#keurig? in the bedroom??

[hihomeghere]

Insomniac

Word Count : 1.8k Summary : Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay. Warnings/Tags : Talk of nightmares, insomnia, smut, piv, cursing, allusions to violence, use of y/n, Aged up!Five

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

Whether or not Five wanted to admit it he was an insomniac. Blame it on his heightened survival instincts from the apocalypse, or the commission. Whenever it was time to relax and go to sleep, Five felt more wired than ever. Which led to you normally finding him in the strangest positions when he finally crashed. Whether that be hunched over the kitchen table, cold coffee in a mug next to him. Sometimes you’d find him slouched in a chair, a blanket draped over him by one of his brothers. Your favorite was when you’d be watching a movie together, his eyes slowly closing, he’d mumble something along the lines of, ‘just resting his eyes for a second’ before he’d be snoring on your shoulder. A sure sign that he was still an old man in a young man’s body.

It’s not like he didn’t try to sleep. Every night you’d both climb into bed, you’d lay your head on his chest, the soft beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. He’d lay awake, his mind constantly churning. He’d gotten so desperate at one point he’d tried to follow the meditation video Klaus had lent him. Although listening to some lady stoned out of her mind telling him to breathe deep only agitated him further.

On the nights where Five did fall asleep it was anything but peaceful.

Five screamed, waking you up as you all but jumped out of your skin. Five sat up in bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing erratic. You sat up, the sheet pooling around your waist.

“Five?” You whispered your hand lightly grazing his back. He jumped, turning to you like a cornered animal. His lips pulled back in a snarl, wide eyes glaring at you. “Hey,” You pulled back watching the gears turn behind his eyes, guilt washing over him as he realized you weren’t a threat. “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok.” He leaned forward resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. His heart was beating like a small animal against your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Hot tears wetting your collarbone.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” You soothed, your hand traveling up to his head. You ran your fingers through hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He let out a shuddering breath, loosening his grip around your waist. “Do you want some tea?” You asked, you had been trying to help him kick his coffee addiction.

“Coffee.” He mumbled, sighing into your neck.

“Ok, let’s get some coffee.” You said peeling the sheets off the two of you. He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. You grabbed your robe off the floor, wrapping it around your body. Five stood by your bedroom door, bleary eyed. You took his hand leading him down the stairs to the kitchen. You looked at the clock as you passed the oven, 2:35. You internally sighed slipping your hand out of Five’s grasp. He pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped across the tile floor. You walked over to your new Keurig, Five’s birthday present. You popped one of the pods in before shutting the lid. You walked over to the kitchen cupboards, pulling out a mug and setting it in the Keurig. The smell of coffee filled the air as Five got up from his seat. He walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to wrap your hand around his neck. You had both been trying to be more open about your pasts. Which meant having these uncomfortable conversations.

“Just-” He sighed, “Just stay with me for a minute, dearest.” You nodded slightly swaying as you both stood in the kitchen. Five loosened his grip around your waist, reaching past you to pick up his coffee cup. You leaned against the counter, pulling your robe closer around your body. He held the mug in one of his hands, leaning his head back against the cupboard cabinet. He let out a sigh before taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re staring.” He mused, turning to look at you.

“I’m just-” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders, “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” He said with a tight lipped smile. You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms.

“I know you better than that.” You said a small smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.

“Then you know what it was about.” He huffed, bringing the mug to his lips.

“A or c?” You asked, looking down at your feet. You had invented a code between the two of you, A for apocalypse and C for commission. While you couldn’t relate to being stuck in a post apocalyptic world, you were all too familiar with the inner workings of the commission. The killings you both carried out plagued your dreams as well. Your hands had been stained long ago.

“C.” He answered. The commission. Well that narrowed it down.

“Real or not real?” He hesitated, sneaking a glimpse toward you before raising his gaze toward the ceiling.

“Not real.” He said before clearing his throat. You walked over to him, laying your hands on his cheek. He avoided your gaze keeping his eyes lo

“Was it about me?” You asked, pushing his head slightly with your hand to get him to look at you.

“Yeah.” He said clenching his jaw, his eyes darted away from yours. You waited for a moment, to see if he would say anything more.

“I’m right here.” You whispered after a moment had passed, “I’m right here and I’m ok.”

“I know,” He leaned forward his lips finding your neck, he breathed in your sweet scent. The tiniest hint of sweat from the night. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him.

“I need you.” He breathed against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

“You have me.” You sighed, leaning your head back offering him your neck.

The world spun and the temperature dropped as Five blinked you both back to your room. It took a second to get your bearings before your knees hit the bed. You allowed Five to lay you down, his long fingers curling under the waistband of your pajama pants. He pulled them off, while you pulled your shirt over your head.

“So gorgeous.” He murmured, kissing up your stomach. You sighed contently, melting under his touch. He pulled away briefly, pulling his shirt off and stepped out of his pajama bottoms. Leaving both of you in your underwear. He lifted your hips up off the bed, his fingers curling into the waistband on your panties as he pulled them off. Your body buzzed with anticipation as you watched him take off his boxers. He climbed forward onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him forward into a kiss as the head of his cock found your entrance. Tasting the bitter coffee on his tongue as slipped inside with the familiar ease of a lover. You gasped into his mouth, feeling every inch of him as he pressed inside you.

“There you are.” He sighed against your lips, his own curling into an easy smile.

“Five-“ You moaned, gripping his shoulders as he slowly started thrusting inside you. He never left your cunt, hips rolling against yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close as possible. Your moans and the sweet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You looked up at Five, his eyes bore into yours. You felt a bit shy under his gaze, your eyes darting away.

He stilled, laying his forearms beside your head as leant over you. He covered your body with his own, his hand turning your head so you would look at him.

“Let me see you.” He said softly, nosing against your cheek.

It was moments like this that made you feel like a normal person. Moments when it was just the two of you in the world, two becoming one. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. “You feel so good.” He mumbled, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was taking his time with you tonight, that much was clear.

Your heels dug into his butt, trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a small laugh, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. He slowed, his hips creating a low drag into your cunt with every thrust. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit in a delicious way that had you clenching around him. A low whine pulling its way out of your throat, as he propped himself up.

“You like that doll?” He whispered, his cock rubbed at your walls in deliberate strokes.

“Mmhm.” You nodded tears springing to your eyes as you bit your lip. Your body craved more, more stimulation, more Five. “Please.” You whined, your hands digging into his shoulders, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake.

“Please what?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“More, I need more please.” You said bucking your hips up to gain and friction.

“As you wish.” He said, his breath fanning across your neck as he snapped his hips into yours. You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as he set an excruciating pace. He sat back on his heels, pulling you down the bed with him. He slammed into you, leaving you a moaning mess under him. You grabbed his thighs, nails dragging down his pale legs. Your body buzzed as you neared your high, breasts bouncing as he drove into again and again.

He watched you, picking up subtle signs your orgasm was approaching. Your toes curled as he reached between your bodies, rubbing deliberate circles on your clit.

That was enough to send you over the edge, you spasmed around him, your nails digging into his thighs as you cried out. Tears slipping down your cheeks.

“That’s it.” He smirked, breathing hard. He was getting sloppy as he neared his peak. You continued to ride out your orgasm as his came crashing down.

“F-Fuck.” He groaned spilling into you, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides. He lowered his body onto yours, laying his head in the crook of your neck as he interlaced his fingers with yours. You both breathed hard, letting your heart rate come down.

“How do you feel now?” You asked breathlessly, squeezing his hands.

“Much better.” He nodded, kissing your neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You said pulling your hands away to wrap them around his sweaty body.

Needless to say, Five slept through the night

[moralesluvr]

IDFC 2 | BILLIE EILISH.

୧ ‧₊˚ part one is posted !!

pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. happy ending this time | kissing | angst & fluff author's note. hello this was request by a few peeps so here it is !! word count. 1.3k ish ?!

tomorrow has come. and if you were being honest with yourself, you felt like a mess.

the mid day sun cracks through the open blinds when you’re awoken to the sound of birds chirping and your music softly playing from your alexa. your bedroom is tranquil— but it’s cold and quiet. you have goosebumps running up and down your exposed skin when you look at the clock realize it’s already three in the afternoon.

usually billie would be awake, slithering into your room like usual to sit on the foot of your bed and sing to you or rant about any and everything. and of course— you’d prop your head in your hands and listen attentively as you talked for hours on end. but she doesn’t come, and it’s abnormal, so you wrap yourself in a blanket and sneak through the door, “billie?”

her name hangs in the air like it’s a burden, and there’s no response. it’s pin-drop quiet in your apartment and it makes you cringe, because it’s never this silent. and even if billie wasn’t home, she’d always tell you where she was going.

confused, and a little downhearted, you slide your feet against the hardwood floors and enter your kitchen, popping a pod of hot cocoa into the keurig when your eyes rest on a sticky note that’s plastered onto your favorite mug.

“needed to clear my head. i’m hungover as FUCK!

love you. be back soon. — billie.”

you nodded even though she wasn’t there, folding the sticky note and placing it in your hoodie pocket. your lazy eyes watch as the hot cocoa dispenses into your cup— the warm, chocolatey liquid nearly filling your pink mug to the brim.

it was only your favorite because billie bought it. just like everything else you owned that you took a special liking to. it made your stomach twist when you realized that your whole life was encompassed by her. everything you did was for her gaze, you longed for her, ached for her, and it was sick and twisted and crazy but you were crazy for her, and it just felt so damn right.

you’re curled up on the couch now, sipping at your drink, even though it burns your tongue everytime you swallow.

it reminds you of billie. you can’t help but bask in her presence everytime you see her, and even though it burns to love her— it hurts you so bad, you’re addicted to her. and it’s not her fault necessarily, because she doesn’t even know, but you’re not sure you can do this anymore.

it’s been years, what could possibly go wrong?

you’re stuck, that’s the issue. you haven’t even told anyone about this not-so-little crush, and you feel like there’s only one person on this entire planet who’s close enough to billie to give you raw advice, but also has been in love with the same person for years and years on end.

it’s so stupid, you think, and your hands start to shake when you pick up your phone and open your contacts app, your thumb hovering over the number.

finneas.

but you feel like there’s nothing else that you can do, so you click the ‘call’ button and it rings out a couple of times, and you almost pray and home that he doesn’t answer the phone. but of course, finn being finn, he picks up. and speak of the devil, claudia’s in the background.

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“that’s claudia.” finneas’ laughs echoes through the phone, “what’s up, kid?”

you suck in a breath before adjusting your position on the couch to get more comfortable, “hey…i just really need some advice right now, because there’s some shit i’ve been dealing with for so long and i feel like i’ll explode if i don’t say something.”

finneas makes a little “mhm” sound to acknowledge your statement, and there’s a moment of comfortable silence on the phone when he begins to speak.

“i’m listening. well— me and claudia, is that alright? if not, i’ll kick her out.” his tone is joking, and you giggle across the line, “no dude it’s alright.”

“okay, we’re all ears!” claudia laughs, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “i…i think i’m losing my mind,” you admit lowly, but laughing bitterly to play it off. “it’s about billie.”

“billie?” finneas questions, his tone more serious now, and there’s a little bit of surprise laced with worry in his voice. claudia’s gasp is audible through the phone and you squeeze your eyes shut, already regretting saying a single word.

you can’t even respond, you just bite your lip as your eyes flood with tears. you let out a quiet sob and claudia and finneas say nothing, but you can’t even blame them because the situation just slapped them in the face.

but when she finally speaks, claudia’s voice is gentle, yet coaxing. “what happened, y/n?”

“she came home drunk last night.” you whisper, your eyes stinging with more vulnerable, unshed tears. “she apologized for being a mess, for making me deal with her shit, and all i wanted to do was grab her and tell her she’s not a mess, that she’s perfect, that i don’t care about anything else as long as she’s in my life. but i couldn’t. i didn’t. and now i’m just sitting here, losing my mind because i don’t know what to do anymore.”

“how long has it been?” finneas inquires this time, and you throw your head back and let out a dragged groan when the realization hits you.

“it’s been almost six years of this shit, dude.”

“six?!” claudia and finneas speak in unison, sharing a loving giggle afterwards. but they know that this is serious and very upsetting to you, so their laughs quickly subside and they leave you with a second of silence before finn speaks.

finneas sighs. “y/n, have you ever considered…telling her?”

you let out a harsh laugh, wiping at your wet eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, “and risk ruining everything? yeah, no thanks. i’d rather suffer in silence than ever tell her.”

“but what if she feels the same way?” claudia offers gently, her smooth voice soothing to your nerves, “you won’t know unless you talk to her.”

“i know she doesn’t,” you respond quickly, shaking your head even though they can’t see you. “she doesn’t feel the same way. she’s billie. she flirts with everyone. she kisses people like it’s nothing. i’m just…i’m just her best friend.”

you’re so caught up in your spiral that you don’t hear the front door open. you don’t hear the soft creak of billie’s jordan’s against the hardwood floors. you don’t notice her until she’s standing in the doorway of the living room, her face pale, her eyes wider than saucers.

“holy shit.” billie says, her voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t think i was supposed to hear that…but um…y/n?”

your heart stops.

everything feels so surreal right now that you’re not even sure you’re breathing. you want to cry, but no tears come. you want to scream, but your mouth hangs agape, lacking sound.

you don’t even move, you just stare hard at billie like she’s foreign to you— because she is now. the secret that you’ve kept from her for so long is now out, and she didn’t hear the watered down, bullshit version that you would’ve told her yourself— she heard the words raw, and there was nothing that you could do to make her forget.

she takes a step closer, her hands trembling as she shoves them into the pockets of her hoodie. you can tell she’s nervous too, and her face is so discolored she looks like she could throw up. she picks at the skin on her lips before she speaks softly, so softly you can hardly hear it. “are you… in love with me?”

you glance at the phone, still connected to finneas and claudia, and without another word, you reach over and end the call. they’ll understand— and claudia already texts you before you shut your phone completely off, your hands are shaking as you stand up, your knees threatening to buckle under you.

there’s no point in lying now.

“i— um…yeah.” you breathe, silent tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes bore into anything but billie. but billie stares at you, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to catch her breath. “y/n…i— w-why didn’t you tell me?”

you laugh, but the sound comes out bitter and sharp, “well…because you’re you, billie. you’re the most important person in my life, and i didn’t want to risk losing you. i thought…i thought you’d never feel the same way, so i just ignored it.”

she’s quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor. when she looks back up at you, her eyes are glassy, her voice trembling, like she’s scared too.

“but i do.”

your breath catches in your throat, and you feel like you’re gonna puke when billie speaks. your heart sinks but not in a bad way— it’s just so surreal to you. she felt the same way?

“w-what?” you stumble over your words, in disbelief, “are you sure?”

“i do.” she repeats, taking another baby step closer to you, eyes locking with yours, “and i’m sure. i’ve loved you for so long, y/n. i just…I didn’t know how to deal with it. i thought i was too much, that you deserved better than…this.” she gestures to herself, her voice breaking. “so i drank. i flirted with other people. i tried to hide it, but it never worked. it just made everything worse.”

tears are streaming down your face now, and you take a shaky step toward her. “billie…”

she closes the distance between you in an instant, her hands cupping your face, her thumbs brushing away your tears. “i love you,” she whispers, her voice raw. “i’m sorry it took me so long to say it. unironically…years.”

you giggle, but you don’t have time to respond before her lips are on yours, soft and urgent, and it’s like everything finally falls into place. her hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as you kiss her back with everything you’ve been holding in for what felt like eternity’s.

when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, her forehead resting against yours. “you’re not a mess,” you murmur, your hands tangling in her hoodie. “you’re perfect, billie. you always have been.”

she smiles through her tears, her arms wrapping around you like she’s afraid to let go. “i’m so sorry,” she says softly. “for everything. please, don’t ever let me let you go.”

you let out a small chuckle as she holds you,

“don’t worry, i won’t.”

