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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago

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What You Do to Me

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting will be blocked

Notes: This was an abandoned Kinktober prompt from forever ago, so. Enjoy.

Not beta-read. Will probably spot 80 typos as soon as I post. Also posted it to the wrong blog the first time, whoops.

Length: 4.9K

Warnings: Best friend's dad Jake; age gap; praise kink; scent kink; masturbation; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal fingering; finger sucking; safe sex

Summary: You'd had a crush on your best friend's father for as long as you'd known the guy. It had been years. You'd gone on dates with other people; you'd had a couple of relationships, but you were never able to get the man fully out of your head. Jake made you so nervous, and it didn't take much—a hand on your back as he passed you in the kitchen, a smile across the table, a cheeky wink as he said pointedly said something so deeply uncool that Rebecca groaned in frustration. He was so intimidating, and brilliant, and gorgeous—and despite your intelligence, he just scrambled your brain.

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“I’m sorry about this.”

It had to be the fifth time you said it, but you seemed not to be able to think of anything else to say. You almost never could when Mr. Seresin was nearby. The soft chuckle that he loosed now did absolutely nothing to lessen your embarrassment—which was insane.

You'd been coming to the man's house for years, but you couldn't shut off the part of you that was so nervous in his presence. He glanced back toward you, shifting your duffel bag in his hands as he watched you hang up your coat on what had essentially become your hook in his home.

“It’s alright,” He insisted. “Are you hungry?”

You were starving, but you didn’t want to inconvenience the man more than you already had. Your old college roommate and best friend, Rebecca Seresin, wouldn’t be home for a full day, so you’d be alone with Mr. Seresin the entire time.

It was your own fault—you’d misread one of her messages and thought that she would be home when your train got in. You just wanted to keep yourself busy for the next day and not bother Mr. Seresin any more than you already had.

“No! No,” You fibbed, shaking your head.

But his little smile and knowingly raised brows told you that he didn’t buy your insistence for a second.

“Well, I was planning on ordering pizza anyway. You’re more than welcome to it when it gets here.” He turned away from you, adding, “Make yourself at home. I’ll go put your bag in your room.”

You bit your lip. Your room. It was his guest room, but you'd stayed there so often that he'd come to think of it as yours. It made you giddy. You’d been to the Seresin home so many times over the last few years, a few of your standard toiletries and a couple of spare pairs of clothes had their place in the guest room. When Rebecca had first invited you over for Thanksgiving break years ago, you couldn’t have known that you’d wind up spending so much time at the Seresin house.

You knew where everything was, you did the occasional load of your laundry, you knew where they hid the spare key. You were comfortable. Well—you were usually comfortable. Finding yourself alone with Mr. Seresin like this was pretty out of the ordinary.

You'd had a crush on your best friend's father for as long as you'd known the guy. It had been years. You'd gone on dates with other people; you'd had a couple of relationships, but you were never able to get the man fully out of your head. Jake made you so nervous, and it didn't take much—a hand on your back as he passed you in the kitchen, a smile across the table, a cheeky wink as he said pointedly said something so deeply uncool that Rebecca groaned in frustration. He was so intimidating, and brilliant, and gorgeous—and despite your intelligence, he just scrambled your brain.

You walked deeper into the home, glancing around the familiar surroundings. You’d take your time heading up, you decided. You wanted to shower; you felt so gunky from the hours-long train trip. You walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking through the things in there.

There wasn’t a lot, so maybe he really had been planning on ordering a pizza before you called him to ask him to pick you up from the station. You eyed the six pack of beer before you glanced back, as if expecting Mr. Seresin to pop up and shoo you away from the alcohol like a bad puppy. When he didn’t, you reached out, taking one of the cans and shutting the fridge. You pushed yourself up onto the counter, opening the beer and taking a sip.

Your stomach flipped at the sound of Mr. Seresin’s footsteps nearing again. You tugged your phone out of your pocket, eyeing the screen and swiping through various apps to occupy your attention. His footsteps slowed, then seemed to still. You could feel his gaze lingering on you. It was a feeling that you’d grown more and more familiar with, and longed increasingly over the last few years.

“You gonna ID me?” You finally quipped as he came closer.

“I know you’re old enough. Have been for a while.”

You watched him round to you, leaning heavily on the counter as he drew out his phone. He seemed to swipe through a few things with a deep knit to his brow. You let yourself just watch for a few quiet moments. You’d rarely had the opportunity to look at him like this, to admire his features so openly, without fear of your friend catching you. His tongue poked out, and your stomach fluttered as he swept it along his lower lip.

“Extra cheese alright for you?” He asked. Your stomach flipped again as his eyes darted up to yours, catching you staring.

“Sure,” You agreed. You reached out to take a sip of your beer, but he took it before you could, raising it to his lips and taking a deep pull. You scoffed a stunned laugh, brows raising.

“Excuse you,” You reached out, prying it from his hand, and trying to ignore the skittering of goosebumps that ran up your arm as your fingers brushed his.

“My house, my beer,” He reminded you.

“Well, I licked it, so it’s mine.”

It was juvenile nit-picking, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to your lips before he hurriedly looked down at his phone, clearing his throat. Hell, you needed to get out of there.

“I’m gonna go freshen up.” You slid off of the counter, leaving the beer on the counter and sliding past him.

“Pizza should be here in twenty.”

“Sounds good!”

The guest room was just as you remembered it—sky blue walls, queen-sized bed, low walnut dresser and all. You crouched beside your duffel bag, fishing through it for a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. You hesitated as you drew them out, lips twisting thoughtfully. The combo was comfy, but it wasn’t the cutest thing you’d brought with you. You reached deeper into the bag, drawing out a pair of tight-fitting leggings and a tank top with a low back and a sweetheart neckline—

No! No, why would you do that? Mr. Seresin wasn’t looking at you that way…But, if he wasn’t looking, what was the harm in dressing this way?

You shoved the sweatpants and long sleeve top back into your bag before straightening up, stripping off. You kicked your clothing into a pile beside your duffel bag. If you’d only been there a time or two, you might’ve been more wary of leaving your things that way, but the Seresin house felt like a home away from home. You’d neaten up later.

You headed into the bathroom, kicking the door shut and cranking on the shower. You began to hum that you’d had stuck in your head all day, dropping your clothes on the counter to change into. You got into the shower, tugging the curtain shut. You took your time cleaning up, using the water’s cover to transition from humming to singing softly under your breath.

You managed to lose track of time, only realizing how long you’d taken when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widened as you heard the door open just a little.

“Pizza’s here.”

“Okay!” You squeaked, “Thanks!”

You pushed out a breath as you heard the door close again. You shut the shower off, listening closely for the sound of the bedroom door closing as well. You snagged your towel from the bar outside of the shower, drying yourself off before stepping out. You eyed your outfit again. It was going to be fine—if he really didn’t care, then it really wouldn’t bug him, right? And if he did…A thrill of excitement trickled over you as you dressed. You gave yourself a look in the mirror, eyeing the expanse of your back revealed by your top. You gave a little shimmy, grinning at yourself before opening the door. You drift back into your room, bending down and scooping up your clothes to toss into the hamper. You glanced through it, frowning.

Didn’t you…

You turned, glancing between where you stood and where you’d dropped your things.

Where did your underwear go?

“You’re not seeing anyone?”

Maybe there was some wishful thinking on your part, but you were almost certain that Mr. Seresin was flirting with you—and that question wasn’t helping. The conversation hadn’t just been limited to the typical topics that you tended to discuss with Rebecca present. Sure, he’d asked you about how work was going, but it had moved on to what each of you liked to do in your free time, what you wanted your future to look like, his favorite places that he’d traveled, and where he’d like to go in the future—and now, whether or not you were seeing anyone.

You shrugged a little, poking a few remaining crumbs on your plate.

“Guys my age just don't interest me. They’re all immature little assholes.”

“I seem to remember being like that.”

“You’re not anymore?”

“Ouch!” Jake had laughed, slapping his hand over his heart. “That hurt me.”

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” You couldn’t resist the opportunity to ask. Jake’s brows rose a touch before he gave a short shrug.

“I haven’t for a while.”

“Why not?”

“Just haven’t felt the need.”

Your brow furrowed, your head tipping to the side as you considered that.

“Becca’s moved out, you’re here all by yourself…Doesn’t that get lonely?”

“Work keeps me busy.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Your stomach flipped as Jake’s eyes narrowed. He finally looked down at his food, shrugging again.

“I don’t think about it much.”

You weren’t sure you believed that—and it certainly wasn't a no.

“You don’t have to do those.”

You kept your focus on the dishes in front of you, even as he joined you at the counter.

“I really don’t mind.”

“You’re an angel.”

Angel—that had no right sounding so goddamn good coming out of his mouth.

“That’s probably a bit much, Mr. Seresin.”

“You can call me Jake, you know.”

“I know,” You chuckled. “Just…Just a habit, I guess.”

“We’ll have to break you of that.”

The assertion made your stomach a flurry of butterflies. You hadn’t been blind to the speculative little looks that he had given you throughout dinner, or the change in his tone as you’d asked about him being lonely.

“Want another one?” You heard. You glanced back toward Jake to find him taking another beer out of the fridge.

“Sure,” You nodded, “Thanks.”

You bit your lip as Jake sidled up beside you again, setting the beer down by the sink and taking a sip from his own.

“I’m gonna head up in a bit,” He warned, “But you’re obviously welcome to stay up, do whatever you want.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the pangs of inadequacy and disappointment that made a home in your chest.

“Sounds good,” You fibbed. “Long day?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got a few emails to wrap and send off before I head to bed.” Jake raised the beer to his lips. “Holler if you need anything, though.”

“Sure! Thanks. And thanks again, for,” You raised a hand, waving around the kitchen, “You know.”

“Anytime,” He smiled. He patted your back, holding your gaze. “Goodnight.”

Damn, his hand felt so wide and so warm against your skin. You fought back a shiver, but couldn’t help pressing back into his touch just a little.

“Night,” You murmured. You saw a slight flicker in his expression, but before you could read into it, Jake was pulling back, his hand falling away. You turned back to the dishes, sighing as his footsteps receded. You could still feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. It was scant contact, but you were pretty sure you’d be thinking about that all night.

You shut off the sink, looking around. The house was so quiet. What the hell were you going to do? You supposed you could watch something? They had, like, every streaming service known to man, but you didn’t really want to watch anything. You sighed heavily, resigning yourself to a night of reading and fantasizing in your bed.

He shouldn’t have taken them. What the hell was he thinking? Jake eyed the pillow that he’d tucked your underwear beneath, swallowing thickly. He’d spotted them as he’d been leaving the guest room, just plopped atop a pile of clothing next to your duffel bag. He’d been thinking about them all throughout dinner—the dirty little secret waiting for him in his bedroom. He found himself listening for your footsteps, but…Nothing. Maybe he could just sneak them back into your room without you noticing? He could—He was sure he could.

Jake lifted the pillow away, taking up the scrap of black lace. He hesitated, heart pounding in his chest before he raised them closer. He took a whiff, then moaned quietly, pressing his face fully into the fabric as his dick twitched in his pants. Fuck, he could get addicted to that scent. He glanced back toward the closed door. You wouldn’t be up anytime soon, right? You’d probably stay downstairs, watch something before you headed up. He’d have time to put them back. He could be quick.

Jake hurriedly stripped off and grabbed some lube before he climbed onto his bed, taking up your panties again. He laid back, grasping himself in his slicked hand and holding the panties to his face with the other. He drew a deep breath in through his nose, humming low in his throat as he jacked his hardening cock.

You’d been damn near irresistible at dinner. The swell of your breasts had been tantalizingly visible as you’d leaned over your plate. The low back top exposing the expanse of your smooth skin had nearly driven him to distraction when he’d seen you at the sink, and the leggings you’d opted for had made him want to peel them off of you and bend you over the goddamn counter.

Were you still downstairs, laid out on the couch? He’d seen you make yourself at home before, one leg on the cushions, the other on the floor. Jake wanted to push your thighs wide and bury his face between them. He wanted to feel you grind against his lips, hear the little gasps and whines he was sure you’d make. He’d felt you press against him in the kitchen—he was willing to bet you’d be fucking gag for it.

Jake took in another heady breath, groaning, “Fuck,” Aloud before he could stop himself.

You froze at the curse. You’d been on your way to your bedroom when you’d heard it. Was Jake…Okay? Maybe he’d stubbed his toe, or dropped his phone behind the bed, or—

Your jaw dropped, heart pounding as you heard him moan. There was no way he was making that sound because of a stubbed toe. You bit your lip, creeping closer and pressing your ear to the door. You couldn’t hear as much as you could if you just….Opened the door a little.

You bit your lip, shaking your head. No way, there was no way you were going to do that. It would be a gross invasion of privacy, he’d surely kick you out of the house if he caught you. But you could listen just a tiny bit more, right? You pressed your ear even closer, letting your eyes slide closed as you heard him panting, cursing.

Was he naked? Had he just tugged his cock out of his sweatpants for a quick one? You slipped your fingers beneath the band of your leggings, toying with your neglected, tingling clit. You breathed softly between your parted lips as you ground against your hand, straining to hear the needy grunts and groans on the other side of the door. Fuck, you had to be quick. If he caught you—

Your heart plummeted into your stomach as you heard him say your name. Your fingers stilled, eyes popping open as you stood outside of his bedroom with your hand in your pants. Could he see your feet beneath the door? Had you made a sound and not realized? What as he going to do—

Jake groaned your name again, the sound chased with a ragged-sounding, “Angel…Mm, fuck, smell so fucking good…”

You slowly slid your hand out of your pants as you stared down at the doorknob. You could just hardly hear him over the blood roaring in your ears. You swallowed thickly before you raised your shaking hand to the knob, slowly turning it. You opened it slowly, wary of the door creaking. You finally opened it just enough to see the bed. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Jake splayed out on top of the sheets, thrusting up into his hand as he pressed something to his nose. He murmured your name again, thighs tensing as his thumb swept across his cock head. You got a better look at the fabric in his hand as your focus adjusted to the dim light of the room.

You swallowed thickly. You could still leave—he hadn’t seen you. But when would you ever have another chance like this? You’d caught him red-handed. You drew in a deep, steadying breath as you gathered your courage.

“Finish answering those emails?”

You watched as Jake started, scrambling back and yanking his sheets up to cover his body. You took in his wide, almost wild eyes, and the flush rising in his cheeks. He swallowed thickly.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Looking for those,” You nodded toward the panties where they were still balled in his fist. His grip tightened on them as his glance darted to the lace. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips.

“What are you doing?” He asked lowly. You shifted in his lap, thrilling at the feeling of his cock beneath his sheets.

“What we’ve both been thinking about.”

“This isn’t right.” “Neither is stealing my panties, but that didn’t stop you.”

He heaved in a deep breath, jaw going tight.

“I shouldn’t have taken them and I’m sorry. You—” He sucked in a breath as you shifted in his lap again. “You need to leave."

“Why? So you can finish the job up here yourself?” You searched his face, letting your focus travel down to his broad shoulders and muscled chest. You’ve often seen him in sweat-soaked shirts, caught the slightest patch of skin as he’s raised his shirt to swipe at his forehead, but the glimpses have always been so brief, and few and far between

“I mean I could, but…” You leaned in, raising your pussy-slicked fingers to his face, sliding them against his lower lip, “Then we’d both have to deal have our fun alone.”

Jake’s tongue swept across his lips, just barely grazing your fingertips as you pulled them back. You watched his eyelashes flutter, his nostrils flare as he took in the scent of you. He tipped his chin up, tongue darting out to sweep across your fingertips. You smoothed your hand over his cheek, stomach swirling with butterflies as he turned his face into your palm. You pressed closer, brushing a kiss along his tight jaw. Jake drew in a deep breath, shaking his head.

“We shouldn’t,” He mumbled—but the insistence wasn’t nearly as stern as it had been just a few moments okay. You rolled your hips down against him, resting your forehead against his.

“Do you want me?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” You reached down, taking hold of his hand. He let you lift it, fingers trailing gently over your side, around to the band of your leggings. You let it linger there for a moment before you guided it beneath the fabric. You sighed softly as his fingertips grazed your aching clit, and smiled as he reached further down, swiping against your slick folds.

“You feel that? What you do to me?” You whispered, tipping your hips into his touch. “That’s all for you, Jake.”

You heard him moan low in his throat, and your heart stuttered as he tipped his chin up, his lips brushing yours.

“Fuck, angel,” He murmured, “What are you doing to me?”

Jake’s lips crashed into yours, sending you swaying back, then into him again. You moaned, parting your lips and sharing heated kisses. You whined as Jake leaned back and slid his hand from your leggings, wary that he was changing his mind. Instead, you watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth before he shoved them into yours.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion, raising your hand and grasping his wrist as he stroked his fingers along your tongue. You sucked in a greedy breath as he yanked his hand away again, grasping the backs of your thighs and tipping you onto the mattress. You pulled your top up, tossing it off as he grasped your waistband, tugging your leggings down and flinging them away. Your mouth fell open as he dove between your legs, his shoulders pressing your thighs wide. Your eyelids fluttered as his tongue swept across your pussy.

You shuddered at the slick, heated slide of his tongue against your plumping cunt. His lips brushed, then wrapped around your clit, sucking it tenderly. Your mouth fell open with a moan, your hand sliding down into his closely-cropped hair. You didn’t need to urge him on, or plead. Jake tipped his head from side to side, teasing you messily. You could feel the wet slip of your juices spreading between your thighs with each lash of his tongue. You raised your other hand to your breasts, smoothing your thumb over your pebbling nipple, arching up as your pleasure began to swell.

You felt so close so quickly, and riled up further as he speared a finger into your throbbing pussy. You felt his head lift, his tongue sweeping from side to side as he pumped and curled his finger, then added another. You bit your lip as your cunt clenched around him, unable to help leaning into the sensation.

