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wildfire (cs) | eleven.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 6.1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, san x oc talk a bit, talking also leads to other things 🤭, a quickie in san’s office, riding him on the chair hehehe, covering his mouth cause he gets a lil loud, flashback scene is just ppl talkin about this whole thing and switching up 😭, san x iseul x yunho moment, the start of namjoon’s stress chronicles pt. 2, some overthinking and pondering decisions

san: goodmorning my love. i hope you slept well. i'm sorry to upset you last night, and i'm sorry i put you in that position. i wasn't thinking and acted impulsively. let me know if i can get a few mins with you at some point - i still wanna talk to you. i miss you, baby. have a good day today, okay?

You wake up a little later than expected, and it has you rushing out the door before you can even respond to San's text. You do feel bad for not responding right away but truthfully, you just needed to get your mind together and be in your own space to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

You were starting to get scared and you weren't sure where this would lead you and San. You knew what you were getting into, but the last thing you wanted was for San to get in trouble— especially him, not you.

"Hey ma." You answer the call on your way to class, tugging your bag strap up on your shoulder.

"Hi lovey." She says cheerfully even though she's coming off of a shift.

"Did you just get off of work?" She sighs as she slams her car door and hops in, the call being picked up on the bluetooth.

"Yeah, we're a bit short-staffed so I picked up another shift. I came in around 7pm last night." You nod.

"Well, try to take it easy."

"I will. Are you on your way to class? How's it all going?"

"Um." You pause. "It's alright. But, yeah. I'm on my way over."

"Uh oh." She teases. "Wanna come home this weekend so you can tell me all about it while we get our nails done?"

"Actually, yeah. That sounds nice."

"Okay, babe." She chuckles. "You sure you're okay?" You nod even though you feel your heart drop, tears threatening to spill this early in the morning.

"Yeah, I am. I just have lots of stuff to update you on."

"Okay. Can't wait. Have a good day, hun. Make sure you take your breaks properly, eat and hydrate well."

"I will, mom. I love you."

"Love you too!" The call ends and you suddenly feel alone although the campus has moving parts, bodies floating around to move from point A to point B. You tuck your phone into your bag, fully deciding you'll get to San in between classes today. You do plan to stop by the lab to wean your mice really quickly at some point; maybe you'll deal with San then.

Which is crazy to think about cause that's exactly how things unfold.

Your first class of the day drags on, the lecture today being packed with a ton of overwhelming information. You've already got a few assignments for this class alone, causing you to huff out a heavy sigh when you write it all down in your planner and try to organize your to-do list. When class finally wraps up, you take your time packing up before heading to lab to work on the mice. You grab a parfait to go, quietly eating away as you make your way to the basement. The very back door to the west wing basement is the closest to the café you grabbed the parfait from, so you easily make your way over and toss your empty cup into the trash just as you tackle the steps and head downstairs to the door. When you pull out your badge and get ready to tap it against the reader, the door swings open and causes you to jump aside to prevent yourself from getting hit.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" San stops in his steps. "Y/N?"

"San." You breathe out, clutching your bag tighter. You weren't expecting to run into him now, but you suppose the universe had other plans for you.

"Hey." He fully steps outside and lets the door shut close. You can't help but automatically glance at him from head to toe; he's wearing denim on denim, and you realize he's the only person who could truly pull off the look. He's got on a denim button-up and jeans, chucks. Sleeves are rolled up halfway. He digs his hands into his pockets, soft black hair framing his face. You can smell his cologne from where you stand.

You're not standing very far from him when you should be creating more distance.

"Hi."

"Going into lab?"

"For a second, yeah. I gotta wean my mice before my PI gets mad at me." You look up at him and he chuckles a bit, biting onto his lip.

"For the record, I could never be mad at you." You slightly scoff and playfully roll your eyes.

"Sure, Professor Choi." You pause. "I'm sorry I haven't responded to your text. I was meaning to come see you later, but I guess now is a good time, too?"

"Uh, yeah. I gotta meet Jongho and Namjoon to plan out this proposal for the space in the new building." You nod. "But, it's not for a bit. Was just gonna grab some food before heading over."

"Goodluck."

"Thanks, love." He clears his throat. "Wanna give me a quick run down of what happened yesterday? With Yunho and Iseul?"

"Don't let me get in the way of you getting food."

"You're not. I can always grab some after."

"Are you sure?" He nods.

"You're more important." He lets out a breath. "So, what happened?"

"Yunho said he thought he saw me at the conference, that's all. I know he was gonna try to get it out of me, but students started walking into class."

"I didn't even know he was there."

"Well, I clearly didn't either. He said he stopped by last minute cause he was in the area." San sighs. "Iseul knew about it, too. I saw the way she looked at me when I walked out." You look up at him with innocent eyes, and it makes him weak. "San, we need to be more careful and this isn't helping."

"Well, that's why I wanted you to come over so we could talk about this in private. Why haven't you texted me back, angel? I know there's a reason. Are you still angry with me?" He asks so gently and so sweetly it makes your knees buckle. But at this very moment, Iseul is passing by the stairway, on her way back to the office after a meeting in the west wing of the Harvey Center. She doesn't typically pass this way but today, the conference room was closer to the back end, and she wanted to stop by the nearby café to grab another cup of coffee— excited to try the seasonal flavors on the menu that just arrived.

As she passes the stairway that leads towards the very back west wing basement door, she hears muffled talking echoing from below and can't necessarily help herself.

"I just.. don't know right now, San. It feels like everything is crumbling and I don't know how to feel. Jiung knows, and he thinks you forced me into this for the lab—"

"What? You told him that wasn't true, right?" His tone rises slightly, but it's enough for you to remind him to keep it down. It's also enough for Iseul to just slightly peek over the edge to confirm who is speaking near the back end basement doors;

And of course it's you and San.

No one ever passes through this way, and of course San would be taking that opportunity.

"Obviously." You sigh. "I'm just saying, people are onto us. The happy hour thing was probably the cherry on top."

"I got angry and I acted on impulse, I'm sorry." He reaches for your hand and as much as you wanna hold onto it tightly, you can't. You just let him take it in his, his lips lightly grazing the surface of your hand. "Can we take this to my office?"

"I thought you were on your way out."

"And I told you I've got a few minutes to spare. Please?" He pleads and you simply nod, removing your hand from his hold just as he badges in and leads the way to his office. Iseul lets out a breath as she continues on her way, texting her husband the exact scene that just unfolded in front of her.

iseul: i just saw san and y/n talking by the basement doors. he was holding her hand and kissing it.

yunho: so what now?

iseul: i told you i'm gonna try to catch san later. if he doesn't wanna admit to it then i'm going to namjoon.

yunho: iseul.

iseul: yunho, no. i can see the look you're giving me already. they're being way too obvious on campus now, and he better be grateful that i'm just trying to look out for him.

yunho: okay.

That's all Yunho replies with because what else can he say? He knows Iseul is stubborn, and he knows she won't change her mind. He agrees that it's wrong but he's not sure if they're overstepping.

Maybe Iseul really was looking out for him. He'd like to give her the benefit of the doubt because she's right.

This is wrong.

He's convinced this is all wrong because of her.

When you get to the basement, it's as empty as can be and you couldn't even be more relieved while trailing behind San. He looks down at his watch again, fiddling with the door lock and handle before he swings it open.

"Are you sure you even have enough time to spare?" You ask as he locks the door and makes his way over to you.

"Swear."

"We should make this quick before people come back to the basement."

"You know people are always in and out of here."

"Still."

"Why are you upset, love? Talk to me."

"I just don't know what to do. Your ex seems to be onto us the most, and they probably saw the whole thing go down yesterday. You were like.. angry-angry, San, and it was obvious—" You don't even realize you're going on and on about the same thing until San cups your cheeks, softly shushing you; trying to keep the peace by easing you.

"Baby." He says softly, his eyes looking into yours. "Baby, don't worry about this right now. I'm sure it will all blow over—"

"And if it doesn't?"

"Then, I'll face it when the time comes but—"

"San."

"We'll figure it out." He reassures again, even though truthfully and honestly, he's not sure what that means. He's not sure what he'll do if it actually unfolds out of hand, he's not sure what he'll tell you if things do go wrong. He's not sure how he'll be able to salvage everything even if he wants to more than anything in this world

He just doesn't work on empty promises like that.

"I'll never let anything happen to you. I'll take care of this." He adds.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, though." He sighs and shakes his head.

"Nothing will. Just— just trust me like you've already been doing, okay?"

"Okay." You respond softly, hands resting on his wrists as he continues to cup your cheeks— thumb caressing the surface while his eyes roam over your features.

"I'm sorry for yesterday and I'm sorry you've been upset."

"It's alright."

"I missed you."

"I'm sorry, Sannie. I just needed a moment."

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart." He kisses the tip of your nose before chuckling. "Although, I'll still beat his ass for trying to put his hands on you the way he did."

"He was such a dumbass." You roll your eyes. "I am grateful for you being there in time, though."

"Yeah, well. Couldn't really do much, but I'm glad you ended up okay." He's still looking at you, his thumb now lightly tracing your bottom lip. He looks deep into your eyes and he can't help but feel like mush; knees getting weak, heart melting at the way he looks at you. He prays to God nothing happens with all this going on because he's afraid to lose you.

He's afraid he can't lose you.

When he looks at you, he feels a sense of calmness. He sees the affection and adoration swirling in those orbs of yours. Your entire being radiating warmth and love. He'd hate for Iseul and Yunho to take away the one thing that has finally kept him grounded. But, he wouldn't put it past them and that's what scares him the most.

They hadn't stopped to think about their actions before. And for someone like San, who loves so hard and trusts wholeheartedly, he just didn't think the love of his life and his bestfriend would ever do that to him.

This is how everything has unfolded and he'd hate for them to be the reason behind all of this, too.

"Baby." He calls for you, and you don't respond verbally. The way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, caressing you and keeping you close, is enough for you to dip forward and meet him in a sweet kiss. You hear him exhale as he cups your cheeks and takes the kiss, deepening it as you stand in the middle of his office. Your hands grip at his sides as your tongue fights for dominance with his, the kiss easily turning into a sloppy, wet mess. "Fuck, baby." He sighs. "Need you."

"Here?" He nods. He rushes over to his chair, bringing you onto his lap. His eyes are full of desire, lust— pleading for you to give him all of you. "Sannie."

"We'll make it quick." He smirks, hands coming up your thighs to hike up your maxi skirt just enough; thumb immediately finding your clothed core. "No one's around. Just us." You shut your eyes in pleasure, already aching, craving, for him bad. "You do know how to keep quiet, right?" He teases, watching as you continue to react to the way he's touching you.

"Mm— shouldn't I be asking you?" You tease back, fiddling with his belt and undoing his jeans to release his heavy, hard cock.

"Brat." He chuckles. "Ride me."

"So demanding." You playfully roll your eyes the moment you position his cock at your entrance, shutting them close when you ease down his length. He lets out a soft, breathless groan, head cocked back against the chair as he tries to adjust to the feeling. "Fuck, San."

"Yeah, baby. It's all yours." He whispers, looking at you through hooded lids. You pick up your pace, working your hips back and forth; dragging your walls against his member. You let out a quiet moan against his lips, San whispering a string of cuss words as you roll your hips—

Driving him to insanity.

"Missed you so much. My perfect girl." He mutters. He can't even help himself when he feels you tighten around him, letting out a moan that might be a little too loud for your liking.

"Sannie." You whine a bit, covering his mouth with your hand as you continue to push and push towards the edge, clit rubbing against him so deliciously you feel like you'll come undone sooner than later. You watch as San's face contorts in pleasure— pretty brows knitting together, tightly as his eyes shut close. He's murmuring small moans against the palm of your hand, whining and begging for you to cum first because you always come first.

And it doesn't take long before you do.

Your movements become sloppy while San continues to grip your ass in an attempt to help guide you; his cock filling you up perfectly as you bounce up and down before resorting back to rolling your hips against him. It takes two, three, four turns before you press your forehead against San's and unravel in his hold.

"Ohhhh—fuck—gonna cum—" You gasp just as San fucks upward into you once, twice— releasing his load into you and filling you up with every last bit. He lets out choked moans against your hand, panting and heavily breathing when you feel like it's safe to finally remove it.

"Good god, sweetheart." He breathes. "I'll never get tired of this." You giggle, kissing him sweetly on the lips before slowly removing yourself from his length. You both let out small breaths, San keeping you near so he can wipe you down with a napkin before tending to himself.

"Hopefully no one's in the basement still." You fix your skirt and get yourself together.

"Uh, not like you had anything to worry about. You seemed to have that under control the entire time." You laugh.

"Taking precautionary measures since we need to."

"That was kinda fun, though." San smirks. "Maybe we should do that more often." He stands to adjust his jeans and fixes his belt.

"Did our little fight just go over your head?" You joke and he sighs.

"Fine." He playfully rolls his eyes. "We'll just keep it to the bedroom."

"You're so annoying." You smile. "You should get to your meeting before you end up being late."

"I will, boss lady." He puckers his lips. "Just one more." You shake your head and meet him for another kiss.

"Bye Professor Choi."

"Bye baby." He smiles, subtly biting onto his bottom lip as he watches you sway your hips and walk out. As soon as the door shuts, he feels empty. He misses you already and he can't wait to spend time with you again.

"Oh shit—Sunwoo!" You almost shriek just as you come out of San's office. You're afraid he might've heard something, or that he might even sense it, see it on you, with the way he cocks a brow up and tilts his head to the side. "You scared me." He laughs, though it's obvious he's kinda confused as to why you're so startled by his presence.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." You hum.

"Meeting with Professor Choi?" He gives you a look again and you feel like your ass is on fire. Sunwoo has probably gotten wind of the whole thing and now he's trying to read you.

"Just a quick last minute check-in."

"Oh, that's nice he let you pop in. Everything all good with your progress and stuff? Think you'll stay so you can continue being my right hand?" You laugh and shrug.

"Maybe. We'll see. But yeah, all is well!" You look at your phone. "Anyway, gonna run off to wean the mice before class." He nods, watching as you hurriedly drop your things off at your desk and scurry along without looking back.

—FLASHBACK

"So, did you hear about Professor Choi getting hella angry over some postdoc at the happy hour event? I guess he was getting handsy with Y/N and was being a total dick."

"Okay? So, he deserved it."

"Yeah, but people there said it was weird."

"How is sticking up for someone weird?"

"No like, guys. He was angry. Like the type to get angry over your girlfriend, angry."

"What are you insinuating?" Belle cocks a brow up.

"I'm so surprised you guys haven't heard about it. It's like the talk on campus right now. People think Professor Choi and Y/N are a thing. Professor Lee and Professor Jeong are also apparently fueling hella shit behind it."

"That's ridiculous, Y/N would never. That'd never happen." Belle tries to laugh it off until she sees Sunwoo sitting quietly in his chair. "Right?" Sunwoo looks at her and shrugs. "Sunwoo."

"Dude, I don't know. I've just seen Y/N go into his office a few times and I thought they were meeting about projects. But, now that I think about it.."

"Are you serious?" Belle furrows her brows. She's slightly annoyed that you'd actually take it this far, and she's not sure how she feels about it if it were true. "Is she trying to secure her spot in lab that bad? She wanted him to like her so bad she had to sleep with him?" Sunwoo knits his forehead at her.

"Yo, hold on. You don't even know if it's true. Even if it is, I'm sure there's a story behind it and not just that. Y/N wouldn't do that."

"We didn't expect her to be wrapped up in rumors like this, too." Belle scoffs. "Wow. If their so-called relationship ends up being true, bet it was because Y/N threw herself on him."

"That's fucked up. She's your friend, Belle."

"Not really, we just knew each other because of school and now we work together."

"Belle."

"What? You really can't tell me you don't think that? You're lying."

"No?! Belle, what?" Sunwoo's tone grows. "I'm saying they're two grown ass adults who are capable of making their own decisions. I'm not dismissing it or saying it's right, but I'm saying there could be more to it than that. Why are you assuming that so quickly?"

"Whatever, Sunwoo. It's gross, regardless. Especially for her as his rotation student." She rolls her eyes. "God, can't wait for it to be over so I don't have to deal with her." Sunwoo starts packing his things and shaking his head.

"That's crazy." Sunwoo chuckles a bit. "She was your friend before anything, bro. I'd expect you to at least have her back." He scoffs a bit. "I gotta go, I got shit to tend to with Y/N. Cause you know, I don't just switch up on people without having my facts straight." He almost mocks Belle's attitude as he throws the peace sign up to his other friend and starts walking off.

—END

After you tend to the mice, San gathers himself and heads out of the basement to head to the bathroom and freshen up before grabbing a quick snack on his way to Namjoon's office. On his way out, he didn't see anyone in the basement; Sunwoo must have gone to hide in one of the rooms to do some work. He's able to whisk himself away without any issues, prancing into Namjoon's office in a better mood.

Jongho definitely picks up on it, but doesn't comment on it. So doesn't Namjoon, but he needed to make use of his time wisely since he's got a busy ass schedule today.

They have a good conversation and are able to draft out some very good points about letting Jongho and San take some real estate in the new building. Namjoon is always good with words and although he's taking quick notes on his laptop, he's making a mental note on how they should present this to the dean. He has a good feeling about it, and he thinks it's perfect timing because the dean has been wondering about other ways to foster good collaboration between schools and departments and how to make their programs a little more unique and prestigious compared to others.

San is coming out of his day way better than yesterday, way better than he expected this morning.

Too bad it's all about to go out the window again.

When San heads back to his office, he powers through his check-in meetings with a select few postdocs and grad students— discussing different avenues they could take with their projects and what their goals should be by the end of the quarter. Afterwards, he finishes the remaining items on his to-do list before sending out his last emails of the day and packing up.

you: can i come over tonight?

san: course you can, baby. you don't have to ask. lol

you: yes, i do. lol. okay, see you later? i have office hours then i'll wrap it up for the day.

san: sounds good, beautiful. i'll have dinner ready for us, k? just come over as soon as you can.

you: ☺️

He smiles to himself as he slings the bag strap over his shoulder, excited to tell you about how the meeting went today and how optimistic he's feeling about everything despite the chaos that has ensued.

Maybe things will be okay after all.

Right?

"San. Can we talk?" Iseul catches him as he steps out onto the first floor of the Harvey Center from the elevator. He furrows his brows at her, unsure what in the hell she could possibly wanna talk to him about right now.

Well, scratch that— he knows, but he's also not sure why she's the one doing the talking on this. It's kinda ironic coming from her. But, San isn't gonna be rude nor is he gonna be a dick to her, especially on campus grounds.

So, he lets out a sigh and shrugs.

"Sure." He plainly says, leading the way to one of the empty conference rooms down the hall. He sets his bag down on a chair before crossing his arms to his chest, distancing himself from Iseul on the other end of the room. "What's up?"

"You're seeing her, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Is all he can defend himself with because he's truly appalled she's doing the talking on this when it shouldn't be any of her business—

"That's crazy. All this time and effort to keep her around and you couldn't even do that for me." San's brows knit together so tightly— he's not sure what the fuck he's hearing right now.

"We're bringing this up because why exactly? Even if we hadn't worked out, you still found your way with Yunho." She rolls her eyes.

"You're being so stupid, San. How are you so comfortable dating your student? You could lose everything if anyone found out."

"I don't see why this is any of your business."

"Because if you aren't gonna get your shit together, I have no choice but to go to Namjoon—"

"You can't actually be serious—"

"Ask yourself that! You're so hung up over her that you're willing to give up everything for your little relationship." She pauses. "She's young, she's got the doe-eyed look going on. Seems sweet, but she probably doesn't even actually care about you. Get real, San. Wake the hell up!"

"Iseul, you're treading on very thin ice." He warns. "You still haven't told me what any of this has to do with you." He steps forward.

"It has nothing to do with me. It has to do with the fact that I'm trying to do the right thing. You know this is wrong." San scoffs and pathetically chuckles, hands dug deep into his pants.

"Does it make you happy, Iseul?" San almost corners her. "Does it make you that fucking happy to keep destroying everything for me?"

"No one destroyed anything for you, you continuously do that for yourself!"

"You're the only person who has ever painted me as a failure and disappointment. You don't get to do that now, you don't get to have a say in any of this!"

"She's a fucking student, San. What's wrong with—"

"And he was my bestfriend!" San finds himself seeing red as his tone grows. All of the happy, good luck shit he was feeling today went out the window in one swift motion. He should've known Iseul would've taken this road. He should've known she would've done this.

For some reason, Iseul continues to be the reason why he can't be happy.

"Hey." Yunho walks into the conference room. "You two are gonna need to keep it down." San can't help but roll his eyes because of course.

Of fucking course.

"Great to see you've been invited to this unnecessary discussion." San looks at the both of them.

"Unnecessary?!—" Iseul fires back.

"Iseul." Yunho calls for her sternly.

"Whatever, you know what? I tried. You do whatever you want, San. Risk all your shit for some student who won't give a damn once it's all been taken away. All she wants from you is your resources and to move up, but I guess that's what you wanted—"

"You know nothing about her!" San growls back. "You know absolutely nothing about her." He repeats.

"Iseul." Yunho calls for her again. This time, there's a lace of anger because this was not what he wanted out of this. He warned Iseul about getting into San's business and she wouldn't listen— now they were all here, arguing over shit when there's already so much bad blood and tension between the three of them. "Can you please just wait outside?" She huffs and clicks her teeth, grabbing her things before storming out.

"Yunho, honestly. Save it. We don't have to do this."

"San, she's right. You could get into a lot of trouble if people start putting the pieces of the puzzle together. People are already onto you after the happy hour event, and I can't exactly say you two have been the most discreet."

"What are you even talking about?" San asks, exasperated and completely over the conversation.

"You two by the basement doors?"

"Oh, so you guys are just spying on us?" San cocks a brow up. "Really makes it better."

"It could have been anyone."

"Could it have been? Exactly how long were you guys watching us?" Yunho sighs.

"I'm only looking out for you—"

"And what makes you think I want you looking out for me, Yunho?" San's tone grows. "Hm? Cause last time you ended up looking out for me, I found you tangled up with my wife." Yunho's jaw ticks, but he doesn't say anything else. Because what can he say?

"You know this will fuck up everything for you." Is all Yunho responds with. "Everything."