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: MDNI, angst, tension

I woke up the next morning at 9.30 am, pulling the eye mask over my head as the sunlight flooded in my entryway. Stretching, I let out a yawn and checked my phone. Still no response from Matt. Not that I was expecting any after being left on read.

Brushing it off, I got up and threw on my slippers. Nick and I we going shopping at 11, and the idea of getting out of the house lifted my mood. But first I needed coffee, desperately.

I dragged my feet downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a quick breakfast, scrambled eggs on toast and coffee from the Keurig. Simple but enough to wake me up. While I ate, I doom scrolled on my phone, pausing every so often to read back over my messages with Matt. Still no reply.

I don't know why it frustrated me, I guess I just wanted answers. I rinsed my plate, set it in the dishwasher, and headed into the bathroom to get ready. It was nice to not feel rushed or that I was bothering Matt by taking my time in here. The hot water from the shower was just what I needed. I stayed under longer than usual, it was a small luxury, but I enjoyed it.

After finishing up and drying my hair, I walked back up to my room, pulling open my closet. My eyes immediately landed on the yellow Ralph Lauren jumper Nick had given me yesterday. I threw it on and paired it with my favorite jeans and white sneakers. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting the jumper. It was slightly oversized but felt snug in all the right ways. I sprayed my perfume over myself to finish it all off.

“Perfect” I muttered to myself before grabbing my bag.

Nick opened his bedroom door, ready to go with an eager grin on his face. “Ready to spend some money?” he asked, holding Chris’ card up.

Nick ordered an uber and suggested we check in on Nate to see if he needed anything while we were out. I followed him down the stairs to Chris’ room. Nick gently knocked on the door before peeking inside. "Still out cold" he whispered, shaking his head with a small grin. I glanced past him and saw Nate sprawled across the bed, tangled in Chris’ blanket, looking completely unbothered by the world. 

"Kids on a two day hangover by the look of it, what did you do to him?" Nick laughed, closing the door quietly before turning to me with a shrug. 

"Don’t ask me, maybe he just can’t keep up like I can. Let’s just get him some snacks anyway, he’ll probably appreciate them when he finally wakes up."

The uber arrived an we hopped into the car, the Uber driver was really friendly and even let us have AUX. Nick seized the opportunity and started blasting one of his favorite playlists. The drive to the mall was filled with his off key singing while the driver laughed. It was impossible to be in a bad mood when Nick was like this, completely carefree and full of energy.

We arrived at the bustling mall, and I was instantly reminded of how much I loved and hated these places. The endless options were both exciting and overwhelming. Nick, of course, was in his element.

“Okay, first things first” he declared, clapping his hands together. “You need a suitcase. Like a good one, something sturdy.”

I followed him through the luggage section of a department store, pulling at the endless rows of suitcases in every size and color. I settled on a large suitcase in a turquoise shade. It was light but durable, with smooth wheels and plenty of compartments for organizing.

“This one feels very.. you” Nick said, wheeling it toward the register. “Now we just need to fill it"

Next, we headed to the clothing stores. The first thing to look for was swimwear. I sifted through racks of bikinis, one pieces, and cover ups while Nick hovered nearby, occasionally pulling something out and holding it up.

“This is cute” he said, holding a bright coral bikini against me.

“Too bright” I replied, shaking my head.

“You’re going to Hawaii! Bright is the point.”

We compromised on a mix of neutral and vibrant pieces, including a black one piece with a scoop back and a yellow bikini that Nick insisted matched the jumper he’d given me.

From there, we moved to outfits. Sundresses, flowy skirts, tank tops, and breathable shorts for getting in and out of the pool all made their way into my shopping bags. A wide brimmed sun hat and a pair of oversized sunglasses were also thrown into the mix.

“You’re going to look like you’re in a Vogue ad with those on” Nick teased as we passed the checkout.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” I shot back, laughing.

The last thing on our list was footwear. I grabbed a pair of comfortable sandals and white sneakers that would pair well with most outfits. Nick talked me into buying a pair of wedge heels “just in case” I wanted to dress up a bit fancier for dinner.

With every bag we accumulated, the excitement for the trip grew. Nick carried most of them without complaint, weaving through the mall like a man on a mission, while I lugged the suitcase behind me.

“Shit” he said.  “We forgot toiletries. Let’s go.”

We loaded up on mini shampoo bottles, sunscreen, bug spray, and anything else that could fit into the clear bag at security. I also grabbed a neck pillow for the flight and a small blanket.

“I think we went a little overboard” I admitted, looking at everything we had.

“No such thing" Nick replied, starting the engine. “You’re going to Hawaii. You deserve to look and feel amazing! Now, shoes again” Nick declared.

“But I already got shoes” I protested.

“You don’t have these shoes” he said, dragging me into another store.

Before I knew it, I’d added a pair of espadrilles and waterproof slides to my collection. At this point, I was sure I had enough to outfit myself for a two month long trip, not just two weeks in Hawaii.

“Okay” Nick said, stretching dramatically. “I’m starving. Let’s get food.”

We headed to a nearby bistro that had outdoor seating. The warm sunshine paired with the scent baked goods was heavenly. I ordered a chicken and cheese sandwich, while Nick opted for a salad.

As we waited for our food, Nick checked his phone and grinned.

“Chris’s phone is dispatched” he said. “Should be here later today.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Finally. It’s been so weird not being able to get in touch with him directly.”

Nick nodded, taking a sip of his iced tea. “Yeah, I’d say Matt doesn't know what to do now that his phone actually gets messages.”

The mention of Matt and messages nearly makes me turn red.

“What time are they getting home today actually?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Nick shrugged. “Sometime later tonight. They booked a nighttime flight.”

I nodded, trying not to read too much into it. The food arrived, and we dug in, enjoying the rare moment of quiet.

After finishing our meal, Nick glanced at the mountain of shopping bags we’d accumulated and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“There’s no way we’re fitting this all in a normal car.” he declared, rubbing his temples dramatically.

I laughed. “You’re the one who kept saying, ‘Oh, just get it! It’s perfect!’”

He rolled his eyes. “And I don’t regret it one bit, but let’s be real. We need reinforcements, or at least a bigger car.”

Nick pulled out his phone and started tapping away. A moment later, he said, “Uber XL. It’s the only way we’re fitting all of this and ourselves into one ride.”

I nodded in agreement, looking at the bags around us. There were at least three overflowing ones just from the boutique alone, plus the suitcase we’d bought earlier that took up a ridiculous amount of space.

“Good call” I said.

Within minutes, a shiny black mini van pulled up outside the bistro. The driver stepped out, taking one look at us and our bags, and raised an eyebrow.

“Shopping spree?” he asked with a grin.

“You could say that” Nick replied with a chuckle. 

The driver helped us load everything into the trunk, which, despite being spacious, was a tight fit. Once everything was secured, we hopped into the backseat, relieved to finally be off our feet.

As the car pulled away, Nick leaned back and sighed contentedly. “I’m never going shopping without an Uber XL again. This is the only way to do it.”

I laughed, leaning my head against the window as we cruised through the city. My thoughts drifted to Hawaii and all the outfits I’d packed for, the sunshine, the beaches. I felt a little buzz of excitement, like maybe this trip would be exactly what I needed.

We arrived home just near 3pm. Nick pushed the front door open with his hip, three shopping bags dangling from each hand, I followed closely behind, lugging the suitcase and two additional bags. The sheer weight of it all, especially the suitcase made me huff as I maneuvered it over the step into the house.

We paused just inside, catching our breath, when faint voices floated down from upstairs. My ears perked up, and I immediately recognized the voices. Chris and Matt.

Nick frowned, glancing back at me. “Are they.. here?”

“Surely not?” I replied, adjusting my grip on the suitcase. “You said their flight wasn’t supposed to land until later tonight.”

Nick shrugged, then headed up the stairs. I struggled to hoist the suitcase up the first few steps, the wheels knocking against the edges of each one.

“Could use some help here” I muttered, but Nick was already out of sight, more curious about the voices upstairs than my struggle.

By the time I reached the top, dragging the suitcase behind me, I could hear Nick questioning the guys.

“What the fuck are you two doing back so early?” he asked, standing in the hallway with a confused look.

Chris grinned, arms wide open as he stepped forward and dramatically pulled Nick into a bear hug. “What, I can’t miss my brother and come home early to see him?”

Nick groaned but didn’t pull away. “Chris you were gone for two whole days. Seriously though. What’s the deal? You weren’t supposed to land until later tonight.”

Matt leaned against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed and looking mildly amused. Chris finally released Nick and laughed.

“Man, we were so hungover yesterday that we couldn’t bear the thought of sitting around Vegas all day today waiting for a late flight. So, we booked an earlier one before we hit the strip last night” Chris explained.

Nick shook his head, muttering something about impulsiveness, before turning back toward me. “You hear that? Weak.”

I smirked, finally dropping the suitcase with a thud. Chris glanced over at me, his smile softening.

“Hey, Y/n” he greeted.

“Hey” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face and wondering why seeing him felt like a surprise.

As Chris glanced around, he ran a hand through his hair. "Yo, Nick, have you seen my business card? I swear I had it before we left for Vegas."

Nick smirked, clearly trying to rile him up. "I have it" he said casually, glancing at me standing there with my brand new suitcase and an absurd number of shopping bags.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Well, can I have it back, genius?"

"Maybe" Nick teased, then pivoted. "Oh, by the way, your new phone should be here later today. You’re welcome."

I stood awkwardly at the top of the stairs, fully aware of Matt’s presence just a few feet away. He hadn’t said anything yet, but the tension was undeniable.

Finally Matt’s voice cut through the air, his tone sharper than necessary. "What’s with the suitcase? You finally moving out?"

I blinked, caught off guard by his comment. Before I could respond, Nick jumped in.

"It’s for Hawaii" Nick said as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms casually.

Matt’s confusion was obvious, his brows furrowing deeply. "Hawaii? You already have a suitcase that size."

Nick shook his head, grinning like he was about to drop a bombshell. "It’s not for me, Einstein. It’s for Y/n."

Matt turned to me, his expression instantly hardening like he’d just been sucker punched. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I swore he looked genuinely hurt.

Matt’s jaw tightened, and he looked like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. His eyes flicked to me again, unreadable, before he straightened up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Wow some trip this is going to be then." he muttered before disappearing into his room, the door closing behind him, quiet but firm.

The hallway felt colder, and I avoided Nick’s gaze, pretending to fiddle with one of the bags. Chris, oblivious as ever, clapped Nick on the shoulder.

"Alright, where’s my card?"

Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Not so fast, bro. You’re helping me unpack this stuff first."

As the two of them headed off upstairs, I stood there, staring at Matt’s closed door, feeling a wave of something I couldn’t quite name. Guilt? Frustration? Maybe a mix of both. But I quickly shook it off and grabbed the suitcase, dragging upstairs toward my room and telling myself not to overthink it. Once everything was up in my room, Nick dropped his load dramatically on the floor, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright, that’s my good deed for the day" Chris said, brushing his hands together like the work was done.

"You’ve been so helpful" I said sarcastically as I started sorting through the bags.

Chris smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You going to pack tomorrow?"

Nick shook his head. "Nah, we’re starting to pack now. No point in waiting till tomorrow morning and rushing."

Chris raised an eyebrow, watching me open the suitcase and start placing clothes inside. "If only I was that organised" he laughed, walking further into the room. His eyes immediately went to the Fresh Love samples hung up by the closet.

He stepped closer, tilting his head to get a better look. "Woah" he said, running his fingers lightly over one of the pieces. "These look even better in person. The photos don’t do them justice."

I glanced over at him, feeling a bit of pride in his compliment. "Thanks. I really like them.”

Chris nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I ordered some personalized samples for us all to be delivered to our villa in Hawaii. Thought we could take some pictures out there for a night time shoot, maybe use them for promos. I got us all varsity jackets with our initial on them, and then some other pieces I thought everyone would like."

Nick perked up at that, clearly impressed. "That’s such a good idea! Especially since it's cold at night" he said, nudging me with his elbow.

I smiled at both of them, my chest swelling a bit with pride. "I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get some shots out there" I admitted, picturing how amazing the pieces would look in a tropical setting.

Chris picked up one of the sample pieces, holding it out. "Yeah, these are gonna kill it. People are gonna go nuts over this drop."

I nodded, the excitement of everything bubbling under the surface. For the first time in a while, I felt like things were coming together, and the thought of getting to share it in such a beautiful setting made it even better.

Chris set the sample back on the rack and stretched, letting out a small yawn. "Alright, I’m gonna go check in with Nate" he said, glancing toward the stairs. "He was still knocked out when I peeked into his room earlier. Probably still recovering from your crazy night out."

Nick gave him a nod. "Yeah, sounds about right.”

Chris chuckled. "I’ll catch you guys in a bit." With that, he turned and headed out of the room, the sound of his footsteps fading as he made his way downstairs.

Nick, without missing a beat, grabbed his pile of shopping bags and suitcase and walked toward his own room, which was right next to mine. “I’m leaving the door open so we can pack together. This way, I can judge your packing skills and make sure you don’t leave anything important behind."

I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Oh, because you’re the authority on packing now?"

Nick grinned as he disappeared into his room, propping his door open so we could still talk. "Absolutely. I’m a seasoned traveler, unlike you. I’ve got the technique down to a science."

I could hear him rustling through his bags, muttering about how he might need to pick up another pair of shorts before we left. Meanwhile, I started folding my clothes neatly into the suitcase. 

Nick's voice carried over from his room as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being tugged open. "Alright" he began, "Let’s see what we’ve got here. Swim trunks, check. I brought the neon ones this time.."

I laughed, picturing him strutting around in the loudest pair of swim trunks he could find. "You really need neon to stand out? Thought your personality did that already."

"Ha ha" he shot back. "No, but seriously, you’ll thank me when you’re trying to spot me in the ocean. Anyway.. tank tops. Got a few new ones, including that white one you said looked good. Oh, and my black button up for dinners. Can’t be showing up to a nice restaurant looking like I just rolled off the beach."

The sound of him rifling through bags grew louder. "Flip flops, sneakers, maybe I should bring those prada loafers.. what do you think?"

 "Definitely bring the loafers for dinners. You’ll regret not having them."

"Good call" he replied, tossing them into his suitcase. "Alright, what else? Oh, sunscreen, got the high SPF stuff this time. Learned my lesson after that beach trip last summer. And hats! Gotta protect this money maker " he added, gesturing dramatically at his face.

"You’re ridiculous" I said with a laugh.

"Ridiculously prepared" he corrected. 

I shook my head, smiling to myself as I continued to fold my clothes. "You sound like you’re moving away for good, not going on a vacation."

"Hey!" he called out, "you’re gonna thank me when you’re borrowing my stuff because you forgot something."

"Bold of you to assume I’d forget anything" I shot back, neatly placing my toiletries into my bag.

Nick peeked his head into the hallway. "Care to make a bet on that?"

I smirked. "We’ll see."

I glance around Nick’s room one last time, making sure he isn’t about to burst out again with some last minute comment, but all I hear is the sound of him collapsing onto his bed. “Alright, I’m taking a nap. All that shopping has me worn out” 

I laugh at how dramatic he was, and closed over his bedroom door to let him sleep. I zipped up my suitcase and placed it in the corner of my room.

