#so I turn it on and sit down to eat breakfast and I’m like wow that really does smell awful

[luveline]

need need NEED more hop x reader w el they are the CUTEST

“So she’s coming?” El asks. 

Hopper pushes a glass of orange juice in her direction. “Mm-hm.” 

“And she wants to see me.” 

“Yeah, kid, she wants to see you.” 

Eleven’s hair curls just under her ears. Hopper hadn’t suspected her hair would be curly once it began to grow, but it waves gently, and tighter the longer it becomes. He doesn’t know how to take care of it. He only just taught her how to use shampoo and conditioner without leaving all the suds in. 

She scratches it. “What are you looking at?” 

“Nothing.” He ruffles her hair. “Eat your breakfast. You can get changed when you’re done. You need me to help you find something?” 

“No. I like choosing.” 

Hopper knows. She isn’t good at matching yet, but she’ll get there. 

She eats her breakfast too quickly, doesn’t drink her juice, and doesn’t put her plate in the sink before she goes, but Hopper doesn’t bother getting mad. He’s trying to be less moody. He’s also trying to be understanding; she’s learning to be a normal kid. Most normal kids are slobs. 

“Can we have dessert?” El shouts from her room. 

“You can have a snack later.” 

“Please?” 

“You can have some chips once you get dressed. Are you still hungry, or–?” 

“Snacks,” she says, turning on her radio. 

Hopper nods, laughing to himself when there’s a knock at the door. He’s been waiting to see you all weekend, and he walks to the door with a terrible smugness about him to let you in. 

“Hello,” he says, wedging the creaky frame open with his shoe. 

“Hi, handsome.” You look up into his eyes, fresh-faced like you’ve had a good scrub and dressed for a day in the house in cuffless sweatpants and a hoodie he thinks might be his. “Wow, nice shirt, hotshot. What is that? The Hawkins Police Department fun run of eighty two? That’s vintage.” 

He leans down to kiss you hello. 

“Oh, hi,” you flirt. 

You’re confident when you know you’re loved, he’s found. Still the homespun woman he knew you to be, but affectionate once you’re comfortable. He smiles into your mouth and pulls you tight to his chest, lifting you off of your feet for a millisecond before placing you back down. 

“Where’s my girl?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. 

“El?” you call. You slide around him to find her but turn back, “Did you ask her about the hugging?” 

“She says it’s fine.” 

“Like, she wants to?” 

It had been a strange conversation. Hopper is used to telling El things, or being told things by her. He didn’t ask her what she likes for breakfast, he just kept guessing until he found the right stuff. She never asked him if she could sit in his side during movies, she just inched closer until he put his arm around her. 

“She wants to,” Hopper says. She’d seemed perturbed by the question, sure, but it ended with her happy little smile through a handful of popcorn. 

“El?” you call again. 

“Kid! Your best friend is here!” Hopper shouts. 

Thunder from her bedroom, a door swung open and slapping the wall. “Y/N?” she asks, the skirt of her dress swinging as she pauses in the doorway. 

You smile and step forward. You’re tentative but excited all the same, laughing as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, and pat her back. “Hi, beautiful.” 

“Where have you been? It’s two weeks.” 

“Yeah? I didn’t mean to not see you for so long, I’m sorry.” 

“Hop says you have lots to do.” 

“There’s a leak in my bathroom,” you take her by the shoulders. “Aw, this is nice. When’d you get this? It’s light and summery.” 

“Hop… from a catalogue.” 

You raise your brows at him, grinning. “That’s nice. How many did you get?” 

“We got five.” 

“Five! From the catalogue!” You hold her hand. “Hop must really like you, huh? Who can blame him?” 

El looks down at your joined hands. Hopper feels his skeptic heart softening. “He likes you, too.” 

“But do we like him?” you joke, letting go of her hand to put your arm behind her back instead. You give Hopper a look. 

“What?” he asks. 

“I was thinking we’d go out for milkshakes?” 

Hopper bites his tongue. El has a birth certificate now, she’s his daughter, she can’t be taken, but going out with her into the world draws stares and derision alike. People can tell she’s abnormal, and he can’t stand that. She doesn’t deserve to be gawked at for talking a little slowly, or messing with stuff she doesn’t understand. 

But he doesn’t want her feeling punished for those things either. 

“Get your jacket, El.” She beams, rushing for her room. “She’s gonna love the jukebox,” Hopper says. 

You meander back into his arms, kissing his stubbly cheek. He pretends to nudge you away.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Carrot (The Surprise, Part 11)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, absolute smut, oral, idk just sex, pregnancy times, established relationship, explicit language (I'm bad at these but let me know if I'm missing anything) Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Emily surprises you with breakfast in bed for your first Mother's Day. But you've got a Mother's Day surprise of your own up your sleeve...

Week 21: The Carrot

“Rise and shine, honey.”

You stretched and opened your eyes, smiling as you took in Emily standing above you holding a breakfast tray. You pulled yourself into a sitting position.

“What’s all this for?” you asked as she placed the tray over your lap. Coffee (decaf), a warm croissant, and a tiny little sprig of baby’s breath–your favorite flowers–in a miniature jar. You grabbed Emily’s hand as she stood, pulling her back down so you could kiss her.

She smiled into you. “It’s Mother’s Day.”

Your heart soared. So cute. So kind and thoughtful, your wife.

“This is so sweet of you, Em. But, uh…” You nibbled on your croissant. “Mother’s Day was last weekend.”

“I know that,” she insisted, climbing into bed to sit next to you. “But I wasn’t here last weekend.” She took a sip of your coffee and you swatted at her arm.

“Hey!” you protested. “You can’t give me Mother’s Day breakfast and then eat the breakfast.”

“I can. I’m also a mother.” She took a bite of your croissant and grinned mischievously at you.

You felt a little guilty. You hadn’t even thought about Mother’s Day, except to call your own mom and wish her a happy one. Maybe you should have done something for Emily. You’d have to think about what to get her.

“What do you want her to call you?” you asked, taking your coffee back and sipping on it. You hadn’t discussed it yet–what the baby would call you both. “I want to be Mama, I think. If it’s okay with you.”

Emily looked at you lovingly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. She nodded. “You can be Mama. You’ll be a perfect Mama.”

You blushed and smiled softly.

“What are you gonna be?”

“I haven’t really thought about it,” she admitted, leaning her head against your shoulder. “Maybe Maman. Like in France.”

“That’s pretty.” You laced your fingers with hers, smiling as her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. You loved her thinking face. In fact, you couldn’t stop looking at her thinking face. She smelled like an almond croissant and her lips were so full and so kissable, and her skin was soft against your fingers and wow your sex drive was through the roof during this trimester. “You’re pretty,” you added, more to yourself than anything.

“What?” she said, looking at you, eyes twinkling.

Suddenly, you knew exactly what to get Emily for Mother’s Day. You lifted up the tray and set it on the nightstand, turning to face her, sinking your fingertips into the skin that peeked out from under her shirt and moving your face so close to hers that you could feel her breath on your lips.

“She could call you Mommy.”

Emily blinked, flustered. “W-what?”

“Or, even better,” you added, placing a sensual kiss on her neck. “I could call you Mommy.”

“Oh my god,” Emily groaned, placing her hands on your waist, already breathing heavily.

“You like that?”

She nodded, moaning as you ran your tongue up her neck and landed at her mouth, kissing her deeply.

You made out with her there on the bed, high on the knowledge that you were getting her so riled up, your mouth roaming her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, and always, always her lips. You couldn’t get enough of her lips.

When you had her so desperate that her hips were pushing into you, you pulled away and leaned in to press your lips to her ear. “I need you, Mommy,” you whispered.

“Holy fucking shit,” Emily said breathily. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

You sat back and she shot forward, desperate to touch you. “I want you…” you started, smirking, laying back on the bed beside her as her chest heaved. She hung on your every word. It was intoxicating. “To ride my face.”

Emily looked like she might pass out, eyes glazed, breath heavy and desperate. “Are you serious?” she asked, panting.

You leaned up to tug down on the waistband of her sweats. “Please, Mommy,” you said, licking your lips.

Emily had never undressed faster. She crashed her lips into yours, chest pressed against you, your hands searching out her nipples to drive her even crazier. You were drunk on the power you had right now.

“You’re sure?” she confirmed again, sitting up as she straddled your waist.

You ran your thumb lightly over her clit and she shuddered. “I want to taste you.”

Emily shakily moved herself up to straddle your face and your stomach did flips. She was nearly dripping and, yet still, she held herself back from lowering onto you, as if she was scared she’d hurt you. Impatient to bury your face in her, you wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her down, moaning as her taste hit your tongue.

You were in heaven. It was rare for Emily to let herself go like this, to let you be in charge, to do what you told her to. But if the sounds she was making were any indication of how you were doing, you’d say you were doing very well.

She started slow, fighting against the urge to grind herself into you as hard as she could. She didn’t want to hurt you. She was afraid of herself, of her own strength, but more than that, of the strength of her desire.

But you used your nose to encourage her, dragging it back and forth along her clit as your tongue explored her entrance, lapping up every bit of her that she could give you. You felt lightheaded. Would you faint? Maybe. Would it be worth it? God, yes.

Her soft little grunts and groans came faster and faster as she thrust against your face, using the headboard to pull for even more friction. You reached a hand up to squeeze one of her breasts and she moaned.

You knew Emily. You knew what she felt like, what she sounded like. You knew the way her walls fluttered when she was about to go over the edge, and you could feel her getting close.

You hummed into her and she gasped. “Come on, Mommy,” you teased her, your voice vibrating into her. “Let it go. Come for me. Come on my face.”

And Emily lost it. She was usually quiet when she came, but not today. She whimpered and whined as she rode out her high, soaking your face and you drank up every last bit of her, lapping and lapping until she squirmed away. She collapsed at your side, heaving and flushed beet red from her face to her chest.

She giggled, grinning, as she tried to catch her breath. You kissed her cheek, feeling unreasonably proud of yourself. She turned to look at you and brushed your sticky hair out of your face.

“Jesus,” Emily chuckled. “You’re a mess.”

“Good?” you asked, raising your eyebrows and smirking. 

“Amazing,” she gushed. “Fuck.”

You kissed her again, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She curled around you, resting her head on your chest.

“Happy Not Mother’s Day, honey,” you said, kissing the top of her head.

“Happy Not Mother’s Day,” she whispered into your chest, placing a gentle hand on your baby bump.

[coichii]

FOR ALL THE YEARS I HAVE LOVED YOU - HAN

pairing - bf!han ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: fluff & suggestive (16+)

word count: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of food, 1 swear word, suggestive at the end

A/N : happy birthday hanji <3 we love and appreciate all the work you do for stays !

“Mhm five more minutes” he groans, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him. “You said that five minutes ago ji!”

You may be a tad bit annoyed but you can’t put up that face for long, not when he’s resting so cutely next to you. I mean, who are you to wake him up on his birthday?

Around five more minutes pass before you’re finally able to wake him up properly, Han slowly sitting up and stretching.

“Happy birthday baby” you say before leaning in to give him a kiss. He gladly accepts, grabbing the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You guys stay there for a while, no thoughts that aren’t of eachother are running through your minds. You almost forget that you have breakfast you had cooked earlier getting cold downstairs, too lost in the feeling of him.

You pull away, much to both of yours dismay. “Wow, happy birthday to me” he says, licking his lips slightly. You chuckle at this, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “I’m not done with your presents yet, lover boy” you mention before standing up and peeking under the bed.

Han tilts his head in confusion as you slowly grab a letter and a small box from underneath the bed. “Happy birthday love.” You smile, handing them both to him.

Han grabs the box, shooting you a shy smile as a silent thank you before open up the letter. He silently reads it, (much to your liking considering you would have literally exploded with embarrassment if he read it out loud) tearing up the longer he reads. A tear never drops, but you could tell he was close.

“Thank you so much baby, I love you so much” he’s saying before giving you another deep & passionate kiss. This one last just a little longer than your previous one did, your hearts connecting. You have to force yourself to pull away from him so he can see the other present you put together.

After he composes himself, he slowly opens the box. A small handmade scrapbook sits delicately inside, small assortments of paper that read “For all the years I have loved you” situated on top.

You smile sheepishly as he flips through the book, various candid photos, love letters, and messages showing up as he flips through the pages, not even noticing the few tears that actually do escape as he does so.

He finishes after a while, looking at you with the most intense grin you have ever seen on his face. He’s not saying anything before he’s smothering you in a hug, holding on to you tightly as if you could slip through his fingers at any moment.

When you pull away and look into his eyes, you could tell he dizzy with love. Only thoughts of you swirling around in his mind. “Seriously baby, this means so much to me. I love you so fucking much.”

All you could do is at him grin lovingly and give him one last peck on the lips. “Ok no more sweetalk! I have some food I made you down stairs, let’s go eat before it gets cold.” You say before standing up and grabbing his hand.

“Oh my god there’s literally no way this day could get any better” he replies, standing up alongside you.

You turn around at this, giggling with a sly smirk as you hover your lips right over his “I’m sure I have one more way of making this day even better.”

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[sturniololoco]

can you please do a younger sister fic where reader is in videos and gets a lot of hate comments?

Hate

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Hate, body shaming, eating disorder, crying, etc.

SLS/N’s POV

“Oh my gosh Chris! Stop! That’s so gross!” I yelled at my brother as he burped in my face.

He laughed in return, trying to shield himself from my solid punch in the arm.

“Alright guys! That has been today’s video, I hope you all enjoys having our special guest in our video today-“ Nick started to say, giving the video it’s usual outro.

I waved to the camera before turning back to Chris and continued beating him up. Matt laughed and joined in while Nick finished talking to the camera.

