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spicybleach · 6 months ago

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Too Sweet: Melissa Schemmenti x Kassandra (me)

Prompt: Based off the song Too Sweet by Hozier (This song has me in a chokehold and reminds me of Melissa ❤️) Kassandra wasn’t an early bird, I know why become a teacher since they wake up at the ass crack of dawn. She loved working with kids, especially back in the Bronx where she lived in poverty until college. Her being the honorary big sister to all the neighborhood kids, she found her passion.

Translation of a couple words:

My love/darling: habibi حبيبي (Arabic)

My little sunflower: il mio piccolo girasole (Italian)

Warnings: Fluff,Alcohol consumption.

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Philly was a mini Bronx to Kassandra and she felt right at home. She was looking forward to her new neighborhood and teaching second grade this year. Kassandra just finished her degree to be a teacher at Abbot Elementary. When picking what school she was going to be at, her fellow classmates warned her about the questionable school and a certain someone Melissa Schemmenti. According to the others, Melissa was mean, a bully even to any new teacher that walked into the place. Nobody lasted there, ever, well except Janine. The young teacher wasn’t phased by that at all. She decided so was going to move to Philly and be the best damn teacher ever.

Weeks before the kiddos were set to be back in the classroom all buzzing with excitement from their summer break, telling their friends, teachers and anyone who would listen to what shenanigans they got into in the summer. There was rumors a foot going around about a new teacher at Abbot. Ava, the principal sent a group text to the group chat she has with her teacher friends. Ava would use the word friend loosely, Janine being her biggest annoyance thus far.

Anyways, Kassandra arrived at the school to start setting up her classroom. With papers falling out of a box, dropping a couple pens and highlighters on the front step. Kassandra groans turning around to pick everything up, ‘ Please let this go smoothly’ she thought to herself. Suddenly this bright eyed, enthusiastic man grabs the door for you.

“ Oops I’m sorry, let me help you.” The man smiled. Kassandra smiles back, “Thank you.” She heads into the door and stopping in her tracks. Woah, she quietly says to herself but the man behind her still hears her.

“ I know. Amazing isn’t it?. OH!” The man exclaims, “I’m Jacob by the way and you?” He reaches his hand out to shake yours.

“Kassandra.” She said with a smile.

“ Oh my god? You’re the new teacher?!.” Jacob says jumping a little.

“Yes that is me, can you tell?” Kassandra said shyly.

“ Yeah but it’s okay the crew and I will help you with anything you need. Come on, let’s go to the break room!” Jacob grabs her arm guiding her to the noisy room where everyone is at.

“ Guys!” Jacob slams through the door.

“ Oh hello Jacob good to see you hun!.” A much older black teacher turns from the table.

“ Everyone this is our new teacher Kassandra.” Jacob excitedly says and she walks from behind him still struggling to carry all this stuff.

“ Hi everyone it’s nice to meet you.” Kassandra said from behind her box.

“ Oh dear, here put your stuff down. Don’t wanna hurt yourself. I’m Mrs Howard but you can call me Barbra.” The older teacher helps her put your things on the table so she won’t drop any more items.

“ Nice to meet you Barb.” Kassandra smiled and let out a sigh of relief from all that weight.

Two more teachers walk in along with principal Ava.

“ Gregory! Janine! Ava! This is our new teacher Kassandra.” Jacob said enthusiastically as they walked into the room.

“ Nice to meet you.” Gregory and Janine said in unison.

Janine loves to talk and well that’s what she did asking you questions about Kassandra’s life, school ect. Everyone sat and listened to her tell a few stories about her upbringing, school life you name it. Finally, Melissa walks in, “Melissa! There you are sweetheart. Come meet our newest teacher yes?.” Barbra stands from the table greeting the fiery redhead with a hug. Kassandra turns around to face Melissa. Melissa gets a wif of her sweet perfume as she swings her hair around. For a split second, Melissa felt like she was in an episode of the twilight zone. Time stood still, My god, she’s beautiful. Barb nudges her friend in the arm knocking her from her thoughts. “ Come on don’t be rude, say hi.” Barb said with a smile gesturing her friend towards Kassandra. The beautiful young black woman stood before her, also being the same height as Melissa herself but Mel being a little taller especially in heels.

“Hi, I’m Kassandra, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard things about you.” She reached her hand out and the red head takes it. Melissa gives her a look, scanning her body fairly quickly to where no one but Barb notices.

“Hi, I’m Melissa. Good things I hope.” Melissa smirks taking a step back after they shook hands. What Melissa doesn’t see is her best friend Barb behind her smiling like she was offered a glass of the finest wine.

“Mmm, I’ll be the judge of that.” Kassandra smirks, licking her bottom lip ever so slightly. That draws Melissa’s attention to her lips, a piercing? She thought to herself, it was one of those labret piercings that goes up and down on her lip, ah a horizontal labret; nice.

“ Alright kid, let me show you to your room, it’s just right across the hall from mine.” Melissa says grabbing a heavy box of Kassandra’s things from the table. Kassandra follows gorgeous red head to her new classroom. Melissa wasn’t as mean as Kassandra thought. Kassandra started her tasks already knowing what she wants to do for her classroom.

Melissa tilted her head to the side a bit, “ Sunflowers?” The lovely red said picking up a sunflower decoration from the box.

Kassandra turns around from what she’s doing and flashes a smile, “Yeah, I love sunflowers. See.” The beautiful young teacher showed Melissa her right hand in her ring finger, a sunflower finger tattoo. Melissa lightly grabs the woman’s hand, “Cute.” Oh my god, I’m touching her hand, again. Schemmenti what has gotten into you, Melissa thought to herself.

“ Well, if you need anything I’ll just be in the room across the hall.” Melissa said still holding the younger woman’s hand.

“ Oh I’ll definitely hold that against you, anytime.” Kassandra blushes, turning her face a little so Mel doesn’t see her face. And with that Melissa left, her perfume overtook Kassandra’s nostrils, hammering the scent in her brain; it was intoxicating but in a good way.

Melissa found her way back to the break room where her best friend Barb is. Barb looks up from what she was doing at the table, “mmm.” was all the woman said. Melissa rolled her eyes taking a seat next to her, “ What Barb?.” The red head folded her arms across her chest.

“Oh nothing.” Barb paused for a second, “ You just looked like you were a deer caught in headlights right about now, wanna talk about it?.” Barb gently placed her hand on top of her friends.

“No, thank you. I’m good.” Melissa said nonchalantly but deep down she DOES want to talk about it because what is happening to her? Is this some type of sick prank being pulled or what?. The red head let out the biggest sigh. Barb hits her arm lightly, “ Oh come on dear I know you wanna talk.” Melissa grunts, “Fine.” She gets up from her seat.

“ You know me Barb right.” Melissa said running her hands through her long red locs.

“ Melissa, sweetheart you are scaring me. I’ve never seen you like this except for well if the eagles lost a game and game season is over so what is this about?. “ Barb said frowning going up to her friend holding her hands in hers.

“ Barb I-I don’t know. It’s her.” Melissa said almost a whisper on the last part. Finally Barb clicked two and two together.

“ Sweetheart, I seen the way you looked at her earlier and I only know that look because I get like that with my Gerald.” Barb said with a smile, Melissa’s expression softens.

“ For a moment, it’s like I wasn’t even here you know? I just couldn’t breathe and- and I get this weird pit in my stomach everytime I looked at her.” Melissa said in a panic, Barb pulled her friend into a hug.

“ Look, you might just have a crush on her like you did with that fireman.” Barb shrugs her shoulders, “ Or- maybe you could be developing feelings yes?.” Melissa looked at her friend, “ What? No?. I don’t have a crush Barb you’re reading too much into just one interaction we had.” Barb sighed, shaking her finger at her. “No Melissa, I know what I saw. I’ve known you for how long? You think I can’t read you?” Barb chuckles a bit, “ This isn’t the hard to get Melissa Schemmenti, I don’t know what it is yet but I know you have the biggest heart of any of the people I’ve ever met. Why not have a conversation with her and see where it goes hmm?.” Melissa gives Barb a glare, one that kills. Maybe Barb is right. She does have a crush and boy does Melissa and Barb know it. Unbeknownst to the duo, Mr Johnson and Ava creep outside the hallway getting front row seats to this budding romance.

“ I got 500 that Melissa and Kassandra get together.” Ava whispers, “Deal.” Mr Johnson said quietly and returning to whatever shenanigans he was up too. Nothing gets past Ava in her school.

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1 year later and a short flashback:

Melissa became very fond of the young black woman. They have a few things in common like drinking wine, the love of Italian food (especially Melissa’s Italian food when Mel would bring leftovers to work with her reserved especially for her il mio piccolo girasole. That was Melissa’s nickname for Kass, her little sunflower; she brightens up Mel’s day with her radiant smile, her gorgeous brown eyes Mel takes glances of when Kass isn’t looking. Also her nickname in Mel’s phone. Recently Kass called Mel, Habibi meaning my love/darling in Arabic. It took Mel by surprise but nonetheless she loved the cute pet name. Melissa should thank Janine for inviting Kass out for drinks one night with the crew because it made them closer, everyone knows Mel is too prideful to even do so.

On a Saturday night, Melissa invited the young woman over for some homemade lasagna and a good wine to pair the dish with along with a tiramisu for dessert. Melissa has planned this day for weeks, changing the menu a million times to what she thinks Kassandra would like, down to what outfit she was going to wear. Like Melissa told Kass, this isn’t a date it’s just dinner between two friends. Kassandra arrived in a short black dress that hugged her curves in the right places, paired with a black red bottom heel, her dark locs in messy boho braids, her perfume sweet. A bottle of wine tucked under her arm as she fumbled with her purse to get her phone out letting Melissa know she’s here.

The front door swings open revealing a well dressed Melissa. Her signature leather pants tight, a green tank top, that fucking leather jacket, her hair cascading around her, her makeup is soft. Kassandra smelled a familiar scent that overtook her nose. Melissa flashes her famous smile that’d make anyone melt.

“Hey hon. Is that wine I see? You look great.” Melissa smirks her one arm propping her up against the door frame and the other on her hip.

“ Hey habibi. Yes, it’s something I think we’ll both enjoy. Thank you, you as well as always.” Kassandra smiled back handing her the bottle. Melissa steps aside to let her in, closing the door behind the woman.

“ Ha- what?.” Melissa said trying to pronounce the word in her thick Philly accent. Kassandra laughs at the red head trying to pronounce the word.

“ My love/ darling. You gave me a little nickname or whatever so you needed one. After all I’m your il mio piccolo girasole after all.” Kassandra smiled up at the red head. Melissa liked loved the nickname. Melissa sat the wine bottle on the counter, grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet, pouring two glasses for the both of them. Kassandra took a sip of wine from the glass, a little spilled out of her mouth. Melissa watched the bead of wine drip from her lips, running down her chin and landing on her busty chest. Melissa bit her lip, she knows it’s not the wine since they just opened the bottle.

“ Oops.” Kassandra wiped the bead of wine off her chest. Melissa watching her closely, the way her breast jiggled when she touched them briefly.

“So.” Melissa pauses swirling her finger around the rim of her glass, “ Hungry? I made lasagna and for dessert tiramisu.”

Kassandra’s eyes lit up knowing Melissa knows how much she enjoys her, her food.

“ I could eat.” Kassandra smirks against the glass in her mouth.

Melissa guides her to the dining room where the table is set and the only light in the room is candles. A singular sunflower sits on top of a plate on the table. Melissa takes the glass from Kassandra setting it by the plate with a sunflower.

“ Schemmenti, I thought this wasn’t a date?.” Kassandra said with a raised brow turning to the red head beside her.

“ Hon it’s not. Can’t a friend just give a friend a flower that reminds her of? Come sit I’ll get you a plate of that lasagna. Save room for dessert too.” Melissa gestures to the chair she pulled out for her. Kassandra walks over taking a sit in the chair. Melissa watched as her curves swayed when she walked. Melissa disappeared to the kitchen but not before she stole glances of the beautiful black woman sitting at her table. God she wishes SHE was the dessert for the night. Admiring the sunflower in her hand, Kassandra bring it up to her nose inhaling it’s scent. Melissa reappears with the plates of lasagna.

The conversation flows smoothly between the two women. The Italian music; loud, the laughter; even louder, Melissa’s feelings; electric. “ I’m gonna clean this up real quick and we can get to dessert.” Melissa stands from her chair taking all plates and glasses to the kitchen. Kassandra followed in toe. Melissa places the dishes in the sink.

“ I think I’m ready for dessert. Dinner was delicious.” Kassandra said leaning against the island. Melissa turns from the sink shooting the woman a smile.

“ I’m glad you liked it. Now,.” Melissa smiled, clapping her hands together, “ Let’s get you some of that dessert.” Melissa heads to the fridge bringing out a glass dish of the tiramisu, grabbing two forks as she heads over to the woman at the counter. Melissa hands Kassandra a fork , instantly digging in. “Well?” Melissa said with a raised brow waiting for an answer.

“ Oh my god.” Kassandra said with a mouthful, “ This is incredible habibi.” Melissa smiles taking a bite too. She watched the way the fork hit the young woman’s lips. Her red lipstick sticking to the fork, the way Kassandra’s tongue slide on and around it sent shivers down Mel’s spine. Oh god how pretty she’d look bent over the counter screaming my name, Melissa thought to herself. She’d never take advantage of her friend like that especially since they gone through 3 bottles of wine. “ I’m glad you like it hon.” Just then Melissa noticed a bit of whipped cream on her bottom lip. “ What?” Kassandra caught Mel staring a hole into her. “ Let me get that for you hon.” Melissa points to her lip. Stepping closer to her, their bodies now touching. Melissa takes her thumb wiping away the cream off her lip. Kassandra takes Mel’s hand licking off the whipped cream from her thumb. Melissa rests her hand on her face, it’s warm and soft to the touch. For a moment the world stopped for them both. Looking into each other’s eyes.

“ Thank you Mel.” Kassandra said softly leaning into the older woman’s hand more.

“ You’re welcome.” Melissa rubs her cheek with her thumb. Kassandra blushes hard. It was so quiet in fact, too quiet to where Melissa heard the woman’s heart beating from her touch. Melissa was close enough to kiss her but doesn’t because she respects her too much to do anything with them not being sober.

“ I’m getting sleepy habibi, I think I’m in a food coma.” Kassandra said pulling Melissa closer as if they aren’t close enough, laying her head on the redheads chest listening to her faint heartbeat. Melissa wraps her arms around the young woman. Her hands playing with her boho braids.

“ I’m glad you enjoyed the food il mio piccolo girasole. You aren’t driving home tonight. Come on let’s get you to bed hm?.” Melissa said caressing Kassandra’s face light with her hand, kissing the top of her head. And up the stairs they go, Melissa’s room is just as expected; warm like her hugs, beautiful and bright like her smile. Kassandra takes her dress off, leaving only her matching bra and thong. Melissa looks on, admiring the way her thong just hugs her curves, her bra concealing those soft plumped breasts. Melissa doing the same, going over to her closet looking for a t shirt.

“ Here.” Melissa said, throwing Kassandra a shirt and grabbing another for herself. Melissa turns around already in her shirt, Kassandra is on the other side of the bed struggling to put hers on. Melissa chuckles to herself, “ Hon, let me help you.” She walks over to the tipsy young woman. Her bra still being on, Melissa reaches around her and un clasps it, Kassandra’s breasts falling.

“ Why? I think I got it. Almost.” Kassandra whines still not being able to put the shirt on. Melissa pops her head through the top of the shirt, helping her slip her arms in the holes.

“ There we go. Now you’ve got it. You were struggling hon. You’re welcome. So um, you can sleep here and I’ll just take the couch okay? Goodnight.” Melissa said helping her on the bed. As she was walking away she felt a hand grab her arm.

“ No..” Kassandra choked out, “ Please sleep with me? Please.” Melissa looks at her beautiful brown eyes, damn it those beautiful eyes of hers. “ Yeah, of course.” A smile is painted around the young one’s face. Melissa gets in bed beside her, pulling the covers to let her in. Kassandra gets in, lying on Melissa’s chest with an arm draped over her stomach. Melissa pulls her a bit closer, Kassandra now lying on top of Mel.

“Habibi?” Kassandra spoke softly. That nickname just gets Melissa everytime.

“ Yes, il mio piccolo girasole?” Melissa smiles, caressing her face with one of her hands.

“ I had so much fun tonight, thank you for inviting me over. I love you.” Kassandra kisses Mel’s neck lightly, settling into her as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

“ I love you too.” Melissa kisses her forehead, playing with her hair as they both drift off to sleep.

This was one of many encounters the two unknown lovers had that would lead to their relationship and maybe even a marriage in the future.

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HI GUYS! So I decided I’m gonna do this in parts because I’m just too excited about this. FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED ❤️❤️❤️ part two is below: ⬇️ ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Dr. Husband

word count: 5278

pairing: doctor steve rogers x wife reader

warnings: talks about heat exhaustion? there’s nothing graphic, but if the hospital theme bothers you, then this isn’t the fic to read!

prompts (from @/fluffyomlette): “Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?” and “You’re not supposed to pick favourites, doc.” “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

a/n: this just popped in my head about a month ago and i had to write it for no explainable reason. i really couldn’t think of a title oops. if you all have a better idea please tell me so i can change it lol.

please excuse any mistakes!

Summer was finally in full force, blazing sun rays beamed down on the dry ground and once gorgeous flowers drooped in dire need of water. Sounds of children playing outside, pool water splashing as a result of cannonballs, while lawnmowers whirled to life and laughter from the watching wives resounded this afternoon. In your neighborhood, it was tradition that the women would get together every other Saturday and have drinks in the cul-de-sac while their husbands had unsaid competitions of manicuring their yards. Unfortunately for you, your husband was a doctor and that meant little time for him to do the yard, and you didn’t have children at the moment that could go play with the others. The women who were your neighbors were a bit too picky choosy for your taste. They only seemed to bond over their children and sitting around home, two of which you didn’t have or do, so you weren’t ever truly invited to their day-drinking. It was actually fine with you as these people were so hot n’cold and you were just tired of trying to fit in with faux friends. You had plenty of true friends and then your husband who was a child of his own.

For three weekends so far, Steve had told you he’d cut the lawn and as much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that he was so exhausted from work and being on call a majority of the time, that he would never find the hours to do so. That was okay with you because what he did was important and you weren’t gonna be on his ass like the feds about the yard when you could easily do it yourself. It wasn’t like he was just sitting around, no, he was working so you just decided to cut the lawn yourself, something you’d done plenty of times before.

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Unfortunately the day you chose to do so, the sun was out blazing and a simple walk out the door was a trip to an off-brand hell. Instead of making a wise decision and waiting to cut the grass in the evening, you chose the latter and decided to cut the grass at noon, the very time the sun was in full shine.

Dressed in attire for yard work and having already eaten a sandwich for lunch, you headed out the garage door to tackle the mess there in hopes of finding the push mower within. Steve’s father, Joseph, had given you both a lot of his lawn equipment, but the riding mower was broken at the moment and you (again) stupidly decided to push mow the almost two acre lawn. It took a good half hour to get the darned thing out on the driveway and while doing so, you noticed that your neighbors, the wives to be exact, had decided to come out for one of their occasional and somehow spontaneous get-togethers which consisted of unattended kids drawing with chalk as their mothers sat a few feet away dipping their feet in the small splash pool. You often found the idea both inventive and funny.

For only a second more did you let your attention linger on the group before returning back to fill the lawn mower with gasoline. After doing so, you tossed on a pair of sunglasses and went full steam ahead with cutting the grass, disregarding the rising, and very unsafe, temperature.

About an hour in, the temp had already risen to be above 100 and something no one should have spent any longer than half an hour in. Steve had always said you were stubborn at all the wrong times and boy was he right. You had just finished up half of the front yard and quarter of the back yard. It was mad that you were actually thinking about pushing mowing two acres, especially in this unruly weather.

You were so determined and when your mind was set on something, you let all other matters slip away, including regards for your own health. The unusual amount of sweat on your skin seemed to go unnoticed by you as well did the growing headache.

Finally, about half an hour later, more of the backyard was finished and your inner saboteur continued to influence your goals.

“Just finish this half and you will be close enough to the end,” translated into “Just finish the whole yard, you might as well since you are this close.”

This was the worst mindset to have, especially with the given circumstances as you had been out here for at least two hours, no drinks of any sort, no real breaks aside from fueling the lawn mower, and no cares to the worsening symptoms that now included noticeable dizziness.

The lawn mower eventually ran out of gas and you went to refill it once more. Making your way through the front yard, your unknown adrenaline rush came to an end along with the machine’s power. It wasn’t until your vision started to star and blur that you finally noticed your decline in health, but by then it was too late and you were on the plush and groomed grass of the front yard. Ironically, you noticed the fruits of your labor since you were currently laying on it.