“Jake,” You warned, “I’m— Oh god.” Your warning was bitten off as Jake’s eyes crinkled with his smile. He didn’t let you get another word in as he leveled sucking kisses to your clit. Your mouth fell open, your grip tightening on his hair as your hips bounded down against his lips. He groaned against you, the vibration sparking every nerve in your body as you let yourself go, your eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure pulsed through your body. You sagged back against the mattress, heart pounding as Jake drew his fingers from you. His kisses trailed up over your belly, brushing across your breasts before he caught your lips in a filthy kiss. You shivered at the taste of your arousal as it lingered on his tongue.

You felt his hardened cock brushing against your slick inner thighs as he ground against you. You reached down, curling your fingers around him, and thrilling at the feeling of him in your grasp. You’d seen him earlier, of course, but the light had been dim, and now, with your fingers wrapped around him, he felt so damn big—Not just long, but thick.

“What do you want, angel?” Jake murmured between kisses. “Anything, ask for anything, I’ll fucking give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.”

A wide grin split across his face as he pressed his hand between your legs, palming the slick, tender flesh.

“Your wish is my command.”

“That too much for you?”

You would’ve been more self-conscious about your needy whimper if it wasn’t for the slight note of strain in his voice. You’d know that you were in for a wild ride when you’d rolled the condom on, but this was next level. You swallowed thickly, your eyelids fluttering and blinking against the well of pleasurable tears.

“N-no,” You breathed.

“Good girl. Almost there, angel.”

Almost?

“How much more is there?”

Jake chuckled through your incredulous question.

“You’re taking me so goddamn well.” His praise made you arch up against him, your breasts brushing against his muscles as you pulled in a shuddering breath.

“Fucking made for my cock—mm.” His voice dropped to a breathy murmur as his hips finally pressed flush against yours. Your nails dug into the strong, tanned skin of his shoulders. Your cunt clutched at him greedily, adjusting to the almost harsh way his girth spread you. You let your eyes slide closed as he planted his knees on the mattress, levering your hips against his and gaining better purchase.

Despite your somewhat leisurely preparation and the tender way that he eased into you, the first snap of his hips was almost brutal. Your moan choked out of your throat, a broken yell of his name leaving you as your nails dragged harshly across his skin.

“You have any idea—How long I’ve wanted you?” He grunted between deep thrusts. “How badly I wanted to—fuck—bend you over the goddamn counter earlier?”

You couldn’t stop the satisfied, thrilled grin that spread your lips, finally certain that your flirty gambit had hit the nail on this particular head.

“You mean you didn’t just steal my panties for fun?”

Jake huffed a strained laugh as he dipped his head down for a deep, searching kiss. You curled your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close as your hips drove up against his. He broke your kiss with a gentle nip to your lower lip, and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Hold on tight, pretty girl.”

He set an almost furious pace, the sounds of your slapping skin nearly drowning out your whimpers. Your arms tightened around him, clinging to him as he took and took and took. You peered up at him almost wondrously, watching the flex and clenching of his muscles; the roll of his hips; the shine of your juices on his condom covered cock as he fucked you. Your toes curled in the sheets as your legs wrapped around his.

“Jake,” You moaned, “You feel so fucking big—Fuck, just like that.”

His growl-edged groan tore through you as his pace seemed to stutter a little.

“Harder?” You begged. He chuckled cruelly, thumbs swiping against your hips.

“Angel,” He shook his head, “Any harder and I’d break you.”

You tipped your head back against the pillows, surrendering to his whims—his thrusts, curses, kisses, nips, bites. You cunt throbbed as he drew his cock back, the tip still nestled in your entrance. He watched you closely, eyes dark with want as you strained against his grips and tried to draw him back in.

“Do you think you could cum just like this?” He murmured. “Hm?”

“I want your cock, Jake.”

“You have it, angel. You feel that?” You whimpered, wriggling against the sheets as he eased himself back in, inch by tortuously slow inch. “You feel what you do to me?”

You nodded blearily, growing closer to your orgasm as he grasped your wrists in one of his hands and pulled them up over your head. He curled close again, chest brushing yours as his hips ground into you deeply.

“Jake,” You sighed, forehead knocking against his, arching up against him. “I’m almost—fuck, ‘m so close, please.”

Jake grinned brightly, sliding his hand between the two of you and toying with your tender clit. Your jaw dropped at the onslaught, your pussy tightening and throbbing as you came. Jake followed close behind, a low, rough growl pushing against your neck as he followed close behind. Your eyes closed as his hips bounded, then stilled. He sighed into your neck, breath hot against your neck as the two of you settled. He tipped his head up, nuzzling your temple as you smoothed your hands over his back.

He drew out of you slowly, your cunt aching and clenching as he pulled away. You swallowed thickly, peering up at the ceiling as you heard Jake get out of bed. It was chased by the click of him turning on his bathroom light, and the hush of running water.

Oh…God, that was good, but you hadn’t thought about this part. Was he going to ask you to go back to your room? Should he even have to ask? You know what, maybe you should just go right now, before he had to say anything—

You propped yourself up on your elbows as Jake climbed back into bed, gently pushing your thighs apart and wiping you down. You bit back a bashful smile as he pressed a kiss to your hip. You watched him lob the washcloth toward the hamper before he cuddled close, propping his hands up beside your elbows.

“Going somewhere?” He asked.

“Bed?”

“You’re in one, angel.” Jake lowered his head, brushing his lips against yours. “But you’re welcome to go back to yours if you like.”

You leaned up, taking his lower lip between your teeth and giving it a tug, grinning as he pressed closer, lowering the both of you back onto the sheets.

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godslino · 1 year ago

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ORANGE PEELS | minho established relationship. fluff.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: brief mention of not eating (nothing serious, reader is just really busy!) summary: minho and the orange peel theory

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“Well hello there beautifu—oh, okay. Or not.”

Minho blinks at the empty space where you’d just been standing, dumbfounded at the lack of enthusiasm at his arrival. When he realizes you’re not coming back, long gone into the living room, he makes his way inside.

“Sorry! I have to finish!” You call over your shoulder, hurrying back to your laptop. You seat yourself on the floor, back against the couch as you resume typing.

There are sounds of Minho toeing his shoes off at the door, bags being placed on the counter, and then eventually the rustling of his jacket as he shucks it off and throws it across the back of the couch.

“You’re not done yet?” He asks, crouching beside you. He knocks a kiss to your temple, and you let yourself lean into the touch for a moment.

“No,” you sigh, “I have, like, five pages left.”

“Babe, you realize it’s almost seven-thirty, right?”

“I know!”

“Okay, okay.” He throws his hands up in surrender.

Minho disappears after that, knowing how much you need space and silence when you’re focusing. You feel bad about it afterwards, not meaning to snap at him especially since tonight was supposed to be date night.

The two of you had plans to stay in; Minho was going to cook a small dinner while you picked out a series of movies, and then the both of you were going to plant yourselves on the couch for the remainder of the evening and celebrate the rare occasion of being off of work on the same night.

Everything got derailed when you woke up that morning and saw that you had an email notification from one of your professors:

Good morning all,

A gentle reminder that your reports are due by 11:59pm. Late work will be accepted with the stipulation that 10 points are deducted for each day that has passed since the original due date. If you have any questions about my late work policy, please refer to the syllabus.

Happy Friday!

Best Regards,

Professor Kang

The whole thing is entirely your fault. You’d failed to realize that the deadline had been pushed up by a week, your mind still under the impression that you had time to finish. Thankfully, you’d at least started the report. The down side was that out of a fifteen page paper, you only had around five done.

So, after a few messages to Minho where you apologized profusely, followed by a phone call where he reassured you that it was fine, the two of you still decided to go through with your plans. You’d been glued to your computer all day, desperately trying to finish before Minho was set to arrive. But as it turns out, the rubric for the assignment is a lot more detailed than you had originally thought, so the process has been rather slow.

“Have you eaten?” Minho calls from the kitchen, followed by the sound of your cupboards opening and closing. You respond with a sound of dismissal, your eyes scanning the screen for any typos.

“Babe?” He tries again.

“Huh? What? No, I haven’t.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Minho, I don’t have time—”

“I don’t care.” He says, his voice much closer this time. “How do you expect to get anything done if you’re hungry?”

“Haven’t even had a chance to be hungry if I’m being honest.”

“Wrong answer. Again.”

“It’s fine.” You shrug, looking up at him. He’s standing over you with his arms crossed, a disapproving look on his face.

When you turn your attention back to your laptop, he sighs in defeat, walking back towards the kitchen. You close your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself that he’s only trying to look out for you. Minho has never been a fan of your tendency to neglect yourself, especially in times of stress. So, in lieu of upsetting him, you call out,

“Can you toss me one of the oranges on the counter?”

Minho doesn’t respond. He’s probably sulking, something he always does whenever he’s upset. You briefly consider getting up to kiss the pout he’s probably sporting off of his face. But the clock is ticking, and if you finish the report, there’ll be more than enough time to do that later.

You’re so engrossed in your work, a helpful article that you managed to stumble upon giving you a huge amount of evidence for your final argument, that you don’t even realize it when Minho plops down on the floor beside you. You open your mouth to say something, turn your head towards him, and are met by his hand shoving a piece of orange into your mouth.

“Eat.” He says firmly, blinking when you slowly begin to chew. You stare at him with a confused look, releasing some of the tension between your eyebrows when he brings a finger up to poke the spot in the middle of them. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll do it for you. Just eat.”

You swallow, a small smile forming on your lips. Minho isn’t paying attention, his focus on the peeled orange in his hands as he breaks the pieces off one by one.

Soft and loving. Minho has always treated you the way you deserve. There’s never been a moment where you questioned how much he cares for you, not when he makes sure that you’re always his first priority. It doesn’t matter how tired he is, he’s always there, always ready and willing, always giving.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, laughing when he suppresses a smile, the shells of his ears a bright pink. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Yeah and you’re a chronic procrastinator.” He’s quick to bite back, holding up another piece of the orange to your mouth. You take it from him gladly, and he can’t help but finally crack a smile.

“I’m sorry I ruined date night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Minho says, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I already told you, it doesn’t matter what we do. I’m just happy we’re together.”

His words make warmth bloom in your chest. You turn to him, squishing his cheeks in both your hands. He blinks, “What?”

“Lee Minho. How did I get so lucky?”

He laughs at that, breathy and muffled from the way his face sits in your hands. “Well for starters, I’m the one who asked for your number, so if you really wanna get technical then—” He’s cut off when you lean forward and plant a big kiss on his lips.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Minho pouts when you pull away.

“You were getting cocky, I had to do something.”

“Says the person who ruined date night.”

“Hey! You said I didn’t—”

He shoves another piece of orange into your mouth, laughing when you cough around his fingers. He’s up and running in the blink of an eye, dodging your arms when you try to grab for his shirt. Minho’s quick, he waits for the opportunity and lunges for your waist, throwing you over his shoulder with a squeal. You beat your fists against his back, not really putting up a fight, though you’ll never admit that.

There’s only a few hours left until your report is due, but you can’t be bothered to care. Not when Minho is pinning you against the couch, hands poking your sides as he tickles you and kisses all over your face, the sound of both your laughter filling the apartment and the faint scent of oranges on his fingertips.

#lee know x reader #lee know fluff #lee know fic #lee know fanfic #skz x reader #skz fanfic #lee know fanfiction #skz fanfiction #lee know angst #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines

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strangesthirdeye · 4 months ago

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀ ɴᴇᴡ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ (ɪɴᴇғғᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅs x ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Summary: Little Star got a new friend.

Warning: IT'S INEFFABLE HUSBANDS! fluff, sweet, pet, Crowley being supportive dad, Aziraphale being Aziraphale. No episode 6 allows.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"and what are you hiding in your shirt, my dear?" Aziraphale raised his eyebrows at you after you entered the bookshop after walking in the park with your Daddy.

Crowley remained silent. You looked up at your Papa with an innocent face. Hands holding something in your shirt in a tight hug.

"Nothing!" you spoke with a sweet smile of hope that Papa Aziraphale did not suspect anything.

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes. "And what did I say about lying?" Aziraphale crossed his arms, mimicking that he was disappointed.

You looked down ashamed. "That's not good" you murmured.

Aziraphale smiles genuinely at you. "That's true. Now," he kneeled in front of you. "What are you hiding in this little shirt of yours?"

"it's-.. uh"

"Star's new friend" Crowley interrupted.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused. "new friend? who?"

"Kitty!" you took out the black kitten that was meowing.

Aziraphale was shocked. "Oh dear," he muttered.

You looked at your Papa pleadingly. "Can we keep it, Papa?"

"well.. it's a.. It's kind of cute but i don't think that-"

"oh, come on, Angel! It's just a kitten. Cats are usually lazy around and do nothing. It's not like they're going to damage books here" Crowley exclaimed. His hand petting your head.

Aziraphale hesitated as he watched your pleading face in front of him. He didn't have the courage to say no upon looking at your small face. His daughter.. His little Star that he and Crowley miraculously made. Crowley smirked at him. That damn smirk that Aziraphale fell in love with the first time he met Crowley 6 thousand years ago.

Now he hates that smirk makes his angel's heart beat faster. He doesn't like animals near his books in this bookshop. Not to mention whenever Crowley changed himself into a snake, he always scolded Crowley for not being close to his books. His precious books.

Now that it was you, he couldn't have any strength to protest.

"can we keep it, papa? i- i promise that i will take care of it and not let it near the books here" you pleaded by hugging the kitten tightly. The kitten just looked at Aziraphale with its yellow eyes.

Aziraphale sighed in defeat. "alright, we can keep it as long as it doesn't cause trouble" Aziraphale smiles at your happy face.

You put down the kitten and rushed for was to hug your Papa. "thank you papa!"

Crowley whistled. "That was pretty quick" Crowley muttered. He didn't expect Aziraphale to give in to you so quickly. Let alone let you take care of the kittens at the bookshop. He is still not satisfied that Aziraphale scolded him when he turned into a snake.

But then again, it's you he's thinking about. If he were in Aziraphale's place, surely he would also give in to you. He just couldn't see your upset little face.

"right, I suppose we need to prepare the needs of this kitten" Aziraphale suggested.

"It-"

"It is male, star" Crowley spoke. You looked at your daddy beaming.

"I want to name him, Moon!" you beamed

Aziraphale chuckled. "I think that's a good name. Little star and her moon. Perfect" Aziraphale stroke the kitten's head softly.

Moon sniffed Aziraphale's finger before letting Aziraphale stroke his head. Moon meowed at him. Crowley looked at Moon frowning.

"right, I think we need to go to the pet store.. You know? can't let him defecate here" Crowley looked around the bookshop. The key to the Bentley was clutched in his hand.

Upon hearing that, Aziraphale got up quickly. You looked at Moon excitedly.

"right, well we should go now" Aziraphale took his coat and walked out with you tailing behind him with Moon in your arms.

"Let's go!" you exclaimed. Moon meowed.

Crowley followed you and Aziraphale to the Bentley. Slightly glared at the kitten in your hand. Moon hissed.

Let just say, that Moon scratched Crowley's hand with a warning when Crowley and you first met him. Probably that cat knows that he is a demon? We don't know.

#david tennant #good omens #good omens x reader #good omens 2 #crowley x aziraphale #crowley good omens x reader #good omens x child!reader #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale x reader #ineffable husbands x daughter reader #ineffable husbands #micheal sheen #crowley good omens #aziraphale #Spotify

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inkedbydesire · 5 months ago

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Can’t Let Go (Pt 2)

Jimmy Uso x Black Fem Reader

(Part 1)

A/N: This is inspired by an Adele song called “Can’t Let Go.” Please give it a listen if you’ve never heard it. It will enhance your reading experience (I hope 😂).

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Warning: Some profanity but that’s about it.

Summary: Two years after your relationship with Jonathan Fatu ended due to infidelity on his end you received a letter from him. After more than one year of silence, your curiosity got the best of you, and against your better judgement, you opened it. Suddenly, the emotions you worked so hard to bury came rushing back. Now you must figure out your next steps. Do you proceed on with life like you never opened the letter? Or are you finally ready to sit down and talk to him?

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It took way too long to update this but I still love the idea so here we are. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or typos I may have missed during my proofreading.

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"What's up with you Y/N? You've been acting strange all day girl." Jade's voice was laced with concern and curiosity as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the clothed table of your favorite outside restaurant. The gentle clinking of cutlery and the low hum of city traffic filled the air around you but you barely registered it over your thoughts.

Reacting to her words you moved your attention from the chicken salad you were barely eating to look up at her. Her half-eaten plate was left unattended as her light brown eyes searched your face. Quickly you avoided her gaze and started fiddling with your fork. You'd hoped to make it through this outing without her noticing that something was off about you. But with your many years of knowing Jade Washington, you knew the chances of that were slim. One major con of having a psychotherapist as a best friend, you could get nothing past her.

And you couldn't rightfully be bothered about it either because she wasn't wrong. You had been acting strange. Normally you rushed to Jade with your issues but you weren't ready to divulge this one just yet. You and Jade barely got time off from your careers so when you did manage to get a few free days you wanted to make the best of them. Today was supposed to be about manicures, pedicures, shopping, and good food. The last thing you wanted to do was sour the mood with your baggage.

But nothing could distract you from the storm that came in the form of an envelope last night.

Why did you have to open that damn letter? Now you couldn't focus on anything or anyone for more than a couple of minutes without your mind reverting to the words that were penned across those pages.