Now in silence, I sit on the edge of my bed. The small envelope from the flowers catching my attention, sitting on my bedside locker. It feels like it’s mocking me, just sitting there like some unsolved mystery. My fingers twitch as I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. Why does something so small have such a big hold over me? I hate how awkward everything feels now again, how one card and a few unread messages can mess with my head so much.

But I can’t go to Hawaii like this. I’m actually excited for the trip, and I’ll be damned if Matt is going to ruin it for me with this unresolved weirdness.

Acting on impulse, I shove the card back into the envelope and stand up. My heart’s pounding as my legs move before my brain fully catches up. Next thing I know, I’m marching down the stairs, the envelope clutched tightly in my hand like a lifeline.

The closer I get to Matt’s door, the louder the rush of blood in my ears becomes. The house feels strangely quiet, the kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every movement. I stop just outside his room, hesitating for a second. Maybe I should think this through, figure out what I’m even going to say. But before I can overthink it, my hand is already on the door handle.

I push the door open without knocking, stepping inside before I can change my mind. Matt’s sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He looks up, startled, as the door swings open.

“Uh, hello?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Ever heard of knocking?”

I ignore him, taking a step closer. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” he says, crossing his arms. “That you’re stealing Chris’ money and my clothes now?” He says, pointing at the yellow jumper I have on me.

Fuck this is his jumper.

No wonder the scent was familiar.

I take a deep breath, trying to not show how awkward I felt.

"About this. And about whatever game you think you’re playing." I say, holding up the envelope.

a/n: i <3 cliffhangers

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booty slaps (l.k)

so, i saw this tik tok, and i want this man to slap and jiggle my ass! 😤🤣 anyway, i wrote this short blurb about it 😌

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You sleepily rub your eyes as you trudge into the kitchen. You squint when you flick the lights on, a short groan coming from your lips. You begin to make coffee for you and Minho, who's still currently sleeping.

"Shit, it's cold," you whisper to yourself and quickly run back to your shared bedroom.

You smile as Minho spreads across the mattress, soft snores coming from his lips. After tiptoeing towards him to place a kiss on his cheek, you grab his hoodie from the closet.

You stretch your arms as you walk back into the kitchen, feeling a bit more awake. Still, you yawn while pulling the coffee maker towards you. You place the coffee pod into the machine before grabbing a mug from the cupboard.

Footsteps can be heard from behind you, signaling that Minho's now awake. "Do you want coffee, honey?" You ask him, not bothering to look behind as you watch the coffee fill your cup.

He hums in response to your question. You pull open the drawer where you keep the pods for your Keurig and grab Minho's favorite. You pull your mug out after it's finished, setting it to the side.

One of Minho's arms slips around your waist, holding you against him. "You look stunning in my clothes," he whispers into your ear, pressing a light kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Yeah?" You giggle, gently biting your lip.

He hums again before bringing his hand to your ass cheek. You shriek, thrusting yourself into the counter. A sigh comes from you as you glance behind you, seeing Min's eyes fixed on your ass.

"It's so early," you remind him, feeling his hand squeeze your cheek.

"It's never too early," he tells you, lifting his head to look at you.

You shake your head, giggling some more. Minho wraps his arms around your waist, slipping a hand beneath his hoodie you're wearing.

"You're crazy," you tell him while placing his coffee mug onto the small plate.

"How can I not? Jagi, you're wearing my boxers and my hoodie. Do you have any idea how much I'm resisting?" He asks you, placing a few more kisses on your neck and face.

You turn to face him as his coffee fills the cup. His dark eyes look down at you, his hands moving to your hips. "I like wearing your clothes," you whisper to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest.

Minho closes the space between the two of you, capturing your lips with his. You moan into the kiss, gently rubbing his pec. "I know you do," he whispers after pulling away. He rubs his nose against yours, giving you an eskimo kiss before speaking again. "I like it too. But, you knew that."

"Mhm," you hum before turning back around.

He presses himself against you, and you can feel how hard he is. You grab his coffee cup after the machine stops spouting liquid.

"Do you want your coffee now?" You ask him, glancing back at him for a quick second.

"Yeah," he mentions. Minho takes a step back, and before you can turn to face him, his hand comes down on your ass cheek again.

You moan and bite your lip afterward. You turn around to face him again, his cup in your hands. "Here, baby," you hold the cup out for him.

"Thank you, Jagi. I love you," Minho smiles at you, planting a quick kiss on your lips.

You grin up at him and grab your mug as well. "I love you too, baby."

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The Ghost in The Window Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a former child star and one-half of one of Hollywood's most powerful couples, you’re no stranger to the dangers of the spotlight. Life has just begun to settle for you as you navigate motherhood, marriage, and your career. When a fan-turned-stalker gets a bit too close for comfort, everything is turned upside down

Note: Uploading the WIPs too.

W/c: 5.9k

chapter 1

You awoke to the sound of a baby crying and crackling from the baby monitor on your nightstand. You adjusted your position in bed, lying on your side, peeking one eye open to view the screen. For just a few seconds you were hoping that Grace would fall asleep again. Of course, that would be too easy and to no surprise, she’s awake in her crib. You reach out a hand to feel for your phone, finding it under the bundle of blankets, to see it’s only six in the morning. You guess your day would be starting now. It doesn’t take you long to rush to the bathroom to relieve yourself and then make your way to the nursery. You stop at Rose’s bedroom to see her lying peacefully amongst a mountain of stuffed animals in her bed. You close her bedroom door again and leave her to sleep. At least one of you is getting that luxury.

You have Carla on standby when needed but you’d instead do all of this on your own. In the months between work, there’s always something to do. Motherhood was just one of them. It’s your favorite part and though it gets lonely without Natasha here you know she’s never too far away. You step into Grace’s bedroom, tapping the light switch to flood the room, while you grab her from her crib. She’s cuddly this morning as she lies her head on your shoulder.

“First, we get a diaper change, and then Mommy needs her coffee,” You narrate the entire day to Grace. You lie her atop the changing table, one you rarely use, as you quickly get her all cleaned up. “I know that was uncomfortable. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Her whining dies down to slight sniffles as she looks up at you. She’s enamored by you and your speaking voice. She grabs onto one of the pacifiers lying near her head to press it into her mouth.

Once that’s settled you head down to the first floor where you find Mocha waiting at the kitchen doors to be let out. You unlock the french doors with one and open it wide enough for the Mocha to go and relieve himself.

Next, you try to put Grace in her high chair to free up your hands but she’s having none of it. Her cries of protest are heard, so you keep her on your hip as you prepare a coffee. Using a Keurig is an easy enough process, and you use it efficiently. Grace watches you for a little longer before deciding she’s ready for her breakfast. She tugs at the material of your tank top with chubby hands, hoping to free one of your breasts.

“Mommy’s trying to hurry,” You say. While you wait for the coffee to finish, you go onto the patio to place your planner and phone on the table. You’re honestly doing a lot for a relaxing morning at home. When the coffee’s done, you take extra care to keep it out of arm's reach of Grace. You sit in a cozy spot where you can see the view of Los Angeles from your backyard. The sun had only risen an hour ago and was already shining brightly. It’s a peaceful morning if you do say so yourself. You position Grace in your arms, shifting your tank top up, and wait for her to latch on. Her suckling is steady and strong. She’ll be occupied for the next twenty minutes. You crack open your planner, eyeing the next week's dates as you go over your schedule. You have an outfit fitting and a photo shoot tomorrow, a brunch with friends in two days, and a party that you’re throwing in a couple of nights.

It’s an end-of-summer party that you host annually. Friends and family all get together to celebrate various accomplishments and goals they’ve tackled throughout the summer. You’re honestly just ready for the fun to begin. You spend several months of the year working your ass off and you deserve to celebrate. You open up a notes page on your phone to go through the checklist you’ve been keeping for the past week. You’re having the party here at home so the guest list isn’t too big. Your house is big enough to fit about sixty people. Anything more and it would be bursting at the seams. There’s no real theme. However, you’re bound to call it a summer splash party or something. The invitations have been sent and RSVPs are coming back by the buckets. There’s also catering and a personal chef coming to bring food. When you said a small party you might be lying. This thing may turn out to be something more than you imagined it would be. Those usually turned out to be more fun.

You’re finishing up with your checklist just in time to switch Grace to your other breast. She’s content and happy as she fills her tummy. The next few minutes are spent in silence as you sip your coffee. You should think about breakfast. Natasha is coming home today and you wonder if she would enjoy something homemade or a restaurant meal. Rose loves IHOP and you’re sure neither of them would protest going to the family chain.

Speaking of Rose, the princess is awake, and a tad bit grumpy as she opens the patio doors to come and greet you. She curls into your side, her head on your arm, as she grumbles.

“Oh, is someone grumpy today?” You ask and she nods her head. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Mama’s not here yet,” Rose frowns and you know the feeling. Life is always so much better with Natasha there. You brush her coils out of her face, her bonnet must have fallen off sometime in the night, to see her eyes. She pouts up at you and gets a little annoyed when you smile.

“You’re in luck,” You tell her. “We are going to pick Mama up from the airport in about an hour. I was going to go on my own but you’re awake so you can go too.” You offer and Rose smiles.

“Can we get her flowers?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” You say. “We can pick them up on the way there.”

It was settled. You would be getting Natasha flowers, picking her up from the airport, and then hopefully breakfast. In that order.

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There’s only one small teeny tiny detail you forgot when it comes to airport runs to LAX. Don’t do them. It’s a confusing and congested airport with twists and turns you never believe. The traffic is always out of this world and you develop road rage at the mere idea of it. Times like now you forget you’re in a place of privilege where you could have utilized a driver to fetch Natasha. It sounds fancy but it’s useful. Though it’s too late now. You park the car in one of the visiting parking garages. You’re sure the paparazzi are somewhere inside waiting for Natasha or some other celebrity to make an appearance as they’re always conveniently waiting for you there. Despite the various rumors from many different sources, you don’t call the paparazzi on yourself. You think it’s inauthentic and a bit dumb. It’s a complete lack of privacy that you’re not willing to participate in. Especially when the kids are involved. Grace has been left at home with Carla while you’ve made an event of your time with Rose. She enjoys being the star of the show anyway.

You help Rose out of the car, holding onto her hand tightly as you grab the bouquet of rainbow roses in the other hand. The walk to the baggage claim isn’t too far. Rose’s little legs struggle to keep up but she doesn’t complain one bit. You receive a text from Natasha letting you know she landed. You send her your love and a reply that you’re here waiting for her. You wait in a corner together where no one will bother you. You push the sunglasses you’re sporting further up your nose as you watch Rose play a game of pretend hopscotch in front of you. She’s wearing matching sunglasses that you think are utterly adorable on her. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see someone trying to sneakily record. When you look in their direction their device is put away. You offer them a small smile though you would like to do anything but. Perks of the job you guess.

“Rosie, look,” You instruct the four-year-old when you catch a glimpse of Natasha further down. Rose’s head shoots up, unable to see from her vantage point, and so she comes to stand next to you again. You point, handing her the roses to take Natasha. Rose’s entire face lights up when she catches sight of her. Natasha waves and smiles widely when she spots you. She opens her arms wide and kneels to catch Rose when she runs to her. They’re wrapped together in a tight embrace for a few more seconds. Natasha takes Rose in her arms, transferring her to her hip so that she can come over and hug you. It feels good to have her in your embrace. She looks good and smells expensive. It’s a funny thought but everything about her makes you happy.

“Hi,” Natasha greets you with a peck to your lips. “How are you?”

“Good. Everything’s fine,” You smile.

“Mama, we got you flowers see,” Rose holds up the bouquet so that it’s directly in Natasha’s view.

“I see,” Natasha takes the flowers. “I love them so much. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You’re welcome,” Rose looks around. “Can we go get food now? My tummy is rumbling a lot.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Natasha reaches behind her for her bags. It’s only a few suitcases so you help with the other ones. You walk side by side towards the parking garage. “Hey, Rosie, put your sunglasses down,” Natasha instructs and she does as told. Upon exiting the airport, you’re met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras. Leave it to you to forget to ask for your bodyguard to tag along. Sometimes you conveniently forget that you’re a well-known person and that privacy is a luxury. Natasha holds Rose closer to her as she follows you to the car. Rose goes in first, Natasha helping her with her seat buckles, while you toss the bags into the truck. Overall you’re able to ignore the badgering and borderline inappropriate questions. You climb into the driver’s seat and take extra care to pull out of the parking spot.

“I don’t like those men,” Rose says from the backseat. “They’re always yelling and they are not nice people at all. Right Mama?” She looks for Natasha’s approval.

“That’s right they’re not nice people,” Natasha agrees. “Now do you want to eat at home and get delivery or do you want to go to our favorite restaurant? It’s up to you.”

“IHOP!” Rose cheers. It won’t take you long to get to your destination. If you didn’t count an hour as long. For LA traffic it truly isn’t a long time. You and Natasha have considered moving back to her hometown of Cincinnati. It would be much quieter and way easier to live in. It’s something you’ve thought more about in recent months. No, you’re not ready to give up your career and the perks that come with it. Though you’re always thinking of the girls' safety and happiness too. Rose’s school is here. Her friends, your friends, and your community is here. It would be a big change. A change you’re simply not ready for yet. As much as Natasha wants to leave, you don’t think she’s ready for it yet either.

IHOP is pretty deserted at this time of day. It’s a weekday and everyone would either be working or had something better to do. This was a great opportunity for you to have a family day out. Rose couldn’t contain her excitement as she hops out of the car to hold Natasha’s hand. She practically drags the redhead into the building of the place you frequent. Though there are places with finer dining that is maybe more expensive that you can’t deny her the simplicity that is IHOP.

When you reach the entrance you’re met with a semi-familiar face. You can’t pinpoint it right away but when she introduces herself you understand now.

“Hi, for three,” Natasha requests and she nods. You follow the young girl to a corner of the restaurant where an open booth is. Rose takes the inner area and Natasha slides in after her. You take the other side, crossing your legs, before narrowing your eyes.

“Have we met somewhere before?” You ask and the girl grins from ear to ear.

“We have,” her ponytail bounces whenever she speaks and now you can see that she can barely contain her excitement. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you. “I’m Carissa. WildeLover04 on twitter. We’ve met a couple of times now.”

“Oh, wow,” You remember now. Her face has now been engrained in your mind. “You work here?”

“It’s my first week,” She confirms. “I heard the tips over here on this side of town were good. So I applied and got the job on the spot.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Rose reminds you. She taps a picture on the menu to signal she wants pancakes and she’s not willing to wait for a second longer.

“Well, Carissa, congratulations and it’s very nice to meet you,” Natasha adds to the conversation.

“Thank you,” Carissa takes out her pen and pad. She must have forgotten her script because a few seconds later she’s scolding herself. “Right, sorry, silly me. Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”

“I’ll have a coffee, black,” Natasha requests and she looks to Rose for her request.

“Orange juice, please,” Rose chimes in.

“She’s so well-mannered,” Carissa comments as she scribbles down the order. She waits for you to say yours.

“I’ll take a water, thank you,”

“Okay, great, take some time to look over the menu and I’ll make sure to bring those drinks right out to you,” She promises and walks off with a beam.

You wait until she’s out of earshot before turning back to Natasha.

“That girl is like a super fan of mine,” You inform her. Natasha seems interested enough. You give her the entire rundown of everything with Carissa and how big of a following she has.