Five minutes had passed since your drop to the ground and one of the ladies out in the court, Genevieve, noticed your figure, quite the contrast to the viridescent grass. Despite that she thought you were “demented” for cutting the grass yourself, she knew you weren’t unhinged, so to say, that you would just lay on the grass as it would serve no purpose to do so. She didn’t take you for a nature lover either so this was not normal.

Genevieve squatted down in the lawn, her sparkly sandals reflecting in the sea of green. Unknowing of what to do, the woman in a panic threw the back of her hand to your forehead and you burned hotter than a metal kettle. By time she stood, the other ladies had gathered around and were now circling in mass hysteria as if they were staring at a dead body and not your unconscious, yet breathing frame. Many long seconds later, Priscilla, who was Genevieve’s closest friend and who despised you as much as you did her, decided to call 911. The other moms then left to go usher their children away from what they described as a “traumatic experience” and back to their large homes for some sort of last minute luncheon.

Eventually, an ambulance arrived in your usually quiet neighborhood, something that was clearly displayed as almost every neighbor popped their heads out of their houses in sheer curiosity. Their nosey nature often bothered you but was normally put behind some sort of service act such as a baked cake or bottle of wine just to be invited into your house. You didn’t miss the way your neighbors would study your house when they were finally welcomed in. Steve was much better at hiding his cross nature and would return some compassion of his own while you struggled to bottle your annoyance and sealed it with a forced smile. As luck would have it though, you were knocked out and couldn’t give them a piece of your mind for staring because heavens know this would’ve been the last straw and no one could have stopped your rant.

It was when you were in the red wagon and being attended over by paramedics that you noticed you were on the way to somewhere that wasn’t home.

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At the hospital, the doctor and nurses hydrated you back to reality and suddenly you appeared in a bed, a doctor standing at the side with a clipboard in hand allowing your mind to draw up a million conclusions before you remembered what you had done last.

The doctor spoke a fast introduction and he then moved on to fill you in on what had happened as confusion still painted your face although when he told you Genevieve’s account of what led up to your ultimate passing out, you visibly cringed at such carelessness that ended up bringing you here. Hundreds of falls, burns, and bruises thanks to your clumsy nature, but this had to be the one thing to send you to the hospital. Some sort of twisted joke it sure was.

Moving to roll a stool to your bedside, the doctor passed you a cold bottle of water before bringing his eyes to give your IV a quick check as a nurse had put it in not too long before you awoke.

“Luckily, Mrs. Rogers, your neighbors found you in time and you only experienced severe heat exhaustion. Had you prolonged your exposure anymore you could have experienced a heat stroke. For now, I ask that you rest and I’ll come back to release you.” The doctor expressed his reassurance with a kind grin before walking out of the plain and boxy room that could make one go insane with its lack of liveliness.

Staring out the open doorway and into the empty hallway, you knew that Steve worked on this very floor, but honestly what were the chances that he’d see you? At one point he’d eventually find out about today’s mishaps, but that was a problem for later when you were more conscious and caring. Letting your worries temporarily go (something that was only happening thanks to your fatigued mind), you slightly shifted into a somewhat “comfortable” position on the stiff bed and rough cotton sheets. Albeit that there was an IV uncomfortably stuck in your arm, you fell into a much needed slumber.

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Lunch break at last.

That was all that had been on Steve's mind for the past three hours which had been extremely hectic. Granted, he was used to this fast-paced workplace having worked here for almost a decade, but today was absolutely out of control with injured patients coming in left and right. It wasn’t some sort of bad omen, rather just an unlucky day for many Steve had assumed. He had just finished up with a pediatric case and was now on his way to enjoy the leftover baked chicken salsa that you had made just for him last night and packed for his lunch this morning. You knew how busy his week had been and you took the liberty to make his favorite dinner dish to compensate for the work that had left such a toll on him. A smile immediately overtook his face when he walked in the house last night and that’s when you decided that you would gladly cook anything he’d like over and over again just to see that look of adoration. As Steve held you in his arms at that moment, he kept thinking how he really didn’t deserve you and little did he know, the same thought ran in your own mind. Yet, in reality, you both went together like a puzzle piece to a puzzle. Without the piece, the picture would never be completed and without the other, you and Steve would have never enjoyed life to the fullest.

Strutting down the never ending hall, Steve passed many doors, some he had been in just a mere hour or two ago. As he walked past an open door and did a double take as he saw a patient asleep, but no sign of anyone else in the room. If he were that patient, he’d want the door shut for some privacy, something which the man highly valued, so he crossed the short distance and closed the door. He didn’t mean to look at the patient for so long as they weren’t in his care and that would be awfully creepy, but Steve could help but do a double take and noticed that the familiar face was, in fact, you. From first glance it didn’t even look like you and that was coming from the man who had studied your face just to commit it to his memory. In a loving way, of course.

He slowly walked in your room, taking in the image before him of you lying in a hospital bed. His mind had assumed that the worst thing had happened to you and for a moment, Steve’s breathing ceased and his legs were glued to the ground. As his eyes scanned over your body again, his fears were calmed when there were no visible wounds and you just seemed to be resting. Although as a doctor, he unfortunately knew anything could be possible.

Hunching over the top half of the bed, Steve smoothed your stray hairs away from your forehead and placed an awakening kiss there. You were a light sleeper a majority of the time and your spouse knew that this small action would wake, but not startle you. Every night he’d come home from work and do the same thing except then he knew you were safe and sound. Now, he was just filled with uncertainty.

“What happened?” Those were the only words he was able to get out and you gave him an answer, just not one that he was looking for. You were already getting defensive and he could sense it.

“Genevieve saw me pass out in the yard and overreacted, Steven. You know they all don’t exactly have good track records with medicine.” You rolled your eyes at the last statement remembering how your neighbors have often nonchalantly tried to get Steve to diagnose them when it came to something as simple as a scrape. Then again, all of your neighbors were in the business industry so that explained their lack of medical knowledge or at least that is the excuse you drew up for them.

“Nice try, (y/n), but you do have a medical chart and it’s over there,” Steve pointed over his shoulder and towards the doorway where a plastic chart holder sat mounted on the cream wall. “You didn’t just pass out, and the neighbors did not overreact. They did the right thing despite how much I know you hate that. Now, either you tell me the truth or I go read that file.” His tone was serious, but not condescending. Hidden in his eyes was a tad sprinkle of mischief.

Stubborn as ever, you didn’t respond and folded your arms over your chest in a form of defiance.

Against what is probably legal, Steve picked up your medical chart to read what had happened as you wouldn’t disclose the information to him. Your husband was a worry-wart sometimes and while you appreciated how he doctored you when you were sick, he could be a bit overbearing. A great example would be the time when you were cooking dinner and burned your forearm when taking the casserole out of the oven.

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“Babe, dinner is ready!”

The timer on the oven was currently beeping and you walked towards it. Turning off both the oven and the timer, you grabbed a short oven mitt and reached in to grab the casserole dish off the top rack. As you did so, you lifted your arm a bit too high and hit the side of your forearm on the interior roof of the oven. The temperature was ridiculously hot and the pain was immensely strong that you immediately pulled your arm back, the casserole long forgotten.

Steve came running in at your string of curses and came in to see you holding your arm and hissing a bit as if that would relieve the pain. He walked closer to you as you leaned up against the island. Your husband delicately took your arm in his hand, raking his eyes over the burn that was soon to blister.

After a short inspection, Steve placed his other hand on the small over your back and led you to the sink, flipping on the cold water and running it over your burn. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see you squeezing your own eyes shut in pain.

“I know, sweetheart, it hurts, I’m sorry.” He continued to rinse your scalded skin, but turned his head to sweetly kiss your temple.

A few minutes passed and Steve was content with the rinse job as you had finally opened your eyes, even engaging in some of your jokes that were always said at the wrong time. From the kitchen, the man guided you down the hallway, through your bedroom and into your joined bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub while rummaging through your unorganized medicine cabinet. It was barely ever touched and when it was, it was often in a state of panic hence the messiness of it. Fortunately, Steve found a tube of bacitracin and some cotton dressings from God knows how long ago. At this point he could care less and would rather have you cared for.

You curiously watched him as he dug through the cabinet and a loving smile grew on your face. How lucky were you to have this man. You were really appreciative of him in times like these especially.

Said man returned and crouched before you, distracting you from your thoughts as he softly grabbed your hand once more.

The doctor worked his magic and in no time was your arm wrapped up and lathered in ointment.

“Wow Doc, you did a great job.” Steve was still holding your hand as you quietly giggled in content. He placed a kiss on top of your knuckles and peered up at you with those gorgeous (and borderline seductive) sapphire eyes. Chuckling, Steve murmured against your skin, “Only for my favorite patient.”

As always, you decided to play along with Steve’s playful banter. “You’re not supposed to pick favorites, doc.”

Your husband knew your clumsy nature and seemed to have the perfect response, “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

With your non-injured hand you went to hit his shoulder and he grabbed it in faux hurt.

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“You know, Dr. Rogers, that is a violation and I can actually report you for it.” You lifted your line of sight to see Steve who looked back at you with his lips pressed in a fine line. He shook his head disapprovingly after reaching the end of the report and now looked like he was going to sit back in the seat beside your bed.

“Hey, what are you doing? They already examined me and I am about to get released.” The man ignored you and instead leaned over the flimsy bed railing. Steve rubbed his hands together in a warming manner before placing two fingers on your next in an attempt to find your pulse. He unfortunately carried that common trait among doctors of having hands that were colder than that of a penguin’s ass. You knew very well this pulse check was useless as you were in conditional health and that he was probably doing this to annoy you.

“Well I like to do a check of my own. It never hurts to get a second opinion, darling.” Blue eyes squinted at you and you returned the patronizing gesture.

The free hand that was not on your neck had found its way to hold your own hand and when your husband pulled back, he wore a smug smirk on his lips.

“Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?”

“You know, your shoulders must hurt from carrying such a big head all the time.” Steve had the nerve to laugh at your elementary grade insult and even though you weren’t really mad, your face would have said otherwise to anyone else.

“So I’ll take that as a yes then, wifey.” He then quickly dropped to press a chaste kiss to your lips before releasing your hand and sitting down in the chair.

Looking to the clock on the wall, you focused your vision on the distant numbers to read that it was most likely Steve’s lunch break.

“Are you spending your lunch break with me?” Your tone was now sweet and soft as it usually was towards Steve and his heart leaped at the progress being made.

“It seems that I am. ‘Was really looking forward to that chicken salsa, though.” A heap of blonde hair rested on your hand that Steve had now laid his head against, still holding tight with both of his own hands. You giggled at his dramatics and ruffled a free hand through his greasy hair.

“I haven’t eaten anything, you think you could spend your lunch break with me?” His head popped up at this and his face held the eagerness of an energetic puppy.

“Of course, sweetheart. We can head to the cafeteria. Hopefully they have something good for my girl.” It was now your turn for your heart to swell at his words. Not even a second later though, the sentimental moment was replaced with Steve’s usual sarcastic humor.

“See, I love you so much that I am willing to sacrifice my precious chicken salsa just to have lunch with you. You should be grateful to have me as your husband.” Steve’s pearly whites beamed at you in a cheesy smile and you gave a dismissive wave of your hand.

The two of you talked and enjoyed the rare time together for the next ten minutes until Steve noticed you shifting to sit up against the pillows. He thought nothing of it until suddenly you were throwing your legs over the side of the bed and making to get out of the so called cotton prison.

Waving a finger, Steve tutted you and hurriedly scooped your legs back onto the bed. You looked absolutely peeved and Steve knew it was from the way that he was treating you like a child or better yet, a patient. His wife, the fighter and he, the doctor. Two unlikely personalities but ones that worked best together nonetheless. This made Steve laugh whenever he thought about it.

“You can get up the minute you get released by the doc, okay?” Caring eyes now gave you a pleading look and you felt a small tinge of guilt crawling up your chest at how mean you had been to your husband when he has only been trying to help.

A knock on the wooden door signaled a visit from the one person you had been waiting on for what seemed to be ages.

“Speak of the devil.” Muttering the phrase so only Steve could hear you gave him an “I told you so” kind of look.

The Doctor looked up from the same clipboard as earlier to greet you once he made it in through the doorway, but he was surely surprised by the figure sitting in the chair beside you.

“Oh Dr. Rogers, what a surprise! So this is your wife I presume? I guess I should have put two and two together,” Your doctor of the moment laughed with Steve who added in a chuckle or two of his own.

“Yep, this is Mrs. Rogers!” Steve didn’t look at you, but lovingly squeezed your hand that was resting against his, “We are quite the handful so I am surprised you couldn’t tell that she was my other half.” A snicker ended his words and you couldn’t help but do the same.

Once the short introductions were over, the doctor walked over to do a speedy final exam on what was necessary as Steve watched from the sidelines still getting used to the idea of not being the one doing the examination. He hadn’t been in any other position in the hospital for such a long time that it took some time to get used to the fact that he wasn’t the one diagnosing and rather waiting for the diagnosis.

The doctor pulled away from hovering over you and now sat back on his rolling leather stool, scooting his way over to the computer and desk.

“Well I must say, (y/n), that you definitely live up to some of the stories your husband tells.” The other man in the white coat finished up his typing before turning back around to face you and his colleague.

“Ah, I hope he’s giving me some good street cred,” You teased and from the side you saw Steve shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.

“I assure you that they were all good things.” With that, the doctor formally released you, walking out of the room to give you some time to redress and such.

You went to get out of the bed for the nth time, but finally succeeded. Your legs felt a bit wobbly upon the first step, and Steve noticed this. He came up to stand beside you and placed a hand on your lower back with the other out in front in case you did fall. Placing your own hand on his scrub clad chest to steady yourself, you silently thanked him with a tender pat.

With Steve’s guidance, you went to change out of the wretched paper gown and into your shorts and shirt from working outside. It wasn’t exactly the most flattering outfit but at this moment you could care less for the only thing on your mind was getting out of this room.

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The ride in the elevator seemed to move slower than a snail and almost stopped on every floor. You were so crammed by the time you were only on the fifth floor that you used this as an excuse to lean up against Steve. He rubbed your arm and enveloped you in a side hug and planted a kiss on your head. The two of you never cared for PDA but neither of you had realized the onlooking eyes.

You found it mildly comedic when some of your fellow passengers seemed disgusted that a doctor was handling a patient in such a way. It was definitely gonna be a joke for later on.

Eventually you made it to the first floor and begrudgingly pushed yourself out of Steve’s warm embrace when the smell of garlic bread hit your nose.

“Huh, they never cook spaghetti around here. They must know we have a special guest today.” Steve pressed his lips against your ear to jokingly whisper to you as he ushered you out the elevator doors.

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Standing in line with a plastic tray at the cafeteria made you have flashbacks to middle school lunch and you shuddered at the thought. The memories played back in your mind like a movie and were interrupted (much to your relief) when Steve tapped your shoulder.

“You want this?” Steve held one of the plastic salad containers in hand, the white sleeve of his lab coat draped on top of the other stacked bowls in the open air freezer.

You nodded and he placed it on your tray, slightly bumping your hips as he walked past to grab a drink.

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For a good twenty minutes, you and Steve sat in comfortable silence in one of the booths until clicking clogs came closer and closer. So close that a shadow loomed over your table conveying that someone was here to speak.

“Dr. Rogers, I don’t think it’s entirely wise of you to have lunch with your patient. Actually, it’s quite inappropriate.” The older woman in burgundy scrubs pointed her gaze to the hospital band on your wrist and both you and Steve started laughing upon noticing. So that explained all the weird looks.

“Oh no, Dr. Williams! This is my wife (y/n),” You politely beamed up at the woman and set out your hand for a handshake. At this, her unenthusiastic expression changed to one of apologetic and she shook your hand with much grief as Steve continued on with his introductions.

“(y/n), this is Dr. Williams. She is the medical director for my department.”

“Wow! I’ve heard many wonderful things about you, Dr. Williams.” She went to return the praise before a beeping in her coat pocket signaled the time for her departure.

“Duty calls, but I’ll have you know this one here never shuts up about you. It was nice to finally put a face to a name, (y/n),” You glanced at Steve and noticed he was sheepishly grinning and turning redder by the second. So much so that he was hiding his face in his palms.

““I hope you have a quick recovery as well, hon!” The standing woman gave you a nod of her head and then turned to your husband whose face had finally regained its color. “As for you Steven, I will see you later. You have another resident to deal with today.” Dr. Williams sighed at the thought, waving you both goodbye and soon enough she was out the double doors of the lunch room.

“Ooh babe you’ll have to tell me how all of that goes.” Spooning some spaghetti into your mouth, you goofily raised your eyebrows at Steve.

“Trust me, it is not fun at all. When I was a resident, I would have never acted like some of the people I’ve trained!”

You snorted, “Uh huh. Sureee.”

“No really,” Steve’s eyes widened and he leaned over the table like he was sharing some sort of secret with you, “The audacity of some of these people.”

“I think you are just an old man now, Stevie, and can’t keep up with the times.” The blond screwed up his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you.

“Oh hush and finish your food, Miss. ‘I am soooo young’.” A napkin flew at Steve’s chest and the two of you laughed at the childish antics that had just ensued.

Just as both of your styrofoam containers became empty, an unpleasant ringer sounded in Steve’s pocket, just like the one of Dr. Williams’s departure. Once he gave the screen a swift peek, he looked back up at you with a long face.

“You gotta go?” Golden strands bobbed up and down as Steve nodded and you grabbed his hand.

“It’s alright! Thank you for spending the time with me today, though. I really appreciate it. Thanks for putting up with me, you know how I am sometimes.”

The larger hand encompassing yours gave a sympathetic squeeze.

“Oh darling, anytime, you know that. If you need anything, call me okay? I will try my best to answer.”

The temporary silence that filled the room was now replaced by annoying buzzing from the device that Steve had silenced for the moment. He irritability took it out and shoved it back in his pocket. Normally this didn’t bother Steve because this was his job, but since you were here, having just been sick, he wanted nothing more than to drop everything and focus on you. Knowing that was impossible, he tried his best to juggle both yet it seemed that the world wasn’t gonna wait on him.

“Do you want me to call Ma to come get you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Her and Dad love your company.” For the moment, Steve appeared to look like he was ignoring the constant beeping, but you knew internally he was already out of the cafeteria and sprinting down the halls.

“No no, I’m fine, honey,” The doctor stared at you as if he didn’t believe you. “I mean it, Steve. I am fine. Now shoo.”

Dr. Rogers shared another laugh with you before pecking your lips and running out the room shouting, “I’ll see you later!”

He really was too good for this world.

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Always be my plus one - part 3

Ok, look, it's 4 am, there are going to be typos, and we're just going to have to deal with it. I also tried to find a gif that was Tyson and Cale but I couldn't find one in the gif insert thing on here so I just went with this one (it feels weird to change it up but like, oops)

I make no promises that you aren't going to be mad at me for this part so have fun !

This is shorter than the last part, coming in at around 5k words.

The only warnings I have here are implied sex.

Translations for the Italian in here: "tu sei uno stronzo" - you're an ass(hole)

stronzino - little asshole

Also want to thank @justjosty @zinka8 @hockeylvr59 @hockeywocs anons and I'm sure I'm forgetting people for helping me write this part but ily all I'm just dumb and tired

Read the previous part here!

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Valentine’s Day

The Feast Day of St. Valentine is traditionally celebrated in the Western Catholic Church on February 14, to honor the patron saint of love. Though not traditionally celebrated as a Catholic holiday, millions of people celebrate the day of love with those who mean the most to them. While pessimists of the day say it’s a ‘holiday made up by greeting card companies,’ approximately 190 million Valentine’s Day cards are sent in the United States alone, not including cards given by school children to their classmates. Couples enjoy the holiday with a romantic night out, presents, flowers, chocolates, etc., while those who don’t have someone or don’t care do whatever they want without the pressure of living up to a holiday that doesn’t mean very much in the grand scheme of things.

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February 12, 2022

“Where are you going tonight?” Matthew’s voice came through his younger sister’s phone. He had called early in the week to see if Anne could babysit Harper so he and Stephanie could do something for Valentine’s Day without having to shell out an extravagant amount of money on a sitter.

“I’m, uh,” Anne hesitates, “going out with Tyson. Sorry.” She hears Matthew let out a sigh on the other end. “Hey, stronzo, why don’t you ask Lucy? Her and Jason never do anything on Valentine’s Day.”

Matthew starts talking about how the last time he asked Lucy last minute to watch his daughter, despite their girls being best friends, she ended up going on a fifteen-minute rant. While Anne gets her heels on, staring at herself in the mirror and admiring the floor-length, red dress she had on the slit going up the side for no one but herself, Matthew continues to tell her about how his twin goes on and on about needing a schedule at all times, how she can’t just drop everything in a moment’s notice because he wants to do something with his wife.

“Hey, Matthew,” she cuts him off, trying to shrug her coat on, “Why didn’t you ask Lucy or Sebby after I said no earlier this week?”