Dear Y/N,

I can't believe I'm doing something as corny as writing you a letter. But I wanted you to know that every word was meant and I feel like writing it out is the best way to show that to you. Plus I have no other way to contact you without looking like a stalker. But that's my fault. It's my fault that it's been two years and the only way I get to see your face or hear your voice is in old videos and pictures. It's my fault that you removed yourself from my life two years ago and now it seems like I never existed to you. Did I mention that it's been two years? I remember the first time I saw you looking lost in the hallway back when we were in high school. Being nosy and saying something to you that day is still one of the best decisions I've ever made. Because from that day forward, you had me and I had you. I never thought there would be a time in my life when things would be different. I never thought I would find myself having to live my life without you in it. But here I am. But again, that's my fault. I fucked up and I can't apologize enough for it. I would write I'm sorry a thousand times on this paper if I thought that would make you acknowledge me again. You don't want to hear shit that I have to say. And I've tried. I've tried so many times Y/N. But I understand it though. I'm a piece of shit for breaking your heart and trust me I feel it every single day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I miss you so fucking much. It took me a while but once I realized that you really didn't want anything to do with me anymore I decided to fall back. I knew that I had to leave you alone so we both could get on with our lives. And I planned on doing that forever because that's obviously what you want. But I can't do it Y/N. I don't understand how you expect me to just let you go. What am I supposed to do just forget about everything we had and fall out of love with you? I've tried and I just can't do it Y/N. I guess it's not as easy for me as it seems to be for you. I know I don't deserve for you to ever speak to me again. Hell, you might not even open this letter. But if you do after all this time, that means you must still care a little bit about what I have to say. Everything between us was left so unfinished Y/N. You left me while I was on the road and I haven't seen or heard from you since. That's crazy.

I feel like I would have a better chance at moving on if I could get the chance to sit down and talk to you. Just one conversation Y/N. That's all I'm asking. Just one chance to make things right. I hope that isn't too much.

Love, Jon

You read that letter 5 times more than needed before you were able to rest your thoughts enough to fall asleep. And even then your dreams were restless and jumbled filled with unwanted memories of Jonathan.

His smile.

The sound of his laughter.

Stupid shit that you hadn't allowed yourself to think about in umpteen months.

"What's on your mind?" Jade asked, her voice gentle but persistent as she pulled you back to the present. She reached across the table and brushed her freshly french-tipped fingers against your hand.

"I've known you since 10th grade and on top of that I'm a damn therapist. I know when something is bothering you. What's up?" she urged.

Reluctantly you moved your eyes to meet hers again before letting out a sigh and slumping back into your chair.

"Jonathan Fatu," you said, forcing the name out as you watched her reaction. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers in instant understanding. That name was supposed to be forbidden territory. It was damn near like saying Candy Man five times in the mirror. You didn't do it and the people around you including Jade knew not to. You hadn't spoken that name aloud in over a year nor had you allowed yourself to think of him for more than a few fleeting moments.

Thinking about him for more than 60 seconds led you to a dark place. A place that you fought hard to stay away from.

Jonathan cheating on you happened so unexpectedly and it left you feeling completely blindsided and shattered. You never had any worries about Jonathan stepping outside of your relationship because you had it in your mind that he would never do that. Not to you. Especially when he knew what you went through with Trevor, the doctor you almost married. Plus you two had been in each other's lives since you both were 16 years old. Jade aside, he was your best friend. And you thought you were his.

So never in a million years would you have thought he would break your heart that way.

But he did.

He had damaged you so badly that there were days when your mom would walk in on you sitting and staring out the window like Bella fucking Swan. You and Jade used to always joke about that movie. Saying how over dramatic Bella was being. You never imagined that one day you would understand what she was going through. But eventually, you clawed your way out of the hole you'd fallen into, and the only way you could move forward was to suppress everything about Jonathan.

At first, it was difficult because he was still going through everybody and their mama to reach you. But his year of silence aided in your healing, or so you thought.

Now it seemed like that letter was unraveling the careful progress you'd make in piecing your life back together. You had convinced yourself that you'd moved on and yet here you were questioning everything.

"He sent me a letter," you revealed to Jade, your voice tinged with bitter amusement. "Of all things."

She sat back, her shoulders settling into the chair as she gave you her full attention. You could already feel this turning into an impromptu therapy session. Yet again another con of having a psychotherapist for a best friend. She always psychoanalyzed you making it hard to have a simple conversation between two best friends.

"My mom gave it to me yesterday." you continued, tracing patterns on the tablecloth with your fingertips. "He sent it there because you know he doesn't know where I live"

"I was going to ask you if you read it but by the look on your face I can tell that you did," Jade said to you. "So now my question is why?"

"What do you mean?" you responded even though you had a small clue on the direction she might be headed in.

"Y/N," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "after two years of unhealthily ignoring what happened between you and him, you had to know reading that letter would trigger you. We both know that you've never allowed yourself to properly heal. And you opening that letter definitely shows it. If you were completely at peace with Jonathan you wouldn't have needed to know what was in it and you damn sure wouldn't be sitting across from me looking like you've seen a ghost."

"Thanks for the consultation, Doctor Washington," you muttered in response with an eye roll, though deep down, you knew every word she spoke was the hard truth.

You tried to throw the letter away because you knew it wouldn't lead to anything good. You knew it wouldn't lead to anything good because rather than come to terms with what happened between you and Jonathan, you just learned to ignore it. You learned how to mask and live with the ache in your heart. You knew it wasn't healthy but it was how you got through the day without crying and you were so tired of crying.

For two years you had carefully built a facade that even you believed in until your mom handed you that letter. Now there were cracks in the foundation.

"What was in it ..... the letter?" Jade asked bringing your clouded mind back to her.

"He .... he sounds very remorseful and uh ... he wants me to talk to him .... in person."

Jade mulled over your words while she picked up her glass and took a sip of her iced tea.

"I think you should," she announced, and before you could say a word in protest she held her hand up to cut you off.

"Listen Y/N I wouldn't be saying this if I thought you were truly over him. But you're not. There are movies you won't watch, places you won't go, and even food you won't eat just because it reminds you of him. That's no way to live." she explained to you as you sat across from her trying to keep an open mind.

But just the mere thought of physically seeing Jonathan again was making your stomach churn with nerves.

"I'm glad you opened that letter because if it wasn't that it was going to be something else. I think it's time Y/N. Ignoring something isn't the same as healing from it."

You wanted so badly to argue against her words but again, she was right. You thought you had everything handled but in all actuality, Jonathan still had control over you and your emotions. You hadn't thought much about it until now.

"You need closure Y/N. Not for him .... for you," she added.

"And ............ you have to tell him about the baby."

Your stomach twisted painfully as you eyed her trying to maintain your composure. You couldn't believe that she went there. She just trampled all over more forbidden territory.

"I don't have to tell him about that." you forced out lowly.

"Yes, you do Y/N. Even though I can't stand him for what he did he still deserves to know. It was his child too."

Two years ago a little over a month after you left Jonathan you went to the doctor because you kept having terrible fits of nausea. You left your appointment with an ultrasound picture in your hand and a headache. It didn't take long for you to conclude that you didn't want to go through with it. No more than a week later you had terminated the pregnancy and the only person who knew about it was Jade. She was there for you but she didn't support the fact that you did it without telling Jonathan. She said no matter what y'all went through he had the right to know. But at the time you weren't trying to hear that. You knew you wanted to keep Jonathan out of your life and having his child would've done the opposite.

You had so much hatred in your heart for him at the time that your heartbreak clouded your judgment. You didn't care then. You weren't thinking about right or wrong.

But now? You weren't so sure.

The silence between you stretched out, heavy, and uncomfortable. Jade didn't push. She just watched you, waiting for you to come to the conclusion you knew was inevitable.

Maybe it was time to face Jonathan.

******************************************** Hours after your outing with Jade you were back at your apartment with Jonathan on your mind more than he had been in months. Jade's words were painfully hard to ignore and they were eating at you.

"Ignoring something isn't the same as healing from it" kept replaying in your mind on an endless loop. You were conflicted and needed more insight. Your fingers hovered over your phone as you leaned against the island in your kitchen. You decided to reach out to someone else who might give you more clarity, Joshua, Jonathan's twin. He knew him better than anybody.

You shot Joshua a quick and simple text that read "Are you busy? Can I call you right quick?"

He responded minutes later letting you know that he was free to take your call.

"What is your brother on?" is the first thing you said to him once you got him on the phone.

You were too wired up for greetings even though this was the first time you had interacted with him in almost two months. The lack of communication between you two was on your end. Yes, you still considered Joshua to be a close friend but there was only so much you could take of him before he reminded you too much of Jonathan. And you think he understood that because he never pressed the issue. He just made sure you were okay every once in a while.

"Hey to you too ........... and huh?" Joshua responded after a beat of silence. You could hear the confusion in his voice.

"I got his letter," you said.

You were more than sure that Joshua already knew about it. You knew that he and Jonathan shared everything. So you doubted that Jonathan sent you something that he didn’t run by his brother first.

"Oh. He's not on nothing. He just wants what he's been wanting for the last two years, for you to talk to him." Joshua told you straightforwardly.

"You think I should?" you asked him.

Joshua hesitated before saying "I think you should do what's best for you. But honestly, he hasn't been right since he lost you and I know making shit okay with you again would put him back on track."

"Back on track?" you questioned.

"He's just been on some self-sabotage type of stuff lately. Got a few DUIs. Dumb shit." Joshua revealed to you.

"And you think that's got something to do with me?" you asked him.

You had no idea how Jonathan's life was going without you. You convinced yourself that you didn't care a long time ago and stuck with it. But the thought of Jonathan spiraling and jeopardizing everything he worked hard for sent an unexpected ache through your chest.

"Yeah…… some of it" Joshua answered truthfully.

"Is his number the same?" you pushed the question out before you gave yourself enough time to change your mind.

"Nah ... he had to get a new one after ....." Joshua began than trailed off once he remembered why Jonathan had to get a new number.

After he got exposed for cheating on me you bitterly thought to yourself.

"Just send it to me Josh..... I'll talk to you later," you said then waited for his "alright" before you ended the call. About two minutes later Joshua sent you the number and you stared at it for a moment before programming it into your phone.

Without thinking you quickly typed and sent a short message to the number that read "Jon, it's Y/N"

You knew that this was a now-or-never moment. If you gave yourself any more time to dwell on it you were going to talk yourself out of it.

Jonathan must've already had his phone out in his hands because he responded to you in literal seconds stating that he really couldn't text and asked if he could call you. You didn't know if you were mentally prepared to hear his voice but you sent him sure regardless.

Seconds later you watched the words Jon's New Number flash across your screen. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and then answered.

"Y/N?" his tone was cautious, almost disbelieving.

You hadn't heard his voice since listening to those voice messages so long ago. Hearing it now caused you to become stuck for a moment.

"Y/N?" Jonathan questioned again.

"Uh yeah," you said as you snapped yourself out of it.

"I got your letter. If you find yourself in Florida anytime soon I'm willing to have a conversation with you," you spoke the words robotically and before he could respond you ended the call.

"What the fuck did I just do?" you muttered to yourself before placing your head down on the island as you dreaded what the future would hold. But despite the overwhelming emotions you were feeling at the moment, you knew it was time.

Part 3

#jimmy uso #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso x black reader #the bloodline x reader #wwe imagine #x you #x y/n #black writers

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 year ago

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I Got You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Y/N gets kidnapped by HYDRA and Bucky saves her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, HYDRA, kidnapping, blood and bruises, crying, hugs and kisses, cuddling, Bucky being the best/protective boyfriend ever, use of pet names

A/N: This is based off a dream I had.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky was pacing back and forth in the lounge room of the Avengers Compound, wondering why you are there yet. You told him that you would hangout at the Compound while he trains for an upcoming mission.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asks, walking in the room.

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Did something happen to her?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Bucky says, running his fingers through his hair.

Natasha walks in the lounge room with a phone in her hand.

“Barnes, someone’s on the phone for you.” Natasha says, handing him the phone.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, taking the phone from her. If it’s you, you would’ve called his phone.

“Hello?” Bucky answers.

“Didn’t take long to get ahold of you, Winter Soldier.” The man says in a Russian accent.

“What the hell do you want?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more like who I have.” The man chuckles. “Meaning, your precious doll.” He says.

Bucky felt his heart drop and his mind started racing. He began thinking the worst.

“I swear if you do anything to her. I’ll-” Bucky got interrupted.

“You’ll what, Soldat? Kill me? That wouldn’t do you any good if you want to find your best girl alive.” The man says and hung up.

Bucky stood there frozen as the line went dead. His blood began to boil. He shoved the phone in Natasha’s hand and went to find Steve. Sam and Natasha looked at each other in confusion before following Bucky.

“Steve, get your shield.” Bucky says, walking in the conference room.

“Why?” Steve asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Barnes, what’s wrong? Who was on the phone?” Natasha asks.

“HYDRA. They have Y/N.” He tells them.

“What did he say?” Sam asks.

“That they have Y/N and that’s it.” He explained. “I really need to find her.” He says, tears brimming his eyes.

“We’ll find her, Buck.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, you woke up to the feeling of your head pounding. You moved to get up, only to find out that you were strapped down to a chair, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“I was wondering when you would going to wake up. I was beginning to think that one of my men struck you too hard and killed you.” A man’s voice said.

You looked up, seeing a bunch of people surround you.

“My name is-” You interrupted him.

“I don’t care what your fucking name is. Where the hell am I?” You asked.

You yelped when his hand smacked you across your face, hard enough to make your head turn. He gripped your jaw roughly and looked in your eyes.

“It’s rude to interrupt people when they’re talking.” He says.

He let go of your jaw and walked away for a moment before watching back towards you.

“Now, you know someone we want back.” He says.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You lied, knowing that he’s talking about Bucky.

“Really? The name James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t sound familiar to you?” He asks.

“No.” You lied again.

“Liar!” He shouts, smacking you again causing you to whimper in pain. “You know who he is cause you’re wearing his Army dog tags!” He yells. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Fuck you!” You shouted. “He’d never come back to this hell hole!” You say.

The man chuckled before turning to two of his men.

“Take her to a cell.” He tells them.

They nodded and uncuffed you from the chair, carrying you down the hallway. You tried your best to fight them off, but their grip on you was too strong. The more you fought them, the tighter their grip got. When they got you to a cell, they threw you in there. You fell to the floor and hit your head causing you to whimper in pain. You put a hand on the spot where you hit your head, feeling a little bit of blood trickling into your hand. You sat against the wall in the corner of the cell, pulling your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

“Bucky, where are you? Please hurry.” You say to yourself, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were on their way to you. Bucky tugging at his hair and was pacing back and forth in the quinjet, feeling like he was losing his mind. Bucky’s mind immediately started thinking the worst.

“Buck…” Steve snaps Bucky out of his thoughts. “We’re going to find her.” He says.

“What if we don’t? It’ll be my fault for not saving her.” Bucky says.

“None of this is your fault and you know it. Y/N knows it too.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can’t lose her, Steve. She’s the love of my life. I won’t survive without her.” He tells his best friend with tears in his eyes.

Steve gave Bucky a hug.

“I’m sorry to break up your moment, but we’re at the base.” Sam informs the Super Soldiers. “Are you ok, man?” He asks Bucky.

“I will be when I get the love of my life back.” Bucky says.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha got off of the quinjet and cautiously approached the base, finding an unlocked door. They went inside of the base and split up so they could find you. You jumped at the sound of an alarm and gunshots. You stayed in the corner of the room, continuing to hug your knees. The next thing you knew, the door was kicked down causing you to cover your head in fear and your heartbeat to pick up. Bucky carefully approached you, making sure to not scare you.

“Doll, it’s Bucky.” Bucky says softly.

You uncovered your head and looked up, seeing your boyfriend. You immediately stood up and hugged him, breaking down into tears. Bucky held you tightly in his arms, tears escaping his eyes.

“You’re ok. I got you, babydoll.” He whispers.

He pulled away from the hug to kiss you passionately. Bucky felt relieved, knowing that you’re ok.

“I’m so happy that you’re alive.” Bucky says in almost a whisper, looking deep in your eyes.

He kissed you once more before informing Steve, Sam, and Natasha that he found you and you’re alive and safe. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet, taking you to the Compound. Bucky helped you get cleaned up and patched you up, kissing each one of your injuries. Luckily you sustained minor injuries. Bucky has not left your side in the past few days. He helped you through a nightmare when you woke up crying. He held you close to him and you guys watched movies to get your mind off of everything. He even made coffee for you in the morning.

“How’s Y/N doing?” Steve asks Bucky.

“Last night, she had a nightmare and woke up crying.” Bucky tells them.

“She’s going to get through this, Bucky.” Natasha says, putting a comforting hand on his right arm.

“We’re here for her if she needs anything.” Sam says.

“Thanks, guys.” Bucky smiles at them.

Everyone went quiet when you walked in the kitchen. You smiled softly at them, playing with one of the sleeves of your -Bucky’s- sweatshirt.

“You ok, doll?” Bucky asks, handing you your coffee and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m fine. I just got lonely.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

Bucky held you close to him and kissed the top of your head.

“I wanted to tell you guys thank you for helping Bucky save me.” You say.

“We’d do it again.” Steve says with a smile.

“We’re here for you, Y/N.” Natasha says.

“We’re just happy that you’re ok.” Sam says.

You gave them a smile. They left the kitchen, giving you and Bucky time alone.

“Thank you for saving me, Bucky.” You say, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I will save you no matter what.” Bucky says softly with a smile.

Bucky took your coffee from your hands and put it on the counter. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Bucky is so happy to have his best girl back. He’s going to do everything he can to protect you. One thing’s for sure, he’s never letting you out of his sight again.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky says softly, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

“I love you more, Buck.” You say in almost a whisper, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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as a hurt/comfort and general Whump enthusiast I pounced on that prompt list you shared like a cat chasing a mouse... anyways🤣

was thinking “it’s okay, show me?” And“deep breath, I have you,” with maybe Echo?

I know he’s a member of the bad batch but I still feel like he’s always deserving of more content and is underappreciated

if that’s not rare enough for you, you could also do Waxer😊💛

Gentle Touch

Summary: Knowing that Echo is alive, and actually seeing it are two different things. But the man you love seems unwilling to have anything to do with you. Even going so far as to block your comm code. So when you’re kidnapped by Organ Harvesters you know that no one is coming to save you.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: Reader was kidnapped by organ harvesters, death, angst with a happy-ish ending (I'm so sorry)

A/N: I...have no excuse and no explanation. I hope you like it, and if you see any typos it's because I typed it without my glasses on.

