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wolfiihoney · 5 months ago

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Fair day with papa Toji

I love daddy toji and baby gumi sm!!!

Please enjoy.💖 btw this isn’t my art, all credit goes to the owner.<333

Unedited hehe

You woke up at 9 in the morning on a beautiful Saturday with a huge smile on your face.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you rolled over to Toji's side of the bed, but he was already halfway on top of you, his enormous body draped across yours.

You couldn't help but love the way he smushed you with his weight, so you whispered in his ear "Psst, Toji? Babbyyyyy, wake up.”

"Doll... what are you doing?" Toji mumbled, still half asleep.

He was used to your morning antics and secretly loved them.

You kissed his shoulder and nestled into it, wishing you could merge with his skin. Toji felt the same way about you.

"Mmm, doll," he said, flipping onto your back so that he could hover over you, his large hand gently caressing your soft face. "I'm sure it's much earlier than the time we actually need to be up on a Saturday."

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes soft with affection.

"You always wake up so early on the weekends," he said with a small smile, continuing to stroke your cheek. "I don't know how you do it."

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You're like a little sunbeam in the morning, always so full of energy. It’s not very contagious, baby” he said “So tell me why are we up?”

You laughed at the big sleepyhead “It’s fair day! We promised Megumi we’d take him to the fair today, remember?”

Toji's sleepy smile widened as you reminded him of his promise to Megumi.

"Ah, right," he said, his eyes fully open now. "We did promise to take him to the fair, didn't we? Can't have the little troublemaker feeling disappointed."

You gave him a playful little shove on his sculpted chest, trying to maintain focus.

"Now, behave yourself," you scolded, secretly enjoying the way view he was giving, he could be quite distracting. A quick glance at his muscular form and you knew if you weren't careful, you'd never leave the bed.

“Okay toji get dressed, I’ll go wake gumi up.” You said hopping out of bed over to the lovely dresser Toji built for you. You were going through the huge dresser fiddling through the huge folded stack of underwear, underwear that Toji keeps buying. “Ugh Toji, I wish you’d stop buying me so much underwear. I can never find my comfortable ones.”

Toji chuckled from the bed, his eyes still on you as you sifted through the drawer of underwear.

"Aww, but doll, seeing you in those cute little lacy things is one of my favorite pastimes," he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your fingers still digging through the pile of undergarments.

"Yeah, I know you like them, but these are too uncomfortable," you whined, holding up a particularly fancy pair of lace panties. Toji laid back on the bed, arms behind his head and completely naked, the blanket riding precariously low on his hips.

He gave you a smirk, his eyes raking over your form.

"Aww, doll, no need to wear any underwear," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Daddy likes easy access anyway."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you hurried out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

"Toji, stop it!" you exclaimed, hands covering your flushed face.

He let out a loud laugh as you fled the room.

After composing yourself in the bathroom mirror, you emerged from the shower to find your sweet baby Megumi sitting at the table, indulging in whatever Toji had prepared for him.

"Good morning, sweetie," you greeted, giving his hair a warm ruffle.

"Hi, Mommy" Megumi replied, crumbs falling from his mouth a little as he looked up at you with a beaming smile.

You couldn't help but smile back at your mature baby. He certainly had inherited his father's laid-back demeanor, a striking contrast to your bubbly personality.

Toji patted Megumi's head affectionately as the little boy hurried to finish his breakfast.

"That's my boy," Toji said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Eat up, the fair starts in twenty minutes. We don't wanna miss out on the fun, do we?"

Megumi shook his head vigorously, a giggle escaping his lips as he shoveled the food into his mouth with increased haste.

Toji watched megumi with pride as he ate his breakfast, The family you both had built together was a testament to Toji's determination and resilience, silencing all those who once doubted him.

He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer for a quick kiss. That simple gesture from him filled your morning with even more warmth and joy, and you responded with a soft smile, basking in the affection he showered upon you.

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The fair was bustling with energy as little kids ran about, their tongues stained blue from cotton candy and joyous screams filling the air. However, the day wasn't all fun and games for everyone, as the sound of a little girl crying from dropping her ice cream cone in the background (Toji laughed at her a bit)

You had, unfortunately, taken on a roller coaster ride a little too intense for your stomach, leaving you leaning against Toji and heaving into a nearby trash can.

Toji gently rubbed your back. “Are you okay, doll?” He said with a little chuckle and with a weak smile you nodded

You managed a slightly sheepish grin, "Yeah, I think I'm good," you said, still getting over the rollercoaster-induced nausea. "It was fun though… maybe I should go again!?”

Toji chuckled at your suggestion to go again, shaking his head fondly. "Maybe rest first, huh?" he replied, knowing he wanted to tell you to sit your ass down but couldn't resist the sight of your smile.

Toji's heart warmed as he heard your attempt to brush off the aftermath of the rollercoaster ride. He knew you were always the daredevil type, yet seeing you look a little green around the edges softened his heart.

Megumi on the other hand, blissfully unaware of the situation, was having a blast, running around and enjoying the fair. Toji watched his favorite little guy have the time of his life and Seeing his son so happy made Toji a little emotional, and a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Toji's heart filled with a mixture of joy and sadness as he watched Megumi running around, thoroughly enjoying the fair. Seeing his son so carefree and happy stirred up memories of his own troubled childhood. A melancholy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his eyes glassed over.

Toji couldn't help but contrast his own youth with the beautiful scene unfolding in front of him. It was a moment of bittersweet emotion, as he cherished the sight of Megumi's happiness while carrying the weight of his difficult past, and it made him slightly teary-eyed, though he tried to conceal it. You on the other hand noticed Toji's demeanor turn slightly sad and it made you worry, not wanting to ruin anyone's fun you brushed it off but only for now.

After the fun-filled fair, you were all back home, preparing for dinner. Toji was locked in a playful, totally not serious game of “tug-of-war” with Megumi over a piece of candy the little one had won earlier. As you were in the kitchen, thoughts of Toji's sudden emotional moment at the fair danced through your mind. Knowing that expressing his feelings wasn't his strongest suit and that you weren't much better, therapy was something you both attended weekly. But now, you found yourself wondering about the emotions Toji had experienced that day.

Once dinner was over and Megumi safely tucked into bed, you stepped into the living room and found Toji sitting quietly on the couch, his gaze fixated on a stuffed animal.

Toji seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant and contemplative. He didn't notice your approach at first, his mind seemingly miles away. As you stood there studying him, a mixture of curiosity and concern filled your heart.

You sat down beside Toji, your touch on his hand gentle and soothing. "Whatcha thinking about baby?" you asked quietly.

He sighed softly, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Just... how proud I am of Megumi," he confessed.

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. "He's truly amazing," you agreed, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. "And it's all because of you," you added, acknowledging his role in Megumi's upbringing.

Toji let out a soft chuckle, his gaze fixing on you. "Nah," he replied, his smile gentle. "It's because of you."

You decided to probe further, sensing his earlier emotions. "Toji, why did you get so emotional earlier today? Is everything okay?"

Toji inhaled deeply, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to your gaze. "I've told you about my childhood and seeing Megumi reminded me of how much neglect I experienced," he shared, his voice heavy with memories. You nodded, empathy etched on your face. "I know, Toji," you said gently, holding his hand as a gesture of support.

"But you're breaking that cycle," you continued, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're providing Megumi with love and care, and though that’s something you may have not received as a child, you're giving him the childhood you deserved."

Toji's eyes softened at your words, vulnerability flashing across his face. He looked down at your intertwined hands, the weight of your understanding sinking in.

"I never want Megumi to feel the loneliness and indifference I experienced," he admitted his voice a mixture of pain and determination. "I want him to have a family, a home, and a father that would love him no matter what. I never want him to know the emptiness I felt growing up."

As Toji's confession settled in the air, the weight of his past and the love he held for his son hung heavy between you both. Feeling a need to comfort him, you delicately moved closer, your hand still holding his.