“Because I didn’t think you actually had plans.”

“Again, tu sei uno stronzo.”

“I am not an ass!” he detests.

“Fine, you’re a stronzino, happy?” Anne hears him stammer again, not letting him get a word in, “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, ok? Ask Ma, Dad’s off in Florida right now so she would probably love to have Harper for the night.”

He lets out another sigh, Stephanie’s voice coming through in the background despite Anne’s inability to understand what she was saying. “Fine. Have fun with Tyson. I don’t need another niece or nephew around Halloween, though, ok?”

“Don’t be gross,” she says, hanging up and finally heading out the door.

Her cousin Adriana was getting married to her soon-to-be wife, Izzy. Her family had no idea that she was the only one who still talked to them, her mother having a fight with her brother after their parents died when Anne and her siblings were younger and vowing to never talk to him again. So far, the stubbornness that seems to run through her mom’s blood going strong since it had been over a decade since she had last seen her brother. Anne was invited to Uncle Frankie’s daughter’s wedding, but no one else in her family.

Adriana and Izzy had this Valentine’s Day-themed wedding, everyone asked to wear red or pink in theme with the holiday, Anne not doubting that there would be paper hearts and cut-out cupids as the decor. The wedding gift she bought them, one of the first things she found on their registry that Anne could afford, was shipped to the apartment they already shared two weeks ago, Anne just needing to remember the card.

She was fully prepared to just sit in the corner with a bunch of people she didn’t know and watch as her cousin got married to the love of her life. Anne wasn’t sure that that side of her family would recognize her after how many years, guaranteeing her to spend her time on the sideline.

Anne slips into the back of the church, seeing no one she knew or recognized to even go up to and sit with them. Everyone was dressed in red, pink, and black. A bit too much for her own taste, but at least she looked good in red and would have worn the color anyway. ‘Note to self, no themed weddings,’ Anne thinks, not particularly fond of the lack of color or real choice that everyone had in figuring out what to wear.

A blonde boy in a red suit walks by her, too far past her to get a good look at him. There was something about him that caught her attention. Anne knew that walk, but she had no idea where she knew it from. It didn’t stop her from admiring him from afar, though, the short blonde hair and the obviously fit physique under the suit captivated her for whatever reason, leaving her practically unable to pay attention to the ceremony in front of her. Not that she cared, at this point she was just there to enjoy the free food she knew would be good at the reception later.

Anne sat at the table against the wall, her cousin not bothering to make a seating chart and just leaving it up to the guests to sit where they pleased. That meant she didn’t have to talk to anyone she didn’t want to, being virtually left alone at a wedding where she knew no one.

“Anne?” a familiar voice snaps her out of the trance she fell into watching Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, Catie and Danny dancing with their two daughters, remembering seeing their pictures on Facebook when they were born, not realizing how much they had grown.

She turns to the man in the red suit who had her attention throughout the ceremony. “Cale?” she smiles at him, not sure how the two had missed they would be at the same wedding this weekend. Since New Year's Eve, the two of them had been texting, calling, FaceTiming, they had hung out, spent the night with each other, Cale insisting he buy her dinner at least once a week. The only reason they weren’t dating each other was because neither of them had said they were. They both said they were busy this weekend, but who would have thought they would end up at the same place. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy’s brother and I grew up playing hockey together. I grew up with her. What are you doing?” he asks her, taking the seat next to her.

“Ana’s my cousin. Her dad is my mom’s older brother.”

Cale smiles at her, Anne’s heart racing at the sight of it. “So I get to meet your family?”

Anne shakes her head. “I’m the only one here,” she tells him, explaining the family drama that went on between Frankie and Teresa.

Cale looks down at his lap, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his suit jacket. The red bowtie, red pants, red jacket even against the black shirt were so much Anne couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red because of the reflection of his clothes or for another reason. “Tyson’s met your family, hasn’t he?”

She nods, taking his hand in hers. “I told you, Tyson and I are just friends. I needed someone to come with me to a family thing, so he came with me.” Cale nods, not entirely sure that something wasn’t up with her and Tyson. Something was off, there was something he was sure Anne was leaving out, but he wasn’t sure. “Hey, I’ve seen Tyson, what, three times since New Year's? All of them when I was with you. I like you, Cale.”

Cale leans over for a kiss, his hand grazing Anne’s thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. “How about we dance like we did on New Year's?” he asks, standing from the seat, shrugging off the red jacket before he extended his hand out to her.

She rolls her eyes, getting up with him anyway. “I told you then, too, that I don’t like dancing.”

“And yet,” he says, pulling her close, his hand finding the small of her back while he presses his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, “you danced with me all night then, and you got up to dance with me tonight.”

Anne laughs, knowing he was right, burying her face in his shoulder, swearing she heard some camera’s clicking, probably the wedding photographer hanging around somewhere and taking pictures of the guests dancing.

“I know I have to say this about the brides when they come in,” Cale whispers in her ear, “but you are the most beautiful girl here.”

Anne could feel herself blushing, her mind flashing back to New Year’s Eve when Tyson told her she looked beautiful. He seemed so genuine saying it, Anne thinking back and not sure if he meant it or was actually pretending. But with Cale, she knew. Cale meant it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him, ghosting his lips before kissing him.

Being with Cale felt fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was right, but not correct, and Anne couldn’t figure out why.

Everyone starts clearing off the dance floor, the bridal party getting ready to come in. Cale takes Anne’s hand and leads her back to the table where he left his jacket, some other people finding their home base at the same table. Cale knew one of the men at the table, probably from their little hockey group that involved Izzy’s brother. The bridesmaids and bridesmen, as the DJ put it, started coming in, Cale leaning back with his arm slung around the back of Anne’s chair. She leaned back into him, his fingertips dancing up and down her arm as they watched everyone come in.

They watched Ana and Izzy dance their first one as wives, Anne’s stomach starting to make noise as they waited for the food to come.

Cale leans over, nervous about what he was about to whisper in her ear. “Are you hungry for food or maybe something more?”

Anne felt her entire body go numb at his words. They had been seeing each other for a month and a half already, so was what he was insinuating really that strange of an idea? “That depends.”

“On?” he asks, nibbling on her ear before kissing the skin right behind it, losing any sense of care over who at their table was potentially watching.

“On how long you think we need to wait before we can slip out without it being rude?”

Cale inhaled sharply, wishing he could say right now. “At least until they cut the cake. Unless,” he says, his hand moving up her thigh, slowly in case she decided she wanted it to stop, “Unless you wanted to try to find somewhere to sneak away to now.”

“Not for our first time,” she tells him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And not with my family around,” she laughs.

“I’m fine with that,” he tells her, kissing her. “Your place or mine, though?”

“Well, I drove myself here.”

“And I got a ride.”

Anne smiles, crossing her legs in hopes that whatever she felt would be stifled by that simple action. “So it looks like it’s going to be mine.”

They spent the rest of the night waiting for the moment the cake was cut so they could leave as planned, Cale’s hand never leaving her leg unless he really needed both hands to do something.

Anne could feel her heart racing as she watched Ana and Izzy smash their cake in each other’s face, Anne looking over to Cale and smiling. “You wanna go?” she asks, her keys already out of her bag and in her hand.

Cale drags her out without saying a word, Anne leading him to her car. He walks over to the driver’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist with her back pressed against her car. “You’re sure about this?” he asks her, his eyes flicking between hers and her lips.

“Yeah,” she says, kissing him before he opens the door for her. She couldn’t wait to get home, sure she broke a few traffic laws as she sped back to her apartment with Cale sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his leg shaking the entire time.

They got to the elevator, Cale leaning against her against the wall with his lips pressed against hers, Anne’s hands already working to unbutton his shirt. Cale’s kisses trailed down her jaw to her collarbone, his grip tightening on her waist.

Anne pulled away to lead him down the hallway, practically running, partially due to anticipation for what they were about to do, and because Anne could feel a breeze on her back, indicating that Cale had already unzipped her dress. That, coupled with the fact that Cale’s shirt was already open, his jacket in his free hand, Anne had no desire for any of her neighbors to be given the chance to see her and however Cale was to her already getting naked before closing the door.

As soon as she unlocked her door, Cale had her turned back around, kicking the door closed as he carried her to her bedroom, Anne able to feel everything about him against her body. Cale laid her down on her bed, his lips never leaving hers as he positioned himself over her, sliding her dress off while she did the same with his shirt. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight of him, his body perfect while he stared her down, the first time she saw the typically innocent boy she had been seeing with a mischievous grin covering his face, his eyes darkening at the thought of doing what they had both been wanting to do all night.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks one more time.

Anne nods, taking his face in her hands. “Yes, Cale. I’m sure.”

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February 13, 2022

Anne woke up the next morning, the events of the night before rushing back despite finding the space he had occupied in her bed empty. Her dress was on the floor, Cale’s red bowtie somehow having ended up on her night stand. Maybe he left it there as an excuse to see her again, making a mental note to put it in the living room so she would remember it the next time she saw him.

He had slipped out at some point that morning, Anne playing the voicemail that he left her while she slipped on a t-shirt to cover herself. “Hey, Anne. Sorry, I couldn’t stay, but morning skate was calling. I,” she hears him sigh, knowing he had a stupid grin on his face for whatever it was he was about to say, “I can’t wait to have another night like last night with you.”

It was her turn to have the stupid smile on her face as Cale continues, “Um, anyway, I’ve got something going on with JT and some of the other guys tomorrow for Valentine’s Day, a, uh, charity thing? I think? So would you be free this weekend for a proper date for the holiday? You know, not as crowded, not as much pressure, ideally the same outcome, if you’ll allow it? Oh, hey Tyson,” she hears him say, figuring that he was calling her on the way into the rink despite her being unable to hear Tyson. “Yeah, I’m planning Valentine’s Day with Anne. No, not tomorrow night, this weekend. Uh, Anne, I’ve gotta go, but let me know about, say, Friday night? Alright, talk to you later. Bye.”

Valentine’s Day date with Cale? Part two, more like, but still. Anne liked the sound of that.

“So, uh,” Tyson starts, already dreading what he was about to hear from his teammate given what he had heard him say into his phone. “You and Anne?”

“Yeah,” Cale breathes out, chuckling at the thought of what happened last night. “We, um,” Cale couldn’t even get a full sentence out, acting like a child who just got the toy he had been begging his parents for on Christmas morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. “We spent the night together last night. I left from her place this morning.”

More of their teammates were filtering into the locker room, looking at Cale’s face turn bright red while Tyson stood there with him looking like he just about wanted to die. “Ok, but did you spend the night, or spend the night?” Ryan asks.

Cale started to stammer out nonsense, not really wanting to divulge the private details of his and Anne’s night despite the guys teasing him and congratulating him for what he wasn’t saying.

“Guys, keep it civil. Anne wouldn’t want us talking about any of this,” Tyson pipes in, Cale letting out a sigh of relief as the guys disperse to get ready for morning skate.

“Thanks,” Cale tells him, going off on his own to get his gear on.

JT appears by Tyson’s side, a stupid smirk on his face. “Would Anne not want us talking about anything, or would you not want us talking about anything?”

“Well, Anne definitely wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, we both know Cale would never.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him to have the chance.”

“You’re treading in deep water, dude,” JT sighs.

Tyson looks at him, hating that he knew what he meant. He had barely seen Anne, despite her brother’s texts from the night before asking if Anne really couldn’t watch Harper because of the two of them going out, Tyson going along with the lie just in case. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“It seems like you don’t know what you want from Anne, either,” JT shrugs. “But Cale does, and he got it.”

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February 14, 2022

12 hour shifts were the only shifts Anne knew. And they were the shifts that Anne detested the most. She was fine the first ten hours, but the last two always seemed to suck more than anything, leaving her exhausted for the rest of the day, into the night, depending on when she got home in the first place.

All she wanted to do was order dinner from the Thai place down the street, having it delivered despite her really not needing to since it was within walking distance, plop herself on her couch and watch whatever reality TV Lucy had texted her that she thought Anne would like. Anne knew she would turn it off after a single episode and switch to Food Network, but at least she could tell her sister she tried.

Anne walks to her apartment, dragging her feet to her door when she sees someone sitting on the ground, his head down looking at his phone. “Tyson?”

He gets up, grabbing the two bags he had with him as the smell of food filled her nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my fake girlfriend,” he says, raising the bags while Anne opens the door to let him in.

“I’m confused,” she tells him as he sets everything down.

“Well, Matthew called me on Saturday asking if the two of us were sure we couldn’t watch his daughter, and I figured he might as well have some sort of photographic evidence as proof of us spending Valentine’s Day together,” Tyson explains. “So, I figured I’d go all out: flowers, dinner, and a present. You know, really convince them that we’re together.”

Anne stares at him for a second, not sure why her heart was racing at the thought of him going out of his way to keep up this facade with her family. “I don’t think I like that you and Matthew are so ‘buddy-buddy.’ Or that fact that he didn’t believe me the first two times I told him I was busy on Saturday night. And I thought that you guys had a charity thing tonight?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tyson asks, handing her the container of food as she joined him on the couch, the Thai food she was planning on ordering right in front of her. “We have a groupchat. Yeah, it’s me, Sebby, Lucy, and Matthew.”

Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes at his failed attempt at a joke. “And let me guess: you gossip about me the entire time.”

“Actually,” he says, his mouth full of food, “you never come up. They think of me as the fourth sibling. The name Anne means nothing.”

Anne laughs, Tyson admiring the way her eyes closed as her smile grew. God, he wished he had gotten to her before Cale did. Why did he have to leave her alone at all on New Year’s Eve? If he were by her side the entire night like he had wanted to be, then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be her boyfriend, he could actually be getting somewhere with her.

“Hm,” Anne hums, swallowing her mouthful of food. “You said flowers and a present. When do I get those?”

“You can get them now on the condition that I can take a video to send to your siblings,” he offers, pulling out his phone and pushing the bag with the flowers and gift behind him. Anne rolls her eyes, smiling and nodding while he starts the video. He hands her the card first. “Read it.”

Anne pulls it out of the envelope, glitter getting everywhere and making her cringe, knowing that it would be impossible to get off her scrubs later on. It was covered with roses and hearts, bringing her right back to the wedding that weekend. “No one has ever made me feel like this. To the woman I love: Happy Valentine’s Day,” Anne reads, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The card was so corny, a little too corny for her taste, but coming from Tyson, she didn’t know why she loved it. She shakes her head, laughing at Tyson. “I love you, too,” she lies.

Tyson swallows hard at her words, wishing she meant them, pulling out the flowers from the bag and handing them to her. She looks down at the flowers, trying to figure out what they are before looking up at him. “Queen Anne’s Lace?”

“Queen Anne’s Lace for my Queen, Anne,” he tells her, cringing at his own words.

Anne giggles, placing them in her lap. “And my favorite flowers, anyway. Thank you, Tyson.”

“Wait, I have one more thing,” he says, hoping that the camera wasn’t shaking too much while he reached for the gift he bought her.

He hands it to her, a small red box wrapped with a gold bow. She unties it carefully, opening the box and gasping at the sight of it. A golden necklace with a white enamel heart as the charm, a golden pattern outlining the heart. “Tyson, it’s,” she starts, unable to find the words, “it’s beautiful.”

He stops the recording, figuring he had enough to hit send to his ‘girlfriend's' siblings. “Let me put it on you,” he says, Anne turning around and moving her hair out of the way. “I thought you would like it.”

Anne studies his face, the smile plastered on it despite her knowing that he didn’t mean it. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugs, grabbing his food off the table and staring at it now in his lap. “It was fun. I’ve never had a girlfriend who I could buy presents like this for. I mean, I still don’t, but I have you.”

“Oh, come on. You, Tyson Jost, have never had a girlfriend? Look at you,” she says, praying that she was careful with the words she chose. “You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you get along with everyone you meet.”

Tyson hated hearing Anne go on about him, knowing that she was just saying it as a friend instead of something more. He scoffs, trying to save face from whatever pain or other emotion he was feeling. “Come on,” he says, not believing her anyway.

“I’m serious!” she insists, reaching up and starting to fidget with her new necklace. “Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. I’m lucky to even have you as a fake boyfriend.”

Tyson nods, turning his body to face the TV instead of Anne. “So what are we watching?” he asks, changing the subject and putting his feet up on the table, Anne doing the same.

“Whatever’s on Food Network?” she suggests, holding the remote in the air pointed at the TV.

The two of them settle in, Tyson not paying attention to the show she had turned on. “Hey, what’s that?” Tyson asks, racing over to the red fabric that was on Anne’s coffee table.

“Oh,” Anne blushes, taking it from Tyson. “This is Cale’s. He, um, let it the other night,” she explains, Tyson watching her turn his teammates bowtie over in her hands.

“So you and Cale are doing pretty well?” he asks. Anne looks at him, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about it. “Come on, we’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I mean,” she says, putting down the bowtie on the table, not taking her eyes off of it. “We’re together? I think?” Tyson already hated that he even offered to listen to her talk about her and his teammate. “I like him. A lot. And I know he likes me, but,” Anne lets out a sigh, not sure where to even take her sentence.

“But, what?” Tyson asks.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, looking confused. “Everything is great, but it’s, I,” she stammers. “Something is off, and I can’t figure out what.”

Tyson stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s probably just that it’s new,” he shrugs. “Everything seems weird when you’re still figuring it out. You and Cale will be ok,” he tells her, hating hearing those words come out of his mouth.

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February 19, 2022

Anne stared at herself in the mirror, the black turtleneck she borrowed from her sister coupled with a beige skirt and black tights on her as she got ready for her date with Cale. He was bound to show up any minute, promising each other they weren’t going to do gifts due to a general lack of time on both ends. She didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to get her a gift, however, sneaking out to the bakery down the street and buying some pastries that the two of them would like, giving them an excuse to both show up back at her apartment. And if he didn’t give her a gift, then she got the pastries all to herself.

If not, she could share them with Tyson, who had been showing up at her place or asking her to go to his place any free chance they both had.

She heard Cale knocking at her door, Anne rushing as fast as she could in her heels to answer. Cale was standing there, a black crewneck similar to her own turtleneck, paired with dark jeans, black boots, and a grey coat. Cale kisses her hello, one hand behind his back with the other resting on her hip. “Every time I see you I don’t think you could get more beautiful, and yet, you do.”

“You’re cheesy,” she jokes as he kisses her forehead, Cale laughing against her skin. “But you,” Anne says, resting her hands on his chest, “get more handsome every time I see you, too. And, you’re hiding a present behind your back, aren’t you, even though we said no presents.”

Cale laughs, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I saw this and had to get it for you,” he admits, kissing her again and holding up the bag near her head.

“Should I open it now or should I do it later when we come back here?” she flirts, holding the bag in her hand.

“Oh, we’re coming back here?” he teases her, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I might have gotten some dessert for us so we had an excuse to relive last Saturday. Plus, you left your bowtie here,” she gestures to it, still sitting on her table, “And I was thinking maybe you wear that tonight instead of keeping it off?”

Cale raises his eyebrow at her, a silly smile on his face. “And what else would I be wearing?”

Anne shrugs, pretending to act innocent. “I was thinking only the bowtie,” she tells him, feeling his grip around her tighten at the thought.

Cale kisses her again, unable to keep his hands off the girl in front of him. If he could, he would forget dinner altogether and just go straight to dessert, but he knew Anne wasn’t that kind of girl, and he wasn’t about to force her into anything she didn’t want. “Hey, I like that necklace you’re wearing,” he says, twirling the charm around in his fingers. “The heart is perfect for Valentine’s Day.”

She reaches up and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks. My sister got it for me a few years ago for my birthday,” she lies. She couldn’t tell him that Tyson had gotten it for her for Valentine’s Day.

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bobathirstaccount · 3 years ago

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We’re into august; inching closer to Dec… 🧋 💦

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Sore Winner

Boba x fem!reader, established relationship, bickering then some smut

Translation (Mando’a)

Cyar’ika - sweetheart

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You called out to Boba, “How’s that work?”

“No.”

You untwisted the wires and twisted different wires, hitting your head in the low space. “Now?”  ”No.”  You sighed and repeated the action with different wires, asking again.

“No.”  Frustrated, you said, “Can you say something other than just “no?” This is such a mess in here... the last mechanic you had really fucked it up.” You sighed, ill tempered.

There was a pause, “That sucks.”

“Yeah. Well. Let’s get it fixed so I can get out of here.” You squirmed, cramped.

“‘Kay.”

You laughed to yourself at Boba’s reticence. He was still mad about the argument you’d won earlier, so he was being a bit bratty. You tried different wires, stripping them and touching them together.

 “That’s it.”  ”Finally!” You cleaned up the area and pulled yourself out of the wall of the ship.

You looked up. The lights no longer flickered. You basked in success. Boba stood, arms crossed. You could tell he was pleased about his ship, but was still annoyed with you. He didn’t want to praise you, but said, “Good job. I can’t believe it took that much work to fix a light.” You smiled, shrugging.