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Your entire body throbs in time with your heartbeat as you stumble down the frigid corridor, your hand pressed against the wall both for support and to guide you.

Echo once told you that the best way to find the exit in a maze is to keep one hand on a wall at all times. You’re not sure if you’re in a maze, but since you’re having a hard time focusing, you figure that the advice might as well be put to good use.

You wish you remembered how you got in this situation.

You remember leaving work, you were going to go to the club with some of your coworkers for the usual meet-up before the weekend. The new girl had been so excited to be invited. You remember her saying that her husband offered to watch their twins so she could have a night out.

Something must have happened at the club.

The last thing you remember is taking a sip of something blue at the club while laughing at a joke that the bartender cracked. Then you were here.

You woke up on a blanket on the ground, clad in your panties and the camisole you wear under your work clothes. Your shoes, jewelry, and everything else you had been wearing hadn’t been anywhere you could see them.

And you weren’t alone.

Yazmin, the new girl from work, had been stretched out on a blanket next to you…but no matter how much you shook her, she wouldn’t stir.

It wasn’t until you rolled her that you realized that she was dead.

You shudder and wrap your free arm around your stomach, to try and comfort yourself.

Since then, you’ve been walking, trying to find a way out of this building.

The place seems deserted, but you know it can’t be. Because every time you come to a new room, there are more bodies. Of every species imaginable.

Your immediate conclusion, that you had been kidnapped to be sold into slavery, has long since morphed into something far, far worse. You were kidnapped by Organ Harvesters.

Slavery would almost be better.

Almost.

You follow the wall around a corner and sigh softly as you realize it’s a dead end. A part of you, a part that’s growing larger by the minute, wishes that you were still in contact with Echo.

He’d come looking for you.

Well. He would if he still loved you. Or liked you.

You stop walking and slide down the wall to sit on the frigid floor, needing to rest your body. You feel awful.

But now that you’re not moving, you have time to think.

And that’s been your worst enemy for the better part of two years now.

Echo’s death destroyed you.

You couldn’t imagine living in a galaxy without Echo, and yet you persevered. You went to work, you spent time with your friends and family, and all the while it felt like there was a guillotine hanging over your head.

Then Echo came back. Injured, but alive.

And somehow your nightmare got worse.

Because he wouldn’t talk to you. Wouldn’t look at you. And any message you sent was ignored or deleted until you woke up one morning and found out that he had blocked you on everything.

You don’t even know what you did wrong.

But it must have been pretty bad for him to hate you so much.

You pull your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on them, turning your attention to the dimly lit hallway that you have to get back to soon.

Then something on the floor catches your attention.

Little dark red droplets.

Blood. A small voice in the back of your head offers, dispassionately. It sounds like Kix. You miss Kix. You’re bleeding. Kix’s voice continues.

That explains the pain, you suppose.

Slowly you stand and focus your gaze on the smear of blood on the wall where you were just sitting.

It looks like something you’d see in a horror movie. For some reason, the thought is hilarious as a short laugh slips from your numb lips.

You need to keep moving. If you stop moving you die. Echo’s voice whispers in your ear.

Too bad Echo won’t care if you die.

Although, he does sound worried, so maybe you’ll keep moving. Just to keep him from worrying too much.

Slowly, you start walking again, your feet feeling like lead.

You’ll just walk a little more. Just a little further. Just to keep Echo from worrying about you.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking. It feels like it’s been hours, though it might have just been minutes. You’re aware enough, for the moment, to know that you’re suffering from blood loss.

And probably the loss of other things.

The thought is hilarious, but you manage to smother your laughter. This is probably a good thing because you’re standing in the doorway to a room full of people who look like doctors.

“That’s one of the subjects, isn’t it?” An old man asks.

“Yes sir,” A young woman replies, “We hadn’t done the removal yet, since there was the issue in the twi’lek room. I had the doctor sew up her back so she wouldn’t bleed to death before the harvest. I see now that that was a mistake.”

“Indeed.” The old man lifts a hand, “Kill her.”

Its probably the blood loss, but you feel strangely calm for someone who’s about to die.

And then a memory swims to the forefront of your mind.

“Hold it like this, cyare,” Echo’s voice has a laugh in it, “And bring it back by your ear, aim, and throw!”

The knife your holding hits the target in the center, and Echo spins you into a tight hug.

“You did it!”

“Why do I need to learn how to do this, Echo?” You ask as he kisses your cheek and then sets you down to collect the knives.

“You never know when you might need to know this.”

“Yeah, but most people have blasters.”

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” Echo says as he returns to your side, “15 feet.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Even with your skill level, if you’re within 15 feet and have a knife, you win that fight.” He offers you a blade again, “Again.”

You had forgotten about that lesson, Echo never mentioned it again after that day.

The problem is, you don’t have a knife.

You take half a step back and bump into the counter. Your gaze flickers across the counter, looking for something, anything, you can use to defend yourself.

There.

Sitting in a plastic tub are dozens of scalpels. You pull the tub closer to you and carefully pull a scalpel out of the water.

It’s not a dagger, it’s not weighted for combat, but a blade is a blade, right?

You draw the blade back and fling it just like you remember Echo showing you.

The scalpel, as it happens, is sharper than the average hunting knife. You’re not the only one shocked when the blade hits exactly what you’re aiming at and pierces through your attacker's throat.

He crumples, but you know that he died the moment the blade pierced his throat.

The room falls silent and, much to your surprise, the people who were about to kill you are backing away from you. And not just them, either. The two people who planned this whole thing seem to be backing away nervously too.

Maybe…no one’s ever fought back before?

Well, you’re glad for it. You’re not sure you’re going to be able to stand for much longer.

The next thing you know, the group of people are fleeing up the staircase behind them.

But the moment they’re out of sight, you collapse to the floor, the pain and blood loss finally too much to bear.

Only moments later, though, there’s the sound of gunfire above you. The blaster fire doesn’t continue for long, and you wonder who won the fight.

You hope it wasn’t the organ harvesters.

Light appears at the top of the stairs, and heavy steps hurry down the concrete.

You no longer have the energy to lift your head, but a very familiar-looking pair of boots stops in front of you. A gloved hand reaches out to grip your chin and tilt your head back, you don’t even have the energy to try and pull your head away.

Echo peers down at you, concern and guilt warring for control of his features.

“You can’t be here,” You’re slurring your words, your tongue feels like it’s made of sawdust.

His scomp settles on your bare shoulder, “Why can’t I be here, cyare?” Echo asks.

Oh good, an easy question.

“Echo hates me,” Your answer is matter-of-fact, even through your slurred words.

He winces, “I…” Echo trails off and then he presses his hand against your cheek and offers a small smile, “I know you’re badly injured. It’s okay,” His voice is somehow softer, more soothing, “Show me?”

Slowly, because you’re not sure if you can do anything fast anymore, you lean forward and press your forehead against his shoulder. You hear his sharp inhale, and you hear his call for a medic.

Your vision is starting to go grey, but that’s alright because help is here, apparently.

“I wish,” You mumble against Echo’s shoulder, “I wish I knew what I did to make him hate me so much.”

The last thing you hear before you let darkness claim you is a faint call of your name and a plea to stay awake.

“She’s alive.”

Echo pauses midstep, nods once, and then continues his rapid pacing.

Rex folds his arms and leans against the wall, “She lost a lot of blood, but she still have all of her organs. Which is a miracle, seeing as she was with them for over a week.”

Echo’s jaw clenches, and his hand curls into a fist.

“Seems like they bit off more than they can chew,” Rex continues.

Echo finally stops pacing, “How many people did they kill?”

“There were over 50 bodies down there,” Rex says, “But there were organs from a lot more people than that.” He steps away from the wall and lightly clasps Echo’s shoulder, “She’s going to be fine, Echo.”

“She thinks I hate her.”

“Well,”

“Rex!”

“What was she supposed to think, Echo? You wouldn’t look at her, wouldn’t talk to her, and blocked her without so much as saying a word.” Rex counters, “Of course she thinks you hate her! I would think that too!”

“I was just…I wanted her to be safe.” Echo says with a sigh.

“Well, that worked out swimmingly, didn’t it?”

“I thought you were here to help?”

“I am here to help. Sometimes my help comes in the form of calling you a dumbass.” Rex points out, “Which I’ve said to you. Repeatedly.”

Echo opens his mouth to say something sharply, only to pause when the medic steps out of his cyare’s room, “She’s waking up. I assume one of you want to be with her?”

“He does,” Rex says cheerfully as he shoves Echo toward the room, “I have work to do.” He glances at Echo and points at him, “Don’t fuck this up again, Echo.”

The last thing Echo wants to do is go into her room. He doesn’t want her to see him like this, more machine than man. But Rex is gone, and the Medic is staring at him, impatiently. So he follows him into her room.

He takes a seat at her bedside, watching her sleep.

She looks the same. The same freckles, the same birthmark, the same curl in her hair that falls in her eyes.

Echo finds himself falling in love with her all over again. Which is why he didn’t want to see her in the first place.

A soft groan reaches his ears, and his gaze snaps to her face. Slowly her eyes flutter open, revealing her pretty eyes to him.

Confusion quickly morphs into terror, her heart monitor starts going crazing, her breathing quickens, and Echo swears as he jumps to his feet to keep her from pulling out her IVs.

They should have figured she’d react like this.

He calls her name, his hand pressing firmly against her cheek, forcing her to look at him. She freezes as her gaze locks with his, which is exactly the reaction Echo was hoping she’d have.

“Deep breath, cyare.” Echo orders, his tone brokering no argument. Then his voice softens when she immediately does as he asks, “I have you.”

Her hand comes up to frantically clutch at his hand, “Echo?”

“Yeah, it's me, I’m here.”

“But—” Her gaze frantically searches his face, “You hate me.”

“Never. I could never hate you.”

“But…but you…”

“I’m an idiot.” Echo interrupts, “Rex told me that Fives was dead, and I decided to run away from everything that made me happy. I told myself you’d be better off without someone like me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I’m not the same Echo you knew before,” He holds up his scomp, “If you looked at me like I looked at myself those first days…” He trails off.

“Do you really think I’m so shallow?”

“No. No, never.” Her heart monitor is still racing, so Echo sits on the side of the bed, “You need to calm down. You’re still recovering.”

“I can’t be here, I have to go somewhere else, I—”

“Listen to me, cyare. This place is filled with clones and other former members of the GAR. None of us are going to let anyone hurt you.” Echo lightly strokes her cheek, “but, you have to stay here. Just until you’re healed.”

“I—”

“I’m not going anywhere, cyare. Not this time. I promise.”

Echo knows that he has a lot to make up for, and he knows that she’s going to be in a foul temper once she’s not in the hospital. He also knows that he deserves every bit of her ire.

But he’ll take whatever punishment she decides on. She’s worth it.

He’s fucked up with her enough.

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dragoncopper · 1 month ago

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Through the Storm Part 1 - Dragon Copper

Title: Through the Storm Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: AU where Bad Omens never happened. You and Noah meet on a snowy evening outside and help each other through some of life's difficulties.

Warnings: Smut 18+. (oral, PIV) Mentions of mental health and associated issues. (depression, medication, suicidal tendencies) Reader is curvy/plus-sized. Don’t take anything in this story as medical advice!

More warnings: It accidentally became an alternate universe to The Apparition because of the presence of Nick and a moth tattoo. Proofread by myself, there will be some typos.

Word Count: 20k

A/N: I did not want to hammer on the plus-size part too much, but the moments where it is mentioned were honest for me.

Anything>Human made me so emotional, because we sometimes hate parts of ourselves that are just HUMAN!

I feel like nothing I ever write will compare to The Apparition - it's so special to me. But I love this one too. So, here goes nothing.

Taglist: I love you! @lacy1986 @lilcrazy011 @amelia-acero @measuredingold @telegramgirlsblog

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PART 1 :

YOU

As you rush down the pathway that is no longer visible the snow is so thick, all you can hear is your clothes rustling as you move. The snow deadens almost all sound. The flakes gather on your eyelashes and you wipe them away. Your nose is so cold. You knew you would find her soon, she never runs too far. You were just eager to head home as you could tell it was getting darker.

You spot the familiar bench that is at the end of the pathway. It faces the river and as you get closer you begin to hear the flow of water nearby. As the picture becomes clearer through the gently drifting snow, you see someone sitting on the bench, hood over their head. Your immediate reaction is not to disturb them, to avoid. But, of course, there she has her head resting on this person’s lap like she has known them forever.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say. ‘Willow, come on.’

The person jumps a little at your voice, but does not really turn around. ‘It’s okay,’ a man’s voice replies.

‘She got away from me,’ you explain and you walk around the bench to get to your dog.

‘She is no bother,’ he says again. He keeps his head down a little and does not look up at you. His eyes are locked with the yellow one’s of the Great Dane.

You marvel for a moment at her ability to just charm any human despite her size – your polar opposite. ‘We need to head home,’ you say more to Willow than the stranger on the bench.

‘It is getting dark,’ he says what you were thinking.

‘She likes you,’ you say. He is scratching behind her ears with gloved fingers. She whines softly at him. You stand and watch for the longest time, not wanting to break the spell that was clear between the two of them. While she is friendly to all people she meets, you have never seen her like this with someone new. So intense and still.

After an eternity of silence he says, ‘I have seen her when you walk her in the evenings. She is a beautiful dog.’

‘Yeah,’ you take a few steps closer. He finally looks up briefly and you see his red nose first. He must be freezing sitting here. Before you can make out much more, he looks down again, like he regretted moving at all.

When his shoulders start shaking, you are confused, until you hear the sounds of crying coming from under his hood. As the sobs break from his chest, you sit down next to him on the bench. ‘What’s wrong? What happened?’

He shakes his head as an answer. You had zero context. Willow pushes as close to him as she can get, nuzzling her nose against his hand. Her reaction spurs yours on and you put a hand on his shoulder as a comfort. He stiffens for a moment. The crying does not stop.

You did not notice the gun at first because it was covered with a dusting of snow and blended in with the black of his clothes and glove. ‘Is that a gun?’ you ask your voice calmer than you were feeling.

He nods. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says through his tears. ‘It’s for me, not anyone else.’ He kind of tilts the gun a little, as if he was checking that it was actually still there.

Realisation slowly flows through you and you feel a cold settle over you that had nothing to do with the weather. You heart beat becomes louder than the sound of the river. You want to take it from him. But you hesitate. ‘Is there someone I can go get?’

‘No,’ he cries. ‘It’s okay. I’m okay. You two go on home,’ he moves a little like he was trying to get Willow to leave him. But she would not.

‘What’s your name?’ you ask him. You did not know what the hell to do, but you knew he was not okay.

‘Go home,’ he repeats. ‘It’s cold.’

‘It sure is,’ you say. ‘But can I just sit with you for a moment?’

His crying was quieter, you did not hear him, but you still saw a few tears fall into his lap. He does not answer you. But he tries to hide the weapon in his hand under his other arm. He seems embarrassed. He continues to give his attention to Willow and the tears continue to drip.

‘Did you come out here for that?’ you ask.

He moves the gun again. ‘Yeah.’

‘It’s so beautiful here,’ you say softly.

He looks up at the river for a moment. ‘Couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place to do it.’

Your heart clenches. ‘How long have you been sitting here?’

‘I don’t know. An hour?’ his voice is thick. ‘I had just worked up the courage when she walked right up to me.’

‘Why do you want to do that?’ you ask. You cannot get yourself to use harsher words.

‘I’m tired,’ he says, voice cracking and fresh tears start again. ‘I cannot feel like this anymore.’

You scoot a little closer to him and continue to rub at his shoulder. ‘How do you feel?’

‘Look, you are being really nice, but it’s late. Go home.’ He wiped at his face quickly.

‘I’m happy to stay,’ you say immediately. ‘Here,’ you hand him a heating pad you carry in your pocket for your hands. ‘You must be freezing by now.’

He takes it and plays with it a little, before he puts it between his hand and Willow’s face. ‘You need to take her in.’

‘She’ll be okay,’ you say, knowing you prepared her well for the walk. ‘If you give me the gun, we can talk as long as you want.’

He takes it out from under his arm, but still keeps it away from you. ‘Why do you want to talk to me?’

‘It looks like you have got something to say,’ you say simply.

‘I am not doing okay, that’s all. I don’t have a story to tell you,’ he sounds like he was sorry to disappoint you.

‘That is fine. We can just sit.’

You sit together for long, the darkness slowly descending over the little bench. Willow climbed onto the bench and laid down next to the man, head still on his lap.

‘Can I ask you something stupid?’ he says.

‘Of course.’

‘Can I get a hug?’ his voice barely there. ‘Never mind, that’s fucking so goddamn stupid.’

‘It’s not stupid,’ you whisper. You lean in and reach for the gun, making your intentions clear. ‘Let’s get it out of the way.’ You touch it and he lets you grip it. His fingers hold on a little but you manage to carefully take it from him. It is heavy. You put it on the bench behind you. Then you turn back and start putting your arms around him.

The way he responded broke you. He wrapped his arms around you with desperation and he squeezed you so tight. You held him back just as tight. He was sobbing into your neck his fingers twisted in your jacket. You held on and allowed him to cry. You shed a few tears yourself while you were wondering what would have happened if Willow did not find him here.

Only when Willow started shivering against him, did he gently pull back from the hug. ‘She is cold. You should go.’

‘Where do you live? I am walking you home,’ you say.

You can see on his face he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. ‘I’m a few houses down. Not far.’

‘Come on,’ you say getting up. You take the gun and try to hide it as discreetly as possible in a pocket. You and Willow walk on either side of him. He is tall and towers over both of you, but his shoulders are hunched over in sadness. ‘Is there someone home?’