“Do you find it weird that she works here?” Natasha tilts her head.

“Hmm, no, maybe a little,” You’re not too sure. “It’s not like she would have tried to work here to only see me. I’m sure other public figures come and eat here all the time.”

“She’s a bit awkward but seems harmless,” Natasha shrugs. As long as she remained respectful there should be no problem.

Things are smooth sailing for the rest of breakfast. Rose gets the jr pancake combo that comes with confetti sprinkle-covered pancakes. You get french toast and Natasha gets chicken and waffles. You eat from her plate and she’s all too willing to share. Carissa hovers a little but you just write it off as her being a good waitress. You leave her with a hefty tip and give your goodbyes to the rest of the staff that you’ve come to know. You stop for the bathroom first when you bump into her again. Natasha and Rose head to the car to wait for you. It’s a quick trip and you’re about to wash your hands when she comes in. You give her a polite smile and proceed with your hand washing. She’s on her phone and she’s texting a mile a minute. Suddenly, she looks up at you.

“Hey, um, this may seem weird,” She comes across as shy though you’re beginning to think she’s anything but. “I sent you a bear. I have a friend that works at CAA and I was wondering if you received it. I know you sent a tweet for thanks but I just wanted to make sure Rose liked it.”

“Oh, yeah, I have it. I usually try to keep everything that’s sent to me,” You look at her through the mirror.

“Great, I’m glad,” She looks at her watch. “Thank you for being so nice about everything. I know I’m coming across as creepy. I’m just really happy I got to meet you and everything.”

“No problem,” You say. You think it’s a bit of an awkward conversation to be having in the bathroom. “It’s so nice that you’re so normal. I’ve met a lot of people that don’t keep their cool when meeting me.”

“No, I’m totally chill,” Carissa promises. “I’ve met a lot of celebrities before but you’re my favorite.”

“Thank you,” You take the compliment. “I have to go now but thank you for the kind words.” You slip past her and take the exit. You meet Natasha and Rose in the car. You slide into the driver’s seat again and it’s time to head home.

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When you arrive home, Natasha keeps the girls occupied while you go for a quick nap. You’re still thinking about Carissa and the conversation you had with her when you get to your bedroom. You reach for the bear that’s been tucked in a corner of your bedroom until now. You checked it for cameras or a mic upon receiving it but now you’re a little paranoid. You don’t want to assume that Carissa has ill intentions but you can never be too sure.

“Everything okay?” Natasha asks as she steps into the bedroom. She eyes the bear and you.

“Peachy,” You take the bear, inspecting it for any unusual stitchings or holes, only to find none. Maybe you’re overreacting. This time you stuff it in the back of your closet where it will stay for the near future.

“What’s that about?” Natasha leans against the dresser with her arms folded. She watches as you stuff the bear into the back of the closet where neither of you can see it.

“It’s nothing,” You shake your head. She probably wouldn’t believe you if you said it.

“Okay,” Natasha takes your word for it. On your way out of the bedroom, she reaches a hand out to catch your arm. She tugs you into her, wrapping her arms around your waist, to keep you there. “I haven’t kissed you today.”

“We kissed at the airport?” You remind her and Natasha plays coy. “I’m sure there are dozens of paparazzi pictures and fan edits to show you.”

“I don't know it’s been so long I’m forgetting what it's like,” She shakes her head and you chuckle. You decide to refresh her memory in another way. This time by leading her to the bed where you gently push her down. She sits with a happy expression on her face. She gives your body a once-over, and the wanton look sends chills down your spine. As you lean into her, you move to straddle her lap, directing one of her hands to your bottom. The first kiss is innocent enough. Short and sweet. A reacquaintance if you will. The next kiss is a little more passionate. A little more heated and definitely a lot more tongue. You breathe through your nose as best you can, letting out a little moan when Natasha bites your bottom lip, and you get lost in the kiss.

“My eyes, they’re burning,” Rose interrupts your makeout session. She covers her eyes with both hands and walks blindly over to the both of you. “No hands in naughty places.” She warns the both of you and you laugh at her words.

“That’s right, Rosie,” Natasha agrees. She moves her hand to a more respectable place. Before either of you realize what’s happening, Rose is pushing you from Natasha's lap to sit.

“I forgot I’m not the only woman in your life anymore,” You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Mama, guess what?” Rose says.

“What?” Natasha plays along. “You got a new doll?”

“Nope,” Rose shakes her head.

“You grew another arm?” Natasha uses her strength to flip Rosie around to search for a new arm.

“No, Mama,” Rose giggles. “I got a hideaway in my room. Want to see?”

“I’d love to,” Natasha allows her to slip from her lap before following her.

“C’mon, Mommy, you too,” Rose toddles back to you to pull you to a standing position. You both walk with her down the hall to her bedroom. Rose’s bedroom is every little girl's dream. At least it was the dream bedroom you wanted when you were younger. It’s a soft pink whimsical-themed bedroom with a twin-sized sleigh bed. Her toys are lined up along her window seat rather than in her toy box. Rose’s bed is made up courtesy of Carla and it’s pretty neat. On one side of the bedroom, she has a tent that she plays in more often than not. There’s her dresser, her closet filled with many dresses and tutus, and her new hiding spot.

It’s a crawlspace. Nothing too huge. Not big enough to be considered an extra room. The walls are the same color as the bedroom. You had a contractor and electrician come to install lights and ensure the room was safe for her to be inside. There’s a mini chandelier-type light that Rose picked out herself. A sleeping bag, some of her toys, and a blanket inside. Natasha crawls in first and then you. You both fit comfortably along with Rose.

“This is really nice,” Natasha looks around. There’s a chalkboard wall behind her and it’s already filled with plenty of drawings from Rose. “I think your new space is fit for a princess.”

“Thank you,” Rose shuffles around her toys to sit. “You’re not too big either, Mommy.” Rose gestures to both of you.

“Nope,” You nod.

“I don’t know Rose this is a whole house,” Natasha pokes her. “Can I move in? Are you going to charge me rent?”

“No,” Rose laughs again. “No grown-ups allowed or even boys.”

“No grownups? Mommy and I are grownups? Can we come in,” Natasha tilts her head?

“Y-yeah but not when the door is closed. That means privacy,” Rose sets the record straight. “And no boys because I don’t have a brother. I want one though.”

“You want a brother?” You raise a brow. This is the first you’ve heard of this.

“Yes, I need a brother so he can teach me how to skateboard,” Rose reasons. She crosses her feet at the ankle and tells you all about why brothers would be nice. “But he can’t live here with us. He can live somewhere else and just visit. Like Peter.”

“There it is,” Natasha nudges you. “She only wants a brother to bend to her every will.”

“At least she knows,” You comment.

“Can we have a tea party now?” Rose suggests. She sits up and begins to rearrange her toys again to make room. There was never a dull moment with her.

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The next morning is even more hectic than before. You woke up late, completely Natasha’s fault and if she denied it you’d remind her of her insatiable habits. Next, you forgot to pump so you do it in the car on the way to the photoshoot. Roxy talks to you about a campaign she has coming up where she thinks the entire family could join in. You’re about to decline but it doesn't sound like a bad idea.

“It’s for The Children’s Place,” Roxy gives the details. “It won’t be a huge campaign. They have a family collection coming out. The girls would be featured but it wouldn’t be a huge thing.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to run it by Tasha,” You shift uncomfortably. Though pumping wasn’t painful it wasn’t a walk in the park either. You preferred to breastfeed Grace. “You know Rose will let the fame get to her head the first chance she gets.”

“I love that girl,” Roxy laughs. “Did you do anything fun yesterday?”

“Other than have mindblowing sex with my insanely hot wife?” You offer just to gross her out and her reaction doesn’t disappoint.

“I can’t blame you because I did the same,” Roxy shrugs. "Not with your wife. My wife." Roxy laughs and you join in.

“We went to IHOP for breakfast with Rose. There was an interesting interaction with a fan who works there. Carissa.”

“The one that sent you the bear?” Roxy recalls her name.

“That’s the one,” You nod.

“I’ve been keeping track of her account,” Roxy says. “She’s a total fangirl. It’s disgusting.”

“She didn’t seem like the crazed type the few times I’ve talked with her,” You think it over. “Well, not more than usual. She does seem a tad bit obsessed but…”

“As I said I’ve got my eye on her,” Roxy shakes the phone in her hand. “Isn’t that right, Sonny?” Roxy looks to the front seat where your bodyguard, Sonny, is looking out of the window.

“Absolutely,” He replies stoically. He’s always so serious.

“Anyway, are you coming to the party?” You ask Roxy.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss a Romanoff-Y/Ll/N party for the world,” She locks her phone.

“It’s a date,” You release yourself from the shackles of the breast pump while managing to keep your modesty. You ensure the containers are closed before stuffing them into the cooler you’re keeping inside the car. Now you’re ready for the photoshoot.

The photoshoot lasts for about five hours. Your schedule is jam-packed for the day with costume fittings, hair and makeup, and the actual shoot itself. You’re beginning to feel fatigued with the entire process but you know you have to push forward. Anything to make the time go by faster. You’re also scheduled for an interview with USWeekly which is the point of this entire thing. You’re seated in a chair, dressed in an extravagant nightgown, with fuzzy pink slippers on your feet, and Darcy by your side to fix your makeup. You pay as much attention as you can to the interviewer Samantha Daily as she shoots off questions.

“Do you ever get used to being a celebrity?” She asks and you pause.

“No, I don’t think you do,” You answer honestly. “At least for me. There are people that exist that live for the fame and lifestyle and I think Natasha handles it all quite well. As for me, while I enjoy it, fame was never something I was chasing. It’s always been about the craft and the entertainment industry as an art. So, no, I’m always kind of surprised when people know me. It makes it harder but having discernment and understanding what celebrity means also helps a lot.”

“I know as a celebrity there are a lot of crazy rumors,” Samantha inquires and you bob your head. “What’s the craziest rumor you’ve heard about yourself?”

“Hmm, I think each decade there’s a new one,” You genuinely try to think which one is the craziest. “When I was a young teen, you know I had a lot of trouble finding myself and navigating the fame, I was never, you know, wild or disrespectful, but I had my moments. Back then there was one rumor that I lost my virginity on a casting couch. Which implies a lot of things that don’t even describe my character or my personality. It just was not factual and also not something I would have ever thought about doing back then or even now as an adult woman. It was a rumor put out by an actress that lost out on the role we both auditioned for. I mean, she’s apologized since then, but it followed me around for a while. Um, when Natasha and I first began dating people would make up different places where they saw us having sex. Which is inappropriate as rumors tend to be. I’ve heard a lot of ridiculous things. A lot of them involve sex. In our early twenties, we were seen as wild sex symbols that everyone wanted to get a taste of. So I could see where it would come from but a lot of it was just hearsay and it’s very hard to steer away from those types of things when it's out there.”

“That is very unfortunate that young women in the industry have to go through that,” Samantha sympathizes.

“It is and I’m glad now we’re having conversations and you know bringing these things to light,” You agree. “You know being in some of these rooms and knowing that that’s what people think of you is disheartening. They’re not paying attention to the work and they only consider you a body to lust after. It’s dehumanizing.”

You and Samantha discuss a little more off the record before you have more questions.

“Now, I want to pivot over to success,” Samantha begins. “What would you say is your biggest accomplishment?”

“Hmm, I figure I can say something cliche like motherhood,” You toy with the idea. You stop speaking when Darcy needs to give you touch-ups. “I think it’s a different kind of success that is only considered great if you see it that way. I love my children. I love being a mom. They’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was intentional with motherhood, how I wanted to raise my girls, and how I wanted to be. So the accomplishment for me lies in raising well-rounded and emotionally intelligent humans who have compassion for others and their surroundings. I think that right now they’re so young, I can say that Rose is so polite and so sweet. She’s a joy to have around and she’s helpful. Career-wise, my recent Emmy win was amazing, I got to record an album as a teen. I think every single thing I’ve done has been fulfilling and I wouldn’t say one thing is bigger than the other.”

“That’s a great answer. I love that answer,” Samantha writes your words down in her notebook. The rest of the interview pretty much goes like that. She’s a great interviewer and knows how to get the correct information from you. She isn’t pushy or invasive, and you love her for that. Before you know it your time is up, and the shoot is over. You’ve got some good shots, and you’re sure you’ll be seeing the results in a few months.

For now you could go home and cuddle iwht your babies.

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A brunch is always an event with you’re with your friends. You’re in a fancy restaurant and having adult conversations with the people you love. It’s been months and maybe even a year since you’ve seen some of the beautiful faces. All of you are at different points in your careers and life and it’s exciting being able to catch up. Wanda Maximoff, a punk rock star, and actress has just ordered her first drink of the morning. You’ve been friends with her since childhood when she played your best friend on your breakout tv show Better Days. Monica Rambeau is a college friend and celebrity hairstylist so you see her quite often. Carol Danvers is a celebrity fitness instructor. Maria Hill is currently a top exec at Netflix. Your lives all surround the entertainment industry though it’s often the last thing on your minds when you meet.

Today the topic is sleazy men and dating. Something you can’t quite add to as you’ve been out of the dating game for six years now. You listen and add input whenever someone questions you but overall you’re happy to be there.

“I think Vis is going to pop the question,” Wanda confesses and you all look at her. She traces a ring around the rim of her cup.

“Why don’t you sound happy about that?” You ask. You know Wanda’s moods and you know her like the back of your hand. You thought she would be more enthusiastic about it. All eyes are on her now as you wait for her to answer.

“I don’t know,” Wanda frowns. “I just don’t think we’re at that point yet. I thought dating older men things would be different. We’ve been together for two years now. I haven’t really thought about marriage to him. Which says something right?” She looks to you for answers and you weigh the options. “I have been struggling with it for a while. He has been hinting at it and I just…I can’t for the life of me understand why it doesn’t make me happy. I want a married life. Kids, a family, nice house. I do love him. I do.”

“I think your feelings are valid,” Carol nods. “Have you ever sat down with him and talked through how you’re feeling?” She steals a fry from Monica’s plate.

They all go over various reasons for Wanda’s hesitance. You on the other hand don’t say anything. That is until she asks.

“Y/n, what do you think?” She waits patiently for you to speak. You would rather not in case she’s not ready for your analysis.

“Wanda,” You start off slowly. “I have watched you with Vision for a while. He’s a great man. Lovely producer. I’ve also watched you with several other men in the past.”

“You’re calling me a whore?” Wanda raises a brow.

“In so many words she kind of did,” Maria sips from her cup. The rest of the group laughs.

“No, no, I’m not calling you anything,” You point the finger at Maria. “I am saying I’ve seen you with men and you never seem as happy with them as you could be. There’s always something holding you back. Which could be a fear of commitment on your end or I know you dabbled a bit in college but have you ever considered that you may actually be attracted to women.”

There’s a moment of silence as everyone takes your words into consideration. That is possible.

“I don’t know if it’s a fear of commitment,” Wanda shrugs. “Maybe we can talk a bit more about the second thing at a later date? I don’t think that’s something I can explore like now.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” You promise. “For now think about whether or not you want a life with Vision and how you want that life to go. We’ll be here either way.”

“Amen,” Monica raised her glass. “Now, about this party. Y/n what should I wear?”

“The party is in two days and you don’t have an outfit?” Your mouth drops open. “Monica what are we going to do with you.”

“Buy me an outfit,” Monica quips.

Brunch with friends turned into shopping with friends and you found yourself an outfit that might be better than the one you chose. You spend time with Natasha and the girls and everything is alright at home. Life is good for you.