"You're doing such a wonderful job with him," you encouraged gently. "Megumi is so lucky to have you as his father. You're giving him everything you never had, and that's what makes you an incredible dad." Toji's lips curled into a bittersweet smile as he looked at you. "I just want him to have a better life than I did," he said quietly.

You moved even closer, your presence a gentle balm to his troubled heart. "And he does," you reassured him. "He has a loving family, a stable home, and a father who cares for him deeply."

Toji's gaze shifted back to yours, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better," he murmured, squeezing your hand affectionately.

The emotional intensity began to lift a bit, replaced by a warm sense of comfort. Toji's smile softened, and he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand.

He chuckled lightly then said, "You know, it's not just Megumi who's lucky. I got pretty damn lucky finding you too."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Oh, stop it," you chided playfully, gently swatting at his shoulder.

But Toji wasn't having any of it. He pulled you closer, his free arm wrapping around your waist. "I mean it," he said, his gaze intense. "Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

As the moment between you and Toji deepened, a lighthearted mood began to settle in. Toji's eyes twinkled with amusement as he tightened his arm around your waist.

"Now that Megumi's asleep," he began, his voice low and sultry, "how about you give me a little fashion show with all of those uncomfortable panties you were complaining about earlier, huh?"

“Bye Toji!” You shouted as you ran out of the living room and all you could hear was the boom of laughter coming from your crazy husband

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rivatar · 10 months ago

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His Stress Relief

MDNI!🔞 based off this request!

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam x fem!human!reader

W/c: 1.9k

Warnings/content: SMUT, Dub-con, p in v, cream pie, dom Neteyam, sub reader, dirty talk, cussing

A/n: I hope the anon who requested this enjoys, I didn’t know how you wanted it to go so I hope it’s okay and you like it!😩 And I hope the rest of you lovelies can enjoy too. Keep sending me requests & I love you all 💖

“Don’t go too far out, y/n!” Max shouted as you were already out the door.

It had been a stressful day for you in the lab. You had arrived on Pandora not even a full month ago. Everything was new to you, including a lot of the science they had here. You had just gotten your PhD not long before leaving for this mission and it was all you dreamed of was to work here, but now that you’re here, you found that the work was quite challenging and you didn’t like feeling stupid or behind everyone else.

After getting yelled at by another coworker for doing something wrong again, you decided you needed a break to calm your mind. You told Max you were going to take a walk right outside the facility, it wasn’t really a question for him but more so telling him where you’d be. He was a bit concerned for you as you were still new here but he knew he couldn’t stop you, nor had the time to babysit you.

The door slammed behind you. You spotted a slightly beaten path that led into the forest and decided to walk along it so that you could find your way back later on. You weren’t planning to go far of course but your racing thoughts occupied you so much it had you completely distracted.

Unbeknownst to you, a particular Na’vi had already spotted you and was following you quietly while staying tucked behind the various trees and plants of the forest.

Neteyam was out clearing his mind as well, he was also stressed like you, but his stress was due to his endless duties preparing to be Olo’eyktan soon. He noticed you and instantly became intrigued with you and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. It was something to take his mind off of his responsibilities for once.

You noticed a particularly amazing plant and crouched down to it, smiling gently. Next thing you knew a huge arm wrapped around your front and brought you back into them, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs in the process.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled in terror. You looked down and realized the arm was blue and your soul almost left your body.

“Hi, tawtute,” the creature bent down to speak in your ear.

“Please let me go!! I’m sorry for being out here! Please I’ll go back!” You pleaded and played nice while struggling against his steady hold.

“Nah. I think I’d rather keep you,” he spoke lowly and unbothered.

Fear rushed through your body like a flaming hot fire and consumed all your senses. You wanted to cry at your predicament but you had to keep your wits about you if you were gonna make it out alive.

“P-please! I’ll do anything just please let me go, I won’t tell a soul!” You pleaded some more.

He chuckled and was amused with you. “Anything?”

Confusion etched across your face. “What?”

“You said you’d do anything”

He sounded… suggestive. Or were you just going insane??

“…yeah?”

“I think I’ve got something in mind for your payment. And a way to relieve my stress”

To say your heart was beating out of your chest was an understatement.

“What do you want from me?” You cried.

“You’re not stupid, girl. You know what I want” he spoke sensually as he ran his other hand down the front of your body to cup your pussy. You gasped at the sudden sensation.

He pressed his hard bulge against your butt. “You understand now?”

You weakly nodded, fear still evident in your eyes but you were not wanting to upset him in any way by disagreeing.

Without anymore time to process this, he yanked your pants down and pushed your back forward, making you abruptly fall to your knees with your ass in the air.

You were flushed and felt exposed and vulnerable but before you could think about those feelings anymore, he suddenly ran his tongue up through your slit. You gasped at the pleasure.

“Mmm I love how your little human pussy tastes,” he groaned “much sweeter than the omatikaya girls”

He continued lapping up your juices like a starved man and you had no choice but to take it. It felt extremely good though, your hole clenched, wanting and needing attention too.

“Fucking slut. You act like you don’t want this too but your body says otherwise,” he said while prodding his thumb around your entrance. You tried to push yourself back to get the penetration you craved.

He laughed at your pathetic action. “Awww the little human needs some action? You should be thanking me” he spanked your ass hard.

You whimpered out loud and knew you were indeed being pathetic. But dammit, you were stressed and pent up too.

“Pleaseeee” you begged him shamelessly.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled mockingly.

You backed up more, wordlessly begging him to stop torturing you. So he granted your request and plunged an entire finger in, already brushing your cervix with his long digits.

“Mmm!! More!” You moaned for him.

He groaned at the feeling of your tight, gummy walls sucking him in perfectly.

“So warm and tight… fuck” he purred.

He then plunged another digit in, marveling at how you stretched for him. He roughly sped up, deciding he wanted to watch your pussy cum on his hand.

“Cum for me” he urged you while his other hand groped your ass.

You were whimpering and moaning on the ground, feeling the pleasure wash through your body as your incoming orgasm threatened to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing. Let it go, tawtute”

And just like that, as if his sultry tone and words were all you needed to reach your peak, you came all over his working fingers with your eyes rolling back in your head. It had to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Mmm, good job sevin” he praised your shaking form, still recovering from the after shocks.

He rolled your limp body over to where you could finally see his face. He was so handsome. Your fucked out face scanned over his toned, muscular body. Every curve and edge of him was perfectly carved by Eywa herself. His body was amazing but you couldn’t believe how stunning his face was. His bright yellow eyes held so much emotion and passion in them and you held his gaze, unable to look away.

He took this opportunity to untie his loincloth rather slowly. The skimpy item of clothing fell down to the ground and just when you thought he couldn’t get anymore visually stunning, he did. His cock was huge to you but fit his body proportions perfectly. It stood up loud and proud, the tip glistening with his shimmery precum.

“I take it you like it, huh?” He asked teasingly but also meant it.

You snapped your eyes back up to him and nodded slowly. Your brain was telling you to be scared but the rest of your body was screaming at you to indulge and enjoy.

He bent back down to your recovering body. His hands reached the bottom of your shirt and tugged up on it. To your own surprise, you submitted and lifted your arms to let him take off your shirt. You did the rest by then unclipping your bra.

He leaned back on his heels and his chest quickly rose and fell at the sight of you being completely naked. His face didn’t change though, he seemed to be trained to show no emotion, though his breath quickening and precum gathering at his tip gave away his arousal to you.

He got closer to you and leaned in for a brutal kiss. His large mouth completely engulfed yours and you tried to keep up with him.

He pulled back to look into your eyes and said, “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be coming back and begging for more after this”

He left you no time to object this and continued the kiss. Although at this point you were sure you wouldn’t argue with him. Your body was aching for attention and relief.

He effortlessly picked you up and set your back against the grass. “Spread open for me,” he tapped your thigh.

You did as you were told and gave him complete access. He couldn’t wait to feel your tight, wet pussy around him.

He held his dick and coated it in your juices, before angling to start pushing in.

“You are soaked, little human” he said admiringly.