‘I don’t know,’ he answers.

You walk to the door with him. He lives in one of the flats that all look the same. The weak light shines on his face in the dark and you see what he looks like for the first time. Pale with brown eyes, he is younger than you initially thought.

The front door is pulled open suddenly, and a man with black hair who is holding a phone to his ear spots the two of you there and he breathes a sigh of relief. ‘Thank God,’ he says as he says, ‘I’ll call you back,’ over the phone. ‘I was worried, dude.’

‘Sorry,’ he mumbles.

‘Hi, I am Nick,’ he says making eye contact with you. You smile without it reaching your eyes and you greet him back. ‘Come in, you’ll freeze out here,’ he says to his friend and pulls him inside. ‘Do you also want to come in?’

‘No, I,’ you stutter. What must you say? ‘Can I just leave my number? If he needs anything?’

Nick looks over his shoulder and the man had disappeared into the flat. ‘What happened?’

‘He was on the bench,’ you say. ‘With a gun.’

‘Fuck,’ Nick looks horrified. ‘Does he have the gun now?’

‘No, I have it.’

Relief washed over his face. ‘Thank you. I’ll keep an eye on him.’ He hands you his phone and you save your details on it. ‘Hey, you live in the grey house that way,’ he points.

‘Yes, that’s me,’ you say. You suddenly feel like you are going to throw up.

‘We have seen you walk your dog,’ he says. ‘I’ll let you know. Let me go check on Noah.’

Noah.

‘He is not okay. Stay with him,’ you try.

When you get home, you make sure that Willow is warm and cozy in her bed before you get in the shower to warm up. You vomit and watch as it swirls down the drain.

NOAH

When my eyes open, I sigh with disappointment. Still alive.

When I look around I see Nick sleeping in the chair in the corner. ‘Fuck,’ I mumble quietly. I hated it when he did that. I hated that I was such a nuisance that he didn’t even feel like he could leave me alone for the night.

I get up and shake his shoulder awake. ‘Buddy, your back is going to break in that chair.’

He groans, ‘Ow,’ as he tries to get into an upright position.

‘You didn’t have to sleep here,’ I say and I feel ashamed of myself.

‘I know,’ says with his usual kindness. ‘I just needed to make sure you were okay.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘She found you on the bench with a gun, Noah. You are not okay,’ he says as he stands up and looks me in my eye. I’m taller so he has to look up.

I nod for a moment in confirmation. ‘I had a bad day.’

The look he gives me makes it clear that he does not believe me. ‘I gotta pee.’

I go to the kitchen and put the coffee on for him. I drink orange juice from the container. ‘Dude, come on,’ he says. ‘I drink orange juice too.’

‘Sorry, I’ll finish it. Get some new juice later,’ I say.

‘So, I am going to message her and tell her you are okay. Will you be fine while I am at work?’ He says all of this while getting a cup ready.

‘Message her?’ I ask.

‘Yeah, she left her number in case,’ he stirs the creamer into his coffee.

‘You have her number?’ I say, not focusing on what I am supposed to.

He frowns at me. ‘Did you do this shit on purpose?’

‘What? No, of course not.’ I say. ‘I thought I was having a dream, I swear.’

‘What are the chances, huh?’ he says after a big gulp.

I huff in response. ‘Well, I am embarrassed now.’

He nods. ‘So, I decided that you are going to see a therapist.’

‘We cannot afford that, don’t be silly,’ I open cupboards to look for something to eat.

‘I’ll take a few extra clients or something. I am really worried about you,’ he does not look at me.

We do this. We care deeply for each other, but we struggle to show it. ‘Dude, I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.’

‘Call me if you are not okay? Please.’ He stands near me. ‘I am serious.’

‘I will,’ I hug him briefly and throw sugary cereal into my mouth.

‘Get a goddamn bowl,’ he scolds me. ‘I’m gonna shower and take off. Go back to bed.’

‘Yes, dad.’ Instead, I lay down on the couch and watch some TV.

The knock on the door wakes me later on, and I am confused for long. But I get up and go to the door and then she is there.

‘Hi,’ she starts talking to me. ‘I’m sorry to just barge in like this. I just wanted to see if you are still… doing okay.’

I stare for a moment. ‘Um, yeah.’

It’s awkward. She shifts her weight from foot to foot a little. ‘Okay, that’s great.’

‘Yeah,’ I start thinking about the fact that I am still in the clothes I slept in, that I haven’t brushed my teeth.

‘I wanted to ask,’ she says and she blushes. ‘I wanted to invite you,’ she takes a breath. ‘If you want to, of course. If you want to walk Willow with me a little later?’

‘Willow?’ I ask.

‘My dog,’ she clarifies. ‘I don’t want to intrude. I’ll just go.’

I watch her turn to leave. Her hair swings behind her with the force of her turn.

‘I’d love to.’

When she looks back her smile is soft. ‘Okay, good. I’ll come by later?’

‘I’ll make sure I look better than I do now,’ I say.

She shakes her head. ‘You can look like whatever, we are just going for a walk.’

‘Gotcha,’ I don’t know what to say.

She walks off in the direction of where I know she lives. The grey house with the lots of wind chimes and at the end of the lane. I stand in the door long after I cannot see her anymore. Dread slowly fills my chest. The way she saw me yesterday, the way I acted. I feel sick. ‘Idiot,’ I say to myself.

I shower and dress up in clean and warm clothes for the walk. Then I sit down at my computer and actually get some work done. I hear the barking a while later and take my phone out.

15:12 Going for a walk.

15:13 NOAH

15:13 I have a chaperone. It’ll be okay.

15:14 Please don’t do stupid shit.

15:14 Stop worrying.

Willow rushes up to me and pushes her body against me while her whole body shakes with her wagging tail. ‘I knew she’d be glad to see you,’ she is still coming up the way.

‘Hey, girl,’ I give her pets and she leans in even more. ‘Hi,’ I say to her human.

‘Hi,’ she responds with a smile. ‘You ready?’

‘Sure,’ I say and I lock the door behind me.

We take off and the excited dog is a great distraction from me trying to find something to say. She sets a gentle pace and I keep with her. Willow mostly stays with us, but she takes off every now and then to smell something or chase a bird.

We reach the open field where she goes every day. ‘You want to?’ she asks, holding out bright pink ball.

‘Oh, sure,’ I take it and throw it and Willow runs full speed after it. ‘Listen,’ I start. ‘I am so embarrassed by what happened yesterday.’

She looks at me for what feels like the first time since the walk started. ‘Don’t be, please. Seriously, I’m just so glad you are okay.’

I throw the ball again. ‘I had a bad day and I just felt so… lost. I did not mean for anyone to see that.’

She looks down. ‘I was worried that I didn’t handle it correctly.’

I did not expect that. ‘You were really nice. I appreciate what you did. But you shouldn’t have had to.’

She looked at me again, with a deep frown between her eyebrows. ‘I’m glad I was there.’ Silence for a long time. ‘Thanks for coming with me, Willow can sometimes be a lot to handle alone. She is so big.’

She is lying. I’ve seen them together; Willow is a very well-behaved dog. I know what she is doing. And I appreciate it. ‘No problem,’ I play along.

When we are back at my flat, I invite her in. It felt like the polite thing to do. She agrees. So, I make her coffee in Nick’s machine. She sits at the small kitchen table.

‘Hey, um. Do you still have my gun?’ I place the cup of coffee in front of her.

Her eyes go wide. ‘Yes.’

‘Oh,’ I say.

‘I hid it,’ she says quickly. ‘I don’t think you should have it back.’

‘Probably not,’ I agree.

‘I couldn’t sleep thinking about it in my jacket pocket. So, I got up and hid it… somewhere.’

I laugh a little. Not sure why. ‘I am sorry you had to do that.’

‘It’s okay. It was such a strange thing to do in the middle of the night.’ She blows on the coffee before taking a sip.

‘I will start taking my meds again,’ I say as a way to placate, and I realise it was a weird way to do it.

‘Why did you stop?’ she asks.

I shrug. ‘Sometimes I forget how bad it can get. I was being stupid.’

‘Okay, please do that.’

‘Nick wants me to see a therapist also,’ I just offer up my personal shame.

‘Might be a good idea,’ she agrees. ‘But just know that if you ever feel like that again, you can ask me to sit on the bench with you. I’d be happy to.’ Her voice soft and full of sincerity.

I take another shower before bed. I sit on the shower floor and cry.

YOU

You go on walks every day. The conversations stay mostly superficial and you both actively avoid the issue at hand. He says he is doing well, but his eyes are sunken and his smiles do not reach his eyes. It is difficult to judge the truth and even more difficult to know how to help. You decide that being there, for now, is all you really can do.

On this walk he is waiting outside when you walk up and he walks up to meet you in the lane, where you take off to the park area, like every time.

Right where the trees begin, your foot catches on a root and you fall down in the snow. You hear him mumble, ‘Oh shit.’ You feel his hands at your arms, but your jacket is so puffy and big that you have trouble, so you just roll over and look up at him. His face is worried. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes,’ you huff. ‘The snow broke my fall.’

He snorts out a laugh. ‘Let me help you.’ He attempts, again, to grip you in some way.

‘Hey, just wait,’ you say. ‘I need to catch my breath first.’

He straightens up and puts his hands on his hips. ‘Willow ran away.’

‘She won’t go far,’ you say.

He looks after her and back at you with a frown.

‘Relax,’ you say. ‘Come lay down and look up.’

‘No,’ he says plainly.

‘It’s beautiful,’ you try to convince him.

‘I’m going to get cold and wet,’ he shakes his head, hands still on his hips.

‘You won’t regret it, I promise.’

He sighs dramatically and eases down next to you in the snow. He settles down, and is quiet for a while. ‘What am I looking at?’

‘The clouds. With the sun shining through them. Isn’t that just lovely?’

‘I could have seen that while standing up, though,’ he says, turning his head to look at you.

‘Yeah,’ you agree. ‘I suppose so.’

He smiles a true smile. You see the creases by his eyes, his teeth shows and there is the slightest sparkle in his brown eyes. That is a smile that needs to happen more often, you think.

You lay together staring up for a while in comfortable silence.

‘My ass is melting into the snow, my ass is wet,’ he whispers.

‘Nice,’ you reply. Willow is back and she is sniffing at the both of you, confused by the situation. Noah takes her ball and throws it from his position as best he can.

Both of you try to get up then, but it’s a mess of slips and groans with the inability to move that comes with thick winter clothes. By the time you are upright, both of you are giggling and sweating. ‘Remind me to never listen to you again.’

‘It felt like a moment to enjoy, you know.’

‘Yes, but now it looks like I pissed myself,’ he says while trying to pull his pants to the side so he can assess the damage.

‘It does show on the red, yes,’ you agree while smiling softly at his expression.

‘It’s my loud pants,’ he explains. ‘I haven’t done laundry in a while, so this was all that was clean.’

You put your hands up defensively, ‘I made no comment, other than the wet spot that is visible. I think the red looks good. Makes you visible in the snow.’

‘You can stop teasing now,’ he rolls his eyes, but he is smiling again.

‘I am not teasing,’ you insist.

You play with Willow for a while until she waits to bring the ball back, so she can catch her breath first and her tongue hangs out of her mouth and then you head back.

‘Can I come help you?’ you ask. You had been thinking about asking the whole time, but did not know how to ask directly, so you beat around the bush.

‘Help me?’ he asks with a frown.

‘With your laundry?’ you clarify.

‘Oh no, that is really not necessary,’ he starts. ‘I’ve just been lazy, I’ll do it later.’

You take a moment before you say, ‘I know sometimes stuff can be difficult… when you are not feeling your best.’

He blushes a bright red. He shakes his head. ‘I cannot think how this can be any more embarrassing than it is.’

‘Embarrassing? Why?’

‘I just say and do stupid things around you,’ he rubs his face, like he knows the blush is there.

‘I have been there myself,’ you try to explain. ‘I know what it feels like. And I don’t think it’s anything to be embarrassed by.’

He looks at you briefly. ‘Suicidal?’ his voice so soft.

You simply nod.

‘Oh,’ his reply equally simple.

You decide not to push any further and keep quiet. When you reach his flat, he stops for a moment in the walkway.

‘I can make you coffee and you can talk to me while I do my own laundry?’ he says as a compromise.

‘Deal,’ you nod.

‘We do not know each other well enough for you to see my dirty underwear,’ he attempts a joke.

You snort a little. ‘Can I see clean underwear?’ you ask and kind of regret it as soon as you say it.

He blushes again, realises you were joking and unlocks the door.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that,’ you make sure to explain.

‘I know,’ he smiles and he puts the coffee machine on. Willow makes herself at home on the rug under the kitchen table.

He brings an enormous basket of clothes from the bathroom into the kitchen while he waits for the coffee. ‘That’s more than one load,’ you say.

‘Yeah,’ he stares forlornly at the mountain waiting.

You take a look around and notice some dishes in the sink. It was not bad at all, but you deeply felt the need to help. He finishes the coffee and you both drink, him leaning against the kitchen counter. ‘You do the washing, I’ll do the dishes? That is not so personal?’

He wants to argue. You see it on his face. ‘Okay,’ he turns and starts sorting through the clothes that was mostly black.

You start to get the things ready. ‘So where does Nick work?’

While you are both busy, he starts telling you about the tattoo shop that Nick works at and the story of how he used to work there too for a while. You listen as he speaks with passion about the art of tattoos. While he waits for the machine to finish, he comes to dry the dishes.

‘Do you also tattoo, though?’ you ask.

‘No, I thought about it, but I’m not talented enough. I brought everyone coffee and went to go get lunch. Stuff like that.’

While he transfers the clothes to the drier, he tells you about how he does music. He produces and helps people write songs. All over the internet. You listen with interest as he explains his job.

‘That so cool, though,’ you say as you start wiping down the counters. The longer you chat, the more comfortable it becomes.

‘It can be,’ he agrees. ‘It’s just difficult for me to be creative when I am depressed.’ He says this casually.

‘May I help you fold shirts?’ you ask, as he dumps his clothes on the kitchen table. ‘I won’t touch your delicates.’

‘Alright,’ he nods.

‘Did you start taking your medication again,’ you ask while you fold a Naruto shirt. You notice he keeps an eye on you.

‘I did, but it takes a few days to work,’ he says. He folds with precision. So, you shake the shirt you were folding out and start again. He smiles at you. ‘Nick counts my pills,’ he adds with a mumble.

‘Does it bother you?’ you ask, smoothing out the material.

He grimaces. ‘I know he does it because he cares. But I hate that he feels he has to.’

‘You are lucky to have someone that cares that much about you,’ you say with a soft voice.

‘I know that,’ he says. ‘Nick has always been there for me.’

You decide you like Nick.

There is silence while you fold for a moment. ‘Can I have your number? In case we need to make arrangements with the walk?’ he asks.

You wordlessly hand him your phone. He takes it and types away. ‘I’ll text you.’

15:42 Did you refold all the shirts I did?

15:42 How did you know?

15:43 I saw you judging me.

15:44 Sorry, I really appreciate your help.

15:44 I had a good time

15:45 Me too.

15:45 Number saved.

NOAH

When I heard Nick rummaging around in the house getting ready for work, I felt so tired and without energy, despite the fact that I slept like a baby. So, I rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.

By the time I woke up again, it felt like chaos all around me. I groggily open my eyes hearing Nick call my name loudly before he bursts through the door.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Noah,’ he shouts. ‘Why don’t you answer your phone?’

He is leaning against the doorframe and right behind him, she is looking over his shoulder, panic in her eyes. ‘My phone is on silent.’

‘Are you okay? Why are you still sleeping?’ Nick comes into my room and she turns to leave. I wonder where she is going.

‘I just felt tired,’ I explained as Nick comes closer and sits on the edge of my bed.

I sit up as Nick rubs his face with both hands. ‘Can you please not do that?’ he asks softly. ‘I need to be able to contact you.’

I know why. And I realise what happened here. ‘Sorry, dude.’

When I hear his breathing even out, he says quietly, ‘She called me in a complete panic. She said she came by for your walk and you were not answering when she knocked. And then she tried messaging you and tried calling. She was hysterical, Noah.’

‘Oh shit,’ I say, throwing my comforter off me and swinging my legs over to sit next to Nick.

‘Yeah,’ he looks at me. ‘Never again, Noah.’

‘Promise,’ I say.

‘Have you taken your meds today?’ he asks.

‘Not yet,’ I mumble. ‘I will go do it now.’

‘We made a deal, Noah. And I am not going to hesitate keeping my end of the bargain,’ Nick makes this threat with so much softness in his voice. But I know he means it.

I nod.

‘I have to go back,’ he says. ‘I left a client mid-tattoo. Please go talk to her,’ he gestures his head towards my bedroom door.

Nick leaves and I take a moment to put on a clean shirt before I go looking for her. She is nowhere in the house, so I head outside and I see Nick’s car backing out of the driveway. She is standing with her back to me right against the lane, watching Nick drive off. She starts walking in the direction of her house.

I call after her and she hesitates in her steps for a moment.

‘I’m glad you’re okay,’ she calls back dismissively and keeps walking not really looking back.

‘Hey,’ I call again, half-jogging to catch up with her. I have to get in front of her blocking her way before she stops. She immediately hides her face behind both of her hands and I hear a hiccup, she bows her head down. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say the only thing I can think of. I feel terrible, so much so that I feel physical pain in my chest.

She tries to reply, but I cannot make out what she is trying to say. I grab her by the sleeve gently and pull her in for a hug. She is stiff at first, refusing to take her hands away from her face, but she presses her forehead against my sternum. I rub her back.

The cold started seeping into my feet and since we were closer to her house, I release her from the hug and pull her by the sleeve, since I cannot take her hand, towards her house. She follows without a word. I guide her up the few steps onto her large porch, the windchimes softly tinkle in the breeze. I sit on the chair she has there and open my arms to her and she sits next to me. Now she looks unsure.

