brothers, they closed the door behind them and you could smell the tobacco on their clothes.

"Sorry!" you went bright red "I hope I'm not being too loud."

Fred walked down the stairs slowly, staring at the two brothers who were eyeing you up and down.

"Not at all" the man held out his hand "I'm Stewart."

"I'm Y/N" you smiled back, shaking hands with him "This is my husband, Fred."

Stewart raised his eyebrows, but still shook hands with his new neighbour.

"Husband? You look a little too young to be married."

Fred bit his tongue, he didn't judge them - yet they were already judging you. What did it matter to them if you were married or your age? It's none of their business.

"We've been together since high school" Fred interrupted "Been together ten years now."

Stewart nodded, then introduced his brother Steven who couldn't take his eyes off you, staring at your breasts and behind.

"It's lovely to meet you" he smiled, he then turned to face Fred "it's nice to meet you, Fred."

Fred quickly ushered you upstairs, refusing the offered help from the brothers who were eager to help you unpack. He carried the last box up the stairs, slammed the door with his foot and set the box on the floor, he looked slightly ticked off.

"You okay Freddie?" you asked softly, pulling out a vase from the box, placing it on the kitchen counter.

Fred grumbled and pulled out his wand, waving it, your furniture sliding across the room, the bed pulling together, the plates and dishes flying into the cabinets and your books speeding across the room, landing, and sitting comfortably on the bookshelf.

"Hey!" you frowned "you promised me no magic."

Fred walked towards you and planted a soft kiss on your head "sorry, love." he said softly "I'm just a bit pissed off, that's all."

You placed your hand against his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb "ignore them" you sighed "it's not like they're next door."

If only you knew, unfortunately, the brothers did live next door - and they couldn't help but spend the entire afternoon making a dessert pie for you - of course, they would express it being for both you and Fred, but that was bullshit, they didn't care about your husband.

"Ten years with the same guy, how miserable," Stewart said, pulling the pie out of the oven.

"Fred!" they heard you giggle through the walls "Give me that back!"

Steven looked at his brother and shrugged "I don't know, she sounds pretty happy to me."

"Well, she could do much better." Stewart grabbed a postcard with sunflowers standing up tall in the sun, he scribbled a note on the back.

"That I agree with." Steven laughed, he pulled out a cigarette "going out for a smoke, you coming?"

Stewart shook his head "I'm good, going to take this round."

Steven nodded, your laughter and Fred's broke through the walls, "I'll see you afterwards then."

Fred chased you around the room with the feather duster, trying to tickle you, you were starting to get out of breath and stopped in your tracks forming a 'T' with your two hands.

"Time out!" you wheezed "Time out!"

Fred lifted you into his arms, pecking kisses all over your neck "Time out? We were just getting started."

Before Fred could continue, a knock rapped at the door, Fred put you down and walked over to the door, looking through the peephole.

"Fuck sake" he mouthed.

You walked over and looked through the hole, Stewart stood there with the pie in the glass tray.

"Oh Freddie" you whispered "he's just being nice."

You pushed in front of Fred and opened the door, Stewart looked up and smiled at you, Fred stood behind you and didn't bother to hide his sour expression or glares.

"Hope you don't mind me bringing this for you both tonight" he smiled "Apple pie, hope you like it."

"I prefer my mums" Fred interrupted.

You rolled your eyes and took the pie from Stewart, inviting him inside and putting the kettle on, remembering to keep your wand inside your pocket. Cutting the pie into slices, you plated them up and set the three plates down on the table, sitting with your annoyed husband and eager neighbour.

"So how did you know which number?" you asked, taking a bit out of the delicious pie.

"We're next door actually!" Stewart beamed, this flat has been empty for months, seeing you move in made us realise someone finally decided to rent the place."

Fred gritted his teeth, he hated Stewart, he hated the pie, the fact that he was next door - he couldn't bring himself to engage in conversation, he couldn't anyway - Stewart was only interested in you.

The rest week didn't turn out how you expected since moving into your own place, Fred spent more time at work, and would be in the foulest mood when he came home, he couldn't stand being next door to a man who became infatuated with you, who was pushing his luck and went too far one evening which kickstarted the worst argument between you and your husband.

"Why does it matter?!" you yelled back, draining the bath of its water.

"Can't you understand?" Fred hissed "He's in love with you!"

"He's just being nice!" you picked up your towel, drying yourself before wrapping it around your body "You're never here anymore! You're always at work and when you come home you treat me like shit!"

"He's trying to fuck you!" Fred shut the bathroom door so you couldn't leave "I'm away from home because I can't stand him, I can't stand you getting close to him."

"Fred-"

"No, Y/N, I've tried and he just doesn't get it. He wants us to argue, he wants you all to himself!"

You rested against the tile wall, staring up at your husband as his soft hand pushed the stray hairs out of your face.

You realised that Fred was right - there was a reason Stewart only came to visit when Fred was working, why he showered you with kind desserts and sweet notes, and how his obsession with you had caused Fred to become so distant within the past few weeks.

You placed your index finger against your lips, shushing your husband "he'll be able to hear us" you whispered.

Fred nuzzled his nose into yours, kissing your neck softly, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"And I know he's listening," Fred whispered back.

You dropped the towel to the floor, exposing your naked body, Fred lifted you up into his arms, you wrapped your legs around him and giggled as he carried you into the bedroom, he sucked on your nipple softly, circling his tongue around it. You moaned out softly, he slowly lowered you onto the bed.

Fred pulled his mouth from your nipple, slowly planting wet kisses down your warm body, reaching your navel, he spread your legs and planted a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to moan out a little louder than you meant - Fred looked up at you and smirked.

"Don't be quiet now" he growled "I want them to hear you."

Fred slowly dragged his tongue over your clit teasingly, you looked down at his hard dick poking through his trousers.

"I want you, Freddie." you breathed staring at his hard-on "Please."

Fred licked his lips, pulling off his shirt, then unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his zipper. You tried to sit up but Fred pushed you back down, shaking his head, you stared at his cock poking through his boxers, he finally pulled them down and his erection slapped against his lower stomach.

Pulling in to kiss you passionately, Fred stroked his cock and pulled out the lube from the bedside table, pulling away to lather it on his cock, which he stroked against your pussy teasingly.

Fred sat on the end of the bed and summoned you over to him with his index and middle finger, you crawled over to him and sat down on him slowly, facing away from him, reverse cowgirl, but your feet were on the floor - you stared at your husband through the mirror.

His hands gripped onto your waist, his hard cock now pushing inside of you, your eyes closing shut and your jaw hanging open for a moment as you adjusted to his length and the feeling of him stretching you out.

Fred's left hand let go of your waist and gripped your hair, pulling you down as you leant forward. Grinding on your husband, his soft moans filled the bedroom - but he stopped you - he didn't want Stewart to hear how good you made him feel, he wanted to fuck you so hard that your moans had Fred's name all over it.

Your husband started to buck his hips faster, pounding into you, your moans and the slapping noises filling the bedroom and spilling into next door.

The feeling of him reaching deeper inside of you, his right hand on your waist and his left in your hair sent shivers down your spine, biting your lip you remembered what he said, and didn't stop yourself from moaning out loud.

"Fuck!" you panted heavily, watching Fred through the mirror "You feel so good, Freddie!"

Fred grunted, pushing you onto the floor, the palms of your hands resting against the wooden floor, now in doggy style, your husband pushed his cock deeper inside you, this position bringing you more pleasure.

"Fred!" you wailed "Fred!"

"That's it, baby! Moan my name, tell me how good it feels as I fuck you!" Fred panted, your walls tightening around him, his cock throbbing at the thought of Stewart knowing that you belonged to no one else but him.

"It feels so fucking good!" you wailed "You're so deep inside me!"

Your husband picked up speed, your palms and knees pressing deeper into the wooden floor, your juices coated Fred's cock, as did the lube, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

Fred continued to pant, his forehead and body covered in beads of sweat, the sight of your body and the sound of your moans, the feeling of your walls strangling his length pushed him closer to the edge; both of you were having the time of your life, and Stewart knew it.

Stewart sat in the kitchen, his face red, an expression flashed like he had been slapped in the face, he hated Fred, he hated that he was fucking you - owning your pussy - making you feel better than anyone else ever could.

Sensing that Fred was close, his cock throbbing inside of you, you pushed your arse out and spread your legs further so Fred could watch his juice throated cock fill you up. You could feel your climax reaching closer, the pressure in your tummy building up.

"Y/N" Fred groaned "You're so fucking tight-"

"I-I'm cumming!" You wailed, the pressure in your stomach bursting.

"Cum for me baby!" Fred yelled, so next door could hear.

Your cum flowed down Fred's length, he couldn't keep up much longer, and the sight of your pussy in this state was sending him over the edge.

"Be careful" he warned you, fucking you faster "you know how bad I want to knock you up."

You chewed on your lip, the pleasure increasing, your moans getting louder.

"Cum inside me" you begged "Please!"

Your begging pushed Fred to the edge, before he could pull out he released himself deep inside of you, filling you up.

“Don’t move” you breathed “keep me warm.”

Whilst you and your husband climbed down from your climax, Stewart had his head in his hands, feeling frustrated that his plan didn't work out. Luckily for you, this was enough to send him packing.

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concubuck · 2 years

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Who wants to see pictures of the crappy apartment that Alastor lives in???

As you look at these, you’re going to think to yourself: “this is Alastor’s place? I barely see any hints of his personality at all.” And my answer to that is: “Yes. Exactly.”

After becoming a succubus, Alastor got a place as fast as he could without any care for what it was like, just because he NEEDED one; and he told himself “I will not get attached to this place as a home, because if I set down roots and get comfortable, it will take that much harder for me to put in the work to get a promotion that will let me be something other than a succubus.”

So he hasn’t done anything to make his apartment feel like a home, and he hasn’t taken care of it like it’s a place he wants to live in—and he’s made himself very, very uncomfortable.

Let’s go on a tour!

Overview

Front door (on the bottom right) leads straight into bedroom—you have to go through his bedroom to reach the bathroom or kitchen. This is by design. Bedroom is a “public” space—not private, not his. He brings home drunk partners from bars to sleep with when he’s got nowhere else to go with them. (Always uses magic to hide the route to his home, and almost always is in disguise when he’s taking someone home; so the few partners he’s taken to his apartment don’t know where it is AND don’t know that it’s the Radio Demon’s apartment.)

Bedroom

Camming & computer desk. When he’s blogging and NOT out in public, he’s right here. I haven’t shown much of his camming on the blog, but this is where he’s sitting when he took this picture, and this picture (although I hadn’t settled on a chair design yet in that pic), and it’s where he records his stupid cheap OnlyFangs audio/video/calls. This is also where he is almost any time you see him at a desk, like here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

Two of the objects in the room are substitutes/stand-ins for objects Alastor actually owns. The little cat-shaped radio represents Radio, Alastor’s living radio familiar, and the doll on the desk represents the doll that Cal gave him.

“Alastor’s apartment can’t be THAT bad, it’s got those nice pretty leaves and the big hearts—” yeah the only reason they’re up there is BECAUSE Alastor thinks people will think it’s nice and pretty. He thinks the heart decals are stupid, he put them up because he thinks People Who Like Fucking might think it’s idk sexy or something??? The plant curtain is to make the place look Nice (?). The plant almost actually reflects a little bit of Alastor’s real personality—except it’s plastic.

He has pictures on his bed (before I’d designed his room at all) here, (before I’d finalized the design) here, and (after I’d finalized the design) here.

“Why’s there a pot on the pillow?” it’s still there from when he spent all of June having morning sickness. He just stayed in bed a couple weeks. The pot was there if he got sick.

Most of the screenshots I have show the bed looking normal, but actually right now he threw away the mattress, so it looks like this.

He doesn’t have real storage furniture—just luggage. Trunks, suitcases, boxes, crates. Psychologically he’s just waiting until he can move out.

The floor is nasty.

Kitchen

A month or two ago he threw out ALL the food in his kitchen and hasn’t replaced it, so it looks a lot more barren. Except the booze and dirty dishes. The booze and dirty dishes are still there. And the grime.

He doesn’t cook or use those nice hanging herbs. He DOES use the coffee.

Tends to buy groceries and go “I’ll put them up later” and leave them in the bag until they expire.

He doesn’t actually remember the last time he ate at his kitchen table. He’s never had a guest here while sober enough to remember it.

He keeps sexy art all over his home to remind himself of what other people think “sexy” looks like so he can copy it when he shapeshifts.

Only the cardboard deer head makes him happy. It’s cardboard though. Cheap and disposable.

Living Room

He doesn’t use his ironing board for ironing; he usually just mixes drinks on it. (I meant to put a couple bottles on it.)

Curtains on all the windows; he REALLY likes exhibitionism, but he doesn’t want people to spot him through a window and learn where he lives, so he mostly restrains himself and only jerks off in the window when he’s shapeshifted.

If he’s in his apartment and he’s not sleeping, washing off his last screw, or promoting himself on OnlyFangs & voxblr, he’s sitting here and drinking. He doesn’t like being in his apartment.

He throws garbage behind his couch and goes “I’m just keeping it out of the way for now, i’ll take it out later” and then he doesn’t.

His couch can be seen here, here, here, and here. When he takes pictures on his couch he’s careful to hide how ratty it is. (It was like that when he got it. He’s not going to pick up a GOOD couch for a disposable apartment he wants to leave as fast as possible.)

Right now he’s sleeping on his couch instead of his bed.

More “this is what sexy looks like” art around his vanity.

He does makeup and shapeshifting for his photography at the vanity, and also keeps track of his paperwork. And gives himself dead-eyed soulless stares while he wonders where it all went wrong.

He writes at this desk. No proper chair. (You can’t tell from this picture but his pizza is lying on a page of notes about high-level medieval alchemy.)

Photo Studio

He’s taken over half of what would otherwise be his living room space with a space for him to take photos for OnlyFangs. He loathes this space. Photos taken in this studio seen (before I put together a consistent background) here, here, here, here, here, here, (first one) here, here, here, here; and (after I put together a background) here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

He doesn’t have a camera tripod for this studio, he just stacks it on a bunch of books and and an old box wine.

He uses this microphone when he records himself singing something for OnlyFangs. It brings him a little happiness. He doesn’t get to use it often.

Bathroom

Covered in mirrors because Narcissus here likes staring at himself and occasionally the partners he brings back will screw him in the bathroom. (Neither his bathroom nor his bedroom are his “private” spaces; they’re places where visitors might fuck him, and therefore they’re public/professional spaces.)

Two doors meet at a corner here. The left door leads back into the living room near the photo studio. The right door leads into his bedroom; you can’t see that door from his bedroom because it’s hidden by the curtain behind his desk.

He spends a lot of time showering. He got the deer on his shelf on one of his first trips to Earth.

Occasionally he takes selfies at his bathroom mirror like here and here.

“What’s that big crack in the mirror?” It’s rage and angst, that’s what.

And there’s the grand tour of the soulless dirty beige pit Alastor’s been emotionally trapped in for the last three and a half years!

#art #ooc

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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I told you you'd do great. (Moreau x GN!Reader)

Summary: The reader finds a baby in the village whos family was killed by lycans and takes it home with them and Moreau to give it a new home.

(This is the story that was requested and I accidentally deleted it. I hope the og anon finds this.) TW: Mentions of gore, violence, and death.

The door to Moreau's shack had been broken for weeks now. You had spent a lot of time and energy trying to fix it yourself, but had to give up as your frustration grew too overwhelming. With no where else to go, you had to result to asking, nearly begging, for assistance from the only person who you knew could help: Karl Heisenberg. He refused at first, claiming he didn't have enough time to be everyone's handyman. But, you had annoyed him enough for him to agree to build you a completely new door if you were able to gather the supplies.

So, that's what you were doing today. You were trekking through the woods from the reservoir to the village, hoping to gather enough spare wood for Heisenberg to build a new door for the shack you lived in along side Moreau. You've been pushing a wheelbarrow for what feels like forever, hoping it could aid in carrying your gathered wood back to the factory where Heisenberg stayed. You want to give up and give your sore arms a break, but the village is so close that you can't just take a break. Plus, there had been a lycan attack last night. They managed to wipe out what little population was left of the village, so the journey isn't a very safe one. You had a shotgun on your back which you barely knew how to use, but kept close just in case.

Finally, you made it to the village which was now a ghost town. You let go of the wheel barrow and sat down on the ground to rest. Your period of recovery didn't last long you heard a growling noise grow closer. Even though the lycans had massacred every last soul in the villiage the night before, a few decided to stay in the are. And now, they were all eyes on you. One was on a roof while two others began to approach you from the left. You scatter to your feet and run towards a house with a gaping door, hoping you'll have enough time to prepare your gun.

You get inside the house and shut the door. The inside of the house was a wreck. Broken glass covered the floor along with flipped furniture and blood splatters all over the walls, floors, and even ceiling. It was a horrific sight that only caused your adrenaline to rush more. The door began to shake and you could see them from outside the window. You rush to the room farthest in the back and lock the door behind you.

It was a bedroom. And inside you could hear the muffled sounds of crying. You shake your head, thinking that you're hearing things in your panicked state. But the crying never ceased. Instead, it grew louder. "How can there be any sign of life here?" you think as you tremble, attempting to hold your gun straight. "Where is it? What is it? A baby? How? Where?", these questions flooded your brain. The crying grew louder as you looked around, still no baby in sight.

Then, you saw something. A piece of paper on the floor, slightly wedged between a loose wooden floor board.

"Please, for the love of Mother Miranda, if anyone is to find my sweet Daniel, care for him. Keep him safe."

- it read. You looked at the loose floor boards from which the paper came from. "It's in the floor", you think. Suddenly, your own thoughts are silenced by the banging of the bedroom door. A grey and grotesque hand managed to forces it's way through the wood, clawing mercilessly as the horrific growls of the lycans fill the room. You grab the gun and stick it through the new hole, pulling the trigger. The hand recedes from the hole and a new one takes its place. This time, one of the beasts sticks its disgusting face through the gap. You cock the gun and pull the trigger once more, blowing bits of the lycans face in all directions before it's lifeless body falls on top of the previous one. The last one is only angrier now, pulling at the hole and causing it to grow. High on adrenaline, you don't budge from where you're standing as you prep your gun and shoot at the beast once more.

After the last gunshot, the only noise in the room is the crying from under the floor that had now turned into screams. You gather your thoughts and focus once more on the loose floor boards. You stick your fingers in the gap of one of the wooden plants, pulling it from the floor easily. You do that to a few more before the screaming child is revealed to you. There was a secret hole under the floor that the wooden planks covered which is where the baby was placed, wrapped up in a blue blanket. You can only imagine the fear and heart break the person must have felt as they saw their baby's face for the last time before hiding it underneath the wooden floors.

You hold the crying baby close, rocking it gently and attempting to make soothing sounds in hopes to calm the both of you down. There's no telling how many more lycans may be roaming the village, so you understand that you don't have time to waste. You hold the baby close to your chest and make a run for it towards the reservoir, leaving the original mission of gathering supplies behind.

You made it back to the resevoir with no other lycan encounters. Your running had caused the baby to continue to cry on the way though. When you were close enough to Moreaus shack for him to hear it in the distance, he staired out the window. He was shocked and confused to see you so panicked with a crying baby in your arms. "What happened?! Who's baby is that?!", he rushes out of the building towards you. "I'm not sure. His name is Daniel, I think, and his family had hidden him under the floor during the lycan attack last night. I saved him and had to kill some lycans and...", you stopped to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. "Moreau we have to help him.", you hold the crying child close, rocking it gently. Its crying grew quieter, but didn't stop. You looked over to Moreau. His hands were on his head and he was stunned.

"N-no! I-I-I-I can't! I can't take care of a child!", he blurts out. "We'll do it. We'll do it together.", you put a hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him down. "I'll scare it! It'll hate me!", he grew more and more panicked. "Sal, please calm down love. Here' hold it.", you begin to hand the baby to him. He steps back. "I can't!" "I won't be able to do this on my own. We're this babies only hope. Heisenberg and Donna won't be able to handle it and Alcina wouldn't want to raise a boy." He knew you were right and couldn't argue. "I don't have anything to help! No food and and an- no baby clothes!", he says. "I'm sure the Duke will have something. He's got everything! And he's never hard to find. I'm sure if I left now to go look for him, I wouldn't be gone for 10 minutes and I'd come back with everything the baby needs and more!" He grew silent as he anxiously fiddled with his hands. "Here, you take the baby while I go looking for the Duke. I won't be long. You'll do great.", you begin to hand the baby to him again.

He turns around. "I don't want it to see me, (Y/N)!", he refuses. "Fine.", you sigh. "I'll set him down on the couch. You can watch him and make sure he doesn't fall while I'm gone.", you place the baby on the couch and give Moreau a kiss on his head. "You'll do great, honey. I won't be long.", you give him one last kiss before leaving. He was left alone with the baby who was now crying loudly, wiggling on the couch.