“Now what?” You asked, cleaning your hands off on a rag. You tossed it into your toolbox. He approached you slowly. “Now... we are done for the day.”

You shrugged, thinking it was a bit early to knock off but not wanting to complain. You weren’t keen to twist yourself into another pretzel in Slave 1 so soon. “Okay, what’re we doing for the rest of the day then?”  ”I thought we could target practice.”  You smiled; you had been asking for Boba to help you shoot better. “Let me get my blaster.” You ran to your cubby hole and grabbed a packaged wrapped in fabric. Pulling it open, you revealed your blaster; an old dinged up Republic blaster. You lovingly looked at it. Wasting no time, you jumped up and dashed back to Boba. He was waiting for you at the mouth of the ship. Wordlessly he turned from you and started down the ramp. You trotted up to him and fell in step.

Boba made you wait as he set up some targets for you. You looked at the furthest and wondered if he was purposely putting them too far out for you. He could be a brat when the mood took him. Coming back to you, Boba said, “Alright, aim for the closest one.”

You widened your stance and sighted down the barrel. Breathing slowly, you squeezed the trigger. A satisfying ping! sounded as the scrap metal was knocked back by your blaster bolt. Satisfied, Boba said, “Faster. You won’t have so much time to aim at an enemy.”

You raised your blaster again and tried to pull everything together at double speed. The blaster bolt hit the edge of the metal. “Not bad,” Boba said, moving behind you. “Now, aim further out.”

You worked your way through the targets until you’d missed the last one enough times you decided you weren’t going to hit it. Giving up, you turned to Boba. He was directly behind you with his arms crossed. You took a step back, surprised at his proximity. He raised an eyebrow, “Giving up so soon?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around. Grabbing the hand holding your blaster, he brought it up and fired. The farthest target pinged. Annoyed, you turned your head, “No need to show off.” He looked at you, smiling slightly. “Do it again,” he said. You muttered to yourself, but set up your shot. Just as you were about to fire, you felt fingers run down your spine to the small of your back. “You should learn to be able to deal with distractions,” Boba said, hand sliding lower slowly. You shook your head and took aim again. His hand grabbed your ass cheek. You held your breath and focused... a quiet ping! sounded.

“Ha!” You said, elated. You felt his breath on your neck. “Again, faster.” His hand released your ass and started to slide between your legs. “Are you just using this as an excuse to feel on me?” You asked, breathless. “Maybe...” he commented softly.

You took a deep breath in and out and aimed at the target again. You felt fingers sliding between your legs, and made a soft noise as you fired, missing completely. “Oops,” Boba breathed into your ear, “You have to focus.” His fingers found your clit and rubbed light, slow circles through the fabric of your pants. Your heartbeat ticked up. Determined not to let him win his game, you took aim again. He leaned into you, moaning softly into your ear. Shaking, you missed again. “I don’t think I would have to deal with this sort of distraction in a real combat situation,” you said, wriggling. His hand continued its ministrations, but he said nothing.

Aggravated and aroused, you brought the blaster up quickly and fired again, trying to aim with instinct. A ping sounded very far away. “Yes!” You exclaimed, biting your lip. “Good job,” Boba said into your ear, licking it. He wrapped his other hand around your waist and pulled you to him. “You deserve a reward.” You smirked and tried to turn around, but he held you fast. The hand around your waist moved higher and cupped a breast. You sighed and leaned back into him.

He squeezed you and you felt a growing erection poking your asscheek. You smiled, anticipating. His hands moved to the front of your pants, and you felt him undoing them. A gloved hand slipped in between your panties and your skin. Your head lolled back as your eyes closed. Boba slid his hand down to your pussy, encountering your slickness. “Wet already?” He asked, sliding his fingers into your folds and teasing your entrance. “Mmm, you know what you do to me,” you said. He bit your neck softly in reply.

Two of his fingers entered you, curling slightly. “Oh baby,” you murmured. You felt his cock jump. You rubbed your ass against him, making him momentarily forget himself. His fingers stopped moving and his other hand went to your throat. You whined and wriggled your ass again. He groaned and slightly more pressure was applied to your throat. “What about my pussy?” You whispered. He grunted and released your throat, focusing on his task again. You moaned.

He played with your tits and pussy and ground himself into you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm. You were calling his name softly, whimpering almost. Suddenly his hands stopped moving. Confused, you let out a breathy, “What?”

“Earlier, who was right?”

“What?” Your sex addled mind wasn’t catching on.

“Earlier. When we were... debating.”

You realized he was referring to the argument you’d won. “Me.”

His hands twitched slightly. “That wasn’t the right answer.”

“Well. It’s the true answer. Did you bring me out here to get me riled up and then do this?”

He remained silent. You decided to return the bratty attitude at him to hopefully teach him a lesson. You feigned anger. “I can’t believe you’d do that!” You pulled away from him, fasting your pants quickly. Your pussy protested by clenching, but you ignored it. Surprise was apparent on his face for about a second before he wiped it of emotion. “You think it’s funny to do this?”

“No, I—“

You cut him off, “That’s so immature. I’m going inside. To masterbate. Alone.” You marched off, hiding a smile as you stomped into Slave 1. You went to his room, leaving the door unlocked. Quickly stripping, you jumped into his bed to wait.

It took longer than you thought. Impatient, you wriggled in the sheets and sat up, glaring at the door. Finally it slid open, revealing a dejected Boba. He didn’t notice you immediately, and came into the room sighing. Then he noticed you. He stopped dead in his tracks and eyed you.

“Why... are you here?” He asked softly, expression uncharacteristically open.

You smirked at him, saying nothing.

“I’m... sorry about before,” he said, sitting down in a chair across from the bed.

You turned your head to watch him, brow furrowing. This was not going how you thought. Where was his mischievous attitude?

 He sat, seemingly waiting for a response from you. You turned your body towards him, revealing your tits. His eyes glanced down then back up. He seemed guilty. “What’s wrong with you?” You pestered.

“I didn’t mean to upset you so much.”  You smiled, “I know.”

“Then why did you leave?” He asked carefully.  ”You were supposed to come after me,” you said, eyebrow raising.

“I was?” He perked up.

“Duh. My pussy’s been waiting this whole time.” You laid down in bed and pulled the sheets up chastely. He sat for a moment, then jumped up and into bed with you, shedding his outerwear. His hands tentatively went to your body. You rolled over into his embrace, and looked up at him lovingly. “You’re so silly. You act like a brat but when I return the favor your feelings get hurt?”  He blinked. “My feelings... can’t be hurt.”

You laughed, “Okay, Mr. Tough Bounty Hunter.”  His lips nearly formed a smile. “You are still wrong, though.”

You snorted, nearly indignant. “Obviously not or we wouldn’t still be talking about it.”

He paused, then said, “I just wanted to remind you how wrong you are.” He grabbed your left asscheek and squeezed lightly. You lifted your leg and threw it over his hip, grinding softly into him. He closed his eyes and squeezed harder, inhaling. You inched forward to kiss him on the mouth; he smiled before kissing you back. Slowly you removed his remaining clothing, kissing his skin as you went. When you were done, he was on his back and fully erect. You sat in his lap, pussy rubbing against the base of his cock. You slid up and down his length, making him moan your name loudly. “I want you,” he muttered. You smiled and put the head of his cock in your pussy, making him grunt. “More,” he said. You smiled wickedly, “Who was right this morning?” He glared at you. “No.”

You shrugged and stayed put, teasing him. He growled. “Who was right?” You asked again. You slid down his cock about halfway, then pulled up so you just had the tip in yourself again. He groaned but didn’t speak. His hands went to the tops of your thighs. He pressed gently on them, trying to get you to take him inside yourself. You resisted. “Who was right?”

He glowered, “You may have had some good points.” You smiled widely, snorting your amusement. This increased his sour expression, which made you laugh more. You rested your head against his chest, laughing into it. He shifted under you, impatient to fuck. You lifted your head and sat up, sliding down him halfway again. You stopped there. He pressed gently on your thighs again, eyes filled with lust. You resisted your own urge to fully take him inside yourself, and instead let your arousal drip down his cock, making his eyes roll back. “You had several good points, in fact,” he said, straining.

“How many good points exactly?” You slid slowly down his cock. “Mmm, hn,” he said, enraptured. You stopped moving. He twitched inside of you. “You had.. mmmhphh... You were mostly correct about what we happened to be speaking about.” You grinned again at his stubbornness. “How correct was I?” You sank fully down onto him. He groaned, “Mmph... very. I mean, uh, what’re we talking about?” You laughed and started to fuck him. He gripped your hips and looked up at you wantonly.

You started to fuck him harder, wanting to chase your own high as well. He started to fuck up into you, taking over as you released control to him. He flipped you over onto your back and pulled your ankles over his shoulders. He drilled down into you making you nearly scream. Boba’s hands moved over your body as he bent slightly forward, changing the angle he was fucking you at. You deliriously called out his name, making him smile again. Then his mouth dropped slightly open in pleasure as he watched you take his fucking. You murmured a request for him to fuck you harder. He complied, clenching his jaw.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” you said, your words punctuated by his thrusts. Boba gripped your hips and fucked down into you. The burning hotness exploded in your pussy, extending to your limbs and making you call out his name shamelessly. He groaned as he fucked you through your orgasm, pussy clutching around him. Finally he could take no more and stiffened over you, cock twitching inside of you. He lowered his body to the bed, pulling you to your side and pulling your leg over his hip. He rested his hand lightly on your leg.

“Hmmm, you still didn’t ‘win’ the... conversation.” Boba started up again, still breathing hard.

You gave a short laugh, “Karking hell, you are such a sore loser.”

He snorted softly, but didn’t argue. Instead he lightly slapped your thigh and leaned in to kiss you. “I’ll give you something to be sore about,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Don’t make such promises,” you whispered against his lips. The hand on your thigh found its way to between your legs. He pushed two fingers inside, making you yelp in surprise. “Okay?” He asked. You moved your leg further up his body in response. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder, finger fucking you roughly. “Oh holy shit,” you said, growing incredibly wet.

“Naughty, naughty, cyar’ika,” he murmured, his fingers exploring and stretching you as they moved in and out of your pussy. You whimpered in response. He pushed you onto your back and added a third finger to your pussy. You spread your legs obscenely for him. He grabbed your left breast with his other hand and played with your pussy for a moment, making your pulse quicken even faster. You looked at him through hooded eyes as he said, “So wet for me. So needy. Are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” You nodded feverishly as he pulled his fingers out and slammed into you. His penetration and subsequent strokes were so forceful he had to hold you in place. You closed your eyes as he stroked you, feeling him bringing you to orgasm, his roughness adding to your pleasure.

He pinned you down by your throat and continued to thrust into you. You squirmed against him, close to cumming. He felt your pussy fluttering, “About to cum on my cock hm? Tell me how much you like it.”  ”I love it—“ you were cut off by his powerful fucking. “I love your cock,” you continued breathily as you started to cum. He drilled into you as you called out his name, telling him how much you loved him fucking you. Your body turned to jelly. He grunted and stilled over you, pulling out swiftly. He collapsed into bed and pulled you to him gently. Kissing you, he rubbed your cheek lightly. “You okay?” He asked softly.

“Hmmm yes,” you murmured to him. “You should do that more often,” you stretched. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll tell you one thing though... you were right...” you said softly.

Boba eyed you, waiting.

“I am sore. So I guess that makes me a sore winner.” You smirked while he rolled his eyes.

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mistrose23 · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday, mi amor

SUMMARY: It’s Y/N’s birthday, but it doesn’t go according to plan

WARNINGS: Fluff overdose, slight innuendos, dad!oscar

A/N: I wrote this for my best friend, she’s obsessed with Oscar and it was her birthday almost 2 months ago (oops). Translations can be found at the end of the fluff!

WORD COUNT: 7859

‘I’m so sorry, Y/N,’ Oscar muttered when he sat down in the living room. He just got back from an early morning shooting of his upcoming movie. The movie was wrapped, but two weeks ago he was called back for reshoots. ‘I tried to talk to the director, but she made it very clear that I need to come to set tomorrow.’

Y/N sighed, and she rubbed her forehead. She stood next to him, a cup of coffee in her hands. ‘Oscar, it’s okay. Really.’

He shook his head and he grabbed his wife’s hands. ‘No, it’s not. It’s your birthday tomorrow!’

She smiled softly. ‘Believe me, it’s okay. My boss called me this morning and he told me that there was a problem with the schedule. Turns out, I have to work on my birthday.’

Oscar raised his eyebrows. ‘What?’

Y/N sighed again, and she placed the mug on the table. ‘I know. I explained it, but he said that he couldn’t fix it.’

Oscar pulled her gently on his lap and he embraced her body. He held her hands and he drew circles on them with his thumbs.

‘You know that I don’t mind not celebrating my birthday,’ Y/N said, and she leaned her head against his.

‘I know,’ he whispered, and he pressed a kiss against her neck. ‘But Sofia does mind. We promised her that we would celebrate it, just the three of us.’

Y/N groaned, and she turned in her husband’s lap. ‘We did promise her that. I will ask Thea if she can babysit. Could you bring Sofia to Thea before you go to set? Unless you have an early morning shoot again, then I can -’

‘No te preocupes, mi amor,’ Oscar said, and he kissed her cheek. ‘I will take care of it.’

She gulped visibly. Even though they have been married for years, Y/N couldn’t get used to the fact that Oscar sometimes spoke Spanish to her. It made her feel things and Oscar knew the effect he had on her.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. Y/N ran a hand through Oscar’s hair, while he stroked her waist with his thumb. His hair was a little bit longer and his curls were visible. She loved running her hands through his fluffy hair.

After Y/N pressed a kiss against Oscar forehead, she glanced at the clock. It was almost three o’clock. ‘I have to pick up Sofia.’

‘I can pick her up,’ Oscar said.

‘You just came home from work,’ Y/N objected. ‘We will be back in fifteen minutes.’

He huffed. ‘One kiss before you go?’

Y/N smiled brightly, and she cupped his cheeks. He was hungry for her kiss and he placed his lips on hers. His hands grabbed her hips and he deepened the kiss. Y/N grinned, but she broke it off.

‘I have to go,’ she said, and she pushed herself off of him.

Oscar held eye contact while his left hand found her ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. ‘Hurry.’

As promised, Y/N and Sofia came home fifteen minutes later. Once Y/N opened the front door, Sofia ran inside.

‘Daddy! Daddy!’

Oscar caught her when she sped into the kitchen. ‘Mi princesa.’

‘Buenos días, papi,’ Sofia said in perfect Spanish to her father.

It warmed Y/N’s heart, seeing the people she loved the most together. Oscar lifted his 4-year-old daughter up, so that she sat on his arm. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, while he held her by her hip.

‘Did you behave while I was filming?’ he asked his daughter.

She nodded, which made her hair bounce up and down. Sofia had the same dark, curly hair as her father. Oscar smiled and pressed a kiss against her temple.

‘Daddy! That tickles!’ Sofia giggled.

Oscar had a full-grown beard for his movie and both Y/N and Sofia were teasing him with it, when he kissed them for example. He got a twinkle in his eyes and he playfully rubbed his cheek against hers, to tickle her even more.

Sofia shrieked and laughed, and she tried to push her father away. ‘Daddy! Stop!’

‘Oh, how I love you, sweetie,’ Oscar murmured, and he kissed her temple again.

‘Love you too, daddy,’ Sofia smiled, and she pinched his cheek. ‘Mommy said that you have to work tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ he confirmed. ‘Mommy and daddy both have to work tomorrow. But we are back for dinner.’

Sofia her face grew gloomy. ‘Oh. But what about mommy’s birthday cake?’

‘I will pick one up after filming,’ Oscar promised his daughter.

‘Okay, daddy,’ she smiled, and she caught her mother eye. ‘Mommy! Mommy! Daddy will get you a cake!’

Y/N smiled, walked towards her loved ones and she pretended that she didn’t hear their conversation. ‘He will?’

Oscar grinned and Sofia nodded. ‘Only the best for mommy.’

Y/N stroked her daughter’s hair. ‘We will celebrate my birthday after dinner. Don’t worry.’

‘No te preocupes,’ Sofia repeated her mother in Spanish.

Oscar smirked proudly and he nudged Y/N’s arm with his elbow. ‘It won’t be long until she speaks Spanish better than you.’

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she grinned. ‘Oh shush!’

‘Daddy, watch Tangled with me, please?’ Sofia asked and she pouted.

‘Oh, princesa, I would love to, but I need to do some grocery shopping,’ Oscar replied, and he pouted too. Then he smiled and whispered to her: ‘Maybe mommy wants to watch it with you?’

‘Yes!’ Sofia exclaimed and she turned to her mother. ‘Mommy, can we watch Tangled?’

‘Of course, baby,’ Y/N said. ‘Turn on the TV and I’ll be there in a second.’

Oscar released her and Sofia ran to the living room to turn on the TV. Y/N smiled, and she reached out to Oscar. He pulled her into his side, and he kissed the top of her head. Y/N hugged his side and she placed her head on his chest.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered.

Y/N looked up to him and frowned. ‘What for?’

‘Giving me this family,’ he said. ‘I’m so happy with you and you gave me our little princess, the best thing I could ever ask for.’

‘Stop, you make me cry,’ Y/N replied, and her lip trembled. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, mi amor,’ Oscar smirked, and he bowed down to kiss her lovingly.

‘Mommy!’

Oscar laughed and let go off his wife. ‘Go. I’ll be back in half an hour.’

‘Why do you need to go to the store anyway?’ Y/N asked curious. ‘I thought we had all the ingredients for tonight’s dinner?’

‘We do,’ he smirked again, and he raised one eyebrow daringly. ‘It’s a surprise for tomorrow. Let me be romantic, please.’

Y/N chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. ‘Fine.’

‘MOMMY!’

‘Coming, baby,’ Y/N yelled back, and she pecked her husband’s lips.

Later that night, Y/N and Oscar abruptly woke up by a soft voice. Sofia stood next to their bed around eleven, claiming that there was a monster under her bed. She had tears in her eyes, and she held her stuffed bunny Mr. Hopps tightly in her hands. Oscar immediately jumped out of bed and comforted her. He had picked her up and placed her between the two of them. Y/N wiped her tears away, while Oscar talked to her soothingly. The three of them cuddled together, Sofia laying against Oscar’s chest and she held her mother’s hands. One of Oscar’s arms embraced Y/N and together they spoke softly to Sofia. After 15 minutes, their little girl was calmed down.

Oscar had picked her up again and he brought her to her room, assuring Y/N that she could stay in bed. ‘I’ll be right back, corazón.’

Y/N stayed behind and waited for her husband to return. She closed her eyes and placed her head back on the pillow. Her eyelids felt heavy and she almost fell asleep again, until she felt the bed dip in.

‘She okay?’ Y/N asked tiredly.

Oscar hummed and he moved closer to his wife. ‘Stayed with her until she fell asleep again. Told her that nothing could happen to her and that we are here to protect her. Even told her a little secret.’

Y/N laughed softly. ‘A secret, huh? Care to elaborate?’

‘Nope,’ he said, and he popped the “p”. ‘It’s a father-daughter thing.’

She chuckled and caressed his cheek. In response, he rubbed his eyes and he yawned. That wasn’t a big surprise, since he was up really early today.

‘Come here,’ Y/N told him, and she motioned to herself.

Oscar smiled and he placed his head on her soft breasts. He also wrapped his arms around her, and he cuddled against her. It warmed Y/N’s heart and she let her cheek rest against his head. One hand combed through his soft curls and the other grabbed his hip.

‘Sleep, honey,’ Y/N whispered, and she kissed his hair. She massaged his scalp with her nails. ‘You have had a long day.’

‘Want to enjoy you a little longer,’ he mumbled, and he hugged her even more tightly. ‘Te amo.’

‘Te amo también,’ Y/N whispered.

Surely, Y/N picked up some Spanish words and she asked Oscar to teach her Spanish. Nothing was more beautiful than when Oscar smiled when the love of his life spoke Spanish to him.

‘Could you spoon me tonight?’ he asked sleepily, and he pressed a kiss against her neck.

‘Of course, handsome,’ she smiled, and she kissed his forehead.

The next day, Y/N woke up early. Oscar and Sofia were still sleeping, and Y/N didn’t want to wake them, so she did her morning routine quietly. When she was in the bathroom applying her make-up, she caught sight of Oscar’s jewelry stand with all his necklaces. One silver necklace with two charms stood out in particular. Her fingertips brushed against the charms and she smiled softly. On Oscar’s first Father's Day, Y/N had given him that necklace with only one charm attached to it. It was a simple plain silver charm, but there was a “S” engraved on it. He had been quiet for a couple of seconds, before he teared up and pulled Y/N in a bone breaking hug. He had whispered thank you’s and I love you’s, while Y/N hugged and rubbed his back. On their anniversary, he proudly showed her a new charm with her initial engraved on it. He had said: ‘Now I can carry both my girls with me every day.’ Y/N was the one crying that time. Over the years, Oscar had worn it almost every day. Of course, he had switched between necklaces for the change, but the simple silver necklace with two charms was his favorite.