-

laying in the darkness of my room at 1:30 in the morning, I opens my lap top and went to my brothers YouTube channel.

The video from earlier already had 500k views. Getting happy, I scrolled through the comment section to see what people thought of the video.

Omg yay!

Ew why’d they bring her??

Oh my lord Matt and Chris are so hooooot!!!

wow what a fatty

worst special guest ever

boring next

3467 more ⬇️

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I slammed my lap top shut.

I scrambled to the bathroom, trying to forget the feeling of sadness and dread pool in my stomach.

But I was instantly reminded when I made eye contact with myself in the bathroom mirror.

Wow you really are huge, I thought as I turned to my side, examining myself.

I quickly ran to my bed, desperately trying to fall asleep and get the thoughts out of my head.

-

“Woah, you look rough.” Chris said as I walked into the living room, sitting in the couch and pulling out my phones.

I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged, trying to hide my face behind my hair.

“Hey, sis. I made you a bagel.” Nick said, walking into the living room, sitting next to me, and handing me a paper plate.

I took it and mumbled my thanks to him. My brothers dug into their breakfast, but I just looked at mine, not being able to bring myself to eat it.

Do you know how many calories is in cream cheese?!?

-

“Hey, you okay?” Matt asked me, seeing how I had only taken about 2 and a half bite of my bagel.

“What- oh yeah…I’m good.” I say, nodding my head, trying to sound convincing. He gives me a suspicious look but I quickly play it off.

“I’m not very hungry today, I had snuck early this morning before I went back to sleep.” I lied. Matt looked reassured though.

I only had to keep this up till I was skinny and perfect, shouldn’t be that hard.

The only problem would be keeping this from my brothers.

-

it been a week.

A very, very long week.

Keeping this secret from my brothers just kept getting harder and harder, but I was learning.

“SLS/N! Dinners ready!” Nick yelled up the stairs.

“I need to finish up my project, I’ll be down in a second!” I yelled back. It was a complete lie, I finished the project three days ago.

This excuse would usually work, and he’d save my dinner on a plate. I’d then take it up to my room, and throw it away.

I sat on my bed, computer out, acting like I was doing work.

-

“I need to go switch the laundry, I’ll be right back okay.” Matt said as I started to unpack my dinner about an hour later. I nodded and he went into the laundry room.

I had to be quick.

I chucked my plate up side down into the trash, then covered it with wet paper towels so Chris wouldn’t get suspicious when he took the trash out.

I heard Matt begin to walk upstairs, so this gave me even more time to finish the dishes and clean the kitchen.

-

“SLS/N! Come up here please!” I hear Matt call.

he didn’t sound happy thought. I quickly rush up the stairs and walk to my room.

I open my door to see Matt standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. Chris was sitting on my bed, leaning forward with his head in his hands. Nick was holding my trash can in his hands, looking at me with a scared look in his eyes.

I felt dread pool in the bottom of my stomach.

“SLS/N? When’s the last time you ate?” Matt asked slowly.

he looked up at me and I could see tears in the brims of his eyes.

Then I broke.

“I-I can’t do I-i’t!” I said, crumpling onto the floor in sobs.

Matt rushed to my side, kneeling in front of me. “Shh, it’s okay I’m right here.” He says, whispering sweet word in my ears as I calm down.

“SLS/N…What happened?” Chris asked when my breathing had gone back to normal.

I told them all about the hate comments on the video, how they made me feel, and how they hurt me.

“I just hate the way it made me feel. So I thought that I change, it would be easier.” I rambled, tears still flowing out of my eyes.

“SLS/N, starving yourself is not easier, I promise. You’re not perfect, nobody is, so we can’t always have least everyone. Next time we need you to talk to us.” Nick said, coming over to join us, sitting on the floor.

I nodded my head, my lip quivering, afraid if I said a word, the sobs would come back.

Chris came over, wrapping his arms around us all in a great hug.

“We’re always here for you sis, no matter what.” Chris whispered.

omg I’m so sorry if this was shitty. I think I wrote it 30 mins 😭 I promise better content will be coming starting Wednesday.

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[kissitbttr]

coming home to you is a bliss.

his heart is full of love, mind clouded with the image of your smile and eyes that he had longed for during his three months of deployment. keeping a small picture of you in his wallet didn’t do any justice, if anything it makes him miss you more.

simon reaches his arm to the other side of your bed just so he can pull you close to him. yet to his surprise, you aren’t there. his eyes snap wide open, sitting up straight with brows knitted in confusion. letting out a small groan before looking over his shoulder at the clock that reads ‘7.50 AM’

as he about to fall back in bed, he hears something from the kitchen. plates scrapping against the kitchen tiles, soft hums to a tune he’s familiar with along with the smell of eggs and bacon.

simon smiles. he gets up from the bed before putting on his grey sweatpants that’s discarded from the floor. his eyes searches for his t-shirt but make no luck. figures you have it on and that just makes his smile stretches even wider.

emerging from the room and stepping down the stairs, he finds your back facing him. just like he had thought. you’re wearing his big old t-shirt with nothing underneath. at least he hopes it’s nothing.

you aren’t aware of his presence just yet, keeping yourself busy with the eggs and singing softly along to tyla - girl next door.

he watches carefully for a while. soft love blooming inside of him. never thought he’d encounter something like this in his life. to have you. to love you. he’s not taking this one for granted.

with slow and silent steps, simon wraps your waist from behind making you jump in surprise.

“Si! holy shit you scared me” a yelp escapes from your mouth as he chuckles lowly. pulling your back closer to his his chest. nose buried on your neck to inhale that sweet scent of yours.

���morning, baby” his voice is low. heavy. mostly it’s because he had just woken from the deep slumber. something that you find extremely sexy. “making breakfast, i see.”

you hum, flipping the bacon on the pan as you feel his hands wander under the shirt. goosebumps rises against your skin as he gives your waist a light squeeze.

“figured you might be hungry after last night. because i am” you let out a giggle hearing him groan after. “you worn me out last night.”

he shakes his head in disagreement, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you, worn me out” he corrects, eyes focusing the way you cook. “was tough to keep up with you, love—jesus. has it been far too long or have you actually been doing that trick with your legs and ass a long time? because at this point I can’t remember”

you throw your head back in laughter at his comment. he sounds serious and not actually playing.

“guess the yoga class is paying off.” is the only thing you respond, earning a small slap on your butt. “there you go baby… eat up” you place the scrambled eggs and bacon on the plate yet he makes no effort to let go, only to pull your body closer to him.

your heart warms at that, hand coming down to squeeze his. “it’s going to get cold, si”

he growls, “let it” with one swift motion he turns you around, locking you with his bare body. your breath hitches at the sight of your beautiful man. soft pretty scars adorned his features. “i’m hungry for something else.”

with one hand, he lifts you up making you squeal in surprise and giggle. your bare legs wrapped around his hips as he carries you to the counter, the other hand pushing a few objects away from the table before dropping you on top.

“you just said I’ve worn you out last night” you playfully remark as he hooks his fingers underneath the waist band of your panties, pulling it down to remove it.

he shakes his head, crouching down slightly to kiss your anklet before putting both of your legs on his broad shoulders. his warm breath against your wet cunt is enough to make you shiver.

“don’t care” his tongue slowly laps around your clit making you moan. “missed your pussy too much darling”

-

wow would you look at that, ana. you little bitch getting rusty with writing smut now huh?? time to practice more

[chrisstopherfilmed]

🍒CAUGHT (part 3)🍒

NATE DOES x SLS (Sturniolo little sister) Y/N

A/n: finally posting the long awaited caught part 3 so sorry for the wait yall ik. I’ve been busy and had no ideas for this one at the start so it took me a bit, my bad. Anyways here it is. HOPE YOU LOVE IT‼️

Summary: After Chris, Matt, and Nick find out Nate and y/n their little sister have been dating for a while Nate and y/n get a little too comfortable around her older brothers. Secrets are found, drama is started. Will this be the end of Nate’s friendship with the triplets?

Warnings: suggestive (no actual p in v), fighting, cussing, yelling, dom!/nate sub!/reader, fingering/eating, teasing, I think that’s it idrk NOT PROOFREAD

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Y/n’s pov:

I wake up next to Nate from when he stayed the night before. Ever since my party my brothers have been very supportive of mine and Nate’s relationship. Still strict because all 3 of them were older than both of us, but supportive, Or atleast you thought they were,.

I try to crawl out of bed without waking Nate but I fail like always. “Nooo, come back princess” Nate says grabbing you by the waist pull you back into bed. You try to wiggle from his grip but also fail as his grip tightens. “Nate, baby I have to take a shower” you say turning over now to face him.

“Ok I’ll come with” he says jumping up and almost throwing himself out of the bed. “No nate, lay back down” you say patting the sheets next to you. “Ok fine, but you have to stay too. Just for a bit…. Please?” He says begging, his eyes fluttering. “Ok” you say rolling your eyes while smirking as he crawls back into bed, rapping his arms you again and pulling you impossibly closer.

Your nose hits his chest and squishes against it. “Natee” you whine and he pulls you even closer. “I can’t breath” you say laughing tapping his shoulder. “Ugh, I just can’t get enough of you” he says rubbing his hands up and down your body. “Please let me come with you” he says

“Where?” You say farrowing your eyebrows pretending I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Baby don’t act like you don’t want me in shower with you” he said pulling me back to look me in the eyes. We stare at each other for a bit before we lean in to kiss.

He kisses me hungrily, wanting more. He flips on his back and pulls me on top of him, holding me in place by my waist. I lean in to deepen the kiss. He pulls his hands down to my ass. Then the door opens and we both snap our heads to the door. 

“Ew” Matt says “Nick made breakfast, waffles and fruit” he says closing the door and walking away. You and Nate bust out laughing then get up to go get some food.

As we walk out of my room Im punched in the face by the smells of amazing food. “Wow it smells great” I say running to sit at the table, ushing (waving down) Nate to come sit next to me. Nate sits down next to you, Chris and Matt across from you and Nick making the plates for y’all. Nate rubbed your thigh as Nick brought the food to the table for you all to eat.

You helped Nick with the plates and cups, setting them down. “Thank you, this looks sooo good” you say smiling at Nick “yeah it’s smells good too” Nate chimes in after “yeah thanks bro” Chris said stuffing his face with waffles “Chris don’t talk when you have food in your mouth” Nick say hitting Chris in the back of the head “ew, yeah that’s gross” Matt said “Shut up” Chris say

AFTER BREAKFAST

Me and Nate went for a walk down to the lake, we always went there when we were together. It was our spot. There was a big tree and bushes surrounding it and the lake was in front of the tree, on the other side of the lake was the forest. We always went out there for alone time when my brothers were home.

We already had a basket of pillows and blankets by the tree since we went down there a lot. My brothers never really knew what we did down here, to be honest I don’t think they would want to know anyway. I tell my brothers that I’m going to the lake before walking out of the house and grabbing Nate’s hand pulling him down the hill.

As we approach the high tree with our basket of freshly cleaned and folded blankets and our arrangement of pillows we sit down. Nate grabs one big blanket and two small ones for us to snuggle up in. “I love being down here with you, watching the lake glisten and see your pretty face next to me. My two favorite things” Nate says pulling my head onto his chest.

“I love you too Nate” I say snuggling into him. We lay here in silence for a bit before he places his hand on my tight, running his hand over my legs. We are still quiet but I can feel the heat growing between my legs. I squeeze my legs together to relief some of my friction, Nate releases I’m doing this and looks down at me.

“What’s up baby?” He says acting clueless. It’s been a little bit since me and Nate have done anything because of the situation with my brothers. “What do you mean?” I say pretend nothing happened “baby I can feel you squeezing your legs, do you need me?” He says nonchalant acting like it’s a normal thing to say.

“Please” I say practically begging for him, anything of him, anything. “You don’t have to beg princess, you know I’ll always be ready for you” he says pulling you over his lap to straddle him. You instantly kiss him passionately. Wanting more, more than you can take.

He peppers the kisses from your lips to your cheeks, down to your jaw, then your neck. “Do you want this?” Nate asks teasing you “Nate don’t tease, just please” you say eyes fluttering from the warmth between your legs “you sure baby?” He say running his hands down to the inside of your thighs.

You moan softly begging for him, he was so close to where you needed him. He pulls his hands up and takes off your shirt, his following right after. You’re wearing a black Lacey bralette that goes around the back of your neck and the middle of your back and underwear that matched. You knew it was going to drive Nate crazy, so you wore it just for that.

“Fuck baby, I’m definitely not lasting long.” He says look at your chest, and bringing his hands down your body to pull your shorts down. He goes as slow as he can, peppering kisses here and there. “Nateee” you whine just wanting more, as the feeling between your legs almost hurts from the lack of friction.

“Ok ok” he says kissing your neck before moving your panties to the side. “Someone’s eager” he says laughing kinda. “Shut up, just please I can’t take it anymore” you say squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s ok baby” Nate says running his fingers through your folds finally

You moan from the sudden contact, making Nate react by dipping his middle finger inside you. “Fuck” you say in a broken moan. He goes slow at first to give you time but when you grab his arm and throw your head back he speeds up going faster. “Fuck fuck fuck fu-” you say in between your mildly loud moans “more” you say

At this, he adds his ring finger. Picking up the pace and repeatedly hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back so far you see stars. “Nate” you moan “I’m gonna cum“ you say in a moan “let it out baby, cum all over my finger, I know you can do it” he says. That’s all you need for that knot in your stomach to snap, your cum dripping down his fingers.