You were also amazed at how aroused you were, you had to admit it had been a while but also none of your previous experiences have been this erotic. Nonetheless you blushed at him stating the obvious about your neediness.

He sunk deeper and deeper, you were both making little noises of discomfort and pleasure at the tight stretch.

“Never had a Na’vi cock huh? You’re in for a treat” he smiled a bit menacingly.

You chuckled nervously, still focusing on breathing and getting through the extreme stretch.

He bottomed out and you moaned as he brushed your cervix. “Is that the spot?”

“Mhmm” you whined.

“I know, I know. Hold on tight, my little tawtute slut”

He removed himself all the way out and slammed back in, his huge balls slapping your skin.

“Fuck” he grunted.

He continued his assault on your cunt, ruthlessly pounding into you like a feral animal, giving you no time to adjust fully.

His mouth was open and relaxed in an ‘o’ as he watched your pretty face screw up in pleasure, both of you taking in the feeling.

You held onto his bulky arms that were settled on either side of you as he hovered over you.

You eyes started welling up with tears from the overwhelming sensation. You were being stuffed to your fullest capacity.

He then bent down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, while his other hand pulled your other one. You screamed and arched your back off the ground.

“I can’t! It’s too much!!” You squealed and he only let up so he could speak to you.

“Thought you were begging for more earlier? You’ve gotta take it now, cmon just take it like the good slut I know you are”

He then started rubbing your clit, edging you on more. “You gonna cum again? Well I’m gonna cum deep in your pussy, I got a lot and it’ll be leaking out of you for days”

He sped up his thrusts. “Maybe when it leaks out of you, it can remind you of me and you can use it to touch yourself”

His lewd words made your coil snap yet again, and your pussy convulsed around his length.

“Good lil cockslut. Take my cum now” he grunted as his thrusts got irregular and his body locked up. His cum shot deep into you and you felt it get crowded in there with his dick still inside too.

He was panting and sweating above you, his eyes half lidded and looking delirious and spent.

You both suddenly heard a distant cry, like a Na’vi calling out as communication.

His ears went up and he pulled out quickly, both of you hissing at the loss. He scrambled to tie his loincloth back on. He leaned down to your face after you sat up.

“Next time you need some na’vi cock again, come to this spot and I will answer your calling” he winked and ran off with his bow in hand, leaving you naked and vulnerable. But… also satisfied.

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lila-lou · 3 months ago

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✨Taking her in - Pt. 3✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language

Word Count: 5005

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Dean had come to the bar to blow off some steam, but the situation was becoming unbearable. The tension between you was too thick, every glance, every brush of your arm against his, setting off a chain reaction of emotions he wasn’t prepared to deal with. He needed to get away, needed to find some sort of release before he completely lost control.

As he scanned the bar, his eyes landed on a blonde at the bar. She was staring at him, her gaze lingering with interest. It was an easy out, a distraction he could lose himself in, something to take the edge off the turmoil he was feeling. Dean cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on the present rather than the chaos inside him.

“I’m off for tonight”, Dean mumbled, not really addressing anyone in particular but loud enough for Sam and you to hear. He nodded subtly towards the blonde, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he handed Sam the keys to the Impala.

Sam raised an eyebrow, catching the drift immediately. “Alright, man”, he said, a hint of concern in his voice. “Just take it easy, yeah?”.

Dean barely heard him, his attention already shifting toward the blonde at the bar. He needed this—needed something to anchor himself, to keep his mind off you and the way you were driving him crazy without even trying.

You knew exactly what Dean was up to the moment he handed Sam the keys and nodded toward the blonde. It was like a familiar script that played out far too often over the years—Dean seeking out distractions, trying to bury whatever was eating at him in the arms of someone who could offer temporary relief. And every time, it felt like a punch to the gut, a painful reminder that no matter how close you were to him, there was a part of Dean that he kept walled off, unreachable.

As you watched him head toward the blonde, your heart sank, a familiar ache settling in your chest. You bit your tongue, forcing yourself to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to spill over. This wasn’t new; you’d seen it before, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You’d become good at masking the hurt, at pretending it didn’t bother you, but tonight, it was harder than usual.

Dean didn’t waste any time. It took less than three minutes for him to strike up a conversation with the blonde. From where you sat, you could see them clearly—Dean leaning in slightly, his posture relaxed, the faint smirk still playing on his lips as he spoke. The blonde responded with a light laugh, her hand reaching out to brush his bicep in a way that made your stomach churn. She was grinning up at him, clearly enjoying the attention, and Dean, ever the charmer, played right into it.

You tried to focus on something else, anything else, but your eyes kept drifting back to them, drawn like a moth to a flame. The more you watched, the more the knot in your chest tightened, the hurt you were trying to bury rising up and threatening to choke you. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was the painful realization that no matter how much you cared about Dean, he would always keep you at arm’s length when it came to his deeper feelings.

Sam noticed the change in your demeanor. He was more perceptive than most gave him credit for, and he’d seen this look on your face before—whenever Dean decided to drown his emotions in a meaningless hookup. He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he also hated seeing you like this.

“You okay?”, Sam asked quietly, his voice gentle, his concern evident.

You forced a smile, but it felt thin and brittle. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess”.

Sam didn’t push, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t entirely convinced. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can head back to the bunker”.

Just when you were about to answer Sam, a guy appeared at your table, cutting into the conversation with a polite smile. He was tall, with a scruffy kind of charm, and his confidence was apparent in the easy way he carried himself. His eyes flicked between you and Sam, clearly sizing up the situation. Given the visible age gap between you and Sam, he must have assumed Sam was your brother, or maybe even your dad.

“Hey”, the guy said, his voice friendly but not pushy. “Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help noticing you from across the room”. His gaze settled on you, and he flashed an easygoing grin. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to dance?”.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond, your mind still tangled up in thoughts of Dean and the blonde at the bar. You glanced at Sam, who raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem overly concerned. If anything, there was a hint of encouragement in his eyes, as if he was silently telling you it might be a good idea to accept the offer.

Sam gave a slight nod, as if to say, It’s okay. You don’t have to stick around for my sake. He wasn’t pushing you, but he wasn’t stopping you either. It was your choice.

The guy, picking up on your hesitation, quickly added, “No pressure or anything. I just thought it might be fun. If not, no worries”.

You looked back at the guy, his expression genuinely open and kind, and something in you decided that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let yourself have a little fun, to try and forget about Dean for a while. Maybe, just for tonight, you could focus on something other than the ache in your chest.

“Sure”, you said, offering him a small smile. “I’d like that”.

His grin widened, and he extended a hand to you. “Great. I’m Jake, by the way”.

“(Y/N)”, you replied, taking his hand and letting him help you up from your seat.

As Jake led you toward the dance floor, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at Dean. He was still engrossed in his conversation with the blonde, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. The sight made your chest tighten again, but you forced yourself to look away, focusing instead on the present moment.

Jake guided you into the rhythm of the song. He was a good dancer, confident without being overbearing, and he made it easy for you to relax and follow his lead. For a few moments, you managed to push away the thoughts of Dean, letting yourself get lost in the music and the carefree atmosphere.

Jake was easy to talk to, his conversation light and amusing, and you found yourself laughing more than you expected. He didn’t push for anything more, just kept the mood fun and relaxed, which was exactly what you needed. The dance floor was crowded, and as you moved together, it felt nice to be the center of someone’s attention for once, without the weight of complicated feelings hanging over you.

An hour had passed, and you had managed to push Dean out of your mind—at least for tonight. Jake was good company, his easygoing nature making it easier to forget about the knot of emotions that usually tied you up inside whenever you thought about Dean. You laughed, danced, and even flirted a little, allowing yourself to enjoy the night without the usual weight on your shoulders.

Sam had also found some company, chatting with a woman back at your table. It seemed like everyone was finding a way to unwind, to escape the constant tension that followed you all like a shadow. For the first time in a while, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could have a night where you weren’t weighed down by the complications of your feelings for Dean.