As soon as Y/N was ready, she went to work. She arrived at her work at 08:00 and she started her day as she would normally do. Her colleagues dropped by one by one and they wished her a happy birthday. During her coffee break she sat down with her colleague Emma. She was the only colleague that Y/N friends with. It helped that they were the same age and had a young family.

‘I can’t believe it,’ Emma said to Y/N and she gave her a cup of coffee. ‘He knew it was your birthday and he made you come to work.’

Y/N shrugged, and she took a sip of her coffee. ‘It’s okay. Really. Oscar had to go to work as well.’

‘Yeah, but still!’ Emma complained. ‘Lucas should have found someone else to work today.’

‘Emma, believe me, it’s fine,’ Y/N smiled softly. ‘We weren’t going to throw a big party. It would have been Oscar, Sofia and me.’

Her colleague scoffed. ‘I bet Sofia was bummed.’

Y/N nodded, and she ran a hand through her hair. ‘Yes, she was. My best friend is babysitting her today. Oscar and I will make it up to her during dinner.’

Not a second later, Y/N got a text notification. She unlocked her phone and she saw that it was a text from her husband.

Happy birthday, mi amor. I wish we could spend this day together with the three of us, but I will see you after work. I just dropped Sofia off at Thea’s place and I’ll pick her up after work. Love you xo

There was a photo attached to the text message. She opened it and she saw that it was a selfie of Oscar, Sofia and Thea. Thea is Y/N’s best friend since they were teenagers and they have always been there for each other. The brunette held Sofia in her arms and Oscar blew a kiss to the camera.

Y/N smiled. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. She wrote back a quick, but sweet reply, saying that she couldn’t wait to see him later. ‘It’s, um, Oscar. Wishing me a happy birthday.’

‘You’re one lucky woman,’ Emma told her, and she took a final sip of her coffee. ‘Mark forgot our anniversary last year.’

‘Oh, come on,’ Y/N laughed. ‘I’m positive that you forgot an anniversary too. And you have three wonderful children together.’

Emma sighed, but smiled. ‘Yeah, okay, you’re right. Did I tell you that he wants to have a fourth?’

Y/N grinned and shook her head. ‘I have to give it to him, he’s ambitious.’

Her colleague smiled as well and glanced at her watch. ‘Shoot. I have an appointment. Talk to you later!’

Emma hurried away and Y/N finished her coffee. She got back to work, and she worked through all the things that she had to do today. Right before her lunch break, she heard a knock on her door.

‘Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/N,’ a delivery man said.

‘That’s me,’ Y/N answered.

He stepped towards her and handed her a bouquet with daisies. Inside the bouquet was a little card and Y/N immediately recognized Oscar’s handwriting. It was simple, it just said “Happy birthday to the most amazing wife”. She smiled softly and placed the flowers on her desk. She couldn’t wait to see him later today. Luckily, time went by rapidly and at two o’clock, her boss Lucas walked up to her.

‘Hey, um, Y/N,’ he said, and he scratched the back of his head. ‘Happy birthday.’

‘Thank you, Lucas,’ Y/N said formal.

‘How far are you with you work?’ he continued.

‘All the urgent stuff is done,’ she told him, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. ‘I still have to do some other assignments.’

‘Yeah, about that,’ Lucas mumbled. ‘I was unreasonable yesterday. I could have easily fixed someone for today, but I was in a shitty mood. You are free to go, if you want. Spend your birthday with your family and all that.’

Y/N blinked her eyes a couple of times. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, please,’ her boss reassured her. ‘Enjoy your day, Y/N.’

‘Thank you, Lucas,’ she smiled, and she collected all her stuff.

Lucas nodded and he left again. Y/N grabbed her phone and she wanted to text Oscar that she was coming home and that she could pick up Sofia, but then she got an idea. She could go home and prepare a nice and fancy dinner for the three of them. Yes, she could do that.

Y/N came home 20 minutes later. She frowned when she saw Oscar’s car in the driveway, but she shrugged it off. Maybe a colleague picked him up. Y/N stepped out of her car, walked towards the front door and unlocked it. As she stepped into the entrance hall, she took off her coat and she hung it on the coat rack. Then, she kicked off her shoes and slipped into her comfy slippers. She opened the door that led to the living room, but she stopped walking any further when she heard voices coming from the kitchen. No, that couldn’t be... was that Oscar? And Sofia? She tiptoed to the doorway and she peeked around the corner. The sight in front of Y/N was heartwarming and she melted.

Firstly, her eyes caught sight of the living room. The living room was decorated with garlands and balloons. Then, she spotted Oscar and Sofia. They were in the kitchen and they worked at the kitchen island. Both were slightly covered in flour, while Sofia stood on a chair, so that she could reach all the stuff on the kitchen counter and Oscar stood behind her. He held her by her hips and he gave her instructions. They were working on a cake together and by the looks of it, they were busy with decorating the cake.

‘Okay, smile for me, princesa,’ Oscar said, and he pointed the camera of his phone at her.

Sofia turned around and she smiled at him. ‘Is it finished?’

‘Not yet, baby,’ he told her, and he put his phone away. ‘We have to write mamá her name and we have to put the pearls on the cake. You can do that, and I will do the writing.’

Sofia grabbed a handful of the edible pearls and Oscar told her where to press them into the cake. At the same time, Oscar wrote Y/N her name on the cake.

‘It’s so pretty, daddy,’ Sofia said, and she smiled at her father. ‘Do you think mamá will like it?’

‘I bet she would love it,’ Y/N said, and she stepped into their view.

Oscar and Sofia turned around and they were surprised.

‘Oh-oh,’ Sofia mumbled, and she hid behind Oscar.

‘Mi amor, you’re home early,’ Oscar smiled.

‘Lucas felt guilty and he told me that I should go home,’ Y/N said. She held the bouquet of daisies in her hand and she walked towards the kitchen counter. Y/N put down the flowers and she took a vase from the cabinet under the sink. Her husband and daughter stayed quiet while she filled the vase with water, undid the bouquet from the plastic and cut the flower-stalks shorter. ‘Thank you for the daisies, Oscar.’ Then she turned around and she looked at her family with a curious glance. ‘But what is all this? You’re not at work and Sofia is not at Thea’s.’

‘I’m free today and tomorrow, I wanted to surprise you,’ Oscar admitted. ‘But then you said that you had to go to work. So I spend the day with Sofia. Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.’

Y/N smiled softly, and she felt the tears in her eyes. She placed the daisies one by one in the vase. ‘Gracias, hermoso.’

He stepped towards her, cupped her cheeks and kissed her passionate. She wrapped her arms around his middle and she hugged him tightly.

‘I love you,’ he said after the kiss.

Y/N’s eyes were still closed, and she nodded. ‘I love you too.’

‘Happy birthday, mommy!’ Sofia exclaimed.

Y/N pulled away from her husband and she looked at her baby girl. ‘Thank you, sweetie.’

‘Daddy and I made you a cake, look!’ she said enthusiastically.

Oscar gave his wife a gently push and they both stepped closer to their girl. Sofia revealed their cake full pride. It was a layered cake, Poe Dameron inspired. The cake was covered in buttercream, the edible pearls, yellow decoration on top, a few candles, a BB-8, a X-Wing and a Resistance figure and her name was written in black.

‘Oh...’ Y/N whispered. She became emotional again and she hugged Sofia. ‘This is the most beautiful cake I have ever seen. Thank you so much. The both of you.’

‘Daddy said that Poe is your favorite character,’ Sofia told her mother. ‘Just like me!’

‘He is,’ Y/N admitted, and she kissed Oscar’s cheek.

‘Why are you crying, mommy?’ Sofia said and she pouted.

‘These are happy tears, sweetie,’ Y/N reassured her, and Oscar rubbed his wife’s arm to soothe her. ‘I’m just so happy that you both did this for me. I really appreciate it.’

‘You’re welcome, mommy!’ Sofia smiled. ‘We love you.’

‘I love you too, baby,’ she whispered, and she kissed Sofia on the top of her head.

‘Princesa, is it time for the presents or do you want to do the other thing first?’ Oscar asked his daughter.

She shrieked and clapped in her hands. ‘The other thing first, daddy!’

He laughed and nodded. ‘Corazón, take a seat, I’ll be right back.’

Y/N sat down in the dining room, taking the cake with her. Sofia crawled on her mother’s lap, while they waited for Oscar. First, he brought in a big shopping bag and he put it on the table. Then, he walked always and returned with his guitar in his hand. Oh no, Y/N knew that she would get emotional again if he would play something.

‘So, Sofia and I practiced something for you,’ Oscar said. ‘Are you ready, Sofia?’

‘Yes, daddy,’ she answered, and she glanced at her mother.

Oscar played the first notes on his guitar and Y/N immediately recognized it as “happy birthday”. She was surprised when both Oscar and Sofia began singing.

‘Feliz cumpleaños a ti feliz cumpleaños a ti feliz cumpleaños querida Y/N feliz cumpleaños a ti’

For the umpteenth time that day, tears were falling from Y/N’s eyes. ‘That was so beautiful. Thank you.’ She kissed the top of Sofia’s head and she glanced lovingly at Oscar.

‘Now it’s time for the presents!’ Sofia yelled. ‘Daddy, can I give mine first?’

‘Sure, baby,’ Oscar said. He put his guitar away, kissed Y/N’s temple and grabbed Sofia’s present from the bag. ‘But first we have to light the candles on mommy’s cake.’

‘And she has to make a wish!’ Sofia remembered.

Y/N combed her daughter’s hair. ‘That’s right.’

Oscar put on the candles and after waiting for a few seconds, Y/N blew them out. Sofia asked what her wish was in which Y/N responded that she couldn’t say, otherwise it wouldn’t come true. Oscar cut the cake and he gave them all a plate. Next, Sofia was ready to give her present. But first she scrambled onto her own chair. Oscar stood behind Y/N, his hands were on top of her shoulders and he gently squeezed them. Then, Sofia handed the present to her mother. Y/N was given a big envelope and she carefully opened it. Sofia had made her a drawing. She could see three stick figures in front of a house, there was a tree and the sun and the whole drawing was covered in glitters.

‘Thank you so much, Sofia,’ Y/N said sincerely. ‘This is so sweet and beautiful. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome, mommy,’ she smiled. ‘Happy birthday. Now daddy’s present!’

Both Y/N and Oscar chuckled. He grabbed the bag and he walked towards his wife.

She watched Oscar and she grinned. ‘Yes, daddy. It’s time for your present.’

Oscar stopped in his tracks and he glared at Y/N. He raised his eyebrows and he looked at her challenging. Y/N gulped visibly, knowing that she would be in trouble later tonight. That made him grin and he gave his gift to Y/N. He seated himself on the edge of the dining table, so that he had the best view of his wife. Before she took the gift and inspected it a bit, Y/N smiled softly at her husband. The present was square, large, but not that heavy. It was neatly wrapped, and she carefully tore the paper off the gift. Immediately, she noticed that it was a painting. When she turned it over, she gasped.

It was indeed a painting. The painting looked exactly like the background of Y/N her phone, she loved that photo. Thea had taken it a while ago. She had captured a sweet moment of the little family while they were having a picknick. Y/N was laughing in that photo and Oscar looked at her with the most adoring smile on his face. Sofia sat on Oscar’s lap and she showed the camera the flowers she had picked. Y/N softly caressed the side of the painting with her thumb. It was so beautiful, and I looked so real, almost like a real photograph.

‘Oscar...’ she whispered. ‘I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you. This is beautiful. It’s gorgeous.’

He smiled softly. ‘Of course, mi amor.’

‘What is it, mommy?’ Sofia asked curiously.

‘Daddy gave me a painting,’ Y/N said, and she turned the painting so that Sofia could see it. ‘It’s the same photo as my phone background. This is actually my favorite photo of the three of us.’

‘It’s pretty, daddy!’ Sofia cooed, after she analyzed it thoroughly. ‘Did you paint it?’

Oscar laughed. ‘Oh no, sweetie. A friend of mine did. He is a painter.’

Y/N kept looking at the painting and she felt tears welling up. Oscar was so thoughtful, and he really knew her better than she knew herself. Slowly, she stood up and she placed herself between Oscar’s legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and she hugged him tightly. Oscar chuckled warmly and he placed his arms around Y/N’s waist.

‘Thank you so much,’ she whispered. ‘You’re the best. I’m so lucky to have you.’

He kissed the top of her head. ‘I am so lucky to have you. I love you, sweetheart.’

Y/N turned her head to look at Sofia and she saw that she was happily eating her cake. So, when she turned back to Oscar, she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. Her husband made an “oomph” sound, but he quickly recollected himself and he kissed her back. During the kiss, Y/N felt him smiling. That made her smile and she played with the soft curls in his neck. They had to contain themselves, because Sofia was in the same room as them.

‘Mommy?’ they heard her ask.

Oscar released his wife and he watched his daughter with a look full of adoration. Sofia had almost finished her cake and her mouth and cheeks were covered in crumbs and icing. He quickly stood up and he grabbed a rag from the counter. He gently wiped her face clean and he kissed the top of her head.

‘Yes, sweetie?’ Y/N asked, and she sat down again.

‘Daddy and I made a movie for you too,’ she smiled, and she looked at her father.

‘Oh, princesa, it is not done yet,’ Oscar interrupted her quickly. ‘I didn’t have the time to edit it, so it’s not a movie.’

‘Oh,’ Sofia mumbled, and she looked sad.

‘We can watch it,’ Y/N said, and she shrugged her shoulders. She eyed Oscar and she motioned to the TV in the living room. ‘Just connect your phone to the TV and we can watch the videos one by one.’

‘Yes!’ Sofia exclaimed and she clapped in her hands. ‘Please, daddy?’

Oscar was unsure and he looked at his wife. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes!’ she smiled, and she pushed him softly towards the living room. ‘Let’s go.’

He chuckled. ‘Okay, okay.’

Oscar walked towards the living room, while Y/N picked up Sofia. She followed her husband into the living room, and she sat down on the couch facing the TV, Sofia on her lap. As soon as Oscar was ready, he sat down next to his wife and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Immediately, Y/N moved into his embrace. Sofia lay against her mother’s chest and she placed her legs on her father’s lap. Oscar pressed “play” and the first video started.

‘Hola, mi amor,’ Oscar said while he was walking down the street. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses and he looked into the camera whilst walking. ‘It’s a month until your birthday and I’m already busy with the preparations. I just went to a friend of mine and he will make a painting of the photo of the three of us that you like so much. Now I’m on my way to the florist, because I made you a promise when we got together. Every year on your birthday, I will buy you a bouquet of daisies.’

That’s where the video got cut off and Oscar clicked on the next fragment.

‘Mi amor,’ Oscar said. He was in their garage and he stepped into his car. ‘It’s one day before your birthday and you told me that you have to work tomorrow. While you were picking up Sofia, I called the florist and guess what? Your bouquet will be delivered at work.’ He placed his phone in a phone holder and he started the car. Oscar kept talking, but his eyes stayed focus on his surroundings. ‘I have a feeling that you’re a little bit suspicious, because I told you that I’m on my way to the supermarket. Yeah, I have to admit, that was a lie. I actually have to pick up the painting.’

There was a brief pause, before Oscar appeared on the screen again.

‘My friend Ray just showed me the painting and corazón, you’re gonna love it,’ he spoke with enthusiasm. He turned around his camera, so that Ray could be seen with the painting.

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Ray said, and he smiled brightly.

‘I love it,’ Oscar emphasized.

The video got cut off again and Oscar showed them the next one.

‘Buenos días, mi amor,’ Oscar said, and he walked out of their bedroom. ‘Feliz cumpleaños, it’s your birthday. Um, surprise? I don’t have to go to work, that was an excuse because I wanted to surprise you. Unfortunately, you had to go to work today. But that’s okay. Now, Sofia and I can decorate the living room and make you a cake!’

‘Daddy?’

‘Ah, right on time,’ Oscar smiled, and he walked into Sofia her room. ‘Good morning, princesa.’

‘Buenos días, papi,’ a sleepy Sofia greeted him, and she sat up. ‘Are you making the video for mamá?’

‘Yes, I am,’ he said, and he opened the curtains and window in her room. After that, he sat down next to her on her bed. They both smiled into the camera. ‘Remember the little secret that I told Sofia yesterday? Well, the secret was that I’m free today. Your little girl was into this conspiracy.’

‘Happy birthday, mommy!’ Sofia said with a smile. ‘Daddy and I are gonna surprise you tonight!’

‘Yes, we are,’ Oscar smiled, and he kissed Sofia’s cheek. ‘Let’s get you dressed.’

‘Can I wear the pretty dress that mamá bought me?’ she asked her dad with puppy eyes and she raised her arms in the air, a sign for Oscar to pick her up.

He smiled and he helped her out of her bed. ‘Of course, you can. It’s the purple one, right?’

‘Pastel purple,’ Sofia corrected him, and she placed her hands on her hips.

Her father chuckled, she looked so much like her mother right now. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Pastel purple.’

Sofia laughed, while Oscar opened her closet and took her purple dress.

There was a short break again and before Oscar hit the next video, he turned his head to look at Y/N. She was hugging Sofia tightly and her head rested on his shoulder.

‘Do you like it so far, mi amor?’ he asked her softly.

Y/N nodded. ‘I do. Was it your plan to make me cry all day?’

Oscar snickered and he kissed her lovingly. Y/N sighed, and she relaxed in the kiss.

‘Daddy, can we continue?’ Sofia said and she threw her head back, so that she could face her father. ‘Ew.’

They released each other and laughed as Y/N hid her blushing face in Oscar’s neck. He gently stroked his wife’s arm and with his other hand he smoothened his daughter’s hair.

‘Sure, princesa,’ Oscar said with a smile and he pressed the next video.

The scene changed and Oscar and Sofia were in the car.

‘Tell mamá where we are going to,’ Oscar told Sofia.

From the backseat, Sofia looked into the camera. ‘Hi, mommy! We are almost at auntie Thea’s!’

Oscar nodded. ‘Yeah, because I promised you that I would drop Sofia off at her place. We have to give you some sort of evidence... I think a picture will do.’

They kept talking to each other the rest of the drive, well, it was mostly Sofia who was talking. She shared all her ideas for her mother’s birthday and Oscar hummed and smiled because of her enthusiasm. After a minute or two, they arrived at Thea’s house. The brunette stood already outside and she waved at the little girl. Sofia waved back as Oscar parked the car at the side of the road.

‘Hey, Thea,’ Oscar greeted her when he stepped out of the car.

He grabbed his phone and the walked around the car to help his daughter out of her car seat. When her feet touched the ground, she ran to her aunt.

‘Auntie Thea!’ she yelled, and she hugged the woman’s legs.

‘Hi, sweetie,’ Thea greeted her, and she ruffled Sofia’s hair. ‘Hey, Oscar. Are you making a video for Y/N?’

Oscar smiled and he walked towards her. He kissed her twice on her cheeks as a greeting. ‘Yeah, she’s gonna love it.’ He placed Sofia in front of him and he held her by her shoulders. ‘Thank you for being part of our secret and for not saying anything to Y/N.’

‘Of course,’ Thea said, and she shrugged. ‘You know I’d anything for you guys.’

‘I really appreciate it, though,’ Oscar said, and he gave her another kiss on her cheek. ‘I know that best friends are supposed to tell each other everything.’

Thea laughed. ‘Except when the husband is about to surprise his wife in the most adorable way. Why don’t you come inside? You can catch up with Joe and me and Sofia and Ben can play together.’

‘Um,’ Oscar mumbled, he really wanted to talk with his friends, since he was so busy with filming lately. He lifted his phone to check the time and then he saw that he was still recording, he completely forgot about it. ‘Yeah, we can stay for one cup of coffee. After that we have to go to the supermarket for some groceries. Right, Sofia?’

‘Yes, we are baking a cake for mommy!’ Sofia said with a big smile.

‘Is that so?’ Thea asked. ‘Your mommy is very lucky with you guys.’

Sofia smiled even brighter and she nodded.

Oscar also smiled. ‘And we are very lucky with her. Hey, can we take a selfie as proof that I dropped Sofia off?’

Thea chuckled. ‘Sure.’

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Let me wrap up this video really quick.’ Oscar looked directly into the camera and he smiled. ‘Hola, mi amor. As you can see, we are at Thea’s. We will make a selfie for you and then we go inside for a cup of coffee.’

He switched the camera and Thea and Sofia waved at it.

‘Happy birthday, Y/N!’ Thea smiled and she picked up Sofia. ‘Oscar dropped her off as promised. I’m gonna steal them both for a couple of minutes. Joe and I have some catching up to do, but you will see them again tonight.’

‘Hi mommy!’ Sofia said and she waved towards the camera. Then she turned to Thea and she blushed a little bit. ‘Is Ben home?’