‘Come on,’ I say. She leans into me and when I fold my arms around her, she relaxes into it. Her crying is calmer now. ‘So, um, Vincent, one of my friends, kept sending me reels and messages. He is playing Elden Ring and he is obsessed. And the message tone was driving me crazy so I put my phone on silent. I didn’t realise.’

She takes a deep breath to calm herself.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry anyone.’

After a very long silence, she finally speaks. ‘I thought we were going to find you dead.’

I realised their fears, but hearing her say it out loud made it so much more real. ‘I’m sorry,’ I repeat.

She falls asleep leaning against me, my hand resting near her elbow. I look at her without shame when I know she will never know. Her beautiful hair is hidden under a blue beanie. Her skin smooth, her lips pouting while she sleeps. I have watched her from my window for months. This new person walking with her oversized dog. She just seemed nice. Her face so pretty when she smiles. I would tell Nick to come join me at the window when it was time for their walk, and he would tease me about my little crush on the woman who lives down the lane. I never could have guessed at the kindness she would show a stranger.

I must have fallen asleep also, because I am woken by a gentle shake. ‘Here,’ she says. She places a hot cup of hot chocolate in front of me. I am covered in a thick, soft blanket. I sit up quickly.

‘Thank you,’ I say, holding the cup between my hands where the warmth seeps into my skin.

She sits on the chair next to me, and pulls her legs up. ‘Sorry for the big reaction,’ she whispers. ‘I was just really scared.’

I shake my head. ‘Don’t apologise. I was in the wrong.’

She looks me in the eye for a moment. Her eyes are puffy and there is a slight blotchiness to her face from the crying. ‘I feel like I had no right to do what I did.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Like it was not my business to call Nick and meddle,’ she says with a bit of a grimace. ‘But I knew I would have regretted it if… things turned out differently.’

‘I don’t feel like you meddled,’ I took a gulp of my hot chocolate. ‘Thank you for checking on me.’

‘I scared the fuck out of Nick,’ she says.

‘It was all me,’ I say, leaning forward to make her look at me. ‘You were trying to help. You did nothing wrong.’ I take a moment before I add, ‘I’m sorry for scaring you.’

She takes a big breath. ‘Come on inside, I threw a pizza in the oven.’

I followed her inside and we did not speak of it again. Inside her house it was cozy and we ate pizza in front of her little fireplace. Instead of going out for walk that day I play-wrestled with Willow in her living room. She smiled at this and later even laughed a little.

Her phone rang later and she answered. ‘Hi, yes he is here.’

Then I knew it was Nick calling.

‘No, everything is fine, don’t worry.’

I stopped playing around to listen.

‘Oh, I’ll tell him. Yes. Okay, bye.’

I look at her expectantly.

‘He says he is going to beat your ass for not telling him where you are,’ she says with a serious face. ‘He also says he brought dinner home, you should go eat.’

‘Oh damn,’ I say, getting up off the floor and brushing some hair off my pants. ‘I better go.’

She nods and gets up to let me out. Before she unlocks the door, I hold my arms open and hug her, I squeeze her tight. ‘I appreciate that you cared today,’ I whisper at her. ‘I’ll be ready for the walk tomorrow, I promise.’

‘Thanks for being okay,’ she whispers back, her voice small.

‘Next time I feel like I can’t get out of bed, I’ll text you. Let you know,’ I say this as kind of a joke, but she takes it very seriously.

‘That would help,’ she says as she pulls back from the hug.

‘Also, tomorrow, I am coming to fix the railing on your porch,’ I say with an exaggerated manliness to my voice.

She tilts her head. ‘Oh, you don’t have to.’

‘I do. See you tomorrow. I’ll bring both of my tools.’

‘Both?’ she laughs.

‘Yup,’ I puff out my chest.

She giggles more. ‘I can’t wait to see which two it turns out to be.’

‘I’ll keep you in suspense. Thanks, again. Have a great evening,’ I lean in for another quick hug before I thought about it.

‘Enjoy second dinner,’ she says as I hop down the steps.

‘I hope it’s sushi,’ I call back.

20:12 It was not sushi. ☹

20:15 Oh no.

20:16 It was a sausage roll from the gas station.

20:16 Hahahaaaa.

20:17 No sympathy I see.

20:17 I fed you before you left. You’ll be okay.

20:18 Thanks for that, you saved me.

YOU

Noah seriously shows up earlier than your normal walk swinging around a hammer. You cautiously push open the door and keep your distance.

‘Hi,’ he smiles very proud of himself.

‘Hi,’ you try to hold back a laugh. ‘So, hammer?’

‘Yes,’ he emphasises the s.

‘And?’ you gesture for him to elaborate.

‘Oh, I also have pliers, but I couldn’t find them,’ he says with exaggerated sadness. ‘I did bring wood glue, though.’

You nod along in understanding. ‘Do you want some coffee before you get to work?’

‘I’d love some,’ he says, dropping the hammer right there and following you inside. ‘It’s such a nice day out. So calm.’

You start getting the coffee ready in the kitchen and he hoists himself up on the counter near you. ‘Maybe the literal calm before the storm. Did you see the weather report?’

‘No, I haven’t,’ he picks up a bottle of vitamins from the counter and throws it from hand to hand.

‘Supposed to be quite bad.’

‘Nick is planning to visit his sister this coming week, is it then?’ he asks, now frowning in concentration.

‘Yeah, a few days it seems,’ you hand him a cup.

‘I will need to stock up on some stuff,’ he says, taking a small sip to test the heat.

He follows you outside to the porch again, where it truly is a lovely day, the sun shining on the snow. ‘Wait a moment.’

‘What is that?’ he says upon your return.

‘A toolbox,’ you say, placing it next to him. You both sit on the floor right next to the broken slats and sip coffee first.

‘Now you make me look like a fool with my hammer,’ he says. ‘I am proud of my hammer.’

You snort. ‘Your hammer is amazing.’

‘Don’t mock me,’ he starts to laugh. ‘So, what happened here?’ he gestures to the gap in the railing.

‘Willow saw a rabbit,’ you shrug. His eyes widen. ‘She didn’t catch it, but she broke these right off,’ you pick up the planks and bring then closer for inspection.

While he sips his coffee, you sort of absent-mindedly pick up his hammer and use the back to start taking out the nails that were poking out. ‘You’ve used one before, I see,’ he tilts his head at you.

‘I have,’ you smile at him.

‘Well, that is lucky, ‘cause I don’t really know what to do,’ he smirks.

‘Hmm, false promises,’ you bump into his shoulder with yours in a friendly gesture.

‘I was trying to be manly, I guess,’ he takes a large gulp and finished his cup.

‘I think just securing it with some new nails should do,’ you try to look if there was any other damage. ‘Maybe a coat of paint when summer comes around.’

‘Yeah, yup. Sounds good. I think I would have used some wood glue, to be honest,’ he shrugs but has a serious expression on his face.

‘We can add wood glue to the original plan if you’d like,’ you open the toolbox and start rummaging around for some nails.

Noah takes his time carefully applying wood glue and placing the planks back into place. Then he insists on taking the nails from you and hammering them into place.

‘Don’t hit your fingers,’ you say helpfully.

He huffs at you. ‘I’ll try,’ then he hammers with comical gentleness.

‘Can I help?’

‘No,’ he frowns in concentration.

You hold out each nail for him to take and each time, he brushes your hand. Each time a little more than before. His hands were soft, clearly not used to lots of physical hard work. His tattoos clear to you now that you had the opportunity to look.

‘Did Nick do all your tattoos?’ you ask.

He pauses and looks at his hands. ‘No,’ he shakes his head. ‘He has done a few, but I try to get different artists.’

‘How many do you have?’ you ask.

‘Oh shit, a lot. I don’t even know,’ he lines up a nail and gets ready to hammer.

‘Oh, I’ve only seen the ones on your hands and neck.’

‘I have all over.’ he taps at the nail and slowly gains confidence.

You think about that for a second. ‘Which one was the most painful?’

‘They all were,’ he says. ‘Hurts so much. Probably my neck, though.’

‘You must show me sometime, I’d like to see,’ you say.

‘Gladly,’ he smiles again. ‘How does this look?’ he points at the planks that are all back in place.

‘Very good. Thank you, Noah.’

He turns towards you a little, one leg straight going past you, touching you slightly, the other leg curled in front of him. Then he pulls up his hoodie, not taking it off, just exposing his stomach and some of his chest. ‘There’s a few.’

You look for a moment in shock. He was covered, but you were more distracted by how his stomach moved when he breathed. You felt a need to touch, but did not. ‘Whoah, you really have a lot.’

He lowers the hoodie, pulls up his sleeves, then shows you legs by pulling up the trousers from the bottom. Lastly, he turns and lifts the hoodie again, exposing his back. An enormous portrait of Jesus right there. You reach a hand out, without thinking. Your fingertips brush on the thorny crown and you notice a physical response from Noah. The atmosphere shifts.

He turns around a moment after your touch that lingered a little longer than it should have, his hoodie falling awkwardly back down, your hand hovering in the air. He has a frown on his face again, the one he has when he concentrates. He looks at your hand and when it stays there, he lifts his hand up and holds it. Only when he starts to lean in do you look up at his eyes. Uncertainty and hope swimming in the most beautiful brown. He keeps coming closer slowly, he keeps holding your hand. You don’t know what came over you, but there was a magical force that made you lean forward towards him with more urgency than he was.

Your lips come together with slightly more than ideal force, but Noah still lets out an immediate but soft growl. His free hand touches your cheek. Instead of feeling relief that the tension that had been building dissipated, the tension increased. Your whole body was reacting to his lips softly moving against yours.

Without taking his lips from yours, he manages to get on his knees, because in the position he was sitting, he couldn’t get close enough. Now he could gently coax you back and you went along – he had a hand at the back of your head and kept crowding in until you were laying back on the porch between discarded nails and empty cups.

He settled his body next to yours, but you were still touching and you felt his chest as he breathed. He started parting his lips a little and lingered with each graze of his lips.

He was being sweet and gentlemanly, but soon you just went for it. You twisted your fists into the fabric of his hoodie where he was politely hovering and pulled him a little closer, and then you deepened the kiss by sucking his bottom lip between yours. He whimpers and responds in kind. It turns into a frantic kiss, his hand slipping under your ribs to pull you closer. You hook your leg over one of his. ‘Oh fuck,’ you hear him whisper in between kisses.

You hum in response and he softly bites at your lip. You moan louder than you meant to.

Nothing has ever felt this right. Or this good.

By the time Willow interrupts by sniffing and bumping, you had no idea if you had been kissing for a minute or for hours.

He laughs at her and rolls to the side for a moment, fending off the playful licks from the dog. He gets up, stands kind of with his back to you. ‘Where did you come from?’ he asks her and rubs at her ears.

You sit up, and feel the moment vanish, the magic disappear. You feel a twisting feeling in your stomach. You knew what was going to happen now.

‘I’ll be back for the walk later,’ he says, only half turning to look at you. He does smile. But then he is off across the road to his flat. You lay back down and sigh.

‘Why did he have to be such a good kisser?’ you ask when Willow looks at you while tilting her head in confusion.

NOAH

She is not waiting for me in the path as usual. I take my nervous energy and head to her house and knock on the door. She answers with a frown.

‘Just let me get my jacket,’ she says and she disappears. I take a deep breath.

I smile at her struggling to get her one arm into the sleeve and I help her a little. I use the opportunity and take a hold of her hand when it peaks through the cuff. She looks down at our hands for a moment and then I start leading the way.

I had promised myself that I would kiss her as a greeting, but things didn’t work out. So I tell myself that it’s okay. I’ll get another chance.

‘I almost missed the walking time,’ I start with my nervous rambling. ‘I sat down and started playing with some music on my computer. It just flowed so well, and it was almost easy, you know? I found this amazing sample and I fucked with it until it just worked so well. I can’t remember the last time it felt like that. Luckily, I had an – ‘

She had suddenly stopped walking. We were only half way to the park. I looked back at her.

‘What…? Are you okay?’ I ask, stepping closer to lessen the tension on our arms.

She takes a moment, looking at the ground, before she takes a deep breath. My stomach drops. ‘We kissed,’ she almost whispers and then she struggles but tries to make eye contact with me.

I nod. ‘I vividly remember.’

‘You are not acting like you regret it,’ she says, her voice small.

‘What?’ I say, stepping even closer to her, like I needed to hear her better. ‘I don’t regret it.’

She looks at me again and I notice a tiny bit of tears brimming in her eyes. It makes the colour of her iris stand out for some reason.

I am deeply perplexed by this conversation. ‘I don’t understand,’ I continue.

‘Neither do I,’ she blinks a lot to get rid of the tears..

‘You thought I regretted the kiss?’ I ask.

She nods.

I think before I reply. ‘Because I ran off?’

She shrugs, and then nods.

I suddenly realise what it must have looked like. ‘That was not why,’ I try to think of how to explain. ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.’

‘I was sure you wouldn’t show up for the walk,’ she says.

‘Um,’ I start. ‘I got excited… and just didn’t know what to do. I felt embarrassed.’

Now she looks me straight in the eye, this time I felt difficulty keeping the eye contact. ‘Excited?’

‘I got an erection,’ I clarify in a hushed tone.

She laughed and coughed a little to clear her throat. ‘Oh.’

I turn and pull her with me as we start walking again. ‘I thought you felt it for sure.’

She laughs again, ‘I didn’t.’

‘Do you regret the kiss?’ I ask.

‘Not at all,’ she says.

I hold on to her hand the whole time. We play with Willow. We talk about my song I made, the weather, the hammer I left on her porch.

I walk her to her door and kiss her again. I love the way I have to lean down, but even more I love the way she tilts her head up. She grips onto my arm and I have my free hand on her waist. I feel the swell of her hip, I feel her tiny moan travel into my mouth.

We only stop the kiss when my phone rings. ‘It’s Nick’s ringtone,’ I say apologetically. I answer and he immediately asks if I’m fine. ‘I’m fine, I’m still on the walk. On my way back.’

‘I love that he cares about you so much,’ she says as I hang up the phone.

‘Yeah,’ I agree. ‘Wish he could have waited a little, though.’

‘Maybe a little, yes,’ she laughs. ‘Have a good night.’

I kiss her a few times. ‘I will see you tomorrow?’

She nods. She waves at me from her door when I look back halfway home. All I can think is that she is amazing.

Nick is dishing up the food I cooked earlier onto two plates when I walk in. ‘Nick.’

‘There you are, you doing good?’

‘Yeah, I’m all good. Nick?’

‘Can you leave a note, or send me a text? I stress when I get here and you are gone.’

‘Yeah, sorry I will do that. I didn’t think it would take that long. But, Nick?’

‘Did you put lentils in this?’ Nicks asks, pushing the food back and forth with his fork.

‘Lentils are good for you,’ I say.

‘I guess,’ he shrugs and puts the plate in the microwave.

‘Nicholas,’ I say with force.

He looks at me with big eyes. ‘What?’

‘I kissed her,’ I say and then get a stupid grin on my face that I cannot hold back.

‘You did?’ he smiles at me and walks towards me. ‘How did it go?’ he grabs me by the shoulders.

‘I got a massive boner and ran away,’ I say and that kills the grin a little.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows. ‘Goddamnit, Noah,’ he laughs. ‘And then?’

‘I explained and all. It was a little confusing. But we kissed again after all that,’ I say, smiling again.

‘So, it went well?’ We start jumping up and down together.

‘Yeah, it did,’

‘That’s why you lost track of time?’ he asks.

‘It is,’ we stop jumping and then I proceed to tell him everything while we eat at the small kitchen table.

YOU

07:11 I can’t make the walk today. See you tomorrow. X

You read the message and wonder about it while brushing your teeth and getting dressed. The knock on the door surprises you a little and when it’s Nick you are nervous immediately.

‘He is not having a good morning,’ Nick says.

‘What does that mean?’ you beg for clarification.

‘He does not want to get out of bed. I offered to cook him breakfast and tried making jokes. He is not feeling it,’ Nick explains. ‘This happens every now and again. I was wondering if you could just check in on him today. I am a little worried after the whole thing.’

You nod while you are still processing what was asked of you. ‘Any advice?’ you ask.

‘He usually just needs to wallow a little. Don’t push too much,’ he smiles with the wrong emotion. ‘Call me if there’s anything.’

Roughly half an hour later, you let yourself into the flat with the key Nick gave you after the incident where Noah’s phone was on silent.

You tried to be as considerate as possible, but you had an idea what this felt like, so you decided to do what you wished someone had done for you when you were like this.

You walked to Noah’s bedroom and softly knocked on the door. ‘I’m fine, Nick. Go to work already.’

‘It’s me,’ you say just loudly enough for him to hear.

He is quiet for a moment and its almost you can hear him process the information. ‘Come in?’ he says like he very unsure whether that is the correct answer to give.

You crack open the door and don’t step inside. ‘Hey,’ you smile at him.

‘Hi,’ he says. You can see he is not okay.

‘May I come in?’ you ask with a small voice.

He grimaces. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you to, but I am not going to be good company today, and I haven’t brushed my teeth and I’m a mess. My room is a mess.’

You nod a little. ‘I would love some bad company.’

He rubs his face. ‘I am embarrassed,’ he says.

‘Don’t be. I get it,’ You still stand in the door. ‘If you really don’t want me here, I’ll go sit in the living room and watch some tv. No pressure.’

He frowns at you. ‘You can come in.’ He seems reluctant still.

You step inside. The only thing you notice that bothers you is an empty beer can near his computer. But other than that, it’s not really messy at all. You stand next to his bed. ‘Move over,’ you say softly, while taking off your shoes.

Still with utter confusion on his face, he moves to the side and without preamble you climb into his bed with him. ‘Roll over,’ you instruct again. You wiggle up behind him and without being too intimate or too close, you let your arm rest over his waist, holding him.