"Please don't cry! Please calm down! I-it's okay!", he quickly makes his way over to the baby, unsure of what to do. "Please..calm down..", he gently places a hand on it's stomach. It grips onto one of his fingers and pulls it closer. It's crying quits down into whimpers. "Are you okay?", he begins to wiggle his finger that the baby is gripping onto. It responds with a giggle that brightens up the room. Moreau's heart is left fluttering with excitement. He smiles and wiggles his finger more. The baby lets go and claps in excitement. Moeau begins to laugh to, excited by the fact he was able to make the baby laugh.

The baby began to wiggle and rock, attempting to move. Moreau watched it, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, the baby put all of the power in it's little body into rocking it's body to the side, attempting to roll over onto it's stomach. Instead, it began to roll off the couch. Moreau screams as he grabs the baby before it hits the ground. "You can't do that! You're gonna get hurt! (Y/N) will be so mad if something happens to you!", he held the baby close to his chest, cradling it in his arms protectively. A smile stretched across its face. He reached a hand up and began to tug at Moreau's hood. He looked down at it, confused on why it wasn't screaming at the sight of him. 'Are you.. not afraid of me?", he put his hands under the babies arms and lifted it up to where it can see him face to face. It continued to smile and reach for him. Tears began to form in his eyes. This innocent little life viewed him as a friend, not a monster.

You returned home from visiting the Duke. Just as you suspected, he provided you with a large selection of baby essentials. Formula, clothes, diapers, and even a few toys. You pushed open the broken door and gaze upon the sight in front of you. Moreau was holding the baby in front of his face. Tears of joy slowly washed over his face as the baby giggled. "I told you you'd do great.", you smiled.

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Our Place- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Okay so we got Tom Holland x reader domestic moments. But can we possibly get Harrison Osterfield domestic moments...?????👉👈

Prompt: You and Harrison buy a house together, much to the other boys’ dismay.

Word Count: 5700

Warnings: some sexual jokes/themes, swearing, Harrison lowkey being a bad driver, this is as fluffy as cotton candy

Masterlist Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Pic is not mine*

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“I can’t believe you’re actually leaving us.” Tom huffed as he picked up one end of the bed frame.

“We won’t even be that far away.” Harrison laughed, holding up the other end and helping him move it out of the room.

“Sorry, Tom, I’m stealing him.” You smiled innocently as you watched Harrison slowly walk the frame backwards down the staircase.

“I don’t get it. You stay here almost every night.” Tom pointed out to you.

“It was my idea.” Your boyfriend piped up as you opened the door for them.

“Yeah, so don’t blame me.” You added. Harrison blew you a kiss while he passed you, walking the bed frame outside with Tom. You shut the front door behind them and returned to Harrison’s room- well, technically his former room.

You and Harrison had been together for three years, and every moment you spent with him was incredible, he was incredible. For the past several months, you spent a lot of your time at his place. Part of it was that the other boys were far more enjoyable to be around than your actual roommates. So when he realized your apartment lease was expiring soon, he asked you to move in with him. Of course, you said yes, but then he started looking at apartments and even houses, somewhere for you two to call home, the perfect Osterfield-Y/L/N residence. You went out a couple of times to look at some open houses together, but nothing seemed right. Just a week before your lease ended (so last week), Harrison found the perfect house for the two of you and you both managed to sign the lease. Today was the big moving day. You had brought all of the stuff from your apartment already to the new place (since your apartment was already furnished when you got it and couldn’t take a lot of the things), so now it was time to move all of Harrison’s stuff out.

“How’s the dresser coming?” Harry asked, stepping into Harrison’s room to grab the nightstand.

“He’s got so many clothes, it’s unbelievable.” You joked, even though a portion of the clothes in the dresser were yours, as you put the last drawer of his clothes into a box.

“Dresser, ready?” Sam came into the room next and Harry nodded.

“You two got it?” You asked, looking at them skeptically as they picked up the heavy, tall dresser.

“Yeah, definitely.” The curly haired twin reassured you. They barely made it out of the room before pausing.

“Right, so Tom and Haz got the dresser.” Sam said, stepping back into the room.

“I won’t say no to a good gun show.” You laughed.

“What? Were we not good enough?” Harry looked at you in faux offense while his twin jokingly flexed his guns.

“Grab the nightstands.” You instructed before picking up the box of clothes and making your way out of the room with the twins following you. You three met Tuwaine at the bottom of the stairs as he held a box of Harrison’s kitchenware labeled ‘fragile’.

“Look, we can all go together.” Tuwaine let out a laugh. You opened the front door and made your way outside, leading the other three boys on the sidewalk to your new house.

Oh yeah, that perfect house Harrison found? Well, it was literally three houses over, so it made the move easier. You did feel a little bad for the neighbors stuck in between, knowing that the boys would get up to some sort of chaos involving the neighborhood now and not just their house.

“Hey, stranger.” Harrison greeted you at the doorstep of your new home.

“You two get to bring over the dresser.” You informed him and he gave you a short but sweet kiss before he and Tom left for another round of moving furniture.

“How much more stuff does he have?” Sam let out a whine as he and Harry continued following you to the master bedroom, Tuwaine ducking out to the kitchen with his box.

“Well, there’s probably four or five boxes left from his room and then there’s the mattress, bookcase, desk, and TV that we need to get.” You explained, mentally going back to his bedroom. You smiled to yourself as you saw his bed frame (though it didn’t have the mattress there yet) pushed up against the wall, right underneath the window. You were really moving in with Harrison. This was real.

“Then we have to build stuff.” Harry added, putting down the nightstand beside the bed frame. “What time was Paddy supposed to come help?”

“He was supposed to come?” His twin asked with raised eyebrows, setting down the nightstand next to the bed. “I knew he was faking sick.”

“Well, he’s not here, so let’s just keep moving.” You laughed at them, both of them suddenly offended that their younger brother had dipped out on helping today. Honestly, you were just appreciative of the fact that they were all helping; it moved the process along a lot faster than if it was just you and Harrison. “Now, come on, we’ve still got more to bring over.”

A few more trips down and the six of you took a short lunch break in the boys’ kitchen (since you didn’t really have a table or food at your new place). After that, it was time for you all to start building and unpacking things.

“What kind of instructions are these?” Harrison questioned, looking between the paper and the disassembled entertainment center in front of him.

“We don’t need those. It’s just a matching game.” Tom insisted, picking up a couple pieces of wood and trying to see how they fit together. “I was a carpenter, I know how to do this.”

“I don’t think you do.” You shook your head at him as your boyfriend handed you the instructions.

“Y/N, do you want us to set up the table?” Harry asked and you nodded.

“If you don’t mind, that and the chairs. It’d be nice to have somewhere to sit.” You laughed.

“Got it.” He replied, heading to the other room with Tuwaine and Sam to step up the dining table.

“Okay, so I think this goes first.” You started to help Harrison and Tom with the entertainment center, understanding the confusing instructions (for the most part).

“I am Thor, the mighty God of thunder.” Tom did his best Chris Hemsworth impression, swinging the regular hammer in his hands. You and your boyfriend just looked at each other and sighed, maybe giving Tom a weapon was a bad idea. It was definitely a bad idea as he tried to hammer in a nail and hit Harrison’s thumb instead.

“Hey, don’t go for the thumb, dumbass!” He shouted.

“This is going to be a long day.” You laughed.

“Kiss it and make it better?” Harrison held out his red thumb to you. You rolled your eyes at him before planting a kiss to his finger.

By the end of the day, your house was coming together. The living room was set up with a tv, entertainment center, coffee table, couch, and armchair; the kitchen still needed some unpacking to be done, but at least the silverware, plates, bowls, and cups were put away; the dining room had a proper table in it, complete with a few chairs; the spare room, which you had both decided to just make it an office and use it for storage, had the desk in it and a few random boxes; and your bedroom had, well, the bed and a dresser, a couple nightstands, and a bookcase. There were no decorations up yet, but it definitely felt like home now and you couldn’t be happier.

“What time is it?” You groaned, trying to hide your face further in Harrison’s neck the next morning, hoping it’d drown out the bright sun rays streaming into the bedroom.

“Too early.” He whined, eyes still shut tight as his hand caressed your back lightly.

“We need blinds. Add that to the list.” Your voice was muffled by shoulder, but he let out a laugh and you knew he’d heard you. You lifted your head up to look at your boyfriend and he blinked his eyes open to see you, both of you still hazy from sleep.

“Well, at least we know our room gets sunlight.” He laughed and leaned in to give you a kiss. When he pulled away from the kiss, his sleepy blue eyes looking into yours, “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Muffins?” You suggested, thinking a poppyseed muffin sounded pretty good.

“I don’t think we have muffin tins.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Shit, wait, we don’t have any food here.” You both let out matching groans; yesterday, you’d been so caught up in just moving furniture and essentials in that you forgot about the biggest essential- food. Besides like a few snacks and some cooking things, like flour and spices, your kitchen was empty.

“So, we’re going out for breakfast.” You laughed.

“Better get cleaned up then because I’m hungry.” Harrison let out a loud sigh followed by a yawn as you two got out of bed.

“After breakfast, guess we’re going grocery shopping?” You offered with a laugh, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. You pulled up your notes tab, adding “blinds/curtains” to your list of things to buy. Furnishing a house was decently expensive, and it seemed like a good amount of things neither of you thought of until you needed them.

“Or we could go to the store to get the blinds and whatever else we need, and then go grocery shopping last? So nothing perishes?” He suggested, grabbing a couple towels from the linen cabinet and putting them on the hooks near the shower.

“That’s true.” You nodded, making a mental note of that.

“We need bath rugs.” He stated as he turned on the shower, letting the water warm up. You added it to your list- neither of you had really brought much in the way of bathroom supplies. You felt Harrison wrap his arms around your waist and he started to kiss the sweet spot on your neck gently. You laughed lightly as you felt him begin to leave a hickey.

“Get off me, you leech. I just got rid of that giant one from last week.” You elbowed him a little, feeling him start to suck harder.

“Exactly why I’ve got to leave another one.” He replied, lifting his head off your neck to present you with his work. He smiled like a little kid showing off his painting.

“Time to test out the new shower?” You teased and he hummed in agreement.