Oscar raised his eyebrows, but Thea grinned and nodded. ‘Yeah, he is inside with his dad.’

‘Can I play with him?’ she asked, and she turned even redder.

‘W-what?’ Oscar asked surprised. Sure, he knew that Sofia liked Ben and he knew that they got along really well, but why was she blushing?

‘Of course, sweetie,’ Thea approved. ‘You can play with Ben. Ready for the photo? Oscar?’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure,’ Oscar mumbled, and he stopped recording.

Y/N chuckled, and she hid her smile behind her hand. Oscar was such a protective dad. She and Thea already talked about their kids having a tiny crush on each other.

‘This is not funny, Y/N,’ Oscar whispered. ‘She likes him.’

‘Oh, please,’ Y/N laughed. ‘So what if she likes him? They are four years old.’

‘She’s my baby girl!’ Oscar told her and now he started to blush. ‘I should be the only man in her life! Now I have to talk to Joe about Ben, and I don’t want that. Thea and Joe are our best friends.’

Y/N shook her head and she kissed his cheek. ‘You don’t have to talk to him. And you are the only man in her life. You are the one she looks up to and the one she turns to when she has a problem. You are her everything.’

He pursed his lips together and nodded. ‘You’re right. Let's continue.’

She saw that he had tears in his eyes, and he smiled lovingly. Y/N ruffled Sofia’s hair, before she cuddled more into Oscar’s body.

‘The next couple of videos are more little snapshots of what we did today,’ Oscar explained, and he clicked on the next video.

The first one was Oscar and Sofia in a supermarket. They were shopping the ingredients for Y/N’s birthday cake. Sofia sat in the little seat in the shopping cart and she told her father which flavors and colors her mother liked best. At one point, Sofia had Oscar’s phone in her hands, and she pushed the camera in his face. He laughed genuinely and told that she had to keep distance, otherwise Y/N couldn’t see anything but his face.

‘But mamá always says she likes your pretty face,’ Sofia told him.

Oscar blushed and he shook his head.

The next video was the two of them at home. Oscar filmed his daughter, while she told him where they should put all the decorations. He smiled, she was already a little boss, just like her mother. Sofia pointed around the living room where Oscar should hang the garlands and where the balloons were supposed to be.

The last video was them baking and decorating the cake. This was such an adorable video. Oscar let Sofia help him with almost everything. He told her how to knead the dough and he showed her how to make the figures for the cake. He let her taste the icing and when they were almost finished, he smeared some icing on her cheek. She yelped and threw flour in his face. They laughed so hard, it made Y/N tear up a little bit. It was such a loving sight, which followed by a small “food fight” between father and daughter. Oscar and Sofia were both covered in flour and icing, but they were crying of laughter. After a couple of minutes, when they were done with laughing, Oscar cleaned them both and they decided to finish decorating the cake.

‘Okay, smile for me, princesa,’ Oscar said, and he pointed the camera of his phone at her.

Sofia turned around and she smiled at him. ‘Is it finished?’

‘Not yet, baby,’ he told her, and then the video stopped.

‘Well, that was everything,’ Oscar said, and he watched his wife. Nervously, he scratched the back of his head.

Y/N smiled softly, a tear escaped from the corner of her eye. ‘That was beautiful and really sweet. Thank you so much.’

‘Everything for you, hermosa,’ Oscar smiled, and he kissed her forehead.

‘I love you both so, so, so much,’ Y/N told them, and she started to cry. She couldn’t help herself, they were so thoughtful and sweet for her today. ‘I’m emotional, sorry. But everything you two did for me... I’m grateful.’

‘Hey, hey,’ Oscar hushed her. His tone was soft, and he wiped her tears away. ‘We love you too. You deserve this, all of this. You’re the love of my life. You gave me Sofia. I love you, mi amor.’

‘I love you too, mommy,’ Sofia said, and she hugged her mother’s middle. ‘You’re the best mommy in the whole world!’

Y/N laughed, and more tears fell down her cheeks. She bowed down to kiss the crown of Sofia’s head. Then, she turned around to face Oscar and she kissed him. Oscar smiled in the kiss and he kissed her back with all the passion he had.

Later that night, after a delicious dinner made by Oscar and Sofia and after they had put Sofia in bed and after the couple had spent some time on their couch watching a classic action movie, they were in their bathroom, making themselves ready to go to bed.

Y/N was wearing a red, very see-through negligee and she was brushing her teeth. Oscar stood behind her and he was undressing himself. Through the mirror, Y/N kept her eye on him, and she watched his every move. At one point, he caught her, and he smirked. He took off his shirt very slowly and the only thing he was wearing, were his boxers.

‘Oh, mi amor,’ he said, his voice was low and raspy. He inched towards her and his hands grabbed her hips. He nibbled on her neck and he maintained eye contact through the mirror. ‘You do realize that I still owe you one big birthday present?’

She whimpered and she quickly bent over to spit out the toothpaste. That movement made Oscar groan. Y/N slowly stood up and turned around. Oscar’s eyes were dark with lust and he pushed her against the sink. He attacked her lips without warning, and he let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Y/N moaned, she kissed him back and placed her arms around his neck. She tugged on his hair and she rocked her hips against his. Oscar growled and he grabbed her hips again, but roughly this time.

Y/N pressed little kisses against his jawline and her hands wandered from his neck to his shoulders, before sliding down to his chest. Her fingertips came in contact with his necklace and Y/N smiled. She slowly pulled back, while her fingers lingered on the cold metal.

When Oscar didn’t get the attention that he wanted, he whined and kissed the spot behind her ear.

‘Honey, hold on,’ Y/N muttered, and she moved one of her hands to his hips. Her fingers grazed the waistline of his boxes and she looked him in the eye. ‘Before I’m going to unwrap my gift, I have to give you a present.’

Oscar hesitated in his movements and he squeezed his eyebrows together. ‘W-what? I don’t understand. It’s your birthday, why do you have a present for me?’

Y/N smiled, and she stared at the necklace around his neck. It was the necklace. ‘You are wearing the necklace.’

He eyed her, still confused. ‘Yes, of course. It’s my favorite, because I can -’

‘Carry both my girls with me, every day,’ Y/N finished the sentence.

Oscar smiled and nodded. ‘Exactly.’

‘Come,’ Y/N said, and she made her way towards their bedroom.

‘Y/N, corazón, talk to me. What’s going on?’ Oscar asked her as he followed her into their bedroom.

‘Sit,’ she commanded and opened the drawer of her bedside table. He did what she said, and she sat down next to him.

She held a black, velvet box in her hand, and she gave it to him. ‘This is my gift for you.’

Oscar was still confused, but he accepted the box and he opened it slowly. Inside the box was a silver charm. It was plain and untouched. The charm resembled the two charms on his necklace, the only difference was that the new charm wasn’t engraved. Oscar picked it up and studied it attentively.

‘Y/N...’ he whispered, and he looked at her. ‘I – help me out? This charm is very similar to the charms on my necklace, but... I – I mean...’

‘But what?’ Y/N smiled, and she rubbed his hand with her thumb. ‘I think you have to add this charm to your necklace soon.’

His eyes darted from her stomach to her eyes, searching for any sign that she was joking. Carefully, he put the charm back and he placed the box on the bedside table. ‘No...’

Y/N smiled softly and nodded. ‘Yes.’

Oscar gasped and he brought his hands to his mouth. ‘No... Y/N, are you serious? Please tell me you are not joking.’

‘I’m not joking, I’m one hundred percent serious,’ Y/N assured her husband.

He grabbed both her hands and he looked at her. ‘You’re pregnant?’

‘Yes!’ she told him, and the brightest smile appeared on her face. ‘Yes, I am. Sofia is getting a little brother or sister. And you, Oscar Isaac Hernández Estrada, you are going to be a daddy again.’

Oscar gulped. He watched their linked hands and when he looked up again, Y/N saw tears in his eyes. ‘Mi amor, gracias. Te amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Eres el mundo para mí.’

Now, Y/N was crying too. She was crying but smiling. ‘I love you too, so much. I can’t imagine my life without you.’

He let go off their hands and he embraced her in a tight hug. Oscar whispered sweet nothings in her ear, he told her how much he loved her, and he kissed her forehead and temple over and over again.

‘When did you find out?’ he asked her curiously after a passionate kiss. His arms were wrapped around her middle and he caressed her still flat belly.

‘Two weeks ago,’ she answered, and she laid her head against his shoulder. ‘I went to the doctors when you were filming. My missed period was one giveaway, but I vomited a lot and I started to dislike some food. So I took a test, which was positive. After that I went to the doctors, who confirmed it.’

Oscar hummed in agreement. ‘Yeah, I noticed the change in food and the vomiting. Now it makes sense, of course.’

Y/N laughed softly. ‘I wanted to surprise you, otherwise I would have told you earlier. I thought my birthday would be the perfect day. I had it all planned out. And I almost slipped up a couple of times.’

He laughed too. ‘That sounds like you. I’m glad you told me this way. Does anyone else know?’

‘Nope,’ she said, and she popped the “p”. ‘But Joe and Thea are suspicious.’

‘When are they not,’ Oscar joked. ‘How far along are you?’

‘Ten weeks,’ Y/N told him. ‘I’m going to show soon.’

He grinned. ‘I can’t wait. When should we tell Sofia that’s going to be a big sister? And when do you want to tell our family and friends?’

‘Maybe after the next ultrasound?’ she suggested. ‘I made an appointment for the next ultrasound in three weeks.’

‘Perfect,’ Oscar agreed, and he stroked her belly again. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Y/N smiled, and she kissed him.

Oscar grinned in the kiss and he got ahold of her hips. He withdrew for a second to look at his wife. ‘I think you were about to unwrap you last birthday gift for today.’

Y/N stayed quiet for a minute, but then she burst out laughing. ‘Yeah, I think you’re right.’ And she moved her hands to the waistline of her husband’s boxers.

~ ~ ~

Translations:

Mi amor = my love No te preocupes = don’t worry Mi princesa = my princess Buenos días = good morning / hello Papi = daddy Corazón = heart (like my love, sweetheart, darling, honey) Mamá = mommy Feliz cumpleaños = happy birthday Hermoso / hermosa = handsome / beautiful

Mi amor, gracias. Te amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Eres el mundo para mí = my love, thank you. I love you so much. I can’t live without you. You mean the world to me

Feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños querida Y/N, feliz cumpleaños a ti = happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you

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bangtan-gal · 5 years ago

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Ruin Me (M)

H.hj

Mafia!au

Warnings: smut, angst, not really much fluff, pain kink, corruption kink, dom!hyunjin, sub!reader Mentions of death, drugs (not much), somebody gets burned by a cigar oops

Word Count: 2.6k

Garrapata.

The corridor was crepuscular and damp; the walls were made of a rough stone and the few light bulbs cast an orange hue and flickered in and out of existence. You leaned up against the rock, struggling to light a cigarette. You finally managed to connect the flame with the tobacco and watched as the white roll sparked to life. Puffs of smoke curled around you as you picked at your nails.

Tocado.

Five cigarettes later, there was finally a sign of someone else. A bright white flashlight ran along the walls and you raised a hand to your eyes as it shone over you. You dropped the blunt—barely a third of it gone—and crushed it under your heel. Your brother, Baekhyun, approached you silently with two younger men following behind him. His hair, just recently dyed a sandy blonde, looked like a flame as the light bounced off it.

His brow raised as he glanced down at the six butts that littered around your feet. He met your bored stare again and then let out a snort. You ignored him as you glanced past to the men with him. One was just barely taller than your brother, his dark brown hair parted down the side. The other was around the same height, his hair a gleaming red.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” he commented, nose wrinkling at the smell that clung to you.

You shrugged. “I didn’t know that you were a gang leader until a couple months ago.”

Mentiroso.

The tall man’s eyebrow raised and his lips quirked into a smirk. He was gorgeous, even in this dim lighting. You could see the outline of a cross that hung from his ear and the sparkles of many other piercings. He wasn’t buff—more tall and lean—but the outline of a gun that hid under his shirt was enough to have you shivering.

You and your brother didn’t share anymore words as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you down tunnel. You silently counted every time your boot splashed into a puddle or when a drop of frigid water fell onto you. Baekhyun had refused to meet you outside in broad daylight. He’d given you an address, where you met a fake taxi and were driven to this nasty tunnel. You were instructed to take seven hundred medium steps into tunnel and then wait for your brother.

His cautiousness wasn’t the old sibling you remember. Baekhyun used to be the reckless one; dragging you out at midnight, jumping off cliffs, and getting in fights with anyone that looked at him or you too long. Seeing this side of him was so odd: he was always expected to get into trouble, but this kind of trouble? This trouble where you couldn’t be stupid and had to actually stop and think? Last thing you’d expect.

Demasiado diferente.

After he graduated from college, you never saw him again. Your father had died when you were six and he was fourteen. Your mother developed lung cancer eight years later and died just a couple months ago. You weren’t sad: you were never close with either of your parents. The most shocking thing of this whole event was your brother willingly taking you under his wing so you could go to college and get a degree.

Your feet started to ache tremendously as you neared the end of the tunnel. It was dark outside, a complete contrast to the sunshine you’d seen when you entered this hell hole. A sleek, silver BMW waited for the four of you. A man, wearing a low baseball cap, sat in the driver’s seat. Baekhyun sat in the passenger seat and as you slid into the backseat, you found yourself between the two men. Red hair was silent as he laid his head against the window and you noticed a scar that ran through his eyebrow.

It was Mr. Blacky that was giving you trouble. His hand rested on your thigh, the cold metal of his rings felt even through your jeans. He was looking out the window, pretending like he wasn’t two inches away from your core, but you could see the small smirk. Frustration roiled through you and you couldn’t tell if it was pure or sexual.

“Is there a reason I had to come live with you, dear brother?” You piped up, shifting your legs so that Mr. Blacky’s hand fell away. “I mean, mom and dad’s house was paid off, couldn’t I just stay there and you pay for college? I love living in that big, scary house all alone.”

Of course you were biting at him. You were glad he allowed you to live with him, but you yearned for answers. Where had he been all these years? He didn’t even show up at mom’s funeral and didn’t contact you until two months after her death. You’d been alone for all those months. In that huge-ass, dark, creaky house.

Muy solitario.

There were probably ghosts that were waiting to feed on your soul.

Baekhyun didn’t give you the honor of his response.

“I was neomu lonely, Bak,” you grumbled, playing with the string bracelet on your wrist. You heard him shift, his expensive-ass leather jacket squeaking against the custom leather seats.

“Did you keep up with your Korean lessons?” He asked, slowly shifting the subject.

You frowned. “No. I dropped it and took Spanish.”

Silencio.

“I’ll have you know that I actually got an award on my spanish. Top of my class. My spanish teacher gave a speech at my graduation. I can speak it fluently. I could probably move to Spain or Mexico—never come back,” you rambled. Baekhyun always hated your ranting and how you had this weird ability to go on and on about the most stupid shit. He deserved thirty hours worth of pointless rambling. “I’ve actually been thinking of taking French. Maybe I could become a professional translator; wouldn’t that be cool? I could travel the world, talk to the locals—OOOO I could run, like, a travel critic blog. Muy bien!”

You clapped your hands.

“You didn’t mention how fucking annoying she was,” Baseball Cap spoke up. His voice was deep and gravelly.

“This is her way of taking her anger out on me.”

You felt like a scolded child as you sat there. That was the one thing you’d always hated about your brother: his ability to make you shut up with some simple statement. He knew you too well, he knew exactly what got under your skin. He knew how to make you feel stupid or childish and as the years went by, he only got better at it.

And so, you went silent for the rest of the ride.

☁☁☁☁☁☁

It took you less than a week to learn the rules of the house. Baekhyun told everyone what to do and they all listened. It was rough, nearly impossible for you, your inner self always begging to challenge him. But Baekhyun made it clear he wouldn’t treat you any differently just because the same blood pumps through your hearts. You learned that when he dragged you to a windowless room and let you sit there all night without any dinner.

You also had to sit through the embarrassing “Off Limits” meeting. It was an hour long talk where Baekhyun repeatedly reminded his men and women that you were untouchable. If anyone so dare as look at you for more than a second, their heads would be ripped off and guts shoveled into a meat grinder. You never agreed to it, but here you were, alone and untouched.

Que divertido.

You poked at your dinner, staring boredly at the wall. Baekhyun was gone, along with almost everybody, so you were left alone with Mr. Blacky. In other words: Hwang-fucking-gorgeous-Hyunjin. The boy with his stupid teasing smiles, little smirks, and eyebrow raises would not leave you alone. He was older than you by barely a month, but you’d never guess by the way he held himself like the king of the world.

He was a more handsome, younger version of Baekhyun.

And it sucked.

If you had known the Baekhyun was trying to turn his men into multiple versions of himself, you would’ve thrown yourself out a window. Hell, you would’ve flipped off the mysterious mailman who delivered the letter you got two weeks ago. This wasn’t fun, this was suburban.

“So, you’re the royal babysitter?” You asked, looking up at Hyunjin. He sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone and not sparing you a single glance as he answered.

“Sure.”

“You’re barely older than me,” you pouted, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

He held up the pack of cigarettes he had confiscated from you not even five minutes ago. You watched, your mouth watering, as he shook the packet at you. There was the other rule: no smoking. Or at least not for Y/N or around Y/N. Everyone else constantly smelled like weed and tobacco, but you would never see the drugs again in your life.

“Didn’t you try to leave last time you were alone?”

He spoke about the event as if it wasn’t yesterday.

“I’m the leader’s younger sister! Don’t you think I deserve some form of special treatment?” You cried, shoving your plate away from you. The boy looked up, watching as the china skittered to the other side of the table before peacefully stopping.

Maldita.

You stood up, letting the chair clatter around the shiny tiles. Your feet stomped against the floor as you marched towards the boy. A slap ran through the room as you slammed your hands down on his knees, eyes narrowing as you looked up at him. You leaned forward until your faces were mere inches apart.

“I’m not a child.”

“Then why do you act like one?”

Then he smiled, and there was something about it that was so wrong and so right at the same time. It was sadistic and perfect. Ice shards and fire blazed through your body as a craze lit up his eyes. He tilted his head at you, his hand coming up to run along your cheek and then over your brow bone.

“You say you want special privileges?” He hummed. His thumb moved down and ran along your lips. Your mouth slowly opened, an ache starting in your core as he slipped the digit in. His knees tightened around your body and he brought your mouth to his.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. The taste of weed and addiction? Something bitter? Instead, he tasted like smarties and you could feel his chapped lips pressed against yours. He gripped your chin tightly in his hand as he easily slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your straightened up, moaning into his mouth as his other hand came up to tighten around your throat.

He pulled back for barely a second, inhaling sharply before his lips crashed onto yours again. You whimpered, letting your hands slide up his legs and rest on his upper thighs. Your thumbs rubbed circles on his inner thigh and you didn’t miss the way he bucked up into your touch. Hyunjin nipped teasingly at your lips and then pulled back.

His mouth moved achingly slow along your jaw and then he moved to your ear. Pain laced through your body and pleasure ran to your core as he teeth dug into the upper part of the shell. The soft moan you let out pulled one from him and his grip tightened on your neck.

“You know,” he whispered into your ear, “you act like such a big, bad girl, but I bet you’ve never had a true taste of danger, hmmm? Do you want it? How badly baby?”

You panted, eyes slowly meeting his dilated ones as he pulled back and stared at you. It took only one fluid movement for him to hop off the counter, spin you around, and bend you over the marble. Gasps and whimpers of excitement started to leave you.

Placer y dolor.

You felt Hyunjin’s bulge press against your thigh as he ran his hand down your spine. Tingles raced through you and shivered in anticipation. The boy’s desperation bled through as he reached for your yoga pants. He pulled them down quickly, taking your panties with it. He ran his index finger down your folds and then a soft chuckle left him.

“I bet you’re tight too, baby,” he mused. You listen to the sound of him unbuckling his jeans and the sound of them hitting the floor. There’s the soft sound of skin rubbing against skin as he pumps himself out. You lean forward, eyes closing.

Hyunjin completely sinks into you in one go. A loud groan escapes you—he stretches you out painfully and deliciously and it’s addicting. His forehead rests against your back and there’s a few moments where he just silently gasps. Then he starts moving.

His thrusts are rough. His fingers dig into your thighs as he hitches you up even higher. Your gasps and his grunts fill the room as his hips smack against your ass. You’re soaked; slurping noises filling the room because of your pussy. His cock continues to hit your g-spot repeatedly and your eyes start to roll into the back of your head.

��Fuck, I could ruin you,” he gasps out, “and no one would ever know. Shit, baby, shit.”

Arruinarme.

“Just as tight as I thought.”

Arruinarme.

You felt your high approaching and you unconsciously clenched around him, silently begging for him to finish with you. And then just as you’re there, just as you feel the beginning of the flashes, he pulled out. You hold still, too shocked to whine or look back.