On the other side of town, a series of tweets by Carissa is put out into the world.

@Wildelover04: Y/n and Natasha are hosting their annual summer party in a few days. I can’t wait to see everything.

@Wildelover04: Just got a new gig for this week. Can you guess what it is?

@Wildlover04: I’ve met y/n again and she was so lovely. Rose and Natasha are adorable too.

*** added is a picture of Natasha and Rose with their backs turned at IHOP.*****

----> next part

[tmwcs]

Heethans reaction to Y/N wearing a revealing swimsuit to a pool party they both got invited to??

Warnings: smut...unprotected smut. some jealousy, not proofread. but nothing too extreme really....but still good ;)

Pool Party

“you ready pretty baby?”

“yup, I’m good.”

taking you gently by the hands softly smiles as you latch yourself onto his arm. taking the bag filled with towels and extra light clothing, you both head out to attend a massive pool party hosted by Jake’s fraternity home.

The event was set later in the afternoon, in order for the festivities to carry on towards the evening, transitioning into an all night pool party. Casting on a loose summer dress over your swimsuit, Heeseung didn't get the chance to see you in the new swimwear you purchased with H/n when the four of you all went to the shopping outlet. When the boys waited outside the boutique, you and H/n partook a moment or two to dip inside and take a look at the collection. Sure enough, Heeseung migrated inside and stood by the entrance, keep an eye on you so ast o make sure no one approached you, yet he never took a clear look at the swimsuit you spotted on the hanger. Quickly making over to the line, you purchased the two piece and made your way over to meet him at the exit.

"I"m done babe."

"oh did you get something?" he asked in an intrigued, but soft manner. It was filled with adoration as he pitched his tone a bit higher than usual, and wrapped his arm around your waist while placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"yeah i did." you chuckled out.

Arriving back to his room, you immediately stuffed the set into your drawers, ensuring that he didn'e see while settling into his desk. Now, with the pool party date amongst you, you finally have the chance to show off the stunning piece. You bought it with him in mind, and you certainly hoped that he would like it....little did you know, many others would find themselves liking it just as much as he did....

"hey guys! you made it! pick a spot to set your stuff down, you can get undressed anywhere you want, and just let me or h/n know what you want to drink." Jake greeted as he walks you both over to a spot he reserved nearby the pool. "the pool house is for you guys in case you want to stay the night, there's a small guest bedroom and a couch, along with some amenities like a Keurig and a tv. I made sure to reserve it for you guys."

With a wink, Jake leads the both of you inside the small guest house, where you and Heeseung settled in and placed your belongings down.

"Oh this is nice." you mentioned.

"Yeah. What do you want to drink baby?" Heeseung quietly asks as he sets down your bags. Dawning an large tee with a pair of swim trunks, he lifts the shirt off his body as he stretches out his abdominal muscles before gently tossing it over the arm of the couch. Seeing him in his ultimate glory, shirtless and his glistening muscles kissed by the tender rays of the sun, while wearing the black swim shorts had you swooning. His long, shaggy hair parted off to the side as he dipped his hands into the running water from the small kitchenette faucet, and combed his fingers to roughly style it and expose his forehead. How devastatingly handsome he looked.

"Hmm?" he smirked as he hummed over to you while raising a brown just ever so slightly.

"Oh no nothing." you laughed.

"You're staring..." he smirks out as he displays a slight bit of teeth while tilting his head back. Crossing his arms, he stands still waiting for an explanation as he teases you with just a simple look.....that look. The same look that he gives when he's ready and wanting, and you're willing and submitting.

"I am not." you sighed back out as you gave him a defying look.

"Yes you are."

"No I am not."

The moment you turned your face away to dig into your bag for some lotion, he closed the distance and wrapped his arms around your waist. Nibbling on your ear, he whispers...

"Yes...you are....and don't worry....I'll do something about that when we get home." with a quick and snappy kiss to your cheek, he begins to exit the guest house. "I'll be back, i'll grab you some water and juice, meanwhile you can get undressed and we'll go for a dip in the pool." with his back facing you and his side profiling speaking in your direction, he winks as he steps out. You chuckled as you rubbed the lavender scent lotion into your palms.

Looking down, you started to feel nervous the moment you untied the front lace tie of your dress.

Untying the strings, you gently pull them outward, loosening the bow knot as the front flaps that cover your breasts detaches, becoming undone and exposing the top piece of your bikini. Slipping the dress further down, you smoothed the material down as it rings around your waist, then onto your hips, until it finally surpasses your knees and reaches your ankles. Swapping out your shoes for the light pair of sandals, you grabbed onto a towel and wrapped it around your body. All of a sudden, your confidence went out the window as you found yourself too shy to expose the swimsuit before all these people, much less Heeseung.

"Here you go pretty baby." He enters, handing you a bottled water and some fruit punch.

"Oh thank you." you gently gestured as took the two bottles, and received the kiss he leaned in to give you.

"You okay?" he asks as he rubs your arms together, raising a brow upon noting the towel you had wrapped around your body.

"Yeah i'm fine just not...used to being around this many people while wearing a swimsuit." you honestly opened up.

Seeing how transparent you were, he gives off a slight smile. "You don't have to uncover yourself, if you want to wear your dress or my shirt, or stay wrapped up in the towel, you can." he speaks against your forehead, hugging you and rubbing your back to reassure your level of comfort. When it came to others, Heeseung had no problems in keeping you covered and out of sight, with him alone....it was different.

"But at some point...I am going to see what you've got hiding underneath that towel." he winks out.

Chuckling, he takes you by the hand and leads you out to a pair of lounge chairs. The sun was nicely setting, and you figured the darker it gets, the better you may feel about exposing your swimsuit, considering the night air would help mask your body. Yet fate would have other plans in store for you....

"Hey y/n!" h/n yells out, waving over to you as she makes her way towards you and Heeseung.

Waving back, you were completely unaware of the two girls behind. They were the same age as you, but that didnt' stop them from partaking into the festivities and enjoying the free alcoholic beverages that were offered to all the party goers. When one of the girls found herself slipping over the edge of the pool, she reached out and grabbed for whatever it was her hand could get a hold of.....which was the towel you had on.

Watching the whole thing go down, Heeseung's eyes grew wide as he shoots an arm and grabs hold of your arm to pull you in, keeping you from being pulled into the water as he watches the flimsy girl fall flat face into the surface of the water, with your towel in her hand.

The moment he had you pinned to him, he was more focused on your well being as he asked you, "Are you okay?" before slowly noting the two piece you had on. With the commotion of the splash and the scream of the two girls, everyone's attention had been caught on and eyes had transitioned from the drunken girl in the shallow water, to you.....where it remained.

As you peeled back to look around, noting the girl swimming back to the latter in the most clumsy manner, you suddenly started to notice just how everyone was looking at you with ultimate fascination....to include the man who stood closest to you. Wanting to see more, he pushes you back as he grabs a firm hold of your arms.

"Heese-" Your words were cut off the moment you saw that his eyes were wide, and his brows were raised high as his fingers dug into the flesh of your arms and his sight moved up....and down, taking in full sight of your body. He was so enamored and breathless from the view, he didn't even care that others were seeing you...at least not for that moment. Throughout the commotion, you felt your hair slipping down from the loose bun you had it up on, quickly, you reach up to catch it and to find the broken hair clip that was slightly tangled into your strands. Reaching up was just the initial reaction you had upon feeling your hair coming undone, but for everyone else around you...to include Heeseung, it was something that was considered a view that could only be seen once in a lifetime this close...and this personal.

"Oh...did my hair clip break?" you earnestly asked as you lowered your head and fished out the broken piece. You were still in shock but also completely caught off guard, you didn't know just how to react.

"Um.....I'm going to go and get another hair clip from my bag....." you quietly mentioned to Heeseung, who was still eyeing you up and down before he finally sets his wide eye'd gaze on your face, biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you felt his grasp shift you over as he begins to drag you towards the guesthouse. Pausing slightly, he pulls you in front, where he pushes you in the rest of the way as he sides eye the crowd and flares off a wide death stare. Immediately, everyone coughed up their reactions as they stopped themselves from swooning.

........

"Oh shit, look away."

"Fuck.....y/n....hot ass bitch."

"Hey man, turn your face around....Ethan's giving that look...you dont want that."

"Oh my God....did you fucking see her? Fucking blessed....."

"Just one more look and I'll turn away for good."

"Fuck man....Ethan is still looking this way."

"Just.....lets all stop, you dont want that man to come over here."

.........

"Hey is everyone okay? Lets get back to the party yeah?" Jake speaks out, getting the attention towards him as he notes Heeseung's glare. Nodding over to him, Jake winks over to his best friend as he accumulates and distracts everyone, allowing Heeseung to peacefully push you inside the guest house. "We've got beer bong in the front yard, and a live band inside, whose down to go?" Jake asks, hyping up the large crowd as everyone exits the pool area and makes their way over to the frat house. Within minutes, the entire pool was emptied and cleared.

Waiting inside the guest house, you thought for sure that Heeseung was upset for your choice of swimwear, yet he merely kept looking out the window as he watched everyone leave. When the last person had walked passed the hedged fence line, neatly trimmed into box shaped bushes that outlined the entire pool, he reaches back with his hand without facing you. Taking it, he gently grabs hold and leads you back outside the guesthouse, where he walks over to the pool.

"Wanna go for a swim?" he quietly asks. Exposing his side profile, he merely eyes you with a soft smirk forming on his lips.

"Uh yeah...i'd like that."

Nodding, he walks down the smooth steps in the shallow end of the pool, leading you down with him. The moment the water came up to his waist, he turns around and pulls you in by the waist, where your hands rest on his shoulders and your legs wrap around him. Cradling you against his tall and strong form, he looks up as he carries you with added height to your frame while he lifts you against him. Looking up and placing his lips gently on your jawline, he quietly speaks against your skin as your face remained slightly turned away out of embarrassment.

"Is this new?" He asks as he tugs on your bottom piece by the waist band.

"Yes....." you answered rather innocently and nodded while eyeing off to the side, almost looking shameful, as if you had prepared for a scolding.

"Is this why you were feeling shy earlier?" his tone was soft and rather gentle....nearly sympathetic.

"Mmhmm....." you nodded once more.

"Who did you buy it for...hmm?" he asks, speaking into your skin as he digs his face into the side of your cheek.

"....For you......I wanted to wear it for you.....but I didnt think there was going to be this many people today..." you mumbled out.

"Aww.....is that right?" kissing your cheek, his finger loops under the waist band and traces downward towards the bikini line. "I like it....." he deeply whispers as his tongue circles motions on your jawline, down to your chin and up towards the corner of your mouth.

"...You do?" you asked earnestly. You were shocked, you knew he would have liked it, but thought that he would have been too mad to admit it knowing that you had just exposed what he claims as "his" in front of a large crowd.

"I do......" he deeply speaks, licking your cheek up and down. Reaching up, your wet hands softly combs through his hair to reinitiate the side parting. The wet drops drip down his smooth face as the ends of your strands stick to your frame, curling under the massive exposure of the undercarriage of your breasts that peeked out from your swim top.

Gulping down a hard swallow, he looks at you with a deep sense of adoration, admiration, and love. Smirking out a dashing, closed mouthed smile, his eyes shift from side to side as he studies your face. Leaning in, he kisses you passionately as the finger that traced its way into your bikini line pushes your bikini aside, exposing your core to the smoothness of the water. Your fingers dig into his bare shoulders as you breathe in from the kiss, knowing what was about to come.

Shifting out his member, he migrates the both of you towards the shallow end where he stands tall and emerges his frame, along with your waist and pelvis out of the water. Pumping his dick a few times, wet and covered in fresh droplets, he begins to enter. Gasping out as you felt the slight bit of friction, he juts himself fully inside until he's all in. Once nestled inside you, he migrates back into the deeper end, where the water meets his waistline. Pressing you against the edge, he places a grip over the ledge where your back laid nicely against the back of his palm and his forearm, so that your spine wasn't hitting the hard edge of concrete and pool tile. With his free hand wrapped around your rear, he slowly pulls and pushes your body, while admitting slow and small thrusts of his own. The gravity of the water made it easier for him to levitate your frame with just one arm, while also adding more depth in his thrusts as he adds more momentum than usual. The waves of the water begin to roughen up as they all surround you and splash against your frames.

Tilting your head back as your wrap your arms around his neck, you gasp out his name. "Ugh! Heeseung!...oh-oh babe!"

"Shhhh.....that's my girl......" Shoving his tongue in your mouth, he shushes you by kissing your deeply. With the voices of the crowd heard from the house, you knew that while out of sight, they were still in relatively close distance to the point that if you had moaned and screamed to your hearts content, the way you wanted to right now, they would have heard you. Forcing yourself to remain quiet, was the hardest thing to accomplish as you felt yourself being fucked deeply in mid water by the man who never fails to bring you to your knees.

Faster and faster, he picks up the pace, causing a whirlpool of tumbling rolls and aquatic waves to dance among you. Adding a lift to his motions, his arm would raise your hips each time he thrusted back in. Sitting you upright, he takes his hand and removes it from the edge of the pool and pulls up your top that barely kept the underside of your breasts contained. Shifting it up, he frees your breasts and harshly sucks on them as he continues to thrust, growling as he twirls his tongue all over your areola.

"Ugh! He-Heeseung!" you moaned out repeatedly, biting onto your knuckles as you feel your body jolting up and down from his wrath, being fucked relentlessly as you try to hold your screams in. The pleasure was too much, and you felt the knot in your gut about to snap as your body pulsates up and outward as you take in each thrust from his quivering and throbbing member. The tempo, the rhythm, and the pace was all steady...it didn't make any sense. It was both fast and slow, both deep and shallow, and rough yet soft. Like all the times when Heeseung fucked you, everything lost factual value as you found yourself on cloud nine and away from reality. Being fucked by him, was like living in a world that was non-existent, and the feeling in your body was unlike anything you could ever imagine....it was something you didn't know had existed until the very first time he took you and made you his.

Fucking into you, in....and out.....in.....and out.....his tempo increases, and he bites his lip as he smirks out a growl as he snarls against your throat. With your body popping up in a harsh rhythm, your throat rubs against his lips as your body absorbs the flow of each hit as the tip of his shaft repeatedly taps your soft spot as it slides in and out. Faster and faster, your body starts to bounce rigorously as the water grows chaotic and splashes everywhere. Your breasts move up and down at a high volume as he watches with great pleasure that greatly riles him up even more....causing him to add more ferocity into his manner in fucking you.

Before you knew it, you lost all control and never minded if people could hear you, because the moment he had you bouncing at high speed and depth, you began to yell out your moans. Of course it would help that the music had more than likely blocked out the echoes of your gasping sounds of pleasure, yet still, you knew just how loud this man could get you.....and he did it so well...he fucked you so well...he fucked you so good....too good....the way this man had you bouncing up and down his cock, the way he could easily tap that soft spot, and breach up further, splitting walls and making new paths into your flesh....the way he rolled his tip inside and the curve of his shaft rubbed the edge of your skin in your entry, causing a rumbling sense of pleasure that equated to the sense of heavy vibration....oh the way this man could fuck you endlessly....it was like....like......

"Oh my God!! I'm gonna cum! Heeseung!"

Grabbing hold, you bury your face into the nook of his neck as you screamed into his Adam's Apple and felt the hot gush flow through you.