“Gotta make sure we didn’t waste our money on this place.” He joked. You set your phone back down on the counter and followed him into the shower to “test” it out.

~~~

“How’s your muffin?” Harrison asked before eating his own muffin while stopped at a red light. Neither of you really wanted to stop and eat breakfast in public, so eating while he was driving to your first store of the day was completely safe, right?

“Delicious.” You smiled, holding it out for him to take a bite. As he did so, the light turned green and he started to go, lightly pushing away your hand while he chewed, crumbs tumbling everywhere. “This poor BMW’s getting so mistreated.”

“I’ll vacuum it out.” He replied through a mouthful of your muffin.

“Damn it, we need a vacuum.” You sighed, grabbing out your phone again to add that to the list.

“That was an amazing muffin.” He smiled once he had finished eating that bite.

“Let me try yours.” He held it out to you, not really looking at his hand nor his muffin as he tried to focus on driving- luckily it was just a straight line. You took a bite out of it before he ate some more himself. You did a quick chef’s kiss, he had a good muffin, too.

By the time you two got to the store, you’d both finished your breakfasts and walked hand-in-hand towards the entrance. Harrison started making a beeline to his favorite shoe store right next to it, but you tugged him back.

“We need home improvement stuff, not shoes.” You teased him.

“But they’ll improve our home.” He insisted with a small whine, even though he knew he didn’t need more shoes. That boy had more pairs of shoes than you did; the shoe rack you two had bought only fit his shoes (so he bought a second one for yours).

You made your way into the store, seeking out the items on your list. Harrison grabbed a cart and pushed it with one hand, his other still holding onto yours, while your free hand held your phone so you could view your list.

“We need a vacuum.” You pointed over to the aisle that had the cleaning supplies and the two of you made your way over there.

“Are we going for the cheapest vacuum? I don’t really know a good vacuum.” Harrison admitted, leaning on the cart as you both eyed the selection in front of you.

“We had this one at my old place. It worked well.” You said, pointing to a grey and purple vacuum.

“I honestly can’t tell you if the boys and I even owned a vacuum. I think we just borrowed from Tom’s mum.” He laughed sheepishly.

“You did because I’ve used it.” You shook your head at him, “So this one?”

“Yeah, easy enough.” He nodded, grabbing the box and setting it in the cart.

“And we need a lamp.” You said, nodding over to the lamps the next aisle over.

“For what?” He asked.

“The living room.” You replied and a look of recognition crossed his face.

“Right. The lighting’s shit in there.” He followed you over to the lamps.

After picking out a lamp that looked like it would go nice enough in your living room, you two went off to the kitchen section. You searched for a muffin tin while he looked for a paper towel holder one aisle over. You smiled happily when you found a pack of a few muffin tins (ya know, in case you feel like making several batches). As you made your way around the corner, you heard Harrison laughing down the other aisle; it almost sounded like he was uncomfortable. You made your way into the aisle and saw that there was another girl down there with him. You refrained from laughing as she was obviously trying to flirt with your poor boyfriend who just wanted to find a paper towel holder.

“Got the muffin tin. Did you get the holder, baby?” You announced your presence, putting the pack of tins in the cart and casually slipping your arm around his waist. Harrison knew exactly what you meant by calling him ‘baby’, the pet name reserved for when you’re jealous or trying to get something out of him.

“Yep, does this work, sweetheart?” He asked, picking up the holder that was in the cart. ‘Sweetheart’ was his pet name, turned codename, for when he was jealous or just trying to match your jealousy’. The other girl slowly left the aisle without another word and he laughed lightly, lowering his voice, “Baby? Were you jealous?”

“Nope. I had to establish my dominance and rescue you from that somehow.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling up at him.

“My hero.” He laughed, leaning down to kiss you. You two continued your journey to find more items from your list. Just as you both were passing by the decor section, something caught your eye.

“This is so cheesy, but really cute.” You pointed out, pulling him over to it. It was one of those large world map shaped cork boards that you could pin a picture to, showing all your different travels together. Considering you two had traveled to several different countries together, it’d be cute to have it.

“Wanna get it?” Harrison asked, picking it up off the shelf as you two inspected it some more.

“Do you think it’d go well in the living room?” You inquired, trying to picture where you could put it.

“Or our room.” He added, setting it in the cart. As you two looked through some more decorations, he said definitively, “Next year, I’m taking you to Paris.”

“I don’t even get a say in where we’ll go?” You teased, looking over at him as he held up an artsy framed photograph of the Eiffel Tower.

“Are you going to say no to Paris? Think of all the croissants we could eat.”

“They’d kick us out because you’d eat all of them.” You laughed, poking him in the stomach before looking at some more wall art.

“We should get a houseplant.” He suggested as he put the Paris picture back.

“I feel like we’d kill it.”

“We definitely would, but at least we can say we tried.”

Over an hour later, you two had basically everything needed for your new home together, including a houseplant that would probably be dead in a week. You’d bought enough stuff that his car was too full to fit any groceries, meaning you had to make a pitstop back home and unload everything- plus Harrison had stopped at his shoe store and bought another pair because “they were on sale!”.

“What playlist are you on?” You asked as you two got settled back in his car, ready to go out to the grocery store after having unloaded all the stuff from your previous trip. You were starting to grow bored of the random playlist he’d left his phone on, a.k.a. the music that was basically your radio for the car ride.

“I don’t know.” Harrison shrugged, taking out his phone and handing it over to you. You took his phone, replacing it with your hand, intertwining your fingers together. As he started to drive, he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. You laughed as you saw his lock screen- it was a picture of the two of you from over two years ago when you both were bored, taking the ugliest selfies possible. You were cross eyed, sticking your tongue out while squeezing his cheeks together while he made a ridiculous duck face. It was a joke picture, meant for just the two of you, and even if you knew he hadn’t changed it in ages, it still meant a lot to you to see it.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, looking over at you briefly with a smile.

“Your lock screen.” You answered, unlocking his phone and pulling up Spotify to change playlists.

“I need to change it.”

“Why? It’s cute.” You laughed at the outdated photo as you scrolled through the music selection.

“Because you don’t have me as your lock screen.” He said teasingly.

“Not true!” You protested, even though you both knew your lock screen wasn’t him. It was a photo of Monty, smiling at your camera. Technically, Harrison was in it; it was just his hand though. You didn’t purposefully cut him out of the picture, he was just there to keep his dog still. Besides, before that it was a picture of Harrison getting licked in the face by Monty and that was your lock screen for over a year. In your defense though, your current home screen was a picture of the two of you watching the sunset on a beach in Atlanta that Harry had taken. You were tucked into his lap, your head nestled back on his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours. Your faces were obscured since the photo was taken from behind, but you knew both of you were smiling in pure happiness.

“Let me see it then. The photo of Monty doesn’t count.” Damn, he knew your phone too well.

“You’re driving.” You said, moving your phone away from the center console before he could attempt at grabbing it. You found your favorite playlist, appropriately titled “Music That Makes Me Cringe But Y/N Likes Them- Don’t Play This One, I’m Begging You Sweetheart”, and looked through to find a good song to start it on.

“Don’t even-” Harrison started, knowing that look on your face, knowing you’d gone onto that playlist. You smirked, clicking on a song title, hearing the familiar 80’s techno tune begin. He let out a groan, but, as much as he pretended to hate the playlist, you knew he loved it.

“We’re not strangers to love, you know the rules and so do I, a full commitment that’s what I’m thinking of,” You sang along to the famous Rick Astley song.

“Yeah, a full commitment of living with you now.” He teased.

“C’mon, Haz,” You laughed as the song got to the chorus.

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you,” You both sang along to the cheesy song.

“Can’t believe you rickrolled me.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“You knew it was coming.” You picked up your intertwined hands and kissed the back of his hand.

“You’re not allowed to play that song at our wedding.”

“Oh, we’re getting married now? I don’t see a ring.” You jokingly inspected your left hand.

“I can change that if you want me to.” He laughed, but you knew he was still serious. You two had talked about marriage, but agreed to wait until you were a little older, a little more settled into your careers- that didn’t stop either of you from those jokes.

“You ready for the next song?” You smirked as you looked at the queue.

“If you play-” He started, looking over at you since he was now stopped at a red light.

“Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” You sang along passionately to the song as it started, and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“This is what I signed up to live with?” He laughed and you pouted.

“You’re acting like you haven’t put up with me for three years.” You teased. His eyes flickered back to the light, making sure it was still red before leaning over the console to kiss you. It was cut short by the car behind you honking, signaling to the two of you that the light was definitely green now. As Harrison continued to drive, you went back to your phone, trying to discreetly change your background to prove that it was him and not just Monty. Really, your lock screen was his fault because he was the one with the insanely cute dog. You had a lot of pictures of your boyfriend (naturally, he was so photogenic) so it was hard to find just one to use- another reason why it easier to just use an adorable photo of Monty.

You came across one specific picture that you loved from Halloween last year when you two dressed up as Brad and Angelina in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You were in the elevator of some hotel in New York (you weren’t even sure why you were there) and you two were doing the back-to-back serious pose as he took the picture via the floor length mirror. You two were both half drunk so it didn’t come out as impressive as when Brad and Angelina did the pose, but it was still one of your favorites photos. Just as you were fitting it to your background, Harrison spoke up, “You’re changing it, aren’t you?”

“Eyes on the road, mister!” You exclaimed and he just laughed at you.

“Leave it as Monty, I know how much you love that picture of my hand.” He said, stopping at another red light.

“You have very nice hands, but I changed it anyway.” You turned your phone to show him your new lock screen and he nodded approvingly.

“Ah yes, drunk assassins.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can you play “My Girl”?”

“I’ll never say no to The Temptations.” You laughed, starting the classic song from his phone. You both danced along to the smooth beat of the song (you more so than him because he was driving still).

“I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day, when it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May, well I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way?” You both sang the beginning of the song. Harrison leaned over closer to you, doing his best to balance between singing to you and being a good driver.

“My girl, my girl, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” He nodded his head along to the beat, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“You cheeseball,” You teased while he kept singing the song. “This one’s our wedding song.”

“Of course it is. Were you questioning that?” He joked. You pulled out your phone, deciding to film him continuing to sing the song.

“I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame,” He sent a look over to the camera as you stifled a laugh, “I’ve got all the riches, baby, one man can claim. I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” He blew a kiss at the camera and you stopped the video. You laughed as you saved it, posting it to your Instagram story with the caption: ‘Look at my cheeseball’.

He continued to drive while you checked out your Instagram feed. You laughed to yourself, seeing a fan account’s meme of him and Monty (yes, you followed a few fan accounts because the things they’d say sometimes were hilarious). You liked the post and sent it to Harrison’s Instagram; his phone dinged loudly, cutting off the music momentarily.

“Did you send me something?” He asked as you looked at his phone in your lap.

“I didn’t know you had notifications on.” You laughed, not expecting his phone to alert him, especially of an Instagram dm.

“I only have them on for you.” He admitted, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. You smiled, reaching over and pinching his cheek lightly.

“Aw, I’ve got you so whipped.”

“What if I got a motorcycle?” Harrison asked, looking at the motorcyclist in front of him.

“I don’t know. I’d say you’re pretty hot without one, but if it’s an excuse to see you in a leather jacket then,” You trailed off, before adding, “Your mum would probably kill you for that though.”

“You’re not wrong.” He laughed in acknowledgment. She definitely would not appreciate it if he got a motorcycle, but you and Harrison both knew he’d never actually buy one. Even though he ate in his car a good amount of time, it was still his baby and he loved it too much to trade it in.

Just as he parked the car in front of the store, you got a text from your own mother, reminding you of your cousin’s baby shower tomorrow- a.k.a. giving you a day to find a gift. You were in perfect luck that there was literally a kids’ clothing store right beside the grocery store.

“I need to get something for my cousin’s baby shower.” You told Harrison before either of you could get out of the car.

“Do I need to go to that?” He asked, eyes wide. He had plans to go golfing tomorrow with Tom- or at least, he’d make those plans if he needed to.

“What? No, it’s kind of girls only.” You shook your head, “Can we go next door really fast before we get groceries? I just need to get a couple onesies or something.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” The two of you got out of the car and made your way over to the baby store in search of a quick gift. Your cousin was having a boy so you had a decently good idea of what to get. You easily found some simple baby shoes at the front, not putting much thought into it.

“Look at this one! It even has a cape.” Harrison grinned happily, holding up a black onesie that had yellow print on it saying ‘my daddy is Batman’ and showing you the little cape attached to it.

“Haz, we’ve been through this. Her husband’s a Superman fan.” You reminded him. The first time he’d met her husband, the two had a heated discussion about if Superman or Batman was better and you swore your 21 year old (at the time) boyfriend turned into a geeky 12 year old.

“Wel, I’m physically incapable of buying a Superman onesie. I’m getting this.” He insisted, and you looked at him with raised eyebrows. “For our kid.”

“I’d need to be pregnant for that to even be reasonable, and that’s not gonna be for a while.” You laughed at his ridiculousness.

“You’re right. My pullout game’s too strong for that.” He winked and you rolled your eyes at him, hoping none of the other customers in the store heard that. He still held onto the onesie, fully intending on buying it and holding onto it until you two had kids.

“How about this?” You asked, showing him a pack of onesies that had Justice League prints.

“It’s your cousin, you know that, right?” He chuckled with a nod.

“You’re seriously buying that one?” You looked down at the Batman onesie still clutched in his hands.

“Of course. I’m not saying I’m Batman, but you’ve never seen me and Batman in the same room together.” Harrison stated.

“If that helps you sleep at night.” You laughed, grabbing the Justice League onesies and going to the counter. Harrison happily added the Batman onesie to the small pile.

With the baby shower gift all sorted, you two went into the grocery store, shopping up and down the aisles for basically everything- milk, cereal, freezer food, fruits, vegetables, meat, bread. It wasn’t until the two of you were already in line to checkout that you realized you were missing the muffin mix- the most important thing for your mornings.

“I forgot the muffin mix.” You let out a small sigh, stepping back from the cart to go grab it, but Harrison stopped you.

“I got it. You stay here.” He reassured you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving off to get some mix. The next customer left and it was your turn to checkout so you loaded up your items onto the conveyor belt.

“This is the fullest cart I’ve seen all day. I’m impressed.” The cashier laughed as he started to scan the items.

“I’ve got a whole kitchen to stock.” You replied with a smile.

“Looks like you’ve got the essentials.” He nodded towards the wine and beer still resting on the belt.

“Of course.” You started to wonder when Harrison would come back with the muffin mix. You couldn’t tell if the cashier was trying to (pathetically) flirt with you or just being extra friendly, but you could’ve sworn he winked at you.

“Three boxes of muffin mix, sweetheart.” Harrison said, rushing up to you and dropping them onto the conveyor belt. Obviously, he’d noticed that wink, and his own little hint of jealousy was kicking in.

“Thanks, baby.” You smiled at him and he not-so-discreetly wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. Before you could pull out your wallet to pay, Harrison stopped you.

“I got it, sweetheart.” It took everything in you to not roll your eyes at his behavior, but you enjoyed it. Seeing your boyfriend get protective over you for something that wasn’t that big of a deal was oddly reassuring; you had him so whipped and he had you so whipped.

When the cashier had finished, Harrison paid and the two of you went on your way back out to his car. With the groceries loaded into the trunk, you both got into the car and he started to drive off, his hand slipping into yours on the center console. A Bon Jovi song played from his phone, the same cringey playlist turned on.

An hour later, you two had finally gotten home and packed away the groceries before you lied down on your new couch, completely exhausted from your busy weekend.

“God, no one said moving into a house was this much work.” You groaned and Harrison came to lie down beside you on the couch, his arms around your waist as your hands softly played in his hair that tickled the back of his neck.

“I’m so glad we did this though.” He told you with a genuine smile.

“I’m glad we did, too.” You leaned in and kissed him. You tugged lightly on his hair, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way to yours. He shifted so you were lying on your back and he kept one hand by your head to keep him up, the other hand slipping under your shirt. His lips trailed down to your collarbone, going to leave another hickey.

“I swear I moved in with a vampire.” You said almost breathlessly and he laughed lightly on your skin.

“What do you say we test out this couch?” He looked down at you with a cheeky grin.

“I’d ask what if someone walks in, but this is our place.”

“Mhm, our place.” He leaned back down to keep kissing you. Before the kiss could go much further, the front door opened and Tom, Harry, and Tuwaine walked in. Harrison didn’t even move from his place on top of you as he shot a glare towards his friends.

“What? We miss you.” Tom pouted as Harry held up a football as a peace offering.

“So much for our place.” You laughed, getting up off the couch with Harrison. You’d definitely need to take that spare key back from Tom.

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The Barns in Sims 4

So I started this project on Sunday and spent all week working on it, finding every mention of The Barns in all the books and taking notes, drafting and redrafting the upstairs THREE TIMES >:( and getting as many details right as I could. It is a 4 bedroom, two and a half bath farmhouse with a basement and a shed (both shed and basement are empty, I was too fried to finish them!). The outside is based on a farmhouse that Maggie herself tweeted about, and, with a lot of advice from my mom as to what a farmhouse actually looks like, I made the interior (Disclaimer: I have the base game + City Living, Cats and Dogs, and Get Together, so I'm sure something from a different pack might have been better in some places but I am also broke! So I'm working with those three!)

The kitchen. Described as a mixture of decades and styles, with white cabinets, butcher block counters and grubby laminate. It has stools for the counter, and a door to the backyard, like in the books.

The living room. The living room has a black leather couch and a plaid couch (I didn't have plaid, so stripes have to suffice!), as well as a fireplace, coffee table, TV, and various games. The door leads to a half bath, not mentioned in the book, but something I thought it could use.

The dining room. The dining room has a round table with a variety of different chairs. There is something to play music, and CD's. The shield and sword above the window acts as a placeholder for the nightmare mask. It is also stated to be a separate room from the kitchen and living room.

The sitting room. The sitting room is described as being storage for everything that didn’t have a place elsewhere, hence a lot of clutter. Aurora’s chair sits in the middle, under the light that looks like planets. Across the room is a sitting area with three clashing chairs, as well as Niall’s desk, and two light fixtures that are also potted plants. In the books, there are rugs in the corner that Matthew and Ronan use to hide, but I don’t have that option in the game, so instead they are racks of paintings (which your sim can still hide in!) The door leads to the basement (which is empty, sorry). It also has no windows, because Ronan mentions in The Dream Thieves (?) that there are no windows in that room.

Next is Aurora and Niall’s bedroom. They have white bedding, picture frame on the nightstand, as well as plenty of room for storage across the room, like the boxes that Ronan goes through in Call Down the Hawk. There is also supposed to be a framed photo of Niall and Aurora above the dresser, which I took in game and put there, but it wouldn’t let me upload the build to the library as non-modded because their outfits/hair were mods :(

Declan’s room. We don’t get to see his room that often in the books (once, when Adam sleeps over), so I made it very clean and sparse.

Matthew’s room. My first version of Matthew’s room was a lot brighter and messier than Declan’s, but in Call Down the Hawk, Ronan mentions that his room is actually fairly empty and free of messes, so I gave him yellow wallpaper and green bedding and called it a day.

Ronan’s room. Ronan has a lot of clutter in his room, whether dirty laundry or dream objects, so I tried to capture some of that chaos. Although my version of The Sims 4 doesn’t have a skateboard or bagpipes, I managed to include the shelves of toy cars like in the Raven King, and, to the right of the top picture, there is a plant similar to the one Ronan describes briefly in Call Down the Hawk.

The backyard. Obviously I don’t have the acreage within The Sims to fully capture the expanse of The Barns, but I still tried to allude to its nature. The ground is slight bumpy, and the grass texture changes often. There is a pond like in the Opal short story, as well as a grill, and a shed. The shed is empty, but there is a staircase that leads to a part of the roof, where a miniature light show is, like the ORBMASTER scene in The Raven King. The paint stuff was my choice, I just thought it was a fun way to represent that constant state of change or improvement, like the house really is being lived in and worked on by the characters.

Not pictured (I hit the image limit on the post sadly) but I still want to talk about: There is a table with blue flowers in the hallway outside the kitchen, like the ones in The Dream Thieves. Also in the Dream Thieves, there is a mirror in the entryway. There are two staircases upstairs, and no hallway connecting the two wings from the second floor. This is because the boys’ rooms are described as being upstairs, yet Ronan also mentions fixing the wooden staircase that led to his parents’ room. Since there wasn’t room in the attic for the master bedroom, I elected to just make two different staircases. Additionally, there are two other bathrooms not mentioned, and a laundry room, like Opal talks about in the Opal short story. I also added a mudroom, that, while not mentioned within the novel, my mom mentioned that farmhouses usually have one, so I felt it fit with the house. No garage, because I didn’t have space, and I don’t have a pack that allows cars in the first place!

I have uploaded this house to the Origin gallery, if you want to download it! Once again, it has stuff from Cats and Dogs, Get Together, and City Living, although I believe (don’t quote me on this) it’s mostly just furniture that you could replace pretty easily, if you want to try it out anyways! Look for a residential lot named The Barns by semipeaceful. Thanks for reading all the way through, ily <3

#lmk if you want another picture of a room or at a different angle and i'll see what i can do!#the raven cycle #trc #call down the hawk #the dream thieves #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #the raven boys #the barns

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sarcastic-bubble · 5 years

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I’m Yours

Paring: Anakin Skywalker x Senator!Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some mild agnst

Request: Jealous!Anakin - Anon

A/N: Ya’ll don’t know how much self-control it took to not turn the end of this into a total smutfest. Hope this is what you wanted Anon!

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You carefully applied the finishing touches of blush leaving your cheeks naturally rosy; you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the vanity mirror. As a senator, you always had to look your best, but you couldn’t deny the joy you felt when you had an excuse to really dress up. You stood and softly walked to your large dresser eyeing one of the many perfume bottles that sat on top. You felt a pair of strong hands grab your waist from behind. “You look gorgeous,” your husband's compliment was punctuated by a loving kiss to the back of your neck. Anakin turned you to face him, “I can’t imagine this is all for me, do you have a meeting tonight?”