Then you hear the all time familiar sound.

Tsssst.

You peeked over your shoulder, eyes widening as you watch him light a cigarette. Hyunjin meets your gaze and grins, something broken and psychotic hanging in the depths of his orbs. You watch as he takes a slow puff and then presses a kiss to your neck, the smoke filling the air around the two of you.

Arruinarme.

“You can take it baby, whether you want to or not,” he said.

Part of you knows what he’s about to do, but the hazy part of your brain refuses to keep up. Then you feel it, a quick jump of pain. You hissed, your head falling against your forearms as the cigarette is pressed to your thigh. You smell it—it’s so subtle, but it’s there—the smell of your own flesh, burning. He pulls it back and you stiffen as you prepare yourself for the next tap. He presses it to your other thigh and this time you let out a loud whimper. Pleasure comes with the pinch this time and your eyes flutter shut.

“Such a whore, aren’t you?” He laughs.

Then he throws the blunt in the sink and sheaths himself inside you again. His pace picks up, almost as if he never stopped. It barely takes a few seconds for you to finish, your fingers digging into the counter as you tighten around him. Hyunjin grunts and he thrusts harshly through his own orgasm. His seed spills into you and down your legs as he continues to fuck it into you.

Arruinarme.

Then he pulls back, letting you breathe. You do, taking in big gulps of air, your legs shaking, and eyes fluttering shut. He lights another cigarette and hands it to you. You accept graciously, puffing on it. The smoke fills the kitchen as the boy helps you back into your pants and then pulls up his own. He runs a hand through his dark hair and then winks at you.

A swirl of smoke surrounds your head as he walks out.

You hum to yourself.

“Arruinarme.”

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calpalirwin · 5 years ago

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Midnight

A/N: Anon request- Can you write a short fic where your the love interest in a music video for them and you play all of their girlfriend but they dunno ur cheating then they corner you. Ig it could be to like Midnight and then after the shoot u find urself falling for Ashton.

I fell for him during the shoot, but I think the overall idea is still there. Hope you like it! Feel free to give me feedback, guys

And away, and away we go!

~~~

I tried to settle my nerves as I walked towards the set. Trying to make it big in LA as an actress was about to pay off. Okay, so a music video wasn’t necessarily the big time I had imagined for myself, but it was a well-known band.

I had dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt with slip-on shoes, not bothering to do too much appearance wise, knowing production would turn me into the heartthrob leading lady the music video was having me play.

Yeah, my first big time was the love interest in a music video where I was everybody’s love interest. And a cheater… Great, I was creating a bad girl rep. Well, better the girl that screws everyone over than gets screwed over herself.

~~~

“So, you’re the girl, huh?” a voice said behind me.

I turned, pressing a hand to my mouth to covering my chewing, hurriedly swallowing the chips I had just crammed in there. “Mmm, mhm,” I mumbled. “Sorry, hi,” I said to the tall man standing before me. Even if I didn’t recognize him, which I did, the drumsticks clenched in one fist was a dead giveaway. “I’m Y/N. You must be Ashton,” I said, dusting my chip crumbs off my fingers on my jeans before I offered him my hand to shake.

“Ash is fine,” he said, shaking my hand. “Everyone calls me that.”

“Nice to meet you, Ash,” I smiled, feeling my heart race in my chest. I was a lucky girl to play the love interest to this cutie and his equally cute band mates.

“Chips, huh?” he smirked, reaching past me to grab a small handful and put them in his own mouth.

“Eating helps calm my nerves.”

He swallowed and then let out a giggle I was all too familiar with. “Good. We need more actresses who can eat.”

“The industry's tough, and eating disorders are no laughing matter.”

“I wasn’t suggesting otherwise. It’s just normally I spend a lot of time making sure the girls in our videos are eating.”

“Oh, that’s very big brother-y of you. But, I’m good, thanks.”

“Cool. And for the record, you don’t need to be nervous. You’re not shooting any scenes today.”

“I’m not?”

He gave a shake of his head, the single brown lock not obeying the confines of hair product swaying wildly. “Nah, we’re playing the song a few times to get the different angles, figure out which shots were gonna use. Then, tomorrow we’ll do the acting bit.”

I frowned, pulling a script out of my back pocket, flipping through it. “I think I’m supposed to be dancing in those shots.”

He brought a hand to his mouth in thought. “Hmm, maybe. Either way, 1.) don’t be nervous and 2.) you should come out with us tonight when we wrap from the day.”

“Hang out with you? And the rest of your band? Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Builds better on-screen chemistry.”

There was no arguing with that logic. I wanted to do a good job on this, so I’d get more jobs in the future. Plus, it was an offer to hang out with 5SOS. No way I was passing that up.

~~~

“Hey, we’re gonna roll out,” Ashton told me, once we were done for the day.

I wiped a hand across my mouth to catch the water that had spilled out from my too big of a sip of water. “Cool, um, text me the address, and I’ll meet you guys there.”

He scoffed. “Nah, c’mon.”

“I…” I pointed in the direction of my car. “I…”

“They’re making you drive here every day? Cheap fucks… No. I’m putting you up in the hotel with us.”

“I don’t live far…”

“I don’t care. We sometimes work long hours, and you already look exhausted. You’re not driving home every day to get a few hours of sleep when you can stay with us across the street.”

It was true. After dancing around to them playing the same song, even my dancer’s body was wiped. But, his offer was too much. I’d never be able to afford to pay for a hotel for however long this took, and I wasn’t the type to accept help I couldn’t repay “Ashton, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s Ash, and I know I don’t have to. I want to. Now, c’mon, love interest, let’s hit the town.”

If he kept looking at me like that, my feelings were going to transfer off-screen real fast.

~~~

“You move gracefully,” Calum told me as we sat on the floor of the hotel room a few nights later. “Like it feels natural when I spin you around in our scenes. You’re a nice change of pace from other girls we’ve worked with.”

I laughed, thinking back to earlier. All my scenes with the boys had been different, highlighting the boys’ individual personalities. All of my playful bed scenes with Luke transformed into whatever scene I had with the other boys: dancing with Calum, videogaming with Mike, and a view of the city with Ashton. Each was sensual and playful in it’s own way, and they all transformed into the same sad shot of the boys rolling over in bed hoping to find me. “Thanks,” I said, “You got some moves yourself, Cal.”

“Is that part of your training or whatever? Like they teach that in actress school?” Mike asked.

I laughed. Actress school. “I mean, I majored in theatre arts. But, I went to a regular college. I didn’t go to like Juilliard, or NYADA, or something. Just a regular state school. But, yeah. Part of that education was dance based. Ballet, tap, modern,” I said, checking off all the types of dancing I had done, “Your basic stage stuff.”

“Ballet?” Luke asked.

“Yes, not all of us are magically gifted at lifting our long ass legs in the air while wearing skinny jeans. Some of us have to work at it.”