‘You letting me be the little spoon?’ he whispers.

‘Hmmm, you are not feeling good. So, I get to be your big spoon,’ you say and move around until you are comfortable and settle down. You feel how he relaxes surprisingly quickly. You register how his pillow smells like him, and how warm his body is.

‘Thank you,’ he whispers so softly you almost didn’t catch it. You tighten your arm around him a little.

***

He fell asleep fairly quickly, but it took you some time. You were not really tired to begin with and you were thinking about him. But eventually you drifted off too.

When you wake, he is on his back, his lips gently parted with his head slightly tilted towards you. Your arm still at his waist, but now resting across his stomach. You feel him breathe. His long hair spreads out on his pillow like a halo.

You moved to get up, thinking about getting him some water or something to eat, but as soon as you moved, he made a sound and placed his hand on your arms resting across him. So, you stay. You study the light freckles across his face, his eyelashes, his straight nose, the slight stubble forming on his upper lip and chin. You see his eyes move under his lids. You remember the last four days where he came by for a second walk each day, but you knew it was an excuse for extra hand holding and kisses and you happily played along.

‘Mmmm,’ you hear him after a while, sleepily stirring awake. He says your name as a question.

‘I am here,’ you whisper back.

‘I thought I dreamt you were here,’ he mumbles. He turns on his side to face you.

‘Can I get you something? Something you eat?’ you ask.

‘That’d be nice,’ he says. ‘I’ll come with you.’

‘It’s okay. Let me,’ you say.

But without arguing more, he gets up and pads behind you into the kitchen where you pour some water into a glass and then take out a lunch tin where you packed some stuff for him to eat. He has his arms crossed around his middle, like he is cold.

‘Where did that come from?’ he asked.

‘I brought it over,’ you explain.

He takes a bathroom break and the two of you sit at the kitchen table and eat a few crackers with cheese. It’s mostly silent. He carries two glasses of water back to his room and you get back in bed. This time, without words, he curls up into your body and rest his head on your chest. He almost clings to you. ‘Thank you.’

NOAH

I wake up and my head is halfway between her shoulder and chest. She has her hand slowly trailing over my back. She is soft and warm and smells good. I feel peaceful for a moment, and I treasure it because I cannot remember the last time I felt like this. When I move to stretch a little, she looks down at me.

‘Hey,’ she says with sweetness.

‘Hey,’ I groan and I stretch some more.

‘How are you doing?’ she asks, her hand has not stopped moving across my back.

‘Right now, I am good,’ I say, wanting to say a lot more.

‘You were mumbling a little in your sleep,’ she says, her voice is low.

‘Did I say something stupid?’ I ask.

‘No, you didn’t really say anything.’

After a few moments I ask, ‘I love that you are here with me. But didn’t you have stuff to do today?’

‘I had a few things, but it wasn’t important,’ she explains.

‘I’m sorry if I held you up.’

‘You didn’t,’ she reassures me. ‘I was thinking, however.’

‘Should I be worried?’ I ask.

‘I think you should come stay with me when Nick goes to his sister,’ she says. ‘With the storm coming, I think it would be smart. If you want to, of course.’

I think about it for a few seconds. ‘That honestly sounds great.’

‘Yeah?’ she smiles softly.

‘We should get stuff so we can make s’mores,’ I say and I turn my head to kiss her collarbone. I see the goosebumps rise on her skin and climb up her neck.

She takes a shaky breath before she says, ‘Good idea.’

I kiss up her neck and her response is more than I expected. Her breathing is deep and her eyes are closed by the time I get to her lips.

‘But I was thinking more along the lines of,’ she takes a breath. ‘Making sure we have enough wood for the fireplace.’

‘Mmmm, we need a fire to make s’mores,’ I kiss behind her ear.

‘We need fire in case the power goes out,’ she twists her hand in my shirt.

‘That too, I guess,’ I kiss her slowly. She kisses back.

‘We need actual food, too,’ she leans in this time, whispering this right in my ear. I get goosebumps despite the subject matter.

I start working my hand under her shirt. I go slow, because I don’t want to push too far. She tenses a little, but she doesn’t stop me and instead she grips on to me tighter with her head tilting back in slow motion and I have to take advantage of the exposed skin. ‘We could go shopping,’ I mumble into her neck. I move over soft skin, then I slip my hand over her bra, cupping her breast, she very subtly pushes up into it.

‘Maybe a flashlight. Some extra batteries.’ Her voice is breathy.

‘So practical,’ I say, teasing a little. ‘Can I push your bra out of the way?’

She nods and I pull it up.

‘I knew God gave me big hands for a reason,’ I say as I fit one breast in my hand and I feel her nipple on my palm.

She giggles a little.

I just decide I need my mouth on the flesh I’m holding, when we hear someone come down the passage to my room. I take my hand out from under her shirt and she pulls her shirt back into place and then the door bursts open, ‘How are you doing… Oh.’

‘Nick, you should fucking knock,’ I say.

‘I thought you were still sleeping,’ he says apologetically. ‘I’m sorry for interrupting.’

‘Hi, Nick,’ she says with a grimace.

‘Hi,’ he waves. ‘Thanks for checking up on him.’ He nods his head in my direction.

‘No problem,’ she says and pulls the blanket up higher even though there was nothing to hide.

There is a moment of silence where no one knows where to look.

‘I’m leaving,’ Nick says.

‘Yeah, bye,’ I call after him.

‘We weren’t even doing anything untoward,’ she says indignantly.

I snort at her choice of words. ‘We were not completely innocent, though.’

‘No,’ she sighs. ‘Are we supposed to feel guilty?’

‘No,’ I say. ‘We were not breaking the rules.’

‘Good, ‘cause I don’t feel guilty,’ she smiles a little.

‘Neither do I,’ I quickly kiss her lips.

‘But I’d better go,’ she pouts a little. ‘When is Nick leaving for his sister’s?’

‘Tomorrow morning. He’s probably back early to pack or something.’

‘So, you’re in for the storm sleepover?’ she asks.

‘Definitely. We go shopping tomorrow morning, for real? I’ll pack some stuff for myself also,’ I get up and stretch and she follows.

‘Okay, great. I’ll see you tomorrow then,’ she seems unsure of what to do with herself.

‘Thank you for hanging with me today,’ I say while pulling her in a for a hug. ‘It helped a lot.’

‘Anytime,’ she mumbles against my chest. ‘I had a good time.’

23:43 I am trying to sleep but I keep thinking about stuff.

23:44 What stuff?

23:44 Your boobs.

23:45 Sorry if that’s a lot. But they were comfy to sleep on.

23:46 I am also thinking about stuff. But more like your hands on me.

23:47 That was awesome too, btw.

23:48 So… how are we supposed to sleep then?

23:48 I don’t know.

23:48 Let’s just think about the stuff. Maybe we will dream about it.

23:49 I’ll try that. Sweet dreams.

23:49 You too, dream about stuff 😉

Part 2

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tinkerbelle05 · 2 years ago

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Hi i hope you’re doing okay! Could you write something about sanji teaching reader how to cook :)) he’d be so gentle and sweet and also a big flirt the rest is up to you <33

Teach Me To Cook, Please

Character: Sanji x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks Pookie, and yes I’m doing great, thx! 🫶🏿

Warnings: character might slightly be ooc, if so I’m sorry! I’m new to this fandom 😅 & there might be typos and the such.

You were sitting on the barstool watching Sanji expertly cook dinner. You weren't entirely sure what he was making but you saw salmon so probably that.

Sanji was gifted at many things; flirting, dancing, fighting (though only with his legs because in his words, “Can’t damage my hands. I’m a chef first, pirate second”), looking absolutely stunning. And of course, cooking.

Sanji could make almost anything you asked of him. If you wanted seafood paella, you got it, looking at the lobsters at the market for a few seconds, it’s right there for you when you wake up the next morning. And if he didn’t know how to cook a food you requested, he learned the recipe within a day and cooked it to perfection.

He did everything with a level of care and precision. Every vegetable was cut tin even and identical slices, any meat was cooked beautifully. And he did that for you, every single night for dinner that was just you two. Even after working long hours in a busy kitchen all day for the crew.

He was amazing.

There were many times you wanted to cook something for him but well, your cooking skills were shit to put it kindly. The most you could do was boil water and even that was hit or miss.

But still, you wanted to do something for him for once. Surprise him with his favorite meal after a hard day at work or homemade soup for when got he a cold.

“What’s the problem, love? What’s with the frown on your pretty face?” Sanji asked, his eyes looking into yours but his hands never stopped moving.

You leaned your head into your palm, “Nothing’s the matter, Sanji.”

He decided not to dignify your weak excuse with an verbal response, he just looked at you longer with a blank expression.

You sighed again, “I wished I knew how to cook, that’s all.”

He chuckled lightly, “But I’m here pigeon, I can make anything you want. It’s a small price I pay to be in the presence of a beauty such as yourself.”

See? He said words that made you feel warm and light at the same time. Fuzzy feelings found their way into your heart and made you wanna smile until your cheeks hurt. You didn't know how he did it, where all of his charming compliments came from.

You smiled softly at him, “I know but I still wanna at least pay you back. Maybe you can teach me how to make what your making?”

He considered this for a moment and looked down at his ingredients before he nodded with a grin and beckoned you to come closer. You got up and rounded the corner.

“What d I do first?” You asked after washing your hands, equal parts nervous and excited.

“Cut the vegetables for me, love,” he replied and started to unpack the fish.

You nodded, took the knife and stared at the vegetables. It was a rather manageable request but now your second guessing yourself.

Is there a wrong way to cut vegetables?

What if they are too big?

Too small?

Or not even?

You had no clue. But you decided to start chopping anyway. You attempted to cut the vegetables into big pieces so if that’s wrong then you can cut them into smaller slices.

Yes, that made sense in your head.

After a while of chopping, you felt Sanji staring at you. Instantly doubt clouded your mind and halted your cutting to a stop.

Were you chopping too slow? Too fast?

Maybe the cuts should’ve been smaller?

Sanji stood behind you, he placed his hand on yours and guided your chopping. His cheek rested softly at your head, you could feel his body on yours.

“You do it like this, love,” he said. You watched as he cut the vegetables into thin, even slices with a quickness you didn’t think was entirely possible.

Sanji grip on your hand was strong and firm, he made sure and confident slices. After a while Sanji left you to cut up tbe vegetables on your own. Once you were done, you dumped the vegetables into a pan with oil in it per Sanji’s instructions.

“You know, you said you were a terrible cook but you seem like you know what your doing,” Sanji chuckled. He leaned closer to you, “You sure you didn’t say all of the stuff just to spend time with me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at, “Oh please, get over yourself. It was just simple chopping. Nothing much.”

Sanji shook his head, “No, no chopping is quite hard, well if you want them to be even that is. But you are just so amazing that it comes that easy to you.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “If you keep inflating my ego, I’d become insufferable.” You stir the vegetables in the pan.

You heard Sanji laugh and felt his arms gently wrap themselves around your waist.

“As if you could ever be insufferable to me? Stop talking rubbish and stir the pot faster, your getting the vegetables all soggy.”

“Oh! Sorry,” you say quickly and stir faster.

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cillianmurphysdimples · 2 months ago

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A Female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Sixty)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and is all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Sixty: Y/N finds numerous things online that fuel her anxieties and self-hatred, but Cillian needs her to understand that social media doesn't get to dictate how or what their life together is. Y/N feels a little frustrated when working with Cillian in close proximity. She finds her voice and lets him know he always has the right to touch her. [Sexual Scene]

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Thank you to @cillianssweet for your input!!

Speedy proofread, but no glasses so apologies for obvious typos.

It's three days after your engagement dinner that press outlets get their hands on the ‘story’ - evidently, Cillian being bundled into a taxi with his family whilst you stood on the road waiting made a good image in announcing that he was, indeed, engaged. Malachy had sent you numerous article links and Aran had found meme upon meme of a drunken Cillian. While the articles weren't bad, nearly every meme referenced Cillian's need to be drunk as he realises he's made a mistake in his decision to be with you. They weigh heavy on you, and piss Cillian off, but there isn't a whole lot that can be done to stop it. Despite the knowledge that nobody on the internet knows you two, the tension that those posts cause lead to numerous sessions of bickering and eventually, a low-budget row. Cillian wants you to ignore it, and he doesn't seem to understand that you can't.

“It's alright for you!” You raise your voice, standing in the middle of the kitchen. “It isn't you they hate, Cillian. You can do no fucking wrong. But me? I'm a slut, a whore, a homewrecker. I got pregnant to keep you, I-I-I’ve trapped you. I've made you different and it's all my fucking fault!”

He sighs loudly, standing a foot away from you, and shakes his head. “You know none of that is true.”

“It's what they're saying, your fucking fans! I ruined your life and now I'm making you a Dad again when you don't deserve it. Ruining your life. Ruining your family. That's all I am to your fucking collective, and it's torture, Cillian! Our life isn't an open book, but somehow they still think they have the skinny on it all and their bullshit gets believed.”

“Why is this my fault?” Cillian frowns deeply, and thrusts his arms out at his sides. “Y/N I don't think any of that, and if some person who doesn't know us, in some bullshit article, or on some twitter page thinks they do then why are we concerning ourselves with it? It's spunk, every word of it, so stop focusing on it.”

“I can't!” You raise your voice louder. “People believe all of this ‘spunk’, Cillian! The scarlet fucking woman, that's me. Now you're trapped with the whore who ruined your perfect marriage because I'm pregnant. And you're the stand up guy who won't leave me. You were married, not me. You were the one who turned away, not me. So why the fuck are you Mister fucking Perfect, and I'm the homewrecking slut?”

Cillian waves his hands in front of him at your words. “You're not - stop it. And I'm not fucking perfect. You are nothing like any of those people make out, and us arguing about this is not going to change the stupid fact that people will always fill in the fucking blanks with the bollocks they make up. I can't stop it, Y/N, but we don't have to fucking argue over this. I don't think any of that, or feel any of that, and I'm sorry I got so fucking drunk that night and it ended up being snapped. I'm sorry. I'm sorry they think it's gas fucking craic to make memes, I'm sorry they think it's okay to talk about you like that, to rake our life like that. But every word of it is wank, and we both know that, as does every fucking person who knows us. So stop it, stop blaming me, stop letting it sit in your head rent fucking free! And for the love of God, calm yourself down before you cause yourself a fucking problem.”

You drag your phone from your trousers pocket and angrily scroll through. You can hear Cillian sighing and tutting, but you have a point to prove. “Right, listen to this and then tell me again to fucking calm down!” You snap. “TommyShelbysSaddle says ‘He deserves so much better, ngl we've all seen them show y/n comes after his divorce but I don't really think that's the story like lol look at her. Sees a man with money and fame and the next thing you know he's divorced and instantly is in a relationship with her, now she's pregnant and they're getting married too. What a masterplan y/n. She took him from his family. Gen z's here's your gold digger example.’.” you breathe raggedly as you look up from your phone and fix your eyes on Cillian.

You can see by his face that he hasn't realised the depth of some of the online backlash. “Y/N…” he shakes his head.

“If you say calm down, I'll castrate you with kitchen scissors.” You say with gritted teeth and lay your phone down onto the island counter. “It's insidious, Cillian. And it's been constant since yesterday when the pictures and articles were filtering out. Our baby girl will have access to things like this when she's old enough, do you understand that? Your sons are reading this now. And Aran's already rocky with how he feels about all of this. We can know all we like, know the truth, know the facts, but they're skating near the truth and they're also lying and both of those become….intertwined and become the truth.” You sigh heavily and place your hand across your stomach as the baby moves gently. “I'm supposed to be the happiest I've ever been right now, you know? Conventionally. A fiancé, a baby, the home we've made together…” you shrug your shoulders. “And all that,” you gesture at your phone, “It ruins it all.”

“Ah stop,” he walks towards you, “Nothing is ruined if you don't let it fucking happen.” He says. “That shit is cruel, I can see that. And I hate that that is being said. But Y/N, it's bullshit. Delete the fucking social media and forget it. They don't matter, they're not in this house, this relationship, or this family. They don't fucking matter.”

“They matter to Aran.” You say, fixing his sharp blue eyes with a firm stare. “He cares because he fucking knows.”

“I'll talk to Aran.” He rolls his eyes.

“You're passing it off,” you draw your lips in tight and shake your head. “Don't do that. Don't roll your eyes. You're not the kind of person to be horizontal on opinions, Cillian, so don't do it here. That's…I don't like it.” You huff. You slide your hand back and forth across your bump. Cillian places his hand against your belly too, along the side where you suspect Clíodhna's spine is curled, and he moves it slowly back and forth. “I want her to be proud of us, Cill. Happy, loved, proud, and…respected for who she is, not hated for this balls online.”

“She will be.” He says with a serious face. “We'll make sure of that.” He moves his hand along your tummy, and you feel the baby move slightly. You watch his face for that expression he always makes, the expression you love, and despite the words between you just now it is there clearly. All the love, all the amazement. “Nothing but good for her,” he says quietly. “Because she deserves it.”

For two days, nearly three now, as Cillian works from the office upstairs beside you, you find yourself lost in thought. You're distracted from every task you're supposed to be focused on as you watch him working. The tiny little mouth stims he can't hold back, the glasses, the growing hair that flops onto his forehead and curls around his ears… you want him. And for some reason, he doesn't pick up on it. For two full work days, you try longing looks, sultry expressions, and even take your laptop to the sofabed to sit with him to work in the hopes he can smell the “I want sex now” pheromones pumping off your skin. But he doesn't. You've been more sexually driven your entire pregnancy, and he knows this, but as he focuses on calls, emails and god knows what with Enda, you're left with a building frustration as he misses every one of your silent signals. He hasn't instigated anything at the end of the last two nights, either, and now that you're sitting here again, nearing the end of a third, sexually frustrated day, you know you've got to just be blunt.