"Thats it....take it baby." he whispers as he juts out minor groans whie he releases inside at the same. In the manner of how good he made you felt, it was just the same for him. The way your hot fluids coated his dick as he buries it deep inside, causing him to cum as your walls tap and squeeze his throbbing cock as you cum was just pure heaven to him. With your walls pulsating and quenching his tip further in, he steadies you as your body jolts uncontrollably upon reaching orgasm.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" popping your hips and rolling your waist, your body jerks in seizure motions that you couldn't control, causing you to gasp out moans of pleasure. Grabbing onto your waist, while his other hand caresses your cheek, he steadies you still as he emits a couple of "shhh...." against your lips.

"There we go....theeeeere we gooooo...yeah.....just like that.....good girl....goooooood girl." he calms you as your moans die down to soft whimpers and he forces your body still from the raving jerks as he sits you down to the hilt of his hip, burying his dick deep inside you.

Feeling the sensation of your hips rolling down and slowing to a standstill...he finally gets your body to a calm and tranquil state. Kissing you, he takes your limp body and holds you close while keeping his member buried deep inside your walls. Carrying you, he submerges your bodies in the water where it reaches both your chests. Kissing your neck and reaching up to your lips, he keeps you close as you both relish the sensation of the warm water enveloping your bodies.

Figuring you needed to rest from the vicious orgasm you just experienced, there wouldn't be any harm in keep you in the water with him.....of course, there was also the guesthouse that needed christening....much less the pool.....maybe the party wasn't as crowded as you thought.....

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[jaidens]

smaller acts — zach bryan

pairing [s] : spencer reid x reader

warning [s] : none!

a/n [s] : requests are open! + my red requests for fall are open for another week or so.!

The Keurig coffee machine stutters and practically shakes as it churns coffee from the spout, filling the air with the delicious smelling coffee pods. Spencer is grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, one with a jack-o'-lantern face on it and the other one had a cat in a pumpkin on it.

Recently, you had gone out to the store for Halloween decorations and other things you ‘needed’ which ended up with hundreds of receipts from Spirit Halloween, the local mall, and Target.

He's stirring in the vanilla half-and-half and sugar into the jack-o'-lantern cup, which was rightly decided to be his, and taps the metal spoon against the corner.

“Hey,” You emerge from the door for you and Spencer’s bedroom wearing a pair of his plaid pants and a tank-top. “Are you making coffee?” He turns to look at you and hands you your cup of coffee, with your preferences of milk and sugar in it.

You take a sip and close your eyes, before letting your feet take you to Spencer's warmth. His arms wrap around your lower back and tuck you in his arms. His kisses your forehead before saying, “Do you wanna go to the farmer's market today? Then we can get that coffee place you love.” You nod into his chest and pull away, giving him a peck against his lips.

Spencer pulls away to take another sip of his coffee. “I love the mugs, honey, very halloween-ey.” He compliments you and you laugh, holding your mug up to show it off to him.

“They were on sale! How could I ever skip up these adorable things?” You laugh again and Spencer picks up a book that was sitting on the counter and you follow him to the couch. You both sit down and cuddle up underneath the crocheted blanket.

The apartment wasn't very good at keeping in the warm air, but while underneath a blanket wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms were enough. “And yes, I wanna go to the farmer's market. We still haven't gotten pumpkins.”

Spencer kisses you again and you close your eyes. “I love you. Thank you for making coffee again. I'll do it tomorrow morning.” You're smiling at him, watching him read his new book he had got at the library.

Bzz. Bzz.

“No way they're calling you on your day off.” Spencer moans and picks up his phone, and nods at you when he reads the caller ID. “Well, bye sweetheart. I have to go shower, I'll see you when you get home.” You hug him, kiss his lips, and walk away. Inherently, you're upset about the fact you can't go to the farmers market even after you had already planned it. You were disappointed about the unexpected call, but it could always be another day.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Cravings With A Side of Tears

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: Dandelions by Ruth B.)

It was just like every other day. Nanami set up the keurig with coffee with a light breakfast. He kissed you tenderly before he had to go to work before kissing your stomach.

“I love you, my darlings,” Nanami whispered. You mumbled softly in your sleep and pulled the covers up more to your chin.

He checked the time on his watch and stood up. He quietly closed the bedroom door and headed to work.

“Nanamin, how’s your wife?” Gojo asked when he found him reading his newspaper.

“Good,” he answered, glancing at his cell phone every now and then. “She’s been tired a lot.”

“Can I visit?” Nanami nodded.

“Whatever you want,” he said as he turned the page. His phone lit up. He immediately answered it. “Darling?” He was alarmed when he heard your sniffles.

“Kento-kun,” you responded. “I’m so hungry.”

“Did you eat the breakfast I made?” he asked curiously.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said. “You worked so hard on breakfast but…I really want pasta. And we don’t have any noodles.” You started crying more on the phone. Nanami stood up.

“I-I’ll be home soon,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once he hung up, Gojo stifled a laugh.

“I can get the pasta,” he said. Nanami was hesitant. He was waiting for Ijichi so he can attend his mission. But now, you were crying and craving specific food.

“Please,” Nanami said. “She’s been craving chicken alfredo. Ummm…” Nanami took his wallet out and handed Gojo his credit card. “I’ll text you the location of her favorite pasta restaurant. Buy one of everything. And go to the store for orange juice. She’s been craving that lately so we’re low on it. And tell her to use my credit card if she wants to buy anything.”

“Nanamin, you’re doing good. I’ll update you on her.”

Gojo left the room and all Nanami could do was worry. He received a notification. It was time for him to carry on his missions. As he walked out, he called you.

“Gojo-san will be there,” Nanami said. A burst of cries went through his ear.

“O-Okay,” you said as you calmed down a bit and sniffled. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stop crying right now.”

“It’s okay, darling.” Nanami entered the back seat of the car and quickly spoke to Ijichi before turning his attention back to you. You lightly cried again, that he could tell.

“Please don’t get hurt, Kento-kun. I-I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said.

“Darling, I promise that I’ll be back home today,” he said. “Do you want me to come back right after this mission?”

“No, you’re always coming home early,” you said. “I’ll be okay.”

“Darling, it’s okay. I—“

“Finish your shift,” you said. “I promise I’ll be okay. If something happens, I will call you. Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too, my darling. My beautiful, sweet, and loving wife.” He heard a soft giggle, making him smile on the other line. When the two of you hung up, Ijichi couldn’t help but look at Nanami with a smile.

“How is she?” Ijichi asked.

“Still very emotional,” Nanami answered and looked out the window with a small smile. “But they are doing great.”

After the call ended, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You stripped off of your clothes and smiled at the small baby bump. You hated how emotional you were. It only happens whenever your husband isn’t home.

You changed into a rusty orange colored sweater dress. Your hair was styled with a french braid. And you sat on the couch, rubbing your hungry tummy.

“I’m here!” The door was opened and your eyes widened at the bags Gojo held in his arms. “I ordered one of everything! We didn’t know which type of pasta you wanted.”

“Satoru-kun!” You laughed as he struggled carrying the bags. “Thank you.”

“Thank your hubby,” he said and handed you Nanami’s card. “I bought more orange juice.” You blushed.

“Can…Can we go out for dessert? I made sure I didn’t take Kento-kun away from work,” you said.

“Of course! My treat for the queen,” Gojo said. “Okay! Which pasta do you want?” You laugh and looked at the selections.

“Chicken Alfredo! And then eggplant parm! I’ll have the rest for later. Can we go to the bakery that’s a few blocks down? I really want their cheesecake.” Gojo gave you a sweatdrop look at your sudden excitement. He could’ve sworn you were crying your eyes out earlier while talking to Nanami on the phone. Now, you seemed as if nothing was wrong.

“Whatever you want, Princess!”

Gojo couldn’t help but gloat to Nanami how easy it was to take care of you. Nanami would give Gojo short replies. The two of you left the apartment around 1pm after you took a nap. It was almost five and you couldn’t help but cry. You would cling onto Gojo’s arm.

“I-I miss Kento-kun,” you said. “I wish he was here too. Is he okay? He hasn’t given me a call in a while.”

“He should be okay,” Gojo said softly. He found it odd that Nanami hasn’t said anything to neither of you. “Do you want to go back home?” You nodded. You wrapped your arms around Gojo, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

“Satoru-kun, thank you for a fun day,” you said with a smile. Gojo smiled back.

“Next to Shoko and my students, you’re my girl,” he said. “Big brother Gojo is always here too.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stop crying,” you said, tears immediately forming in your eyes. “Every time I think of Kento-kun…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You miss your lover boy, that’s all,” he said.

“I want…I want watermelon.” Gojo chuckled. “But…Kento-kun is coming home soon.”

“I will walk you back home and you tell me if you want me to stay or not until Nanamin gets back. Or if you want me to get you watermelon,” Gojo suggested. You smiled widely and nodded.

The walk back to the apartment was short. You felt content and told Gojo that you’ll be okay without him. You two hugged each other before parting ways. When you entered inside, you started tearing when you saw Nanami heating up the pasta on the stove.

“Kento-kun!” you exclaimed. You ran to him and hugged him tightly. Nanami chuckled and hugged you back before kissing your forehead.

“Be careful,” he said. “I don’t want anything happening to you two.”

“Did you just come home?” you asked.

“About half an hour ago,” he answered. “I wanted to heat up dinner while you were gone. You want the carbonara?”

“I was looking forward for it! I wanted watermelon too.”

“It’s all cut up in the fridge for you, angel.” You smiled widely. “I bought more pasta and ingredients for Alfredo sauce. There’s strawberry ice cream in the freezer. And just in case, I bought spinach, rotisserie chicken, and strawberries for a salad.”

“With-With strawberry dressing?”

“I just made it and put it in the fridge.” You couldn’t help but let tears of joy flow down your cheeks. You gently tugged on his tie and kissed him.

“You are the best husband in the whole entire world.”

“And you are the best wife in the whole entire world.”

[nerdraging4point0]

E*Motionless (Chris Motionlessxreader fic)

Fanclub: @synthetic-wasp-570 @yournecessaryevil @tearfallpixie @ladyveronikawrites @beaker1636 @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @rumoured-whispers @dominuslunae

Tropes and Tags: ememies to lovers, friends with benefits, rough sex, public adjacent sex, PinV, angst, third person female reader POV.

Touring was exhausting.

Even on a bus the size of this one it was hard to get comfortable. Band and crew shoved into the tight space, there was hardly any elbow room left. Curled up in the fetal position tightly coiled under her blanket on the beige leather couch, Natalie stirred awake, stretching her legs out her feet hits Rick’s guitar tech. He didn’t stir at all as her feet recoiled back to her body. Her muscles felt tight all over she’d been curled up like this for weeks anytime she slept, sometimes she’d be able to catch a nap in the afternoon- sprawled out on the couch or floor, any place that would allow her leg room-but it was rare anymore. She could hear the soft breathing and snores of all the crew around her, multiple bodies piled onto the twin couches and floor in between. The smell of coffee from the Keurig was absent, meaning it was still too early for even Rick to be up. Rick was one of the early risers if what you call waking up at 9 a.m early. With their life it was the earliest anyone would be up at home Nat would be up by 7 ready to start her day. She tossed off her blanket stretching again with the limited room she had before stepping through the landmine of bodies over to her phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t really a kitchen, just a single section of the wall that had a sink, fridge, and cabinets to store their snacks and necessities. Just like the chaotic sleeping bodies cords and phones littered the countertop making her amazed the bus didn’t short circuit. It was probably impossible for that to happen, but she was no mechanic, so the thought still crossed her mind. Finding her phone among the pile she opened it up to the check the time it was just before nine. The bus was still moving but the soft way it would stop and start up again meant they were close to their next venue. Correction. Their last venue.

She couldn’t be happier to be off the road she was homesick for her one-bedroom apartment, its’ old floor and cracked paint would be a sight for sore eyes at this moment. Scrolling through her phone the bus lurched to a stop causing the crew to wake and start moving around to find their clothes and get dressed. She found her back grabbing her clothes as fast as she could, but she wasn’t fast enough, Zach pushed past her and took his spot in the bathroom. Not wanting to wait she moved through the tight hallway to the back of the bus, sliding the door open to the bunks Rick was leaning over the side of his bunk hair a mess as he tried to bring himself to wake up.

Passed the bunks was a small room that could be used as a lounge, but usually it was used as storage and a spare changing place. With the band still sleeping it was never used this early in the morning, she patted Ricks knee as she passed, he responded with a grumbly good morning. It wasn’t really him she was worried about. Chris always slept in the bunk behind Rick, it was tradition since they first started touring together.  She was only a tech, often helping anywhere she was needed, primarily working at the merch stand. Despite her low profile throughout the tour, she and Chris had been at odds with each other during their tour, his sometimes-inconsiderate sarcasm and brooding stares made her blood pressure rise. While she never responded with disrespect to the singer, her silence and lack of enthusiasm working with him was response enough.

She tried to be as quiet as possible walking past his open bunk, his body turned so his back faced the alleyway, she thought it would have been easy to sneak by him. She had been wrong. “And where are you going?” his groggy morning voice asked, the sound had a little more bass in it than she was used to. Her body reacted by jumping back hugging her clothes to her chest.

“To get dressed.” She responded when she’d finally caught herself enough to speak.

“Couldn’t do that somewhere else?” his voice still growling.

“Give me five minutes. It won’t be an issue. It’s the night before the last show, cut me some slack.” She barked, opening the door to the back lounge before sliding it shut to change.

She continued to argue with herself about the lack of communication between the two of them. She’d been warned that although he was a nice person at heart and really enjoyed everyone he worked with and loved what he did for a living his perfectionist and workaholic tendencies would cause him to lash out at anyone within reach. She figured it would be the occasional freak out and he’d be back to normal. Nope. The man would sulk around about it keeping it buried in his chest until it all was just too much to handle.

The days off on tour helped, he’d hide away from the group or go on his own adventures, giving him time to decompress. She could never remember if there was something she’d done wrong on tour with anything specific, but nothing was coming to mind.

After dressing and pushing past the band in their bunks, afraid to interact with the demon anymore, she headed back to the front of the bus to help anyone who needed it. Back home it was easy for them to prepare for the last show, they had parked at the warehouse and started to unload the pieces that needed repair were trash or not necessary for the last show of the tour. Zach worked through Vinny’s drum set removing the broken pedals and counting new ones to make sure he had extra. Nat took inventory of the merchandise remaining, some T shirts and hoodies were low in stock-but not like she would have the time to get more-they had ordered over 2000 hoodies for the tour, one of the things that had set Chris off to begin with.

Weeks after starting the tour fans had complained that the craftsmanship of the merch was weak at best, the material falling apart in their washing machines, designs cracking, it had been a mess. Chris beat himself up for weeks saying he should have reviewed the merchandise twice before agreeing to the pieces. But not before snapping at the techs about it, he never blamed her or them, just got snappy and short tempered. Rick suggested they make up for it in other ways and whatever plan the two had come up with seemed to work for them, the singer had calmed down and the tour went on.

Unloading, cleaning, organizing, and loading some more resulted in a very tired and hungry crew. Vin piped up to the group and offered a Pizza Party at his home, Nat almost wanted to refuse, her body crying out for her own apartment and bed for just a few hours before she’d be summoned to the bus again. But one by one, as everyone agreed, she felt pressured to say yes.

Vin’s place was what she expected and not all at the same time, there was furniture, but it didn’t look like anything other than the living room couch being used. Floors were clean but not a lot hanging on the mustard-colored walls, there was food packed in the kitchen but mismatched plates and cups. The dining room table was full of pizza boxes and bottles of wine, while some of the crew popped open the bottles of wine and someone offered the weed they’d brought in, the party started to liven up. Through the loud noise and laughter, she pushed around people to find Vin.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, leaning into his ear so he could hear her.