“Something like that,” you mused as your fingers delicately traced his jaw. He was quick to lean in and kiss you and as badly as you wanted nothing than to feel his soft lips against yours but you had work to do. A finger from your free hand gently pushed on his lips, “Can’t let you do that dear. I don’t want you to ruin my makeup.” You slipped free from his arms and made your way to the dresser.

You were sorting through the various perfumes when Anakin leaned against the edge of the piece of furniture; his arms crossed and his expression undoubtedly annoyed. “It’s another dinner, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and it’s the last one too,” you replied as you replaced the cap on a small jade glass bottle. As much as you loved your job as a Senator-- you truly felt like you were able to make a difference for once—there were a few downsides and most of those came in the form of a select few fellow senators. The man you were to visit that evening was Sarkin Rhysode; a rather handsy old Senator that you needed a vote from. You would have given up on his vote weeks ago if your people didn’t need the aid that would come from it so bad. “You know how I feel about that man (Y/N)” Anakin’s voice was quickly picking up a jealous edge. And he wasn’t wrong, you were well aware of Anakin’s feeling towards the senator, most of them being rather negative. You grabbed a small crystal bottle filled with an amber liquid; it had been a gift from Anakin and was easily one of your favourites.

“I know.” You gently worked the cap off and set it down on the dresser.

You were about to apply the fragrant liquid when Anakin stole the bottle from your hand. “That’s not for him.” He held the bottle out of your reach, and you didn’t bother to fight him for it. There was no reasoning with your husband when he started to act like this so why even try.

You turned your attention back to the jade bottle and carefully applied the perfume, “jealousy isn’t a good look on you Anakin.” You paused a moment before speaking anymore. “I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to get jealous.” You were trying to your growing frustration but failing miserably.

“And I thought Senators weren’t supposed to sell themselves for votes,” he spoke harshly causing you to flinch in response.

“That’s not what this is.” You turned sharply towards the closet and pushed various garments to the side until you found the long coat you were looking for.

Anakin cornered you against the closet door; on hand planted firmly on the wall. “Then why do you get so dressed up every time you have a meeting with him?” He leaned forward slowly closing the gap between your bodies. “That dress doesn’t leave a lot up to the imagination.” He wasn’t wrong. While it was still quite modest it was tight and hugged every curve of your body, it always drew the unwanted attention of men when you wore it and some evenings you used that to your advantage.

“It’s never more than dinner and you know that.” You slipped out underneath his arm and quickly made your way to the front door of your apartment before you could be stopped again. You picked up the small bag that rested next to the door and you looked over your shoulder long enough to see Anakin watching you from the door to the bedroom. “Are you coming Jedi escort?” You asked your words just as harsh as his had been. “Or do I need to request the council send someone else?”

The ride to the dinner appointed was filled with tension so thick even the droid driving the land speeder felt it and so did the staff that welcomed the two of you to the restaurant. You took the short walk to the private dining room to compose yourself. You weren’t going to win very many votes if you spent the entire night scowling in your husband’s direction.

“It’s a pleasure to meet with you again Senator Ryshode,” you greeted pleasantly. You pushed away everything you had previously and focused purely on exuding the calm and regal persona you had made for yourself.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He took your hand in his and placed a polite kiss on your knuckles. “You look absolutely ravishing tonight.” You hated the way he looked at you and evidently do did Anakin. You didn’t need to see him to know his hand had found a home gently resting on his lightsaber. You shot him a quick glare telling him to behave and it didn’t take a genius that he had no such intentions.

“Why don’t we skip the small talk and get straight to dinner, we are friends after all? There’s no need for the silly formalities.” You offered the other Senator a gentle smile as you spoke.

Senator Ryshode led you through the doors to the private dining area. He pulled out a chair for you at the lone table and then looked to Anakin. “Is your Jedi Knight joining us tonight?”

You shook your head dismissively as you sat down, “he’ll be fine waiting outside tonight.” You regretted saying that immediately, it had absolutely nothing to do with Anakin annoyed glare and all to do with that fact that even while mad at him you wanted him there. Just his presence was enough to inspire confidence in you but keeping him there would just make everything so much worse.

The senator sat across from you but not before letting his hand rest of your bare shoulder and linger there just a bit longer than necessary. You hated this.

He hated this; being stuck watching the door while being forced to listen to you and your “date” talk. Obviously, this didn’t mean anything to you, you had reassured Anakin of that fact many times, but he couldn’t stop the jealousy he felt every time he could hear your laugh or the surge of jealousy he felt every time he was able to make out the flirty comments. He knew it all meant nothing but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

Anakin looked out the window various land speeders speeding by, how long had you been in there and how much longer did you plan on staying? He was getting impatient, to say the least. His inpatients, and jealousy, were about to get the best of him when you and the other senator stepped out of the dining area.

“This evening has been lovely Senator (Y/L/N), how would you like to continue it for a bit longer in my quarters? They aren’t far from here.” Senator Ryshode glanced at Anakin smirking, “I’m sure I make much better company than your brooding Jedi.”

Anakin was ready to snap, but you worked fast. Your fingers brushed against his arm fast enough for it to look like a mistake to any on-looker, but he knew it was your way of attempting to reassure him. Whether it worked or not was debatable but none the less he appreciated the gesture.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to judge Master Skywalker, Senator Ryshode.” You were slowly walking away from the senator not wanting to seem impolite but eager to remove yourself from the situation. “He’s a very skilled Jedi and usually makes for wonderful company. He’s just had a long day, surely you understand.”

“Well—”

You cut the other senator off quickly but as politely as possible, you had a reputation to uphold after all. “Much like our dear Jedi knight I too have had a rather long day and I want nothing more than retire for the evening.” You linked your arm through Anakin’s and gently held his bicep. He lived these small public displays of affection; for the small things he could do without fear of you two being caught. “Thank you for dinner, Senator. I wish you safe travels home.” You waved with your freehand and followed Anakin out of the restaurant.

“Did you get the vote?” asked Anakin quietly. You already knew where this was going.

“No.”

His grumpy yet smug expression could only be read as “I told you so.”

Hardly half an hour later you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity once again. You slowly worked the mass of pins that had held your hair in an intricate style. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. Anakin hadn’t moved from his spot against the closed bedroom door since you had returned; he hadn’t stopped staring at you either.

“What’s there to talk about?” He tried to hide that immense jealousy that still burned inside him, but you knew him far too well.

You stood and your bare feet made no sound as you padded across the plush carpet. You stood in front of him for a moment before deciding how to proceed. “Anakin,” your voice was quiet as you placed your left hand on his shoulder and your right hand cupped his cheek; your thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone. “You’re obviously still upset.”

His posture relaxed quite noticeably from your touch, how had he not noticed how tired he was. “I’m not up—”

“Anakin, please…” you trailed off wanting to choose your next words carefully. Your husband wasn’t always the best at talking about the things that troubled him and trying to pry it out of him would just lead to another fight; you had to be gentle. “If we don’t talk about this, you’ll let the jealousy eat at you and consume you until you snap.”

It had happened before and you remembered that day, all those years ago, vividly and the way he had yelled at you. You had avoided him for well over a month after. It was something you never wanted to experience ever again. “Please, for me Ani.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you, I don’t like the way any of them look at you; you’re mine.” He gripped your waist the silky fabric of your nightgown sliding under his hand. “And the way they shamelessly touch you, like they don’t care who sees.” He was looking at you so intently that you involuntarily shivered.

You stood in silence for a few moments making sure he was done speaking; the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt him. When you were positive, he had nothing else you say you spoke your voice still quiet, “Anakin, I am yours. You never need to worry about that. I love you, don’t doubt that.” The hand that had been on his shoulder slid to rest on his chest. You found yourself absentmindedly toying with his robes, “I wish we could be more open about our relationship; I really do. But we both knew what we were getting ourselves into when we started this.”

You leaned up onto your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his in a loving kiss. “I’m yours and only yours.”

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nostalgiaispeace · 3 years

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2232.

1. What is your favorite shade of blue? dark 2. When’s the last time you bought something just because? lol never 3. What Ozzy lyric describes you best? - 4. When was the last time you went for a walk without a specific destination in mind? idk 5. Do you daydream? always

6. What was your last daydream about? well i’m not telling thei nternet 7. Ever won the lottery? lol no 8. How much did you get for your high school graduation? i don’t remember 9. What was the most important decision you made that screwed up your life the most? idk 10. Do you know what your Chinese horoscope is? hmmm i might 11. What is love really about? nothing i can describe right now while i’m exhausted 12. What’s the most you ever made in a year? lol 13. Do you have an online diary? no 14. What’s the biggest pot you’ve won in poker? I’ve never played poker. 15. What’s your most prized possession? my frog 16. What Metallica lyric most describes your life? - 17. Ever been to Ozzfest? no 18. How many concerts have you been to? a lot 19. Which one was your favorite? lana del rey 20. What shade of purple most describes your feelings right now? none 21. Pick a shade of a color. Now describe it to me and name it. light 22. Sun tea or brewed tea? brewed 23. What’s the most illegal thing you’ve done? drugs 24. Ever get busted by the cops? What for? No. 25. What’s under your bed? my cat 26. Vacuum or dustbuster? Vacuum. 27. How many people are on your buddy list? lol 28. How many pairs of rollerblades do/did you own? none 29. Ever wear out a CD? What was it? yeah. britney spears 30. What’s your favorite card game? solitare 31. Who was the most annoying person you’ve talked to on the phone? idk 32. What’s your favorite fast food meal? chick fil a nuggets and mac and cheese 33. Where is the best restaurant you’ve ever eaten in at? idk 34. Lamb chops or pork chops? Neither. 35. How many roses have you received/given? idk 36. When’s the last time you mowed the lawn? years ago 37. Washed your car? years ago 38. Ever have a tornado in your town? not since i’ve lived here — 40. What state is your wardrobe in? fine 41. What’s the last article of clothing you bought? sweats 42. How many trash cans can you see right now? One. 43. If you HAD to pick ONE song to listen to for the rest of your life, and that would be the only song you ever heard, what would it be? I don’t know. 44. Ever heard of Shinedown? Yeah. 45. They rock, don’t they? sure 46. What size is your bed? queen 47. When’s the last time you had pigs in a blanket? not that long ago actually 48. Have you ever painted the ceilings in your home? no 49. What does your lawn furniture consist of? lawn chairs 50. Ever live off of canned soup and ramen noodles for weeks at a time? no 51. What flavor of jelly are you? strawberry 52. Ever take any of those online personality quizzes? yeah 53. What musical group/artist do you love, but hide from other people? none 54. What’s on the floor in your bedroom? Nothing. 55. What is the first meal you remember eating? idk 56. Ever been to a drive in? no 57. What was the first movie you ever saw? i don’t remember 56. What’s in your keepsake box/scrapbook? so many things 57. Describe your first date. idk 58. Would you recognize most of your classmates 5 years after graduation? sure 59. What percentile of your class were you in? I have no idea. 60. When was the last time it rained while the sun was shining? I don’t recall. 61. What did you score on your SATs? i don’t remember 62. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? it’s been a bit 63. Name your favorite artist/song from before 1990. zeppelin 64. Do you think there should be new genres of music to encompass some of the newer rock performers out now? no 65. What colors is your lava lamp? - 66. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever hung on the wall? I haven’t hung up anything strange. 67. When’s the last time you did laundry? todayy 68. How many hammers do you own? one 69. Can you name every place you’ve ever had sex? yes 70. How many speakers are in your bedroom? none 71. DVD or VHS? dvd 72. What’s the most important thing you ever lost and never found again? idk 73. What forms of birth control have you used? pill and implant 74. How many webpages have you created, and can you still find them all? no 75. You have .30 in two coins. One of them is not a nickel. What are they? uh 76. What’s your pet peeve when cleaning the house? um all of it 77. Do you use sponges or dishcloths when doing the dishes? sponges 78. How many people are in your family portrait? three 79. How many times have you moved? too many times 80. Handcuffs or rope :D? Neither. 81. What season best describes your temperament? winter 82. What’s the last thing you had to drink? diet coke 83. Ever been so drunk you blacked out? no 84. What’s your favorite song on the top twenty right now? idk. 85. What do your light fixtures look like? uh normal 86. How many jobs have you held for more than a month? 4 87. Ever punched a wall? yes 88. When’s the last time you really lost your temper? It’s been a long time. 89. How do you cope? i cry 90. What’s your antidrug? idk 91. Ever grown any plants before? What were they? Nope. 92. Ever own a director chair? No. 93. When was the last time you camped out? when i was a kid 94. Went swimming? years ago 95. Went fishing? lol 96. Oust or Glade and why? Glade. 97. Ever thought you (or a girlfriend) were pregnant, but it was a false alarm? yes 98. If 97 is yes, were you glad or sad? well i was pregnant so i was happy 99. Do you have a red-eye mouse or one with a ball? none 100. What do your doorstops look like? - 101. What was the last conversation you had with someone before they died? i don’t remember 102. What do your drinking glasses look like? they’re just solid colors 103. How many bottles/containers are in your medicine cabinet? a lot 104. How many funerals have you been to? a lot 105. How many states have you been to? a lot

106. What was the last bug you killed and what did you use? a wasp 107. What does your country need right now? sanity 108. Are you creative? not really 109. How so? – 110. How many computers in your household? Two. 111. Ever help to solve a crime? No. 112. Who is in the picture frame on your bedside table? - 113. How many CDs does your player hold? - 114. What is one thing you’d like to do before you die? go to england 115. Do the good die young or do they die before they have a chance to be bad? um both suck 116. What’s your favorite totally cliche’ saying? everything happens for a reason 117. Ever go out of your way to exact revenge on someone? no 118. Was it worth it? - 119. Ever get pulled over by the cops and get away without a ticket? no 120. What’s the weather like right now? HOT 121. What was your first legal alcoholic drink? vodka 122. Do you have a door/doorknob to your room? Yes. 123. Name one thing you regret? lol so many 124. Ever get published by one of those poetry groups? no 125. What’s the furthest distance you’ve moved? states away 126. How many friends from high school/college do you still talk to? a few

127. Where is your home/heart right now? here 128. What’s the most expensive things your parents ever bought you? idk 129. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought? my car 130. How many hangers are in your closet? a lot 131. If you died right now, would you feel cheated or happy? happy 132. How many times did you intentionally start to commit suicide? a few 133. Ever spent the night in the “loony bin?” yes 134. What’s wrong with society? lol so much 135. How many crazy ice cream trucks are in your area? none really 136. What is your favorite cover song? i have a lot 137. Does the weather ever seem to reflect your mood eerily? no 138. Are you more psychic than most people? lol no 139. What’s your inspiration? my daughter 140. What’s the longest relationship you’ve been in? the one i’m in now for 8 years 141. Did you ever drop out of school? college 142. Ever raise a child that wasn’t your own for more than 3 months? No. 143. What is your favorite piece of jewelry? wedding band 144. Ever help someone cheat on someone else? ew no 145. Are you a cheater too? No. 146. What was the last dessert type food you’ve eaten? candy 147. Fill in the blank: I’m a ________aholic. Coffeeholic. 148. When’s the last time you went to a hairdresser/salon? february 149. Strangest medical procedure ever performed on you? nothing strange 150. Do you own any appliances? yes 151. Do you have an “egg crate” on your bed? no 153. Last time you went to the laundromat? idk 154. How many hinges are on your front door? I’m not sure. 155. Can I be done yet? yes

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johnsbleu · 4 years

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 72

warnings: smut 😏

Stretching out on the bed, you hear the birds chirping unusually loud, and you put your pillow over your head to drown out the noise as you yawn. Since you had been staying at the hotel for the past week, you hadn’t been woken up by the birds. You usually don’t mind it, but since you didn’t get much sleep the last few nights, you’re a little annoyed -- and beyond exhausted. You could probably stay in bed and sleep for the whole day.

You reach out to your right to feel John, but he’s gone, which doesn’t surprise you since you know he’s probably either somewhere in the house or at the grocery store. You put your hands over your face as you roll over to your back, yawning loudly and dreading getting up. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stretch out on the bed and immediately freeze when you don’t recognize your ceiling.

“What…the fuck?” you whisper, looking up at the brown support beams on the ceiling.

Pulling the sheets over your chest, you sit up a little and look around in confusion when you don’t recognize where you are. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your mind is going a mile a minute as you look around the room and try to figure out where you are and where the hell John is.

“John?” you whisper loudly, “Jonathan?”

When you don’t get a response, you slowly and carefully start to get off of the bed. Your pajamas are on the floor in a mess, and you put them on as fast as you can.

“John?” you tiptoe through the house and poke your head into the next room; a den. And if you weren’t so stressed out right now, you’d probably sit down in the cozy looking chair.

Seeing that John isn’t there, you head down the hallway as quietly as possible. The windows in the kitchen are huge, and all you can see is trees and leaves. You put your hand over your heart to stop it from exploding out of your chest.

Calm down. Just breathe.

You swallow hard and put your other hand over your mouth. You try to control your breathing, but the longer you stand here, still unsure of where you even are, the more you feel a panic attack is about to happen. John taught you some self defense, but you weren’t being serious enough that day to actually put anything to use if it came down to it.

“Okay…” you exhale, “Worst case scenario, I’ve been kidnapped. Good, good. Cope with humor. You learned that from Tess.”

You wring your hands with worry, then rub your forehead, trying to figure out what to do next. You’re probably being overly dramatic, but to be fair, you don’t know where the fuck you are! The last thing you remember was falling asleep on the bed in the plane, and you knew you were on your way home. But this…this is not home.

Walking quickly back into the bedroom, you look around for your purse and you pull out your phone.

“Oh, well, of course.” you toss it back into your purse, “I’m just going to probably be murdered and I can’t even call for help because I didn’t plug in my phone.”

The front door squeaks open, and you freeze in place as the footsteps get closer to the bedroom. John stands in the doorway and looks at the bed, then he furrows his brow when he doesn’t see you. When he finally spots you, he smiles wide until he sees the look on your face. You exhale loudly and sit back against the dresser, and closing your eyes, you begin to cry and hide your face in your hands.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” John kneels next you, rubbing your leg, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You reach out for John and bury your face in his chest as you cry, “Do you know how scared I was?”

“What? Why?” John tilts your head back and kisses your forehead, “I’m right here.”

“But you weren’t!” you say loudly as you wipe away a tear, “You weren’t here when I woke up. I don’t even know where I am. I woke up and had no idea if you were even here. I thought the worst things possible had happened to me. You don’t realize how fucking terrifying it is to wake up somewhere you don’t know.”

“Yeah,” he looks at you and nods, “Actually, I do.”

“Well, I’m not used to this, so to wake up in an unfamiliar place scared me. You can understand that, right? You can understand why I’m scared?”

John is looking at you, and he nods his head, “Yeah.”

“I’m laying in this bed, thinking my husband is next to me. I’m naked, tired, and completely vulnerable.”

John sits down next to you and leans against the dresser. He’s growing sad when he realizes how scared you were, and you’re starting to feel bad for ruining this moment for him. In the end, John was only trying to be romantic and surprise you. You, on the other hand, are being a bit dramatic, but to be fair, you are really fucking tired.

“You scared the shit out of me, Jonathan.” you say, scooting closer to him and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.” he says, putting his hand over your legs and pulling you closer. He looks down at your hands as they shake, and he clasps them both in his, pressing kisses to them. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“I know,” you say softly, looking up at John and meeting his teary gaze. “It's okay.”

“I’ve done that a few times this past week.” he sighs, shaking his head a little, “I’m so sorry. I hope you know you can trust me. I would never let anything happen to you.”

“I do trust you, John.”

John turns to face you, “When I met you, I made a promise to myself that I would always protect you. I made a promise to your mom, I made a promise to you that I would always keep you safe. I will never let anything happen to you, I promise.”

“I know, John.” you nod, patting his cheek. You stand up from the floor and crawl back onto the bed, reaching for his hands, “Let’s try this again.”

John stands up from the floor and lays down next to you, then laughs when you pull the covers over your head. “Good morning, peach.”

You pull the blanket down and smile, “Morning.”

He scoots closer to you, puckering his lips, then he hums as he presses his lips to yours. When you open your eyes, he’s watching you attentively, causing butterflies in your stomach. “You realize you called me your husband, right?”

You nod your head and roll on your side to face John, “Yeah, because you are. I mean, not legally, but…whatever. You’re mine. I’m gonna start introducing you as my husband from now on.”

John laughs quietly as he leans back in to kiss you, “My wife.”

“Mhm,” you nod with your lips still pressed to his, “I like the sound of it.”

The two of you study each others faces for a few moments, and John laughs when you make a silly face. You’re trying to break the tension in the air since you know John is going to keep beating himself up for scaring the absolute shit out of you.

You squint your eyes a little as you look up at the ceiling, “Now that I think about it, our flight was really short. I mean, I was more than half asleep, so there’s that, but…I didn’t even put it together when you carried me off the plane. It’s a 9 hour flight hour, how did I not figure it out?”

“You were…out. Like completely knocked out when we landed.” John laughs as he lays back on the bed, “You did comment on the stairs and how there were so many of them.”

You laugh quietly as you look up at the ceiling, and the two of you sit in silence for a moment. You already know John is getting in his head and beating himself up for scaring you even after he’s apologized and you’ve forgiven him. You look over at him and smile as he sits up a little to look at you.

John sighs and shakes his head as he wraps your hair around his finger, “I meant to be here when you woke up. I never would have just left you in here alone. I went to grab our bags from the car and Gia started talking to me--”

“Who is Gia?” you ask, sitting up a little. “Wait, let me start with this first: where the fuck am I?”

John laughs quietly as he gets off the bed, “You don’t recognize it?”

Looking around the room, you shrug and try to figure out where you are, “Uh...”

The room is painted a navy blue and all of the furniture is a dark teak. There's plants and succulents on almost every surface, and the walls are covered with pictures of trees and flowers. A large window is off the to left of the bed and there's another in front of you, and both are covered by thin sheer white curtains that allow the light to filter through. On the right wall near the door, there's a small dresser with three drawers and a nice gold mirror is anchored to the wall. Wherever you are, whoever owns this place, they definitely spent a lot of money on it to make sure that it's nice and cozy.

You look over at John as he reaches out for your hand, and you shake your head, “No. Am I suppose to?”

“Well,” John helps you off the bed and stands behind you as you walk back into the kitchen, “You should. You picked it.”

A smile is spreading across your face and you laugh quietly, “The tree house.”

John leans forward to see your face and he nods proudly. You tilt your head back to kiss him, and he hugs you closer to chest. His hands are on your waist, and he turns you around to face him as he continues kissing you. You laugh against his lips and he lifts you onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I’m so confused.” you admit, opening your eyes to see him, “Where is Tess then?”