Meanwhile, Dean was far from your thoughts—at least physically. The blonde from the bar had been more than willing to follow him to a more secluded spot, and they had ended up in one of the bar’s dingy bathroom stalls. It wasn’t the first time Dean had sought out a distraction like this, but tonight, it felt more desperate, more like he was trying to outrun something that was catching up with him.

The blonde was on her knees in front of him, her hands working at his belt as Dean leaned back against the stall door, his eyes half-closed. He was trying to lose himself in the moment, to let the sensations drown out the thoughts that had been plaguing him all week. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the here and now, his mind kept drifting back to you.

Even with someone else’s hands on him, it was your face that flashed in his mind.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out the noise of the bar, the feel of the cold, cramped bathroom stall. He wanted to lose himself in the moment, to escape the thoughts that had been gnawing at him for days, but the more he tried, the harder it became. The blonde was doing everything right, but all he could see, all he could think about, was you.

It was your face that flashed in his mind, your smile, your eyes—the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. And even though he knew it was wrong, knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, he couldn’t help it. His mind kept going back to you, to the thought of what it would feel like if it was your hands on him instead.

He felt a surge of guilt wash over him, but it wasn’t enough to stop the reaction that coursed through his body. The blonde had managed to open his belt and zipper, her hands working quickly, but it wasn’t her touch that was making him hard—it was the image of you in his mind, the thought of you being the one on your knees in front of him.

Dean gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the fantasy, trying to pretend that it was your hands, your mouth. He knew it wasn’t fair to the blonde, knew it wasn’t fair to you, but in that moment, he couldn’t stop himself. He needed this, needed the release, needed to imagine just for a second that he could have you in a way that he’d never allowed himself to consider before.

Dean’s mind clung to the image of you, the fantasy overtaking reality as he allowed himself to sink into the moment. The guilt was still there, nagging at the edges of his thoughts, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire coursing through him. The fantasy was so vivid, so consuming, that it pushed aside everything else.

And it worked.

His body responded instantly, the tension that had been building inside him releasing in waves as he imagined it was you in front of him, not some nameless blonde. He could almost feel your breath on his skin, your hands on him, your eyes looking up at him with that mix of trust and something deeper that you always had when you looked at him.

The release was both a relief and a torment, because even in the throes of it, he knew it wasn’t real. He knew that when it was over, he’d still be standing in a dingy bathroom stall with a woman who wasn’t you, and the feelings he’d been trying to suppress would come crashing back down on him with twice the force.

But for those few moments, he let himself believe it was you. He let himself feel what it would be like to finally give in to the desire that had been gnawing at him for so long, to finally admit to himself that what he felt for you was more than just brotherly concern. It was something deeper, something that terrified him because he knew it could change everything.

Dean’s mind was still swimming with the vivid fantasy of you as he moved mechanically, slipping his hand inside his jacket pocket to retrieve a condom. The sensation of the wrapper against his fingers brought him back to the present, grounding him just enough to focus on the task at hand. He tore the wrapper open.

Dean pulled the blonde to her feet, his hands firm yet detached as he guided her to turn around, pressing her palms flat against the cold wood of the stall door. She complied eagerly, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as he lifted her skirt, revealing more of her to him. But even as he moved through the motions, his mind was still caught in that inescapable loop, caught between the reality in front of him and the fantasy he’d allowed himself to indulge in.

As he positioned himself behind her, his body responded automatically, driven by the release he craved. But every touch, every movement, felt like a betrayal of something deeper, something he was struggling to understand. The condom in his hand felt almost foreign, like it belonged to someone else in a different moment. He knew what he was doing—knew what this would accomplish—but the act itself felt hollow, like he was going through the motions without truly being present.

Dean took a deep breath, forcing himself to flip that internal switch, the one he’d used countless times before to detach from his emotions and just get through the moment. It wasn’t easy—not this time—but he knew he had to do it. He couldn’t afford to let his thoughts linger on you, not when he was in the middle of something like this. He needed to compartmentalize, to push aside the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm him and focus on the task at hand.

With a mechanical efficiency, he rolled on the condom, his movements precise but devoid of the usual eagerness he would have felt in a situation like this. The blonde didn’t seem to notice his hesitation, her breaths coming in soft pants as she braced herself against the stall door, completely unaware of the war raging inside him.

Dean positioned himself behind her, trying to focus on the physical sensations, trying to let the heat of the moment take over. But even as he moved, even as he tried to lose himself in the act, there was a part of him that remained distant, disconnected. The release he sought felt elusive, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp.

He gripped her hips, guiding her back toward him, and with a sharp inhale, he pushed into her. The sensation was familiar, yet hollow. His body reacted out of habit, thrusting with a rhythm that should have ignited a fire, but all he felt was a dull ache in his chest.

Dean tried to focus on the physicality of it, on the heat and friction, on the sound of her breathing and the way she moaned softly, but it was no use. His mind kept drifting back to you, to the thought of what it would be like if it were you in front of him, if it were your body he was holding, your voice he was hearing.

It took everything he had to keep those thoughts at bay, to focus on the here and now, but they kept creeping back in, filling him with a sense of longing that he couldn’t shake.

As Dean struggled to maintain his focus, the blonde’s voice broke through his thoughts, her moans growing louder as she complimented him. “You’re so big”, she breathed out, the words meant to excite and encourage. For a brief moment, Dean tried to latch onto the words, to let them fuel the physical interaction and distract from the emotional turmoil inside him.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the present, on the physical sensations he was experiencing. Her words, though initially hollow, finally broke through his mental fog. As she moaned about how big he was, something inside him snapped, and he decided to lean into the moment, to use the intensity of it to drown out the thoughts of you that kept intruding.

“Yeah?”, he growled, his voice rough and edged with something dark and desperate. He accompanied the word with a hard, deep thrust that sent her flush against the door of the stall, her palms pressing flat against the wood as she let out a sharp gasp.

The reaction spurred him on, and for a few moments, he allowed himself to get lost in the physicality of it. He gripped her hips tighter, his movements becoming more forceful, more determined to chase the release he needed. The sound of her moans, the way her body responded to his, all served to drive him forward, to help him forget—even if just for a little while—everything else that was weighing on him.

Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, each movement aimed at pushing both of them closer to that inevitable release. For those brief moments, Dean was able to shut out the noise in his head, to focus only on the raw, primal sensations that came with it.

She responded to every movement, her moans growing louder as the pace quickened, her body moving in sync with his as she chased her own pleasure. The tension between them built rapidly, the intensity of their connection amplified by the urgency with which they were both seeking something—anything—that could provide an escape.

Dean felt himself nearing the edge, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he pushed harder, faster, determined to find that release that would offer at least a temporary reprieve from the chaos inside him. The pressure built within him, coiling tighter with each passing second, until finally, it snapped.

As his climax hit him, he gripped her hips tightly as he rode out the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut as he let the release wash over him, his mind blissfully blank for just a few seconds.

But as the pleasure ebbed away, the reality of the situation came crashing back down on him. The emptiness returned, more profound than before, and the guilt that had been gnawing at him from the start surged back with a vengeance. What should have been a moment of satisfaction felt hollow, meaningless, and all he could think about was how wrong it all felt.

He pulled away from her, his movements suddenly awkward and hesitant. He quickly disposed of the condom, his hands shaking slightly as he did so. The blonde, still catching her breath, turned to him with a satisfied smile, completely unaware of the turmoil that was tearing him apart inside.

Dean forced a tight-lipped smile, his mind already elsewhere as he mumbled something about needing to get back to his friends. The words felt empty, but she didn’t seem to mind. She simply nodded, fixing her clothes and giving him a casual wave before stepping out of the stall.

As the blonde stepped out of the stall, she almost collided with you. A casual chuckle escaped her lips as she steadied herself, her eyes glancing over you with mild amusement. “Careful, kid”, she muttered with a smirk, brushing past you as she made her way out of the bathroom.

You barely registered her words, your mind already processing what you were seeing. Your heart pounded in your chest as your gaze shifted from her retreating figure to the stall she had just exited. The door wasn’t closed and you caught sight of Dean.