"So be it. Sorry, but I literally have no reason to listen to you. Or her." San pauses, his jaw clenching as he swallows thickly. Borderline aching from how hard he's been clenching. "I hope that one day the both of you will finally learn how to mind your own business. Stop coming into mine. We're not friends, we're not acquaintances, we're nothing. We haven't been anything for a very long time and I'd appreciate it if we kept it that way." San grabs his things and rushes out the door, the force almost causing the door to hit the wall on his way out.

"San?" Namjoon comes from around the corner as he watches San walk out of the conference room, loosening his tie as he tries to gather himself. To be honest, he had been standing there for a good minute trying to make sense of the arguing and loud talking going on within the conference room. It didn't take him long to realize who was inside and what exactly was being discussed— especially when Iseul storms out, mumbling a few cuss words and San slander to herself. Luckily, not too many people were around, and if they were, they didn't try to focus much of their attention on their whereabouts. Namjoon is lost because he doesn't have any actual concrete facts to have a say in this. Maybe the happy hour event. San’s little antics.

He does need to get to the bottom of it, though.

Before it all goes south and it comes raining down on San, on him.

"Not right now, Joon. I'm sorry. I gotta get home." Namjoon doesn't say anything else as he watches San hurry off, needing to take a break from this place and get some fresh air ASAP.

"The hell is going on?" Namjoon mumbles to himself before nodding to a few oncoming students when he slowly walks back to his office and pulls out his phone to send a few texts.

If not today, he sure as hell is getting to the bottom of all of this tomorrow.

San hasn't felt this angry in so, so long, and quite frankly, it scares him. He's afraid of reverting back to his old self, his old way of coping. He's afraid of taking the wrong step forward that'll undo all the progress and work he's done on himself.

But truthfully, he fucking hates this.

He fucking hates this because at this point, he feels like it'll only bring more anger. Sadness. Hurt,

He hates that Yunho and Iseul are getting under his skin this way, he hates the predicament you're both in, he hates that Namjoon was there. He hates that he knows this is wrong but he absolutely refuses to let you go—

Even though, he's starting to feel like he needs to rethink those choices.

Mainly because he doesn't want anything to happen to you, mainly because he wants you to succeed and be happy. Mainly because he wants to protect you and keep pushing you forward; even if that means he has to support from afar.

He fucking hates this.

San drives with one hand on the wheel, finger brushing against his bottom lip as all the thoughts run at a thousand miles per hour in his head. He knows it's wishful thinking to assume it'll all blow over and be yesterday's news that didn't really mean much. He feels like it's far from that, and he knows Namjoon is eventually going to talk to him about everything.

He wishes he can hold on for a little longer, push it out a bit more.

Despite his feelings and how shot his mood is, San still manages to stop by for some aburasoba— remembering how you've mentioned time and time again that you had been craving it. He makes a pitstop at a random flower shop nearby, grabbing a small bouquet of baby pink roses. He gives the florist a small smile when she asks him if it's for a special someone, his dimples poking out; heart fluttering, butterflies swarming his tummy when he thinks about you.

And only you.

He wishes he could give you the world without having to hide it. There are so, so many things he wishes he could do or say that don't involve him acting behind doors or away from people.

This shit truly is hard.

When he finally pulls into his garage and parks, he sits in the seat for a little and huffs out a heavy sigh. He grabs his things and sets the food and bouquet down on the island counter before heading upstairs to shower. He gets comfortable in sweats and a matching crewneck, heading back down to the kitchen to get everything set up and ready for your arrival. You let him know you'll be over in the next few minutes, so he lights up a candle and gets the TV going— leaving it on the home page so that you can freely choose what you're in the mood for.

"Hi!" You greet in a sing-song tone as you let yourself in and walk into the kitchen. San is washing some dishes, which gives you the opportunity to hug him from behind and place a chaste kiss to the back of his neck. He chuckles, sinking into your hold before you pull away. "Aburasoba?" You gasp. "And pink roses?" You turn again just as he wipes his hands down and faces you. "Thank you, Sannie." Your bottom lip pokes out in a small pout.

"Of course, baby." He playfully runs a finger down your bottom lip and smiles. "How was the rest of your day? Sounded like you ran into Sunwoo after you left?"

"Oh my god, yeah. But, I don't think he really caught onto anything. I just told him we met real quick then left, and he didn't question it." You sigh. "But otherwise, the rest of the day was good. Exhausting. I had tons of students coming into office hours so I ended up being done a little later than expected."

"Planning their proposals for finals?" You nod.

"Yup!"

"I know the feeling." You laugh, helping him grab the bowls and taking it over to the living room. You plop next to him on the couch, already flipping through options for tonight. You settle for rewatching The Walking Dead, San chuckling at your pick to sit through while eating dinner. You manage to yap away in between bites of your aburasoba, San only humming or giving you short answers in response.

At first, you don't think much about it. You assume he's exhausted and he's trying his best to keep you company like the good man he is. But then, you turn and he's not really watching. He's kinda scrolling through his phone, setting it aside then blankly looking at the TV. It's obvious San isn't entirely present. It's obvious he's got things in his mind, and you're not sure if you did anything wrong or if something happened in between the time you two were apart—

But, he seems unhappy and you wish you could fix whatever it is.

"Babe."

"Hm?" He hums.

"What's wrong?" You turn over to look at him, cupping his cheek while you crawl onto his lap.

"Nothing." He chuckles and rubs your back, eyes looking deep into yours. All he sees is a personification of love, comfort. And nothing is harder than fighting the 'what if's' in his head when you look at him the way you do, when you touch him the way you do. "Nothing baby, sorry. I'm just really exhausted." He doesn't like to lie, but he sees the soft smile that grows on your face when you receive his reassurance and he can't help but brush it under the rug.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Yeah, baby." Though, he isn't.

"Okay." You kiss him on the lips and caress his cheek, smiling at him. His heart aches because he thinks about all the moments you've had to share secretly or behind doors, not being able to put your relationship out there like you both wish to. He finally lets the 'what if's' free, thinking about how this could affect your future, you;

He can't help but feel like, maybe, you deserved better than this.

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episodes-ff · 1 month ago

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Winter Storms

A/N: Yeaaaaa, y'all not gone like me for this😅. I apologize in advance. Don't beat me up, pleaseeeeeeeeee???? Remember how y'all be calling him a green eyed bastard, right? RIGHT?!?!?!?!??!

Terry

"Fuuuuuuuck! You taking that dick so good, baby!" I husked kneading the cushions of her ass as I stroked her from behind. "Yes, baby! That feels so fucking good! Oh my god!" "Fuck, that's right baby. Good fucking girl." I groaned smacking her ass as she whimpered and held onto my arms. "Arch that shit." "Yesssss, Daddy!" Locking in on her wrists, I started drilling her into the mattress as she cried my name. "Terry! Terryyyyy!" "Terry! Baby, wake up! We gotta get ready for our flight." Anaya giggled shaking me awake as I looked around dazed. "Awww, you still sleepy? Come on, papa. You can take a nap on the way to the airport." She smiled warmly rubbing my cheek before walking into the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head and recollected my thoughts before getting up to go shower. I can't keep hiding this shit.

**TWO HOURS LATER**

Waiting at the terminal with Anaya, she played with Maya as I texted on my phone and tapped my foot. "You ok, baby?" "Huh? O-Oh yea, yeaaaa. I'm fine, baby." I smiled kissing her forehead before reaching for Maya. "You excited to see gwandma and gwandpa, MyMy?" I cooed as she nibbled on her chubby fingers and smiled at me. "Dadada!" She babbled squeezing my nose and patting my face as Anaya laughed at us. "Ladies and gentlemen! Flight 318 to Charlotte now boarding!" The flight attendant announced as I sat up and got our bags.

Today is the day Maya gets to finally see my parents again since the move to Miami. We FaceTime daily with them, but she can finally get her little paws on her loved ones. I just hope no bullshit occurs on this visit because I've been having this nagging ass feeling and the recollections of that night aren't helping soothe my irritation. "Baby?" "Huh?" "Did you want something to eat?" Anaya asked snapping out of it as the flight attendant waiting in the aisle for my response. "Can I get a water?" "No problem, sir." He smiled handing a cold bottle as I opened it and drank swiftly. "Are you ok?" Nodding as I choked down the water, I gave her a meek smile as she eyed me suspiciously. "You sure? You've been acting weird all day." "I'm positive, baby." I said kissing her gently before closing my eyes.

Finally making the long journey to my parent's place, we greeted them at the door as my dad helped me with the bags. "Ohhhhh, my pretty grandchild! You get cuter and cuter every day!" My mom cooed sweetly transitioning Maya to her warm arms as she hugged Anaya and welcomed us in. "How was you all's flight?" "It was good! Baby girl didn't shed one tear!" She boasted kissing our little one's cheeks. "Awwww! Mek wi waam unu op likl bit! Yuh woulda like some tea?" "Yes ma'am." Nodding, the girls went into the kitchen as my dad and I headed to his man cave. "Dad, can I talk you about something?" "Sure, son! Anything in the world, wassup?" He smiled as we reclined into the comfy leather couch. "It's something been weighing on my mind for a little while now and I don't know how to tell Anaya." "What's going on? I'm sure she won't mind, she's very understanding." "Not about this, pop." "Well, come on with it." "Dad, I-" 'Ding Dong!'

Anaya

Laughing and playing with Maya, I smiled watching Terry's mom bond with her grandbaby. I'm just so happy for how warming and loving our families are cause it'll make my announcement even more special. Since that day at the grocery store, Terry and I have been loosely trying to conceive and our attempts have paid off. I am currently about eight weeks along, and I wanna present the news to both Terry and our families tonight. Admiring his mom as she sang to Maya and rocked her back and forth, I smiled knowing I get to bless her beautiful soul with another grandbaby. Considering the only person who knows right now is our baby girl, I'm excited to share with everyone else.

Changing her diaper, I sang and cooed to her as she hummed along with me playing with my hands. "You're so smart and beautiful, baby!" "Yes, she is." I heard his deep voice as he snuck up on me. "Hey, you." I smiled pulling him into a loving kiss as his hands found their way to my waist. "Are you feeling better?" "What do you mean?" "Terry, something's wrong. I know you like the back of my hand and you've been acting strange all day. Promise me everything's okay?" "Promise." He nodded kissing my forehead, but something was still off. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. "I'm gonna head down and see if mom needs help with the cooking, I'll be right back up." "Ok, my love." Smirking, he pecked us on the cheek before heading downstairs. "It's just you and me, pookie! Let's take some pictures, Mamas!" I cheesed as she clapped.

@_nayathebaddest: Mommy's heart in human form🌸🩷👶🏽 #MommysGirl #MayasMommy

Posting the beautiful pictures, I changed Maya into her outfit for the big reveal, I fought back my happy tears. "Are you so excited?" I whispered as she clapped. Hearing commotion, I furrowed my brows before grabbing her and heading downstairs. "Yo, what the fuck?!" "Weh dis likkle gyal a duh yah, Terrence?" I heard Terry's mom yelling as I hit the bottom step.

Looking up, I met eyes with her as she smiled deviously holding hands with a little boy. "Bitch, I know you fucking lying! You just asking to get yo ass beat, huh?" "Girl, please! Ain't nobody worried about you." She spat as Terry tried shooing her out the door. "You such a hateful ass bitch! Are you that pressed that he don't want you?! So fucking desperate!" "Desperate?! You so fucking naive!" "Terry, tell di likkle tramp fi go!!! Now!" His mom spat in anger as I tried to calm her down. "You heard her, bitch! Bye, goofy!" "I'm goofy for making sure my son spends some time with his fucking father for the holidays?! Yea ok!" "Bitch, you're lying!!! My nigga will never touch you and you're maddddd!!!" "Nah, but you're about to be, 'wifey'." She gritted looking over at Terry as my brows drew together. Now that I think back on it, this mothafucka been real fucking quiet while this bitch just carrying on.

"Terry?" "Terry?!" She smirked while I boomed handing Maya over to his mom as I folded my arms. "What the fuck is she talking about?! TERRY!!!" I yelled as his father mumbled an 'Oh shit' and walked his mom and the baby to his man cave. "She's obviously fucking lying, right? NIGGA, I KNOW YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!" I screamed lunging for him as he blocked my swing. "Anaya, calm yo ass the fuck down." He muttered quietly as he stared me down and gripped my hands. Seeing the guilt and hurt in his eyes, it hit me like a ton of bricks as I bubbled over in emotion. "HOW COULD YOU?!" I roared crying as I wrestled against his hold feeling physically ill the longer he held onto me. "Anaya, please. Just let me explain." His voice cracked as he still attempted to nurture my emotional state. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!!" "NO!" "I see you two have some issues to sort out. I'll bring him back tomorrow, Terry." She grimaced turning to leave as I fought to get out of his grip and rightfully beat her ass.

Terry

Hearing the sounds of her car pulling off, I released her hands before feeling the heavy sting of her slaps connecting with my jaw and chest. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOUUUU!!!! I HATE YOU, TERRY!! Fuck!" She shouted releasing her tears of anger as hot droplets fell from my own eyes. "Anaya, baby, please." "I'm not your baby! You fucking sick dick, green eyed piece of shit! I fucking hate you!!" She spat beating my chest in as my head hung low. "Ana-" "When?!" Sighing, I rubbed my face as more tears burned at the surface. "You don't fucking hear me now?! NIGGA WHEN?!?!?!" "It happened three years ago." "How long?!" "What?" "How fucking long have you sat up here and smiled in my goddamn face knowing this shit?! Nigga talk!" "She told me when he turned one."

Seeing the disgust wash over her face, I cried more as I watched heart breaking knowing I was the reason. "Wait wait wait. Three years ago?! The last time we were here was..." She looked up in disbelief before lunging at me again and punching me in the eye. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I WAS WATCHING MY MOTHER SLOWLY DIE AND YOU WERE FUCKING THIS BITCH?!?!?!?!?!?!?" She shrieked in agony wailing as I tried to hold her. "NO! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! I'm literally about to be sick!!!" She groaned prying my hands off of her before running upstairs to throw up. Taking a seat on the couch, I sighed into my hands and the throbbing in my head grew more and more potent. Hearing footsteps, I looked up and watched as my parents resurfaced from the man cave; my mother shook her head in disappointment as she walked upstairs with a sleeping Maya in her arms while my dad came over and rubbed my shoulder. "I don't know how you got so far deep into this son, but you gotta fix this shit. It's bigger than you now." He breathed as he handed me Maya's sweater. Reading the pregnancy announcement message on the tiny shirt, I broke down into more sobs clutching it to my head. How the fuck did I manage to fuck up this badly?!

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gaytommykinard · 12 days ago

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(this...got long. there's a lot of backstory and two OCs. bear with me)

ok i was brainstorming in the gc about this bucktommy different first meeting au thats canon divergence from s2 which would begin with buck as a single dad to a 4 year old

because one day he wakes up and social services is at his (abby's) door like surprise! you have a child! or at least that's what it feels like because buck never knew about the kid's existence because the kid's mom did not deem it worthy to let him know. it's not like she couldn't track him down, they were facebook friends. but she still kept this from him? which would cause him so much turmoil, like, that she didn't want her kid to know buck is her dad? local area man loses last shred of self esteem he already had a strenuous grasp on.

but now she's dead, so he can't even talk to her about it, and yeah, there's a 4 year old girl in his house who is missing her mom and not liking this new stranger at all. buck is trying so fucking hard to not break down in front of her but he comes close several times. like, is he ready to be a dad? hell no! he's not now (27) any more than he was when she was born (23) but the point is he IS a dad and he's trying so hard to be a good one. (listen, if you know more about the system and you think this is all wrong: i am sorry. this is a romcom and/or romdrama genre type of story. okay? cool!)

so this woman, someone he knew briefly, and they didn't exactly date, but it wasn't exactly a one-night-stand either, but this woman put him on the birth certificate because she was planning to tell the kid when she was old enough and let her decide if she wants to meet him. she wasn't planning on having kids this soon (28), but it happened, and she decided to keep it, she had a decent job and her own place and an adorable, grumpy old cat who stuck himself to her 24/7 when she was pregnant. her parents were well off and yes, of course they were disappointed, because they wanted better for her, but they got over it quickly. and she really liked evan, but he was three states over by the time she found out, and it seemed like a headache to try to coparent with the fuck buddy you hardly got to know for the month and a half you were together, anyway.

the tragedy is that buck will never really know that. this is very much a putting him in a jar and shaking it around scenario. the point is... buck is struggling. a lot.

and then he meets tommy one night. a rare night out (it's taken him a while to get everything sorted, get his daughter registered in a preschool, find a reliable babysitter (who knew childcare is so fucking hard to arrange when you're estranged from your family and your friends are either the people who work alongside you or your ex-(frat house)-roommates?) but he's getting a handle on things) and chimney invites him out one night because he's going stir-crazy at home recuperating from the near fatal stabbing and buck owes him for all the babysitting favours (there were like. 3 instances, if that. and chimney volunteered because he's actually good with kids, which totally surprises buck but he trusts chimney. and he trusts hen a little more)

anyway. he shows up at the bar and there's chimney and a total stranger. a very handsome stranger. a very funny, charming, handsome stranger.

and tommy. ten minutes into the conversation (work calls, chimney wanted to know, he has terrible fomo), chimes in with, "wait, you're the probie!" because he'd heard a thing or two from chimney, they kept in touch after he transferred, no one, not even canon, can take away my chimneytommy bestfriendsim from me, okay? like chimney would text tommy "can't believe you abandoned us. the probie just stole the ladder truck to get laid" so tommy does not expect this guy to be that guy from chimney's stories.

and yeah. buck had barely finished his probationary year before he got custody of his daughter. and it's been maybe half a year of trying to parent a grief-stricken 4-year-old with more energy than she knows what to do with (once she warms up to buck, she comes out of her shell, and quite literally wreaks havoc in the new house, which isn't in the best state to begin with anyway). and he's so tired. there's like permanent bags under his eyes and a preschool-slash-childcare calendar floating around in his brain 24/7. he maxes out at two beers and then switches to a glass of wine tommy recommends and nurses it for the rest of the night.

because the two of them stay and keep talking long after chimney heads home. tommy listens as buck rambles on about remy. offers to bring her around harbor and he'll give them both a tour. and buck lights up at that. he's totally enchanted by tommy (and he can't really figure out why just yet)

tommy gets a text from chimney the next day asking if he got lucky. and oh my god he fucking wishes he had gotten lucky. he was so tempted to ask if buck wanted to come over. have another drink with him at home. (if buck was into it, then yes, he'd be totally down to fuck. if he got awkward, tommy would have clarified that it was merely a friendly invitation. it's schrodinger's preposition). but he chickened out at the last minute, because yes, he's out now, but still not as confident as he'd like to be, not brave enough to ask out another firefighter, and definitely not a friend of a friend.

but buck calls him about that tour and tommy is more than happy to show them around. he talks to remy like she's his equal, and she warms up to him right around the end of the tour, finds her voice and asks tommy how high can he fly and tells him she can fly higher than that. tommy finds that adorable. (enough to buy her an RC helicopter for christmas. he "was at the shop buying stuff for the toy drive anyway, evan, it's not a big deal! you're the one who said she asked santa for a helicopter!")

it is absolutely a big deal. buck is like. a puddle on the floor. god help him. and yes at some point it occurred to him that he likes tommy. like-likes him. so buck invites him over on christmas eve eve when they're both off and accidentally-on-purpose catches him under the mistletoe and kisses him.

evan buckley started the year as a straight, single man and a probationary firefighter. and he's finishing it a bisexual dad to his 4 year old daughter, and a "we'll see how it goes but yeah i'll be your date for new years eve" man by his side. and i think that's hilarious.

#send post #bucktommy #single dad buck au #bucktommy au #kid fic ideas

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bingwriterxo · 2 years ago

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first time

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada have your first time together

warnings: smut (character is 18+), 18+ (minors DNI), fingering

word count: 2200+

author's note: here she is: awkward, rambling vada. also (slight spoilers but...) [insert booksmart scene here]

"Mom?" you called out mid-yawn as you made your way downstairs, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up more after the late-afternoon nap you had taken. When you were met with silence, you tried the other parent. "Dad?" Again, no response.

You shrugged as you walked into the kitchen, and your eyes narrowed as you caught sight of a piece of paper laying on the counter. You picked it up and read it over quickly, excitement surging through your veins.

Work trip this weekend. See you Sunday night.

- Mom & Dad

vada can come over :)

The last part was scribbled on like an after-thought, and you knew your dad had written it.

You dropped the paper onto the counter and pulled your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, immediately dialing your girlfriend's number. Leaning back against the counter, you waited for her to pick up.

"Hey." Her voice was groggy, like she had also just woken up.

"Were you sleeping?" you asked.

She hummed. "Yeah. Figured you were asleep when you didn't answer my texts so I thought I'd nap, too." You heard some shuffling on the other end and then Vada yawned. "What's up?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop yourself from grinning. "My mom and dad are gone for the weekend. They said you could come over. I've got the house to myself, so..."

"Movie marathon!" she shouted excitedly. You listened as she scrambled out of her bed, hopping around her bedroom in search for things to pack in her duffle bag. "I'll leave in, like, ten. Put something good on the TV!" You could hear her smiling through the phone.

"Okay, see you soon. Love you."

She squealed. "Love you!"

* * *

The movie playing on the television was boring you half out of your mind. You had chosen a random one that you knew Vada had been wanting to watch with you, and you had tried to focus on it for the first half-hour, but something kept distracting you. Well, something aside from your girlfriend's nonstop rambling.

"I used to have the biggest crush on Blake Lively as a kid, you know," Vada said, her eyes trained on the screen. Her hand was digging in the bowl of popcorn that was resting between the two of you, and you giggled as she shoved some of the snack into her mouth. "But, man, is Anna Kendrick hot," she mumbled around the food. "I mean, obviously I know she's hot, 'cause, like, I'm not blind, but something about her in this movie just hits different."

You weren't ignoring her, per se, but you definitely weren't fully listening, instead choosing to stare at your girlfriend's side profile as she munched on the popcorn and talked with her mouth full--a habit of hers that you had hated at first but now couldn't help find somewhat endearing (as long as you weren't looking at her face-on).

"And, well, Blake Lively is Blake Lively, and who doesn't have a crush on her?" Vada continued. If you had been paying attention to the movie on the screen, you were almost sure you wouldn't have been able to hear any of it over the girl's talking, anyway, so it was better that you weren't watching, right?

When she realized she hadn't heard from you in a few minutes, she glanced your way, and you smiled softly. She offered you a confused grin. "Are you not watching?"