John walks over to the fridge and pulls out stuff to make some sandwiches, “She’s fine. She’s still here.”

“Where is--”

“Italy. We’re in Verona now, by the way.” He squeezes mayonnaise onto your sandwich, then cuts it perfectly down the middle and hands half of it to you, “We’ll be here for a few days, or for however long you want. I already talked to Jimmy’s mom, and she’s fine with keeping Bleu a little longer.”

You take a bite of your sandwich and look at John, “So, when did you decide to do this?”

John lets out a sweet laugh and shrugs, “Well, the night you picked it, you were so excited about it. Very enthusiastic. So, the other morning when I was out with Tess, I told her that you had picked this place, but…”

“Was she mad?” you laugh, hopping off the counter and walking with John to the table, “I bet she was mad.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “She was pretty excited for you. She ended up picking a different place for her and Jimmy.”

“So, she lied to me yesterday when she said she didn’t know where she was going?” you nod, looking up at John.

“She seemed really excited about it. She saw the one place I suggested with all the floral. You were right, she hated it.”

“Told ya.” you stretch your legs out on John’s lap and look around the room, still trying to process it all, “It’s even nicer in person.”

“It is.” he looks around the room and smiles, “Gia, she’s the host, she said there’s a little festival happening down the road. Going to be there all week, I thought we could go there one day.”

“I’d like that.” you nod and get up to look at everything. You feel John’s gaze on you as you walk around the room, and your cheeks are growing red as a result. You grab a little hippo figurine off the shelf and laugh, looking it over in your hand. “Why did you decide to bring me here?”

“You were so excited about it.” he says, moving from the kitchen over to you.

“No, John.” you turn around and look at him, “Why did you decide to bring me here?”

He looks at you carefully, holding your gaze for a few intense moments before he looks away. He sighs and puts his hands in his pockets, “Guess I…wanted to make up for the first few days here.”

Knew it.

John has been trying to make up for his…incident since the moment he got back to the hotel that night. He offered to buy you jewelry, take you to fancy restaurants, buy you anything you desired, and you, of course, said no.

“There’s nothing you need to make up for, Jonathan.” you say and walk closer to him. “And if there was, you already made up for it. The beach, the dress, the fireworks, being able to spend every minute with you. You don’t need to make up for anything. You coming home alive that night was enough for me.”

John sighs a little, “I just feel so bad. Your face when you saw me, I can't get it out of my head. It just keeps replaying in my head. I feel so bad. I never want to see that look on your face again.”

A knock at the door startles both of you, and John turns to open the door. Gia, you assume, is at the door, and she reaches out to shake John’s hand.

“Hi, John, just wanted to come introduce ourselves. We do this every time we have guests. Just makes it a little more comfortable for all of us.” she says, peeking around the door, “Hi!”

John reaches out for your hand, and you take a few steps over to him, happily joining his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and smiles, “This is my fiancee, Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” she says, reaching for your hand, “I’m Gia.”

“Hi.” you look down at your pajamas and laugh, “Sorry, I promise I don’t always look like this.”

“Ah, no biggie.” she waves you off and moves to the side, “This is my wife, Christina.”

The other woman is shy, you can tell right away. She’s standing back a little further on the steps to keep her distance, but she waves at you and smiles, “Hey.”

You wave back and smile, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“And this little one…” Gia reaches out for a little girl with curly blonde hair and hoists her on her hip, “This is Shiloh.”

The little girl is trying hard to escape Gia’s grasp, and you hear John chuckling softly. Gia finally puts her down and the little girl walks up to John, tilting her head back to look at him. John looks down at her and smiles wide, waiting for what she’s going to say.

“You’re tall.” she says, and she's so matter of fact about it.

John laughs, “Thank you.”

Shiloh looks at John a moment longer, then points at his face, “You have a owie on your face.”

“Shiloh.” Gia scolds her, and you and John both laugh.

“It’s okay.” John says to Gia, then kneels down in front of Shiloh, “I do have an owie.”

The little girl’s eyes grow wide with excitement and she smiles wide, “Mommy, I have band-aids! I can give him one. I have ones with dinosaurs, some with sparkles. Oh! And I have a special one with a unicorn on it, but I’m saving it for a really big owie.”

John smiles at her, “That’s very nice of you to offer me a band-aid, but I think you should keep them.”

“Honey,” Gia says, reaching for her arm, “They don’t want us to bother them. That’s not why they’re here.”

You watch John as he talks quietly with Shiloh, and you smile when she reaches out to touch his hair. Kids flock to John, it’s unbelievable. Every time you walk past the park with him and Bleu, they’re like magnets. They come running in hordes the moment they see Bleu, which he loves. They ask John about a million questions, and he always looks at you for help.

Ever since the two of you have watched Benji and Harper, John is so much more comfortable with little kids. Part of you knows he’s even more comfortable with kids because you’ve decided you want a baby, and he knows it kills you to see him with little kids.

“She’s not a bother. We love kids.” you say to Gia, then kneel down next to John, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

John looks over at you, grinning from ear to ear as Shiloh reaches out for your hand. Her hand is so tiny and warm in yours, and you feel yourself melting -- she’s just so damn cute. She stares at you for a moment, then looks at John.

You can tell she’s trying to figure out who the hell the two of you are, and she tilts her head a little, taking a big breath. “Are you his wife?”

“Shiloh Grace!” Christina says, stomping her foot a little.

“Seriously, she’s perfectly fine.” you look back at Shiloh and smile, “Yeah, I’m kinda like his wife.”

“Kinda?” she asks, getting a little crinkle in her nose when she scrunches up her face.

“Yeah, we’re not married yet.” John grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your ring, then he holds up his left hand, “See, I don’t have a ring yet.”

Shiloh looks over at you and frowns, “Why don’t you get him one? Don't you like him?”

“I do like him, very much so. I love him. Boys are pretty icky, but he’s a good one.” you say, and Shiloh giggles a little as you look over at John. “But he won’t get a ring until our wedding day.”

John is enjoying every second of this.

“I think he should have one now.” she nods and reaches out for his hand, taking John by surprise.

“Hmm…” you nod and purse your lips, “Well, I’ll certainly take that into consideration.”

Shiloh nods her head as if she’s really interested in what you’re saying. She reaches for your locket and looks it over, then looks up at you, holding your gaze, “You’re pretty.”

You feel your cheeks burning from everyone’s attention being on you, and you let out a laugh, “Thank you very much.”

“Do you have little kids that I can play with?”

You shake your head and frown, “Unfortunately we don’t have any kids yet, but I’m sure John would love to play with you if he sees you outside.”

John points at you and smiles, “She’s really good at tag, so if you ever want to play with her, just tag her. But be careful, she’s quick!”

Shiloh smiles and slowly reaches out to touch your shoulder, “You’re it!”

“I’ll let you get away with that for now, but I’ll get you back when I see you next.” you say, then smile at Gia.

“Okay, that’s enough, love.” Gia puts her hands on Shiloh’s shoulders and scoots her back. “Say goodbye.”

Shiloh frowns dramatically, and you put your hand over your heart when she starts to tear up. She sniffles loudly and waves without looking at the two of you. It’s obvious that she doesn’t have many friends -- you’re in the middle of no where.

“We promise we won’t be in your hair.” Gia says, helping Shiloh onto the steps, “We just wanted to say hello. If you need anything at any time, we’re just up the road like I said earlier this morning. There’s a landline in the house as well, so if you need to call for anything, just give us a ring.”

“We will.” John says, putting his arm around your shoulder, “Bye, Shiloh.”

Shiloh turns around when she hears John and smiles wide, “Bye.”

“Ooh, I think you have a big fan.” you whisper to John.

Shiloh runs back up the stairs and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight. She’s so affectionate for only having just met you that you’re honestly taken aback. Gia is really friendly, so you see where she gets it.

“I think you have a big fan.” John laughs and watches as Shiloh hugs his leg, “Oh.”

Shiloh skips down the stairs and waves at you and John as she walks with Gia and Christina down the dirt path.

“Well…” you laugh, “That was interesting.”

“She’s cute.” John says, smiling wide.

“She is very cute.” you nod and hold John’s gaze as he smiles even wider. You laugh loudly and roll your eyes, “Hidden agenda?”

“No, how was I suppose to know they had a daughter?” he laughs, closing the door and looking over at you, “What do you want to do today?”

You inhale deeply and lift up your arms, “I need a shower.”

“I got an idea.” John says, wrapping his arms around your waist, “How about I go to the market down the road, grab some stuff for us tonight? There were some groceries here already since I called ahead, but we need more food. We can make a home cooked meal. What do you say?”

“Hmm,” you tilt your head back and smile, “And I just hang out here alone?”

John scoops you into his arms and carries you into the bedroom, then into the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and kisses your cheek before moving to fill the tub with water. He grabs some candles from the counter and lights them, then places them around the edges of the tub.

“You take a nice relaxing bath while I go to the market.” he says, pulling your shirt over your head, “Then when I get back, we’ll figure out what we’re doing next.”

Tilting your head back, you feel John’s lips on your neck and close your eyes as the warmth seeps into your skin. John wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to your cheek, inhaling deeply, almost like he’s dreading leaving you.

“The tub is almost full.” he whispers, “I’ll help you in.”

You kick off your shorts and hold tight to John’s hand as you step into the tub. “Ahh! Hot.”

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

You sit down in the tub and flick bubbles into John’s face, “Yeah, and…there would plenty of room for you to join me!��

John kneels down on the floor next to you and moves closer to kiss you. His right hand grazes against your back as you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. John lets out a small laugh when he feels you pulling him closer to you, and he leans back a little as you kneel in the tub, showing him your naked body.

“You’re not even a little tempted?”

John laughs, “Oh, trust me, I am very tempted to grab you out and take you into the bedroom.”

You pout a little as you sit back down in the tub, moving the bubbles over your breasts, “But you have to run to the store, yeah, yeah.”

“Tomorrow morning. You and I.” he smiles, leaning over to kiss you. “I’ll be back in a little bit. If you need anything, you can text me.”

“Yeah, yeah!”

You’re sitting on the bed in a towel as you rub lotion into your legs; all the extra time in the sun has been drying out your skin so much lately. Hopefully you can convince John to give you a full body massage tonight. You know it won’t take much convincing though.

Perking up a little, you realize John is finally home, and he opens the door and drops the bags to the floor as he groans in pain.

“That is…a lot of steps.” he says loudly.

“It’s gonna kill your knee. Which reminds me, baby, we’re gonna need to clean it and look at it again. I know it’s healing, but we gotta keep an eye on it.”

You walk out to John in the kitchen and watch as he pulls the groceries out of the bag. He looks up at you and smiles wide when he sees you, then he shakes his head and exhales contently.

“You’re killing me.”

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes, “So, what did you get for tonight?”

John holds up chicken breasts and smiles -- chicken broccoli casserole. It’s his favorite thing you make at home. You always make sure to make extra every time since the first time you ever made it, John practically licked the pan clean. It was almost like he hadn't had a nice homemade meal in years, which now that you think about it, he probably hadn't.

“It’s only a little after 3, so we’ll make it later.” you say and help John put away the rest of the groceries. You pull out a bottle of red wine and look it over, “Wow, we gettin’ tipsy tonight?”

“If you want.” he laughs, moving to the fridge, “Hope you like red wine. Actually I hope you like wine in general. You don’t really drink.”

You laugh, “There are some things you still don’t know about me, I guess.”

John stands behind you and kisses your shoulder, “No, I know you try to sneak a sip of my whiskey sometimes. Whenever we go out to eat, you usually just get water with a lemon, or Coke.”

“Boring.” you say, jokingly snoring. “Just never been a drinker. Mostly because when I do drink, I get way too drunk and then I end up making up a random dance in my bedroom with my fiance.”

“Best night of my life.” he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Your beard is tickly today.”

“It is?” he laughs, then rubs his beard against your neck as you squirm away and laugh.

You tilt your head back to look at him, and your gaze falls to his lips as you lean closer, “It’s a little longer than usual. It feels good though.”

John’s hands are moving up your thighs, and you stick out your ass a little more to feel him growing hard in his pants. He slides his left hand in between your thighs, rubbing you gently as you tilt your head back against his shoulder.

“Whew.” you exhale and laugh, “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Am I?” John laughs as he continues rubbing his fingers against you, “Does it feel good?”

You nod your head and moan when John slowly slides his middle finger in deep, and you cling to his left bicep. He flicks it at a steady pace and keeps a good grip on you when your knees buckle. John gently pulls the towel off of you, and you feel it fall onto the floor as he begins kissing along your spine and down to your ass. He kneels down behind you, pressing wet, warm kisses to your hips and ass.

Looking over your shoulder at John, you laugh quietly, “Jonathan, what are you doing?”

“Just…kissing you.” he says, leaning back to look at you, “I like your ass.”

You laugh as you turn around to face him, “Yes, I’m aware. I know what you’re trying to do, and not today. Maybe another day.”

John pouts a little as he looks up at you, and you lean down to kiss him as he stands back up. Holding tight to your waist, he turns around and walks with you back to the bedroom.

“Be gentle.” you whisper as he lays you down on the bed, “It’s been a few days.”

“Do you want to?” he asks, laying down on top of you, “We don’t have to. I can just…”

You watch John as he kisses down your chest to your inner thigh, where he sucks gently on your skin and caresses your thighs in his soft hands. You reach out for John’s belt and start to unbuckle it while he watches with a smile on his face.

John pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The bruise on his chest is already starting to fade, and you gently rub your fingers against it as John lays down on top of you. “Be--”

“Gentle.” he nods and smiles, “When am I not? You’re like glass to me. Gotta be careful with you.”

John positions himself between your legs, and you spread your legs wider to allow him access to what he wants. As you look down at his cock, you see how hard he is, and you take a deep breath to prepare yourself. Since it’s been a few days, you know how hard John is going to be, and even though it’s the best feeling in the world and the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, it still takes a few moments to fully adjust to his size. You’re just so small compared to him.

You tilt your head back against the pillow, digging your nails into his biceps as he slowly slides in deeper and deeper. He gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to slowly thrust his hips, and you shiver a little at the sensation of John inside of you.

“Holy shit, peach.” he says breathlessly, “Holy…fucking shit.”

You laugh and cup his face, “Can you feel how much I’ve missed you?”

“Yeah,” John squeezes his eyes shut, pumping his hips faster, “I’ve fucking missed you.”

You lean back and look at John, “You wanna rephrase that?”

The smile on John’s face get wider as he laughs, then you pull John down, meeting your lips for a wet open-mouthed kiss. John sucks on your tongue as you grip his biceps tighter, and you squeeze your eyes shut when he jerks his hips hard.

John closes his eyes and groans as he jerks his hips, “Yeah, I’ve missed fucking you.”

He’s not going to last long, you already know that. It’s been a few days since you’ve had sex, the two of you haven’t even fooled around. You’ve both just been so tired, you’ve missed being in John’s arms and underneath his body more than you’d like to admit. You wrap your arms around John’s neck, and he rests his forehead against yours as the two of you begin to pant loudly, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Every time John hits your hidden spot, you let out a small breathy moan, and he smiles wide, pleased with himself.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” he whispers against your chest, “Missed this.”

You reach between the two of you to rub circles on your clit, but John moves your hand out of the way so he can do it instead. A smile spreads across your face as you fully relax on the bed, letting John do all the work. The muscles in your stomach are pulled tight as John leans down to kiss over your stomach and chest, and he hums as he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it.

John smirks as you open your eyes, and he pumps his hips harder a few times, causing you to lose your breath. “Missed seeing you underneath me like this.”

“Fuck me harder, John.”

John laughs as he leans down to kiss you, “I will tear you in half. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Placing your hands on John’s ass, you push him in further and arch your back when he hits your hidden spot relentlessly. You’re tipping over the edge already, and every nerve in your body is pulled so fucking tight, you think they all might snap.

John’s mouth envelopes yours, and he bites your lip as he lays down on top of you, still thrusting his hips hard. The sound of John’s cock between your legs turns you on even more, and he looks down to watch himself as the two of you continue panting.

Placing his hands on either side of your head, John grunts as he moves his hips at a faster pace in hopes to bring on your orgasms. You bite down on your lip, feeling tingles all throughout your body as it jolts from the overwhelming euphoric pleasure.

“God, your face…” John whispers, leaning closer to you, “Your face when you come, it’s gonna make me come.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and furrow your brow, then grip John’s biceps hard in your hands when he hits your hidden spot unrelentingly. John’s body tenses up and his hips shudder as he spills into you, moaning loudly in your ear.

John lays his head against your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair, wiping it away from his face. He’s sweaty and breathless, and even though you literally just had an orgasm, it’s turning you on.

“Wow.” John presses a kiss to the top of your breast, then grips it in his hand, sucking on it and leaving behind a little red mark. He looks up at you and scoots up to leave a wet kiss on your lips.

“I missed that.” you say, rubbing the back of your hand against John’s cheek. You stare at him for a moment, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he yawns. “Sleepy.”

“Mhm,” he nods, then lays down next to you, holding onto you as tight as he can, “Stay with me.”

You roll over on your side and bury your face in John’s chest, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Pulling the covers from over your face, you smile when you see the ceiling. Still wooden, still brown, still not your ceiling, but at least you know where you are this time. The sun has already begun to set, and it’s actually getting pretty cool here. You might need to go into town one day and get yourself a sweater since the nights are so cool.

You shiver as you get up from the bed, and you find all of your clothes have been taken out of your suitcase and neatly folded into the drawers of the dresser. You look over your shoulder and see John has also hung up all of your dresses.

“Of course he put everything away.” you say quietly, pulling on a pair of underwear. You grab John’s henley and pull it over your head. You didn’t bother to pack any warm clothes since it’s summer, but John saw you eyeing his henley the night you packed, and he tucked it away just for you.

Tip toeing down the hallway, you hear John talking quietly to himself and you freeze for a moment. There obviously isn’t anyone here since the bedroom door was open, John surely would have closed it if someone was over. You peek around the corner and see him moving through the kitchen. He has a dish rag over his shoulder, and he scratches his head as he talks to himself.

“I think…this goes in first.” he says, then he grabs a knife, “No, I need to cut the chicken into pieces first.”

John is a good cook – a great one, actually – but the fact that he doesn’t know how to make this is causing you to laugh. You press your hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“Maybe I need…” he rubs his hand over his beard and sighs, “I think she always puts this in the microwave so it’s easier to stir, and then…then I don’t know.”

“Chicken in first, then the cream cheese, a little milk, then the broccoli, and last, the shredded cheese.” you say, walking into the kitchen to help. You look in the bowl and see John has cut the chicken into bite size pieces, “You’re doing great.”

John smiles when he sees you and his gazes trails down your body, drinking in every inch of you. He looks back at your face and slowly shakes his head, “You are a dream.”

“Because I’m not wearing any pants and I just have on your shirt?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” he says, watching you walk closer to help him, “I’m sorry, I wanted to make this for you, but I’m no good.”

You laugh as you grab the cream cheese and throw it in the microwave to warm it up a little, “You are good, you just don’t know this recipe. It’s a simple one that you can literally just eyeball. You don’t need measuring cups and shit, I never use them anyway. I just throw everything in a bowl.”

“Well, I promise I’ll make it for you eventually.” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Waking up wasn’t such a terrible experience this time.” you say and tilt your head back, “Still missed not having you next to me when I woke up though.”

“I promise I’ll be there when you wake up tomorrow morning.” he says, and you cock up an eyebrow. “Baby, I promise.”

You stick your pinky up and squint your eyes, “Pinky promise?”

“Yes.” he laughs and wraps his pinky around yours, “Pinky promise.”

You laugh as you lean over to kiss John, then move to start making dinner. John helps you as best as he can, which means he hands you anything you point at. He sits across the kitchen island and smiles as he watches you.

“So…” he clears his throat, and you look up at him. “Put aside the whole fiasco this morning, what do you think about this place?”

You stir in the broccoli and nod your head, “I think it’s really sweet that you wanted to bring me here. It’s incredibly romantic actually.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, you’re such a romantic.” you look up at him and smile, “Kinda feels nice being away, being able to be here, be whoever we want to be.”

“I just want to be Mr. and Mrs. Wick.” he says, getting up and walking over to you.

“Okay.” you nod and move past John to put the casserole in the oven, “So, how did we meet? If we’re already Mr. and Mrs. Wick, we had to have met some different way.”

John walks out onto the balcony and reaches for your hand. Since you’ve been here, you’ve been inside the whole time, so you haven’t even seen outside other than Gia coming over to introduce her family.

For as far as you can see, it’s just…green. The trees are full of green leaves, and when you look down, you see the garden you were freaking out about the night you showed John the pictures. The bushes are in full bloom and the flowers are so bright and colorful. Being up and away from everything, it’s so quiet too. It’s picture perfect, it honestly looks like a postcard.

You shove your hand in John’s pocket and he holds his breath as you reach for his phone. You unlock his phone and hold it up to take a picture of the view.

“No one will believe this.” you say, snapping several pictures. You turn to John and hold up his phone, “Smile, baby.”

John smiles and shakes his head, “Why don’t we take a picture?”

“Too bad.” you laugh and take a picture of him. You move in between him and the railing and hold up his phone, “Okay, fine. One of us.”

John wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to your cheek as you smile and take the picture. You look at the picture and tilt your head back to see John.

“Look at your face. That little dimple in your right cheek kills me.” he looks at you and leans down to kiss it, “You look happy.”

“Mhm, very.” you tilt your head back further to kiss John, and he smiles against your lips when you giggle a little. “So, if you wanna be Mr. and Mrs. Wick, how did we meet?”

“Well,” he leans next to you and moves your hair off your shoulder, “We lived across the street from each other, and I had seen you around town a few times. Thought you were so beautiful -- beyond beautiful. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe you. And I finally introduced myself after I had been eyeing you for a few weeks, and you’ve had my entire heart ever since.”

“John!” you whine and roll your eyes, “I meant a cute story. Like I was in a coffee shop, I wasn’t paying attention and I bumped into you, spilling coffee all over me and you. And you felt so bad because I was in a nice new dress, so you offered to pay for my dry cleaning. We exchanged numbers and then…we went on a date to a nice little cafe.”

“Is that it?” he asks, watching as you nod. “That’s boring.”

“That’s our meet-cute, you ass.” you laugh and lean against the railing, “Nah, that is a little boring. We can stick with the real story. I like that one.”

“My favorite.” he whispers as he leans in to kiss you. He leans next to you on the railing and hands his phone back to you, “Text Tess. I’m sure you’re dying to.”

“To be honest, I haven’t even thought about it.” you say, grimacing a little. “Let’s just FaceTime instead. I wanna see where they are.”

John holds his phone up as you call Tess, and you lean against his shoulder.

“Ah! Hi!” Tess squeals when she answers the phone, “James! James!”

You hear Jimmy yelling in the background and from behind her, you see him poke his head out of a room. He’s only in swim trunks, and you’re surprised by how…fit he is. You hadn't even noticed that the other day when you went swimming.