He slowly pulls his fingers out, considering you’re sensitive. You watch as he puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks off all your cum till theres not one drop left. “You happy now?” Nate says kissing your lips “very” you whisper. You get your clothes on and Nate cleans everything up. You and Nate walk back to the house and go inside.

Your brothers are sitting on the couch talking as you all walk towards the living room. Once you enter they all go silent. There’s a lot of tension and awkward silence before Matt breaks it “y/n? Can you please go to your room for a moment?” Matt asks calmly “why?” You say “we need to talk to Nate” nick says.

Chris doesn’t say a word but he looks PISSED and you don’t wanna find out why he looks like that so you let go of Nate’s hand and just go your room. You make it all the way up the stairs and into your room before you hear your brothers talking.

“WHAT THE FUCK NATE” Chris says yelling. After that all you could hear was little mumbles here and there. You remember there’s a vent in your room that connects to the living room. You run over to it and put you ear up to it. “We saw you guys” Chris says, his voice angrily sounding “Nate I get you and her are dating but you can’t do that shit. She just turned 18 and you’re only the second boyfriend she’s ever had.” Nick says in a stern tone.

Technically Nate was the first real boyfriend I’ve had since the other one was in 7th grade and nothing ever happened, we didn’t even talk that much. “Nate, you can’t and won’t do that again” Chris says, gets up and walks away. You can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, so you jump up and sit on your bed.

Chris opens your door, comes in your room and closes it. “Y/n, I need you to listen to me” Chris says aggravated. “Ok?” You say “you aren’t going to do that stuff with Nate anymore. Not in the house, in his house, outside this house, not anywhere, ever.” He says very sternly. “He’s my boyfriend. Chris you can’t decide what I do” you say crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Fine then, if you don’t wanna listen he won’t be your boyfriend anymore” he says shrugging his shoulders “what?” You say fear in your voice. “He. Won’t. Be. Your. Boyfriend.” He says slower, starting to leave your room. You get up and follow him. “Chris you can’t do that, that’s not fair” you say running down the stairs after him

“I DONT CARE, YOU CHOSE TO LIVE WITH US, YOU CHOSE TO FOLLOW OUR RULES. IF YOU DONT WANNA FOLLOW THEM, THEN GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HOUSE” he screams in your face “NO” you scream back tears in your eyes. “Then you’re going to follow my fucking rules.” He says turning back around walking into the living

“Chris please stop, don’t do this” you say running after him in tears. As you and Chris enter the living room Nick, Matt, and Nate are sitting on the couch awkwardly. Nate immediately stands up when he see you crying, and try’s to get to you. Nick puts his hands on his head and Matt just looks down at his feet.

Chris moves in between you and Nate as Nate walks over to you “Nate I think it’s time for you to go” Chris says point to the door. “What?” Nate says. “It’s time for you to go, and don’t talk to y/n again!” Chris says grabbing Nate’s arm and dragging him to the door. You follow them to the door. Chris pushes Nate outside the door and Nate turns around to face inside the house. “What did I do wrong?” Nate says concern on his face.

“I’m sorry” you whisper to Nate tears still streaming down your face before Chris slams the door in Nate’s face and walks back into the living room. “I HATE YOU” you scream at Chris, running upstairs to your room and slamming your door shut and locking it “DONT FUCKING SLAM OUR DAMN DOORS” you hear Chris scream up to you.

30 MINUTES LATER

It was already dark outside and you were still crying. You couldn’t believe Chris just broke up you and Nate? All because you were being intimate? When Matt had his girlfriend over before the broke up they would do worse things then what you and Nate did. So why was Chris so mad?

You’ve cried so much eventually you just fall asleep. As your eyes close all you can think about is Nate. You pretend his still next to you, holding you, kissing you, cuddling with you. And with that you finally fall asleep.

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A/n: HOPE YALL ENJOYED, sorry for the sad ending Also sorry this took so long, I’ve been superrrrrr busy but here it is 💖

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[allllium]

Cuddles

~ Ahhh I finally wrote something!! It's really short but I love it, it's so soft and cute

~ Fluff, WC: 673

~ Tired Matt coming home from patrol ~

“Matt, is that you?” You call from the bedroom as a loud bang brings your attention to the living room. You slowly climb out of bed and head toward the source of noise. Your boyfriend Matt is standing in the living room, still in his Daredevil suit.

“Hi, honey.” He quietly lets out, showing no intention of moving.

“Are you okay?” You keep your distance as you check on him. If something serious happened on his patrol, moving too close might worsen him.

“I’m alright, baby, just a long night.” After a moment, he finally moves across the room to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh softly in his hold, relief flooding your body as you see he’s not injured. 

“How about I warm you up some food so we can go to bed?” You don’t get a verbal response from the devil clade man. Instead, you get an annoyed grunt as you pull out of his arms. “We can cuddle in bed, but first, you need to eat and change into something more comfortable.”

“Hm, can we cuddle while I eat too?” When you turn from your position in the kitchen, you can see he's taken his helmet off, leaving his face bare to you.

“We can cuddle whenever you’d like, baby.” A gentle smile lies across your face as you look at Matt standing before you. 

While Matt decides to take a quick shower, you head back to the kitchen to warm up some food. Dating Matt can often be scary and stressful, but moments like this make it worth it. After a few minutes of humming to yourself in the kitchen while you wait for Matt, arms suddenly wrap around your waist, making you jump slightly. 

“Shit.” You let out, not having heard the shower stop. “Don’t laugh at me. Not all of us have some super sensitive senses.” He continues chuckling behind you, clearly amused by your freight.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He makes no move to let go of you, only pushing his body closer to yours. 

You turn around in his hold, holding out a plate of now-warmed food. “Eat.”

“Y’know, I seem to remember you promising cuddles.” He takes his plate from your hands with fake annoyance.

“I seem to remember you agreeing to eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast, and don't even try to lie about lunch. Foggy already told me you didn't have anything.” You lift your hand to his face to brush back a loose strand of damp hair.

“Wasn't hungry,” Matt mutters, dragging you towards the bedroom. He glances towards the spot next to him as he sits on the bed. “Lie down.”

You giggle quietly at his clingy nature. He’s often like this when he comes home from his patrol, needing to be next to you every moment. It's adorable. “Wow, you’re impatient tonight.”

“Hm” Is his only response. When you climb into bed next to him, he immediately pulls you into his arms, setting you against his chest while he eats his food. “You didn’t have to wait for me, baby. You should've gone to bed.”

“I like waiting for you. I like making sure you get home safe, plus the bed is always freezing when you're not here.” You burrow more against him after he leans over to place the empty plate on the nightstand. 

“Ah yes, what would you do without your walking furnace?” He laughs, but it’s true. His apartment is always cold. Sometimes, you think he does it purposely, so you’ll use him as your source of warmth.

“Let’s go to sleep, Matty. I can see how tired you are.” 

“Sounds good,” his words come out as half yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” You lean up to give him a soft kiss before lying down against him, more than ready for sleep. Matt practically falls asleep in seconds, but you stay awake for a few minutes longer, simply enjoying the quiet moment and the man with his arms wrapped around you.

[h-33-s-3-ung]

Adventure in the fitting rooms

Jay smut MDNI

Synopsis: it’s your birthday so your boyfriend takes you to your favorite boutique and is willing to buy you everything but he has something else planned.

Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk. (Lmk if something is missing)

Word count: ≈2200

"Good morning princess"

That was the first thing you heard the second you woke up. Jay, your boyfriend of now 2 years was sitting next to you in bed patiently waiting for your slumber to be over.

"Guess what day it is today" Jay asked with a slight smirk on his face.

You were still half asleep so the only thing you could respond was:

"It’s Saturday?"

"Awn are you still sleepy? It’s your birthday today! Did you forget?"

Your eyes grew wide as you realized you had forgotten your own birthday. Yet, you were happy that your sweet boyfriend remembered it.

"I have a surprise for you, come with me." Jay said making a follow me gesture with his hand.

You rubbed your eyes as you walked out of your room.

"TA-DA" Jay exclaimed making you jump slightly.

Jay has prepared a giant breakfast just for you with everything you loved. There were pancakes covered in maple syrup and whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, bacon, sausage and of course an iced coffee.

You were now fully awake and jumping from joy.

"OMG Jay you did all this by yourself? It looks so good!" You said, your mouth watering intensely as you sat down in front of the giant plate.

"Dig in!" He responded sitting to your left.

Without waisting a single second, you took your knife and fork and quickly cut out a piece of pancake. Making sure you got all the toppings and fruits in your bite and your shoved it in your mouth. Your eyes closed and your body went limp for a few seconds as you were tasting all your favorite things all at once.

"It’s good?" Jay asked curiously.

"Words can’t even describe the taste, it’s just magical" you responded mouth still full.

Jay found you funny and adorable eating like a little kid, mouth covered and dancing at the good flavour.

"Can I get a bite?" Your boyfriend asked in a cute tone.

You prepared a piece with once again all the toppings and brought it close to his mouth before stopping suddenly.

"What…" your boyfriend asked confused at your sudden action.

"Airplane!" You simply responded. "Whrrrrriiiiii!" You imitated the sound of an airplane while moving the fork closer to your boyfriends mouth. He sight but opened his mouth cutely. You were dying of laughter at your boyfriend’s reaction and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

You were done with your plate shortly after and thanked your boyfriend for making such an amazing breakfast.

"Wait, I have one more surprise for you…" He responded mysteriously.

He gave you a small envelope with your name written on it and a heart in the top right corner. You thought it would just be an ordinary card like the previous ones, describing his endless love for you. But there was more than just a cute message inside.

"You’re not serious, are you?" You asked your mouth hanging open.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a sweet look. Inside the card was a 1500$ gift card to your favorite luxury boutique. You couldn’t hide your excitement anymore and jumped in his arms kissing him all over his face thanking him over and over again.

"Can we go now Jay, pretty please?" You asked in a cute tone.

"Of course darling. Go get ready and we can go." He replied still smiling.

You gave him one last kiss before going to the bathroom to do your makeup and put on a cute dress.

20 minutes later

"Okay I’m ready!" You exclaimed from behind the couch where your beautiful boyfriend was sitting. He got up, turned around, and froze.

"Wow! How do you look so pretty?" He said in admiration.

You were wearing a black dress and a red corset that accentuated your beautiful curves.

"Thank you baby." You shyly responded.

"Okay let’s go before I change my mind for some dirty stuff." Jay said grabbing your hand and walking out the door.

The car ride there was about 15 minutes and you were blasting his group’s last album, dark blood, the whole time. Jay glanced at you laughing at your cuteness a few times. He could watch you dance to their songs for hours and never get tired, but he was driving so he sadly has to pay attention.

"Alright we’re here. You can get anything you want but one condition." He said.

"What is it?" You asked confused.

"You let me pick a lingerie set for you and you must try it on in front of me, got it?" He said seriously, holding your chin.

You were practically drooling at the idea and all you could respond was "okay"

“Let’s go!" He said, his expression immediately changing to his usual soft and cute expression whenever he’s out with you.

You opened the door and was immediately greeted by the employee there, she knew you and your boyfriend very well. Not only because she was a big fan of Enhypen but also because over the time. She had become your friend since you were so kind to everyone. You hugged her immediately as a greeting.

"Are you guys looking for anything?" She kindly asked

Jay got down to your level and whispered in your ear "go check out the clothes and shoes, I will check the lingerie okay?" You nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before making your way to the shoe section first.

"I’m looking for some lingerie for my girlfriend. It’ her birthday today." He told her proudly.

"Oh I see. Follow me I’ll show you what I think will suit her best." She responded kindly.

•

You arrived in the shoe section and immediately spotted a pair you had been wanting for years. Some black heels with a small platform at the front and some pearls around the opening where your foot goes. You immediately checked if there was your size in stock and lucky for you, there was a pair. You tried them on and they were absolutely perfect. No second thought. You had to get them. Plus they were on sale at 350$ instead of 600$. "What a steal" you thought to yourself.

Happy, you made your way to the dress section. Wandering around trying to spot something you liked. Bingo! There it was. The dress you showed jay a few weeks ago. It was exactly your style. Black and white with lace on the top and on the border of the skirt. You looked for your size and, it was definitely your lucky day today, because there was one last dress in your size. It was 250$. Luckily your boyfriend had given you this gift card otherwise you could never afford these on your own.

"Y/N, Baby! I found something!" You heard your boyfriend say from a far.

You quickly made your way towards the direction of his voice and found him next to a fitting room with a lingerie set in his hands.

"Milady." He said bowing down like a prince.

Thank you good sir. Would you like to join me perhaps?" You said elegantly.

"Hell yeah." He said, breaking character suddenly.

"Look at what I found!" You said happily as you showed him your dress and shoes.

"Wow they are so beautiful. How much were they?" He asked.

"600$ together, 350 for the shoes and 250 for the dress." You responded.

"Can I see the shoes on?" He asked

You put them on and posed like a mannequin happily.

"They were made for you. It makes you taller!" He said laughing.

"Oh shut up." You replied also laughing.

"Okay the dress now and keep the shoes." He said.

You did as he said, asking him to turn around so that it would be a surprise.

"Okay, look!" You said. Tapping your feet in excitement as he did.

"OH MY- Damn baby." He said admiring your curves accentuated by the expensive dress.

"What do you think?" You asked seductively yet cutely.

"I think it’s making me hard. Look." He pointed down to his pants where you could see a tent forming.

"Do I look this good?" You asked him bending down to show your cleavage a little more.

"If only you could see what I’m seeing." He said almost drooling.

You blushed and started kissing him.

"Wait, I have an idea. Take the dress off, keep the shoes, and put on this lingerie set I chose for you." He got closer to your ear and continued "Then, if you agree, we can have a little session here."