You hummed and turned back to the television. "No, no. I am," you lied. You could feel her eyes on you, and you knew that if you looked at her, she'd be giving you that damn lovestruck look she always had on her face when she was around you, the one that made you weak in the knees and had your heart beating rapidly.

"Y/N," she said, calling your attention back to her. You had been correct--she was staring at you with a half-smile, like she didn't even realize her lips were upturned, and soft eyes,

"Yes?"

Her eyes flitted down to your lips quickly, then back to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

You giggled. "You don't have to ask, Vads. We're dating."

She shrugged, hiding in her shoulders for a moment. "I know," she said, voice shy and slightly embarrassed. "But I just wanna make sure every time. Because, like, what if one day I don't ask, and you don't want a kiss, and then--"

You pressed your lips to hers, effectively silencing her, and sighed when she kissed back eagerly. You reached down, pushed the empty popcorn bowl to the floor, and then easily maneuvered onto Vada's lap. She grinned against you, hands flying to your waist.

"I always like when you're on top when we make out," she began, "because I like the weight." She paused, eyes wide. "I'm not, like, saying you're heavy or anything, not that that would be a problem if you were, obviously, but it's like a weighted blanket! You know, like how they can help anxiety and--"

"Vada," you said softly, eyes flickering between her own.

She gulped, and her fingers twitched against your sweatshirt. "Yeah?"

"Could you just kiss me?"

She bit her lip. "Yeah. That I can definitely do."

Vada stretched her neck up, and you leaned down. You met in the middle, lips moving feverishly against each other. Your arms were wrapped around her shoulders, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, while her hands slipped beneath the hem of your sweatshirt, her skin warm on yours.

Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip at the same time as her fingers rose upward, the tips of her thumbs beneath your breasts. She pulled away quickly. "Are you not..." She moved her hands up a little more, feeling nothing except skin. "You're not wearing a bra."

You shook your head. "Nope." You grinned. "Is that a problem?"

"Definitely not," she breathed out, pulling you back into a bruising kiss. You groaned at the feeling, and she took it as an invitation, her tongue smoothing over your own. Vada's touch rose higher until she was palming your breasts softly, and you hummed against her.

After a moment, you nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away, your breathing heavy as you stared at her. Her pupils were blown, her lips were swollen, and you gulped before reaching down and pulling your sweatshirt off. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Woah," she said as though she had never seen you topless before. You rolled your eyes with a smile because she had the same reaction every time the two of you did this, and then you leaned back in.

She seemed to still against you, and you reached down, urging her hands to keep moving. She took the hint, her thumbs beginning to circle your nipples, and you whined, your hips bucking up before you could stop them.

Vada pulled away and dropped her head to your chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your sternum until she reached your breasts. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, and you threw your head back, a soft moan slipping from your lips. Her tongue ran along the bud while her lips sucked on it.

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, arching your back to push yourself into her touch more.

Her hands dropped to your waist, though her mouth didn't stop, and she played with the hem of your shorts. "Do you wanna...?" she asked when she pulled back, staring up at you, her fingers dipping.

"Yes," you said quickly, nodding to emphasize your agreement. "Yes, please."

Vada grinned, circled her arms around your waist, and then carefully laid you down on the couch, resting between your legs. Her mouth was quickly on your chest again as one of her hands slipped beneath your shorts, her finger running over your clothed slit. You squeaked in delight, hips canting up.

"I can feel you through your underwear," Vada said. "You're really wet."

You nodded shyly, glancing away. "Yeah, well..."

She frowned and reached up, her free hand resting on your cheek and making you look at her again. "It's not bad. It's good. Really good, actually." She grinned, and you couldn't help your own smile. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I have no idea what I'm doing, really. Well, I kind of do, since, you know, I also have a vagina, but, like, I've obviously never had sex with anyone else, so I don't know if I'll do it right, and I want your first time to be good."

"Vads, baby," you cooed. "It'll be great if it's with you."

"Okay, okay," she said. She leaned up and kissed you again, her hand slipping beneath your panties. You both groaned, you at the feeling and her at the feeling of you. She rubbed your clit experimentally and you moaned.

"Shit," you cursed. "Yeah, that's--that's good."

Vada started circling it softly, and you couldn't help your whimpering. She was careful, a little too careful, but you weren't going to rush her, especially since it felt amazing.

"You can..." You gasped as she sped up a little. "Yeah, I was gonna say--"

"That's good, then?" she asked. Her eyes were on you, watching all of your reactions, trying to make sure she was doing the right thing.

"Very," was your short response.

"Can I...well, should I...go in?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Yeah, okay."

Her hand pushed down just a little bit farther, and then--

Oh.

You gasped at the feeling. Vada glanced up. "Is that...okay? Or was it better earlier? Or--"

You gulped and looked down at her, offering her a half-hearted smile. "Babe...I--I don't think that's the hole you were going for..." you whispered, trying not to embarrass her. Her eyes widened, and a blush immediately painted over her face. She pulled out and then pulled away, even though you reached out for her, trying to bring her back in.

"Oh my god, oh my god. I am so sorry," she rushed out. "I just...I didn't even realize that I had gone down that far, and I just went for it, and--oh my god, I am so sorry, baby."

You grabbed at her shirt, pulled her toward you again until she was hovering above you. "It's okay, Vads," you promised. She was fidgety, clearly anxious, and you reached up, cupping her cheek. "Baby, I swear, it's okay."

She bit her lip. "I just fucked up our first time having sex. Oh my god, it's our first time having sex and I just...I just put my finger--"

You giggled a little. "It's okay. I'm fine; we're fine." You leaned up and kissed her gently. "Do you wanna try again?"

Vada looked at you hesitantly. "Can I?" she asked. "I kind of feel like I need to try to redeem myself and get my finger in the right place. Because, I swear, I know where it's supposed to go. I promise."

"Vada, please try again," you said, the pleading in your voice clear as day. "I really want you to."

She nodded. "Okay." She leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, a little rough in her nerves. You didn't mind, accepting the kiss happily.

Her fingers started to roam down your body again, and you inhaled sharply at the feel of her slipping beneath your panties again. Her fingers started at your clit, rubbing quick circles, and you moaned into her, her mouth catching the sound.

"Okay," she said, determined. "This time I got it." Her finger slipped downward, and you felt her pressing against your entrance. "That's right, right?"

"Yes," you said. "Yes, baby. Please, just--"

She pushed her finger into you and you groaned, back arching. "God, you're tight, baby. Feels so good."

"Fuck," you mumbled as she started thrusting. She curled her finger whenever she was fully inside, and it wasn't hard for her to find the rough spot of your walls. "Shit, shit, Vads."

She grinned and dipped down to your neck, lips hot against your skin. You could feel her kissing and nipping and sucking, but you could only pay attention to the fact that she was in you.

"You can," you started breathlessly, "you can add another one."

Vada hummed into your neck and slipped a second finger in you. You gasped at the stretch, hands flying to grip her hair. Her thumb reached up to play with your clit, and she quickened her pace. You were rolling your hips against her, whimpering.

"You're so pretty," she said, voice muffled. "So good, baby."

The praise pushed you to the edge. "Vads, I'm gonna cum," you whined. She thrusted into you hard once, and then again, and then you were cumming around her fingers. At the same moment your orgasm washed through you, her teeth nipped at your pulse point, and you shivered, fingers tightening in her hair and a moan of her name falling from your lips.

She pulled out of you gently, grinning smugly as she did, and you watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them curiously. Her eyes widened. "Okay," she said decidedly. "Next time, I'm going down on you."

You chuckled and bit your lip. "You think there's gonna be a next time?" you teased.

Vada frowned. "I thought I redeemed myself pretty well," she huffed.

"I dunno. We might have to do it again...just to check."

She grinned. "Not a problem with me." And then her lips were on yours again and her hand was sliding down your front.

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mochiroreo · 1 year ago

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I had to sign to the Devil now I’m on

Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, NON-CON, DUBCON, afab!reader, reader being called “honey” most of the time, toxic alpha behavior, threesome, rough unprotected P in V, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral ( f receiving), choking,degradation, biting, primal play (non-consensual), a/b/o terminologies, marking/bonding, spitting, (let me know if I have missed anything!)

Author’s note: screw my halloween thingy. i clearly underestimated myself by thinking that I can write something short and call it a day while working full-time and writing book reviews as a side job lol. love you all and thanks for sticking around!

P.s. this is not beta’d hehe. We die like men.

“Do you need anything else?” Concern was evident on your mother’s voice, her shadow showing that she’s still outside your door, patiently waiting for an answer. “I-I’m fine mom..” you breathlessly answered “I t-think I can h-handle this for now.. thank you.” Before you even finished thanking her, another wave of nausea made you stumble towards you toilet. You tried to empty your stomach that was already empty for days now, puking your heart out.

Hearing you vomiting, your mom entered the room and held your hair out of the way, kneeling with you while rubbing soft circles on your back. She helped you cleaned up yourself, gently laying you down on your bed before arranging an array of snacks and microwaveable soups near your desk along with medication that might help ease out the pain and.. heat spells.

“I will ask your dad to give you space, we will go out for a few days, I know how much you hate our scents at this time. I am so sorry honey I cannot help you—“ “it’s alright mom. This is already too much.” You smiled at her, easing her nerves before quickly pressing a kiss on your forehead, trying not to overwhelm you with her own scent. “Just message us once you feel like its over, okay? Or anything, really.” Giving a curt nod, she left your room, hearing her softly talking to your dad.

Both of your parents are Alphas, based on the genetics class that you took, you have to be an Alpha as well. Everyone around you presented months ahead of you, some even years. Being the only late-bloomer at a small town, word quickly travelled and you were labelled as the “odd” one. You ignored them though, confidently assuring yourself that you are going to be one of the small numbers of being an Alpha. Omegas were very rare as well, yet you would rather be an Alpha with how severe Omega heats are. And as far as you know, if an Omega presents, their heat immediately follows. You really don’t want to be handling two major things in one sitting.

Something in your gut was not feeling right as you listen to your lecturer, taking notes on all the possible symptoms for every class.

You were having a small crisis during one of your breaks at the university, frustrated at still not having a status on the ‘hierarchy’ while ignoring texts from 2 annoying people that you try not to meet on campus every day. Your phone kept on vibrating, making you sigh in annoyance and proceeding to block those 2 numbers despite knowing that they will find another way to send you messages.

The two annoying people that got blocked was JJ and Rafe, who happens to be the top Alphas on the campus that you pay no mind to. Who also happens to be the people you have drunkenly slept with after a night long of partying for the first time. Waking up sandwiched in between of them, all three of you covered in bites and hickeys, your mind quickly presented every possible thing that the woman at campus might do to you. You carefully slide out of their hold and quickly dressed up, tiptoed your way out without even leaving a note.

You tried to act normal the next day, thinking that if you don’t pay any attention to them they wouldn’t notice you nor remember what happened that night. But with how heavy their gazes are towards you, you quickly realised that they are not on the same page as you are. Confusion ate you as to why would it bother them, but you continued to avoid them and their gazes. It was quiet for a while, before they started texting you. It went from “Hi. Its JJ :)” “Hey its Rafe” to “Would really love to feel you again” “you were so hot that night” which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, quickly deleting their messages, only to be met with a new number and tons of missed calls.

You do not get their obsession at all, cause you are pretty sure you were hammered that night. Shots after shots, cocktails after cocktails, you were sure you just got wild and did the usual things to them that would be done with a normal hook up. You did not expect your first time partying to end up in their arms, but sure as hell you do not want to experience whatever might happen if word goes out that you slept with the “hottest” people in your university.

Sighing, you stared at your melting smoothie. The gloomy weather was affecting you as you slowly face the sky. You looked down at your sprawled out notes, trying to talk to yourself to study instead of overthinking about when you would present. The sky looks gloomier, making you quickly pack your things as it looks like its going to rain, when suddenly you felt dizzy.

You quickly balanced yourself, clutching your bag near your chest in shock. You were just thinking on what might be the reason before another wave of dizziness hits you once again. Sitting down slowly on the bench, you quickly messaged your bestfriend if she can take you home. Your best friend immediately came to where you are, helping you on her car. “Holy fuck you look so pale” she commented in the middle of the drive towards your house, your hair sticking at your nape and your forehead as you feel hot and cold at the same time.

Your best friend told your parents what happened, letting you rest. A few days rest would be enough, you thought. That clearly did not work. 5 days went by like a blur, days were spent on having the highest fever ever to vomiting the soup that you ate for lunch. And with how severe and noticeable the symptoms are, your parents chose to go out for a while to not overwhelm you with their pheromones, leaving you alone.

The nausea that you had throughout those days was replaced with something more embarrassing and something that made you cry in frustration. The sudden heat and wetness that kept on pooling on your legs with the excessive amount of releasing pheromones into the air only meant one thing.. you’re presenting as an Omega and you’re having your first heat.

You laid down sweaty on your bed, the room stuffy and boiling hot for you despite the cold autumn air entering through your windows and the AC that you have turned on. A wave of pleasure had hit your body, your hands pushing down the garter of your soaking wet underwear, immediately slipping two fingers in your deprived pussy. You mewled at the sudden feeling, thrusting your fingers almost immediately to relieve yourself. Holding your legs up, you continued to pump your fingers in and out to reach the climax that seems so far away. You cried out in frustration, stopping your actions when you’ve realized that whatever you’re doing is not and won’t be enough unless its an Alpha.

You quickly grabbed your phone beside, messaging your bestfriend about your situation.

“I am hundred percent certain that I’m presenting as an Omega and I’m having my first heat. Do you mind telling Pope to— you know..? Visit me.. if he’s there at the party”

Pope was your safest bet for an Alpha to help you out. The guy was the kindest and definitely one of the smartest people you have ever met, so you trust that whatever he would do would help you and ease the pain. There was a sudden pain in your chest from your heat that pushed you to release more of your scent, you’re breathing so fast that you try to ease the pain by curling into a ball. Waiting for it stop, you heard your phone pinged and quickly took a look at your bestfriend’s message that says “Oh shit, I’m on it 🫡”

You waited for what seems to be hours, as your heat becomes more and more unmanageable. You tried to look decent at least, a red, thin silk nightgown that sits on your body perfect and a properly brushed hair before swiping some strawberry lipgloss. You felt bare and nervous with Pope seeing you in this state, but you cannot help at thinking that this might be a step on having a serious relationship with someone reliable and can help you out with your cycles.

The doorbell rang, making you gulp nervously before trotting downstairs to open the door slightly and what you saw just made your stomach drop along with your smile. “What the hell are you both doing here?” You asked with squinted eyes, holding the doorknob tightly.

JJ’s huge smile greeted you while Rafe just smirked in amusement. “Are you that disappointed to see us?” JJ asked, making you squint harder at him in annoyance. Rafe just chuckled before pouting to mock at your expression, leaning on the door frame which made you close the door a bit more. “Aww, she doesn’t wanna see us.” “Shut up. I asked you guys a question, what are you both doing here?” You continued, trying not to get overwhelmed with both of their scents as you will yourself not to give in.

“Well, we heard something from a little birdie that someone has presented as an Omega and well.. that someone, requires some top Alpha service.” JJ answered behind Rafe, a menacing smile on his face as he stares on your paling face. “Mhm,” Rafe nods in agreement before slightly pushing the door, gripping the edge tightly. “Do you know who that new Omega is?” The slight push exposed your thin nightgown, and based on Rafe’s darkening expression and JJ’s slightly wide eyes, you knew that you’re running out of time to push them away.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” With an eye roll, you were about to slam the door, when both of them pushed it to stop you. You were still holding the door knob so you tried to push it close only to be met with resistance. “Seriously, you’re fucking choosing Pope? When you have us?” Rafe asks, his blue eyes staring at you so intently as he try to sneak a peek at your body behind the door. You heard JJ sigh, laying his palm flat on your door, hearing the clunk of his rings. “You know.. I feel a bit betrayed. You, choosing a good friend of mine, instead of me? Have you forgotten what you said to us THAT night?”

His emphasis made you shut your eyes, the image of their bare torsos flooding your memory and their breathless sighs made you clench your legs, unknowingly releasing some pheromones into the air that wafted straight into their nostrils. Both taking a deep breath, your scent smelling like amber, honey, and vanilla, making both of them salivate. You snapped out of your daze when you noticed them being quiet, realising your mistake when you noticed that their eyes are almost black,irises swallowing the pretty blue hues of their orbs.

You tried to push the door shut once again, both Rafe and JJ trying to push it open. “Open the door, honey. Come on.” Rafe said menacingly, staring you down. The vast difference of your size to them made you shiver in fear and anticipation on what they might do to you. You slapped yourself mentally before trying to push it shut again. JJ clicked his tongue before sighing “That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath before giving Rafe a short nod. Rafe just smirked before they both gave the door one solid push, making you tumble backwards.

Preventing yourself from falling backwards, you immediately balanced yourself, slowly stepping back while maintaining eye contact with the two. Your heart is pounding inside your chest so loud that you can hear it together with your heavy breaths. Rafe and JJ’s stature just scares you, their toned arms ready to capture you as they walk towards you like a predator catching its prey. When a click was heard with JJ shutting the door, you quickly grabbed whatever was near you, which happens to be a vase, and threw it towards the two.

With Rafe being the closest, he barely managed to dodge it, scraping the side of his arm. He just looked at you, snapping his neck as he chuckles. “Oh woohh..” he exhaled, a menacing smirk on his lips as JJ just laughed beside him. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled lowly, not taking his eyes of your quivering form. “Run, honey. Cause once we catch you—“ you did not even let JJ finished his sentence before you start running upstairs, hearing their laughter echoing throughout the empty house.

You were panicking, trying to wrack your brain on where to hide. Your house was a decent size, so even though there’s not much place to hide, you still knew what places they might not even spare a glance. You crawled inside a spacious cupboard that is concealed behind the door in your guest bathroom, talking to yourself inside your head to slow down your breathing.

“Honey~ come out, come out wherever you are~” JJ called out in a singsong way while Rafe just chuckled. You heard their steps getting closer before hearing them walk away to check whatever room they haven’t checked. Covering your mouth in fear, you closed your eyes to stop yourself from shivering. You just wanted this to end, this fucking heat. This situation. This was far from what you wanted already, from discovering you’re an omega to seeing the people that you hate so much outside of your house instead of Pope.

It was suspiciously quiet, yet you did not move. You were still trying to control your thoughts and your shivering body, your hair sticking into your skin with how warm you are feeling because of your heat and because of the cramped space. You felt another ripple of pleasure, making you close your eyes shut. “Not now, not now, not now” you plead to yourself, the heat being way more worse after the confrontation. You didn’t hear anything from outside. Trusting your gut feeling, you removed your hands from your mouth and finally opened your eyes.

Only to be met with Rafe and JJ’s big smile that made the blood drain from your face.

“Boo.”

A deafening scream escaped your throat as Rafe grabbed you out of your hiding space, your arm suffering from a bruising grip. You did not stop trying to hit him or JJ even when he carried you over his shoulder, trying to hit his back while also aiming to kick JJ. Rafe smacked your ass, the pain immediately traveling to your wet core. JJ smelled it in the air, watching you sob as Rafe plopped you down on your bed. They both stared at your disheveled state, your nightgown sticking to your skin, highlighting your pebbled nipples that are now evident thanks to the cold air from you open window.

Both men did not waste any time, taking off their clothes as you watch in shock. You cannot help your eyes trailing down, from their faces that showed no other emotion than want, to their taut arms and muscles. Your eyes widened when you saw how huge their cocks are just because of your heat, Rafe’s longer and a bit curved while JJ’s a good length yet clearly thicker than the other, making you gulp in fear and anticipation, your hormones taking over your mind as it turns into a mush.

They were both beside you in an instant, with Rafe landing a slap on your cheek that does not sting much yet brought your mind down back to your body again. “Why can’t you just follow, huh? This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to us.” You continued to just stare at him, trying to cover your breasts using your arms before you felt JJ wrapping his hand around your neck. “He is asking a question, honey. Come on now.”

Your eyes started to water yet you felt your pussy clench on nothing, instead of answering, you have accidentally let out a soft mewl.

“Fuck, look at you.” JJ spoke, licking his lips as his hold on your neck slightly tightened. “Who would have known that you will love this?” Rafe grabbed the neck line of your night gown before ripping it, making you gasp. You felt vulnerable by the sudden action, trying to cover up your body which made them both annoyed.

“Who told you to cover yourself up, slut?” You felt Rafe smack your leg, before shoving it upwards to show them your weeping cunt. Your face heated up in shame with how wet you are, your own juices trailing down your legs. You didn’t get to answer back as JJ lets go of his hold on your neck before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and extra messy because of what your heat was doing to them. He tasted every corner of your mouth as you obediently open to let him, tongues dancing with each other, biting his bottom lip which made him groan into your mouth. The sound made your pussy clench on nothing, making Rafe laugh mockingly.

“Aww, look at this weeping cunt. I bet you had a hard time huh? It’s alright, I will make you feel good.” You didn’t have enough time to get down from the high of JJ’s kiss when you felt Rafe lick your folds slowly, coating his tongue in your essence. The action made you grip JJ’s hair while he press wet kisses on your neck, sucking and licking as he covers you with hickeys.

Your brain turned into a mush, the fight inside of you now long gone as you feel mind-numbing pleasure from the both of them. Rafe continued to plunge his tongue inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, his mouth and chin covered in your slick as he continue to eat you out. Sliding a finger inside of you, you immediately moaned and clenched, making the kook king smirk mockingly. “And she wants to put up a fight? Hah.” JJ commented before latching on your nipples, teasing it between his teeth and feeling it harden on his tongue. You don’t know what’s happening anymore, other than the feel of their mouths on your body. Rafe slipped in another finger, and another when you mewled.

His three fingers pumped in an out of you, setting a punishing pace. You had long shut your eyes, brows scrunched in pleasure with your mouth agape. JJ tapped your cheek repeatedly, making you open your eyes. “Keep your eyes open and watch us fuck you.” You watched Rafe suck your clit, fingers squelching as it tries to go deeper everytime, and when he curved his fingers and felt that rough texture, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, snapping open that release that you’ve wanted for days.

Rafe felt your pussy flood with your cum, clenching hard on his fingers. Continuing still, JJ grinned when he watched your legs shake, making Rafe pull back. “Oh shit” he muttered, both of them seeing the liquid gushing out of your cunt. “God.. thats fucking hot.” Brushing his hair upwards, while Rafe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, your chest heaving up and down.