Time seemed to slow as the two of you locked eyes.

Dean cleared his throat, the sound rough and strained as he stepped out of the stall. He was visibly uncomfortable, his eyes avoiding yours as he quickly adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The air between you was thick with unspoken tension, and every second that passed felt like an eternity.

He finally managed to look at you, but the usual confidence in his gaze was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a flicker of something that looked almost like shame, though he quickly masked it with a forced nonchalance. “Uh, hey”, he mumbled, his voice awkward and uneven. “I, uh… I’ll drive home with you and Sam”.

He paused, as if searching for something else to say, some way to smooth over the obvious discomfort of the situation. But nothing came. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating, and Dean shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on you.

“It, uh… it went quicker than I thought”, he added, the words tumbling out in a weak attempt to explain away what had just happened. An awkward chuckle escaped his lips, but it died almost as soon as it began, hanging in the air like a bad joke that no one wanted to acknowledge.

You swallowed hard, pushing down the swirl of emotions that had risen in your chest.

Nodding stiffly, you cleared your throat, mirroring his awkwardness. “Yeah, I’ll just… I’m just gonna pee real quick. Sam’s already ready to go”, you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.

Dean nodded in return, relief flickering briefly across his face. “Okay”, he said, his voice still strained. “I’ll, uh, meet you guys out there”.

You slipped into the stall next to him, the silence heavy around you as you tried to collect yourself. The encounter had shaken you more than you wanted to admit, but you knew you couldn’t let it show. You had to keep it together, at least until you were out of the bar.

After finishing up, you washed your hands and took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. You forced a deep breath, pushing down the hurt and confusion that threatened to overwhelm you. This wasn’t the time or place to fall apart, not when Dean was just outside.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Dean walking back towards Sam, who was still engaged in conversation with Jake at your table. Sam seemed relaxed, laughing at something Jake had said, completely oblivious to the tension you and Dean were dealing with.

You approached the table, a small, forced smile on your face as you moved to say goodbye to Jake. “Thanks for the dance”, you said, your voice softer than before. Without thinking, you leaned in to give him a quick hug, hoping the simple gesture would help ground you after everything that had happened.

Jake smiled, returning the hug with a warm, friendly squeeze. “No problem”. he replied, pulling back slightly to look at you. “It was fun hanging out with you tonight”.

Just as you were about to step back, Jake hesitated, a curious expression crossing his face. “Hey, before you go… could I maybe get your number? I’d like to see you again”.

The request caught you off guard. Your mind, still reeling from the bathroom encounter, struggled to process the shift in conversation.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up slightly, and he glanced between you and Jake with a look that was a mix of doubt and surprise. He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his posture was palpable. His eyes settled on you, as if waiting to see how you would respond.

You hesitated, the weight of Dean’s gaze making it hard to think clearly. Part of you wanted to give Jake your number, to allow yourself the possibility of moving forward, of exploring something new and uncomplicated. But another part of you—the part still tangled up in your feelings for Dean—held you back.

After a brief pause, you offered Jake a small smile. “Sure”, you said, pulling out your phone. You quickly exchanged numbers, the whole interaction feeling somewhat surreal given everything else that had happened tonight.

Jake’s smile widened as he took your number, clearly pleased. “Great. I’ll give you a call sometime”.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you replied, your voice steady even as your mind buzzed with conflicting emotions.

With that, you turned back to Sam and Dean, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on you. The three of you made your way out of the bar.

The walk to the Impala felt heavy with unspoken tension. Sam was still talking, something about the last hunt, but his words were background noise compared to the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in your mind. You could feel Dean’s presence behind you, the weight of his gaze like a physical force even though you hadn’t exchanged a single word since leaving the bar.

When you reached the car, you slid into the back seat without thinking, leaving Sam to take the front passenger side. Dean got behind the wheel, his movements stiff, and started the engine. The familiar rumble of the Impala filled the air, a comforting sound that usually brought you some sense of peace. But tonight, it did little to ease the tightness in your chest.

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the silence between the three of you grew more pronounced. Sam eventually trailed off mid-sentence, realizing that neither you nor Dean were engaging. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio.

Eventually Dean’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, catching your reflection as you stared out the window, lost in thought. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone casual even though the question was burning inside him. “So, who was that guy? Jake, right?”, he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

You turned your gaze from the window to the back of Dean’s head, surprised by the question. His tone was nonchalant, but there was an underlying tension that you couldn’t quite place. “Just a guy I danced with”, you replied, trying to match his casual tone. “We exchanged numbers. No big deal”.

Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened imperceptibly, though you didn’t notice. “Hmm”, was all he said, but his mind was racing. He couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that bubbled up inside him, a bitter taste in his mouth at the thought of you with someone else. He knew he had no right to feel that way, but it didn’t stop the emotions from churning in his gut.

Sam, sensing the tension but not fully understanding its source, glanced between the two of you. “Jake seemed like a decent guy”, he offered, trying to ease the awkwardness. “He was pretty chill”.

“Yeah”, you replied, your voice distant. “He was nice”.

Dean’s eyes flicked back to the rearview mirror, watching you intently. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him since Jake asked for your number. It wasn’t just the jealousy—though that was certainly a part of it—it was the realization that he might be losing you to someone else, someone who wasn’t tangled up in all the mess that he was. Someone who could offer you the normalcy that he never could. Someone your age.

“Are you planning on seeing him again?”, Dean asked.

You hesitated, sensing the shift in his tone. “I don’t know. Maybe”, you answered honestly, still unsure yourself. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and you hadn’t really had time to process any of it, let alone make decisions about Jake.

Dean didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as he focused on the road ahead. The rest of the drive back to the bunker was steeped in silence, the air thick with unresolved tension. You could feel Dean’s eyes on you every now and then through the mirror, but you avoided meeting his gaze, unsure of what you’d find there.

When you finally pulled into the bunker’s garage, the tension in the car was almost unbearable. Sam was the first to speak, breaking the silence with a yawn. “I’m beat. I think I’m gonna crash”, he said, clearly unaware of the storm brewing between you and Dean.

You nodded, barely hearing Sam’s words as you unbuckled your seatbelt and slid out of the car. Dean lingered for a moment, watching you closely as you headed towards the bunker’s entrance. He could feel the distance growing between you, and it terrified him.

As you reached the door, you paused, finally turning to look at Dean. There was something in your eyes—hurt, confusion, maybe even anger—that made his chest tighten. He wanted to say something, to bridge the gap that had formed between you, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Goodnight, Dean”, you said softly, your voice carrying a weight of finality that made his stomach drop.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)”, he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned and walked into the bunker, leaving Dean standing in the garage, his mind racing with everything he should have said, everything he wished he could take back. As the door closed behind you, he was left alone with his thoughts, the reality of the situation sinking in.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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shmaptainwrites · 11 months ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — James has a huge crush on his labmate, the only question is how long will it take him to ask her out? (Answer: it's longer than you think)

WARNINGS — cancer mentions, patient death from cancer, drugs, alcohol (don't be mistaken this fic is tooth-rotting fluff)

NOTE — Okay this fic has come up from my compulsory need to elaborate on anything Canadian so if you ever wanted to see James at McGill, this fic is most definitely for you! Also I guess it's indirectly mentioned that reader was raised in Quebec, but obviously doesn't have to be "Quebecois" for this to work

Pronounciation — Jian = Chyehn

James chewed on the inside of his cheek as he walked up to the Stewart Biological Sciences Building on McGill campus. For some reason, it was so much more intimidating now that he was actually a student. During the tour he had his mother’s reassuring hand on his back, his father’s words of comfort that he would most definitely be accepted when he applied.

Now that he had made it, he had to prove he belonged, but it could have been worse. His friends at Harvard and the University of Toronto had told him so. He was getting the best of both worlds, a prestigious school and, hopefully, not as much pressure as the rest of them.

Without loitering any longer, he made his way inside and looked around to find the right lecture hall. It couldn’t possibly be that hard, could it?