"What if she catches us?" You said, talking about the employee that is also your friend.

"That’s what’s so exciting about it. Last time, when we fucked at the dorm and you heard Heeseung approaching the room and calling my name, I felt you tighten around me. I know you like the idea of doing it when other’s are around. Plus, you can muffle your moans in your dress." He explained.

He wasn’t wrong. So, you quickly took the dress off and changed into the lingerie Jay had chosen for you. He was touching his erection over his pants as he watched you change, making you wet.

"How do I look?" You asked giving him a twirl.

"Delicious." He simply replied pulling his dick out of his pants.

"That looks delicious too." You replied. "Can I suck it?" You asked.

"No. It’s your birthday. I just want to make you feel good and not slow things down." He said looking at you with siren eyes.

He pulled you in closer by the waist and kissed your lips and your neck before turning you around so you were facing the mirror.

"I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. Okay?" He said.

You simply nodded in response. He then pushed the underwear part of your matching lace set to the side before inserting his long and thick cock inside. His hand was on your mouth as he knew you wouldn’t be able to contain your moans. You saw as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes rolling at the back of your head. What a sight for your boyfriend who’s eyebrows did the same as yours and his mouth hung opened from the sensation.

"You feel so good baby" you whimpered softly.

"Oh yeah? You like it? You like it when I fuck your tiny pussy in public? Huh?"

You only moaned in response. Luckily the music in this store was a little bit loud so your sinful noises were hidden by it.

Jay picked up the pace as he felt you tighten around his length in response to his dirty talk.

"You’re gonna cum already? You’re gonna make a mess on the floor for me princess?" He said in a deep voice next to your ear.

"Yes." You managed to moan softly in response. As you came all over his dick and leaked a little on the floor and your brand new expensive set.

"I’m gonna cum. Wanna suck me off now?" He asked out of breath.

You got on your knees and wrapped your mouth around him just in time as he came almost instantly. You hummed at his taste as he moaned softly, from the intense orgasm.

"Let’s clean you and the floor up so we won’t be suspicious." He proposed.

You took a few tissues out of your purse and wiped the floor first then your folds.

"Wait, the lingerie is all wet. I can’t take it off and show her." You said concerned.

"No problem, here" He said removing the tag. "I’ll give her the tag and explain you wanted to keep it on, okay?"

"You’re so smart MR Park." You said giving him a hug.

Jay got out of the fitting room with all your new purchases, you, on the other hand, stayed inside to get dressed.

•

"Here, I’ll pay for it while she get’s dressed." He explained to the employee.

"No problem. Everything fitted?" She asked.

"Perfectly. Oh and she kept the lingerie set on since she loved it so much but here’s the tag." He explained

"Oh no problem at all." She said innocently, not knowing the real reason behind it.

You came out of the fitting room soon after as if nothing happened.

"There you go. I wish you both an amazing day and a happy birthday to you y/n." She said smiling brightly.

"Thank you so much. See you next time!" Your boyfriend responded.

"Bye! Have an amazing day!" You responded giving her a warm hug and waving goodbye.

"We’ll that was hot." You told your boyfriend as you walked back to your car.

"Happy birthday princess. We should do this every year." He responded.

"Sure." You replied hugging his arm as you continued your short walk.

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There is the story for jay! Hope you like it. I’m quite proud of this one to be honest. I’ll try my best to keep writing stories. If you have any suggestions for the other members, let me know! Love you.❤️

[rezwrites]

Drunk Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Summary: Wanda takes care of you after you drink too much.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pills(painkillers) vomiting, fluff, lots of kisses

Masterlist

Your coworker invited you to the local bar for their birthday party. What was only supposed to be two hours, one drink max turned into four hours and you babbling incoherently the whole ride home.

Getting a call late past midnight about how her wife is drunk, all Wanda could do was sigh. She wasn’t really worried since she knew you had friends with you, but she was concerned about how she could hear you on the other end of the line, singing loudly in the background.

Wanda shook her head when she saw you stumble out of the car. Rushing over to you before you could face-plant onto the front lawn. Absolute awe crossed your face when you laid eyes on Wanda. Her viridescent eyes full of care as she fussed over you. You hadn’t even realized you were babbling until Wanda was chuckling, the only things she could make out was “beautiful goddess” and “partner must be lucky”

“Honey, I’m your wife,” she laughed at the shock on your face. Wanda thanked your friends for taking care of you, while you just kept mumbling “you’re my wife” all the way to the door step.

The bed springs creaked as you crashed on your side. “Spinning. Room spinning,” groaning as you hung your arms over your eyes, head pounding. Keeling over the edge of the bed you grabbed the trash can on the floor, heaving up everything you’ve had. Eyes watering as you tried to sit up.

“Come here, baby. You need to eat,” Guiding you lean on her shoulder as she fed you a banana piece by piece. Accompanying you to the bathroom she help you brush your teeth and get ready for bed, having you down half a glass of water before laying you back down. After dimming the lights she laid next you rubbing circles on your stomach, keeping an eye on you until you fell asleep.

———

The morning sunlight in your eyes felt like it was splitting your head open. Quickly closing them you turned over, feeling Wanda’s side had gone cold. Frowning, you slowly sat up, gently crawling out of bed, before slowly opening your eyes again. You took your time brushing your teeth since you left the lights off. Head pounding every step down the stairs, no matter how gently you walked, the sizzling sound of bacon getting louder, reverberating around your skull. The delicious smell of breakfast made your stomach rumble, alerting Wanda to your presence.

“Your medicine is right there,” she nodded over her shoulder towards the two small pills on the table next to a glass of water. Sauntering over to her you wrapped your arms around her pressing your face into her hair, “-m sorry. I know my limit now.”

“All that matters is that you’re home safe,” moving the skillet on the back burner before turning around, softly kissing you. Smiling into the kiss you pulled her closer by her waist. She kissed you once more before pulling away, “Now go take your medicine.”

Taking your medicine you sat down, watching wanda finish up breakfast. Eyes falling to the plate when she placed it in front of you, your heart melted as you tried holding back your tears. Wanda had made heart-shaped pancakes with bacon. Hugging her waist, “How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Not luck,” She bent down to kiss your forehead, lifting your head up gazing deeply into your eyes, “Love.”

“Wow. Cheesy,” you teased as you pecked her lips, “I love you, Wanda.”

A huge smile lit up her face as she laughed, “I love you too, baby.”

[ladelinee]

Authors note: Wow, I had so much fun writing this part! I'm excited for you to read part 7 and see why. I know things are taking a wild turn, but I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Word count: 3K

Warnings: +18, fluff, pills, 🩸, angst.

All shook up

Part 6

I slowly opened my eyes to a ray of sunshine that was tickling my face. As I tried to focus, I felt like my head was spinning and my vision was blurry. My mouth was dry, and my head was pounding. Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious furniture around me. The view from high above was breathtaking, and the room was infused with the unmistakable essence of Elvis.

How did I end up here? I couldn't recall anything from last night, except for our little mishap under the table.

"Sleep well, honey?" Elvis whispered in his deep, sweet voice, catching me off guard but instantly making me feel safe.

Struggling to open my eyes against the intrusive sunlight, I felt its rays disturbing my senses. Elvis noticed and his soft laugh reached my ears, adding a touch of warmth to the moment.

“I see that my baby's got herself a bit of a hangover this morning, ain't she?” Elvis chuckled, finding my hangover state hilarious.

"Was the champagne a bit too much for ya?" He pulled me closer to his chest and held me tightly, gently rubbing my back to comfort me.

Finally, I was able to open my eyes again, my gaze drawn to his tanned bare chest. Leading up to his perfectly shaved neck. I could barely make out the slow churning of his pulse in one of his arteries. His piercing blue eyes, tinged with a hint of black in their surrounding, were locked firmly onto me. His messy yet lovely hair was the perfect frame for his lips, which curved into a smirk baring just a glimpse of his perfection.

It took me a few seconds to process his words. “Oh Elvis, I’m going to kill you!” I whined, pulling the blanket over myself for cover. The reason for my sorry state? Elvis had insisted on me drinking last night, and now I was paying the price.

Elvis burst out laughing at my reaction. He gently pulled the blanket and hid with me underneath, keeping me company.

He chuckled and teased me, "Oh, am I in trouble?" He continued to draw closer, showering my face with kisses and making my hangover a little more bearable.

I smiled at his goofiness. "It's just... my head is spinning" I replied as Elvis deliberately peppered my face with kisses. The more I smiled, the more he showered me with affection.

"Well, ain't you just the cutest thing when you're all grumpy and hungover, darlin'? I'll fetch ya some water and painkillers, alright?” He kissed me tightly on the lips before gently moving the blanket and getting up to bring the pills.

A few seconds later, Elvis returned, clad in nothing but boxers, carrying a glass of water, painkillers, and a hefty tray of eggs, bacon, and toast. Placing the tray on the bedside table, he handed me the glass of water and the pills.

Sitting down beside me, he grinned and said, "Open wide, baby, and drink the water, alright?" He then proceeded to feed me the pills one by one. “There you go, this will make you feel better”

Leaning forward on the bed, I opened my mouth and took the pills. But when I noticed the breakfast, panic set in. "Oh no... Elvis, the breakfast. Has in-room dining been here?"

Elvis chuckled, understanding my unnecessary concern. "Darlin’, there's this thing called 'do not disturb'. C’mon baby, let's eat" he said with a smirk.

"God, you are right," I sighed relieved, still groggy from sleep. I grabbed a strip of bacon and began to chew it slowly, my mind gradually coming alive. Glancing at the plate, I realized there was far too much food —We wouldn't be able to finish it all, even if it were meant for two.

Elvis watched me with a grin, amused by the look of wonderment on my face as I chowed down. Leaning in close, he drawled, "Well now, darlin', I reckon I could scarf down all this food and still save some room for dessert."

His unexpected words caused me to almost choke and my cheeks to flush. Elvis laughed and gently patted my back to soothe me.

Elvis playfully snagged a piece of bacon from my mouth, munching on it before remarking, "Mm, the bacon tastes even better in your mouth," while he wiped bits of bacon from my lips with a napkin.

Then, with a playful grin, he added, "Ya know I could help ya with that little messy problem of yours, right?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.

As I stood there, I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. I was completely speechless, so I quickly grabbed a piece of toast to distract myself.

Elvis ran his fingers along my thigh as he spoke in a deep voice, "I still remember last night, ya know..."

“What happened last night? I can barely remember anything. How did I end up here? Did anyone notice?” I asked as I was starting to get worried.

"Well, after a mighty fine encounter with a tiger while I was playin' poker, ya know," Elvis chuckled as he cut some of the hard-fried eggs on the plate with the side of a fork.

"I... I know," I answered, cutting him off straightaway as I blushed.

"The little tiger passed out. So I got a tad bit panicked. Had to tell Joe to figure out how to get you outta there without raisin' any eyebrows. It's mighty easy when you got the right fellas who're used to sneakin' you outta the buildin' after every show..." he paused, taking a bite of his food.

"...So we worked a bit of magic—turned off the lights, and after turnin' them on, I started singin' and spillin' some of my secrets, and meanwhile, Joe and Red whisked you away straight to here. And then I came to look after ya." Elvis finished the sentence looking at me with his cheeks full of food.

“Wow, nice strategy. Now I’m just embarrassed that Joe eventually had to know I was under the table” I replied.

“Don’t ya worry, honey. And I ain’t forgettin’ to get my revenge for you bein’ such a naughty little girl last night,” Elvis said, looking at me, savoring his words as he spoke, while giving me a playful wink.

I opened my eyes wide and took a deep gulp. Having sex with Elvis just once felt like a drug to me, even though our encounter that day was brief. I can't even imagine what it would be like if we had all night for this.

Elvis, enjoying seeing me squirm, leaned in close and drawled, "Not right now anyway, darlin'. I wanna make sure you're fine and rested.” Then, he leaned in even closer and gently pulled my hair back behind my ears.“But rest assured, miss, you'll pay for your sins."

At that moment, I bit my lip, consumed by a strong desire for Elvis. Gently, I ran my hand along the side of his face and engaged in a passionate kiss. As I pulled away, I observed Elvis inhaling sharply with his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. “I’m off today and tomorrow. I have no work commitments,” I whispered, still holding his face. Elvis exhaled and opened his eyes and responded with a wide smile.

After a moment he took my hand and said “Well now, this might come off a mite formal-like, but how ‘bout you and I go on a date? Jus’ the two of us,” he said while kissing my hand with every word “No fuss,- no muss. -No press, -no company, -nothin’ but us, -relishin’ each other’s company” With a playful tone and a hint of baby talk, he looked back at me and sweetly murmured "Pwease?"

"Our first date... absolutely!" I exclaimed, hugging Elvis tightly, so thrilled that all the toasts ended up tumbling to the floor.

Elvis burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Easy there, tiger!" as he squeezed me even tighter. "Yes, our first date. How about you head home, freshen up, and I'll swing by to pick you up around 8 pm?“

Filled with excitement, I sprang out of bed, glanced at the time, and quickly got myself ready. My mind raced with thoughts of how to slip out of the hotel without attracting any attention.

Elvis set the food aside and grabbed the phone off the side table. “I’ll ring up Joe, he’ll swing by and give ya a lift home. But if ya ain’t too sure, darlin’, I can take ya out shoppin’, grab whatever ya fancy,”

I took a brief pause before reassuringly stating, "I can go alone, I'll manage just fine. I'll take the emergency stairs to the parking lot. Piece of cake."