You were tired but not yet satisfied as your mouth waters at the sight of their cocks, seemingly larger than earlier. You wanted to suck and taste it, feel it heavy on you tongue but it seems like they don’t want that today. Both men positioned your body for what they want to do, JJ sliding underneath you with Rafe positioning himself above you. Your eyes were slowly closing, before a slap echoed on the room. “Fucking wake up, you hear me?” With a clenched jaw, Rafe grabbed you by the jaw with force, making you nod your head. JJ cackled, pressing his bare chest on yours. “Where’s the fight that you had earlier? Gone already?” He continued to made fun of you, feeling him rub his tip to your puckered hole. “Knew it was this easy to get you like this. Why are you even playing hard to get?”

Being sandwiched between them two sent your brain into an overload. All you were thinking about was the relief and pleasure of having them and taking them both. The fight inside of you turned into craving the feeling of their lips on your skin, their pheromones clouding your mind as much as your cloud theirs. You felt your slick drip down, from your puffy pussy lips to your hole. You felt the soft tip of JJ’s cock poking your hole, lubricating it with your slick and with his pre-cum before pushing in slowly. The intrusion made your body tense up, craning your head back and resting it on his shoulder. JJ hissed with the tightness, holding in a breath as he push,push,push inside of you. Rafe noticed how you scrunched your eyebrows, making him rub circles on your clit to loosen you up.

The sudden action made you scratch JJ’s arm that was holding you in place, squirting as he is finally balls deep inside of you. JJ lets out a shaky breath while Rafe only chuckled, before pushing his huge cock inside of you without warning. You gasped, looking down to slightly to see his flushed body connecting with yours while feeling JJ behind you, hands now holding your legs open. Leaning closer, Rafe growled in your ear while JJ moaned on the other side. Both men tentatively gave you one hard thrust, making you clench on the both of them.

The action made both of them give you another hard thrust, hands digging on your waist and hips, trying to create a rhythm. Rafe’s thrust were continuous and forceful, immediately hitting your sweet spot which made you curl your toes while JJ’s were short yet deep, stuffing your entrance so full of his thick cock that all you can think about is how full you are and how mind-numbing the pleasure is.

JJ constantly sucks hickeys on the side of your neck while Rafe attacks your lips with a searing kiss, their hips never stopping as drools drips from the side of your lips. Both blondes cannot help but bask on the feeling of your wetness and the squelching sounds your holes are making while you moan so erotically for them to hear, your sweet scent making it more pleasurable for them. “I-I’m close.. oh god I’m so c-close..!” You tried to warn them, holding Rafe close as you drag your nails on his back making the taller male stutter out a low moan.

Your warning just made JJ’s urge to own you stronger, grabbing your hips in a bruising hold as he piston his hips, feeling his wet balls smacking your ass with every thrust, prompting Rafe to do the same. “Take it— fuck, take it you fucking whore..!” He whispered with Rafe wrapping his hand on your neck, squeezing slightly making you open your eyes. “Doesn’t this remind you of that night?” He asks, following JJ’s rhythm. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with pleasure, constantly moaning and releasing a series of ah,ah,ah as a bitch in heat. “You told us you are ours that night, stuffing you so full like this.” He smirked at you, watching how filthy you look like, taking both of their cocks and letting them have their way with you. JJ chuckled breathlessly when he hear what Rafe said “yeah— fuck— remember how she moaned that night while holding her legs open? Then acted like nothing happened, now look at you. Back to doing it again for us.”

You were too far gone. Their comments slipping down your brain as your body focused on the fullness and the harsh circles on your clit that you don’t even know who’s giving you with your eyes rolled at the back of your head. “C-coming..!” You didn’t even finished your warning as you cum, clenching on both of them tightly. Yoyur body convulsed, mouth slack and open which prompted Rafe to spit on it. Both men felt your hot slick wetting them both, chasing their own highs.

JJ looked at Rafe, licking his bottom lip before cocking an eyebrow. A silent challenge to the other alpha male before sinking his teeth on your shoulder blade. The sharp pain made you open your eyes full of unshed tears, breathing heavy as pain and pleasure mixed inside of you. JJ licked the wound, pressing with kisses before huskily moaning, releasing his cum deep inside of you, filling you up as he relishes on the high from the sex and from marking you as his. “Mine.” JJ whispered while looking at Rafe, clearly challenging the other with a smug smirk.

Rafe snarled, baring his teeth on the other blonde before thrusting deep inside of your abused cunt and biting the other side of your shoulder. His bite was rougher than the other, hot pain searing inside of you as you open your mouth in a silent scream before feeling him cum deep inside of you. Kissing the bitten area of your shoulders, they both stayed inside of you before pulling out at the same time. Your tired state was evident with how flushed your cheeks are and how your eyes were barely open.

Both of them stood up, JJ laying down your tired form properly on the bed while Rafe grabs a wet cloth to clean you up. While cleaning you properly, both men cannot help but watch you sleep while baring their marks, officially marking you as theirs. They want you for themselves but both of them won’t back down, settling on the terms that they share you, as long as its only the two of them that gets to taste and fuck you.

They held your body close, the haze of stuffing you full still buzzing on their system as they settle beside you. Looking at their bite marks, both of them grinned foolishly, finally claiming you as theirs.

“You fucking assholes!”

Both men immediately sits up in shock, still sleepy from the draining activities last night. When they both opened their eyes, they saw you standing in front of your mirror, staring at the bites that they left on each of your shoulder blades in horror.

You looked at both of them in disbelief, hiding the marks with your hands while you sob. JJ and Rafe just smiled at you, clearly proud of their work. “Get out— get out!” You screamed at their faces, ignoring the fact that your heat is still not finished yet. Feeling betrayed that they staked their claim. Now everyone will know who claimed you, their pheromones will always cling on your skin and your body reacting more actively when they’re closer because they had bonded you without your consent. You sobbed at the fact that instead of having someone mature to help you out on your heat cycles, you instead got two of the most possessive bastards in the world.

Rafe just leaned back while JJ rested his head on his hands. “Now, now” JJ started. “I think you need to calm down. We really need to teach our little omega how to speak to her Alphas properly, right, Rafe?” The other just chuckled, eyeing your naked body with lust. “Oh definitely. I cannot have a bratty little omega prancing around with such a dirty mouth. I guess, we both need to stuff her mouth with our cocks, put her into place huh?” You ignored them and screamed “oh fuck off! You fucking pieces of shit!” Your chest was heaving in anger.

Rafe grabbed the lamp besides him and threw it on the wall behind you while JJ lets out a warning growl.

You just stared at them in shock, covering your now cowering body as they stare at you intensely with clenched jaws. JJ stood up, walking towards you before dragging you forcefully towards the bed by your hair. Letting out a scream,he shoved you down the bed with your ass propped up for both of them to see, before landing a harsh spank on your ass. You cried out in pain, before feeling Rafe’s hand on your nape, pressing you down and choking you.

“You are ours. OURS.” He threatened through clenched teeth.

The sun went down. The day ended with you covered and full with their cum, using and abusing all your holes, covered in hickeys and bruises that will last for days. Clearly expecting you to learn your lesson, your mind blank as you take and take whatever they give you.

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Batting Practice Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley senses you're giving him the cold shoulder. He hates waking up alone, especially on his birthday. But the rec league tryouts and a shopping trip with Everett hopefully puts him one step closer to what he really wants.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley woke up alone in his bed on his birthday. Sure, it was a work day for the two of you, but he couldn't help but feel like you'd become a little distant with him since Sunday evening.

He wanted to move in with you and Everett, but it wasn't that simple. It was actually complicated as hell. And now he was thinking he shouldn't have been getting Everett's hopes up about it.

Things were moving fast. Probably too fast. Bradley was all in, but he didn't know if you'd even want to take things to the next level with him. Yeah, you wanted him to move in, but he wanted you to be his family. But you'd been married before, and there was no doubt that Danny had probably ruined that entire experience for you.

And not only had Bradley never moved this fast before, he'd also never thought about buying a ring before. He'd barely had girlfriends who lasted longer than a damn month, always bailing as soon as it was clear his feelings were nowhere near as strong as his partner's.

He wasn't sure exactly why you were different, but you were. He wanted to stick around. And he didn't like waking up alone anymore. And now he convinced himself to stop for a little birthday treat, but the Starbucks took so long, he was going to be late for work.

"Damn it," he growled. You had better coffee at your house, but you hadn't invited him to stay over the past few nights.

Tryouts for the Navy baseball league were being held this evening. Bradley packed the red and white striped Phillies socks you and Everett gave him for his birthday for good luck. When he had asked yesterday if the two of you would be able to come watch, you'd given a vague answer about work and picking Ev up from summer camp.

Bradley drank his hot coffee too fast and had to practically run to the simulation room to get there on time. "Happy birthday," Nat crooned when he walked in out of breath. "Wow, you look like shit today."

"Thanks?" He was already grouchy, and now he had to sit by his best friend who was notoriously annoying when he was in a bad mood. But luckily Admiral Simpson was calling everyone to attention.

After hours of testing out new simulation software, only stopping for a soggy sandwich for lunch, Bradley's mood hadn't improved. He missed it when you packed his lunch for him. You had sent him a text that said Happy Birthday! which he supposed was a good thing, but he wanted you telling him you couldn't wait to see him later. If you and Ev weren't at the tryout, then what was the point? He really only sent an application because he knew Ev wanted him to play in the first place.

"You ready to pitch?" Bob asked him with a grin in the locker room after they had been dismissed for the day.

"Yeah," Bradley grunted.

He watched Bob's smile turn to a frown. "If you want to play shortstop instead, I'm sure nobody will care. I thought you were looking forward to this."

"I am," Bradley said, trying to sound reassuring.

Bob hummed. "I can't wait to see Molly. I've barely seen her since Sunday with her work schedule, but she promised me she would be there."

And now Bradley was scared you wouldn't show.

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You rushed out of work, your high heels clicking across the tile floor in the lobby. Thirty minutes. You had thirty minutes to pick Everett up and drive across town to get to Bradley's baseball tryout on time.

As you drove to get Ev, you thought maybe this was why he didn't want to move in with you; everything you did was on the other side of the city from everything he did. Or, you thought, perhaps Bradley just didn't feel comfortable in your house yet. Or maybe he just really didn't want to be around you and your son all day, every day. But it didn't really matter, because your feelings were hurt. And you were finding it hard to be happy for Molly and Bob now.

When Everett got in the car, the first words out of his mouth were, "Are we going to the tryout? Did you bring my sign?"

You nodded and told him, "Yeah, we can go. Your sign is in the trunk." He had spent an hour last night coloring on some poster board, making a sign so he could cheer for Bradley.

"It's starting soon!" he whined as you drove as quickly as you could. The tryouts were being held at a beautiful facility near the naval base, and you actually got there with a few minutes to spare. Everett was out of the car and opening your trunk before you even grabbed your sneakers off the passenger side floor.

"Calm down, Ev. It didn't start yet." You and he walked past Bradley's Bronco, and once you got onto the soft grass, you changed into your other shoes while you walked.

"I'm going to get a spot on the bleachers!" Everett called, running ahead of you. But your eyes caught on Bradley and Bob, standing next to each other and leaning on the chest high chainlink fence. They were facing away from you, looking out over the infield. You had missed Bradley all week, and you knew that you needed to get over the way you felt. He was right; you could revisit that conversation later. Right now, you just wanted him to come home with you and stay all night. You had cupcakes waiting for him just in case.

You were approaching them, ready to surprise him with a huge birthday hug, when you heard Bob ask Bradley, "Think you'll move in with them?"

Bradley took his backwards cap off, and you froze as he ran his hand through his hair. "I think we're holding off for now," he said, turning his cap the other way before leaning on the fence again.

"Why?" Bob asked. "Everett seems to think you'd make a great roommate. He said he wants you to move into their extra bedroom." He chuckled, but Bradley shook his head. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted to walk away, but you just couldn't. So you stood there with your high heels in one hand, feeling like you were going to cry.

"It's not that easy," Bradley said softly. "There's a lot to consider. I know Ev's excited about the idea of it, but the reality would be that his mom's boyfriend would be living there. I just don't know if it's what I should do."

Then Bob asked the question that popped into your mind. "Do you still have reservations? About Everett?"

"Hell no, man!" Bradley said loudly. He sounded angry. "No! I love that kid more than anything. I'd love to be his dad someday. I'd adopt him tomorrow. I just want to do right by both of them. And I'm not exactly sure what that means."

You were dizzy. His words hit you right in the chest. Your mouth was hanging open and you felt out of breath. He was talking about adopting Everett like he'd already made his mind up.

"That makes sense," Bob said. "Does she know how you feel?"

Bradley was quiet for a few seconds. "She knows I love her. I told her I'm not going anywhere. I'm ready for more commitment."

You ran up behind him, closing the short distance and squeezing him around the waist from behind.

"Kitten!" He turned, and then you were hugging him with your face smashed to his chest, smiling so hard.

"Happy birthday," you mumbled, kissing him just above the collar of his tee shirt. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he immediately replied, rubbing his big hands along the back of your suit coat and kissing the top of your head.

You turned your head and said, "Hi, Bob." But then a loud whistle filled the air and you looked up at Bradley.

He kissed you hard on the lips before he said, "Time for tryouts, Kitten."

"Will you sleep over later?" you blurted out as he pulled free of your grasp.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head again. Then he bent and picked up his gear bag. "That would make me so happy."

As he stepped onto the field with Bob, you called out, "You can do it, Coach!"

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Bradley was sweating. It was hot, and he was nervous. "It's just for fun," he muttered to himself as he stood on the pitcher's mound. "Just a rec league." Then he threw a slider to the catcher and let out the breath he had been holding. When he glanced to his right, he saw Everett sitting between you and Molly, and he was holding up a sign that made Bradley smile.

GO COACH BRADLEY!

He did not want to let that kid down, so he threw a decent fastball for his second pitch. He could hear you and Everett cheering for him as he threw a changeup. The catcher gave him a thumbs up before throwing the ball back, and Bradley was starting to feel good now. So threw two more sliders, and he just kept getting better.

When the coach asked him to throw one more pitch, he went with a curveball. And then it was time for batting, and on his very first swing, he hit a home run.

He was a bit stunned, but he could hear Everett freaking out, so he ran the bases for fun while Bob and some of the other guys gave him high fives down the third baseline.

"Damn, you played in college didn't you?" the coach asked as Bradley picked up his bat once again.

"Yeah," he said with a laugh.

"That was an impressive hit. You've got a great arm, too."

"I actually used to play shortstop," Bradley told him, adjusting his hat and getting ready to bat again.

"Well if you want to pitch, then you made the team."

Bradley looked over to Everett and then back to the coach. "Seriously? I already made the team?"

"Definitely."

Bradley tried to reel in his smile as he hit a few more balls and then went to sit on the bench while someone else tried their hand at batting. But he just couldn't wait to get up on the bleachers and tell Everett that he made the summer league team.

Bradley waited for the tryouts to officially end, hoping Bob would make the team too. His fellow aviator was fast and always seemed to make the catches in the outfield look like a walk in the park. When Bob joined him in the dugout, they stood next to each other, awaiting the final roster from the coach.

"First base: Hamilton. Second Base: McPhee. Shortstop: Yang. Third base: Ruiz. Catcher: Hernandez. Pitcher: Bradshaw. Relief pitcher: Matthews."

Bob elbowed Bradley in the side and smiled at him.

"Right field: Merrick. Left field: Wiley. Centerfield: Floyd. I'll post some bench positions as well. Thanks for trying out."

Then the coach handed each of the starting players a navy blue and white cap. Once they were dismissed, Bradley had Bob in a tight hug.

"I didn't know you'd be this excited, Rooster," Bob said with a laugh. "You made pitcher!"

"Oh, man," Bradley said, slapping him on the back before letting go. "I missed playing. You were right. This is going to be so much fun."

"You just want to show off for your girlfriend," Bob told him, slipping the cap on his head.

"You just want to show off for your girlfriend," Bradley replied, rolling his eyes and gathering his glove and bat together. Then he slipped his cap on as well, and they climbed out of the dugout, side by side.

"I'm so in love with her," Bob mumbled, and Bradley saw Molly standing next to you and Everett, waving to Bob like she couldn't wait to see him. Then he looked at you, and Bradley's heart started pounding. But it was Everett running toward him with the poster board that really made Bradley smile.

"Did you make the team?" he asked, and Bradley scooped him up in a hug.

"Well they gave us these hats," Bradley said, putting his on Everett's head. "What do you think?"

"They made the team!" Everett shouted to you and Molly. Bradley carried your son over to you and kissed your lips.

"We knew you would," you told him as you wrapped your arms around him and Everett. "You were so good, Coach."

"It's your birthday and you made the team!" Everett said, wrapping his arms around Bradley's neck.

This was exactly how Bradley always wanted to be. He felt comfortable, welcome, safe and loved. He kissed Everett's cheek and nodded. "It's a pretty great day."

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Everyone followed you back to your house, and you were thankful you had taken the time to get those birthday cupcakes for Bradley. He ended up tossing some hot dogs and burgers on the grill in your backyard, even though you told him you didn't mind cooking his birthday dinner.

"Go relax," Bradley told you, nodding toward your deck where Molly and Bob were blowing bubbles with Everett. "I'll take care of it." He kissed you and sipped his beer before flipping the burgers.

You patted his butt in his snug baseball pants and whispered, "And later, I'll take care of you." His smirk as you walked away had you giggling.

When you ate dinner on the deck as the evening sky darkened, you watched Everett where he sat on Bradley's lap eating a burger. "Are you going to get to throw all kinds of pitches? Are you going to start every game?"

Bradley held a napkin so Everett's ketchup wouldn't drip and answered every single question. He never seemed annoyed. He never gave you the impression that your son was irritating him. They seemed like they were cut from the same cloth, and honestly it made your heart skip wildly every single time.

"Yep, I get to work with the catcher about which pitches I should throw," Bradley told him. "And I get to start the games."

Then Bradley turned and smiled at you when Everett started interrogating Bob across the table.

"I love you." The words came so easily now, you said them without thinking about it much. You'd missed him over the past few days, thinking he just didn't want to move in with you. But he probably just needed more time. You weren't in any hurry anyway. You and Everett could wait for Bradley to want to move in.

"Love you, too, Kitten," Bradley replied, reaching for your hand. Molly grimaced and pretended to gag on her cupcake which made both of you laugh.

"Like you're any better?" you asked her, kicking her foot under the table.

"Never said I was," Molly replied, running her fingers through Bob's hair as he told Everett about the rec league. Bob reached up and took her hand in his, kissing her fingers while Everett asked him another question.

"This was nice," you said with a nod, smiling at everyone before you stood to clean up the dishes. But Molly and Bob ended up cleaning everything while Bradley took Everett to get ready for bed.

And a little while later, Bradley was the one one grunting in your ear. "This is nice," he groaned, unclasping your bra. "I love unwrapping my birthday presents." He palmed your breasts with a smile on his face.

"I can't wait to see what you wrap up for my birthday," you moaned as he scooped you up and set you down on your bed. You were completely naked for him except for your paw print necklace. He pressed a kiss to the charm before kissing your lips.

"You can have anything you want, Kitten," he promised. And you thought about having a million more nights like this one, with family dinners and then Bradley's body pressed to yours.

His shirt was off, biceps warm beneath your palms. "Well you can have anything you want."

Bradley froze with his lips on your nipple. He ran his nose down the valley between your breasts before kissing your sternum and looking up at you. "I want you to know that I am not going anywhere, Kitten."

You nodded and whispered, "I know that."

"I want to be here for you and Ev," he said, kissing the undersides of your breasts. "I want... I want you to know I'm not hesitating to move in because of me. So if you and Everett really, honestly want me here all the time, I have one condition."

You took a deep breath, getting nervous as your legs rubbed the rough fabric of his baseball pants. "What's your condition?" you asked softly.

"A stronger commitment," he said, nodding once like it was nonnegotiable.

But you weren't sure what to think. "What does that mean?"

Bradley's lips returned to your body after he said, "It means you'll be my family someday soon. I hope."

He reached for your hands as you processed his words. Family. You already felt like he was. "Okay."

Bradley held your hands above your head and kissed you until you were whimpering for him. Then he unzipped his baseball pants and pulled himself free as you spread your legs wider. He ran his fingers along your pussy, head tipped back as he moaned your name. Then he coated himself up with his fingers before pressing inside you.

"I love you," he whispered, fucking you nice and slow. It was his birthday, but you were the one getting it exactly how you needed it. "Love you so much, Kitten."

You combed your fingers through his hair, thinking about how he wanted even more of a commitment. What more could he give you right now? He made you feel like you had everything.

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On Monday, you let Bradley pick your son up from summer camp. Everett came bounding toward him, surprised and excited that Bradley was there.

"Are we going to practice baseball stuff today?" Everett asked after he hugged Bradley.

"Nope," Bradley told him, turning his cap backwards and leading him toward the Bronco. "I've got something important that I need your help with."

Everett gasped. "Like a secret mission?"

"Exactly like that," Bradley replied, opening the back door for Everett to climb in.

He'd given this a lot of thought after spending the weekend at your house, falling even more in love with the two of you. After Saturday morning pancakes and an outing to hunt for baseball cards, Bradley treated everyone to a movie and popcorn. The fact that you and Everett wanted him to sit in the middle because you both wanted to be by him had him grinning.

"Are we going to be spies?" Everett's eyes were huge as he buckled himself in. "They go on secret missions all the time for stuff."

"Not quite," Bradley replied with a laugh. "I need your help shopping."

Everett groaned as Bradley closed the door and climbed in the front seat. "But I don't like shopping!" he complained, and Bradley was still laughing.

"I don't really either, kiddo. But this is shopping for something really important to me," he said, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. "Think you can help me out? Just this once? I'll get you a chicken nugget Happy Meal when we're done."

"Yeah," Everett sighed. And a few minutes later, Bradley was scooping him out of the booster seat and taking him inside the jewelry store.

Once they were in front of the case of diamond rings, Bradley asked, "Do you think your mom would like any of these?" Maybe it was silly to ask a seven year old for help picking out an engagement ring, but Bradley knew you'd like the ring even more if they picked it out together. If you said yes.

Bradley's palms were starting to sweat as Everett scanned everything inside the case. Things were moving fast. There was a solid chance you were going to say no. Or tell him you weren't ready. But Bradley wanted this. He needed to know what was coming next if he moved into your house. He wanted to know he could be with the two of you forever.