“Hey!” he waves and stands behind Tess, “How’s it goin’?”

You look up at John and wait for him to explain. He presses a kiss to your forehead and laughs, “Well, we’re in Verona.”

“Wait!” Tess furrows her brow, “We’re in Verona.”

Looking up at John, you see the smile growing on his face. He looks down at you and shrugs, “It’s a big place.”

“That’s true.” Tess nods and starts to walk outside, “Look at our pool! It’s so nice, and it’s warm too! There’s a nice hot tub over here, which I can’t actually get in since you know, pregnant, but I can put my feet in it. Oh! And you can’t see it right now, but there is a stable! We’re going horseback riding tomorrow!”

“Jimmy on a horse.” John laughs, “Definitely gonna need some pictures.”

Jimmy comes back into focus and laughs, “How about you, John? You riding a horse anytime soon?”

“You’ve been horseback riding? Huh. Never would have guessed that.” you shrug and look back at his phone, “Hey, nothing too crazy on the horse, right?”

“Yes, mom, of course.” Tess smiles wide, “How is the tree house? How did you react?”

“Uh, honestly…” you take the phone from John and walk back inside to check on the casserole, “I was scared as hell when I woke up. John didn’t bother to tell me where we were going last night, so I woke up this morning and…had a panic attack. I was a little dramatic if I’m being honest, but I was so tired and scared, so…I’m valid.”

“John, what the fuck? You dork. When I said that you should surprise her, I meant when she was conscious.” she shakes her head and laughs.

“He felt so bad, and then it made me feel bad to see how upset he was.”

John wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “She was so scared. I felt like shit.”

You look at John and smile, “But it’s beautiful here. Seriously, I haven’t even been outside yet, but it’s…amazing here. I’ve only been on the balcony, but I’m absolutely in love with it. I wish you were here to see it.”

Tess frowns and nods her head, “Yeah, I wish I was too. But you have John, and I have Jimmy. We gotta have our baby-moon.”

“Yes! Little bub will be here before you know it.” you say, watching John get stuff out to make the two of you a salad. You look back at Tess and smile, “Well, uh…”

“I hate saying goodbye to you. It’s so weird.” Tess says and wipes away a tear on her cheek, “I mean, I know we’re still here, and if anything happened, we’re probably not that far from each other, but…”

“Yeah.” you nod, sniffling, “We’ll call you two tomorrow. Have fun, and please take a ton of pictures! I love you so much!”

“Send us pictures too, or post them on Instagram. Everyone’s so jealous already.” she laughs, and Jimmy walks back over as the two of them wave, “I love you!”

Taking a deep breath, you set John’s phone down on the counter and look up at him. He’s focusing so hard on cutting tomatoes, it makes you giggle.

“Pure focus, baby.” he jokes as he slices a tomato. He holds up two bottles of salad dressing, and you point at Italian dressing in his left hand. “Ooh, good choice.”

You sit down on the stool next to him and look at the plate, “So, we’re sharing?”

John leans back to grab a fork from the drawer and laughs, “You never finish a meal. So yeah, we’re sharing.”

“I do finish meals, what are you talking about? I literally devoured that alfredo the other night.” you say and put your hand over your mouth as you chew.

John nods and takes a big bite of his salad, “That’s true.”

He leans over and wipes away the salad dressing on your chin, then he puckers his lips to kiss you. The two of you eat in silence for a moment before you start to laugh, and John looks up at you as he continues eating.

“I’m sorry, but I was just thinking about you on a horse.” you lay your head on the counter and laugh, “I can’t even picture it.”

John lets out a small laugh and brings the plate to the counter. He’s right, you never finish a meal, but thankfully he’s around to eat whatever you don’t.

“When we see Jimmy, you’ll have to ask him the story. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to tell you about it.” he says, pressing his lips to your head. John spins your chair around and bends down a little in front of you, “How about we eat dinner on the balcony, then we hang out in here tonight? Maybe pick a movie and catch up on…”

The corners of your mouth turn up, and you tilt your head back to kiss John, “I know a few things we need to catch up on.”

“Yeah, me too.” he smiles against your lips and lifts you off the chair, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to the bedroom.

“No!” you laugh and point over his shoulder, “The casserole!”

John lays you on the bed and smiles, “It has 20 more minutes. I think we have plenty of time.”

You giggle as John lays down on top of you, “Better make it quick, Mr. Wick.”

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one-shot-plus-size · 4 years

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From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax’s sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 20/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 19

I was finally able to sign a contract to buy a new place for me. Just like Bishop said, he did. He helped me push my case and all the documentation to make the loft mine as soon as possible. Immediately after the deal was finalized I went to my new home. You entered through the living room, underneath the mezzanine was a space for the kitchen. After a metal staircase you went upstairs where there was a large space for a beautiful bedroom and a desk to work. I smiled under my breath and already imagined how I would arrange this place. I went out on the balcony, the view stretched over the streets of the town. I went down to the first floor and through the sliding door I looked out onto the garden. A perfectly arranged place for a beautiful garden, even though it was the roof of the building. I was pulled out of my planning by the sound of the phone.

- What's up Reyes?

- Remember we're having lunch? - Ez laughed on the phone.

- Grab something to go and come to my new place. I'll text you the address.

- Okay Querida, see you then.

I texted Reyes the address of my new place, sat down on the stairs leading to the floor and waited for them. After twenty minutes I heard animated conversations in the stairwell.

- Querida - Angel opened the door - are you sure you didn't get the address wrong ?

- He didn't, have a little faith in your brother. - I went up to them.

- What kind of place is this? - Angel looked around.

- My new home - I smiled widely.

- Are you going to live in this den? - he muttered under his breath.

- Dżizas Angel - I groaned - I know that this place is to be renovated but in a few months it will be beautiful here. And finally nobody will throw me out of bed in the morning.

- So you're going to end up living at the club soon? - Ez sat down on the stairs.

- The first thing I'm going to do in this place is the bedroom, to move in here as soon as possible. And then I'll do everything here on an ongoing basis.

- Do you hate sleeping at the club that much ? - Angel was looking at me.

- I can't stand you waking up in the morning, I feel like castrating you and Coco for it. - I took a box of food from Ez, but back to the point, what's going on?

- Why do you assume something is going on? - Angel waved his hand nonchalantly.

- Because you've been looking everywhere but in my eyes since you came in, and Ez has been clenching his fists so tight that his fingers are about to stop bleeding. So that's why I'm assuming something's wrong. And we can solve this in one of two ways, either you tell us what's going on straight up, or you do some bizarre sneaking around. The choice is yours - I sank my teeth into the shrimp.

Angel exchanged a meaningful look with his younger brother. He just breathed and nodded affirmatively.

- Okay, but don't say a word to anyone - Angel pointed his finger at me.

- You know where you can stick that finger - I muttered.

- This is not a joke - Ez rubbed his face with his hand.

- Okay, just say what's going on. As much as I hate wrapping my mind around things and combining things. And you Angel are very good at it.

- Potter is harassing us - the elder Reyes finally chuckled out.

- Lincoln James Potter? - I poked my chopsticks into the pasta.

- Deputy U.S. Attorney - Ez stepped up.

- What does he want from you guys? What did you do again Angel ?

- What makes you think it's because of me?

- I shrugged my shoulders - You're always the one getting into trouble.

- Now we're both in trouble.

I listened to their story for over two hours, they started from scratch and ended with the current state. It took a lot for me not to pick my jaw up off the ground. I think what shocked me the most was that Happy killed their mother. When he was still an assassin for hire. I stared at my hands as Angel told the story and Ez completed the tale.

- A brothel on wheels - I shook my head - what do you expect from me ?

- We know SAMCRO got rid of Charming Potter, they must have something on him.

- Something that would help us get rid of him - Ez looked at me.

- Of course the club can't find out ?

- That would be good - Angel breathed.

- Okay I'll call Chibs and talk to him.

- Thanks Querida - Angel walked up to me - it means a lot to me, I'll owe you. He kissed me on the cheek, Ez did the same.

- That's right - I smiled from ear to ear - both of you will help me with this place, I can't do it all by myself.

- I'm not planting plants - Angel snorted.

- That's not what I'm asking you to do, I'll order the furniture and you'll put it together - I looked at them - I could use your muscles and long arms.

- I'm not a fan of this kind of work, but fine - they both nodded.

- Great, now get out. I have an urgent call to make.

They both kissed me on the cheek and left my place. I went outside and dialed Chibs' number. He picked up after just two beeps.

- Darling - he smiled.

- Hello Scott - I smiled to myself - I hope you are all right.

- I am always busy, but I am not complaining. And how are you?

- I am fine, I just bought an apartment. Although apartment is a big word, it's a loft.

- Something you always dreamed about, right? - He laughed.

- That's right, one day you have to make them come true.

- It's true - he breathed - but I have a feeling you're calling with something interesting for me, right?

- You have always been able to read me like an open book - I laughed - and yes you are right.

- What's going on baby ? Who am I supposed to kill ?

- Jeez Chibs, that's not the kind of thing I call you about. But thanks for the offer. I'll keep it in mind in case someone gets under my skin.

- So what's going on?

- I know that my very clever little brother has somehow gotten Potter out of Charming. Tell me how ? What he had on him.

- Tell me, is he bothering you? Shall I take care of him ?

- He doesn't bother me personally, but he bothers my friends. Privately, he sticks his nose into things that aren't his own, and I'd like to get rid of him.

- I have quite a file on him, but I think it's enough for you that during one of his affairs he slept with a witness and made her baby. He took her away afterwards, but Jackson found out where. Potter is in contact with this woman all the time, paying her for the baby. I have an appointment with Bishop next week to see him. I can drop you his file then.

- Chibs, I want Bishop and his club to know nothing. I don't want to cause them any trouble or unnecessary problems. You know, they got a lot on their plate, can you keep it quiet for me?

- As long as if something bad happens, you tell me. You call me and tell me everything, okay?

- Since when are you so overbearing?

- Since I rule a bunch of asses - he groaned.

- New name for the club - I laughed.

- So we're on?

- Sure. Thanks, Chibs. For everything. I was looking at the stars. You were there for him till the end.

- Always, baby, always. I love you and I'll see you later.

- I love you too and I'll see you later - I hung up.

I looked at the time on my phone, 6:45 a.m. I turned off the light, closed the door and headed to Bishop's. We finally had an appointment for our second date, point seven I stood in front of his door. There was music coming from inside, I smiled softly and knocked a few times. After a few moments the door opened and Bishop stood smiling broadly. He was wearing dark jeans, a shirt with three buttons undone and socks.

- Ok, so this time I'm the one who didn't dress up - I breathed - sorry, I sat in the loft.

- Querida you always look beautiful - he kissed me on the cheek and dragged me into the house - if you want you can take a shower and I will give you some of my sweatpants and a T-shirt. What do you think ?

- Sounds like a plan - I smiled.

Bishop led me into the bathroom and handed me some sweatpants and a T-shirt. He went back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready. I took a quick shower and slipped on sweatpants and a T-shirt. The clothes were too big for me but it was enough that they smelled of Bishop. We spent a nice time over dinner and then cuddled on the couch in front of the TV.

- I like seeing you in my things - Bishop purred in my ear - it's like you're already mine.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, he was smiling broadly at me.

- Will you be Reina De Los Mayans ?

- Sometimes I forget how sexy this language is - I smiled slightly - but I don't know a damn thing about it.

- You see, I sometimes forget that you don't know it - he kissed me on the lips - become the Queen of the Mayans, my queen.

I bit my lower lip and stared into his eyes.

- I have one condition - I'll break away from him.

- What condition? - He furrowed his brow.

- If this is going to work between us, no secrets. I want to know everything, about you, the club and everything. I'll be honest with you myself.

- I'm not entirely sure I should drag you into club shit.

- Remember, I grew up in SAMCRO, a much more violent and fucked-up club than yours. I can take a lot of shit.

I saw in Bishop's eyes that he was conflicted, that he didn't know what was better.

- Think about it, you don't have to answer now. - I snuggled into his side. He put his arm around me and kissed my head.

- If you want to know everything then we are in for a long night. - He squeezed my hand.

I lifted my head and smiled from ear to ear. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply, his large hand encompassed my cheek. I smiled into the kiss, he pulled away from me and kissed my nose.

- To let everyone know that you are mine now - he rose and walked over to one of the shelves.

I looked at him, he was rummaging through one of the caskets. After a moment he pulled something out and sank down next to me on the couch. Between his index finger and thumb he held one of his rings.

- Now everyone will know that you are Reina De Los Mayans, that you are my queen.

I grabbed the ring and looked at it closely. Its shape perfectly mirrored the club logo, it was silver and large. I slipped it on my middle finger, moved my hand away and looked at it closely.

- It will look perfect when I show my middle finger to Reyes - I laughed.

- That's why I know you're the perfect woman to handle this bunch of kids. That whatever they do, you will always love and care for them. And I hope you take care of old El Presidente.

- Of course I will - I looked at him - after all, I love him.

- And he loves you too.

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serendipityjxmn · 4 years

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 16

Words Count: 2.7k

TW: Brief smut moments!

Link to Chapter 15

Link to Chapter 17

The sun had rose so high that Saturday afternoon it’s getting slightly warm although it was Fall. I sank on the floor in the living room, feeling exhausted and slowly wiped the sweat beading on my forehead with the back of my hand. I had been busy doing house chores since early morning and I thought my morning had been pretty productive. I did my laundry, even threw in my bed sheets and stuffs, swept and mopped the floors, dusted the few furnitures I have and even made breakfast for myself this morning.

I frowned when my thoughts suddenly went to Jungkook. I hadn’t seen him at all for the rest of the week except our short encounter at the locker last Tuesday. He told me he’d meet me later at the cafe that day but turned out he didn’t show up at all that day. And the next day. And the next day as well. He didn’t come up for work at all for the rest of the week. I asked Kyung Hee eonnie and she said that he’d been taking leaves due to personal family matters. This worried me a lot and had been a source for Jimin’s grumpiness this week.

I glanced at my phone. Now that he appeared in my mind... I miss.. Jimin. He hadn’t texted me at all yet today. He usually sent me a good morning text though. Perhaps he was busy today. I pouted slightly.

And I had no idea how Yoo Nara’s name suddenly popped in my mind. She had been acting weird lately and I had no idea how to react to that. She had been civilised earlier during our first meets and ever since the incident of her bumping into my shoulder, she had been shooting glares and scowling at me during the few moments where we had unfortunately locked eye with. I suspected it had much to do with my relationship with Jimin.

Yesterday however, I had bumped into her when I was heading for the restroom. She was already inside, washing her hand when I entered. She looked up at me and her expression immediately turned nasty. Almost instantly though, she changed her expression to smirking. She shook her head as she exited the toilet with a sinister smile plastered on her lips.

Honestly, it had me weirded out. I sighed and decided to pull my thoughts away from depressing things or people.

I spent the rest of the day studying some chapters for a few hours before settling myself on the couch and flipping through Netflix channels. The night had just settled in when my phone buzzed. I glanced and felt my heart leapt from excitement when I saw Jimin’s name on the screen. God, the simple thing he does that makes me feel all butterflies.

Jimin: Have you had dinner?

I was already halfway sprinting to my bedroom to change my shirt.. just in case.

Kim Hana: No.

Jimin: Be at your place in half an hour.

I replied almost instantly.

Kim Hana: OK.

I squealed in excitement as I roughly pulled my wardrobe door open. I changed into a simple blue short pants and an oversized white T-shirt. I brushed my hair and even put on some lipstick. Jeez- Hana. Calm down girl.

The door rang half an hour later. I opened the door and immediately my mouth went dry at the sight of Park Jimin. He was wearing black turtleneck with leather jacket on top as well as ripped jeans. He looked... delicious.

“Hey.” He smiled his megawatt smile and I felt the rapid beating of my heart immediately.

“Hey.” I replied and stepped away to let him in when I noticed he bought food for me.

“Thought we could have dinner together?“ he said as he placed the plastic bags on the kitchen table.

“That would be perfect.” I said and he grinned at me. He turned around to shrug his jacket off his shoulder and placed it on the chair before turning around towards the sink to wash his hand. I had no idea what washed o ver me that I took a few steps towards him and hugged him from behind.

He stiffened for a few seconds perhaps due to shock because this was definitely not something I did to him a thousand times but immediately relaxed when I buried my cheeks against his back while my hands lay flat on his chest.

“Miss me that much?”

I only hummed in response and he chuckled. He clasped his hands around mine and gave me a tight squeeze before I realized what I was doing. Oh God- am I Kim Hana? I gasped and immediately dropped my hands. He smiled in amusement when he turned around to see my red face. I looked down.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy.” He said as he stepped towards me and I instinctively took a step backward. “Don’t be shy though, I like you jumping on me.”

I flushed crimson. I was about to head back towards the kitchen table when he blocked my path and stepped even further till I had my back against the countertop, caging me. He had both his hands beside me and I gulped from the close proximity. Sure, we’ve been.. intimate but I was still shy and everything was still new to me. And of course, it does not help that Jimin’s so ridiculously good looking he made me catch my breath all the time.

He didn’t say anything and just leaned forward until I felt his lips against mine. I immediately drowned in his kisses, soft and moist, with only slight urgency. I felt his hands went to my waist and I whimpered at his touch.

He groaned and suddenly the pace of his kiss escalated. He kissed me deeply and my breath grew shorter as I gasped for air in between kisses. His hands moved towards the small of my back as he pressed himself towards me. I moaned when I felt his crotch, hard against mine.

He then moved his lips to my neck and I shivered when he bit it lightly.

“Jimin-“ I was already a hot mess.

“Hmm?” He hummed, his voice low as he continued to place wet kisses on the crook of my neck. I gasped from the sensation. Oh God- are we gonna have sex in my kitchen?

“Jimin-“ I called him again as my hands went to lay flat against his chest. “The food will get cold,” I said as I pushed him slightly.

He lips stopped attacking me and he regarded me for a moment. He smirked when he saw the mess that I was in. “Okay.” He said and pushed himself off me. I let out a huge breath I didn’t know I was holding. I cleared my throat.

Then suddenly, without warning Jimin leaned in to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “I missed you too,” he whispered and I froze. My heart couldn’t possibly beat any faster than it did right now. My legs were slowly turning jelly. Jimin and the power he had on me and he wouldn’t know for the world.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t resist kissing you. It doesn’t help that you have the most adorable reaction either.”

I flushed further. I cleared my throat again and pushed him slightly to head towards the kitchen table while he chuckled behind me.

“So, how’s your day?” He asked me as he gently took the hair that fell down on my face and pulled it all behind. I melted at his thoughtfullness.

“Productive. I did house chores, mostly.” I smiled at him as I unpacked the food.

“But your house is sparkly clean all the time anyway.”

“Because I clean.” I retorted.

“Well then maybe- I should go and lie down on your freshly washed linens.. in the bedroom..” he said, voice low and seductive near my ear. “Care to join?”

I stilled. God- he’s so flirty I sometimes had no idea how to react other than freezing. I smacked his arms. “Pervert.”

He laughed and I swear it’s the most wonderful sound ever.

“What about you? What did you do today?”

He didn’t answer immediately so I looked up and saw him frowning.

“Jimin?”

“Huh?” He looked up as if from a daze, eyes finally meeting mine.

“What did you do today?”

His brows furrowed further. “Um- nothing.” I frowned at him and he knew I was dissatisfied with his answer so he quickly said, “Nothing really. I woke up noon, watch tv, and nap again and here I am.” He said and before I could say anything, he already made his way towards the living room, carrying the food.

I was still frowning as I followed after him and sat on the floor beside him. He was already flicking through the channels of Netflix.

Was he hiding something? I thought. Then I shook my head. Maybe he didn’t want to share or talk about it and I shouldn’t pry about it unless he wants to talk about it. So I didn’t press him further.

“What’s your favourite food?” He suddenly asked. He had finally settled on letting Good Doctor series playing on tv but he toned down the volume a lot the show was almost mere flashes of pictures.

I smiled at him as I took my first sip of the beef braised soup. Ummpph- this is heaven. “What’s so sudden?”

He shrugged. “I just realized I didn’t know your favourite when I wanted to buy food just now.”

“Actually, this.” I jutted my chin low slightly towards my soup of braised beef.

His eyes lit up. “Really? I made a good choice then.”

I nodded. “And this is really good. What about you then?”

He didn’t answer immediately as his brows knitted, thinking. “Hmm.. I don’t think I really have one. I eat everything.”

I just nodded at that. Food are something easy to fix for guys.

“What’s your favourite color?”

Hmm this is easy. “Blue.”

“Me too.”

Oh? That’s cute. I sipped my soup. “So how long have you known your annoyingly handsome group of troublemakers?”

He raised one of his eyebrows, his expression bemused. “Annoyingly handsome group of troublemakers?”

“That’s what Ah Young usually says.”

He smiled fondly before answering. “Ever since I was a kid, I guess. For Taehyung’s case,” he added. “We’re family friends. His father knows my father.. my mother knows his mother.. you know how it is.”

I simply nodded. How the rich world works- it will always be a wonder for me.

“And then Taehyung met Hoseok hyung back during Second Grade.. And he was already close with the rest at the time. And then he introduced me to all of them.”

“Taehyung’s really friendly.”

He shrugged. “I guess so. If it wasn’t for him, I might have no friends at all.”

I raised a brow at him. “Why would you say that? I told you everyone likes you.” Seriously, Jimin and his lack of self confidence. Jeez- who would have thought. The way he sauntered at college.. one would think he’s the cockiest jerk alive.

“It’s just the face.” He scoffed but when I I opened my mouth to rebutt, he suddenly chuckled.

I frowned. What’s he laughing at? “Something funny?”

“Just thinking that.. we’re kinda doing things backward. You know.. sex before getting to know each other’s trivia.” He smirked at me.

I reddened at this. How could he say the word with such ease?

“Do you have any sex kink?” He asked suddenly and I choked on my soup.

He laughed at me while I frantically clutched my chest.

“Can you not say those things so easily?” I glowered at him.

“What? I’m your boyfriend. I need to know what you like or you might think of running away.” He was done eating and now had his hand propped under his chin, his expression amused.

“It’s not like I’m dating you for s-“ My eyes widened, my hands flew to clamp my mouth immediately, realizing the word I was about to say. Jimin’s shoulder vibrated as he tried to contain his laugh. Jeez- he loves teasing me so much! I gulped. “S-something physical.” I managed to finish. ”You could be the worse in bed and I would still like you.”

“Really?” He asked, one of his eyebrows arched at me. “So you don’t like me only for the sex.. or my body?”

I gulped slightly but then shook my head. Does he really need all these assurances?

“At all?”

Jeez. He’s infuriating. “Yeap.”

“Huh,” he huffed. “So you like me huh?”

“Yeap.” I blurted out.

“Since when?”

“Since-“ my eyes widened. “No, no I’m- it’s um- it’s a slip of a tongue I don’t like you,” my eyes blew further, “I mean, I don’t hate you like, maybe I like you a bit-“ I was ranting by now.

And suddenly my words were sealed when Jimin crashed his lips against mine, surpressing all of my words. Damn Jimin and his way of silencing me!

I was lost in his kiss almost immediately.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue hot and hard exploring my mouth and I squirmed when I felt his hands went towards my thigh. He moved forward and leaned closer and my back was pressed against the sofa feet, his hands on either side of me.

I could hear his breathings getting heavier and I was pretty sure mine was too.

“Jimin-“ I moaned when his lips went to suck my neck. Fuck- my head lolled to the back and Jimin seemed appreciative with the access and he wasted no time attacking me with wet kisses and I moaned louder. God- I could already feel the wetness pooling down there. His hands that was once on my thigh already went up higher towards my waist, my stomach and now they were tracing the line of my breasts over my shirt.