As I headed towards the door, Elvis walked beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder, offering silent support. With a soft, affectionate tone, he leaned in, his eyes conveying both care and concern. "Alright, darlin’," he said tenderly, "take care now, please. And remember, if ya don’t feel safe, come back here." He kissed me with tenderness and warmth, his lips slowly melting into mine.

Stepping cautiously into the hallway, I watched as Elvis closed the door behind me with deliberate slowness. My heart raced as I scanned the corridor, realizing there was only one stretch where I risked being spotted—a narrow "L" shaped path leading to the emergency staircase.

With a quick check for any passersby, I braced myself to sprint towards the stairwell. But just as I neared my escape route, I rounded the corner and came face to face with Colonel Tom Parker and Mark, my boss.

The Colonel's disapproving stare met my boss's astonished expression, and I knew trouble was brewing.

"What in tarnation are you doing here? Working extra hours on your day off?" Mark's hostile tone sliced through the air, adding to my mounting nerves.

Trying to steady my trembling hand, I managed to stammer, "Uh, yeah. Just tying up loose ends before taking some time off."

Mark's demand cut through the tension like a knife. "Tying up loose ends huh…I need you to come with me. Right now!"

Almost having a panic attack, I followed Mark, scared stiff, thinking we were heading to his office. But we ended up at my workspace, which shocked me. I feared they knew something was up and were about to fire me.

"Where were you last night? You vanished from the party," Mark demanded, his tone sharp and accusatory, drawing the attention of nearby employees who exchanged hushed whispers as they cast glances my way.

"I wasn't feeling well. I'm sorry," I responded nervously, my gaze darting around the room, acutely aware of the growing scrutiny from my colleagues.

As we approached my office, Mark called out, "Are you sorry? Well, check this out!"

My stomach churned as I saw police tape blocking the door. Inside, cops were everywhere, jotting notes and taking pictures.

As I inched closer, my eyes fell upon a housekeeping girl sprawled on the floor. She lay upside down, her hands clasped tightly, and a pool of blood seeping beneath her. The sight froze me in place, a wave of shock crashing over me. Instinctively, I brought a trembling hand to my mouth, stifling the urge to scream aloud as a surge of horror coursed through my veins.

Mark firmly took hold of my arm, leading me to a secluded corner.

“Please stay calm. Yes, she was murdered last night. The cops asked about your whereabouts last night. I informed them that you were working at the party, under my supervision. But I need to know the truth. Where the hell were you really last night?” He insisted.

Struggling to control my breathing, I began to hyperventilate. Between tearful sobs, I pleaded, “I… I don’t remember, Mark. I can only repeat what I’ve been told. But please, you have to believe me. I didn’t do it.”

Mark's demeanor shifted, his expression grave as he spoke, "I believe you're an exceptional professional, and I don't think you're capable of harming anyone. However, the young woman was shot, and it seems to have been done with Mr. Presley's gun, which was found in your office. The bullets match those recovered backstage on the day of the earthquake. They're conducting tests, but you're the primary suspect."

His words shattered me, and through tears, I confessed, "Mark, I was with Elvis last night. I stayed with him the whole time. I swear nothing happened. He was just taking care of me because I was really sick."

His demeanor turned serious as soon as I mentioned it. "You understand the implications of this, don't you? Go home. We'll discuss this when you return to work, assuming you're not arrested first. I need time to think and make a decision." He paused, disappointment evident in his voice. "I never imagined you'd let me down like this."

Feeling a mix of shock and anxiety, I struggled to hold myself together as I made my way towards the hotel exit. Just as I reached for the elevator door, Mark's voice pierced through the turmoil.

"Oh, and I recommend you to get a good lawyer," he advised, his words adding another layer of concern to an already overwhelming situation.

When I got home, I collapsed onto the bed, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening. It felt like my whole future had been destroyed overnight, and I hadn't even done anything wrong. But those gaps in my memory from last night were eating away at me—it could be crucial.

I couldn't shake the image of the girl on the floor of my office from my mind. The internal struggle was overwhelming, like my head was about to explode.

How could that gun end up in my office? Hasn't Elvis noticed it's missing? Or could it have been me who took it last night? There must be someone else who was working with that girl last night, but who?

As I pondered over these thoughts, the sudden ringing of the phone made my heart race. I feared they may have found something to incriminate me further.

I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush of air fill my lungs as I reached for the phone. With a steady hand, I lifted the receiver to my ear, eager to discover who was on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” My voice was a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"It’s me, darlin’. Elvis." He said with a slightly husky voice.

“Oh Thank god, Elvis. Thank you for calling me, I… I am shattered,” I sobbed, my voice choked with tears, my hand trembling as I held the phone.

“Maybe this ain’t the right moment, but we gotta have a talk,” Elvis stated in a serious tone, his voice steady but with an underlying tension.

“If you want, we could meet up earlier than planned today. I really need you.” I suggested.

“No darlin’, I ain’t comin’ over. The Colonel spilled the beans on what went down.”

My heart stopped. Who knows what The Colonel had told him? “Elvis, please, you know me perfectly well! Last night, you told me that Joe and Red took me out from the party and brought me to your penthouse.”

“Oh, I know, but I reckon you mighta headed to your office after Joe and Red took ya back,” Elvis uttered, his tone uncertain, his breath audibly shaky on the line.

My body began to shake when I heard Elvis' words, "You told me I passed out! It's impossible."

“The truth is, I can’t risk hangin’ ‘round if there’s any chance you’re tangled up in this mess. And I’ll be the one dealin’ with the press as the girl was killed with my gun,” he said, straight to the point, cold as ice, his words echoing with finality.

“But… but…”

“Sorry, darlin’, but I think we need to end things. It’s just not safe for me to be with ya anymore.” Elvis continued.

“But… I thought I was important to you, you took care of me. What do I mean to you then?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and disbelief.

“A one-night stand, I guess,” Elvis replied heartlessly, with every word I felt like he was stabbing me, his tone devoid of any warmth or emotion.

“I don’t believe you. It can’t be…” My breathing became heavy again and I felt pain in my heart, my words faltering as tears streamed down my face.

“Not to mention darlin’, you knew I was a married man this whole time anyway,” Elvis added, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness, his words a cruel reminder of the reality of our situation.

“Please don’t…” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart breaking with each passing moment.

“Take care of yourself, honey. Please.” Elvis said without hesitation, his tone hollow and distant, his words devoid of any genuine concern or affection.

“Elvis, please don’t leave me.” I couldn’t believe what was happening; the phone itself was getting all damp due to my tears, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I clutched it desperately.

“And one last thing. Please, don’t contact me.”

Then, I heard the continuation of the line, which meant that he had abruptly ended the call. The silence stretched like a bottomless abyss, breaking my heart into limitless pieces.

“Bravo, amazing performance!” Angelica’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she began mockingly applauding while holding firmly a gun in her hand and pointing at Alex.

Alex, his hand trembling, kept it on the phone he had just hung up, his face drained of color. Forced to mimic Elvis to betray his closest friend, knowing it would shatter her heart and likely lead to her being fired or even imprisoned.

“You’ve won yourself two jackpots, dear. One, you get to keep your job. And two, you get to keep your life,” she announced with a twisted sense of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with malice as she wielded the gun, her grip tightening with each word.

But just as the tension reached its peak, A sweet, melodic voice cut through the air, bringing with it an aura of authority and grace.

“You’ve done exceptionally well, Angelica. Thank you,” the voice interjected from behind Alex and Angelica. Angelica turned to see a figure standing there, her presence commanding yet calming. A satisfied smile curled Angelica's lips as she acknowledged the woman.

It was Priscilla Presley.

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Part 7!

[buggy-samaaa]

Caught, part 8

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Word count: 525

Content: NSFW — mdni, gender neutral reader, no y/n, second person POV, voyeurism, anal, masturbation, misuse of devil’s fruit powers, man musk, pillow humping, auralism

Tag list: @hey-august, @bbnbhm

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You were sitting in the galley eating breakfast when Buggy strode in, looking in a rush. He went to the line for food and cut in front without detriment. He got his plate filled by the cook and, presumably, headed back toward his quarters to eat in solitude. Buggy hazarded a glance your way and accidentally caught your eye, and you noticed him blush as he shot his gaze away from you immediately. He sped up and left the room.

After waiting a moment to give him a head start, you followed.

When you swung open the door to the galley, you saw Buggy head up the stairs to the main deck, but instead of going left toward his room, he went to the right. You frowned curiously and continued. From afar, you saw Buggy separate his hand from his wrist, which floated upward to hold his plate steady as he climbed the ladder to the crow’s nest. Wow, was he really that desperate to be alone? You hesitated, wondering if you should just leave him be, since he was going to such lengths to get away from everybody… on the other hand, it was a perfect chance to speak to him privately. So, once he was safely up the ladder, you climbed it as well.

When you got to the top, you peeked over the rim and saw Buggy standing with his plate resting on the side of the structure, looking at the townscape as he ate.

“Captain,” you said, and Buggy yelped in surprise, knocking his plate over the side.

“Oh, come on!” he shouted as he watched it fall, then he whipped around angrily to see you hoisting yourself up.

“Crap. I’m sorry. I guess I owe you two meals, now,” you said, wincing apologetically.

“You’re gonna owe me a new heart soon enough, scaring me like that,” he grumbled. “Why the hell did you come up here?!”

“I wanted to see you in private.”

Buggy blushed lightly, then glared. “You’re nothing but a stalker.”

“I’m not a stalker! I was just, uh… secretly… following you.”

He gave you a flat stare. “Why.”

“I need to ask you something.” You stood up straighter, trying to psych yourself up to be direct. You let out a breath. “Why did you say I wouldn’t care if you got hurt?” you asked, looking him in the eye.

Buggy blinked, then stared at the floor. He bopped a fist against his thigh awkwardly.

You watched him for a moment, then rubbed your arm. “Because… that isn’t true. I would care.” You stared at the same spot on the floor as he was. “I’d care a lot.”

His brows furrowed briefly, and his eyes flicked up to you, then back to the ground.

“I just wanted you to know that.” You paused, waiting to see if he’d respond; when he didn’t, you started to go back down the ladder of the crow’s nest.

“Wait,” Buggy said before you disappeared from view. “I… Well. Thanks,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

“Yeah,” you said with a quick half-smile, then you continued climbing down, leaving Buggy with his thoughts.

[dollfaceksj]

oh godddd #13 was so good!!! dinner is gonna be so awkward between koo and oc 😭 or theyre gonna be giggling abt it

guess u should read this to find out!

i didn’t have the time to betaread and add more inner dialogue and stuff so sorry if its not like the others

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #14

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did he really just

exit the tent ? with a TENT in his PANTS?

oh he gives no fucks?

wait why are you even worried about him?

YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE TOO

They’re gonna come looking for you

you quickly adjust your clothes and crawl out of the tent a few moments after jungkook

you use your phone to check what you look like, fixing any out of place hairs and wiping the tears off your cheeks

the stickiness in your leggings is impossible to ignore but whatever right?

you slowly make your way to the table

yoongi’s waving at you

right

yoongi

YOONGI

you stupid slut

how could you?

you go to sit down next to him, smiling at the fact he once again saved you a spot <3

but this time jungkook isn’t across from you

:)

he’s

right next to you :)

so yoongi to your right… jungkook to your left

wow

this is uhhhh

gonna be fun.

😂😂😂😂😂

don’t laugh.

“i was looking for you but you disappeared for a while.” the older man leans into your side to whisper into your ear

you glance at him. “sorry, yoongi. i thought i’d lost my powerbank, i kept searching for it in my suitcase.”

that lie left your mouth too easily you dirty liar

he nods in understanding. “did you end up finding it?”

you nod your head.

“bummer.”

you frown as the word leaves his mouth. “why is that a bad thing?”

“cause it would’ve given me the chance to invite you into my tent and offer it to you so you can use it.”

fuck ur gonna fucking melt

he’s so

YOOONGIIIIII

holy shit

yeah.

“oh, did i mention when i found it again, it was broken? i might have to take you up on that offer anyway,” you say as you nudge him with your elbow

he laughs and shakes his head, gently swatting your elbow away

he ends up wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close, whispering, “don’t start something you can’t finish, y/n.”

your cheeks instantly heat up as his breath hits your ear

he’s so close

you slap his thigh. “how do you know i won’t finish it?”

he lowly chuckles and gosh the sound is so sultry. “i’m not sayin–”

your body suddenly gets pulled out of his enbrace

“can you pass me the napkins?”

you frown.

did jungkook just

forcefully tug you out of yoongi’s embrace?

to ask for napkins??

you turn your head to stare at him in disbelief but yoongi is already handing the napkins to jungkook

for fucks sake

if anyone’s gonna make it obvious it’s that little shit

see what you said??? childish!!!

jungkook quietly thanks yoongi and continues to eat without even so much as glance at you

dumbass.

did he really come sit at the table with a hard-on?

you bring your attention back to your plate of food and start eating, listening to the crazy stories taehyung is telling everyone

“you’re gonna go to the store with jungkook cause we don’t have any paper plates or bread for breakfast tomorrow.” taehyung pulled you to the side to say this

you click your tongue in annoyance. “why do i have to go with jungkook? why can’t you?”

“cause i’m not the one refusing to talk to him.”

you screech, “i talk to him!”

“with all that attitude!” he retorts, “listen, just go easy on him, alright? i know what i said about him but he’s still a sensitive guy, you know? he’s not all that bad, or else he wouldn’t be my friend. you know that.”

he continues, “i just regret giving you this wrong impression of him. he’s been through a lot, i just didn’t want any drama between you two but that clearly backfired.” he sighs. “just… give the guy a chance to show you his true colors. he’s not a bad guy.”

been through a lot?

that reminds you

of the moment in his tent when he showed you his tattoos

and completely shut you out when you asked about his mother’s opinion on his tattoos

what happened to her?