Just as he felt a wave of panic wash over him, Everett pointed at one ring in particular. "That one looks like a baseball," he said, looking up at Bradley and grinning. "I think she would like a baseball ring from you."

"Yeah?" Bradley asked, bending to look at it. When the shop owner came over, he only asked to see that one ring. It was really pretty, and it seemed like something you would wear. Just a solitaire diamond with a platinum band. It was elegant and simple. Not overly frilly, but still something that made you want to stop and look at it. And once Bradley was holding it in his hand, he really thought it was perfect.

He braced himself to hear the price while he dropped the ring into Everett's hand. Everett tried it on his index finger and laughed at how big it was. The price was manageable, and Bradley briefly considered sending a picture of it to Molly for final approval before deciding against it.

"You know what?" he asked Everett. "I think we did a good job with this."

"We did," Everett replied with a nod. "She's gonna like it."

Bradley handed the ring across the counter along with his credit card. "I'll take it." He had no idea if it would fit you, but they could deal with that later. Because now he was in a state of shocked anticipation. He wanted to drive right to your place and beg you to marry him. He wanted to show you the ring and hope you'd say yes.

"She'll like anything you give her. Especially if you say you want to get married!" Everett said with wide eyes.

"I hope you're right, kiddo," Bradley said, running his hand through his hair. But now Everett's forehead was scrunched with concern. "What's wrong?"

Everett got quieter as he asked, "Does this mean you'll be my dad?"

Bradley swallowed hard and knelt down in front of him. Everett's eyes were so open and sincere, curious to know what this meant for him. "Ev," he started, unsure about how to answer. "If your mom and I are going to get married, then I'll be there all the time. I'll move into your house. We can do your homework together, and eat dinner. And I'll take you outside to play every day. Does that make sense?"

"But will you be my dad?" he asked again, and Bradley pulled him into a tight hug. Because he wanted to be. But he couldn't make a promise without talking to you. Without proposing to you first.

"I hope so, okay?" Bradley's voice was deep and raspy. "I love you."

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Our favorite coaches made the team! Do we think Ev and Bradley have good taste in rings? Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 25

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ivysturnss · 5 months ago

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Transition -Sturniolo Triplets

Summary:Where the triplets come back home and have some news waiting for them.

Warnings: FLUFF!!! Usual swearing , mentions of surgery , crying ,questioning ur gender and I think that's it.

Pairing: older bro!triplets x ftm!reader

A/N: reader is 17 in this and I'm sorry if its bad I thought of this on the spot

Nick Matt Chris MaryLou You

Divider- @ issysh3ll

You was currently sat up on the kitchen counter with my mom infront of u calming u down whilst small tears run down ur cheeks "What if they don't accept me!" "Buddy look at me please" you wipe ur nose with a tissue your mom had given u a few minutes prior then drifting ur eyes to look at her. "Are you listening to yourself right now , one of your brothers is gay and they accepted him ur not any different sweetie!" "I am though , nick hasn't changed he just likes boys but ive changed completely I haven't seen them in 9 months and the last time they saw me I was their little sister with long curly hair and braces." you say slightly raising ur voice and tears were now flowing heavily.

It was true the last time u had seen ur triplet brothers u had curly brown hair what hung just past ur chest , braces with pink bands , nails did but very short what u was forced to have done by ur best friend. None of ur friends and family knew at the time but just before ur brothers had came 9 and a half months ago u was questioning ur gender , long nights spent scrolling through tiktok and Pinterest looking at hairstyles for boys , male clothing just anything "boyish" in general and that's when it dawned on you. Im trans! You took inspiration from matts anxiety journal to make your own journal but instead of it being for anxiety you named it "Transition Journal". Any spare time you had you would write down ur thoughts , ways to tell ur family, name ideas and in the end it was full to the brim. It was a mix of a scrapbook and a diary it had photos cut out of outfits and where to buy the clothes and accessories from written next to it aswell as haircuts cut out so when u came out and got ur hair done you could show the barber what u wanted.

"No one else in the family views u any different so I highly doubt they will but if they dont they are getting the next flight back to la and never coming back in this house!" This makes you let out a little laugh and smile "That's not very nice you can't just kick them out like that" " I suppose that is a bit mean but whatever it takes to have u happy!" "Thanks , I'm so tired after all this crying so I'm going to get out of this and take a nap but can u text me when they are here and where they are in the house?" "Of course I can I'll also tell them not to go in your room have a good nap!"

3 hours and 15 minutes later

Your pov:

I wake up from my nap and automatically hear shouting and laughter downstairs so without even checking my phone I know my brothers are home , I sit up against my headboard and grab my phone and reply to a few of my friends who messaged me before checking my moms message.

Mom

-Hey buddy , we are all sat in the living room but we are watching a film so they are distracted so if you want a drink you will be able to get to the kitchen if you move quick enough.

You

-Alright I'll come down now please keep them distracted

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I put my socks back on and fix my hair a bit before grabbing my phone and putting it in my pocket then quietly making my way to the stairs. I get halfway down and look to my side to see them all engrossed on the tv so I make a run for it running down the stairs and into the kitchen. I open the fridge and take out one of my Arizonas and slowly walking into the living room. When I reach the couch i sit down beside Chris casually taking a sip of my drink placing it on the small wooden table next to his pepsi. "There you are how was ur nap flo?" he asks still not taking his eyes of the tv but hearing him call u your dead name just felt weird the last time u was called it was a few months ago by a substitute in school but that wouldn't happen anymore as u had just graduated. I didn't answer him as technically he was speaking to no one and this makes him look at me , his head hadn't even turned half way before he quickly stands up Infront of me "What the fuck are u standing up for!" All i do was stare back at him as my body just froze there was two ways this could go he could either hug me and support me or could shout at me and leave and i wasn't sure what was happening. Matt and nick look over at me and do the exact same thing as chris and stand either side of him and because none of them where speaking i decide to.

End of ur pov

"I um.. I transitioned" your voice came out quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. Your parents thought it was best for u to have this moment alone so they got up and walked into the kitchen shutting the door behind them. "We can see that, when did this happen" he asks in a soft tone but still in shock. It was pretty obvious to those around u that you wasn't a girl anymore u had short hair, a light stubble , you looked more masculine and u was currently wearing black and blue plaid pj bottoms with a vintage tee u had thrifted a few days ago. "Before u came the last time I was questioning it and I made a entire notebook full of things I still have it if u wanna see but anyway I told mom and dad like a month or 2 after u left and it just went from there I guess." "And why did u not tell us sooner?" "Well I wanted to tell u guys in person so that's why I waited till u came back and that's what I'm doing now". The 3 just nod and sit on the floor infront of u "Do you have a name like a name u want to be called from now on?" Matt asks putting on of his hands on ur knee comfortingly "Yeah I do actually , it's Finn but mom and dad call me buddy aswell!" "Good choice bud I like that name". "Do you think you'd ever get surgery?" "Well we looked into it and I'm at the right age as u have to be 16 and I'm 17 but we want to wait a bit before I do as we just wanna go day by day and not jump into it all at once y'know!". Matt looks over at nick and nick just nods knowing what he was going to say "Finn I don't wanna sound rude but who do u like?" "What do u mean who do I like?" "What's ur sexuality like I'm straight so is Chris and Justin but nicks gay so what are u?". I take a deep breath knowing this question was coming and try to hold back the tears but that doesn't happen. Nick is fast to move and sits beside u pulling u into a hug. "You don't have to tell us right now if u don't want to we can wait." "Mhm we will wait as long as u want us to wait" "No ill tell u" you sit back up but take nicks hand and he rubs his thumb against the back of ur hand. "As you now know I'm trans so ur probably thinking I like girls but I don't I still like boys". "Thank you for sharing this with us we are proud of you" "Just so you know we love you even more" "I love you guys aswell" "Guys do you know what this calls for?" "If I'm thinking what ur thinking I'm totally down" "Celebratory McDonald's?" "DUHHH". Nick and Chris run off to the car whilst matt stays back with you. "How about u get that notebook of urs and we can look at it whilst having our McDonald's." You nod and run up stairs to get the notebook whilst matt goes to the car.

35 minutes later

You was all sat in the McDonald's parking lot finishing up ur food and going through ur notebook. "Whys there a photo of my head? Chris questions pointing at the photo "It's because this is one of haircut pages and I liked ur hair back then so I was going to get it but I didn't in the end." "I think you would suit it you should definitely try it one time". "Hold on this is a very important question." "What is it?" "Do u watch RuPaul?" "I love that shit I watch it all the time" "MATT DRIVE US HOME RIGHT NOW ME AND FINN A STAYING UP ALL NIGHT AND BINGE WATCHING RUPAUL START THAT ENGINE!" the car erupts into laughter as matt starts the car to drive you guys home.

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mattysketchup · 2 months ago

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what are the chances. (pt.2)

fem!reader x brothers bsf!matt

a/n: ahhh tysm for the support on part one of this series, don't b shy y'all send in some requests:)) y'all don't care but i have tryouts for vb in a week and my jump floats SUCK. please help.

warnings: suggestive content, swearing, underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, text messages, not proofread !!

(masterlist) (pt.1) (pt.3)

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your eyes fluttered open as you stirred awake. you felt something on your chest, only to look down and see it was matt. you forgot he wouldn't shut up untilhe slept like this. you attempt to grab your phone without waking him, but he groans as he wakes up. "y/n? what are you- why am i laying here?" he babbles, obviously not having any memories from last night. "do you not remember?" you ask, and he shakes his head. "you had wayyy too much to drink and would not go to sleep unless it was here with me, and your brother didn't want you to throw up on him so i was kinda forced to." he slightly chuckles at his ignorance from last night. "oh shit...sorry 'bout that. i guess that explains my pounding headache" he mumbles.

"guys wake up!" nick says, unzipping your tent to see you and matt basically cuddling. "what-whats going on here?" he says, hiding a grin. "nothing nick, shut the fuck up" matt responds, getting off your chest. "sure...anyways, hurry and get ready hornballs" he says, walking away. you purse your lips into a smile as you and matt get up and out of the tent. everyones eyes are on you as walk out.

"me, nathan, and chris are going fishing, you wanna join?" jimmy says to matt. "uhh no thanks, i'll stay here with y/n, celeste, and nick" he says. your mom and marylou had already left for a walk so that just left you, celeste, nick, and matt.

you all sit in a bigger tent, no one saying anything, just sitting on their phones. "ugh i'm bored" nick groans as he tosses his phone to the side. his eyes slightly light up as a smug grin plays at his face. "hey y/n, why were you and matt literally cuddling when i came to wake you guys up?" after he says those words, my eyes shoot to matts. we share a look as i stutter to try and explain myself. "well, you see" i sigh as i begin. "matt just was really tired and i was asleep and i gues we just woke up like that, i don't really know" nick looks at me with a confused look. "sure, if you say so" he says as we go back to our phones.

the day basically passes us by as we find ourselves sitting around the campfire once again. we're all just talking and cracking jokes around a campfire, and it truly is just a night you won't forget. it's the same routine as last night; the parents go to sleep, which just leaves us. celeste is to my right as she sends me a text. i open the text, sighing as she's right next to me.

| celestey👅

yo i got an idea, distract the boys

we're getting fucking wasted tonight.

my heart races as i read that message. i don't question how shes gonna do it, i just simply try to talk to the boys. they're already talking about some old memories so it won't be hard to distract them any further. it's not too late yet, but i try to stall for as long as possible befroe they decide to go to sleep. from the corner of my eye, i see celeste grab about six drinks from the cooler beside her, now it makes sense why she wanted to sit here with me. she hides them in her shirt and gets up.

"my stomach's lowkey hurting," she looks at me dead in the eyes like she's waiting for me to say something. "hey y/n don't you have tylenol in your purse?" she asks you that, knowing you don't. you knew what she was up to so you decided to play along. "oh...oh yeah i do! it's in the tent, give us a second" i say, walking to the tent with celeste. we giggle as we hide in there and zip the door shut. "drink up hoe" she says, handing me three white claws. "woah, celeste c'mon" i chuckle, quietly opening the drink and taking some small sips. celeste however, is almost on her third. "bitch chug!" she giggles as i shotgun the rest of the drinks. we finish the last ones and hide the cans underneath a bag to my right.

we stumble out of the tent, the alcohol starting to take a small toll on us. "celeste, feelin' better?" chris asks as we sit back down. "yeah no i'm good" she says. "imma sleep, we're goin' on a hike tomorrow i need some rest" nate says as he walks over to the tent. the boys have started to settle down, but now it's just you and celeste incoherently babbling about nothing in particular.

"heyyy matt" you say, breaking the silence. "can you pleaseee let me have a white claw?" you batt your lashes innocently. "i- y/n, you know i'm not supposed to let you do that" he says with a sympathetic look. "pleaseee" you drag the word out in some hope he would agree. chris and nick both look at matt, hoping how would make the right decision. "sorry y/n but no" he sighs. "ugh fineee" you whine.

you and celeste, in your now drunken state, were just getting up and dancing for no apparent reason. matt loved the way you moved your body, it just made his situation in his pants much worse. once you were sat back down, he mumbled in your ear, "you have no clue what you're doin' to me doll." a smirk toys at your face. nick, celeste, nate, and chris have already went to their own tents, leaving you and matt by the campfire.

you and celeste had secretly shared two more beers before going to sleep, the alcohol hitting your body like a ton of bricks. matt had enough of the teasing, and he pulled you into the tent. although no one was outside, he still wanted some privacy. the two of you sit in the tent, not really doing anything.

"mattt" you whine. "yes doll?" he responds. you're too lazy and drunk to acknowledge the pet name, you just roll with it. "has anyone told you you're pretty? like sooo pretty?" you say, laying your head on his chest. "ah thank you y/n" he responds.

he pulls your lips into a hungry and passionate kiss, both of you moving into it. the tent is filled with the sound of lips smacking and bodies moving, but matt’s phone dings as he checks it.

| chris

omg you and y/n better stfu rn bitch im trying to sleep

you and matt both giggle as he apologizes through text. the two of you sit in a comforting silence as you slowly drift off to sleep, matt playing with your hair.

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to be continued...

tags: @lolastrniolo

a/n: guysss there will be more parts but pls be patient with me, im going to toronto this week for the eras tour !!! i will be less active and i do apologize for that:(( please don't be a silent reader! comment to be apart of the taglist:)

#mattysketchup #tessa yaps #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #bmf?#looking for moots #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #i love you #sturniolo x reader

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 7 months ago

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RED - Better Man

Rafe Cameron x Reader Taylor Swift AU

I know I'm probably better off on my own than lovin' a man who didn't know what he had when he had it.

You knew replying “yes” to Rafe’s text was a bad idea, but you gave into your feelings. You knew you’d do anything for Rafe if he’d only ask, but you just couldn’t help it. But you also knew deep down that he wouldn’t do that for you.

He had told you to meet him at the boys locker room for him, so that’s where you found yourself after the last bell rang.

You could hear the guys talking from down the hallway, but if only you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Topper, Kelce, and Rafe’s voices were distinct.

“She follows you around like a puppy, Rafe. It’s pathetic.”

“I know she is.” You stopped at the door when you heard Rafe. “But Y/N was my first friend. I don’t want to just drop her with no reasoning."

Your heart sank. Lower than it had ever been.

"She's been hopelessly in love with me since middle school. I think she just needs to wake up. I'd never, ever, date Y/N. She should know that by now."

"Shit, Rafe." Kelce.

"What? It's true. I just didn't know she was that stupid."

And I see all the permanent damage you did to me, never again, I just wish I could forget when it was magic.

You let out a sob, clamping your hand over your mouth before bolting back down the hallway. You didn't care if Rafe had heard you. You just needed to get away.

Once you got outside, the tears really started. Crying shard to the point where you could barely breathe. You could barely feel your phone buzzing as you stumbled around the parking lot, attempting to call an Uber since your mom had driven you this morning.

The drive home was a blur, all you had noticed was the non-stop buzzing of your phone in the seat beside you. You knew it had to be Rafe calling, but how could you face him now?

All these years, you thought Rafe truly cared about you, your well-being. You thought he wanted to be your friend. You thanked the driver as you got out, aggressively wiping your tears from your cheeks.

"What an asshole!" You threw your backpack onto your floor and chucked your phone across the room. All you could do was sob into your comforter.

All of those times you and Rafe had spent together. All of your memories with him. Everything you'd done together had always felt magical to you. But no, you know, they were all a lie.

The buzzing of your phone continued as you cried yourself to sleep.

I wish it wasn't 4 a.m., standing in the mirror saying to myself, "You know you had to do it." I know the bravest thing I ever did was run.

Your phone was now in your hands, an unsent text to Rafe waiting to be sent. Was 4 am really the time you'd want to send this text? You glance at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes puffy and red, tear tains on your cheeks, swollen lips. You send the text before thinking twice.

Delivered.

Instantly, you felt your shoulders relax. You were finished with Rafe Cameron.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again, but I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man. But I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand, but I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man. A better man.

You laid back down in your bed, staring at your ceiling. If you didn't know any better, Rafe could be sleeping over, right next to you. Of course, you knew that would never happen again. Saying goodbye to Rafe Cameron was something you had to do. You couldn't keep waiting for him to be a better person. A better man.

I know I'm probably better off on my own than needing a man who could change his mind at any given minute. And it was always on your terms. I waited on every careless word hoping it might turn sweet again... Like it was in the beginning.

You rolled your eyes at your own naivety, every time he'd make plans with you and then cancel to go be with Sofia or whatever girl he was with at the time. You couldn't believe how you had just kept waiting for him to realize how you were in love with him. But now, you knew, that he had known the whole time.

But your jealousy, oh, I can hear it now, talking down to me like I'll always be around. Push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun. Oh, you never thought I'd run.

Rafe thought you were stupid? He was the stupid one if he thought you were going to wait for him forever. You knew Rafe thought you didn't have the courage to stand up to him, let alone leave him.

I hold onto this pride because these days it's all I have, and I gave to you my best and we both know you can't say that.

You had always been there for Rafe. Cancelling plans with your other friends when Rafe had called you about a fight with his father. Or Sofia. And what had he been doing in return? He had been talking shit behind your back.

I wish you were a better man. I wonder what we would've become if you were a better man. We might still be in love if you were a better man.

Although you couldn't help but imagine what life would be like if Rafe reciprocated your feelings. You both knew everything about each other, had grown up together. In your head, it made sense. But you knew it was for the better that you had ended your friendship.

You would've been the one if you were a better man.

You looked at your phone again, the delivered sign now marked as read.

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Hello, so sorry about the wait. Work has drained me and I had a bit of writers block.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe #rafe x reader #rafe obx #outerbanks #rafe smut #outerbanks fanfiction #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks

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greynatomy · 1 year ago

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ribbons

hayley raso x reader

bit of a second part to raso vs raso

requested from wp

pretend that hayley hasn’t been wearing ribbons until now cause that’s how i wrote it. thanks! :)

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You had injured yourself during the first game of the season, tearing the dreaded three letters. You were devastated, the crowd cheering for you as you were helped off the field by your wife, assuring her you’d wait for her and to finish the match.

You had your surgery the next day, Hayley staying by your side through it all, like how you were with her. Being injured though, has given you so much time to spend with your daughter, Emmy.

Right now, you were packing for both you and your daughter, where you would be traveling to Australia to watch you wife play the Olympic Qualifiers. Since you weren’t called up for your international duties and can’t play with your club team, you’d decided to be with Hayley. Also, your daughter is not at the age where she’s understanding what her mothers do for a career.

———

Hayley didn’t play against the match with Iran, but you were back in the stands for the match against the Philippines, which Hayley started in.

The whole game, Emmy would constantly ask where her Mama was. It was difficult for her to find Hayley through the game, frustrating her a bit.

Back at the hotel room you share with your wife, you told her about Emmy’s struggle. All night, Hayley had her little girl cuddled up on top of her, and you pressed up to her side, as if you both had to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

———

It was now the day of the match against Chinese Taipei. Hayley woke up to the sound of her alarm, quickly shutting it off to not wake her girls up. She went to the bathroom to freshen up, giving you and Emmy a kiss and headed out.

Before meeting the rest of the team, Hayley went out to a nearby stationary store, grabbing the one thing she needs.

You wake up a couple of hours after your wife leaves, which wakes your daughter as well. It was already noon, so you both go out to have lunch and waste some time a little bit before the match starts.

As your in the stands waiting for the players to walk onto the pitch, you get a text from your wife.

hayley baby <3

keep a lookout, i’ll be a lot easier to spot this time

You don’t really know what she meant until you see her walk into the pitch. There she was, with a yellow ribbon ties to her hair.

“Baby, look!” You pick your daughter up and place her on your hip, pointing at your wife. “Mama has a little yellow ribbon in her hair.”

“Why, Mommy?”

“Remember when you said that you couldn’t find where Mama is when she’s playing?” She nods her heard. “Well, Mommy told Mama and now Mama is making sure you can find where she is easier.”

“She did that for me?” Her bottom lips wobble, tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh, baby. Mama loves you so much.”

“I love her lots.”

Australia wins 3-0 when the final whistle blows. You and Emmy are jumping where you’re at. Hayley goes to do an interview.

After a couple questions about the match, the interviewer asks a different kind of question.

“Now, we’ve all seen a new accessory on your for today’s match. We just want to know what’s that all about?”

“Yeah, um, after the las game, my wife, back in our hotel room, told me how our daughter was having trouble seeing where I am on the pitch, frustrating her a bit, so decided to tie a ribbon in my hair.”

“So, it won’t be the last time with the ribbon

“No. It’ll be a part of me on the pitch from now on.”

“Thank you, Hayley.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Walking away from the interviewer, she goes to where her family is. Emmy was the first to spot her.

“Mama! Mama!”

“Hi, baby girl.” She greets with a big smile. Emmy hold her arms up, wanting to be picked up, which Hayley does. She sets Emmy down next to her, with a bit of a fuss. “Let me just get Mommy too first.” She helps you get over the barricade, mindful of your knee. “Hi, Hon.” She greets you with a kiss.

“Mama.” Emmy tugs on her mom’s shorts. “Mommy said the ribbon was for me.”

“It was for you, baby.” Hayley picks her up, and sets her on her waist.

“I love you, Mama.”

“I love you more.”