“So,” you turn the office chair away from the desk and face Cillian, who is once again on the folded up sofa bed with his laptop on the table before him. He peers up momentarily, and his glasses are glinted with the screen light from the laptop. “Seeing as you're either blind or I'm shit at the come-on, I'm just going to be…open about it.”

Cillian frowns, “What’re y’on about?” He smirks.

“I'm horny! And you've been sitting there, with your joggers and your fucking face, for the last three days and you haven't so much as groped my boobs.” You say, and then you add a pout. Cillian's face is a picture. “Take me to fucking bed tonight and fuck me into the mattress before I start shopping on LoveHoney.”

Cillian's mouth bobs open. “...I didn't…”

You laugh a little, “I know you've been busy, I have too, but you haven't even initiated anything when we've gone to bed. Are you not feeling it, with the baby, or…?”

Cillian shakes his head, “Oh, no, I'm fucking feeling it. You look…” he puffs out his cheeks. “It's just you've said you're so tired and I know you are, I didn't want…I just thought…”

You shake your head. “I'm hornier than ever. Please, put the moves on. I'll tell you if it's not gonna happen, but I really don't think there's going to be a point where I say no at the end of the day. Just having you in the same room all day makes me want you. So please, for the love of all that is holy, do unspeakable things to me later. We'll find a way around….this.” you gesture both hands to your stomach. Your belly has continued to grow and you know there's going to have to be some amendments to positions. You're not sure doggy, though it is something you've been fantasising over, is ideal, and you know Cillian's preferred missionary is out as being on your back isn't exactly a good position these days. But the more you consider, the more you're turning yourself on, and you look at Cillian with a needy pout. “I don't care how we work it out, love, but if you're not inside me tonight I think I'll lose my mind.”

For a moment he looks a little awkward, but then his left cheek dimples as he smiles lopsidedly. “So I've permission to take what I want, then?” His eyebrows rise and while his words sound a little domineering, you know it's playful.

“Always.” You smile.

Come evening time, you can see your earlier openness has had the desired effect on Cillian. As you shut down the house downstairs, ready to head up to bed, you don't miss his flushed cheeks, his frequent looks, or his constant reasons to touch or brush against you. It does nothing to calm your hormones, and you're so glad! Standing at the bottom of the stairs, as Cillian sets the alarm, you smile when he turns to you.

“C’mon then, Murphy.” You grin, “Take me to bed or lose me forever.” He doesn't need a second green light, but giving it anyway makes you smile and, in turn, he smiles back.

He steps closer and comes to a halt right before you at the bottom step. “You'd never leave me,” he smiles as he pushes his face close to yours. “Still…” he raises his eyebrows, kisses you softly, then smiles against your lips. “...not gonna risk it.” He says, then kisses you softly again. “To the bedroom…” kiss. “...completely naked…” kiss. “....and then we'll figure something out.”

You smirk against his peppered kisses and place your hand against his stubbled cheek. Drawing back your head a little, you look back into his eyes. “Race you.” You grin, and turn to climb the stairs. There is no speed, there is no rush, but the want and need to be in bed with the man who is trailing you up the stairs is only growing stronger.

The bedroom door is still wide open when Cillian reaches his hands out for you. Despite his request you go up and strip, he seems to want to take on that task himself. He paws at your shoulders to push off your cardigan, and no sooner has it left your arms are his hands at the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up over your body, all the while his lips are hungrily dancing over yours. He breaks the kiss only to remove your t-shirt, and you smile as he only seems to realise at that moment that you're not wearing a bra. His hands immediately cup over your breasts, and he still seems to be amazed at how much bigger they've become at just over halfway through your pregnancy. He kneads his palms over the weight of your boobs as he kisses you again, and there is more pressure in it than before. You reach for his t-shirt and start to lift it by running your hands under it and up his back. He abandons your breasts and your mouth and tears the top over his head - there's a feverishness you hadn't expected, a haste to get to the main event, and while you're horny enough to find the hunger he has sexy, you hope this isn't the pace he intends to set for the duration.

With the t-shirt gone, Cillian pauses for a second and smiles at you. His eyes are sex drunk and his cheeks are still flushed pink. “You okay?” He asks, and you wonder if it looks like you're not.

You nod, and smile, and reach out your hands to cup his stubbly cheeks. “Perfect.” You say, and press your lips against his.

He places both of his hands on your hips, but they don't sit there long. He runs them down over your backside, kneading your arse cheeks through the material of your jogger bottoms, and then draws his hands back up to push into the waistband and work them down. He pauses as he pushes your joggers to your mid-thigh, and you frown as he draws back his head and pulls a face at you. “Why are you wearing my boxers?”

You'd forgotten, and you laugh - you're not sure if you're embarrassed or it's just funny. “They're comfy.” You shrug, your hands still on his cheeks. “I didn't fancy a thong, and my knickers go across my bum and it's just annoying.” You roll your eyes. “Not sexy now?” You ask with a smirk.

He shakes his head in your hands, “Are you mad? That's so fucking sexy.” He pushes his mouth against yours again and the way he positions his hips allows you to feel his erection against your thigh. He wastes no more time, though, as the fever returns and he strips you both of any and all remaining fabric. Naked as the day you were born, he takes you in as you stand by the bed. You daren't tell him your thudding heart has made the baby move like she's playing football, for fear it'd halt all activities. “I've an idea…” he says, walking towards you. “Lie down, on your side.”

You smile, “Gonna spoon me?” You giggle.

“Best kind of spooning ever…” he says, and the thickness of his voice makes you throb. It isn't sexy to climb into the bed and get comfortable, neither is it sexy for Cillian to fumble around behind you. But, if you want what you want, you take what it takes to get there! The warmth of his body pressed up tightly behind you is amazing, and the feeling of his leaking erection prodding against your backside reminds you that you're as desperate for this as he is.

He peppers kisses along your shoulders as his right hand roams over the side of your body, cupping your breast before sliding down your ribcage, over your hip, and down your thigh. He knows what he's doing, and your body reacts instantly with goosebumps over every limb. He brings his hand to your knee and pushes his hand under it. Curling his fingers around the back of your knee, he lifts your leg up into a bend. You plant your foot into the bed as he slowly smooths his hand back up your thigh. He moves his body closer, although there's barely a space between you, and his hard cock pushes against the cleft of your backside. That small movement closer, though, makes it easier for him to push his hand down along the inside of your raised thigh, along your groin and towards your vulva. Deftly, his fingers move around your lips then straight to your clit. Slow circles with his fingers and kisses moved to your jaw are a heady mix. You reach your right arm back and claw your fingers into his hair. He applies a little pressure with his fingers, still moving in slow and teasing circles, and you sigh breathly. You try not to focus on the increased movements of the baby and stay focused on the man pressed close and working hard.

His hips rock against your arse, seeking his own teasing pleasure as he gives you yours. It's good - it's really good - but it isn't what you want. Taking your hand from his hair, you move down to wrap your hand around his. You know it turns him on, and the moan he makes is backed up by the twitch of his penis against your back. You can feel the sticky wetness of precum where he's nestled, and it only serves to make you want his neediness to be put to use. You draw back his hand from your body, and at the same time you roll your hips back against him. You're not going to say it - despite having begged for it earlier today - but you hope he gets the hint from your actions, and that the ‘fuck me now’ is implied well.

He places his hand on your hip for a moment as he moves his body behind you, and then his hand disappears. For a moment, his hand returns to your body as he grips his fingers around the underside of your thigh, and then it's gone again. When you finally feel the insistent push for entry at the opening of your vagina, it takes all your comical restraint not to gasp ‘finally’ out loud. You can feel that he's trying to like himself up without being so base as to keep peering down at your nether regions. When you feel the head of his penis slide further, though, you reach back your hand and pull against his hip, letting him know he's where he should be. He shifts a little, moving his body a little further down yours to ensure he can stay where he should be, then he wraps his hand back around the underside of your thigh again as he starts to move his hips.

It's as though you've finally felt cool air after being too hot, finally got a drink after waking up with a heavy thirst - his hard cock moving inside you feels that good, it truly feels like you're meeting a primal need. As he thrusts his hips forwards you awkwardly rock back, getting him in as deeply as you can. You shift your leg when he moves his hand, and while it's a little painful you can live with it as you plant your foot behind his legs, sort of trapping him between your body and your leg. He snakes his right hand across your hip and down between your legs, and while his rhythm with his fingers is altered by the strokes of his hips, he doesn't leave your clit without dedicated, pressured attention.

It's intoxicating, to be treated to the double pleasure, and it draws a quick but intense clitoral orgasm that sends your walls into immediate spasm around his penis. It makes him moan, and he huffs those wet breaths of pleasure against your back. You nutter a string of fucks and shits and continue to fuck yourself back against him. The baby moves dramatically inside of you, and it's distracting, but you're desperate to keep this going and not allow it to make you feel too weird to continue. Cillian's hips continue to thrust hard against your backside, and the huffing, high-pitched sounds of his enjoyment are driving you wild. It's an odd position for him, you know, with his he has to place himself and the effort he needs to put in, but you can tell he's fucking enjoying it. You know it's working for him, as his kisses and huffs against your back become small nips against your skin as he hisses moaning hums that tell you he isn't too far from the finish line. You move your hips a little different, sort of rolling them rather than rocking, and whatever it does for him is clearly good as his sighs turn to mumbled curses.

His hand has abandoned your clit, but you don't care. He's gripping your hip as he snaps his hips quicker, pulling you to him as he fucks hard up into you. “Fuck…fuck…” he says, and you reach back your hand to touch anywhere on his body you can reach. Your hand land somewhere around his lower back and he thrusts sharply as your nails dig into his skin. “Ah…yeah…” he mumbles, and then the high pitched signs return. They tumble from his tongue as he thrusts against you harder, pulling your body down to his pelvis. His cock jerks forcefully inside you and that feeling you love takes over your insides as he cums. Those sighs don't stop as his cock twitches twice more, emptying him of everything he's got to give. You push your nails in where your hand sits on his back. As the twitches stop he thrusts into you slowly twice, and for a moment you wonder if he's aiming for another round simply off the back of how intense he'd found it. But he doesn't. He pushes his chest in against your back as he lays kisses near your shoulder with his pillowy lips. He runs his hand up and down your thigh, but you know it's more that he's soothing himself through the last sparks of his orgasm more than being affectionate, and you don't mind at all.

With a sigh, he carefully draws his hips back and the feeling of his body parting yours leaves you feeling empty. You almost feel emotional - a little unsatisfied - and you're not sure why. Had your horniness not been sated enough?! He lies on his back behind you and sighs breaths noisily until his breathing begins to settle. Even in his post-coital bliss, he seems to notice a difference in you.

“Y'alright?” He asks, husky and sleepy sounding.

“Yeah,” you say, and awkwardly shift about until you turn onto your right side to face him. It's on the tip of your tongue to ask for round two, but you know it's an unfair want. He's nearly forty-nine, and while he's fit and healthy, you know full well he isn't going to be able to fulfill that wish. Not yet, at least. You smile as he turns his head and looks at you. He's sweaty, and sated, and you love him more than ever.

He sighs and laughs, “Okay, don't hold me to it, and don't judge me…”

Frowning, you turn down the corners of your mouth. “Oh, God. What?” You can't even think what he might be about to admit.

“I kinda wanna do it again.” He giggles childishly.

You widen your eyes, genuinely shocked, but delighted if he's serious. “I'm game if you are.”

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 5 months ago

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Hello Sleepy, I hope you’re doing well! This isn’t much of an ask but more of a little gift. I am amazed by your work and the creativity behind your characters, along with the storylines! I hope I am not crossing any boundaries when I say I have drawn your OC Jade. The twist? She met my character (which I’m still working on) in a comic I made for you! I have no intentions on changing your characters storyline or taking any credit of Jade; if I crossed a line or did anything wrong I apologize IMMENSELY.

The comic takes place in London outside Jades florist shop. This is when our characters are on the civilian side and off duty. There was an accident outside of the building and after a long terrible month for Soot (my characters nickname until I finish her biography), she happens to witness the accident. She acts on instinct and adrenaline, leaping right into action to help the victim.

As she addresses the man like routine she hears a voice, it’s a woman. Particularly, it’s Jade who had heard the commotion and investigated. I’d like to think with Jades background and her kind heart she doesn’t hesitate to give a helping hand where it’s needed. Until proper Responders arrived on scene, Soot and Jade were able to help save this man’s life.

Now although the very lazy sketch of a comic I scribbled, I did draw a flat colored picture. This takes place after the accident. Soot, with the routine down to a T, takes the ambulance back to the hospital with the man. She doesn’t interfere with the medical professionals, she’s been there done that, Soot just wants to be there for the patient and for the family when they eventually arrive to the hospital. To answer any questions and possibly provide comfort.

Now PLEASE correct me if I am wrong, I took a wild chance at this— Jade also goes to the hospital, but on her own. She wanted the same thing Soot did, to be there for the family and provide any comfort/closure if possible. It’s rare that this occurrence even happened ecspecially with it right outside her Floral Shop.

As Jade waits in the waiting room patiently for what seems like two hours, she is approached out of nowhere by a familiar figure. The woman she voluntarily gave her helping hands too. As observant as Jade is, she recognizes an exhausted look on this lady’s face that was clearly built over the course of years.

“Thank you,” is gently whispered by Soot to Jade, standing quiet and tired in front of her. They don’t know each other, maybe they eventually will or maybe they won’t. But they worked together like they had known one another forever.

First Encounter:

Again, I hope I did not cross any boundaries. I have no intentions on taking, altering or changing your OC and her storyline! All credit goes to you. I also hope I drew Jade correctly, I read her favorite color is lilac so I included that— braids are so hard to draw help :,)

Anyways, Thank you for your amazing content and keep up the hard work! You are extraordinarily talented at what you do, you should be proud🫶

(sorry for any typos)

WAITTT WAIT WAIT

THIS IS SPECTACULAR, GIVE ME 14 OF THEM RIGHT NYEOW!!!

THE COMIC?? THE ART?? HELP?? Jade would totally do this! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! You got it perfectly!!

Thank you so much for taking the time to make this art!! 😭This is such an amazing gift!

#screaming rn #AAAAAAA #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty oc #original character #charlotte jade le jardin #oc: soot #comic #gifts from friends

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eve10198 · 4 months ago

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Telemachus X servant reader fanfic

chapter one lmao

On the first day of being the palace, it was wonderful and absolutely beautiful, Y/n just couldn’t help herself from exploring just a bit. I mean who could blame her? After all she was not use to being in the presence of royalty, let alone being in a palace like this. It was all exciting and new, but she had to be careful, even her parents warned her to be careful this was an very important job they couldn’t afford to lose.

One day I was scrubbing the floors just like usual, I hated scrubbing the floors with a passion I had to get on my hands and knees of course after awhile my knees or hands would get sore. And that wasn’t even all, the way the water got on my hand and made it painfully itchy and uncomfortable. Then that’s when I heard footsteps, which caught me off guard until I looked up to see Antinous, I despised him so much he has such a punchable face.

“See your scrubbing the floors once again, and you’re on ur hands and knees on the floor, just where you belong little peasant.”

He said in his usual arrogant tone, I could feel him looking down on me, and I couldn’t even do anything I wanted too do about it, so I learned to just suck it up and take it he was right, I was just some peasant servant whose job is to clean. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t be pissed off whenever Antinous said something like that to me, I just got more angry and angry with each word he said.

“Not going to say anything? you’re not even going to talk back? right choice you should stay scrubbing the floors.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I knew I was a poor peasant but I was still a person, I definitely know I deserved respect too, I clenched the sponge I was using to scrub the floors, the soapy water oozing out, slowly forming into a small puddle around my hand.

“Could you stop? i’m sick and tired of you treating me so shitty-“

He cuts me off.

“Woahh looks like the little peasant haves some bark but we all know you’re all bark and no bite~”

He looked down at me, amused like my anger was entertaining to him, which sounded about right.

“You should learn how to stay in your place”

He then tips over the tin bucket, full of soapy water,

the water got all over my clothes and I gasp in shock.

“How dare you!? what the fuck is wrong with you asshole!?”

I hisses out my fist was clenched, and I was really tempted to swing on him, but I couldn’t do that obviously i would get in a heap of trouble, but now my clothes were all wet because of him.

“Uh oh I accidentally knocked the bucket all over you”

His tone dripping with sarcasm, he was acting so unapologetically arrogant.

“You better clean that up, so you can go back to work little peasant.”

He pats my on my head before walking away, I could see my irritated expression in my own reflection, on the puddle on the floor.

chapter two coming soon!!

im sorry if there’s any typos I haven’t wrote a fanfic in forever

bye loves hope you enjoyed !! <3

#epic the musical #telemachus #telemachus x reader #fanfic #antinous epic

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marleyybluu · 1 year ago

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Glasses

Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)

A/N: bare in mind that i don’t have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if it’s not accurate I guess. Who cares we’re in make believe land rn

Sorry for typos && bad translations if any

(I know these aren’t glasses glasses but… you get it lmao)

"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"

"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.

And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells you— "No, mamita, I'm fine."

Stubborn Jack ass.

You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.

"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)

Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."

His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"

And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.

-- --

In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.

After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"

"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."

You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."

"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."

He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."

You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.

It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."

You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.

Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.

He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.

The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."

Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"

He shrugs. "Let's just go."

"No. What are you upset about?"

"I'm old."

There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play Fútbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)

He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.

"Lo sé, mi amor, pero, they still have to make it to middle school and high school, I gotta see them through college."

"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)

He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."

"En serio?" A little bit of confidence coming back to him.

"Sí, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."

He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."

You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."

-- --

Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.

You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.

"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.

"Quierida..."

"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "Sí, mi corazón. Thanks for asking."

Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"

Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.

He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your face— the lust, the adoration— your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.

It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon.

"Why the fuck would you do that!?"

Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?"

You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?"

You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more."

Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-"

"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."

You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him.

"The glasses stay on, Diaz."

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