“what do you mean he’s been through a lot?”

he looks around to make sure no one’s listening. “i’ll tell you a bit more about it after you’ve returned. now, chop chop. go before that store closes.”

ughhh

when you start heading toward where the car is parked

jungkook is already leaning against the hood of the car, seemingly waiting for you

you approach him and enter via the passenger seat without another glance at him

he gets in too and buckles his seatbelt

so do you

and he starts driving off

he doesn’t even look up any way to reach the store

does he remember how to get there?

that’s pretty hot.

the ride is silent and the boner in his pants is hard to ignore so you make sure to constantly stare out the window

it’s quiet

uncomfortably quiet

“what would you have done if isabella caught us?” you break the silence

you see him glancing at you in your peripheral vision but you refuse to look at him

he shrugs his shoulders. “it’s not any of her business.”

your head snaps in his direction. “you don’t think you owe an explanation to the people you’re sleeping with?”

he clicks his tongue. “who said i’m sleeping with her?”

you frown. “stop being vague. are you fucking her or not?”

“why do you care?” he quips

“i don’t, i’m just–”

he shrugs his shoulders. “are you fucking yoongi?”

what???

“what?”

“are you fucking yoongi, yes or no?” his hand slides over the steering wheel so effortlessly and it’s so fucking hot

“why does that matter?” you try to backtrack

“it doesn’t, that’s my point.”

damn

he kinda gagged you😭

you cross your arms over your chest and look out the window again. “well, y’all are overly friendly, i thought maybe you were still sleeping with her.”

he shrugs his shoulders again.“does it matter to you who i’m sleeping with?”

you say, “no, it doesn’t.”

yes, it does

“then why do you ask?”

you sigh and glance at him again. “if i say yes, would you honestly answer me?”

“yes, i would.”

you decide not to go in on it any further.

the rest of the ride there is quiet

when you arrive, you both get out but instantly notice the swarm of men by the entrance

jungkook instinctively places his hand on your lower back as he leads you inside the store

the men stare at you like you’re a fucking peace of meat and it’s sickening

you go look for paper plates but jungkook doesn’t want to leave your side

“if you go look for the bread, we can be out of here faster.” you hum as you look around

he scoffs. “you’re fucking ill if you think i’m leaving you unattended like last time.”

oh?

you didn’t know that whole thing still bothered him

you don’t say anything else about it as you look for what you came for, jungkook constantly in your wake as he intently looks around the store

you sigh. “you’re not my bodyguard, you know.”

“you’re my responsibility.”

huh?

no literally what?

you frown. “me? a grown woman? a woman older than you? your responsibility?”

you hate that they act like you’re not an adult

it’s starting to piss you off

“it’s not about who’s older or not, y/n. it’s about the fact that i need to be able to protect you.”

you fully turn your body to him to dace him. “i don’t fucking need protection.”

he stops scanning the store and he looks down at you. “i’m not saying you need protection, i’m saying your friends sent you with me to an unknown area because they trust me to protect you if something were to happen.”

you glare at him and fight the urge to roll your eyes. “how about you be responsible and take care of your erection that’s been hard for an hour?”

he scoffs. “you thinkin’ about my dick?”

“you’ve been brushing it against my ass for the past three minutes, so yes, i am.” you roll your eyes as you turn your back to him again and continue to search for what you came for

he glances down at his pants for a second before letting his eyes roam around the store. “sorry, i’m not trying to do anything weird to you but i just want to stay close to you because of those weirdos, alright?” he angles his hips away from you

you know he’s not doing it on purpose but damn

a few of the men outside have entered the store and you can’t say you don’t notice them staring

you continue to search but jungkook has seemingly gotten even closer to you, both hands on your waist from behind as he continues to guard your back and rear

😒

like…

annoying as fuck!!

girl you know damn well you’re liking that shit

ANYWAYS!!!

you finally have what you need

so you head toward the counter but jungkook already has his card pulled out and presses into the payment terminal

you know… you never noticed until now but

it seems like he’s got quite a bit of money but how? he’s still a student and as far as you know, he doesn’t have a part time job

his part time job is eating pussy apparently

jungkook leads you out the store with the bag in his hand, arm still wrapped around your waist as you walk with him to the car

the other men are still staring at you, even watching as you enter the car

jungkook stands outside your door as you get in before slamming it shut and jogging around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat

“y/n,” he says

you hum in response and turn your head to look at him

but before you know it, his hand is cupping your cheek and he gently presses his lips to yours

oh

wait

he’s kissing you

you pull away after a few seconds. “what are you doing?”

“sorry for doing that without your permission but at least now they’re not staring anymore,” he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car with an air of nonchalance

you glance at the men and it’s true, they aren’t

so, he kissed you to get the men to stop staring

not because he wanted to kiss you

that’s good

it’d be weird if he wanted to kiss you!!

right?

jungkook starts driving out of the parking lot and back on the road

it’s quiet

music in the background

but the tension is directly speaking to you

your eyes slowly trail to his sweatpants and his bulge is actively staring back at you

damn

should you reciprocate?

he hasn’t mentioned it at all

like he doesn’t expect you to reciprocate

and he didn’t fingerfuck you in his tent just to get a favor back

but

you

really want to

“pull over.”

he glances at you and then frowns at the road. “what?”

“i said pull over.”

concern flickers on his face. “are you feeling sick or something? do you need to throw up? cause i have a weak stomach, i’ll throw up too–”

“just pull over, for fuck’s sake.”

he ends up listening to you, pulling over on this dark empty road is kinda scary

you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach over his lap, pressing the button next to him that locks all the doors

“what are you doing?” he asks, utterly confused

you look into his confused eyes for a moment

“let me make you feel good.” you use the same words he did to you so he gets the memo

he blinks at you a few times until realization sets on his face. “you know you don’t have to do that, right?”

“i know i don’t, you freak.” you get on your knees on the passenger seat and slowly bend forwards, face closing in on his as you flash him your siren eyes. “i want to.”

he stares at you dumbfounded for a few seconds, eyes occasionally dropping to your lips

“shit, fuck, okay,” he breathes out as he tucks his fingers around the hem of his sweats and lifts his hips off the seat to drag his sweats down

you glance at his calvin klein boxers

again

is he rich or something???

something isn’t adding up

your mouth already starts salivating

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!

“hey,” he says, pulling you out of your trance

your eyes travel back up to meet his

“you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“and let you have all the fun?” a smirk tugs on the corners of your lips as you reach for the hem of his boxers.

he echoes, “all the fun?”

“hmm, you’re so sure i’ll be wrapped around your finger. it’s your fault i’m determined to watch you break under me too.”

ah

he chuckles quietly, chest puffing. “okay, then, y/n. challenge accepted.”

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"Permanence" - Percabeth - One-Shot

Summary: Percabeth's first "I love you." Word Count: 1755 Read on AO3

“Annabeth?” a voice calls, and she turns in her seat, her attention abruptly snatched from her laptop. “What are you doing up here so early?”

When she sees Percy leaning against the doorway to the mess hall, his lips quirked in amusement, Annabeth smiles. “Early?” she asks. “I’m pretty sure it’s noon.”  

Percy snorts and walks over to the supply of breakfast items on the table, which is endless, thanks to Leo’s genius. He picks up an apple, throws it in the air, and catches it again, all the while saying, “I mean you rarely come up here at this time. Feels like you barely come out of your little cocoon now.” 

His tone is still light, but there’s a slight jaggedness to it. She stares at the shape of Percy’s back for a moment as he keeps plucking away for things to eat, then stands and joins him. 

“Is there anything, like, unhealthy?” Percy asks when she sidles up to him. She looks up and fixes him with an exasperated smile, and he laughs. “What? Leo had eight months to prepare this ship, and for all the fancy shit he installed, he couldn’t even think of adding, like, a pizza dispenser?”

Annabeth rolls her eyes and hands him a candy bar sitting in the corner of the table. When his eyes catch sight of it, he grins and nudges her with his shoulder. “You’re the best.” 

“Yeah?” she asks, and now she faces him, raising her eyebrows. “Let’s go back to what you just said.” 

As he works on opening the wrapper, he glances at her. “What did I say?”

“Something about me being in a cocoon.” 

“Oh.” His eyes darken, but then immediately brighten up again as he takes a bite off the candy. “Oh, wow, this is so good.” Percy holds it out to her. “You should try it. Wow. Thank you, Leo.”

“You’re welcome,” warbles a voice from the speakers, and Percy flinches.

“Jeez,” he mutters, lowering his voice. “He’s like Big Brother or something.” 

Annabeth takes the bar from him but doesn’t taste it. She just keeps looking at him. “Percy, come on. What did you mean?”

Percy heaves a large, heavy sigh, then takes the candy bar back from her. When he doesn’t immediately go back to eating it — instead opting to play with the wrapper — her heart slows in dread. 

“Okay, I know you’ve been busy, so I didn’t really wanna say anything,” he says. “But it just feels like since we’ve found each other and been on this ship, we’ve just been so busy in all different directions. And when we’re not busy, you’re in your room, fiddling on your computer or something.” He stops playing with the wrapper and puts the half-eaten bar on the table, and now she knows he’s being serious. He doesn’t put his food down for anything.

“Percy…,” Annabeth says. 

Percy sighs again, and now he puts his full plate — filled to the brim with whatever he could find — on the table. Annabeth has to resist the urge to raise her eyebrows. “Eight months, Wise Girl. We haven’t been together in eight months, and the only moment we’ve had to ourselves was in the stables.” He tilts his head. “I just missed you. Miss you.” Then he huffs a humorless laugh and looks up at the ceiling, as if embarrassed. “I don’t really know why I’m getting so emotional about this. It’s just been a weird year.” 

“Yeah, I know,” she murmurs. She considers telling him about her year, too — how she’d tossed and turned in bed, waiting for some sign that he was even just okay. How she’d go to his apartment every week just to meet his mother and convince the two of them he was still fighting somewhere. How she had to convince Mr. D with everything she had to keep sending scouts for him, all the while losing hope herself that he even was out there. But she figures he wouldn’t want to know that, not now, at least. So instead, she just leans her head against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, too, Seaweed Brain. I’m sorry.” 

A beat of silence passes, and then he brushes his hand against hers, pulls her fingers into his. She lifts her head to look up at him. “I’m sorry, too,” he murmurs. “I know you have a lot going on. And if anything, I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.” He squeezes her hand. “But can you promise me something?”

“What?”

“Don’t push me out, Wise Girl. You don’t need to handle this whole… daughter of Athena mission thing on your own. I know that’s kinda ironic, coming from me, who went missing for eight months and basically left you alone” — he smiles nervously — “but I’m serious. I wasn’t there for you then, but I’m here for you now. And if I had any say in the past eight months, I would’ve been with you every moment.”

Annabeth wants to say something, but all her thoughts tangle up in her brain and her words form a knot at the back of her throat, too large to tumble out. And a part of her feels guilty, but in all honesty, all she can feel is a subtle warmth at the core of her heart. The way he’s talking to her, his voice oozing with genuine eagerness to spend time with her… it makes a warm flame burst to life in her chest, thawing the ice that had grown inside of her the past year.

She spent so long waiting for someone permanent, and each time she thought she found someone, they inevitably left her. Luke, Dad, Thalia, and even Percy for a while. But now, staring at him, letting his existence embrace her skin, she realizes something. Maybe she and Percy won’t be together every moment. Maybe she’ll be the one to go away next, whisked away on some petty quest for the gods where she may not even be able to see him for months. Maybe their futures hold completely different fates for them. But she knows now — completely, utterly, truthfully knows — that it doesn’t matter if they get whisked away to different ends of the world again. Because right here, in this moment, she knows he’s really with her every step of the way. He’s subtly eroded his way into her heart, has permanently carved his smile into her mind. He’s left something eternal, even if he isn't. And that’s good enough for her. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally manages to push out. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, Percy. I’m so sorry for shutting you out. I didn’t even know I was doing it.” 

“It’s okay,” he promises, and he tugs on one of her curls. “I believe you. Just keep me in the loop as much as you’re comfortable with. And promise me we’ll tell each other when things are getting weird.” He squeezes her hand again. “If these eight months have taught me anything, it’s that it’s important to keep the people you care about the closest.”

Something burns around the edges of Annabeth’s eyes, and she realizes with a start it’s tears. Of all the things she'd been through the past few months, just a few pretty words from Percy are enough to make her want to cry. “I promise,” she breathes. 

Percy smiles. “Good. Now I can enjoy my food in peace.” He picks up his plate again, and then his candy bar. “By the way, the invitation to enjoy this is expired. Only for me now.” 

Annabeth laughs, and she expects Percy to move to take a seat at the table, but he doesn’t. He just keeps standing in front of her, smiling elatedly, and she realizes with a start that he’s waiting for her. 

And she’s not sure she can remember the last time someone did that for her. Which is maybe why she blurts the next words: “I love you.” 

For a second, Percy doesn’t react. Then his eyebrows rise, and his mouth slowly opens, and his eyes shimmer with surprise, but Annnabeth is pretty sure no one is more shocked than her. 

“What?” Percy asks, slowly setting his food down again. 

“Nothing.” But Annabeth is trying to hide her face.

He laughs and punches her arm playfully. “You got something to say to me, Wise Girl?” But if the sparkle in his eyes or the grin on his face have to say anything, he’s bullshitting her. 

“Say what?”