After his first semester James had realized he’d made a few mistakes. One was living in a French speaking part of town without knowing a lick of the language, but that one was the easiest to deal with. The others were more in the realm of the amount of sleep he was getting and underestimating how much content the professors could shove down their throats in 14 weeks.

He was more than happy to return to New Jersey for the holiday break to rest and recuperate before going back to the winter wonderland hell that was Montreal, but this time he was confident he would be more prepared.

And for the most part, he was. He got enough sleep, partied responsibly (except Fridays, he partied hard then), always submitted his work on time and maintained his good GPA, making up for his poor fall semester. What he didn’t expect, however, was a distraction.

When you walked into the room James watched you curiously, he thought maybe he’d seen you somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it. Besides, you were much more interesting than watching his sample boil for another five minutes.

You came and took a seat next to him, taking out your safety goggles and lab notebook from your bag before shoving it under the table.

“You’re sample’s boiling over,” you said, but James didn’t register you were talking to him at first, still looking at you in a slightly dazed manner before you physically pointed to the beaker, making his eyes go wide as he frantically turned down the heat and removed it.

“It’s a wonder you passed the lab safely quiz,” you teased and James blushed.

“Good thing I don’t want to be a chemist.”

“Oh, and what do you want to be then?” you asked, preparing your own sample for boiling.

“A doctor,” he shared with a little more confidence.

“Any specialty in mind or just a doctor,” you said, doing air quotes over the word.

“I’ve been shadowing some of the researchers in the Life Sciences Research Complex and I think oncology might be a good fit for me.”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t have to boil cancer cells you should be fine,” you assured him.

“What about you?” he rolled on the balls of his feet as he continued his experiment. “Or are you all talk?”

“Pfft, you think I’d be here if I was all talk?” you asked. “No, I want to be a medical researcher.”

“Maybe you should do some shadowing in the LSRC then.”

“No thanks, I think I’ll stick to my job there.”

“Your job?” James looked at your wish surprise. “Aren’t you like 18?”

“Almost,” you smiled.

“How did you manage to get a job there? They barely let undergraduates in the labs, let alone be responsible for anything.”

“It’s nothing fancy,” you assured him. “I just do cataloguing for now, but it's a good experience.”

“Still,” he raised his brows, “you must be like a prodigy or something.”

“Again, no,” you shook your head. “Just someone who goes after what she wants.”

There was a comfortable pause where you both took down your distillation set ups and began working on the filtration portion of the experiment.

“So what’s your name, anyways?” you asked, looking over at him. “Hey, look, clamp it this way,” you demonstrated and he followed your lead, seeing how much more stable the glassware was afterwards.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “I’m James.”

You told him your name and continued your work again in silence.

Chemistry labs quickly became the favourite part of James’ week.

Ever since that lab, James began to see you in all his classes. On more than a few occasions, he’d had to steal notes from his friends on account of forgetting to pay attention. It became an easy thing to tease him about, so his friends began calling him heart-eyes, because who was he kidding, he had a crush.

“Get your head out of your ass, heart-eyes, I am not giving you my notes again,” his friend, Carlo, shoved his arm and whispered harshly as he could see him getting distracted.

“Sorry,” James shook his head and began scribbling down what he had missed, his eyes darting back and forth from the board and back to you.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Pierre asked him after class. “Don’t you talk all the time in the lab?”

“More like I stare at her and she says stuff to make it not awkward,” he cringed at his own actions. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Every time I’m with her I can’t string together a sentence, and– Jesus Christ you should have seen my face last week! Full on red, like I can’t even be subtle about it!”

“Yikes,” Jian grimaced.

“It’s bad, I know,” James assured.

“And this is why we call you heart-eyes,” Carlo patted James on the back.

“Yeah, say it a little louder, maybe she’ll hear you,” James said sarcastically.

“Who’ll hear you?” the group of boys heard a voice behind them and all their eyes went wide as they spun around and saw you.

“No one!” Jian was quick to answer in the least nonchalant way possible, making the rest of the group, especially James, stare daggers at him.

“It’s not no one,” Carlo attempted to save face. “Just… this girl back in uh New Jersey that James’ got the hots for,” he gained confidence with every word of the sentence before adorning a smug smile on his face and patting James yet again on the back.

“You’re afraid a girl in New Jersey will hear you?” you looked curiously at James but he just stared blankly at you. “So you call him heart-eyes?” you instead turned your attention to his friends and they nodded. “That’s cute, maybe I’ll call you that too.”

“Sure,” was all a red faced James could get out before you excused yourself to head over to work.

Pierre was trying very hard to keep a straight face while you walked away and James slapped both Carlo and Jian upside the head.

“What the hell was that! Could you not have been more obvious, Jian? And Carlo, a girl back in New Jersey? Now she thinks I’m pining for someone else!”

“On the plus side, maybe she’ll think all your blushing around her is a circulation issue,” Pierre shrugged.

“You guys are the worst,” James shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, continuing to walk along the path to one of the libraries.

“No, we just saved your ass,” Carlo caught up with him. “However terribly, but if we didn’t say anything you would have stared at her with your mouth open like a trout.”

“Carlo does have a point,” Jian agreed, “At least we bought you a little time to get your act together.”

James sighed, “You guys have too much faith in me.”

“You said that when I started to teach you French and you’ve come a long way with that,” Pierre said.

“Yeah, sure I went from saying nothing to being able to say Je m'appelle James et je ne parle pas français.”

“And what a handy sentence that is when you don’t speak French!” Pierre grinned and James couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.

“Okay, I’ll try and get my act together and ask her out…and learn more French.”

“That’s the spirit!” Carlo patted his back. “Now let’s go get a drink and relax.”

“Maybe after we study for our physics midterm?” James nudged his friend and Jian nodded his head in agreement.

“Fine, I guess if we have to,” Carlo sighed.

“Not everyone is naturally good at kinematics, Carlo. Take pity on us mere mortals who have to study,” Pierre responded, eliciting a chuckle from his buddies.

James was quiet as he thought to himself. If he could get a B on this physics test, maybe there was hope for him getting his act together after all.

—

Summer break rolled around faster than James had expected. While Jian went back to Richmond, Pierre over to Quebec City, and Carlo to Chicago, James was left alone in Montreal, working to help pay his tuition for the next year. Being an international student was no joke.

He would have gone back to New Jersey, but the positions he applied to in Montreal paid more so it wasn’t a hard decision to make.

His parents would come visit him for some time in July, but for the most part he was alone.

On late nights, he’d make his way to the McDonald’s in the neighbourhood, not knowing enough French to go anywhere else nearby. At least there, most of them spoke enough English to take his order, and if not it was really easy to point to the menu.

“It’s already done?” he asked.

“Give us some credit, hein. We knew you were coming, we had it ready.”

James chuckled and handed him the money for the order, exchanging it for the bag which he took to a table and sat down.

As he was pulling out his fries from his bag he heard the chime of the door and looked up curiously to see who was coming at this time of night.

He stopped what he was doing when he recognized you, watching as you dug through your purse and spoke to the cashier in French. You both laughed about something James couldn’t quite catch and a little while later, after you had paid they handed you a bag and an ice cream cone when James heard you say something about ‘deux cuillères’ taking the utensils they gave you and turing straight towards James’ table, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down.

“I thought you lived in New Jersey,” you said.

James was still stunned that you had noticed him and couldn’t find the words to speak.

“Hey, heart-eyes?” you waved your hand in front of his face. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” he nodded, distracting himself by pulling out his burger from his bag.

“So why aren’t you in Jersey?” you asked.

“Work. I got a job here, it paid better.”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully while eating some of your fries. “And all your friends?”

“Back with their families, unfortunately for me,” he nodded. “W-What about you?”

“Oh, I live here,” you shrugged. “In this neighbourhood actually.”

“You live here?” he asked.

“That’s what I said,” you nodded.

“And so that’s how you know French?”