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #hayley raso #hayley raso x reader

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ladylooch · 2 months ago

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Bones - Part 3 [Mack x David]

A/N: Christmas with the Hischier’s sounds like heaven to me. Add in David Carlson and 🤯. I am in love with how different these two grew up and how deep their connection is now as adults. Like the dynamic between growing up a farmer’s son and an international hockey star’s daughter is so soft here. As for the second part, oh Mackie…. 🫠😬

Word Count: 4.5k

“David?” Mack’s whisper streaks through his quiet bedroom.

“Mmm?” He asks from where his head is stuffed deep into his pillow.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!” She bites her lip, waiting for him to stir. He doesn’t. He stays silently still on the other side of the bed. Mack is about to whisper again when he suddenly launches up, sucking her into his arms and rolling so she is pinned under him. “AH!” She yells then bursts into giggles as he starts to tickling her sides. “No, no, no! Stop I can’t breathe!” She finally wheezes. He relents, then rolls off of her, laughing at her gasps for breath.

“Do you think Santa came?”

“I bet Santa came upstairs…”

“Can we go?”

“Yeah Lucie texted.”

“Yes!!!!!!” David flies out of bed, rushing to his closet to grab clothes to put on. Mack is already ready to go in their matching Christmas pajamas. David had to take his off because he got too hot last night. He comes out of the closet in them, adorned in leaping reindeer, hands on his hips in a super hero pose.

“Dreamy…” Mack murmurs, lips pursed as she takes him in. Her man is soft and sweet and good. So perfectly good. He walks over to the bed. Mack stands, letting him gather her into his arms and carry her to the kitchen.

“Coffee, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“What creamer do you want?” He asks, peaking into the fridge. “How is there four now?”

“I wanted to try them all! They’re all different…” She sticks her tongue out at him. “And I want the peppermint one.”

“Okay, princess.” He mumbles. Mack kicks at his butt as he walks by.

“Be nice. It’s Christmas.”

“I am plenty nice.” David insists. “So nice you just sit there and look pretty, princess, while I make your coffee.” He grabs her favorite mug of his from the dishwasher before going back to the espresso machine and starting it. “So…” David says as they watch the espresso drip into the small, glass cup. “Don’t the Swiss usually celebrate Christmas on the 24th?” Mack brightens.

“Oh! Yes! Did you read that?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs.

“You could have asked me.”

“I wanted to look like I know what I’m talking about.” He chuckles. “And you decorate the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve?”

“We never did that. It was always up after American Thanksgiving.”

“Your mom?”

“Yes, we did a lot of American traditions after moving to Switzerland because mom was homesick. Lucie too.” Mack shrugs. “I didn’t care as long as Santa still came. He started coming twice when we moved.”

“Oh is that what December 6th is?”

“Yes- it’s Samichlaus Abend! Translates to Santa Night. But yes he comes on the 6th back home. So we would get presents on the 6th- usually a lot of chocolate. Maybe special cookies or dessert too. But then on Christmas, American Santa came and that was like toys and clothes and things like that.”

“Best of both worlds.”

“Yeah, I think my parents did a great job blending our customs together. We grew up truly Swiss- American.”

“You consider yourself more European though?”

“More of my formative years were there.” Mack shrugs. “It’s not like I mind living here now, though, or I don’t consider myself American at all. But they’re two different parts of me.” Mack watches him pour her coffee together, then he hands her the cup. She savors her first sip, watching him walk across the kitchen to make a pot of coffee now for himself. “You make me feel very Swiss though.” He looks over his shoulder at her with a questioning look. “Like, you are very American. You grew up in the Heartland. You’re a farmer, a hockey player, and you blend in both in the city and the country. I feel like I stick out even in New York sometimes.”

“The best thing about here, babe, is that it’s a melting pot of different cultures, places, and customs. I think the fact that you have so much to you makes you an American.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You might be the minority with that thought.”

“I don’t really care.” He chuckles, rubbing a hand over his hair. “You’re my girl. That’s all I care about.” He grabs a cup for him out of the cabinet to his left. “But I will take some Swiss chocolate from uh… Swiss Santa.” Mack starts to laugh. “I’m not even gonna try to say it.”

“I can teach you Swiss German if you want.”

“Honey, I’m a lost cause on English.” Mack chuckles.

“I’m fine if you don’t want to learn it. Just means I can talk shit about you to your face.”

“No, you can’t. Your face and tone would give you away.” He slaps her ass as she hops down from the counter. “Plus, you like to fight so you’d want me to understand.” He cages her into the counter with his big arms and body.

“No fighting on Christmas.” She murmurs in Swiss German. David’s eyes look sideways, then back to her suspiciously.

“I know this one. It roughly translates to kiss me?” Mack tilts her head back and laughs loudly.

“Yes. Please, American Santa.” She mumbles, tossing her arms around his shoulders. She pulls him down to her and they make out until the coffee maker finishes David’s Folgers.

With coffees in hand, they head upstairs to the Wood apartment. Stella opens the door with an exaggerated whine.

“What took you so long!?” She snaps.

“I bet I know.” Connor chuckles from where he is laying on the couch.

“Coffee.” David cheers his cup at his defense partner.

“We have coffee here?” Lucie questions.

“He doesn’t like it.”

“There is something wrong with you.”

“Too American.” Mack smirks at David.

“Hello!!!! Can I open my presents yet?” Stella asks.

“Can you ask nicely yet?” Connor asks, popping up from the couch and rolling his eyes at his wife in regards to their daughter.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.” Lucie chuckles.

“Everyone here seems to know except you.” Mack laughs. “2.0.” Lucie sticks her tongue out at Mack.

“Come over her and stuff a caramel roll in your mouth so you’re quiet.” Lucie holds a plate out to Mack.

“Oh, are these mom’s?”

“Yeah. Hey Stell, go pick out what present you want to open first.” Lucie attempts to calm down the little feet stomps across the room.

“Okay!” She screeches.

“Wait, can I help?” David asks her. Stella runs back, grabbing his hand and pulling the big hockey player into the living room.

“This one!” She points to the biggest.

“Are you sure? What is our decision process here?”

“Cause it’s the biggest.”

“But don’t you want to save the best for last?”

“No.” Stella snorts, like a child who has no semblance of patience.

Mack bites into her caramel roll and is instantly pulled back in time to being a kid. She can clearly see herself sitting on a couch in a city to the West, folded into her dad’s lap as Lucie rips open her presents. All Mack wanted to do was sit with her dad. Every so often he would give her a slight squeeze, or a kiss on the cheek, or hold his palm out for her little fingers to hold. Here in her sister’s apartment, she now watches David. He is patient and kind with Stella. He doesn’t scold her for raising her voice or pitching a little fit about waiting longer. He soothes her and entertains her and listens to her when she voices her little frustrations.

It’s sweet and has Mack thinking about how he might have been made for this uncle stuff.

“Okay, I think we better sit down. She is going to combust.” Lucie murmurs, grabbing her coffee and urging Mack to follow her.

The adults all sit and then a wrapping paper bomb goes off in the living room. Stella’s little fingers tear away at the Christmas themed paper. Strip after strip is tossed over her shoulder as Connor takes pictures of her destroying the packages.

“Oh my gosh! Thanks Santa!” Stell yells out after every single one. Mack feels David chuckle behind her, covering his mouth as she goes to town.

“We just have to let her go.” Connor murmurs, wrapping an arm around his wife.

“Can’t stop it.” Lucie agrees.

“Good thing she doesn’t have to share any of that attention.” Across the room, a look passes between Connor and Lucie.

“She will get used to it.” Connor insists.

Now it’s Mack and David’s turn to share a look.

“I’m done!!!” Stella yells.

“Did you win something for being the fastest ever!?” Connor asks, swooping forward and picking her up. “Okay, be honest, what is your favorite.”

“That!” Stella points to the play vanity with fake make up, earrings and a new princess dress.

“Very Stelly.” Connor agrees.

The buzzer to the apartment chimes.

“Oh, that is mom and dad.” Lucie gets off the couch, bouncing over to her phone to let them in.

“Why didn’t we wait?” Mack wonders.

“I told them they had to be here by 8. It’s 8:10.” Lucie shrugs. “It’s not like they don’t have a full room of presents for her at their place.”

“Did you hear your dad? He told me to bring my truck over. What the hell…”

“Bad.” Stella says, wiggling out of Connor’s arms. She runs down the room then comes hustling back, loaded down with her swear jar.

“You’re collecting taxes on Christmas!?” Connor howls. “Unfair!”

“Stell, you should double the fine because he complained.” David tells Stella. A devilish glint glows in her eyes.

“What if I pay in kisses?”

“Kisses don’t give me legos.”

“Oh my god.” Connor mutters. “I can’t afford double. Uncle Davey, can you cover me?”

“Just this once.” David drops $20 into her jar. Stella giggles with glee then runs back to put the jar in her room.

“20?” Connor scoffs. “Okay money bags.”

“That's the smallest bill I got, man.” David laughs. He brings Mack tighter into his body, giving her a kiss on the temple as her parents walk in.

“Merry Christmas!!!!!” Lexi squeals. “Look who we found at the airport!”

From behind her parents, Sophie Hischier bursts out. Lucie and Mack both rush over to her, collecting their little sister between them.

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” She exclaims.

“Deal with it!” Lucie yells back to her. “Soph!!!”

“Let me see you!” Mack cups her cheeks. “Ugh stunning. So disgusting how pretty you are.” Sophie beams.

“Remember when we were young and full of life?” Lucie sighs.

“Yeah and then Connor got you pregnant?” Nico murmurs. The whole group gasps at Nico being the one to take the dig.

“Hey.” Connor pouts. “Not fair. Lucie looked old before then.” He bites his lip, bracing for the instant blow back.

Everyone laughs as Lucie runs across the floor and tackles Connor to the floor. Stella joins in too and they both perform a WWE smackdown next to David’s feet. He may or may not have joined in with a few fake elbows towards Connor’s face.

“Welcome to Christmas with the Hischiers, David.” Lexi shrugs her shoulders, then goes to give him a hug.

The way David grins, Mack knows there is nowhere else he would rather be.

- - - & - - -

A bout of turbulence bumps Mack’s head against the side of the plane, jolting her out of her sleep.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York City. We are anticipating a few bumps on the way down and are asking the flight attendants to wrap up service early. We want to thank you for flying with us…”

Mack yawns, stretching her arms out in front of her. She glances at the man to her left who continues to click away on his laptop. Mack rolls her shoulders forward, then back, stretching out as much of her body as possible. She hadn’t anticipated sleeping on the plane, but she hasn’t gotten much sleep since she left New York for her latest assignment.

It was a dream trip for her- a bucket list of getting to visit Iceland in the winter to get up close and personal with the Northern lights. She has never seen such vibrant displays of color in her entire life. But outside of that, the constant darkness did a number on her energy. The natives were so used to it. Mack can’t imagine going to work with it being dark for the entire time you’re there. Her body feels out of wack and she is hopeful that she will see the sun tomorrow morning.

Mack pulls her phone out of her pocket, looking at the iMessages that came in while she was asleep. She looks through her boyfriend’s immediately, smiling at his nonsense chatter about his latest binge watch without her. He is still trying to convince her that she would love this fantasy land the whole country is obsessed with. Mack knows she won’t. It’s too gory and violent and not relatable.

I’m about to land, she texts him. I slept for like two hours but I am so tired.

Are you and Lucie still meeting tomorrow morning for breakfast?

Yeah, I haven’t heard otherwise.

Go to my place then instead of home. You’ll get more sleep that way.

Mack smiles. He is so good to her.

That would be great. Thank you 😘

Now I’m jealous of my bed ☹️

Mack sighs at that, feeling similar about the hotel bed he is sitting in currently. The Rangers are on their big, West coast road trip which means Mack won’t be seeing David for another 8 days. A silver lining is that she will be able to work uninterrupted to get started on her story. She usually prefers to get it all out within a day of returning home, then work on editing for the next few days off and on. Mack works best when she gets all her thoughts onto paper, then makes little tweaks here and there. If she tries to force it all out of her at once and submit, she gets in her head about her writing. Like “will anyone actually read this?” and a lot of “who cares?”.

The pilot was correct that their landing is bumping and a bit unpleasant, even for a seasoned traveler like Mack. When they get on the ground, Mack sees the heavy, low hanging clouds that contributed. From their pillowy bundles, snowflakes fall.

She’s home. But knowing she is going to an empty apartment without David makes her excitement dim.

New York was never supposed to be home for her. It was supposed to be a place she crashed between assignments, maybe spent some time with her sister and her family, but it wasn’t supposed to be this place she looked forward to coming back to. It is only because of David. His absence has begun to weigh heavy on her both in New York and on assignment. Even while witnessing the most spectacular aurora dancing along the horizon, the only thing she could think was “I wish David was seeing this too.”

For this lone wolf, it’s alarming, but nothing she’s willing to put much stock into yet.

The process of getting out of the airport and into a cab is mundane. Mack gets annoyed at the traffic leaving the airport, just wanting to be in a comfortable, familiar space. When she pulls up to David’s building, she murmurs a thank you to the driver, then tips him after he sets her suitcase on the street.

“Good evening, Ms. Hischier.” David’s doorman, Philip, greets her.

“Hi Philip. Slow night?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says as he opens the door for her.

“Try to stay warm.” Mack calls as she heads inside.

“I always do.” He smiles kindly at her. Mack waves and turns towards the elevators. She presses David’s floor, then digs in her bag for his key. In the Des Moines Airport, David handed her a key to his New York apartment on a light up, corn cob keychain. If you squeeze it, it flashes red, green, and blue lights. It’s touristy and tacky, but Mack smiles every time she uses it. Her exchange of keys with him involved a single key- no frills, no fuss, no fun (David’s words).

She sticks the gold key into the lock and flips it, stepping into his dark, quiet apartment. Everything is clean and picked up aside from a single glass in the kitchen sink. A few pieces of mail are set on the corner of the counter and a poinsettia plant from Christmas has seen better days. Mack wheels her suitcase to a stop, then grabs the plant, bringing it to the sink to give it some water. It is still going to die, but maybe she can enjoy it for a few more days.

Mack pauses at that thought. Is she staying here for days? She should probably go home tomorrow and get settled back in her space, especially if she is going to write. She puts the plant back on it’s stand after shaking out the excess water. Then she sets it back on the counter. She runs her hand along the cool stone counter, looking out at his place.

Everything is dark, warm colors. David mentioned he hired an interior designer to decorate his place after he bought it. The designer captured David’s personality well. The couch is a dark, espresso brown topped with tan pillows and a deliciously soft cream blanket. A massive TV dominates the wall with a gas fireplace beneath it that David never turns on unless Mack asks. Along the TV are built ins that hold various books, none of which are decorative, but all classics that the designer had painted to match the esthetic.

“Who paints books?” David had asked Mack when he pointed them out to her. “Can’t read ‘em anymore cause the paint fumes give me a headache.”

She pointed out he could get rid of him. He shrugged. Why get rid of perfectly good books?

Mack chuckles to herself at that. She pulls her phone out, seeing a message from him asking her to check in when she gets settled.

I made it. She sends him a picture of her in the kitchen, lips making a fish face. I see you let our love fern die.

Funny! You left town too?

And you call yourself a farmer…

Those are fighting words, Hisch. I don’t have much food, but help yourself.

🥊 I’m going to go to bed.

Yeah, get some rest babe. I’ll talk to you in the morning?

I’ll call you when I’m up.

Okay. Hey, just so you know, you can stay as long as you like. But if you want to go home, I get it too.

Mack pauses, biting her lip for a moment as she contemplates.

Maybe I will ☺️ Someone has to nurse this love fern back to life.

Don’t let us die, honey. I love you, goodnight 😘

I love you too, goodnight 😘

Mack goes through her nighttime routine after putting her phone into Sleep mode. She cleans her face, slaps on some moisturizer then hurries through brushing her teeth. Her energy and self-care desires are slowly waining. She pulls back the comforter of David’s bed and sighs dreamily as she climbs into his spot in bed. Normally she sleeps on the opposite side, but tonight she wants to curl herself into his smells.

Once comfortable, she pulls her phone up to do a quick scan through Instagram. She flicks through various posts from her friends. She tosses a like to Liv’s photo dump of LA with Luca. She clicks over into explore, seeing if there is anything worth looking through before she calls it a night. She pauses over an image of David with TRADE RUMORS in bold at the bottom of the icon.

What?

She clicks on it, skimming the text. Essentially the Rangers are rumored to be shopping David because they don’t have the salary cap space to resign him this summer. So rather than letting him walk into Free Agency without getting a return, they are shopping him to teams outside the Metro division.

A cold bucket of reality is slapped over Mack’s body. It may as well be ice cubes sliding down her spine with the shiver that rolls through her.

David traded?

The thought never crossed Mack’s mind. She may not be the most NHL literate girlfriend, but she knows David has high value with the Rangers, especially as Connor’s partner on the first defensive pair. This is only one report, right? It can’t be more than a rumor.

But when Mack searches through more social media outlets, several additional reports from various different sources are reporting on this numerously over the last week, even as early as five days ago.

David didn’t share any of this with her. In fact, hockey has barely come up with them since she left for Iceland, other than him going out of town.

Mack sits up in bed, getting ready to text him. Then she thinks better of it. She is too tired to have this conversation. She places her phone on the nightstand then tucks her hand under her cheek.

What happens if David is traded? Her stomach swirls at the thought of this taking him away from her. She’s so in love with him now. How could she handle this?

So much for that sleep she needs.

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The next morning, in their favorite breakfast spot, Mack pushes her food around on her plate as Lucie cuts up pancakes for Stella.

“I don’t want these anymore. I want strawberry ones.” The little girl whines.

“Well, you made a choice and we aren’t going to waste food.” Lucie says.

“Daddy would let me.” The four year old huffs. Lucie looks up at Mack and narrows her eyes as she saws through the pancake a little more forcefully.

“Should we call him and ask?” Lucie directs the question to her daughter.

“No.” Stella pouts. Connor would never side with Stella over his wife. All three girls at the table know that.

“Auntie, can I have your bacon?”

“Sure.” Mack pushes her plate towards her niece. Stella takes a piece. The waitress comes by and asks if they need anything else. Mack orders another coffee, hoping it will perk her up more.

“You jet lagged?” Lucie asks once she turns back to her own food. She swallows a bite of oatmeal and winces before gulping down water. Lucie has looked a little pale this whole meal, but hasn’t said anything about feeling sick.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Mack admits.

“Mama didn’t either. She was up a lot.” Lucie pauses, then tentatively spoons more oatmeal in her mouth.

“It’s hard to sleep without the boys, huh?” Lucie continues. “I always feel like it’s too quiet with Connor gone.”

“Yeah.” Mack answers, then drops her gaze back to her plate.

“What’s up, Mackie?” Mack pauses, glancing at Stella who sucks up a big gulp of her orange juice.

“Ahhhhh.” The little girl exclaims. For not wanting blueberry pancakes, she sure is scarfing them down. Mack continues to watch her shove the syrupy bites into her mouth.

“What was it like when Connor got traded?” Mack asks. Lucie’s eyebrows furrow.

“Wow, that feels so long ago. Um, obviously not ideal because I was pregnant.” She takes another sip of water and pushes out a breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Lucie waves away. “But it worked out. He’s a captain now and fits in well with the Rangers. It’s been good for our family. He has great teammates. The organization takes care of us. Sometimes I wish it was still him and Lio on the same team, but David has been a good friend to Connor. Protects him out on the ice too.”

“Were there signs?”

“Um.” Lucie contemplates. “I think Connor had some experiences where he thought it might happen. Just conversations with management and the coaching staff. Him and I talked about it, but we were so young and naive. We didn’t think it would really happen. Then it did.” She shrugs.

“So you two talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Lucie nods. She swallows then groans a bit. Mack watches her take another sip of water. She contemplates asking her if she is okay again, but she figures Lucie is going to lie to her again. “Why?”

“I saw some trade rumors on social media about David. But he hasn’t brought it up.”

“Maybe there isn’t anything to bring up.”

“Sure, but it’s been going on for a week. He didn’t bring it up while I was gone, or when I got back last night, or when I called him this morning. It’s been business as usual.”

“Hm. Connor did mention it to me this week.” Lucie admits. “But he didn’t seem to think there was a lot of substance behind the rumors. David will get a good contract extension this summer, but you might have to deal with some rough seas before hand. That’s part of the NHL lifestyle.”

Mack stares blankly back at her older sister.

Her skin starts to itch and her throat begins to tighten up.

This feels like more than she signed up for.

Her only response to her sister is a nod.

They finish breakfast quickly because Lucie is clearly trying not to vomit all over the table. Mack has her suspicions of what is ailing Lucie, but it isn’t for her to say.

“Are you coming back to David’s” Lucie asks as they step outside.

“Um…” Mack trails off. She crosses her arms over her chest, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her jacket to protect them. “I think, I’m going to go grab my stuff and then head home. I should check on my place and make sure everything looks good.”

“Okay. Do you want to come over for dinner? We could watch the game together if you’re going to be back at David’s?”

“I don’t think so. I have to get started on my Iceland article. It’s due next week.”

“Okay.” Lucie responds. “Maybe we can do something when the boys get back this weekend?”

“Sure.” Mack nods as they begin to walk back towards the apartment building.

Mack says goodbye to Lucie and Stella, then heads to David’s. She quickly gathers her stuff, then puts his apartment back to the way she found it. She glances over his stuff, wondering what he would do with this place if he is traded. She frowns deeply, the lump in her throat expanding more. She shouldn’t think about that. She needs to get out of here, go home and get lost back in Iceland rather than the unknowns of NHL trade season.

She walks out of the apartment, flicking the lock back into place. Her corn cob keychain bumps into the door, lighting up her bag when she tosses it inside.

In her rush, Mack completely forgets the reviving poinsettia on the counter.

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allinthemagicshop · 1 year ago

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Not How I Wanted to Meet Your Parents

Bangchan X Fem!Reader

wc: ~3000

Angst, fluff at the end

Again, this makes me cringe a little bit looking back at it but also I think I see some potential to grow from this so here's yet another from my vault

No warnings that I can think of, besides pet names maybe? Insecurity, crying also present. Some cursing.

I do not own the rights to Stray Kids or anything related to them, this is a work of pure fiction and just for fun

Channie💕: hey babygirl, I’m so sorry. I have to stay late at the studio again. I’ll just go back to the dorm instead of waking you up so don’t wait up. I’m sorry.