“Nooo,” he groans. “Come on, Annabeth.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Please. I’ll let you have my candy bar if you say it.” And she still doesn’t relent, but when he wraps his arms around her shoulders and leans in, his eyes close enough to shatter her resolve, his irises blades of green piercing through her shields, he says, “I love the way you say it.”

So she relents. And she says it again. 

And again. 

It’s only three words, but they ring in her head a million times, and the taste of them — like candy, like sugar, like clouds — bounces over her tongue a billion more. 

Percy keeps smiling, but it’s not a joking grin anymore — there’s something deeper, more soulful in it, his skin glowing with a warm undertone. “I love you, too, Wise Girl,” he whispers. 

And with those words ringing in her ears, echoing all the way down to her heart, making her blood glow, she doesn’t know if she has the ability to say anything else. She doesn’t even know what she’s supposed to say next. 

The silence begins to stretch on, cools the room around them. Suddenly the air around them feels too gooey, too heavy, too sweet, as if someone had spilled a whole bottle of rose perfume in the room, and Annabeth aches for their familiar banter, if only to calm the growing uneasiness in her. 

She runs her fingers up his hand.“You know what else I love?” she murmurs, trying to rein control of the moment.

“Me again?”

“Wrong.” She rubs Percy’s knuckles, then snatches the candy bar from his hand. “It’s making things hard for you.” 

“Hey! Give it back!” Percy cries, snapping his arm out to catch her, but she’s already out the entrance, onto the mast, waiting for Percy to come after her.

And he does. He follows her every step. 

It isn’t until later that evening that she realizes she left her laptop in the mess hall.

[danikamariewrites]

Hi there!!!

Can i please request a fic with cassian where the reader suprises him by telling him she is pregnant for his birthday?

Surprise

Cassian x reader

A/n: he would be so excited to be a dad and just to reaffirm he absolutely is a girl dad

Warnings: none

“Congratulations y/n. You’re pregnant.” Madja’s words had been echoing in your mind for nearly two weeks now. The hard part was keeping the good news a secret from your family. You were waiting until Cassian’s birthday to surprise him with a cute baby gift. You knew if your family got wind of your pregnancy it wouldn’t stay secret for long and your plan would be ruined.

You had been so picky when it came to finding the perfect baby outfit when you went in town. The harder part was making sure no one saw you baby shopping. You were most concerned about Mor, that girl can shop like there’s no tomorrow. Every time you had been out you ran into her or saw her but always kept your distance.

As of today you wouldn’t have to keep your secret anymore. Cassian would be home any minute from his morning training session and everything was perfect. His favorite breakfast was sitting on the table along with the gift bag that had a card, the baby outfit, and a toy sword.

You smiled to yourself, running a hand over your still flat belly. There would be a bump in a few weeks and you already couldn’t wait to bring your child into the world. You and Cassian had dreamed of having a family since before you were married. You didn’t expect it to happen anytime soon since Fae pregnancies were so rare. The fact that you’d been married for over a decade and were already pregnant was crazy to you.

The front door opens and shuts. You hear Cassian unstrap his sword, dropping it in the umbrella stand by the door. He rushes into the kitchen once he scents the food you’ve laid out for him. Cassian’s face lights up as soon as he sees you with your arms open, ready to embrace him.

“Happy Birthday Cass!” He scoops you up in his arms and spins you around, burying his face in your neck leaving quick kisses. “Thank you baby, it smells delicious.” You sit and eat with him as he eyes the gift bag the whole meal. You can tell he wants to open it so bad, the curiosity of what’s inside killing him.

Sliding the sparkly bag across the table you give him a small smile. “Go ahead Cass, open it.” “Yes!” Cassian grabs the bag excitedly, tearing the card open first. His smile turns into a confused one as he reads the message out loud, “I can’t wait to meet you. Happy birthday.” He looks at you tilting his head. You motion for him to keep going.

First, he pulls out the wooden toy sword that looked more like a butter knife in his hands. He turns it over in his palm still confused. Then he pulls out the red onesie that reads, ‘Daddy’s little warrior’. It all clicks for him. Letting out an excited yelp he looks back and forth between you and the onesie. He’s stuttering, trying to get all the words out that he wants to say.

“You-you’re, you’re pregnant! For real! Like, we-a baby? We’re gonna have a baby!” You nod excitedly as tears well in your eyes. Cassian kneels in front of you, clutching the onesie, as he pushes his face into your belly. Taking in your scent he leans back to stare into your eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch the change. How long have you known?”

“Madja told me two weeks ago. I wanted to surprise you.” He lets out a wet laugh, wiping his tears. “Wow. This is amazing. You’re amazing.” You lean down and kiss his forehead. “I can’t wait Cass.” “I can’t either. And I’m calling it now, she’s a girl.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 32

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Charles blearily blinks his eyes open, meaning to stretch his limbs when he feels a weight on his left side. He turns to relieve the weight there, finding you curled up under his arm, burrowed into his covers. Smiling, he spoons around you, breathing in your scent, now mixed with his, after using his body wash. He runs his fingers over your features, wondering how he got lucky enough to have you.

Feeling a ticklish sensation on your face, you flinch away, trying to escape with a whine when you hear a raspy chuckle near your ear, then a kiss on your forehead. 

“Morning, baby."

“Nooooooo. S’too early to wake up”, you moan. 

Your surroundings shake and you sit up in alarm thinking there was an earthquake, but look over your shoulder to see Charles’ body shaking in mirthless laughter. You harumph, crossing your arms, and turn around. 

“C’mon baby, Cheri, I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re so cute when you wake up”. 

This makes you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “Are you saying that I’m not cute any other time?”

He pulls you so that you’re lying on top of him now. You place your cheek on his bare chest. “Angel, you’re always cute to me”, and his fingers began to massage your scalp again. You start to drift off and he stops. 

“Nooooo, don’t stop. Feels good…”

He chuckles again and resumes. “Babe, you know I love you, and that there’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my morning with you like this. But I need to go to HQ to do some sims. The earlier I go, the earlier I can come home”. 

“Mmmmhhm”

“Please Cheri? You can stay here until I come back, and I can drop you back home tonight”.

“...Fine”, you give in reluctantly, the thought of leaving tonight sobering you up. You didn’t want to go back yet, but you had responsibilities, as did Charles.

…

You rummage through his cupboards and cabinets, looking for something to get into your boyfriend’s stomach before he leaves while said man is in the shower. What’s the purpose of having all this money if you can’t even stock up your kitchen, man, you mumble to yourself. I bet this dude doesn’t even eat breakfast, you tsk. I need to fill up these cupboards and make sure he eats all his meals properly. 

You manage to get some toast, eggs, and coffee going. At least he has an espresso machine.

You’re smothering your piece of toast with butter when Charles reappears, freshly showered, dressed in a dark blue crewneck and a pair of baggy jeans, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. “Wow, did you make us breakfast? Thanks love.”

You scoff. “If this is what you call breakfast, you’ve got problems. We need to fill up these cabinets of yours, make them useful.”

He hums as he scarfed down the toast and eggs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gets up to leave. “Feel free to look around while I’m gone. If you need anything, just give me a call. I should be home after lunch.”

“Bye, love you.”

“Love you, babe.” You watch as he steps out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. 

…

You get dressed (in last night’s clothes, because of course, you didn’t plan far ahead enough, and the need to fill your boyfriend’s kitchen won over your mortification) and make your way downtown to the local grocery store. As you roamed through the aisles, you picked up a couple of fruits to leave on his island counter, some vegetables, eggs, milk, bread, and other necessities to keep him stocked up and healthy. Lord knows how he survived so far with barely any sustenance and his strict dietary protocols. 

By the time you return to the apartment, it’s nearly lunchtime, so you cook something up, making it in extras just in case Charles shows up. Lo and behold, you hear the doorknob jiggle while you’re steaming some rice. 

“Hi!”, you chirp.

He kicks his shoes off, and approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Hello love, you certainly seem more chipper than this morning. What’s up?”

“Nothing”, you grin up at him, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “I hope I didn’t overstep, but I took the liberty of filling your pantry and fridge”. You shrug, feigning indifference. 

He parts from you and rummages around his kitchen, peeking his head into every one of the cabinets and the fridge. The silence is nearly overwhelming, and you let go of the breath you were holding, twisting your fingers and beginning an apology. “I’m sorry Char–” And then suddenly, you’re being crushed to a firm chest. 

“I love you so much it hurts. You need to stop being so sweet to me, Y/n, or I might die of it”, he whispers into your hair. You smile, relieved, and grip his arms, pulling away to look him in the eye. 

“You don’t mind?”

“Sweetheart, if I recall correctly, I told you to make yourself at home last night. That’s all you’ve done here. How could I ever mind?”

“I mean, I wasn’t sure if you’d like me to go snooping around your kitchen– And what if you were leaving everything empty on purpose?”

He snorts. “For what? My trophies? Baby, you don’t need to overthink everything you do so much. Not anymore, at least not around me, alright?”

“M’kay”, you sigh in resigned relief. 

“Now, what’s for lunch? I haven’t had a homecooked meal in ages.”

You smack his chest. “You literally had dinner made by Pascale last night.”

“Ow! I meant other than that.”

You enjoy a hearty meal together on Charles’ sofa, laughing and discussing each other’s day and plans for the evening. 

If this is what love feels like, I want this forever.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Chapter 3: Listen to your heart

Gale Cleven x Hope Armstrong (ofc)

Series Masterlist

This story is based on on the fictional portrayal of these men from the MOTA to series.

Summary: When their plane is diverted to Thorpe Abbott airfield Hope and Ruth's lives change forever. These two brave nurses must face the trials and tribulations of war, as well as suffering the heartache that war inevitable brings with it.

Collab: A Pair of Silver Wings by @major-mads

Sunday 8th August, 1943

The mess hall buzzed with energy as Buck and Johnny sat at breakfast with Curt, who slowly moved his powdered eggs around on his plate with his fork.

“I can’t eat this shit anymore,” he groaned, pushing the plate away from him.

John took a slow sip of his “coffee,” raising an eyebrow at the man. “Then don’t eat it.”

“Oh wow,” Biddick quipped. “What a great idea, Bucky. I’d never thought of that.”

The major smirked behind his mug and shot his friend a wink. Buck watched on in amusement, used to the two going back and forth as he and John did.

Leaning his elbows on the table, Curt leaned over the table toward John with a teasing glare. “Have you heard anything from Ruthie? Has she mentioned me? I thought I made a good first impression the other night.”

“Hmm,” Johnny hummed, pursing his lips for a moment before pointing at Biddick. “That’s Nurse Morgan to you, you dodo. I’m surprised you even remember anything from the dance with how drunk you were.”

“Oh I couldn’t forget a face like that,” he chuckled.

John’s eyes narrowed playfully as he clasped his hands together and leaned on the table. “Well it’s a good thing for me that she could forget yours, then,” he clapped back. “And you’re not the one she kissed goodnight.”

Buck rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast as Egan’s loud, wide-mouthed cackle echoed through the mostly quiet mess hall. Curt then turned to Gale with a raised brow. “How about Hope-”

“Nope,” Buck interrupted calmly, raising his cup and taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

The other two men watched him as a tiny grin formed on the Major’s lips. Although he didn’t talk about it much, they could tell Buck had already developed deep feelings for the woman.

Raising his eyebrows at Curt, John grinned. “Oh boy.”

“You’ve got it bad, Buck,” Biddick laughed, his hand landing on Gale’s shoulder roughly. “You gotten a reply to your letter yet?”

Thinking of the perfectly folded letter from Ruth he’d picked up that morning sitting in his breast pocket, John smiled down at his food, warmth spreading through him at the thought of the blonde. Buck, however, pursed his lips and shook his head at the question.

“I actually haven’t written her yet,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “I want-”

“What!?” Johnny all but yelled, his eyes widening as coffee almost spewed from his mouth. “Why the hell not, Buck? I already sent one to Ruth and got a response.”

Gale groaned and put down his fork with a clink. “Because of Hugh.”

“Why are you so worried about Charlie?” Curtis asked, wearing a confused expression.

“Because he’s in my squadron. And he’s her brother.”

John pointed and leaned over the table at him. “Hope’s a big girl, Buck. She can make her own decisions. Screw what Hugh says.”

“But-” Gale started but was once again cut off by Bucky.

“He’s gonna hate you even more if he thinks you're leading her on. You not sending Hope a letter isn’t making anything better,” he said, a smirk beginning to tug at his lips as he continued. “On top of the condom situation.”

John and Curt busted out into chuckles as Buck just groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “Oh, please don’t remind me.”

The ideal chatter was disturbed by the door to the mess hall swinging back on its hinges with a crash, followed by heavy footfall as Hugh all but stormed through the building like a tornado. He snatched a mug off a table and poured himself a steaming cup of black coffee before marching past the trio, staring daggers at Gale who looked up worriedly from his breakfast.

Curt’s eyes followed the man as he walked in, muttering under his breath, “Speak of the devil.”

"Good morning to you, too, Sparky," John called out with a small wave as he walked by, only to be met with deafening silence from the other pilot.

Hugh's harsh glare was burning a hole in the back of Gale’s skull and he thought any second now he’d come into his brain and it would be lights out.

“You’ve really pissed him off this time, Buck, and you didn’t even get his sister into bed,” John laughed heartily, taking a long swig from his whiskey and coffee, it was most likely more whiskey than coffee but Gale humored him.

“Will you give it a rest? I’m already getting it from Hugh without your added input,” Gale stabbed aggressively at his scrambled eggs, willing the eyes of the room to stop looking at him.

Curt snorted beside him, waving his fork around. “Well, I’m telling you boys, if I’d have had Hope in my arms and she’d bought condoms with her, let’s just say she wouldn’t have been going back home with them.”