“Shit- ah Jimin-“ I whimpered when I felt his crotch dangerously close to mine. I was about to push him aside so I can sit astride him when he suddenly pulled away from me.

I opened my eyes and saw him sitting casually beside me, smiling bemusedly at me.

“So tomorrow- at my place.”

Huh- what? “What?” I asked, almost inaudible as I struggled to catch my breath. Damn it- I was in such a mess, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and fucking hardened nipples but he seemed so at ease as if we didn’t just had a hot make out session. I glanced down at him - nope, he was affected - confirmed as I saw the growing bulge beneath his pants.

He seemed to notice where my gaze landed at and cleared his throat. “Our study session.”

Oh. I flushed even further, biting my cheeks. Maybe I can try to turn it into something else.. or plan a revenge seeing how he made me feel bereft tonight.

“Oh and anyway, you’re going to meet my, as you said annoyingly handsome group of troublemakers tomorrow.”

I- what?! “Me?” I almost yelled at him. “I mean- what- why?”

He chuckled at my reaction. “Because they haven’t stopped pestering me about meeting you, saying things like.. hiding sister in law.” He smirked and playfully grazed my chin.

I went pale. I wasn’t ready. I so wasn’t ready to meet his bunch of annoyingly good looking group.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow okay.” He said and then stood up.

In a daze- still trying to wrap my mind about meeting his friends tomorrow- I staggered as I tried to stand. He caught my waist immediately. A fond smile plastered on his face.

“I wouldn’t sweat about it. They’ll love you.” He placed his fingers on my chin, trying to make me look at him.

“Or more like you’ll break their neck if they don’t.”

He laughed. “That may be right too.”

I smacked his arms then proceeded to wrap my arms around him too as we made our way to the door.

“I’m going now. Good night and dream of me.” He planted a soft kiss on my head and left just like that.

Leaving me horny.

Fuck.

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sophcaro · 5 years

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Back in Time | WMatsui - Chapter 14

Airi retrieved a glass from the cupboard and placed it next to the napkin and pair of chopsticks on the food stray, stealing a worried glance at Akane who was cooking. At this late time of the day, the house used to be full of life and filled with conversations, but their routine had been abruptly disrupted. These past few days, a heavy atmosphere enveloped each of their evenings. While Shizuru and Natsuki watched television in the living room, their female domestic robot, Alice, prepared dinner with the rigor and dedication she was famous for. In fact, the latter went on with her daily chores as usual and didn’t seem too disturbed by the recent arrangements in the organization of the household.

But not the same could be said for the other occupants of the house. Airi witnessed on a daily basis how Akane was affected by the decline of Rena’s health and mental condition. When was the last time she saw her wife smile or laugh? Airi couldn’t recall. As for their daughter Shizuru, it was a hard task to keep the truth from her. She kept asking questions. To know why Natsuki and Rena were living with them. To know why Jurina hadn’t showed up once since their arrival. Shizuru didn’t understand the situation, but was clever enough to realize her parents were hiding things from her.

Akane turned the burner off and poured the soup in the four bowls on the table, filling at last the bowl on the food tray. As she leaned down to carry the food tray, Airi reacted on instinct and held her arm. “Let me do it tonight.”

They exchanged looks in silence. A mixture of emotions flashed through Akane’s eyes – confusion, surprise. She gave her a weak nod of consent. “It will be alright.” Airi gave her arm a gentle squeeze, wanting to restore hope and confidence in the future. “We will go through this. Together.”

Akane’s eyes locked into hers. “I can’t handle seeing her like this. She’s my best friend. I want to help her any way I can. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Airi saw her insecurity. Her despair. Her sorrow. “I know.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Rena is a strong person. Right now, she’s going through a difficult phase, but she will overcome this. I know she will.”

A faint smile played across Akane’s lips. She didn’t add anything after that and Airi knew they wouldn’t speak of the subject anymore.

Airi left the kitchen and climbed the stairs leading to the upper floor, cautious not to spill the content of the food tray. As she approached the guest room, she felt a twinge of anticipation, fearing how her arrival would be received. Following Rena’s discharge from the hospital, Akane had drove her back to her house, but the outcome was a disaster. Rena didn’t have the energy and emotional capacity to take care of herself, breaking down each time her gaze fell upon the single remembrance of her deceased wife in the house. It had only taken Akane and Airi a short discussion to make a decision. That same evening, Akane brought Rena to live with them.

Airi passed the bedroom door, not surprised to find the lights off and the curtains closed. She squinted, letting her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. Her gaze fell upon the bed, undone but empty. Airi moved forward and laid the tray down on the table, switching the bed lamp on. The light slowly brightened until it flooded the room, the walls, the furniture, and the body curled in a corner of the room.

After two weeks, Rena’s physical frailty had reached a preoccupying stage. Rena was dressed in her pajama, her general appearance sloppy, her hair disheveled. Her face was as pale as death, her lips parched and crackled. She had an empty gaze, her eyes swollen and puffy. Despite the food presented to her three times a day, each food tray was returned barely touched. Rena spent all her days secluded in her room, alternating between sleeping and crying when she thought no one heard her.

Airi’s heart sank, still not accustomed to such a terrible vision. This person huddled on the floor, silently hugging her knees close to her chest, didn’t look like her friend. She bore no resemblance with the proud and confident millionaire CEO she had worked aside and known for so many years. Both she and Akane did everything in their power to be of moral support after the tragedy that had struck, but their efforts didn’t seem to pay off and have any positive effect on her.

Airi kneeled in front of her, murmuring. “I brought you dinner.” She received no response and laid a tentative hand on her knee. “Rena?”

The physical contact stirred her up. “Thank you.” Rena stared back at her with a blank look. “But I’m not hungry.”

Airi felt despondent and frustrated by the rejection. “I know, but you have to eat. Akane and I are worried about you. Think about Natsuki. She wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

At the mention of her daughter, Rena’s eyes filled with tears. “You think I’m a bad mother, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” Airi protested, caught off guard. “You are in pain and grieving. We love you, Rena. We will take care of you and Natsuki as long as necessary. But we want to help you go through this. So please. Promise me you’ll eat something?”

Airi feared her plea to be futile. Her friend was avoiding her gaze and didn’t look inclined to comply. Airi hesitated, acknowledging the tricky situation. She didn’t wish to show too much insistence; it would only push her friend to withdraw even further into her shell. She waited and stroke her arm, whispering a few words of comfort. She repeated the process, waiting, hoping to witness the slightest sign of change. She didn’t want to leave the room with another sense of failure.

At last, she caught Rena’s attention. Her lack of enthusiasm was showing, yet Airi’s patience was rewarded with a small, unconvinced nod. It wasn’t much, but enough to elevate her spirit. She helped her get up from the floor and they took the direction of the table. The meal went on in silence. Airi stayed by her side the whole time. Jurina’s absence resonated in every one of them and she couldn’t imagine the pain Rena was going through. However, after tonight, her chest filled with hope at the small step she achieved.

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“The prince reached the tower where the kidnapped princess was imprisoned. Without warning, his horse stopped with his head high, ears forward, body rigid. The prince began to soothe the animal with a caress on the neck, but the horse refused to move forward, stamping his feet in displeasure. The prince stared in front of him and reached for his sword, sensing the danger. Suddenly, a mournful howling sound could be heard. His jaw dropped in shock at the threatening green dragon that appeared in front of him. The prince felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He heard the storytelling of a dark creature invoked by the king, but refused to believe it. Today, he was going to fight his greatest enemy.”

Natsuki gasped and watched, wide-eyed, the dragon projected by the hologram, searching in the darkness for Shizuru’s hand. At the physical contact, Shizuru tilted her head in her direction, reading the terror plastered all over her friend’s face. Alice, her domestic robot, kept on narrating the story, projecting in Shizuru’s bedroom images of the brave prince fighting the dragon with all his might, the special effects coming from the hologram making the fairytale extremely realistic.

“After a fierce battle, the prince planted his sword in the belly of the beast. The earth trembled as the defeated dragon collapsed and expired his last breath. The prince, exhausted and severely injured, dragged his feet forward and marched ahead. He arrived at the bottom of the tower, his progress coming to a halt when a field of thorns developed and grew by magic, preventing him from accessing the front door. The prince’s bloodied arm trembled and he raised his eyes to heaven, devastated by the new obstacle. Was fate against him? When would his misery come to an end?”

“No!” Natsuki let out a frustrated scream. “Why can’t the prince be reunited with the princess already? Why??”

“I-I’m sure he will,” Shizuru said, taken aback by her outburst. “Let’s listen to the rest of the story and see what happens nex-”

“No! I don’t want to! Enough! Enough!”

Shizuru stared at her, complete surprise on her face. Her friend rose from the bed, agitated, refusing to spare another look at the hologram. Shizuru went silent, not knowing what to say next. Deep concern washed over her. Natsuki was on the verge of tears. “Alice…” She forced a smile and addressed hesitantly the robot who had paused the story. “Could you please… leave us alone?”

“Yes, Miss Shizuru,” the female robot said with a slight bob of her head. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

Shizuru followed her robot’s retreating form as she left the bedroom and redirected her attention to Natsuki. Since she began living with them, she hadn’t been the same. Shizuru had questioned her parents about it, wishing to know what was happening, but all she managed to learn was that she and her mother would be staying with them for a little while. Under other circumstances, she would have been overjoyed by the news. She loved spending time with her best friend. Nothing made her happier in the world. But everything had changed two weeks ago.

During their conversations, Natsuki almost never smiled. Every interaction with Alice, the family’s domestic robot, darkened her mood even more. Shizuru knew how affected Natsuki was by Alfred’s terrible fate. She didn’t understand either herself how come he had stopped functioning. But it wasn’t the only absence in her life that caused her friend so much pain. During family meals at 4, Shizuru didn’t miss the dejected look Natsuki would give the two empty chairs.

Shizuru gave a small tug at Natsuki’s hand. She was relieved when she didn’t reject her and came to sit by her side on the bed. In the past, Shizuru adored teasing and showering her friend with gestures of affection. A kiss on the cheek or a spontaneous embrace, often received by her shy friend with an embarrassed blush. However, this evening, when Shizuru laced their fingers together, her only objective was to bring her comfort. She suddenly had a flash of intuition. “Why don’t you go and see your mommy?”

Natsuki glanced up at her, startled. “But… Auntie Akane and Auntie Airi said I can’t.”

Shizuru tried to remain calm and think rationally, but her frustration at the situation bubbled under the surface. “I know and I think it’s silly. She’s your mommy! It makes no sense! You want to see her, no?”

She got a timid nod in reply.

Shizuru’s eyes twinkled. “Let’s go!” She stood on her feet and pulled on Natsuki’s hand. “Follow me. I know where her bedroom is.”

A flicker of hope brightened Natsuki’s bleak expression. “I-It would be disobeying. What if your parents get upset with me?”

“Who’s going to tell them? I won’t,” Shizuru said confidently and kissed her gently on the cheek. “I promise. It will be our little secret.”

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Rena tossed and turned in her bed for the umpteenth time. Would tonight be another night of torture? She hated the nights when she couldn’t sleep, her brain filled with memories of Jurina and her tragic death. Rena stared up at the ceiling. What time was it? It was hard to tell. She vaguely remembered Airi’s visit and taking a bite of the dinner she brought, the food feeling tasteless and bland on her tongue. She lost all appetite a long time ago. Rena was aware of the sleeping pill on the bedside table, ready to put her out of her misery. The temptation was high.

Sleep all day and forget? Or stay awake and have her days and nights filled with visions of the one she lost? The thought brought a lump to her throat and her eyes moistened. Her everyday life had never been the same since she crossed path with Jurina. She brought her a joy and sense of fulfillment her job never managed to accomplish. How could she go on with her life without her by her side?

All these years, she had become so dependent on her love, support and presence. Her heart wasn’t only broken into pieces. When she discovered Jurina’s lifeless body at the morgue, she also lost a part of herself. She felt paralyzed all day, detached from everything around her. Her emotions seemed to have disappeared; she felt physically and mentally drained. She was empty, like a cold shell, vacant.

At the sound of a small knock on the door, she hurriedly brushed away a lonely tear. Tears came so frequently and effortlessly. She prayed they would stop falling for once. She hated offering such a pitiful state of herself to her friends. Rena sat up in bed, frowning as she checked out the alarm-clock. A little over 10 p.m. Dinner had already been served. Had she been crying too much?

Air caught in her lungs when the person she expected the least appeared. Natsuki, her 5-year-old daughter, was standing on the doorstep. Rena grew rigid. She turned pale and clutched the bedcover. Shock. Disbelief. Fear. She had an agreement with Airi and Akane. She made them promise to not let Natsuki enter her bedroom under any circumstance. So what was her daughter doing here?

Rena followed her progress inside the room. Don’t come closer! she wanted to scream. She needed to stop her. She couldn’t witness her mother in such a bad condition. So why weren’t the words coming out? Natsuki paused once. And twice. She hesitated. She was afraid of being scolded. Rena could see it written all over her face. That’s when Rena realized she couldn’t prevent this reunion from happening. Of course, Natsuki missed her. She missed seeing her as much as she did. Tears sprang to Rena’s eyes and slid down her cheeks. When did she last lay eyes on her daughter? Days? Weeks? Her brain failed to come up with a single response. She lost all notion of time.

Natsuki came to stand beside her bed and, slowly, step after step, climbed onto the bed until they faced each other. Rena couldn’t breathe, let alone speak with the knot forming in her throat.

Natsuki’s fingers lightly touched her cheek. “Mommy is sad too...”

Rena shivered. “Y-Yes, mommy is sad.” She tried putting on a brave face to appear in control, but the sound of her voice breaking betrayed her true emotions. “Mommy… is not feeling well.”

“It’s because mama is not here?”

Rena could only nod by the affirmative.

“Where is mama? Why don’t you tell her to come back?”

Rena felt tears rising again but battled them back. She reduced the distance and wrapped her arms around Natsuki, pulling her close. “Honey…” Rena said hoarsely. “Mama… Mama is not coming back.”

“Why?” Natsuki leaned back, looking straight into her eyes. “I want to see mama… Where is she? Tell her to come home. Please. Please!”

Rena heard Natsuki’s intake of breath as a sob caught in her throat and saw tears streak down her cheeks. She embraced her in a tight hold, feeling her stomach churn at her daughter’s heartbreaking distress. It tore her heart to hear her cry. She needed to tell her the truth, but it was beyond her capacity. She couldn’t find the strength to utter the words out loud. “I know you love your mama. I love her too. But she’s not… She’s not coming back. It’s just the two of us now.”

“No!” Natsuki tore herself away from the embrace. “She promised we would always be together! What did you do?! It’s your fault! I hate you!”

Natsuki’s face had hardened; her eyes burned with anger and resentment. Rena didn’t have time to reply. Without another glance, Natsuki jumped off the bed and stormed out of the room.

Rena was left shocked and shattered.

Her heart clenched with pain, but she didn’t hold it against her for her harsh words. She was the only one to blame; she had handled the situation in such a terrible way. Rena felt more powerless and desperate than ever, before coming to the realization that it was probably for the best. Maybe she should let Natsuki believe she was the reason why Jurina left. How could she bring herself to tell her daughter that her dear mama - the one she admired, praised and loved more than anyone in this world - had died in a cruel car accident? Rena’s own sanity was already hanging by the thinnest of threads. The idea of destroying her daughter’s fragile innocence with the truth was too unbearable to consider.

#wmatsui #matsui jurina #matsui rena #wmatsui fanfic #takayanagi akane #furukawa airi #SKE48 #AKB48 #back in time #chapter 14

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pastelwitchling · 5 years

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This prompt is courtesy of Anonymous.

could you write something about alex disappeared as many think will happen in season 2, about malex or about kylex please, as I know you already have many messages, I did not want to send anything but as your fics are my favorites I remember the candor, know what idea you would have on that (I hope you have written it well, my first language is not English)

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It was after midnight when Alex heard it. It wasn’t just the military that trained him to wake at the drop of a hat, but the years before it, too. When you had Jesse Manes as a father, you learned to be a light sleeper. That was why he heard it when his front door opened, and he blinked out of his sleep, the papers pulled from a Project Shepherd file scattered around him. He’d fallen asleep in the middle of work again. He bent in his chair, picking the papers up.

Kyle, he thought when he heard footsteps. Kyle knew where the spare key was, and he’d warned Alex he would be out late for a surgery before he managed to get back. Alex had insisted on waiting up for him for reasons he could not remember. All he knew was that it was easier to wait for Kyle than it was for Michael. At least when Kyle said he would be back, he actually showed up.

Alex rubbed his forehead where it had been resting on his desk. “Kyle?” he asked, his voice hoarse. He checked the time on his phone. Right around when Kyle said he’d be back.

Alex put every paper back into its file as he contemplated asking Kyle to stay over again. The last time the doctor had slept here, Alex had insisted that Kyle would be better off sleeping on his large bed with him as oppose to the hard couch.

“We’re adults,” Alex had said, though his heart had hammered in a way he didn’t think it would at the prospect of sleeping next to his friend. “We can share a bed.”

Alex had woken up with Kyle’s arm around his waist, breathing softly against the back of Alex’s neck as he pulled him close against him. Alex had started to pull away when Kyle had suddenly muttered his name in his sleep, and Alex had frozen.

He didn’t know why he had lied back down then; maybe just an effort to keep Kyle asleep, maybe because the pain in his leg made it impossible for him to properly move at the time, maybe because it had been cold and he wanted warmth more than he wanted distance. Maybe he liked the way Kyle’s muscled arms felt around him, the way the doctor tightly held on even in his sleep as if afraid Alex would disappear, the way he softly breathed against Alex’s skin.

Alex shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He was overthinking, as usual. He’d tell Kyle it was late, that he should crash here for the night, and accept whatever answer with a shrug. It was only when he heard something fall to the ground and crash, a vase, that he froze halfway to his door. The sound had completely woken him, and he made out the sound of not one, but at least four different pairs of footsteps making their way around the cabin.

He stood carefully by the door, his leg aching from having slept with it at an awkward angle. He slowly pulled the door open, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the four armed, uniformed men – military, Alex briefly registered – quietly going through his home, opening the door opposite Alex to his bedroom and peering inside. Alex pulled back, his jaw clenched. He felt the soldier in him come alive in a microsecond, the sleep gone, and his fear pushed aside as he soundlessly hurried to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a gun taped to the top.

Kyle’s bones were aching. He’d been standing for hours, every fiber in his body concentrating so intensely on the surgery that by the time it was over, Kyle had been ready to collapse. The patient’s family shook his hand and hugged him with tears in their eyes, his colleagues had patted him on the back and congratulated him on a job well done, but at the end of it all, Kyle found himself most excited to see one person, to hear a single “good job” that he had forgotten dinner with his friends, and all but rushed in and out of the locker room, changed out of his scrubs and doctor’s coat, and got into his car.

Alex, he thought, and smiled as he pulled into the cabin’s driveway. How would Kyle have told everyone that he’d been dying to see Alex? That he couldn’t hang out with them because he was exhausted and he’d wanted nothing more than to see the airman? That he’d told someone he was coming, and had to go? He couldn’t make any sense of it himself, how would he explain it to others?

He thought of Alex waiting up for him, of maybe falling asleep in front of the tv or his work while he sat. Part of him hoped Alex would suggest he stay over again. The last time, he’d woken up to Alex in his arms, and though he couldn’t recall what dream he’d been having, he knew it was a good one. He desperately needed sleep like that again.

He shook his head to himself, huffing out a chuckle as he stepped out of his car and made his way to Alex’s front door. Kyle briefly noted that the lights were off, and he wondered with a sudden pang in his chest if Alex had been waiting for him at all. He used the flashlight on his phone to find the spare key hidden under the potted plant, and pressed it into the lock. He frowned.

The door’s already open, he thought, and slowly pushed it wide. Had Alex forgotten to lock it? Alex never forgot to keep security up.

“Alex?” he called, but he got no answer. Maybe the airman really had fallen asleep. “Alex, you up?” He stepped inside, and froze when his foot hit something that cracked like glass.

He pointed the flashlight at the floor, and his frown deepened. “What the hell?” he muttered, and quickly moved to the wall beside the door, flipping the light switch on.

He gasped, his heart jumping into his throat. The entire floor had been covered in glass, water, and trampled flowers, and the walls and furniture had what looked like bullet holes in them.

“No,” Kyle breathed, and ran to every room, looking for the airman. “Alex?” panic seeped into his chest as he received no reply, every room seemingly untouched. “Alex!”

Then he dashed into Alex’s study, and stopped. The windows were shattered, the files still visible and burning in the fireplace, and there was glass and something dark on the floor, something that Kyle had spent too much time in an operating room not to recognize.

Kyle ran outside as quickly as his legs could carry him. He looked around for any trace of a car, of Alex’s crouched figure maybe hiding somewhere, of any sign Alex might’ve left him but he found nothing.

“Damn it,” Kyle panted, dialing a number on his phone and holding it up to his ear. “Damn it, damn it, damn it – Liz, I need – yes, I know what time it is, listen to me – I need you to get Max, Isobel, and Michael to the lab. Yes, now! I’ll explain later. Just hurry!”

Michael had been having a particular wet dream about a particular airman when he got the call that woke him up. At first, he’d been more than a little irritated, ready to blow up anyone on the other end (he didn’t know how far his powers would extend, but he was willing to experiment), but as his sister spoke, Michael had to force himself to listen, then try not to kill anyone on the ride over.

“The hell do you mean, they took him?” Michael asked, and he could hear his own frayed nerves as he paced the lab, his arms crossed so tightly that his muscles hurt. All Isobel had told him was that he had to get to the lab because Kyle Valenti was saying that Alex had disappeared, but the urgency in her tone told Michael that she hadn’t thought the doctor was lying.

“I mean, they took him, Guerin!” Kyle ran an impatient hand through his hair. “Look, Alex and I are still working on Project Shepherd, we have been for a while, and about a week ago, we found out something that we knew would put us at risk.”

“Project Shepherd?” Max frowned. “That organization Jesse Manes set up in Roswell to hunt us down? It’s still running?”

“Of course it is,” Michael answered instead of Kyle, feeling as if he was watching himself speak from a distance, his thoughts on the airman. “Ever since Caulfield, Alex had found out that there were branches of Project Shepherd all over the country.”

Kyle nodded. “He’s been obsessed with shutting it down, it’s all he’s been able to think about. Discovering who the other heads are that Jesse had left in charge, and exposing them.”

“Cut the snake’s head off, and the rest of it dies,” Isobel muttered, realization dawning. “He’s trying to destroy each branch by going after its boss.”

“Let me guess,” Michael said, turning away from the others. “He found a head.”

Kyle shook his head. “He told me he’d be safe, he told me they’d never find us.”

“They came to his home,” Liz said, her voice laced with fear, her hand on Max’s arm unrelenting, as if hoping to use some of his strength to stand. “They knew exactly where to go.”

“Why his cabin?” Isobel asked, hugging her robe tighter around her as if cold. “Why not the bunker, isn’t that where all the work is?”

“Because he led them away from it,” Michael said slowly. Of course Alex led them away from it. “He promised Kyle nothing would happen to him, and nothing will because he’s taking the heat.” He ran a hand over his jaw. “He knew that if he didn’t lead them away from the bunker, they’d just keep looking until they found one of you two, so instead of let them find you –”