I crumpled into myself. Texts like these have been coming daily for the last three weeks straight. Every single date night was canceled, always for the same reason. I can’t bring myself to think of it as an excuse. That would be he is trying to find ways to avoid me. Unless he finally realized that I’m just holding him back from creating more, creating better. Maybe I am just a pawn to find inspiration in, like a learning experience more than a loving one. I lay my phone down on the nightstand and glance over at the sweatshirt Chan left the last time he stayed the night. It’s been nearly two months since then, his scent long gone. Instead of replying, knowing I wouldn’t get a response, I leaned over and shut my lamp off. Maybe in my dreams he would love me again.

●●●

The morning light shines through the small crack in my curtains. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I lean over to grab my phone. No new messages. My heart sinks. This is the part I was dreading the most. Never had Chan canceled a date night and not immediately tried to reschedule. So this is it then. Taking a shaky breath, I shut down my phone. It’s no better than a paperweight right now when all I’ll be doing is waiting for him to reach out first. It’s childish of me, I know I could reach out first, but that brings more brewing of hope that it isn’t over if he responds. Or worse yet, if he does respond and confirms that it’s over.

Letting my despair guide me, I shuffle towards the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I peel myself out of the clothes I wore to sleep in and step under the cold water. I don’t want warmth, that’s what he was. I just want to hide in the rain and gloom as these thoughts take over my body. It’s not like I can pack up and move out, we don’t share an apartment. Changing the code to my apartment is a possibility, but then I have to let all my friends know the new code and explain why it had to be changed. The only other option I can come up with is going back home for a few days. I moved to Seoul for school, but my family was back in the States. It’d give me the distance I need, and maybe some home cooked meals would heal the hole in my heart. I know Dad would pay for it, he’s been asking me to come home for a couple months now.

Taking a deep breath, I shut the water off and wrap a towel around me as I step out. Sighing, I walk back towards my bed and sit down at the edge. Bracing myself as I start my phone back up, I immediately call Dad as soon as it allows me to. “Hey! I know I’ve been delaying coming back home but I really miss you guys. I have the next two weeks off and was wondering if that would work for you and Mom?”

“Darling, anything works for our little girl to be back in our arms. Give me a second to look at flights. How long would you need to pack? We still have plenty of your clothes here, you know.” Laughing a little as I struggle to keep my composure, I glance around the room. “I can be ready to go as early as tonight then.”

“Really? There’s a flight that leaves at 5pm, your time. You’d have a couple hours to pack. Is that enough time?” His giddiness is almost palpable through the crackling speaker. A genuine snort forces its way out. “Sure, Dad. Thank you, I love you and I’ll see you soon then.” I stand up as he replies, “I love you so much, honey. Your mom is going to be so happy to have her baby back home for a while.” I hang up a little after a little more farewells are exchanged, insisting that I need to start packing. I make the mistake of glancing down at the screen before I get changed.

Channie💕: good morning, sweets. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can attempt to reschedule. It’s so hectic here with the comeback so soon and the album not being near ready enough. We’ll talk soon

Dread coils my gut, nearly knocking me over. That’s two messages without the words I need most. With shaking fingers I finally respond back, Oh okay. I love you. I throw my phone on the bed and walk away towards the closet, changing quickly. I refuse to look at my phone again until I have a suitcase packed.

●●●

Almost two hours later, I finally find the courage to pick my phone back up. Checking the time, I notice two notifications: one text and one email. Unlocking the screen, my heart shatters. Both are from Dad. The email is the flight information, informing me that I have around an hour to get to the airport.

Father Dearest: y/n, I forwarded the email with all ur flight info. Oh, honey, I can’t explain how excited I am to have u home with us. If u haven’t finished packing yet, good luck. Love u!

Sighing as tears finally fall down my cheeks, I order an Uber to take me to the airport. I know I should text Chan, but I can’t bring myself to allow even the possibility of going unanswered again. I’ll let him know before the plane takes off, using the cushion of the flight to allow me the escape I’ll need.

An agonizing 20 minutes pass before I’m climbing into the Uber. I spare a glance up at my apartment as we pull away. A part of me hopes he’ll show up to find me gone before I can even text him. It’s selfish and petty, but I just want Chan to feel a part of the agony I’ve been feeling. A simple conversation might be able to solve all of this, but we haven’t been able to have a solid 5 minute conversation in the past month, let alone one long enough to require what needs to be said. He couldn’t even get time off for a quick phone call on our one-year anniversary last week. Tears are slipping down my face before I know it. I quickly rub my sleeves over my face, not wanting the driver to ask questions.

We finally pull up to the airport and I climb out, thanking him for the ride. I barely feel present in my body as I walk through the motions of the airport. Next thing I know, I’m sitting in my seat staring out the window. The announcement comes that phones need to be turned off soon. Taking a deep breath, I prepare the text for Chan.

Hi, Channie. I want to start off by saying I’m not mad, I completely understand. You’re an idol and I knew this was going to be difficult when I agreed to be your girlfriend. I guess I misjudged exactly how difficult it would actually be. I want to thank you for the last year. You were such a blessing in my life, crashing into me and claiming your spot in my heart. I don’t know if you feel the same, I can’t talk to you anymore to confirm or deny my suspicions. The distance between us recently has said more than we’ve been able to. I’ve decided to make it more physical for a little while. I’m headed back home for a couple weeks. I know the timezone difference is going to be hard to communicate, but we’ve gotten so used to it that it shouldn’t feel any different. If this is goodbye, all I ask is that you just remove your stuff from my apartment before I get back. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger. I do love you, Chan. I just miss you too much to keep this up.

I hit send just as we begin our take-off. Shutting my phone and my feelings off, I lay my head back and drift to sleep, keen on waking up only when I can step off the flight into my parents’ arms.

●●●

I didn’t last the whole flight, but the last few hours were filled with reading the book I had packed just in case sleep evaded me. It was enough to not think about Chan, but never enough to dull the ache in my chest. We finally landed and shuffled off the plane, all heading towards baggage claim. Refusing to turn my phone back on, I felt like a robot on autopilot as I followed the crowd. I grabbed my suitcase and squared my shoulders as I prepared to face my family. They knew about Chan and I’s relationship, but I don’t want this trip to be about my broken heart. I walk out the doors and it takes me only a minute of scanning before I hear my name being shouted seconds before Dad barrels into me, lifting me off my feet in a hug. Mom wraps her arms around me as he sets me down, tears falling down all our faces.

“Oh my baby! You’re finally home! I’ve missed you so much.” Mom sobs into my shoulder, holding me tighter than should be humanly possible. I hug her back before tapping her shoulder, in need of oxygen. She pulls back with a relieved smile. “I have your favorite dinners planned for the whole time you're here. How’s Chan?”

My own smile falters for a split second before I straighten myself out. “Oh, you know, he’s just busy with his comeback. I had plenty of time to myself to make an impromptu trip,” partially the truth, just not the whole story. I can work with that easier than an outright lie. I smile at both my parents as they nod in understanding, Dad grabbing my suitcase to put in the car while Mom pulls my hand to get us going. The ride home is full of small talk about how work is going, how school was this last semester, how they are enjoying Dad’s new bonus from work. I fall into a comfortable silence as they keep the conversation flowing between them.

●●●

After dinner I finally find the courage to turn my phone back on, it’s been nearly six hours since I landed. It’s early morning back in Seoul, close enough to a full day since I sent the text to Chan. As my phone turns on, I’m bombarded with notifications. Missed calls and texts, nearly all from Chan.

Channie💕: Baby what?

Channie💕: You didn’t actually leave did you?

*two miss calls from Channie💕*

Channie💕: Y/N please answer me. I can’t stand this, don’t leave me. I love you so much

Channie💕: I know I haven’t seen you in a bit or been able to talk to you but I don’t want to lose you

Channie💕: Baby please be at home, please let this be some cruel prank

Channie💕: You’re really not at home. Oh my god, baby please come back to me. I can’t lose you please don’t do this I love you

*four missed calls from Channie💕*

Channie💕: I get it. Baby, I understand it’s hard. I should’ve tried harder for you. You mean so much to me. I fell into my typical work pattern and left you out, I’m so so fucking sorry. You’re a priority too and I neglected that. I need you

Channie💕: you went back home… for fuck’s sake I screwed up. I just saw the date. Oh my god y/n im the worst. I didnt even take off for our anniversary. You were waiting for me to even acknowledge it and i couldnt even do that. I fucked up so bad

Channie💕: Babygirl… i feel like i cant even breathe right now, my heart’s been ripped out and flew across the world with you

*eight missed calls from Channie💕*

Channie💕: okay okay, I know this is getting excessive and I get that you’re on the plane but you should’ve landed by now. Just let me know that you’re alive.

Channie💕: My sweet girl, I will fix this. Fix us. I can’t imagine going through life without you in it.

Channie💕: I hope what I’m about to do doesn’t further break us, I love you so much, to the moon and stars beyond

The last text sent my heart into a stuttering stop. What did he mean by that first part? A wave of relief followed by anxiety floods my system. The last text was sent almost four hours ago. Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to the multiple voicemails he left. All practically the same as his texts, only I could hear the voice breaks and sobs between words. My heart cracked open and pain seeped through me.

Chris what are you doing? I understand that you’re busy, you don’t need to apologize, I’m the one who couldn’t handle it. We can talk when I get back, just focus on the album. Maybe with a longer time to plan we can sit and have a proper conversation. I still love you.

I chewed on my lower lip nervously as I waited for his response. After staring at the screen for nearly 30 minutes with no reply, I sighed as I assumed he just had to go back to work, blocking out the relationship that was sinking underwater. I quietly changed and crawled into bed. One last glance at my phone showed no new notifications. Tears flooded my face as I turned over in my childhood bed, resigned to sleep until the pain subsided.

●●●

I woke up to my mom shaking my shoulder. Blinking, I turned over to her, my face swollen from crying until I passed out. “Oh honey, I’m sorry to wake you up but there’s someone here to see you,” Mom bit down on her lips, like she was trying not to smile. I sat up and grabbed my phone, realizing that I’d slept for nearly 14 hours. “Okay, who is it?”

Mom shook her head and finally let the smile break free. “I think you should check for yourself, they said they’ve been wanting to see you for a while.” I cocked my head, confusion etched across my face. She just smiled brighter as she backed out of the room. “Just get dressed and I’ll send them up in a couple minutes. They’re finishing some tea up with your dad.” Tea? Dad doesn’t even like tea, he’s a die-hard coffee lover. Confusion still clouding my mind, I walked to my closet, ignoring the suitcase on the ground and threw on a sundress I had left here. I didn’t know who was waiting or how formal I had to be. I quickly threw my hair into a braid before checking my face in the mirror. The puffiness wouldn’t be able to go away in time, as I already heard rushed steps up the stairs. It finally dawned on me that whoever it was was being sent up to my room. Who would my parents have me meet in my room instead of downstairs with them?

As soon as the thought finished, my door was practically kicked open. I had less than 2 seconds to process who it was before arms were around me and squeezing me almost as hard as Mom had at the airport. Instantly the familiar scent hit my nose and I reeled back, surprise taking over the confusion and tears welling up faster than ever before.

“My sweet babygirl, you think I could handle two weeks with you in another country across the world after what I did?” Chan smiled as tears streaked down his face, clearly wary of my reaction. “I- fuck. I’m so sorry for everything,” he fell to his knees in front of me. “I didn’t expect to meet your family like this. Hell, your dad’s first impression of me was with tears streaming down my face and blubbering out what I did before I was even invited in,” Chan laughed at himself a little. “Of course, then I was immediately brought to the kitchen where he had me sit down and explain everything. I felt like such an idiot saying it all out loud. I wouldn’t have forgiven me if I was him. But then he said it wasn’t up to him, it’s your decision on if I should get kicked to the curb.” I stood in silence, staring down at him. He wrapped his arms around my legs, shaking from the sobs he was clearly holding back. “Baby, my y/n. I don’t even know where to begin. I screwed up so tremendously. The company couldn’t even stop me before I had booked a flight and had Bin race me to the airport. Felix called me a moron before I left,” at that he leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“He’s not wrong.” I sunk down to my knees to be level with him. His eyes widened and tears still silently slid down his cheeks. I shook my head as I pulled him to me, finally hugging him back. “You’re a moron for coming here when you should be working on the album. But I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more. We can get through this. I just- it sounds so selfish- but I needed to truly see if you still wanted this. This was more than I ever expected.” I pulled back to look him in the eyes, bringing my hands to his cheeks to wipe the tears away. I leaned forward and connected our foreheads, breathing in his presence.

His words were barely a whisper as he breathed them into our shared space. “I thought I lost you. I swear on my career that I will change for you. You mean too much to me to watch you slip away again. I love you more than words can express. To the moon and stars beyond, my angel. Always.” I closed my eyes at his confession, breathing in the love he was giving back to me.

“How about we go back downstairs and reintroduce you to my parents. Since, you know, you’re meeting them now.” I giggled softly as he stiffened.

“Can we hold each other a little longer first? I look like a mess and it’s been long overdue to have you in my arms again.” I fully laughed at that. “Of course, love. You’re mine, they can wait to see the best version of you while I piece it back together for a bit.” He pulled away and stared at me. Without another word, he launched into a tackle, hugging me like he would never let go.

#skz x reader #stray kids #skz imagines #skz #skz angst #bang chan #bangchan skz #bangchan x reader #bangchan imagines

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kyhgwts · 2 years ago

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part2 of my steddie short story!

And again, because i am so so so so so thankful. I did not at all expect for my short story to get so much love! It makes me so happy people are enjoying what i write. Being a writer has honestly helped me a lot, i start to feel like a mom when i’m texting now. All my friends write in run on sentences, and it gets me so mad! But enough of that. I just wanted to say thank you, to everyone who interacted and helped me to get to this point. Tags: @e0509 @tayhar811 @kellynickelsgirl00 @jessetalexis-blog @steveharringtonsnailedbat @cherrycolas-things @playfuloutcast @forksloree @beckkthewreck

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‘You’re starving our poor girl’ Eddie says, Steve just makes a grunt rolling his eyes.

‘She’s not starved, i fuck her when she asks’ Steve said in defense.

‘Only when she asks? She’s a shy girl yeah? She’s not gonna always tell you Steven, you got to be able to read her’ Eddie says.

You had been asleep, Steve coming home early. Steve leans against the counter his head hanging through his arms.

‘Read her?’ Steve asks, Eddie rolls his eyes.

Steve had never really been the type, he was all consensual king. Sure he had fun in high school but he liked to leave that behind.

‘Yes read her. You’ve got to be able to tell when she wants something.’ Eddie says, and Steve really hates he has to say this.

‘i dunno how to do that’ he mumbles turning around to the fridge, opening it and getting a bottle of water.

Eddie grins, because he can tell Steve is embarrassed. He knows Steve doesn’t like to admit that.

‘Well first off, she’s shy. But surprisingly when she wants something it’s very obvious. Last night i realized she does this thing with her hands.’ Eddie says, mocking your movements of twisting your fingers together.

‘She does that when she’s anxious’ Steve says, Eddie shakes his head.

‘No sir, you are wrong. She does it when she wants something from you. I mean, it doesn’t always have to be sexual. But she does it before she’s about to ask you.’ Eddie says, Steve gave a weird look.

‘How did you learn this in one night’ Steve says raising his eyebrow.

‘Okay, so anything else?’

‘i think she has a daddy kink’ Eddie adds on as if it was nothing, Steve holds up his hand.

‘Wait wait wait, slow down. A daddy kink? what the fuck do you mean’ Steve says, Eddie stares at Steve a little bit longer to see if he’s joking.

‘oh dear god,’ he mumbled ‘you know, and you’d think you were the virgin’ Steve mouth hangs open.

‘It’s not my fault you-‘

‘i’m what?’ Eddie says, Steve cowers.

‘I don’t know! sex god i suppose, you know everything’ Steve says, Eddie actually laughs at this head thrown back.

‘Steve, do you not know what a daddy kink is?’ Eddie asks, Steve narrows his eyes.

‘Well- yeah? She calls you Daddy that’s what-‘

‘Not just that, it’s like…’ Eddie thinks trying to find his words. ‘She likes to be taken cared of, and babied’

‘Babied?’ Steve furrows his eyebrows.

‘Okay so… how is she gonna start doing that do we have to tell her’ Eddie laughed, Steve was so lost.

‘No if you just get her far enough in her head she will, it’s all about getting her to that space’ Eddie says, Steve nods.

‘I’m gonna go wake her up’ Steve says, walking off to his room. Eddie just grins watching him.

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You were under Eddie as he kissed down your throat. You mewled, hands in his hair.

Steve was watching you two, and it enlightened something in him.

The noises you were making as Eddie practically attacked your neck, it made Steve rethink his whole life.

During sex, you had never really been like this to Steve. You were so desperate and clingy towards Eddie. And sure you were with Steve too but, it was different somehow.

‘mm’ want em off’ you whine pulling at your t-shirt, Eddie quickly got up from your neck pulling your shirt off. Leaving you in only underwear.

‘These’ you protest pulling your underwear down, before you could fully pull them down, your hands were stopped by Eddie.

‘You gotta slow your roll pretty girl’ Eddie says laughing, Steve’s eyes widen when you obey.

You whimper when Eddie began to circle your clit with his thumb. Making you twist your fingers, Eddie noticed and turned to Steve. Steve nodded to tell Eddie he understood.

‘What do you want princess, hm?’ Eddie asked, the way he asked it made you feel embarrassed and comfortable all at the same time.

‘You’ you whine, you try to move your hands but Eddie grabs both putting them above your head. You make a pout, making him laugh at you. Eddie pulls down your underwear, you now smile in triumph.

When your underwear was off, and thrown on the floor Steve almost groaned. The way you had been acting towards Eddie was making Steve insane.

You whine, bucking your hips when his fingers swipe up your pussy.

‘Look, she’s already wanting me again and i just helped her last night.’ Eddie teased, making you furrow your brows together in annoyance. Eddie turns to Steve.

‘Now steve, this, is what you do for consent.’ Eddie begins, turning back to you.

‘We gotta make you a safe word, what’s your favorite color sweetheart’ Eddie says, Steve is about to say it but Eddie throws a hand back to stop him.

‘Brown,’ you mumble.

‘S’ like your eyes’ you say smiling fondly, Steve rolls his eyes.

‘Did you tell her to do-‘ Steve didn’t really quite get was going on, obviously.

‘Steve, baby imma need you to shut the hell up.’ Eddie says, Steve shuts his mouth immediately.

baby

‘Alright, brown is your safe word okay, so anytime you want me to stop, you say that word alright?’ Eddie says, you nod breathlessly.

‘Steve, i want you to watch her very closely. You’ll notice she gets more distant, okay. That’s a sub space,’ he explains, Steve nods. ‘and don’t ruin it or i’ll murder you’ He threatens quietly so you don’t hear.

‘Okay’ Steve whispers, turning to watch you. You were looking up at Eddie like he owned the world. Your eyes blown wide and puppy like.

Your hands flew out to grab onto him, clawing at his shirt trying to pull at it. You went silent when he began to pull his shirt off swiftly, throwing it to the ground.

You smile sheepishly, feeling his stomach and his abs. He grins as he pulls off his boxers. Your eyes now look down at that, your stomach churns.

He was big, very big actually. He wasn’t as long as Steve, but he definitely beat Steve in thickness.

Steve could see your eyes, you looked so distant.

You wanted to clench your thighs to relief yourself but Eddie’s hands held apart your thighs. You huff out a frustrated sigh. Eddie looks up at you and laughs, you had the meanest look on your face.

‘what do you want, hm? Sweet girl?’ He says, hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

‘you’ you whine, Eddie shakes his head.

‘you gotta be more specific sweets’ Eddie says, you stare at him with annoyance.

‘you know what i want.’ you say sassiness filled in your tone, hands moving to grab him in your hands. He immediately takes hold of both your wrists and slams them above your head. You whimper trying to move your hands, his grip tight.

‘It isn’t hard. why do you have the need to be a brat? huh?’ he says, Steve can see your eyes go big and wide. Steve trusted Eddie, and he knew Eddie would never hurt you.

‘m’ not a brat’ you protest meanly, squirming in his hold. He leans down mouth right next to your ear.

‘If you keep that attitude up, i won’t even consider letting you come. Do you hear me?’ he says, your eyes go impossibly wide and you whimper nodding your head.

‘Now. Let’s try again, what would you like?’ he says, voice so threatening.

‘your cock’ you whisper, he breaks out in a grin. Steve shocked as hell, not once has he ever heard you talk like that.

‘good, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ he says, you shake you head. He then let’s go of your hands, and you fall limp. Eyes dazed, he smiles at you.

‘You remember that safe word sweetheart? i’ve got to make sure you know you can change your mind’ he says, you shake your head furiously. Confused as to why he would even ask that, because all you could think about right now was him and his cock.

‘Let me hear it.’

‘brown’ your voice was so fragile, extremely soft. It didn’t even quite sound like you.

‘Good girl’ Eddie whispers, tapping the side of your thigh. You try to stifle the whimper, but it obviously failed when you can hear Eddie chuckle slightly.

You felt his tip swipe through your folds, making you whimper. Eddie smirks, his grip on your hips so tight it hurt. But it hurt good, so good. When his tip slipped into you, you hold your breath.

He was taking his time with you, letting you get so wet and needy you wanted to punch him. You groan, pushing down your hips.

‘more.’ you protest, Eddie looks up at you.

‘i’m not sure you can take it’ he challenges, you make a frown. Shaking your head, you push on his chest.

‘i can’ is all you say, now mad at him. He looks at the emotions on your face. You actually looked starved of sex, like Eddie could see it on your face.

‘You sure? look how small your poor pussy is baby, think she can take it?’ Eddie asks, you nod humming.

‘Yes!’ you didn’t mean to shout, quite frankly you were just mad. So far in your sub space that you didn’t care if you were acting like a brat. You just wanted him, and punishment didn’t seem too bad.

‘You’re mean’ you protest, Eddie raises an eyebrow.

‘oh?’ Eddie looks back at Steve, wondering if he’s catching this. Because this is the most he’s ever seen a girl in a sub space. Steve looks pleasantly surprised, staring at your face which is full of emotions.

‘Is that what you want? for me to be mean? is that why your so wet hm?’ he asks, you whimper nodding your head.

‘have i cracked the code, sweetheart?’ Eddie grins, you make a confused face which is cut short when he slams into you.

Your face is contorted immediately, pleasure and pain thrown at you all at once. Steve eyes are burning a hole into you. He can’t look away, you are so beautiful.

Your mouth is shut, you can’t bring out coherent words. You try and pull Eddie down to you, wanting him closer than what he already was.