“Upstairs. First door on the left.”

“You couldn’t spring for one downstairs?” she giggled.

“It’s being renovated. Take it or leave it.” Returning the smile and chuckling. He’d been such a gracious and excited host despite how drained he looked. She leaned over giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading upstairs. Upstairs the party was muted, it was nice, she spent a little extra time sitting up there to regroup, Chris had walked in about thirty minutes ago and she was already looking for excuses to leave. Not that he’d done anything to bother her for the night, he’d been bubbly since he walked in. It was the choice of outfit that had her mouth running dry and watering all at the same time-leather jacket over a swoop neck tank top, black jeans and converse, black shades over his eyes-she needed to leave before she did something she knew she’d regret.

When she was ready to join the living she washed her hands, drying them on the black and red hand towel Vin had hanging by the sink. She’d barely gotten the bathroom door open when Chris’s six-foot tall frame was pushing past the dark wood, his hand resting on her abdomen pushing her back into the bathroom. He turned, making them face one another, her back to the sink and his to the wall. Looking up at him his face showed the heavy weeks of exhaustion-bags under both eyes, his cheeks sinking in, shadows of stubble at his jaw line and above his lip-if it hadn’t been for the sparkle in his eyes, she would have thought he was dead on his feet. His big hand pressed into the door made it impossible for her to open it, she’d turn the knob and pull only for Chris’s body weight to slam it shut again.

“Stop doing that.” He teased.

“Then let me out.”

“Fine. You want out?” He took one stride and closed the distance, his body practically pressed against hers. Turning the knob, he pulled the door open enough for her to slide by if she wanted. The heat from his body and the smell of his cologne, the way his fingers curled around the doorknob-chipped black nail polish and tattooed skin-grip relaxed, barely hanging onto the metal.

“Go then.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the way the words made her skin vibrate put her feet in park. While she had found him annoying and inconsiderate sometimes his humor and good nature made her think he wasn’t so bad. The way he performed on stage, the way he looked in his make-up, the charm-all things that made him extremely attractive and often irresistible. She couldn’t look at him just at the half open door watching it slowly shut and his fingers turning the lock slowly. Her breathing quickened as her heart started to pound in her ears. It wasn’t professional to have relationships with the band or crew, it made for awkward times on the road and even more awkward interactions later. Did that stop her from having crushes on any of them? No.

Every so often the sexual frustration would rear its ugly head and the shameless flirting with either the sweet drummer, intelligent guitarist, two of the techs, and even Chris himself made that rule a little difficult. Of course, she’d never done anything about it, another downfall of sharing such a confined space with the rest of the group-no place to take care of your own personal needs. The only times would be in the shower or if you could catch a free minute on the bus between all the work that needed to be done.

She knew what Vin was doing at 1 am when the rest of the team was starting to crash for the night, the extra time he’d spend in the bus bathroom a relieved look on his face as he made his way back to bed. It was another reason why Rick was such an early riser-wake up, Keurig, stroke his dick, drink coffee, get on with the day. She never bothered to pay attention to Chris, but he would usually be better after his days off, and the only thing she could think of was that he paid for it-or found some groupie on the streets.

Here in Vin’s bathroom with Chris towering over her practically pinning her to the bathroom sink, she couldn’t deny how turned on it made her.

When his fingers rubbed over her cheek then down her neck to push the hair out of the way she made a mental promise she’d only make out with him. That’s all. She straightened herself up the shift in bodies bringing her face closer to Chris their noses brushing against one another. Not sure who moves first or how it all happened suddenly their lips are entwined, tongues sliding over one another tasting each other hands exploring as much of their bodies as they can through their clothes. She doesn’t stop him when he slides his hands down to the elastic of her pants, hooking his fingers through them and her panties pulling the fabric down her legs with harsh forceful tugs. She shimmies her hips until her clothes are at her ankles, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them all without breaking the kiss.

Chris breaks them apart, lips swollen and panting as he slides down to his knees, hooking her leg over his shoulder, the instant his tongue slides inside her she feels all thoughts of how bad this could be and the consequences of their actions drowning and dying with the obscene sounds she begins making. One of his arms is hooked around the leg currently draped over his shoulder holding tight to her thigh, his free hand pushing her other out of the way opening herself to him as his face buries itself deeper. Her hand finds its way into his dark orchid hair tightening around the strands encouraging him to continue what he’s doing.

She’s whimpering, biting her lip raw as she tries to keep the noises to a minimum. Her back is curving and arching her body in a way that humans should not be capable of. Feeling the orgasm building up in her she fights, wanting to push him away, not wanting to give in to whatever they were doing. Chris growls taking her thighs in his grip so hard the soft flesh is being pushed between his fingers she’ll have bruises by morning. Her thighs tighten squeezing as she clenches around his tongue a guttural noise bleeding from her throat as she comes for him.

“Fuck,” he rasped coming up to his full height “you should see your face.”

His hands took her shoulders in a firm grip spinning her around to face the round mirror on the wall. Her copper hair hanging in front of her face strands moving with her breath as she tried desperately to catch it. Chris’s grip loosened from her shoulders to run down her arms with a feathery touch, he stopped at her wrist pulling the elastic band gathering her hair to tie it back into a messy ponytail.

“There,” he purred “Now you can see.”

She looked at her own reflection, the face looking back at her unrecognizable. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw laxed as she tried desperately to normalize her breathing, eyes heavy and unfocused.  

“I’m not done with you, pumpkin.” His sneakers kicked her feet open spreading her legs again for him, the force of his push so much that she braced herself with both hands on the sink. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, she was about to protest, suggest that get back downstairs to the party but two fingers sliding inside her silenced that protest. Her head dropped down fingers curling on the countertop. A sudden jerk of her ponytail made her eyes snap open and refocus on the mirror in front of her, Chris stood behind her, his dark eyes the only thing peering over the top of her head. Already a beautiful dark brown they looked obsidian with the lust he’d become consumed with.

“I want you to see your face when you come.”

His fingers scissored open and closed swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching her walls with expert skills. She couldn’t watch her own face, it was too awkward, but her eyes remained focused on the mirror watching his instead. With each movement of his fingers, she could see his eyes widen, eyebrows twitch, mouth fall open, tongue darting out to lick his lips before pulling them between his teeth.

“So tight. Fuck baby.” He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into her to the knuckle. She starts to grind down on his fingers whimpering as she wants more, his hand has a grip on her ponytail and her mind silently asks him to pull on it again. He wraps her hair around his hand tugging her back so his chest is pressed tight to her back, fingers still buried deep inside her.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” He’s giving her the out. He’s giving her the opportunity to say no, this is her only chance to take it. She doesn’t, she feels that she’s passed the point of no return and now she’d rather burn the bridge than cross it back to the other side. He presses his face into her cheek, nose running through her hair as he inhales her scent, it’s feral, it’s animalistic, it’s so fucking hot. His lips press into her ear, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin. “You gonna come for me my sweet?”

The harsh thrust of his digits makes her rock onto her toes, but his body holds her firmly in place hand tightening on her ponytail to keep her face on the mirror in front of her. Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth hanging open uncontrollably, cheeks are darkening as the blood rushes to her face, she can see her shoulders shaking from her hands supporting most of her weight, her legs nearly incapable of doing their job.

“I need you to come, baby. I want to fuck you.” His teeth take her ear lobe nipping at the soft skin. He starts to grind into her hip, and she can feel how hard he is beneath his jeans. She grinds down hard on his fingers, feeling the coil tighten trying to please him to the best of her ability.

 “You want my dick don’t you, pumpkin?” she whined in response. Grinding back into him hoping he got the message. The loss of his fingers as he pulled them out made her cry, she felt empty body short circuiting. When the pressure of his body weight releases from her back she spins around, he is shocked, probably thinking she’s going to grab her clothes and take off. Instead, she reaches for his jeans undoing the button and sliding down the zipper pushing his clothes down only far enough to set his cock free.

She gasps finally seeing it for herself, she’d thought about it more than once and to see it with her own eyes her mouth starts to water. He lifts her up onto the counter helping her balance as he lines up pushing slowly into her. She hisses as he stretches her, all that work with his fingers and it still didn’t open her up enough for him. A harsh snap of his hips buries himself deeper into her and she cries out, the sounds echoing off the walls. ‘

Chris grabbed the hand towel she’d dried her hands on earlier, pulling it from the ring practically yanking it off the wall. He covered her face with it, the fibers between her teeth and on her tongue. “Can’t have you doing that. As much as I like it, I don’t need to be interrupted.”

Chris moves in a methodic rhythm; one she has seen him do with his mic stand countless times on stage. When he is satisfied with his movements and the pain in her has turned to a beautiful pleasure he rips the hand down from her face, licking into her mouth in a filthy kiss as he continues to roll in and out of her. The drag of his cock on her walls has her gripping at his shirt pulling him closer. She could see now why the late-night hook ups found it so hard to leave the bus in the morning, the way he had her melting was intoxicating.

Breaking away from him she’s breathless, forehead pressed against his hand braced on the edge of the sink her knuckles turning white, her other hand cupping the back of his neck as she lifted herself up meeting his thrusts. His hot breath was panting in her face, tongue sliding out to find her mouth before he’d bring it back in again, she’d never see that tongue the same way again. Her legs wrap around his waist bringing him into her as his hips roll and she’s coming with raspy breathes, his name the only thing she can say. Two more sharp thrusts and he is right behind her, still joined and panting pleasure rides itself out and the guilt and shame settles into her bones. She holds herself steady as he places her on the ground reaching to grab her clothes and put them out with a blank expression on her face.

She remains stone cold as she leaves the bathroom without a word to the singer. Heading downstairs where Vin and Logan have gotten themselves into a makeshift sword fight, Rick is leaning against the hallframe watching the exchange with a grin on his face. Ryan puffing on his vape his girl tucked under his arm while the remaining guests are sitting in the living and dining room finishing off the food.

“You look tired.” Rick comments when he sees her face.

“I feel it.” She agrees “I need a good solid sleep before tomorrow.” She turns to see Vin push Logan over, the tech falling to the ground like he’d been savagely murdered.

“Vin, you mind if I dip out. It’s been a great party.”

“Nah,” the drummer muses not even looking at her “I’ll see you later anyway. G’night.”

She pushes past the crowd and out into the chilly night air. She jumps in her car pulling out of his crowded driveway and street heading to the warehouse where the bus lays waiting for them. Maybe in the silence, she’ll get some much-deserved sleep.

[azaleastobloom]

Things I think would fix hc false

Allying with Pearl in the life series

Court mandated community service

Getting thrown in a river for a little while (not one of the cursed ones)

Sleeping in a bedroom and not in a hidden safe room under the stairs

Things I think would make her worse

Sensory deprivation chamber

A Keurig

Allying with anybody else in the life series

Infinity cube

Taking one of those “what color is your soul” personality quizzes

[moralesluvr]

Could I request a hobie x reader with a morning routine?

morning routine with hobie brown <3

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x spider!fem!black!reader ♡ summary: morning routine with hobie!! ♡ warnings: none ♡ a/n: this idea was literally the cutest ever! tysm for requesting amor ♡ got a request? | masterlist in the works! ♡

"HOBIE, IT'S TIME TO GET UP." You called out to your boyfriend as you slid a pair of shorts on in front of your mirror, stepping into your white Spider-Man slippers. You heard Hobie groan into one of your pillows, "Mmgh, five more minutes, love?"

"No." You sighed, "Unfortunately, there are bad guys we have to defeat today, just like every other day-- you know this. I love you, but you gotta get up."

Your statement earns another groan from your lover, but you ignore it as you walk over to your bed, pulling the covers off of Hobie. A string of loud curses leave his lips as you toss the comforter onto the ground.

"You're so annoying," He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You grabbed his hand and pulled firmly, "Get ready with me?"

Although he pretended otherwise, Hobie loved when you shared your morning routine with him. That definitely woke him up out of his former slumber as he rose up off the bed, following you into the bathroom so that you could start your morning.

You opened the drawer next to you as Hobie flicked the light on, hands taking home on your hips as he stood behind you. He rested his head atop yours as he sighed, "'M tired...think I'm jus' gonna let some people accept their fate today."

"Hobie!" You snap, pulling your matching headbands out of the drawer. You reach above you and hand Hobie his black one, "You can't just say that. We're super heroes and we have to do our job."

"I was only joking," Hobie scoffs, sliding his headband on.

"Handsome, can you tie my braids back?" You asked him sweetly. He nodded eagerly and grabbed a thick hair tie from the cabinet, taking your hair in his big palms and pulling it into a neat ponytail. You thanked him as he stepped beside you, grabbing his toothbrush. You copied his actions as you brushed your teeth, singing the ABCs in your head a couple times to make sure they were clean. You turned the water on and spat, and you nearly felt Hobie shiver.

"I know spitting is necessary in this moment," He starts, "But I have to admit, doll, it is disgusting."

You ignore his statement and roll your eyes, grabbing your face wash. You run your hands under the water for a couple seconds and squirt some into your hands, massaging it into your skin. Hobie follows suit, although he washes his face for what seems like about five seconds.

"Now you know good and well your skin is not clean." You said, eyes screwed shut in hopes to not get the soap in your eye.

Hobie shrugged at your statement as he moisturized his skin, taking the headband off and laying it back in the drawer where it belongs. You finished up your routine quickly, following your lover into the kitchen for quick coffee and breakfast.

"I'm feelin' peckish," Hobie remarks, opening the doors to your shared pantry to find something to eat. You scoff at his use of British slang.

"Peckish? Why not just say 'looking for a little snack' you nerd." You laugh, grabbing one of your mugs from the cupboard. You pop a Starbucks pod into the Keurig, letting your mug sit underneath as you venture back to your bedroom to grab some clothes and your suit.

You slip on a pair of black cargos and a teeny white crop, something that you can easily slip in and out of if need be. You hear footsteps approach the door, Hobie's half-clothed body leaning against the doorframe.

"Wanna match outfits today?" He suggests, taking a bite out of a bagel that's filled to the brim with cream cheese. You nod, "Sure, if you wanna wear somethin' like this, 'cause I don't feel like changing."

"Mkay," He remarks, pulling the first two items out of the drawer that resemble your outfit. He grabs a spiky belt and pulls it through the loops of his pants, the waistband of his Calvin Kleins showing. You take the hair tie out of your hair and stuff it in your pocket, grabbing your keys-- "Are you about ready to go, Hobs? Don' wanna be late."

"Yeah, comin'!" He yells, but you're already heading for the door by the time he's even halfway ready to go. You scoop your coffee up from the kitchen, opening the front door, "Yo, I'm leaving!" You sing song, stepping through the door.

"Y/N, you idiot, wait!"

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

[ms-wwe]

CHAPTER 1 (PT 1) OF MY NEW DAMIAN PRIEST X OC FIC!!