“Every kid in Quebec learns French, it’s kind of a non-negotiable,” you shared. “I gather that’s why you’re eating here.”

“Yeah, Pierre didn’t manage to teach me enough before he left,” he sighed and started to eat his meal.

“I could teach you if you want. I’m taking a little break this summer so I have some spare time,” you offered.

“Oh, I don’t want to-,”

“James, you’re gonna have a shitty summer if you don’t say yes.”

He couldn’t argue with that, it would be nice to communicate more with the people who lived around him.

“Okay, sure, but I’m warning you, I’m a terrible student.”

“I used to tutor one of my siblings, trust me it can’t be worse than that,” you laughed.

You chatted a little more, finishing your meals but not before you handed James a spoon.

“So this is cuillère then?” he asked. “I-I overheard you talking to Jean.”

“Yeah, your pronunciation isn’t bad either,” you nodded. “Here.”

You pushed the ice cream cone between you and began to eat it with the spoon. James had a bit of a sweet tooth and wouldn’t be one to refuse dessert so he began to share the ice cream cone with you.

“So, are you missing your girl in New Jersey?” you asked and James cursed internally, trying to come up with a lie to tell you.

“Um, no not really,” he shook his head. “I don’t think we would have worked out anyways.”

“Oh, so are your friends still calling you heart-eyes?”

He nodded his head, thinking it was better not to say anything in case he gave himself away.

“It’s good that you recognized you wouldn’t work out before you asked her out,” you said, “Couple guys wanted to go on dates with me this year, but just didn’t seem like the right fit. Plus, I don’t really think I’m looking for anything like that right now.”

James nodded his head again, silently eating the ice cream.

“Ever been in love, James?” you asked.

“That’s a really loaded question to ask someone you cornered in a McDonald’s at 11 P.M.”

You ignored his response and continued,

“I haven’t, it seems like such a big thing, how would you even know if it was love?”

James looked up at the ceiling, silently asking God to not let him say something stupid,

“I think most of the time it comes on gradually, maybe you won’t even know it at first.”

“So you have been in love,” you confirmed and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe I have.”

“That’s not a very straightforward answer.”

“Then maybe I haven’t. I feel like if it was love, you’d figure it out, eventually.”

You pursed your lips and nodded your head.

“I hope I get to fall in love,” you smiled softly to yourself. “Seems nice.”

“Yeah,” James agreed. “It does.”

—

A few years later…

“So how did it go?” Jian asked, as they sat around James’ small living room.

“It…could have been better,” James sucked in some air through his teeth, recalling a recent memory from earlier that afternoon.

“What the fuck James! You scared the shit out of me! I could have broken the hemocytometer, do you know how much that shit costs?!”

“Sorry!” James quickly apologized and dropped his books down on the nearest surface to help you clean up, making you look up again at him with disdain.

“In the BSC? Really? Now we have to resterilize and all the specimens I have in there are as good as compromised.”

“Shit,” James muttered under his breath, he was usually so much better in the lab, but the second he was with you he became a bumbling mess. “I-I’ll take care of the BSC, I’m so sorry.”

You sighed and removed your gloves, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s not just boiling water we’re dealing with anymore, James,” you said a little more calmly than before. “You’ve gotta be more careful, okay? I’m not losing my job over this.”

James nodded his head and went to grab the things to sterilize the biological safety cabinet and grab the new specimen from the fridge. So much for trying to get a job at LSRC to impress you.

“I was not built to be a researcher,” James shook his head.

“I mean, it’s not that big of a screw up, you fixed it eventually, didn’t you?” Pierre asked.

“Yeah, but not until after a thorough amount of embarrassment.”

“I thought girls found clumsy guys endearing,” Carlo commented.

“Not when the girl is determined to become the leading medical researcher on the continent,” James sighed. “Maybe taking this job was a bad idea. From what I can see she hasn’t even changed her opinion on dating, she hasn’t been with anyone these past three years.”

“Do you hear that?” Carlo removed his feet from the coffee table and placed them on the ground. “You’ve been in love with her for three years and haven’t done anything about it.”

“Who said I was in love with her? And sure, maybe I haven’t made a move, but I learnt French!” James tried to defend himself, pointing to Pierre.

“That’s not as good of a comeback as you think it is,” Pierre shook his head.

“I know,” James hung his head low and sat on the couch between Pierre and Jian. “We’re gonna graduate in a year and she’s not gonna know I’m in love with her.”

“So you are in love with her?” Jian looked over at his friend sympathetically.

James leaned back and used the heels of his palms to cover his eyes.

“He’s gonna have a meltdown, don’t ask him that,” Pierre shook his head.

“God, I do love her!” he exclaimed like he was just finding it out for the first time himself.

“What did I say,” Pierre sighed.

“Can I make it stop?” James looked over at his friends who all shrugged. “I am so screwed.”

“This time, I think we agree with you,” Carlo took a sip of his drink. “Good luck, man.”

James squeezed his eyes shut, he would definitely need it.

—

The year passed to graduation and James was still sitting on his feelings. It was much too late now to say anything. You’d already been accepted to a graduate program through your work with the LSRC and James had passed his MCAT with flying colours and was on his way to medical school at Columbia.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was going to miss Montreal, the city had grown on him during his time there and a part of him wished he could stay.

His friends were also ready for the next stages in their studies, all going to different places across the continent to get their other degrees, with, of course, the promise to stay in touch.

James didn’t know what the next little bit of his life had in store for him, but he hoped regardless of where he ended up, maybe he’d be able to make up for his missed opportunities.

The years of medical school, once started, passed faster than James expected them to, and by the end of it, much to his own surprise, he’d also gotten married.

You were almost all but forgotten in the back of his mind, but time continued to play its games.

Medical school turned into a specialization in oncology, and a divorce. Then residency and a marriage. Then a second divorce. Then another marriage and more recently a position at a hospital in his hometown, on the board and a well respected oncologist and a few new friends…and a third divorce.

“House, I’m not asking you to let them all sleep in your apartment, it’s just a dinner for one night, we’ll be out and about for the rest of the time that they’re here,” James sighed.

“Can’t you just cancel?” House asked. “Divorce seems like a pretty good reason to get out of a reunion.”

“See, the thing is, I’d rather not be miserable and see my friends instead, and they bought their tickets months ago. Please, House, I’ll do the dishes for a week.”

“A month,” House said.

“Two weeks,” James negotiated and House nodded, so they shook on it.

“Good, now that I’ve done you a favour, you can do me one,” House smiled, but the kind of smile that was conniving, like he had something up his sleeve all along.

“I paid you in chores for my favour, who says I owe you anything?”

“Unless you want me to call your friends and cancel for you, you’ll do it,” House continued to walk the hospital’s hallways hobbling with his cane.

“What is it?” James sighed, catching up with him.

“We have a patient and he doesn’t speak very good English, but he does speak French. You went to McGill didn’t you? Must have picked up some of the love language.”

“Unfortunately for me in this case, I did,” he nodded.

“Perfect, come with me now,” House motioned with his head to the patient’s room and James trailed behind him.

When he entered the room, House motioned for him to begin speaking. James hadn’t spoken a lot of French since his undergrad so he was definitely rusty, but he supposed it was better than nothing and began to explain that he would be helping with the translation.

“Erm, Bonjour, je suis Dr. Wilson, je vais aider Dr. House avec la traduction.”

The man looked at James strangely before saying.

“You’re an anglophone, but you speak French like you’re Quebecois.”

“I um did my undergraduate in Montreal, I learnt how to speak there,” James responded back in French.

“Hmm.”

James could tell this wasn’t going to be fun. Some of the French held quite a bit of hate towards Quebec, who knew why, but his accent definitely wasn’t going to help him in this situation.

House got James to ask some routine medical history questions and a few things about his symptoms all the while James had to filter out all the insults that were coming his way with regards to his “poor use of language” and “unintelligible accent”.

When he could finally leave the room, James let out a string of French curses under his breath, still thinking in the other language.

“House, why can’t you just get a proper translator?” he asked. “I’m terrible at this.”