The blue-eyed blond laughed. It was a cute laugh. He was cute. They were all cute. But my interest was locked on the hazel-eyes man with the boyish giggle.

~~~

“Alright, Y/N,” the director was telling me. “You just locked eyes with all your boyfriends, and they’re realizing that they’ve all been dating you, and that you’ve been playing all of them.”

“So, am I scared?”

“Play it however it feels right to you.”

“10-4, boss man,” I said.

“Alright, places!”

I jumped in place on my mark, shaking out my nerves. This was it. I had been given complete creative control over my character. And she was gonna go for the plot twist that hopefully would translate my on-screen love affair into an off-screen one.

“And action!”

The last chords of the song rang out and the boys- after sharing a look mixed with confusion, then anger- moved from their stage setup and across the floor to me.

I offered a waggle of my fingers as all four men stalked towards me, an “oops?” smile on my lips.

They either glared, rolled their eyes, or crossed their arms as they stopped in front of me.

I shot a wink at them before I closed the distance between Ashton and me. I jumped a little to get my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as I planted a kiss on those lips I’d been thinking of kissing for days.

For not expecting this move, Ashton responded in an instant, one arm wrapping under my ass and the other across my back to hold me to him, which is what I expected would happen. What I didn’t expect was for him to kiss me back, his tongue opening my mouth to mingle with mine.

“Alright, cut!” someone called out, but Ashton and I didn’t care. We we’re busy.

“Ashton! Y/N!”

We broke apart then, me still in his arms, both of us breathless and giggling. “Well, that wasn’t in my script,” Ashton told me.

“Improv, my dear boy,” I told him, leaning out of his arms to dip towards the floor, able to support my weight with just my legs around the waist.

“Whoa, there,” he said, dipping with me and bringing us both up, but still not setting me down on my own feet, which was more than fine by me. I liked being in his arms.

“He’s right, Y/N. That wasn’t in the script,” the director was telling me.

“But, we’re keeping it right?” Mike asked, already watching the scene play over on one of the screens.

“Yeah, this shot is gold, mate,” Calum told him.

“Our faces are perfect,” Luke said.

Ashton carried us over to look for ourselves.

I saw myself wink before my body leapt forward at Ashton, his hands instinctively catching me. The shock on his face melted into something that looked like relief, as my lips attached to his, his body relaxing into the kiss. The shock on the other boys’ faces was pure disbelief and then a small shrug of acceptance. It was the perfect unscripted shot. “Oh, that’s going in the finished product,” Ashton said.

The director sighed.

“You said play whatever felt right,” I told him, refusing to let him make me feel bad for my choice. “Showing that I chose one of them felt right. So I chose.”

“You chose? Or your character chose?” Ashton smirked at me.

“Kiss me again off camera, and find out,” I winked.

#mindnight #ashton irwin #ash blurb #anon request #5sos #galcal irwin

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cinaminho · 6 years ago

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♡Preference 5♡:He's secretly in love with you (Hyung Line)

(Soon I'll be writing about Seventeen)

P.S. (and twice)

Jin:

It was just a normal day for you and him... Normal day translation: Shopping day.

For him...

"Ahh Y/n isn't this wonderful? In public, people, the air is nice, food, drinks, shopping. You know I could go on" Jin said as he looked in the windows of stores you both passed by as you were both in the largest mall in your city. "You do realize I've barely done any shopping because I've been carrying YOUR shopping bags?" You said annoyed as Jin didn't notice you were struggling to keep up behind him until he stopped to turn around and look at you nearly panting on the malls floor, Jin soon broke out into his famous laugh as be turned red while pointing at you and holding his stomach. You growled and Decided to leave his bags in the middle of the mall floor and brushed passed him aggressively and Jin soon opened his eyes shocked by the force of your little body. He watched you walk to sit on a bench near the food court then he looked to where you were just standing to see his bags as he ran towards them "Y/n! You can't just leave my things here" he whined as he grabbed the bags and walked over to you. You looked at him with a bored expression "Now ask me if I give a fuck about your stupid bags" You sassily said... "Do you-" "No".

It was silent for a few seconds. "Well while we're here I guess I might as well tell you the news" you said smiling up at Jin as he sat down and you hadn't realized it yet but your smile was one of his favorite things in the world "News ,What about?" He asked sitting his bags to the side. "I am seeing someone." You said looking in his eyes hoping he'd be excited and not over protective but , he was too lost in your words to even react.

"Jin... Jin... Jin!! Hello I know you can hear and see me boy" you say shaking his shoulder "what? Ohh yeah I can see you, sorry I was just-- processing the information... How long?" He asked trying not to let his voice sound dissapointed though he was... He really, really was. "Now it's not that serious yet" you explained "Yet?" Jin Chuckled but was deeply hurt "Yeah I mean you never know" you shrugged. "I just wanted to tell you because you know you get over protective but you're taking this well" , Jin simply nodded "so you good right?" You asked as Jin simply hummed staring at the bench space between you two "good now get up and you're carrying your own bags now" you laughed before walking away and leaving Jin by himself In thought.

"The only reason I was overprotective was because I was trying to scare them away.. Because I love you" Jin mumbled to himself. "Jin c'mon!! PINK Is having a sell and you know I love my lotions" he heard you say and quickly looked up "Hm? Oh yeah I'm coming" Jin got up grabbing all his bags and smiled at you "let's go" he said but as you turned around he Instantly Took off his fake smile. Although you said it wasn't serious yet he couldn't help but feel he'd lost you completely already. He didn't want you to be serious with this guy whoever he was or, anyone else for that matter, he wanted it to be him and only him that'd you'd get serious with. He just didn't tell you that.

Yoongi:

"Alright.. This is the last time" you panted out as you laid beside him. He looked over at you confused while covering both your exposed bodies with his silk sheets "what? Why?" He asked still out of breath from your passionate session just moments ago.

"Because Y/n got a maaann" you sung and looked at him smiling but Yoongi's face fell slightly however you couldn't tell because you had looked away towards the ceiling. It was silent for a good minute "when" was all he said bluntly trying to hide his hurt because despite your agreement he thought you both knew deep down that 'friends with benefits' didn't just stay that for long. He thought you both knew and maybe you both felt something but it was a one way love once again. "Last night in the middle of our first round I saw the text from the bedside table but I was too caught up in bliss.. In you..to stop and answer so, we have to stop Yoongi.. No more hooking up baby boy... I'm Sorry" You said and kissed his temple before getting up and grabbing your things . Yoongi felt a lot at the moment;

Love..

Jealousy..

But most of all Regret..

Because he didn't tell you that this was more than hooking up for him because maybe then you would've felt the same and who's to say you didn't? Maybe he just took too long probably and you wanted to move on. "Okay , I'm gonna shower then head out mmk?" You sighed as you walked into the bathroom and closed the door before turning on the shower "yeah" Yoongi whispered. He sat up in the bed and ran his hands through his bed hair before groaning into his hands and throwing a pillow across the room in anger "I'm too late".

Soon you came out the bathroom as steam followed and you looked so fresh and new , Yoongi always admired that you were a clean person. "Well I'm going... I guess this is it but we're still cool you know that'll never end" you assured him as he got out of bed and putting on his discarded boxers and walked you to his hotel room door and opened it "mhm" is all he said "don't worry I'm not gonna just jump in bed with him I'll make him wait a while" you laughed, Yoongi adored that sound more than you'd ever know.

"It was fun" he said as you nodded. You stepped out of the hotel "Y/n" Yoongi said making you turn to him "Yes baby?" ...Jeez you're killing him but he thought it was too late "Uh-- just take care" he said and you smiled softly "I will" and with that you walked away and Yoongi closed the door before leaning against it.

"Why'd you have to find someone"

Hoseok:

You guys were in the park just walking along near a pond and looking at the different flowers . "Today is just amazing" you sighed and Hobi looked at you "You're amazing" he said in a daze while looking at you "well thank ya much Hobi" you smiled. He realized how he may have sounded but it was too late "yeah you're welcome" he blushed slightly "now why is My hobi bear blushing?" You teased making him roll his eyes playfully "no reason so stop" he grinned as he pushed your shoulder softly "mhmm.. Well I wanna tell you something exciting" you looked at him and he stopped making you do the same "that is..?" "Guess who just made it official with DARRIN" You said happily cheesing, "Hmm.. I don't know" Hobi pretended not to know making you smack your lips "quit playing you know" . "Ohhh yeah it's you... Congrats" he said smiling his beautiful smile that complimented his cheek bones.

"Thank youu" you said and leaned up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the icey cup stand "c'mon I'll buy us both one" you squealed because you loved cold things on a hot day "be there in a sec I wanna- feed the birds" he lied but you didn't catch it and just ran towards the stand "aye !! you better wait I have money!" You yelled towards the stand making hobi chuckle.

He soon found himself feeling as if he wanted to cry and looked at a squirrel that stood in front of him "The angels in the Sky couldn't have held this one for me? Just her." He said as if the squirrel understood him. "HOBI! I'm gonna eat yours too if you don't bring your ass on" you yelled "coming!" He shouted back and jogged to you feeling as if his heart would give out from the pain of you not being his... It was unbearable.

(Oops I put his before Joonie's sorry)

Namjoon:

"Let's play dance dance revolution"

"I hate that game and I dance enough as it is.. Choose another"

"Monopoly"

"I broke or lost the pieces"

"Clue?"

"That game is creepy I don't know why"

"NAMJOON WHAT THE FUCK" you groaned at your picky friend as you stood at your game shelf but he laughed "I'm sorry.. How about we just talk? I always love our conversations you know" he said and patted a spot for you to sit on the couch next to him. You went and sat next to him "alright so tell me what's been going on in the reality TV worthy life of Y/n" he joked "shut up stupid" you mumbled making him laugh hysterically. "BUT IF YOU MUST KNOW!" You yelled to make him stop laughing "okay, okay continue my bad" he said stifling his giggles and you just rolled your eyes.

"Ya girl got herself a man now" you said playfully wiggling your eyebrows and for some reason Namjoon had became more interested in what you were saying "oh? .. Who's the guy? Tell me more about him" he said resting his chin on his knuckles, you didn't realize it but Namjoon wasn't really interested in the guy he just wanted to know what he had that he himself didn't... What made you fall for him and not see that Namjoon had fell for you? "Wellll he's around your height, yummy omg! Works at car dealer ship, his own house, no kids which means no baby mamas AND, his family is the sweetest" you rambled on about your mystery guy.. You'd already met his family? Wow.

"Met his family already? Must be serious" he sighed while looking at one of the pillows on the couch "getting there I guess" you shrugged "but I'm happy" you added. Namjoon smiled 'oh well' he thought "well if you're happy then of course you know I am" you grinned "yesss which is why I love you and to show that I do I made some chicken I'll be back with the plates!" you said as you walked away but not before kissing his forehead.

"I love you too ..but I guess it's not in the same way" he said to himself.

Hmmm you like? PT 2.? Maybe if you guys want it Reblog to let me know. I hope you enjoyed this babies💓

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frejahertziswritingthistime · 7 years ago

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An education chapter 19

A/N: Sorry for the wait, you guys! I’ve been put through the ringer lately, and I’ve been working really hard to get back to a normal point in my life – it hasn’t happened yet, but I figured writing could at least distract me a little. Sorry for the length, but the next chapter is going to be jam-packed, so I felt like a shorter chapter would be fitting!

Hope you’ll like this chapter!

I got to give a huge shout-out to @sherlockstolemyname, because no matter how stressed or angry I get, she’s always there to support and rage with me. Thank you, you perfect, wonderful plum-fish.

As always, remember I always say yes to requests and feedback feeds the writer (please, guys, anything and all things matter! I really need to hear if you guys like it, or I lose steam)

MASTERLIST

An education masterlist

Buy me a coffee (or help me pay my bills)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, (a little) angst, language

December

The start

I woke up with a headache and a bout of nausea hit me like a ton of bricks; I groaned and rolled to the side, squinting against the soft, morning-light coloring the motel-room. I caught Sam’s eye. He looked worried – I shook my head at him and sat up, willing my stomach to calm down. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just slept bad, promise.” He shook his head. “Don’t believe you, but we don’t have the time for you to be sick right now. We’ve got some bad stuff going down.” I stretched and looked around. “Where’s Dean?” Sam sighed and rolled his shoulders, trying to disperse the apparent ache. “He went out for a briefing with Jody. He didn’t want to wake you.” I nodded, because he had a habit of doing that these days; he seemed worried I wouldn’t get enough sleep, so he let me sleep in for way longer than necessary. In reality, I got plenty of sleep – I was pretty sure I was getting sick, because I was asleep the minute my head hit the pillow for the last week.

I looked at Sam again; his head was buried in the Lesser Key, and he looked like a chewed-up chew-toy – he looked horrible. “Sam, did you sleep?” He shook his head. “No. I’m trying to translate all of this, but I just can’t. It’s not like Enochian or anything I’ve seen before.” I frowned and stretched my hand out for the book. He handed it to me, and I looked at the odd words in front of me. “I think it’s old Norse or runes. Or maybe a mix?” I scanned the page. Sam sighed and stood up, pacing the room. “Damn it. We need the page translated, and some old fart decided to switch it up!? FUCK!” Sam shouted, and I looked at him, my eyes huge with surprise. Sam never swore. He left that to me and Dean, and we did a fine job swearing for him as well. “Wow, Sam. I didn’t even know you knew those words, dude.” He grunted as the door opened behind me, and I turned to look at Dean, who looked worn out and very, very tired. Fuck it all to hell. I stood up and went to him, cupping his face in my hands. “What’s up, babe? You okay?” He shook his head. “We’re in trouble, guys.” He caught Sam’s eye from across the room and continued as he shrugged his jacket off. “Jody told me, that she’s been keeping an eye out for activity around the area. It looks like someone or something is getting ready for an attack. I think we’ve walked into a fucking trap, and now we have no way of getting out.” I froze, my hands falling from his shoulders to hang limply next to me. “What?” My voice was small. He nodded. “Y/N, do you have any idea what that text says?” Sam urged me, but I just frowned. “Why should I be able to read runes? Or old Norse?” I turned to him with a surprised look on my face. Why on earth would I be able to do it?” He shrugged. “You’re Freyja’s creation. I’m guessing she installed some sort of… Dictionary in you, maybe?” I laughed and turned to Dean, expecting him to laugh as well, but he looked like he might actually agree with Sam. “Are you kidding!?” I said and rolled my eyes, grabbing the book. “Fine, I’ll try. But it sounds fucking insane.”

I looked at the words in front of me, and I instantly hated it. I could read it, and it was goddamn stupid I could, and I really didn’t want to tell Sam and Dean they were right. I sighed. “I can read it.” Sam grinned, and Dean kissed my shoulder. “Get to work, babe. Me and Sam will get the weapons ready.” He pulled the duffel out from next to the bed, while Sam pulled a bunch of spell-books out from his bag; we had already decided to bind all of our weapons, the best we could, carve sigils into them a cast spell over the bullets. Better go prepared to our deaths, I guess.

“Alright.” I sat down and looked at the words in front of me. I hated that my brain had turned into a translator, but on the other hand, it was pretty damn cool. Mungát dreyri ykkarr óvinr enda fold skrípi. Fárbjóór fárbjóór halda Loke. My eyes ran over the words again; I had to make sure, the thing I just read was actually what it meant.

“Guys.” I looked up at them. “I think I know what it means.” Sam and Dean looked up at me, both pairs of hands stopped, hovering over various weapons, their eyes trained on me. I smiled. “drink the blood of your enemy to bring an end to the world of horror. Destroy the destroyer to contain Loki.” Dean looked confused. “what does that mean?” I grinned even wider. “First of all, I think it’s a metaphor, the drink blood part. I think we need to kill the highest demon, and then Loki loses his hold on the mortal world, which means…” Sam grinned back at me. “You can stab him and send him back.” I nodded. Dean lit up into a huge smile and jumped up, wrapping his arms around me.

“Then that’s what we do. We stab the son of a bitch, send him back to the magical kingdom of weird and get rid of the demons as well. Fucking amazing!” He grinned and twirled me; my stomach lurched again, and I squirmed to get down – Dean let go of me and I barely got to a muttered “sorry” out, before I rushed to the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach. Shit. If I was sick, everything would fall apart – I couldn’t fight while vomiting.

I heaved a deep breath and fell back against the door, cold sweat in a thin sheen on my forehead. I didn’t know what to do. A soft knock resonated against the door, and I grunted as I moved away from the door, so Dean could step in. He sat down next to me, wrapping his arms around me. “Are you okay, babe?” I nodded and sighed. “Sorry. I am, I promise, I just… I think it’s the stress, honestly. The fact that the fate of the world is on us, kind of makes me want to puke.” Dean chuckled. “you and me both, sweetheart.” We sat in silence for a while, my heart relaxing a bit and my stomach settling again.

“Y/N?” I looked at Dean. He was staring at the yellowing tiles on the wall, his brows furrowed a bit. “You always get this little line right between your brows, when you’re thinking, you know?” I said with a small smile, poking the line with my finger. He chuckled and grabbed my finger. “Y/N.” I waited for him to continue. “I’m scared.” I cocked my head to the side and looked at him, really looked at him. He looked like a kid, a kid who knew he was walking towards certain death. I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at his boot. “Me too. I think we all are, Dean.” He snorted. “I’m serious. I’m terrified I’m going to lose you or Sam or lose myself to this fight. I’m afraid I’ll never be me again. I’m afraid I’ll stop being your wife, but start being your widow. I’m scared, Dean, more than you know.” He sighed. “What are you scared of?” I asked, tracing small circles on the back of his hand, that was hanging down from my shoulder. He shrugged and lifted my head a little in the process.

“I’m scared for you and Sammy. I know you’re a boss ass bitch, but yeah… I’m still scared of someone sneaking up behind you and killing you. I’m scared for Sammy. I’m scared for me. I’m just… It feels different, this time. I know it’s because it’s a huge fight and we’re dealing with several pieces of shit here, but… I realized last night, that you’re my wife.” I grinned and punched him lightly – he winced. Oops. My lightly wasn’t his lightly. “I hope you’ve realized it before last night.” He chuckled. “Yeah. I just mean… You’re my wife. You’re the thing, I care about the most in the whole, damn, rotten world. You’re everything I got, sweetheart. You and Sammy, you guys are my life. And here I am, about to almost give it up for some stupid goddess.” He drew a deep breath and I looked up at him, stretching my neck as much as I could to kiss him on the cheek.

“I know, Dean. Listen, you’re my life. Just as much as I am yours. I know it’s fucking horrifying to go into this, but we have to do this, for the sake of the rest of the world. Besides…” I stood up, pulling him up as well, and smiled. “Sam would kill us in the afterlife, if he died and didn’t get to bang the hot goddess again.” Dean roared with laughter as he opened the door and leaned down to kiss me; I sighed against his lips. It always felt like coming home, when I kissed him.

“Dudes, come on. There’s a best friend and brother here.” We had momentarily forgotten Sam, as we kissed, and we pulled away to smiled apologetically at Sam, Dean’s hand still on my ass. “Sorry, Sam.” I said with a grin. Dean smacked my ass a few times, before sitting down next to Sam, pulling the gun from the table and started to carve a sigil on the side of the barrel. I shook my head and sat down on the bed, trying to focus on something. Sam pulled some weights from his bag and handed them to me. “I’m sorry, but you need to train. You need to focus your strength and know it well.” I rolled my eyes but took the weights. “Alright, Master Yoda. I’m going to the gym.” I pointed towards the hall – thankfully, the motel was connected to a small gym, so I might as well use it. “Hey, Y/N?” Dean shouted, just as I was about to step out from the room. I turned on my heel to look at him. “Maybe you should train with someone.” I quirked my eyebrow at him. “Remember the last time, you tried training with me?” He smirked boyishly and shrugged. “Your sports bra was distracting.” Sam rolled his eyes. “too much info, dude.” Dean waved his hand dismissively at Sam. “I didn’t mean me, I meant Cass. He’s going to fight with us either way, and he’s a strong angel – he might teach you a few tricks.” I nodded at Dean. “I’ll try calling him down, I guess.” I waved behind me as I stepped out to the empty hall, silently praying for Castiel to show up; Dean was right, and at any rate, I needed someone to train with me – I wouldn’t get much out of punching sandbags, since I punched through them.

A flutter of wings announced his arrival, and I smiled as I walked briskly, the swish of his coat next to me. “Are you up for getting your angel-butt kicked?” I asked as I pushed the door to the gym open. Cass stepped inside and turned to me. “I can’t say I am, but I do know I’m willing to train with you.” He shrugged his jacket off. I smiled widely and looked around the room, feeling the subtle stir of energy in my body; I was readying for a fight and it felt amazing.

“I’ll be gentle.” I grinned, as I kicked my leg up and swirled in the air, kicking out towards his face.

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fancymuffinparty · 7 years ago

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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Rating: T; for language and suggestive themes

Pairing: Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover, Porco Galliard/Pieck

Summary: Embarrassing things always happen at Christmas parties. They just do. (Canonverse. Pokopiku. Reibert. Setting takes place after the Clash of the Titans arc and before the Return to Shiganshina arc.)

Word Count: 2457

A/N: I’m so Christmas AF right now. I’ve had the strong urge to write more pokopiku so I sat down and cranked out this holiday fluff! :) This is also my first time writing Reibert, as I’ve been wanting to do so for a realllllyyyyy long time! I just love the warriors and I’m worried about them so I wrote this to cope with my anxiety :’)

Snk 100 better not kill me, but oops, it might! :)

Side note, I’m not really sure how the peeps in the Snk universe celebrate holidays, but I’d like to think their celebrations at least somewhat resemble ours, i.e, the festival in chapter 98. This is just for funsies anywayyyy.

“You have that look on your face… What are you scheming about now, Reiner?”

Bertolt’s voice is barely above a murmur, unsure how to feel in anticipation for a response. The burly blond at his side sports an all-too familiar smirk, his arms folded across his chest.

He’s wary of the expression Reiner wears rather shamelessly, utterly certain his companion is up to no good. Against his better judgment, Bertolt directs his own sight to follow Reiner’s line of vision and instantly pieces it all together.

He’s looking back and forth between Porco and Pieck.

“It’s not a scheme,” Reiner finally replies, shaking his head. “Just an idea.”

Donning a sly grin, he turns to face Bertolt, marveling at how his visage has completely morphed from the anxiety-ridden ‘Reiner, what are you doing’ to that of the disdainful ‘I’m getting real tired of your shit, Reiner’.

He’s grown to love both looks equally.

“I have this theory…” Reiner begins.

Bertolt suppresses the urge to groan. “Go on.”

“Porco has a thing for Pieck.”

“Uh huh.” Wasn’t that obvious?

“And Pieck has a crush on Porco.”

What a groundbreaking theory, Reiner, Bertolt thinks. Marley ought to give you an award for your deduction skills.

“…okay?” he says instead.

“You see that up there?” Reiner asks, pointing out an obscure object that hangs from the ceiling. Bertolt squints a bit, rolling his eyes upon recognizing the tacky holiday ornament.

“The mistletoe?” Bertolt knows exactly where this is going now, but he keeps up with Reiner’s little guessing game so as not to dishearten the big guy.

Reiner gives a single nod, smiling wide in pure satisfaction. “Curious to see what would happen if they somehow got caught underneath it?”

“Not really,” Bertolt says with a shrug.

Reiner scoffs at Bertolt’s lack of enthusiasm. “Well I am,” he asserts, rubbing his hands together. “So let’s set this plan in motion.”

“What plan?”

“It’s simple,” Reiner insists, stepping aside to allow for clear instruction. “Get Pieck to meet you at the center table. That’ll be close enough to where the mistletoe is hanging. I’ll distract Porco as best I can, but that’ll probably piss him off so he’ll most likely try to walk away- and when he does… it’ll be too late.”

Bertolt cocks a brow, unimpressed. “What exactly are you trying to prove?”

Reiner lets out a deep breath. “How much do you wanna bet that when it comes down to it, Porco won’t be able to go through with kissing her in a room full of people?”

Bertolt huffs, believing the whole conversation to be beneath him; utterly juvenile. “So you’re theorizing that Porco won’t be able to handle the pressure?”

Reiner nods again. “Affirmative.”

One thing’s for sure. The holidays have some sort of fucked up effect on Reiner. It’s obvious his behavior has undergone drastic alterations with the latest news that they’ll be returning to Paradis for the second time after the new year.

Hell, it’s the little things they should enjoy while it lasts. Small moments to cherish in place of all the horrors and torment they’ve been exposed to.

They’re not guaranteed tomorrow, especially not when they’re warriors.

With that in mind, Bertolt realizes he could learn to live a little…

Fine.

For Reiner. He’ll put up with this for Reiner.

“I’ll take you up on that bet,” Bertolt says, dispelling a wistful sigh. I guess.

Reiner’s entire face lights up, his eyes practically as luminous as the decorated Christmas tree hoisted up in the corner of the mess hall.

Before he can brood over his decision, Bertolt articulates a concern. “What are the terms?”

Translation: “What kind of weird stuff are you gonna make me do if I lose?”

Much to his disapproval, Reiner opts to remain evasive. “We can figure that out later, Bert.” His gaze returns to the task at hand, determined to time everything out just right.

The window of opportunity is fast-approaching.

Sights momentarily fixed on Porco’s movements and Pieck’s carefree wandering, Reiner finally nods and gives Bertolt the go-ahead.

“Move out,” he commands in a subdued voice, using a half-assed salute as an unconventional signal of sorts.

At ease, Reiner, Bertolt thinks sarcastically.

He doesn’t quite remember signing up for this when he enlisted in the military. Unless it was written somewhere in fine print on ‘page whatever-billion’ of his records. You know, the thick pile of documents that no one wastes any time to actually read.

Either way, he’s determined to uphold his end of the bargain.

Taking long, slow strides toward Pieck, Bertolt quickly makes up something to say before reaching her.

“Hey, Pieck.” Bertolt pauses to look over his shoulder, instantly pinpointing Reiner’s location. There’s no yelling or cursing yet. That’s a good sign. Anyway… “How’s it going?”

Pieck greets his arrival with a warm smile. “Bertolt! Have you had the chance to try my fruit cake yet?”

Bertolt shudders at the mere thought, turning away to hide the grimace seared onto his face. He’s heard horror stories about her many attempts at baking; an adversity he swore to himself he would not fall victim to.

“Actually, no,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It’s in that moment that he hatches an idea. He spots the horrendous-looking fruit cake at the center table- almost exactly where Reiner instructed him to lead her.

Welp, here goes nothing.

Bertolt forces a smile. “But maybe I can try a piece now?” If worse comes to worst, he can spit it out when she’s not looking.

Pieck beams upon hearing his request, overtaken by a sudden wave of exhilaration. Perky as ever, she links her arm into his and tows him along. “Oh you’re going to love it! Zeke helped me out this time, but I did most of the work.”

Bertolt gulps. Zeke is just as useless in the kitchen. If not worse.

Wiping the single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face, he briefly looks for the mastermind behind this whole charade while still at the mercy of Pieck’s behest. Even with the limited field of vision, he somehow manages to get a feel for the status of the situation on the other side of the room. Reiner is keeping Porco surprisingly calm, devoid of the boisterous theatrics that usually dominate their interactions.

Bertolt wonders what they’re talking about, though it’s evident that Reiner is the one doing most of the talking.

But even so… he knows how this will all play out. He’s seen it happen too many times.

Oh boy, he thinks, cringing to himself. It’s only ‘the calm before the storm’.

Any second now, Reiner’s going to hit a nerve and say something that’s bound to set the young Galliard off. (Sometimes he doesn’t say anything at all and his mere existence is enough to set Porco off. Those are the really bad days…)

Pieck, meanwhile, acquires a small utensil and cuts into the fruit cake, preparing a small sample for the giant in her midst. “I don’t mean to brag or anything,” she says in mid-slice, “but this might be the best fruit cake I’ve ever made. I guess this sort of thing just comes naturally to me.”

Bertolt blinks a few times, falling short of any audible response. Her enlivened demeanor almost reminds him of her panzer unit fanboys; unfathomably cheerful and lovelorn.

Oh, Pieck…

He certainly won’t be the one to criticize her cooking. He simply doesn’t have the heart to.

Finished slicing into the crusty dessert, Pieck lifts her gaze and extends her arm toward him, entreating him to accept the sample.

“Here,” she offers, so sweet and endearing. “Let me know what you think!”

Bertolt inwardly prays for the protection of his sensitive palate. Bringing the questionable holiday treat to his nose, he inhales deeply and closes his eyes in despair.

Help…!

In spite of his circumstances, he tries to be polite. “It looks… so good…” he musters out, desperately stalling for time.

Pieck’s still waiting for him to take the quintessential first bite, eyes glowing with intrigue.

Bertolt’s hand trembles slightly, the fruit cake hovering over his mouth.

Right before he’s about to lower his jaw and force the ominously disfigured excuse-for-food into his mouth, some miraculous form of divine intervention saves his appetite from forever being ruined.

“Fuck you, Braun!”

Porco’s finally snapped.

And Bertolt couldn’t be any more grateful!

Pieck heaves a sigh, turning to address the rattled blond. “Pokko, there’s no cursing allowed at the Christmas party,” she chastises, though her voice is tonelessly nonchalant. The endeavor is a futile one.

Porco always ends up cursing at their Christmas parties. It never fails.

Bertolt sees the moment as his cue- and his way out. Leaning down a bit, he whispers into Pieck’s ear. “Maybe this will cheer him up.” He hurriedly presents the dessert nestled in his palm, plotting his escape.

Pieck nods in agreement, only disappointed she hadn’t thought of that herself.

“Pokko!” she calls out. “Come hither and try my fruit cake!”

In mid-storm across the room, Porco comes to a halt, weighing his options. If it were anyone else he’d tell them to fuck off, but Pieck has always been there to calm him down when the going gets tough- or when Reiner grates on his nerves.

The girl is practically half of his impulse control, and he’s in desperate need of her soothing abilities. Grunting indignantly at the look Reiner subsequently shoots him, Porco makes his way over to his petite comrade and sits down.

Bertolt sneakily sets the piece of fruit cake behind an array of candles, ensuring it’s hidden from view. As Pieck begins preparing a sample for Porco, he cautiously slips away and heads over to where Reiner has stationed himself for the next course of action.

Which is to wait…

Soon enough, the others are quick to take notice of the staggering sight before them. A round of giggles and whispers encircle the duo at the center table, prompting Porco to realize he and Pieck are under scrutiny- for amusement.

Reiner struggles to suppress his laughter, while Bertolt contemplates the very real possibility of a heart attack as the result of the erratic thumping against his chest.

If this ends badly, no doubt Porco will kick his ass too.

Having had enough of the idiocy surrounding him, Porco stands to his feet and glares about the room. “What the hell’s so funny?” he spits out.

A smirk plastered on his face, Reiner points up, the gesture providing him with an answer.

An answer in the form of a small green bough with marble-white berries dangling directly above him and Pieck, red ribbon attached to the top.

Porco freezes, in both awe and disbelief.

Pieck on the other hand is rather oblivious. Daintily so, she finishes cutting yet another slice of her prized fruit cake and holds it up for Porco. “Here,” she insists. “You’re probably just hangry.”

When she looks back at him, she’s confused as to why his attention is fixated toward the ceiling, his face appearing as though he’s seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking up as well.

Bingo.

“Oh!” Pieck smiles even wider. “Mistletoe!”

Too stunned to speak, Porco slowly tilts his head back down, watching over Pieck as crimson coats his entire face.

The room is silent now, with every attendee waiting on the couple to uphold the holiday tradition and commence the obligatory smooching.

Reiner leans against Bertolt, convinced he has won the bet. “Any moment now, Porco’s going to bolt for the barracks,” he whispers a little too loudly, finding it a challenge to contain his excitement. He’s enjoying this a little too much, and that makes Bertolt a tad uncomfortable.

But Bertolt holds out purely for his optimistic side…

After all, Porco hasn’t budged. Not one bit.

Meanwhile, Pieck has seemingly tuned everyone else out, focused solely on the now bashful boy before her.

“There’s no need to be shy, Pokko,” she teases delicately. “We do this in your room all the time.”

That particular revelation leaves no one in shock.

Still, Porco can’t help but tense up, the red deepening along his cheeks.

Fuck it, he thinks, willing to take a loss on this one. Might as well.

As Pieck leans forward, he reaches for her hands and meets her halfway, enveloping her soft lips with his own. The kiss is an innocent one, vastly different from the makeout sessions they frequently indulge in under more private settings.

But it’s definitely earned the approval of their amassed audience.

The entire room erupts in cheers, a few whistles echoing throughout the crowded space.

They… actually did it!

All but one continue to pour out their love and support for the duo… and that one is none other than a stupefied Reiner Braun.

Bertolt quickly singles him out, nudging the brawny blond on the shoulder.

“Soooooo,” he begins, feigning a cough to jolt him from his trance. “Looks like you lost the bet.”

Reiner avoids eye-contact, exasperated by all the lovey-dovey chants and coos aimed at honoring the darling couple, Porco and Pieck. He’s also reluctant to admit defeat, convinced that Bertolt will take advantage of this victory to the fullest extent.

Alas, he gives in when he remembers that he was the one who started the whole thing.

Fair is fair.

Damnit.

Putting aside his pride, Reiner gives Bertolt his undivided attention.

“Yeah,” he says with a nod, grimacing. “I lost the bet.”

Bertolt can’t help the half-smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth, admiring how adorable Reiner is in this light, his lips forming an irresistible pout.

The fact that the blond is hopelessly unaware of it only drives Bertolt even crazier than he thought possible.

And he’s seen Reiner shirtless for fuck sake.

A few beats pass before Reiner speaks up again, oblivious to the enamored gaze Bertolt is still holding.

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” Reiner chuckles. “Two birthday presents? Three…? Are you gonna make me do something embarrassing? Just let me know so I can prepare myself for the humiliation…”

Bertolt stops him from droning on and on, wordlessly grabbing him by the hand. He leads them both toward the center table, aiming his sights on the ornament hanging above.

Must be the sudden surge of holiday spirit.

“Bert,” Reiner mumbles, “where- what are we doing?”

Bertolt looks back and offers a firm response. “I’m making good on this bet.” And rightfully so.

It’s not long before Porco and Pieck make way for Bertolt and his plus one.

It’s not long before he and Reiner find themselves underneath the same mistletoe.

It’s not long before Bertolt finally claims victory- and Reiner’s lips with his own.

#mywriting #reibert #pokopiku #snk #snk fanfic #holiday fluff #enjoyed writing this one #mistletoe shenanigans are cheesy #but i couldnt resist #i really dont wanna get destroyed by the possible bloodshed in snk 100 :)#idk what im gonna do #i just want annie back #but i digress #my first time writing reibert was so therapeutic #pokopiku is a pleasure as well ;)#and the holiday season is going well for me so #i felt good enough to get back into writing again:)#listened to nothing but Nat King Cole christmas music while working on this

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