I stood in front of my full-length mirror studying my body and what it’s become, my tattoos that cover from my ankles to my collarbones have weathered and faded ink from years of living. My muscles are still prominent, yet not as defined as they were in my twenties. My short pixie-like almost black hair was still damp from my shower moments ago, my makeup-less face dawning dark circles beneath my eyes that never seemed to fade away even with layers of makeup. I sighed at the thought of what this morning would hold, how my life was fixing to be laid out in vivid detail to a woman I’d only spoken to via phone or email. I closed my eyes and exhaled, taking in the faint sound of the birds outside my bedroom window, being here, being home, always felt like a different world to me, and the thought of someone invading this home to dig up thirty-four years of trauma left a pit in my stomach. But alas, I was the one who asked to do this here, at the compound, in the comfort of my childhood home, the comfort of knowing my fathers were just some hundred feet away from where I was in the comfort of their own homes. I opened my eyes and stared at myself once more, adjusting the bra straps resting on my shoulders, and pulling the waistband of my underwear to a more comfortable position. I turned around to face my bed, grabbed the clothes I had sat aside a mere fifteen minutes prior, and began sliding them on. I figured since we were going to be reliving the horrors that eclipsed my life, I needed to be comfortable, which is why I chose to slide on grey sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt I took from my Orlando home. These clothes still smelt like Florida, of my beautiful modern home with high ceilings and black and white décor. I pulled the sleeves of the large sweatshirt into my palms and held it to my nose, raking in a deep inhale, embracing the comfort of the scent, this sweatshirt smelt of his Cologne, and it felt as if it was keeping me grounded in the impending doom of this day. I pulled myself from my daze, knowing my time to get ready and presentable was coming to an end sooner rather than later. I opened the flimsy old bedroom door and was immediately engulfed in the eerie silence inside the home, I still wasn’t used to it. I proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen, trying not to notice the picture frames still hung on the wall surrounding me, or the faint scent of old cigarette smoke still lingering in the air. My grandfather, the man who raised me for half of my childhood had been gone for years at this point, yet being in his home without him still had this strange ability to make it feel as though he’d just passed recently. It was a sensation I still had not grown accustomed to. I made my way into the kitchen and made a beeline straight for the old coffee pot that had seen better days, I never understood why my grandfather refused to upgrade to a Keurig machine, but now that he's gone I find comfort in this old coffee pot that was hanging on for dear life. I turned the pot on and grabbed the canister of coffee sitting on its right side, it was brand new and had a small note taped to the lid.

[toptierestates]

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Experience the perfect blend of comfort and convenience, situated just moments away from DFW and AT&T Stadium. Whether you're a business professional or a sports fan, our cozy retreat offers the essentials for your stay.

The space

Sleeping Arrangements:

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Key Features:

✔ Professionally Cleaned & Sanitized ✔ Easy Self Check-in w/ Keypad ✔ Smart TV in the Living Room ✔ Fast Wi-Fi ✔ Laptop Friendly Workspace ✔ Plenty of fresh towels, linens, and bathroom essentials ✔ In-home washer and dryer ✔ Fully equipped gourmet kitchen (cookware, silverware, drinkware) ✔ Fully stocked Keurig coffee station ✔ Custom Guidebook w/ Local Recommendations and Tips ✔ In-unit Washer & Dryer ✔ Pet Friendly

Nearby Attractions:

• 5.0 mi from DFW Airport • 5.9 mi from AT&T Stadium • 5.4 mi from Hurricane Harbor • 6.6 mi from Choctaw Stadium • 6.5 mi from Texas Live! • 6.5 mi from Six Flags • 6.7 mi from Globe Life Park • 18 mi from Fort Worth Stockyards

Guest access

The rental property includes 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a living room, and a fully equipped kitchen. You will have access to the entire home during your stay.

Other things to note

Our home offers a fully equipped kitchen, complete with all the necessary cookware and utensils, as well as a cozy living room with a flat screen tv. We also provide complimentary Wi-Fi, keyless entry, free private parking and pets are welcomed.

Important: Please note that before before you receive access to the property, you will need to complete all of the following pre-check-in requirements:

✔ Complete Check-in Form ✔ $100 security deposit (refundable) for incidentals ✔ Sign Lease Agreement

Pet Policy: Pets are welcomed, with the first pet staying free of charge. Each additional pet will incur a fee of $75. Pets must be placed in a kennel when no one is home.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 11

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, Kelsie is her own warning 😈

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Super short but super important chapter here! This is setting up our Mega Angst for the story, which will be coming next! 👀

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the stellar divider! 🥰

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

Ugh, why isn't this coffee kicking in, you thought to yourself while you sat at your desk attempting to proofread several articles for the Thursday digital edition of the paper later that morning. I've read this same sentence no less than 5 times.

You shook your head, trying to clear it. The unusual quiet in the normally bustling office definitely wasn't helping your sleepiness. Maybe some stronger coffee will help.

You stood up and walked towards the break room.  Skyler had brought a bag of espresso roast coffee in the previous week and you were pretty sure there was some still left. 

You paused as you spotted Ellison at the Keurig. "Copier's on the fritz again," you said, walking over towards the cabinet that held the coffee mugs. "Thought you should know."

Ellison nodded as he waited for his coffee to finish. "Hopefully there'll be enough money in the budget to replace it next year. Damn thing's probably older than I am."

He looked over at you and squinted. "No offense, but you look like shit."

You huffed out a laugh. "Gee thanks, Mitch. You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"Rough night?"

You shook your head. "Just tired. I only slept about an hour last night." 

Ellison studied you for a moment. "Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Go home and get some rest."

You opened your mouth to protest, then thought better of it. You were still exhausted and a nap honestly sounded wonderful at the moment. "Are you sure?" you asked instead. "I was just going to get some more coffee and try to power through the rest of the day."

Ellison nodded. "Absolutely. It's been a slow news day, and besides, you've been working your ass off lately and deserve a break."

You smiled. "Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it."

Ellison shrugged. "Eh, don't get all sappy on me. I just don't want you burning out on me, otherwise who else would tell me if my editorial column sucks or not?"

You grinned. "Oh I'm sure people would be lining up for that privilege."

Ellison chuckled. "Seriously, go get some rest."

You nodded. "I will. Thanks, Mitch. Really. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked back out to your desk and gathered your things, then stopped by Skyler's desk. "Ellison gave me the rest of the day off, so I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"

Skyler nodded. "Okay. Get some rest."

As you headed down to the first floor and out the door, you considered stopping by Daredevil on your way home so you could apologize to Matt in person.

You headed towards your apartment building, sighing happily when you finally walked in the door.

You shook your head. You were so tired that you honestly weren't even sure if you could come up with a coherent apology. I'll talk to him after my article is turned in.

You peeked in your pantry and refrigerator, wrinkling your nose at the paltry options you had for dinner that evening. Instead of a choice between boxed pasta, instant ramen, or leftover Chinese takeout you wished you had Matt's spaghetti carbonara, pesto-parmesan linguine, and tiramisu. Maybe I could order something for delivery later, try something else on the menu.

You headed into your bedroom, changing into something more comfortable before climbing into bed. 

Your mind drifted to your article. You really didn't want to have to replay the last few minutes of the blind tasting yet again, but you needed to add a bit about it at the end so you could give it a quick read-through then send it to Ellison.

You sighed. You were a professional, dammit, and no matter your feelings, you were going to write a damn good article about Matt… Even if you never spoke to him again after it was all over.

I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night… No, take responsibility for your actions, Matthew. 

I'm sorry for trying to kiss you last night… Actually, no, I'm really not.

I apologize for my behavior last night. I must have misread the situation and… Ugh.

Matt sighed as he rode the elevator up to the Bulletin offices, wishing he would have had time to make a fresh tiramisu for you. 

He stepped off the elevator, unable to detect your now-familiar heartbeat among those of the rest of the Bulletin staff.

"Can I help you?" said a woman's voice to his left.

"Uh, yeah." Matt turned towards her and asked to speak to you.

"She's not here."

Matt sighed. Damn it. He probably wouldn't have time to come back later and based on what Foggy had said about you looking miserable he wasn't sure if you would be willing to come by the restaurant either. "Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Actually ," the woman continued, "she's out on assignment for the rest of the day. You know those investigative types, always looking for their next big scoop."

Matt furrowed his brow. That had been the exact opposite of the type of stories you had told him you were interested in writing. "I thought she was in Features."

"Oh, yeah, she is, but she really wants to be an investigative journalist, you know, digging up the dirt on people, finding out their deepest, darkest secrets and publishing them for the world to see." The woman paused. "Nothing nor no one is going to stand in the way of her and a good exposé… even if she has to make one up."

She made a dismissive sound. "Anyway, would you like to leave a message for her? I'll make sure that she gets it."

Matt shook his head. "Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll… catch up with her another time. Thank you."

"Sure thing. Have a nice day!"

Matt walked back to the elevator then headed down to the first floor. He had thought that he was getting to know you, but after that surprise revelation from your coworker he wasn't so sure.

He shook his head. Could you have been lying to him this whole time?

[klainepolls]

unexpected- day 4 of 7

by: @kurtsascot

day 1, day 2, day 3

POLL AT END DECIDES BLAINES NEXT MOVE

———

“Music Theory,” Blaine says, and, senseless, he continues, “I go to NYU.”

He regrets the confession instantaneously.

Giving Kurt all the ammunition necessary to remember him isn’t his best idea.

He braces himself, wanting to be anywhere but alone in his apartment with Kurt, awaiting his inevitable rejection.

But, the rejection doesn’t come. Instead, a baby pink tinge dusts across Kurt’s cheeks and neck. It’s a similar hue to his lips; a bit sweeter, a tad lighter, but the color’s just as distracting, and Blaine latches onto how the tint smolders under tender overhead light.

“I know,” Kurt says through a laugh, the skin at the corners of his eyes creasing.

Blaine feels himself marginally relax. Okay. Maybe his crush isn’t as obvious as he thought. Maybe Kurt really doesn’t remember him from last semester, and this skittish, jumpy stranger is his first impression of who Blaine is.

Are either of those better options?

Blaine’s not sure.

“Oh?” He prompts, partially lost, partially just wanting to hear Kurt’s voice again.

Kurt rubs his lips together and nods, thoroughly pleased. He throws a puckish glance towards Blaine’s hands.

Following Kurt’s eyes, Blaine finds that the top paper in the pile he holds is decorated with NYU’s crest, offensively enlarged and in full color. His laptop, beneath the assortment of paper, has a Bobcat sticker on the protective case, directly in Kurt’s line of sight, and, his school bag, next to Kurt and by the door, has a pin from NYU’s most recent Choral Arts concert…

“Right.” Blaine ducks his head. He regroups, trying to save himself from further embarrassment. “What about you? Are you in college?”

Blaine watches Kurt adjust his hold on his coat, his fingers clenching and unclenching, the faint squeak of polyester pricking the air. “Yeah,” he starts, treading carefully. “I go to NYU for theater. I graduate at the end of the semester.”

Blaine smiles. “That’s weird, that’s my major too-,” He takes his clutter to the entryway, shoving the assortment into his schoolbag. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen you around.”

There’s a pregnant pause.

Blaine looks up as he zips his bag closed.

He can’t decipher what expression Kurt wears. He’s searching for something to say.

Something’s off.

His smile doesn’t fill his face like it did before.

“Yeah...” Kurt pulls the garment closer to his chest, clears his throat and looks past Blaine, past the couch and down the hallway that leads to his bedroom. “Laundry?” He avoids Blaine’s eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Blaine scrambles to stand. He dusts off his knees and takes a few steps forward, before stopping in the hall. He doesn’t have to guide Kurt- his apartment isn’t that big. He shouldn’t hover. “Down the hall, to the right,” he points. “Everything you need should be in there.”

“Thanks,” Kurt mutters. He scoots past Blaine, steps into the laundry room, and clicks the door shut behind him.

Blaine returns to the kitchen and collapses on one of the island’s bar stools, unable to escape the onset of awkward energy that is smothering his apartment.

He sits in his discomfort and fidgets. His foot runs along one of the chair rungs. He listens to the distant echo of Kurt working his way through detergent and topical stain treatments, of water turning on and off.

He doesn’t sound like he’s in a hurry to get out of here, but, it also doesn’t sound like he’s taking his time…

Blaine groans. This is a disaster. He ruined everything, and he’s being a terrible host.

He needs to get himself together.

[hyperfixationsporfavor]

Breakfast

Breakfast (Geto/Reader)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is another installation of the Geto family one shot I wrote. No, it’s not a series, but both fics take place in the same universe. Now the twins are slightly older. I have no excuse for writing this, just that I miss writing for Geto and the twins full time. I might write another fic with the twins as teens. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: implied smut towards the end, some suggestive language (nothing too raunchy) 

You managed to wake up just a few minutes before your alarm went off. Instead of attempting to reclaim your remaining few minutes, you decided to bite the bullet and just get up. 

You turned off the alarm and reached over to grab your husband's hand. He grunted in acknowledgement while his eyes remained shut. Just a few more minutes and he’d drag himself out of bed. 

You made sure not to wake the sleeping twins that rested between you and Suguru. Last night Mimiko came scurrying into your room, crying about a nightmare she’d had. Her father quickly relented and allowed her to sleep in your bed. Nanako must have snuck in some time after that. 

You quietly pulled the covers up over the two of them and padded out of the room. You headed down the hallway and retreated into the kitchen to get some coffee. The sun was barely poking out over the city skyline. 

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and turned around to find Nanako standing behind you.

“Nanako,” you gasped. “You scared me angel.”

The poor thing could barely keep her eyes open as she reached up to you. You chuckled as you picked her up and settled her on your hip.

“You’re sleepy this morning,” you mused as you put your coffee mug under the Keurig. 

“What would you like for breakfast Nana?” 

“Cheeto puffs,” she mumbled as she nestled her face in the crook of your neck.

That made you laugh. “I’m sorry angel, but that’s not a breakfast food.”

You made your way to the fridge and pulled out a few different items with your free hand. 

“How about some delicious eggs and some toast,” you offered. “Oh, and I see some strawberries.”

She perked up a little as you pulled the bowl out of the fridge and set in on the counter. 

You handed her a strawberry and she eagerly took it. 

“Thank you Mommy,” she mumbled. 

Mimiko came prancing into the kitchen with Suguru trailing behind her. 

“Good morning Mommy,” she cheerily greeted.

“Good morning to you my other angel.”

She wrapped her arms around your leg and looked up to her sister. 

“Wake up Nana! It’s morning,” she giggled.

You tried to set your daughter down only to have her start whining. 

Suguru quickly scooped her up and pecked your lips. 

“Good morning,” he murmured.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you jested. “Would you mind taking care of the coffee so I can fix breakfast?”

“Sure.”

He set Nanako down and plucked another strawberry out of the bowl. 

“Mimi, you and your sister can watch some tv before breakfast,” he offered.

Nanako instantly straightened up and jolted to the television. 

“Powerpuff Girls!” she cheered.

Mimiko happily took her strawberry from her father’s hand and rushed to the living room to join her sister. 

After Suguru filled two mugs with coffee and shut off the machine he sauntered up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You giggled as he attacked your cheek with a smattering of kisses. 

“Suguru, you’re going to make me burn the eggs,” you playfully argued. 

“You’re so beautiful in the morning,” he mumbled. 

“Yeah,” you murmured. 

You softly gasped when his teeth brushed over your shoulder. 

“Suguru,” you softly warned. “The girls need to eat.”

“Just two minutes,” he whispered. “I need you.”

You bit your lip as you felt his ‘need’ for you press against your backside. 

Pre children, he would have set you on the countertop and taken you then and there. But now you needed to be a little more strategic, given you had less privacy. 

You cleared your throat and tilted your head towards your bedroom. 

He smirked at your silent confirmation and trailed back down the hall. 

You briskly finished cooking the eggs, setting them on two plates and delivering them to the girls. 

They could eat in front of the television just once. 

‘Just once.’

You practically sprinted to meet up with Suguru. You had to be quick. You only had a few minutes. 

~

The End.