That was the final straw.

Gale slammed his fist down on the table, ignoring the way Johnny jumped in his seat, spilling his coffee over the table, and the way several chunks of his scrambled egg disappeared onto the floor,

“You say anymore slander about my girl, Biddick and I swear…”

“Your girl, Buck?” John raised his right eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips as his mustache twitched. “She’s your girl and you haven’t even written her yet?”

Sometimes Gale wished he could rip that stupid mustache off John’s face, but he somehow kept his cool.

It would seem that Hugh had heard the whole commotion. His chair screeching back from the table, he stomped up between the tables once more, his glare never leaving Gale until the door slammed shut behind him.

Gale groaned, unsure if it was in relief or at the impending doom that he was likely to suffer if this debacle continued. Without a second thought, he excused himself from the table, ignoring the calls of protest from John and Curt, and hurried after Hugh.

“Hugh! Hugh, wait up. Please I want to talk to you,” Gale jogged after the tall brunette whose face turned sour the instant he noticed the man.

“Buck, I ain’t in the mood for more bullshit okay? I thought you were a good guy…nothing like Egan, but you're just as bad, and you’re playing with my sister's heart. I can’t have you breaking it,” Hugh snapped, his dark eyebrows set in a permanent crease on his forehead as he spoke. “She’s all I’ve got Buck, don’t take her from me too.”

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t take her away from you…?” Gale began but Hugh shook his head.

“Not literally but if you break her heart she won’t be visiting Thorpe Abbott any time soon. Her plane landing here has been the best part of this damn war,” Hugh's eyes were teary and he seemed deflated compared to his normally bubbly character. The missions had been taking their toll on all of them but it never seemed to hit Hugh, unless he just never let on Gale was realising.

“Do you want me to stop contacting her? I understand if you do, Hugh. I care for your sister deeply but I care about my crew too. I never asked permission to court your sister and that was wrong of me. I have strong feelings for her but I understand if you want me to stop,” Gale tried to keep his composure but his heart ached painfully in his chest at the thought of never seeing Hope again, never seeing her smile, the way her eyes creased when she laughed.

Hugh shook his head, “I can’t ask that of you, Buck.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. That kind of love belongs on a silver screen, it’s not real, until you stumble across two people that it is real for and that’s you and Hope. I love my little sister with all my heart and she’s finally found someone she thinks worthy of hers. You just treat her right, Gale.”

Buck nodded quickly, “I swear to you that I have Hope’s best intentions at heart. I think I love her, Hugh. I really truly love her. Nothing has been the same since I met her, I can’t sleep without thinking of her, can’t eat, every time I fly I wonder if she’s flying too.”

Hugh nodded half heartedly, “Yeah, that sounds a awful lot like love to me. Well, it could be worse. I could have Egan as my future brother in law instead. That would be worse right?”

Gale chuckled, “Of course. Far worse.”

Hugh patted Gale on the back, a small smile now on his lips as his anger subsided, “Hope really likes you Gale, so don’t fuck things up okay? And for Christ sake write her back, she’s doing my head in asking about you.”

Gale smirked as Hugh walked away, “Thanks Sparky,” he called and was greeted with Hugh raising his middle finger in the air. So he had Hugh’s blessing, now all he had to do was write to Hope.

Thursday 12th August, 1943

“You ready girls!” Frank called over his shoulder, glancing as Hope and Ruth took the stretcher from the medics below them, and loaded the last wounded soldier onto the wrack. Hope pulled out her flight manifest and checked off the final patient to board. The young boy reached out, grasping Hope’s hand.

“Nurse,” his voice cracking as he tried to grab her attention. He was so young, barley eighteen years old. His bright blue eyes, glossy and hazy as he gazed up at her.

“Yes, My Love,” Hope crouched down, clasping the boy's hand in one of hers while her other brushed away his brunette locks from his face. She tried to stop her eyes from drifting down his body to where only stumps of his legs remained, the burnt flesh wrapped neatly in crisp bandages.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered and Hope smiled sweetly at him, squeezing his hand. “When I write home, I’m gonna tell my Mumma ‘bout you.”

A single tear trickled down her cheek and she leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and watching until he drifted off to sleep. His delicate, young features no longer etched with worry and the hard lines across his forehead softening as the morphine began to take effect.

Hope turned watching as Ruth comforted one of the other young men further down the plane who had managed to remove some of his bandages.

“Hey, don’t do that, you need those,” Ruth tutted, helping the Private sit up a little so she could secure fresh, white bandages around his bloody arm. The poor boy grumbled under his breath as Ruth tucked in the end. “Now leave them be, okay?”

The young boy nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his cot. They were the most comfortable racks, cool metal bars lining the hammock-like beds that swayed as the C47 rocked through the sky.

Hope took her seat beside Ruth, who had finished trying to redress the soldier's wounds, smiling briefly at her friend, who wore the same exhausted expression she did.

“I can’t wait to get back to the Grove. I need a warm bath and my bed,” Ruth mumbled, stretching out her aching muscles that screamed against the tension in her body.

“Oh don’t say that, Rue. We’ve still got to drop these poor lads off at the hospital in Mateur yet.” Ruth just groaned in response.

The dance with the boys had been their last outing in a while. It was the last time Hope hadn’t felt completely exhausted, she’d been relaxed, able to let go, and safe in Gale’s arms.

This trip had been hard. The plane was at full capacity and when they had arrived on the airfield at Termini Imerese, Sicily they were instantly thrown into action. Disappearing into tent hospitals that lined the airfield, their white tents flapping in the harsh wind that did little to cool the heat from the scorching midday sun.

Hope and Ruth conferred with the surgeons, assessing and stabilising patients that were safe to fly, meaning that many of the young men with head injuries or who had suffered significant blood loss would be unable to fly due to the unpressurised aircraft cabins. Many of the men didn’t have emergency medical tags and so the girls had to make their own assessments for many of the patients.

The thrumming roar of the wind C47’s engine erupting to life always brought a great sense of comfort to Hope, along with an impending sense of fear in unison. This job, while rejuvenating her youth through the exhilarating flights and the lives they saved, aged her with each passing moment spent in the air, because after every successful landing she was left with the feeling that although they had saved lives, they couldn’t save them all.

Frank and his fellow pilot chatted hastily in the cockpit, their muffled voices cracking through over the radio. As soon as the plane levelled out Hope and Ruth stood, each taking a side of the plane and beginning the check ups on their patients, recording their temperature, pulse and respiration as well as checking there was no strike through of blood from their dressings. The girls worked quickly, only confiring on their patients conditions.

It always amazed Hope how quickly their work changed them, on the flight over Ruth had been once again telling her about the letter she’d received from John. Hope feared she could probably quote Ruth’s letter herself by now, but she never complained, pleased that Ruth was finally coming out of herself.

Hope had her own letter from Gale tucked into her top overall pocket, over her heart. His words burning into her flesh and she felt as though he was right there beside her all along.

Having dropped off the soldiers at the large US hospital in Mateur, Tunisia, the C47 headed home. The mood was somber as the large metal bird rattled its way across Europe towards home.

Ruth’s eyes had closed about half an hour previous and Hope didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, the wrinkles that normally appeared when she smiled were smoothed away, and her blonde locks fell softly from where she had so lovingly pinned them that very morning.

Hope took Gale’s letter out of her pocket, smoothing out the creases that had poked around the edge of the page. Words of affirmation sprung out at her and a smile was instantly cemented to her lips as she relived the last moments with him.

The flight home always seemed quicker and soon ‘The Angel of Death’ was touching down on the runway. Hope helped a rather sleepy Ruth off the plane, and waved goodnight to Frank, who chucked in amusement at Ruth.

“Goodnight Ladies.”

“Come on, Rue. Let’s get you home,” Hope wrapped her arm around her sleepy friend, leading the way to the Nissan huts they were billeted in. Some of the other nurses were still stationed in Africa and so they currently had the hut to themselves.

Hope lay Ruth down on the bed, smiling as she snuggled closer into the pillow, so much for a warm bath. She would rigg her about it later but she could deny that the stress of the day was getting to her too, but something restless kept her from falling into her own bed.

Instead Hope sat at the small desk in the corner, pulling free a piece of paper and a pen. She pulled Gale’s crumpled letter from her pocket and smoothed it flat onto the desk, reading back over his words.

Sunday 8th August

Dearest Hope,

I’m sorry it has taken me so long to write you. I fear that I may have caused some friction with your brother but it appears I have ‘gained his blessing’ to court you. Please don’t be annoyed at him, he’s only looking out for you. He cares for you deeply, as do I and he only wants what’s best for you. Apparently, he deems me as something that is good for you, I only hope you can agree with him.

I have thought of nothing but you since the dance. The way your face lit up in the moonlight. I often close my eyes and imagine you still in my arms, swaying underneath the stars. The smell of your perfume, your soft hair against my face, your lips on mine. I apologise if I speak too plainly but I feel very strongly for you Hope. I would very much like to see you again soon, although I hear from Ruth’s letter to Bucky that you have been flying back and forth to Sicily. I hear that Italy is a very beautiful country. Maybe someday when this war is won we could visit together.

We have a mission next week and I fear that each time we loose more of our boys. It is inevitable but it is hard to not let it bother you. I hope that if you have some time off soon that you may visit Thorpe Abbott again. I could give you a tour of the Fort should you wish me too.

I hope to receive your reply soon.

I’m thinking of you always my darling.

Love your

Gale

Hope grinned at his words ‘her Gale’, she’d never imagined that a man like Gale would want her. He was a Major after all, strikingly handsome and one of the kindest men she had ever met, and he was hers. Trying not to giggly like a love sick fool, she put her pen to paper.

Thursday 12th August

Dear Gale,

I’m so glad to have received your letter. You had me worried for a while when Ruth received a letter from John and you hadn’t written. I’m sorry my brother has been causing you such trouble. He means well and he is just trying to look out for me but he sometimes forgets that I am a grown woman now.

Our latest flights have taken us to Sicily and the wounds we are seeing are far more severe than I have seen before. More and more boys are coming home without limbs and I fear that this war will only take more and more from us. A young boy today, no more than eighteen, called me an angel. It is silly really but I fear that my face is the last that many boys have seen. Their tortured souls finally find some peace.

I am sorry to speak so morbidly, today has been a tough one. I do hope to visit Thorpe Abbott again very soon and I know that Ruth does too. In fact she is rather adamant on it.

I often think of our time together at the dance, despite the lack of actually dancing, it is one of the best nights of my life and one of my fondest memories. I hope we can have many more nights like that one.

Keep safe up there Gale.

Yours

Hope

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hope! Ruth! You alive in there?” a voice hollered through the hut’s door, rousing Ruth for the second time that morning. She opened her mouth to reply, but Hope beat her to it.

“Go away, Frank!” she groaned, covering her ears with her pillow.

“It’s almost noon,” the man chuckled. “I know you’re tired but you both need to get up. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Sitting up abruptly, Ruth grabbed her watch off her small side table, her eyes widening when she read 11:43 am. She looked over to Hope who was also staring at her watch in utter disbelief.

“I haven’t slept in this much since I was a teenager,” Hope muttered under her breath before turning to Ruth, almost breaking into a fit of laughter at the blonde’s wonky curls from the day before. “We look terrible.”

Frank pounded his fist against the door, yelling, “Get up!”

“WE ARE!!” They both hollered back, unable to keep the frustration from lacing their voices.

Throwing off her covers, Hope stood to her feet and marched over to the door, swinging it open. Ruth clamored quickly out of bed to follow her, stopping right behind her shoulder as they glared at Frank. His eyes scanned the women before him, and a grimace appeared on his face at their ragged appearances.

“Okay,” he started, raising his hands in surrender. “Go back to sleep. You look like shit, and I’d rather do things on the plane by myself than deal with your grumpy attitudes.”

They narrowed their eyes at him. “Nope. We’re awake now,” Hope retorted, smiling sweetly at him.

Sighing, Frank stepped back from the door with a barely concealed smirk. “Meet me at the hardstand.”

As Hope shut the door, Ruth flopped back on her bed, her eyes following Hope’s figure walking across the room to the desk in the corner. “How’s Gale?” she asked, propping her head up with her hand.

Hope began to neatly fold up the letter, smiling softly as she talked over her shoulder. “He’s good. Said he didn’t write because of Hugh causing problems, but he’s got his blessing now.” She turned toward Ruth with dusty pink cheeks, giggling to herself. “He even signed his last letter with ‘your Gale.’”

“Hope!” Ruth squealed, sitting up and covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone like Gale, and I’m sure Hugh sees how much he adores you.”

Hope looked down at the letter in her hands, her heart swelling at the thought of the man. “He’s amazing,” she whispered as her eyes traced over his name on the paper. After a few moments, she shook her head, seemingly clearing her thoughts, and raised an eyebrow at Ruth. “How’s John?”

It was now Ruth’s turn to blush, the tips of her ears heating up at the mention of the major. “Great, amazing, wonderful. I feel like I’ve known him so much longer than a few weeks, Hope. You know how I can get sometimes, but when I’m with him, I don’t feel nearly as anxious. And when he kissed me…I wished it could’ve lasted forever. I can’t wait to see him again.”

Sighing softly, Hope plopped down onto her bed. “Look at us, Rue. We’re like a bunch of lovesick teenagers.”

“Yeah, we are,” Ruth giggled, her mind replaying her and John’s laughter, soft touches, and tender looks from the dance. The way he held her face so delicately, how his lips-

“Come on,” Hope called, her mattress squeaking as she got up, breaking Ruth from her thoughts. “Let’s get ready so we can go annoy Frank.”

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