You couldn’t get enough of him, never in your life have you felt this way during sex. It was a whole new experience.

‘Fuck sweetheart, you’re swallowing me’ he says lips now close to you ear, as he kisses down your neck.

‘move.’ you whine pushing down your hips, your eyes glossed over. When he slowly pulled out, and then back in again you choked on a moan.

You didn’t understand what was happening, you were consumed by his smell. And hypnotized by the way he was making you feel.

He gave you a slow pace, and he knew what he was doing. Sooner or later you would burst, showing exactly what you were wanting and what was on your mind.

Steve moved over to get a better look, hand now helping him get off. Your eyes wandered over to Steve, and he looked so pretty. You hear Eddie chuckle, making you look back to him. He’s looking at Steve.

‘She really likes that view, she nearly crushed me with how hard she clamped down on me.’ he says, knowing how embarrassed it would make you feel. And sure enough, your cheeks were bright red.

Eddie groans when your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. It was a sight to see for Steve, he needed to stop being soft with you because god was this truly amazing.

‘You just can’t get enough can you?’ Eddie asks, you were going to give a quick answer. But Eddie already saw it coming, and he smashed into you. Leaving you a whimpering and suby mess.

Your no longer there, eyes squeezed shut as Eddie held you and pounded into you. The repeated hit to your spot had your eyes starting to water.

‘come on baby, i can feel you sucking me up. Your so close’ he says. You cry, hands flying to his hair.

‘I- i can’t-‘ your breathless voice making Eddie smirk.

‘Can’t what?’ he asks, teasing as he lifts up your leg over his shoulder. Still making a brutal pace on you.

‘I- i don’t know’ you sob, Steve is alarmed by your sob immediately looking at you.

‘Come on honey, i know you’ve got it. You’re being so good for me, don’t you like being good for me? hm?’ he says, and you melt. Body going limb as your tears rack through you.

And you weren’t sad, you just felt so good. It was so overwhelming to the point you didn’t know what to do. Searching for purchase, you hold out a hand to Steve who immediately grabs it. You cry out the feeling in your tummy so close to pushing it out.

‘Come on sweet girl, let go. Show Stevie how much you love being controlled and fucked till you can’t breath’ he says, and you hadn’t even realized what you said.

‘Daddy’ it was a soft sob, that alerted both Steve and Eddie. Eddie looked back at Steve grinning. Steve looked like he was red in the face, like he enjoyed it all too much.

‘Daddy?’ Eddie asks smirking as he kissed you, you cry into the kiss. Nodding your head, he pulls away. Somehow making his hips snap quicker.

‘Please! feel so good’ you groan, and before you know it the feeling in your tummy snaps.

You shake and cry in pleasure, head spinning. The white noise playing in your head as your vision goes black. Your hands are holding so tight on Eddie’s arms he thinks it might leave bruises.

Eddie let’s put a string of curses, the feeling of hot pleasure rolling into your pussy. For a moment, while your head clears and your vision comes back, the room is silent. But then you realize it’s just you, because you can hear mumbles.

Your eyes focus on Eddie, who breaks out into a grin.

‘There she is!’ he says leaning down and attacking you with kisses. Your breath is starting to become steady, your heart still racing.

Steve comes in, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself, love coming from all angles. You just lay there, comfortable and soaking up the love.

Soon enough Steve is taking you to the bathroom. Eddie cleaning the sheets and getting knew ones, When he’s done, he joins the both of you in the shower.

Your head still felt light, so free. You didn’t understand how just sex made you feel this way. When you all got out and changed, laying in the bed.

‘I need to do it next time’ Steve says, smirking at you. Eddie grins when you blush. Steve holds onto you tightly, arms wrapped around your lower waist. Eddie’s front right up against your back. His hand laid lazily across your stomach his head above yours. Steve’s face buried in you neck.

‘i’m tired’ you whisper, voice soft with a hint of rasp.

‘Good thing we’ve all got tomorrow free, eh?’ Eddie says, you and Steve hum in agreement.

And for the first time in your life, you actually felt so comfortable and completely free. The sleep was unmatched.

#foryou #smut is life #fluff #kyhgwts #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #dom eddie munson #dom/sub #daddy eddie munson #steve just observes

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 17

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none

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After waking up on the couch feeling slightly hungover and entirely dirty and stiff, I spend well over an hour in the shower, scrubbing off my makeup, washing the hair spray out of my hair and cleaning off the sweat from last night’s dancing. Feeling fully refreshed and clean, I wrap myself in a towel and lay on the bed. As I lay there staring at the ceiling the memories from last night flash back: my dance with Jensen, the ride back to the apartment, the conversation in the hall. I sit bolt upright.

“Shit.”

I jump up and search for my purse among the wedding boxes and pull out my phone but it’s flat. I take it back to my room and plug it in and wait impatiently for the screen to light up. I tap the screen multiple times, despite knowing it won’t speed up the process. While I wait, I pace around the room. I try to sort through everything that was said last night. I suddenly remember the plan I made.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

I run back to my phone on the bedside table and tap the screen impatiently three more times. When the screen finally lights up, I unlock it and scroll through for notifications, but there are none. I check the time: 10:47 am. I toss up with my options. Do I text Jensen and call it all off? I know I won’t get another chance if I do, he’s sure to get fed up with my hot and cold attitude. So, do I instead call Stewie and ask permission to use the cafe after close? But how could I possibly ask for or explain that. So, instead, do I wing it and hope for the best? Sneak in and clean up and lock up after and hope he never finds out? How could I possibly pull that off? I know there’s cameras on the street.

I start to pace again as I begin to hyperventilate. What the hell have I gotten myself into? The one person I want to call and vent to, I know I can’t. Even if we are back to normal again, I refuse to disturb her honeymoon with my stupidity and drama. I pick my phone up and scroll through my contacts looking for anyone who could possibly comfort me and give me answers in Stella’s absence. I hover over Jensen’s contact, considering calling the whole thing off, but I force myself to scroll past it. I then hover over my mom’s contact. Just as I’m about to call her, an email notification pops up at the top of the screen. I go to push it away but it catches my eye.

AUDITIONS FOR NEW YORK’S PRODUCTION OF GREASE OPEN AT 10am WEDNESDAY!

I tap on it to read the full email and I notice it’s fully addressed to me and time stamped at 5am. Is this the audition Stella submitted me for? We’ve watched the film together almost as many times as Moulin Rouge, so it must be. How is this the only reminder? I scroll through to the spam folder and low and behold there are three other emails informing me of the audition pages, date and time. I open the script and scan through it. Thanks to Stella’s surprise and the stupid auto spam folder, I now only have a few days to memorise the lines and figure out how I want to deliver them, pick a song to sing and prepare to learn the choreography. Sure, I could skip it, but I promised Stella, plus, it’s the role of a lifetime if I get it. There’s a reason there are four résumé emails sitting in my drafts; those job descriptions don’t make my heart race the way auditions and broadway do.

Now with a new focus, I throw on a pair of warm jeans, a sweater, boots and brush my hair. As I grab my favourite bag and search for my library card the still-blank NDA catches my eye. I leave it there as I rearrange my everyday wallet to put my ID and money back in from the fancy wedding purse. On the way out the door I grab an apple and rush downstairs, onto the street and over a few blocks to the library.

Inside the massive, historical-looking building I make a bee-line for the computer room. I log in to my emails and send the document to the printer. After logging out I take my pages and head to one of the private rooms to familiarise myself with the lines. I read through them in my head a few times before trialling them out loud.

“Oh, Danny, you don’t know how much this means to me! Now I know that you really care about me … What’s gotten into you? I thought we were just going to be steadies! I’ve never seen you like this. Just because you give me your ring doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. I’m still the same girl as last summer. I’m sorry, Danny. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing.”

As I read the words aloud, my accusation sparks through my mind. I feel like an idiot for accusing him of coming all this way just to get laid. I collapse on a beanbag and hang my head between my knees. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself, I force myself to stand up and keep practising the lines. At least for now I need to forget myself and channel her sweet, innocent and pure nature.

I read through the monologue with various intonations until my throat feels dry and hoarse. My stomach growls loudly and I stuff the slides into my bag and wander out onto the street where it’s lightly snowing; but not the nice type of fluffy white snow, it’s more like freezing rain. I groan as I traipse through the puddles towards the cafe. The second I pull open the glass door, the warmth and smell of fresh bread envelops me. I sigh happily as I wipe my feet and make my way over to the glass display case to see what’s still available so late in the day. Once I finally get to the front of the line I order a warm almond croissant and a mocha latte.

As I sit down and wait for my colleague to bring over my order I pull out the NDA. I continue reading through it. As I read, the food gets delivered and I savour each delicious bite as it warms me from the inside. When I finally get to the end of final page I reach down to pull out a pen, but as I sit up my elbow makes contact with the mug and the last mouthful of dark liquid spills over the open document. I try dabbing at it with napkins. But that just makes it worse; smudging the words and tearing the drenched pages. I sigh as I drop my head to the table in defeat.

I don’t notice the room empty out around me until my coworker comes over to clear the table. He hovers closeby taking in my desheveled state. “I take it your friend’s wedding went well?” I look up at him confused. “Stilll battling that hangover?” He says as he gestures at his head.

“Oh…Yeah, I guess. It’s been a big few weeks.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He stands there kinda awkwardly for a minute.

I finally realise what he’s waiting for. “Oh, sorry, I’ll let you clean up. Sorry.”

“Thanks.” As I pack away my things I hear the door bell jingle and my colleague walks back towards it and says. “Hey, sorry, we’re actually closed.”

“That’s not what the sign says,” I hear an instantly recognisable deep voice jest.

I look over at the two men conversing in the doorway and I will the ground to swallow me whole. I know I’m a mess. I had meant to go home and change, especially after the rain, but then the coffee and…I sigh. I swing my bag over my shoulder as I stand up straight to face the music. Jensen looks over at me as he notices movement. He gives me a small smile before a look of concern sets in. I make my way over to them. Not sure how else to defuse and take charge of the situation I make the most of my seniority over my coworker. “Hey Jonah, could you pack up the leftover food for this man please? Just as an apology for the inconvenience. The sign should be flipped first, if it’s not we’re still technically open,” I say as I walk past Jensen to flip the sign. I feel a little bad for being harsh on Jonah, I know he’s just finished high school and has only been doing solo closes for about a month, but I had to learn things the hard way too, so I brush it off.

“Right, sorry. Of course.”

Once Jonah finishes packing up the last few remaining pastries he places them on the counter. Jensen pulls out his card, “How much, man?”

Jonah glances over at me briefly before nervously starting to punch in the numbers.

“Did you already close the till?” I ask as I lean against the counter to glance at the machine. He nods awkwardly, clearly scared. I grab the box and hand it to Jensen. “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, sir. These are on the house. Enjoy.”

Jonah’s jaw drops. “But…Stewie, he said…” he glances nervously at Jensen and then back at me. He drops his voice, “We can’t afford anymore handouts…We need…”

“They just go in the bin or to the homeless otherwise, what’s the harm?”

“Not anymore, he said we have to wrap them up and sell them discounted next day. New year, new rules”

“New year, new rent increase, more like…Shit. Alright…If he notices, tell him he can take it off my next pay.”

Jensen pipes up from behind me, “Is there a problem? I can pay, I don’t mind.” I shake my head. He pulls his wallet back out and sorts through the notes. “How much would it have cost? Can you ring that up?”

Jonah looks at me for confirmation and I nod at the till. He punches in the numbers and reads out the final price: $42.87. Jensen pulls out a fifty and places it on the counter.

“I can’t give you change, sir.”

“Consider it a tip.”

The younger boy looks at me at a loss at what to do. “I open tomorrow, put the fifty in the drawer, write down the prices and I’ll sort it. You good to finish closing on your own?”

He nods, “Thanks.”

I nod and follow Jensen outside. A few steps away he says, “You really had to work today?”

“No, I just…I get discounts there, though it sounds like that’s gonna stop soon. It’ll be such a shame to see this place go. Stewie’s so passionate.”

He leans against a building and I join him. “You don’t get enough trade?”

“We do, especially since those photos got leaked, rent’s just insane and the cost of ingredients. But you didn’t come all this way to discuss how I might lose my job.”

He then notices the wad of dirty scrunched up paper in my hands. He gestures his head towards it, “You need a bin?”

I sigh and hold it up. “It was an accident, I swear! I was going to sign it, I promise!”

“Is that the NDA?” He bursts out in laughter. “After everything, it’s a bit late for that, don’t ya think?” He tears it in half and then walks towards a bin on the corner. I follow him in disbelief.

“But…”

He shakes his head. “Don’t sweat it.” He holds up the box of food. “You got somewhere we can eat this? Since we got kicked out of where you told me to meet you.”

I know that no where else in the area will let us bring outside food in; everyone’s struggling just as much as each other. A cold breeze blows past and I shiver. Without saying anything I let my tired, freezing body and feet lead the way.

Once Jensen recognises the apartment he asks, “We gonna eat in the hall or you gonna invite me in tonight?”

“Sorry ‘bout that. You can come in as long as you promise not to comment on the mess.”

“How messy are we talkin’?”

I don’t comment as we get into the elevator.

I turn up the thermostat before quickly doing my best to tidy up as Jensen stands in the doorway taking in the tiny apartment. I freeze as I notice him staring. “I bet your hotel room’s bigger than this…I know it’s not much…”

He quickly pushes off the door and comes over to me. “No, No…It’s…It’s nice…cute.”

I roll my eyes and walk away to tidy off the coffee table. “I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t have any plans for tonight. I wasn’t thinking. I just…I don’t know. I guess I was drunk and exhausted…”

He places the box on the now-clear table and reaches for my hand. “I don’t need big plans.” He pulls back and runs his hands through his hair and sighs, “See, this is why it was easier when you didn’t know who I was. Now you have all these preconceived ideas about me…I liked the way you looked at me and spoke to me before.”

Seeing him feeling just as uncomfortable and nervous as me helps me relax a little. “Me too…”

“I wanted you to know me as Jensen, not,” he shakes his head, “Not Supernatural star Jensen Ackles.”

I sit down on the couch. “But that is part of who you are. But maybe…Maybe I could get to know both?”

He sits down on the other end of the couch leaving a space between us. “I’d like that.” A silence fall over the room. Wanting to ease the tension, he leans forward and opens the box. “So is this stuff any good? You were trying to give it away so?”

“It’s not Stewie’s, but yeah. I just…I know I’m a mess, I was trying to, I don’t know…seem like I was in control. I missed the last team meeting due to wedding stuff and so I didn’t know the rules had changed. I always used to bring home the leftovers.” I sigh, “There I go again, showing off how desperately poor I am.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” He leans over and takes my hand again. “Please, don’t be ashamed of that. We all travel at our own pace, and there’s a lot of luck in who gets where in life. A few different decisions and I might still be there too.”

Getting emotional at his words, I pull away and change the subject. “You should try this.” I reach over the take out a peanut butter and apple strudel and tear it in half and hold out one half to Jensen. It’s not till after I take a bite that I realise about nut allergies. “Wait! You’re not allergic to nuts right?”

He shakes his head and smiles as he takes a big bite and chews slowly savouring the flavours. “Peanut…Cinnamon…Apple…” I nod. As he looks he me he chuckles. I wipe my face on my already soiled sleeve, the scent of old coffee fills my nose. He notices the look on my face and places his clean hand on my knee. “Hey, hey, stay with me. Right here.”

“I’m a mess…” Tears start to well up, and Jensen scoots over closer. “I wish you could see me how I was last night…before the third or fourth glass…During our first dance.”

“Hey, we were both a mess when we met. A bit of spilt coffee won’t scare me off. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“It’s not just that…”

“Tell me then. Talk to me, that’s why I’m here. I promise I won’t leave…unless you want me to.”

Completely exhausted and unable to hold in my emotions as he rubs soft circles on my back, I tell him all the things I would generally vent to Stella about. I tell him about my recent mental health struggles, my failed auditions and how I have have one coming up in a few days, how the cafe’s going downhill, how I feel like such a failure. He listens intently without offering advice or telling me how I could do things differently. And when I finish talking, I surprisingly feel lighter. He wipes his thumbs along my wet cheeks.

His eyes glance down at my lips but he quickly flicks them back up to meet my gaze. “You’re not a mess. You’ve just been through a lot.” I want to make a self-depricating comment but it dies in my throat as I look at him. He puts some space between us but takes my hands softly. “You’ve been doing so much on your own for so long…But if you’ll let me I’d gladly help halve your load. Even if it’s just by giving you someone to unload on like this.”

“Jensen…”

As if he can sense me trying to pull away, he changes the subject. “Tell me more about this audition. You should be preparing for that.” I pull away to go and get the slides. When I sit back down he sees the title on the front page. “Sandy, right? Or are you more a Frenchie girl?”

“I mean, Sandy’s the dream right?”

“So, that makes me Danny Zuko. The T-Bird chasing his Pink Lady.” I shake my head as I blush and bite my lip. “Yeah, you got this. There’s Sandy, right there. Alright, monologue or are you gonna be reading with someone?”

“Monologue.”

“How do you feel about that? I prefer reading off someone, I can feed off their energy.”

“You never know who you’re gonna get paired up with though. At least with a monologue I can fully prepare.”

“Perfect then. You wanna practice?”

“In front of you? No.”

He stands up, holds his hand out to me and I take it, he pulls me up and leads me to where there’s a bit more space behind the couch. “Alright, you don’t have to read for me, but loosen up for me. You’re stiff and nervous, which is completely normal, but I want you to ace this one. Is it a standard three-part broadway audtion?”

I nod. “Monologue, song, choreo.”

He pulls out his phone. “What song?”

“Jensen…I…”

“Hey, it’s just you and me, just like last night on the dancefloor. Just focus on me. What song?”

“I haven’t picked yet…”

“Let’s loosen up with this one then,” he presses play and an upbeat tune begins to play as he places his phone on the back of the couch and takes both of my hands and makes me move with him. He looks straight into my eyes as he sings along with John Travolta.

“I got chills, they're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying”

Despite Olivia Newton John starting to sing her verse, I don’t. “Come on, Darlin’. You can do it. I know you know it.”

“I need a glass of wine for this.”

He shakes his head as he smiles at me and leads us into the next verse. His carefree nature calms me and I give myself over to the music. By the end of the song we’re both laughing and a little out of breath as he pulls me into his chest.

“See, I knew you knew it! You sing like that in the audition and you’re sure to get the part.”

I lean my head back to look up at him and he can’t help but tilt his head down and close the gap. As if by pure instinct, I kiss back. It’s short and sweet as he pulls back gently, but it’s been so long since I’ve kissed anyone, it feels like a lifetime.

He whispers against my lips, “Please, no more running…Say you’ll be mine.” I sober up quickly and pull back, he instantly loosens his grip so I can break free. He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry. Was that too fast? I didn’t…”

“It’s been a long time for me…I need you to know that. And certain fears don’t just disappear. I can’t just jump into it like you want me to. This won’t work if you want or need more now. I’m not ready. I refuse to string you along anymore. And I don’t expect you to wait for me.”

“I’m not in a rush. I just got caught up in the moment. We can take this as slow as you need to, I want to wait for you, but I don’t want you to disappear on me. Don’t run, don’t ghost me. If something’s not working for you, tell me.”

“Jensen, you don’t…”

“I know. I said I want to. I don’t mind keeping my hands to myself if that’s what you need. Once I start filming again, we’ll be back on the phone anyway, and I just know that our conversations have quickly become some of the best minutes of my day and I felt lost when they stopped. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to kiss you again, but I won’t, not unless you want me to.”

I grab Jensen’s phone and pause the soundtrack, I stare at his lockscreen, it’s a picture of him with a beautiful white mare. I run my thumb over the horse’s nose, and breathe out, “Snowball…”

He tilts his head, “What was that?”

I shake my head and hold his phone out to him. “The horse, she reminds me of mine. Snowball. She’s one of the things I miss most about Texas…I miss riding, I miss the outdoors, hiking…”

“It’s a great state. New York’s not so bad, but I’d love to do all of that with you.” He tentatively steps closer and holds his hand out between us. I place my hand in his. “You tell me what you’re okay with. We move at your pace.”

“Thank you. Really, thank you for understanding.”

“Any decent guy would. But you’re worth waiting for, I can tell. You overthink a lot, but in the few carefree moments when you finally let down your walls…” He looks into my eyes. “Can I…” I nod. He tilts his head but waits for me to close the gap. He doesn’t attempt to lead me or deepen it, he just follows my lead and signals until I pull back. “See, I knew I wanted to do that again.” As my eyes blink open I notice the clock on the wall just past his face.

“It’s late…” I take a step back and look around and notice the still-full box of pastries. “I’m so sorry, I’m such a terrible host. You had half a strudel and I never even offered you a drink.”

He pulls me back to him. “I didn’t ask either. You can drop the bricks and mortar, Darlin’. I’ve enjoyed tonight.”

“I’m sure you got more than you expected, with my whole meltdown and all. I’m so sor-.”

He cuts me off with a soft peck. “I wanted you to talk to me. I’m sorry it came in the form it did, I didn’t mean for you to get so upset. But we all get emotional sometimes, and that’s okay. And even when I have to go, I’ll only be a call or text away. I’m happy to be a shoulder.”

“When? When are you-” I ask, but I’m cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He tries to ignore it but I step back and lean against the back of the couch. “It’s probably your driver. You should get that.”

He gives me an apologetic smile before stepping away to answer. I use the time to put the pastries in the fridge and tidy up as I try not to eeves drop.

Once he hangs up, he comes over and pulls me back into his arms. “I fly out Tuesday morning. There’s a few things I need to do back in Austin before going back to Vancouver. Can I see you again tomorrow night?”

“I’ve gotta open the store in the morning. And I have to prepare for this audition…”

“I’m only here one more night. Please. I’ll help you prep or we can sit and watch movies. I don’t mean to push you, it’s just…”

“It could be months before we can be in the same room again, I get it. As long as you don’t mind staying cooped up here again?”

“Not at all. I’ll bring dinner.” He slowly leans in as he gauges my reaction. Just before our lips meet he softly says, “Clif’s waiting downstairs. I should go.”

“You should,” I whisper back before closing the gap.

He eventually forces himself to pull away. “Text me when you finish work?”

I nod, “I can do that.”

“Good night, Darlin’.”

“Good night, Jensen.”

I can tell he wants to make a teasing comment at my use of his name but holds himself back as he strides towards the door.

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