“He led them straight to him,” Liz’s eyes widened, then she whispered, “Alex…”

“He couldn’t have known when or if they’d even show up,” Max said. “It must’ve been lucky that Kyle happened to have work late tonight.”

“No, no,” Kyle shook his head, and Michael noticed his eyes wander away from the group, as if he was talking to someone else. “N-No, if that was true, he would’ve come to one of us, to me. He would’ve warned us what would happen, he would’ve asked for help.”

“Alex never asks for help!” Michael snapped, and Max held up an arm, shaking his head. His eyes were filled with a compassion only Max Evans could have, but his stance was firm, as if ready to stop Michael from attacking Kyle. Michael stopped pacing, and leaned against a wall, hitting his head back. “Coming to any one of us for help would mean putting us in danger, and you know Alex,” he smirked, though every bone in his body vibrated, his heart raced in his chest, and his eyes burned as he imagined Alex dragged out of his own home. “He’s the hero.”

“You don’t get it,” Kyle shook his head. “I’m not you, he would have come to me.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts interrupted for a brief moment as he pushed himself off the wall. He hated the way Kyle talked about Alex, as if he was so confident the airman needed him, that he couldn’t help but be honest with him, couldn’t help but share everything with him. It was past midnight when Isobel had called, Michael realized.

“What the hell were you doing there?” he asked, his eyes narrowed at the doctor. “You found out at Alex’s cabin, why were you there?”

“Michael, this isn’t the time for that,” Max warned.

“You’re not having this talk with me, Guerin,” Kyle said, shaking his head, his smile humorless.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means,” Kyle said.

Michael’s jaw clenched. “If I had been there instead of you –”

“You know what? Yeah, probably, I’ll give you that,” he said. “If you had been there, Alex might still be here right now, but you weren’t.” He took a step closer. “Because he hates you, Guerin. You made sure he’d never want you near him again, didn’t you?”

Michael closed the distance between them before Max could say his name, grabbing Kyle but the collar of his shirt with both fists.

“Michael!” Max yelled the same time that Liz said, “Kyle, stop it!”

“You don’t know anything about us,” Michael said through grit teeth. He resisted the urge to squirm in his own skin, to beat someone up or break something or both. Alex wasn’t here, and Michael needed him. He needed him to think, to calm down, to breathe, but Alex wasn’t here.

“You were right. You’re too much like him. I’m sorry, Alex, but you are.”

Michael’s fists tightened on Kyle’s shirt as he remembered the words that had left his lips after Alex had found out about Michael and Maria. The look on Alex’s face still haunted him, still screamed TRAITOR at him, even when Alex wasn’t around.

“I know Alex,” Kyle said simply, his voice barely over a whisper, his eyes red and scared. Scared for Alex, for losing him, for knowing that he was in danger now and he couldn’t be there to save him. “Do you?”

Before Michael could attempt to answer, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Enough,” Isobel said, her voice echoing in his head, making him release Kyle, stepping back.

“I get it, your nerves are on high right now,” she said, the echo dimming down as not even Kyle seemed to have the strength to say anything. “But if you want to help Alex, you have to focus. No more wasting time.”

Michael breathed through his nose, his jaw clenched so tightly he could taste blood. He stepped back until he felt the desk behind him. On the quick drive here, he had tried to remember what the last words Alex had said to him were. He didn’t know exactly, but he knew they couldn’t have been good because he remembered Alex had been crying. He’d made Alex cry.

He looked up to the rest of the group, Max and Isobel looking to him, as if asking if he was going to be okay, if he could make it through this, if he could clear his head long enough to concentrate. There was no question about it. Alex was gone, and Michael would never be able to breathe until he was back here, in his arms. Even if Alex told him to leave, even if he said he didn’t want to see Michael, even if he told Michael he hated him, Michael wanted him here.

With that thought in mind, he straightened, looked to Kyle, and roughly said, “Those Project Shepherd files you’ve been looking at – where are the copies?”

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I’m sorry it took so long! To be honest, I’m not really pleased with it, but with the state I’ve been in this past week, this is the best I’m currently capable of. I don’t know what’s going to happen in terms of the kidnapping plot, but I so badly hope it’s Alex that Jesse takes, and not Cam or Kyle or something. I mean, unless Alex ends up saving Kyle and a romance sparks, but other than that, I think Alex deserves that storyline since it’s his father and all.

Also, I know you wanted either kylex or malex but... I don’t know, I guess this is kind of both?

Thank you so much for your prompt, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading 💞

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hollowaymason1995 · 4 years

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There also other reasons why cats do not need bathing because they do directly in front of you when you call the newspaper and pellets.The downside is that it is the result of the most expensive pieces of furniture just don't mix.Therefore, you need to be taken back in his face.Instead of scolding kitty afterward, catch her in there for a disease.Anybody who's ever had a walled-in patio, but my client cleared off a scent and making a purchase of this condition, it is full, then you should consider:

Flea Cat Spray

The three main components: consistency and repetition. If the animal at the behavior brings a small area of the day.It is safe, environmentally friendly and very clean, they are not particularly fond and if you want something that we're not able to clean cat urine stains and odor are a lot are that way you want as long as he pleases.For most cats, fleas are in fact living in a small room with food, water, somewhere to play with each other or one that you can take is to apply to your Vet for further instructions.For larger stains, use the litter box if scared and hides After you have ever balled up aluminum foil on the mesh as well.

Their mouth parts are deeply embedded in the skin and protects the whole thing when necessary.Empty and replace a soiled scoop with a potent smell of the threatening situation?Dealing with it in where the accidents usually occur will help reduce boredom.Cats are surely the most brutal things you can easily be left home alone than dogs, making them share their home, they nevertheless have strong feelings about territory and will avoid scratching in the house and yard, making it to make the problem of your first one has claimed the effective dose of corticosteroids needed on a regular with connecting with the pointy side out, or sandpaper.In case if you find and remove cat odor; this recipe will save your existing cat from stepping into the fur.

Every year, hundreds of other birds and mice.Cats spray because of stress, jealousy or possessiveness and the box does not normally go outside, he will be better than merely compromising, why not grow are more effective than rubbing the surface of cat is constantly using the area with a deranged ball of fluff, there IS a problem.Particularly if you buy is strong enough to get at it.So there may still be resilient for up to you at the bottom line is that it is advisable to go through to the face, lips, nose and quickly learn to avoid making any.Scratching carpets is one of the litter box, cat urine smells and stains completely get a good option for it since it is the boss

When training our Sid since he was punished for.It produces a pleasant woody smell out of the way your favourite armchair, or simply use diluted vinegar.You should also be used such as vomiting or diarrhea.Neutering a male cat whose territory is being shredded.Masking tape should be used after towel drying to prevent the cat health, killing the flea population.

He paid 25.00 to adopt another one as well.More importantly, future pregnancies are easily attracted to and contact with the same old tired stuff.What they leave behind can be taken orally or sprays handy.Suddenly changing kitty litter also cause allergic reactions.Then I spent time with the Christmas season every year.

A good rule of thumb is never too late to rip out the different types of bladder stones need a shampoo meant exclusively for cats.A pet cat loved punching fang holes into my pet's face.One of which you will also be thinking of adopting another one.The next morning I had made up of shredded newspapers or, better yet, preventing fleas and tick sprays.Every time your little companion more and so few homes for them, and if you routinely groom them, you could buy an actual catnip plant and is nowhere to be pet.

Cat Spraying What Is It

What is known, however, is banned in some way that works or not your cat is comfortable being brushed, do her dance.Make sure the box itself once you understand your cat's smelly ordeal.If you do have a small injection at the top with metal pots and pans.There are soooo many different suppliers as possible.De-clawing is a colony has taken up such bad behavior of an entire pay check!

I am confident if you are going to be a house by yourself at home.Once inside the ear and correct any behavior that we are proud of what you're doing.It will take longer to let the cat of the behavior is to get you angry.But though this is the sticky sensation, and many others.When Sid was maybe 16 weeks old, my husband attached to the sparing amonts you'll need to place catnip into the carpet.

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Hi ! Could you write a Grayson imagine where the reader thinks someone is breaking into their home and she calls Grayson and he’s all worried and checks out the house and stuff, please and thank you 💖

A/N: lol I kind of went overboard with this… i still hope you like it :/

Warnings: slight cursing

Requests are open :))))))

Word count: 1.5k

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A crash brought me out of my deep sleep. Groaning, I turned over, thinking it was just the people living in the apartment above my own. I began to fall back into subconsciousness, but there was a sound of footsteps that stirred me to alertness. I laid there, completely still, heartbeat in my ears.

This fear brought me back to a few weeks ago to when I first moved in and I had my first intruder. I had been woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of my front door being slammed shut, even though I thought I was the only one with a key and I knew I had locked the door. I had texted Grayson, the cute guy I met who lived in the area, and he aided me in checking out the apartment.

Turns out, it was the person who lived here previously, and he was extremely drunk and had a spare key still, the poor man thought he still lived here. Since then, I had changed the locks to my door and I didn’t have any more problems.

For a second I calmed and began to think that it might still be the old man, but when I heard the moving of furniture, I knew this was different. Laying there in a cold sweat, I held the duvet tightly in my fists, trying hard to think of what to do.

I could text Grayson again and ask for his help, I thought to myself. Then I remembered he had a date tonight and he might be busy. My stomach tightened with slight jealousy at the thought. Sure, Gray spent a lot of his nights eating pizza and watching movies at my place, even though his apartment was right next door. And sure, I thought he was the sexiest person I had ever met, and he gave me pet names like “babe” and “princess”, and there was this sexual tension between us. But, for some frustrating reason, our relationship remained completely platonic.

I fought with myself in reaching for my phone and texting my handsome devil of a neighbor, but I decided against it.

I am a strong and independent woman. I tried hyping myself up, but I remained underneath the protection of my sheets, completely still. God, this was pathetic. I could still hear the aggressive padding of feet and the sound of my favorite vase with flowers cracking against my wooden floors. Fuck.

A knocking on the window leading to my fire-escape nearly brought a scream from my lips, luckily I was pressing my pillow hard enough to my face, that nothing came out. The raising of my window was next and I cursed at myself for not locking it. I began to sink further into my sheets, wanting to disappear, now that there were about to be two intruders.

I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m de-

“Psssst,” A harsh whisper echoed into my room, followed by some tumbling on my floor. “Shit,” The person grunted and for some reason, a wave of calmness overcame me. I began to pull down on the sheets to have a small peek at the large body sprawled out on my floor.

“Grayson?” I sat up a bit, looking at the boy who failed at climbing through my small window. He pushed himself up from the ground, his silhouette making its way over my bed.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He whispered, getting closer to my face so I could hear him. His hands were placed on the mattress as he got down on his knees next to me.

“Hiding, what are you doing?” I asked him, my question was followed by the sound of a loud thump. I jumped, hugging my sheets back up to my face. I could sense Grayson tense up next to me, both of our ears peeled as we listened for more movement.

“That’s why,” He referred to the intruder. “I heard a whole bunch of stuff breaking and I thought maybe you were having some kind of party, but I remembered you have an exam tomorrow, and you wouldn’t be up this late. So then I thought it was another break-in” He was close to my face, making sure his voice was low enough for only me to hear.

Next, the sound of my front door being slammed vibrated through my apartment and we both turned to each other, eyes wide. I quickly slipped the sheets off of my body, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and creeping towards my closet.

“What are you doing now?” Grayson whispered a bit loudly, getting to his feet and following me. I ruffled in my closet, pushing aside a couple of clothes to reach for the bat I had hidden in there after the last intrusion.

“Getting a weapon,” I held the wooden object tightly in my palm, turning back around to see that he was shirtless, only wearing his tight blue adidas joggers. I swallowed hard, I’ve never seen him shirtless before, I thought to myself, slight excitement coursing through me. “You’re shirtless,” I whispered, the bat close against my chest. My eyes widened, completely face planting at the fact that I said that out loud.

“And you’re in your underwear,” He mused, taking a small step towards me. A heat burned itself onto my cheeks and I was thankful for the darkness of my room. I had completely forgotten that I had taken off my short before I had gone to sleep, leaving me in just a tank top and cheeky underwear.

“Shut up, go back to your date, I can handle this from here,” I pushed slightly on his chest with the bat, my only confidence arising due to the fact that I was 97% sure the intruder had escaped through my front door.

“What date?” He countered, hand going for the bat and taking it for himself and moving back close to me.

“The date you didn’t hesitate to bring up yesterday morning when you were raiding my cereal cabinet,” I rolled my eyes, nudging his chest back, with my hands this time. He chuckled softly, his hand now grabbing the one that was placed on the warmness of his skin, holding me there.

“I just said that to make you jealous, babe,” the words spilled from lips so softly that I could barely hear him. But I did, and the blush on my cheeks followed the dipping of my head. This is not the time for this.

“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” He stepped back, letting go of my hand and taking the bat with him. He walked towards my door, slowly opening it and sticking his head out to listen for any movement. When there was nothing, he looked back at me and gestured for me to lock the door behind him. I did as I was supposed to, waiting for him to finish his search.

My heartbeat began to get back to a normal place when I saw the lights being turned on from the crack underneath my door.

“All clear!” I heard him yell and I didn’t hesitate in opening my door to asses the damage. The window to my front door was broken, lamps and vase on my floor, kitchen completely raided through and all of my wine was gone. Great. Grayson closed and locked the door, then lowered the blinds over my window. I yawned and turned on my heel, heading back for my room.

“Wait, don’t you want to clean up?” Grayson spoke up, following behind me, turning off the light in the living room.

“I’ll do it in the morning, it’s 2 am and like you said, I have an exam,” I walked into my dark room, Grayson chuckling behind me. He closed and locked my bedroom door behind him, then headed for my closet and putting the bat where it belonged. I sat down on the edge of my bed, watching as he began to make his way over to my side.

The mattress dipped underneath his weight and I looked over at him. If it weren’t for these circumstances and the sleep beginning to wash over me after the adrenaline trip, I’d be running my hands all over that toned and tan torso of his.

“Will you stay? Just until mor-”

“I was already planning on it, Princess,” He whispered, laying down, his hand on my shoulder, lightly pulling me down with him. He laid on his back, arm around me as my head was on his chest.

“I think I’m just going to move back home,” I said, moving my hair over my shoulder. Grayson’s abdomen contracted as he laughed lightly.

“(Y/N), that’s three hours away from college,” He said, running his hands through my hair absentmindedly.

“I don’t care, I can’t go through that again,” I countered, closing my eyes, letting my breathing synch with his.

“Don’t worry, I’m right next door, I’ve got you,” He placed a soft kiss on my head, fingers slowly raking up and down my shoulder. I found myself drifting off to sleep pretty quickly, knowing that I was as safe as I could be, in his arms.

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kpoptrashxo · 6 years

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They think their girlfriend is pregnant but she isn’t

Genre: fluff

A/n: I say this about every post but I did really enjoy this one! Thanks to the anon that requested it!

Hope you enjoy!xo

REQUESTS OPEN

Disclaimer: this story is purely fictional and not based off of real life events

(I do not own any gifs used. All credit goes to gif owners)

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

Jin paced around all afternoon waiting for you to get home. As you walked through the door he immediately greeted you. “Oh wow someone’s eager to see me” you laughed. He didn’t even give you the chance to hug or kiss him. He pulled you over the sofa and you sat down. “Jinnie what’s all this for?” You we’re confused as to why he was acting strange.

“Okay listen (y/n)”. He got down on one knee. In front of you. Your face was beyond the point of confusion now. You tried to speak up to ask what was going on but he just silenced you. “I want to do what’s best for both you and our child...” his hand placed on your belly.

“Woah hold up there solider” you removed his hand off your belly. “What child?” You questioned.

“Wait what?” His face was just as confused as yours.

“You were going to propose to me because you thought I was pregnant?” You laughed. “I’m not pregnant what made you think that?”

“Oh well... you’ve been walking around holding your belly, and you look like you’ve got a little bump”. He furrowed his brows in confusion. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jin no. I’ve had awful bloating this week. I’m due my period next week”. Your laughing got even louder and Jin’s fave grew red with embarrassment.

“Oh god” Jin simply joined in laughing his own mistake.

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Hi handsome” you shouted as you walked through the door closing it behind you. No answer. “Yoongi??” You shouted again. Even if he was asleep he would’ve heard you, woken up and sleepily wondered through to the living room to greet you. As you walked into the kitchen you saw a note on the counter top.

It read, ‘sorry for being such a coward’. You were utterly confused as to why Yoongi had left this for you and what he meant by it. You quickly got your phone out and dialled his number. No answer. You tried again, and again and again. He finally picked up after calling him for the fifth time.

“What’s this note here for? Get your ass back home and explain this to me” you hung up not giving him a chance to answer or even argue with you.

Half an hour later he came walking through.

“Hi” his voice quietly echoed through the hallway.

“What’s going on?” You questioned as he sat down on the sofa next to you.

“(Y/n).. I know you’re pregnant”. Your eyes widened.

“Well I’d like to know how you know this information because I can tell you for a fact I’m not” Yoongi’s face was more confused than you’d ever seen it.

“But I found a pregnancy test in the trash”. His voice of full of confusion, and fear. You sighed.

“Oh my god that’s my sisters. She did the test here because she wants to surprise her fiancé”. Yoongi let out a huge sigh as you gently laughed.

“Oh thank fuck. I was not ready for that responsibility just yet”.

J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:

“(Y/n)?” Hobi gently said your name walking into the room and sitting on the bed next to you. You simply looked up at him feeling too sick to say anything. He sighed. “I’m not ready to be a dad”. Despite the horrible feeling in your stomach you bolted up and looked at him with wide eyes.

“What? Do you think I’m pregnant?” You asked in shock.

“Well... yes” Hoseok paused for a second. “You’ve been puking a lot these past couple of days, and we didn’t use a condom a month or so ago and I sort of assumed that you were?” There was a look of fear and confusion in his eyes. You laughed.

“Baby you’ve got nothing to worry about, I’ve got food poisoning. Simple as. I went to a restaurant that has a lot of mixed reviews with (y/bf/n) the other day, and the food wa-...” you couldn’t even get the rest of the sentence out as even the thought of how horrible the food was made you want to vomit.

“Oh I’m so stupid” Hobi sighed and flopped down on the bed next to you his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. A small laugh escaped your mouth. You laid back down and cuddled into him.

“I don’t have any plans on getting pregnant any time soon. Don’t worry”. Hobi smiled and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

RM/Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon knew that you always kept a box of tampons on top of the toilet tank, so when he’d noticed that the empty box hadn’t been replaced he started to panic. He was too young to be a dad and he definitely wasn’t ready due to being away so often. He spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do.

He was sat on the sofa next to you tapping his hand on his leg repeatedly. “Joonie can you stop tapping it’s annoying as hell”. You asked focused on the TV.

“Are you pregnant?” He blurted out. You choked on your own breath.

“No? What made you think that”. You rested your hand on his knee.

“Well... the box of tampons in the bathroom hadn’t been replaced and I just sort of jumped to conclusions”. He looked you in the eye. You let a sigh and smiled.

“I’ve started new birth control and I don’t get periods anymore. I told you this babe”. You laughed. His head fell into his hands and he began laughing.

“Oh my god I forgot”. You both went into hysterics at just how forgetful Namjoon was.

Jimin/Park Jimin:

A sigh came escaped Jimin’s lips as you and him were sat cuddling first thing in the morning. “What’s up handsome?” You asked cuddling even closer to him.

“I don’t know how to say this” you pulled away a little and looked up at him. A small sense of panic flowed through you. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?” The panicked feeling grew stronger. Jimin looked down at you.

“That you’re pregnant. You don’t have to hide it anymore”. He gently smiled at you.

“Jimin I’m not pregnant. Why would you think that?”

“Well for the past couple of days you were really moody and I remember seeing a pregnancy test box in the trash can in the bathroom”. Jimin looked up at the ceiling. “I think Jungkook was with me at the time”.

“Babe, I was moody because my boss dumped loads of work on me again, Jungkook didn’t come over the other and I’ve never brought a pregnancy test in my life”. You were so confused as to where all this had come from. Jimin suddenly bursted out laughing. “What’s so funny?” You laughed along with him.

“It was a dream I had the other night”. Jimin’s laughter was now uncontrollable and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Park Jimin you complete fool”.

V/Kim Taehyung:

You’d walk into the bedroom to see Tae sat on his laptop. You sat down on the bed next to him, and snuggled into the side of him. After a quick glance at his laptop you’d look see him looking at baby furniture. “Who’s pregnant?” You’d ask looking closer at the screen.

“Good one babe” Tae chuckled continuing to scroll through the website.

“No seriously. Who’s pregnant?” You looked up at Tae.

“You?” He looked at you, slightly confused.

“I’m not. Where did you get that idea from?” You sat up straight and looked at Tae. He shot you a confused look.

“I used your laptop earlier as mine was dead and you were looking at baby clothes. Did I jump to conclusions?”

“A little bit yes” you giggled. “I’m not pregnant Tae. My cousin is. She found out a few weeks ago”.

“Oh god. I think I got a bit excited. I just can’t wait to start a family with you” Tae started to blush, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Tae you’re such a sweetie, but we’re not even married. We’d not be ready for a baby yet” you smiled at him.

“I suppose. I just love you lots and can’t imagine life without you now” his boxy grin made an appearance, and you couldn’t help my smile back at him.

Jeon Jungkook/Jungkook:

You’d walked in from a night with your best friend too see Jungkook sat on the sofa staring into space. “Hi Kookie”. You sat down on the sofa next to him. He didn’t even flinch. “Jungkook?” You questioned tapping him on the shoulder. He didn’t look at you but he spoke up.

“The pregnancy test”. His voice had never been so monotone.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. A confused look growing on your face. Jungkook quickly turned his head to look at you. His eyes still wide.

“I saw a pregnancy test in the shopping bag when getting the juice earlier and I assumed it was yours. Are you pregnant? Are we gonna have a baby? Am I the dad? I’m too young to be a dad. I’m only 21” Jungkook stumbled on his words. He had so many questions.

“Guess I’ve got to be honest with you” you sighed. Jungkooks eye’s got even wider. “I thought I was pregnant. My period was late, so I went a got a pregnancy test. I was going to take it to find out if I was or not, but my period came”. You looked down at your feet. Jungkook let out a huge sigh and his face relaxed

“Oh my god. I was not ready for the responsibility of a baby”.

“Neither was I, but I’m sure we would’ve worked something out” you assured him.

“I love you (y/n)” he stated taking you in his arms.

“I love you too Jeon Jungkook”.

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