“Cuddy said something about making a big purchase recently and being currently unable to do so, especially since you put that you speak French in your resume. Bet you’re regretting that one now.”

“Yeah,” James nodded his head. “Big time.”

They began to walk towards the elevator to go to the cafeteria for lunch, when James decided to inquire more about Cuddy’s big purchase.

“Oh, she said something about money this, medical research that,” House shook his head, “You know I stopped listening the second she wouldn’t give me what I wanted.”

“She hired a medical researcher,” James said aloud, chewing on the words, “I wonder who she-,”

His train of thought was cut off when he saw, near the elevator, a face he hadn’t seen since graduation day at McGill.

Quickly, unable to think of anything else to do, he ran into the administrative area and hid crouched down behind a photocopier.

House watched his friend curiously before walking over towards him and leaning against the copier asked him if he’d gone insane.

“No, I just, um, remembered I needed to copy some patient files,” he lied.

“You don’t have any with you,” House said.

“I faxed them from my office,” he lied again.

“I think I need to go get Foreman, clearly you’re having a neurological breakdown,” House said.

“Can you just stop making it obvious I’m here?!” James exclaimed in a whisper.

Unfortunately for him, as you were walking past, his harsh whisper made his location obvious, causing you to look down and see his familiar face.

“Oh my God, heart-eyes, is that you?” you asked with a smile and James pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded. “What are you doing down there?”

James became speechless and suddenly he was an eighteen-year-old back in his chemistry lab.

“He’s checking to see if we need more toner,” House said, lying for his friend, but James knew that was all he would get out of him. “Well, that’s my cue to leave, you guys have fun.”

You reached down and offered James a hand, helping him back into a standing position.

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” you commented. “Like since we were-,”

“22,” James filled in and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you bit your lip before asking him how he had been.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I-I’m assuming you’re the medical researcher Cuddy hired?”

“That would be correct,” you smiled.

“Why did you choose to work here? I thought you were some big hotshot in Canada?”

“I am a big hotshot, which is why I wanted to come to a teaching hospital. I thought maybe it would give more opportunities to teach other people what I know. It’s a win-win. I get to do what I want to and the hospital gets grant money from my research,” you explained. “It looks like you got where you wanted to be too, Mr. Oncologist.”

“Actually it’s Dr. Oncologist,” he joked and you laughed, making his cheeks go red after hearing the sound.

“I missed having you around, James. We should catch up sometime,” you suggested.

“Yeah sure,” he nodded. “I-I’d love that.”

You excused yourself, needing to go introduce yourself to a class of medical students, waving goodbye to James, leaving him stuck in his tracks for a few moments before he could gather his senses again and head downstairs for lunch.

—

“We could have rescheduled if this was too much, man,” Carlo watched James as he brought a large roast to the table for them to eat.

“See? What did I tell you,” House rolled his eyes and James gave him a disapproving stare.

“No, I wanted you guys to come, we’ve been planning this for months. I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of it,” he assured his friends. “Plus, we know how hard it is to nail down Pierre, I swear you are always travelling. Every time we talk you’re in a different country.”

“That’s the life of a parasitologist,” he shrugged and helped James by beginning to cut the roast.

“And Jian, how’s the wife and kids?”

“They’re good,” Jian smiled. “Mei started first grade in September. Becky and I are both up for promotions at the hospital, so I can’t really complain. Although I think Carlo can.”

“Seriously it’s not that big of a deal,” Carlo groaned, “Sure yeah, pharmaceuticals are more flashy than biophysics, but that doesn’t mean that my research wasn’t better.”

“Well if it was better why did William get the award?” James asked and Carlo just flipped him the bird.

“Didn’t we go to school with him?” Pierre asked.

“We did?” James raised a brow.

“Yeah, for a year, from Toronto, huge stoner. Hated being there and did literally no work, but still managed to get honours,” Jian explained.

“Sounds like my kinda guy,” House commented and James rolled his eyes.

Just as they continued to dish out dinner, House’s pager went off and he sighed, excusing himself from the table while practically threatening James to leave him some food.

When House left, James’ friends saw their opening and began their personal line of questioning.

“Hey, James, are you really okay?” Jian asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” James asked in return.

“You’re getting a divorce,” Pierre said. “Seems like a pretty good reason to not be okay.”

James shook his head,

“Yeah sure, it’s a shitty situation,” he admitted. “Did I imagine myself at this point in my life with three failed marriages? No, definitely not. Can I do anything to change it? Also no, and right now I really wouldn’t want to change it.”

“Can we ask what happened?” Carlo queried.

“She cheated on me, then left me,” James said simply.

“Forgive me,” Pierre said. “But you seemed a lot more upset when we talked over the phone last week. What changed?”

James looked down at his plate and cut into his roast, thinking about what Pierre had said. It was true, even earlier today he was sulking about, that was until he ran into you.

“I swear,” James started, “if you guys make a big deal about this I will murder you all,” he used his knife to point at all of them and they nodded, swearing their silence. “I’ve got heart-eyes again.”

“You met someone new?” Jian asked and Carlo shook his head.

“No, he re-met someone old. Tell me, did your hospital recently hire a medical researcher?”

James nodded his head and the table was about to erupt into a loud chorus of comments when James gave them a look and they all restrained themselves.

“James, I’m being dead serious when I say this, but you should have married her,” Pierre insisted. “I never saw you look at anyone else the way you looked at her.”

“Probably explains the three divorces then, doesn’t it? I was still in love with her the whole time,” James sighed. “It’s going to come up eventually, seems like a pretty big indicator that I’m not good at relationships.”

“Who knows, maybe she won’t care,” Jian offered.

“What was it like when you saw her again?” Carlo asked, looking for any opportunity to tease his friend.

“How do you think it was? I could barely talk, I was a nervous wreck, and blushing like crazy,” he shook his head at the thought of it. “I could literally feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I feel like a middle school girl every time I’m near her.”

“Who knows, maybe she still thinks you have circulation issues,” Jian shrugged and the table laughed.

“What I would give to stay here and watch this play out,” Carlo sighed and leaned back in his seat.

“Knowing James, you’d have to be here for ten years before he made a move on her,” Pierre raised a brow and James threw a piece of potato at him.

“If you ever do get the guts to ask her out, call us. We’ve made bets on this,” Carlo added.

“Real comforting, guys,” James ate a bite of the roast. “I thought this was supposed to be my pity party.”

“Not anymore,” Jian shook his head. “You’ve got heart-eyes.”

This time around, James thought maybe he didn’t mind the nickname as much as he used to.

—

“I would think they’d get you your own office at this point,” James commented as he entered his office, seeing you sitting at his desk, eating a pre-packed lunch.

“Beats me,” you shrugged and continued to eat.

“So you’ve decided that invading my office is your next best bet?”

“Oh hush,” you waved him off with your fork.

“Well, excuse me for wanting to come to a safe place after being verbally assaulted by House’s patient,” he sat on the opposite side of the desk and leaned back in the chair.

“Verbally assaulted?” you asked. “By a patient who isn’t even your own?”

“He doesn’t like the way I speak French,” James rolled his eyes. “I’m translating while they’re treating him since the department used all its money hiring you.”

“What can I say, hotshots cost a lot of money.”

“You know, you could do the translation, probably much better than I can,” he noted.

“I could, but you probably need the practice more than I do, chèri,” you scrunched your nose in a cute mocking way and James could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks yet again. “You still keeping up with that posse of yours?” you asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah, they all flew in to visit a few days ago, we’re gonna go out tonight,” he said. “Do you…maybe want to join us?” he suggested.

“I don’t have plans, as long as they’re okay with it I’d love to come,” you smiled.

“Oh trust me, they will definitely be okay with it.”

—

Later that night, James was drinking deeply from his glass while he watched his friends stare blankly ahead at you. If he looked anything like they did all those times his words were caught in his throat, then he hoped to spontaneously combust right then and there.

“Heart-eyes, I thought you said they were okay with me coming?” you leaned over and whispered to him.

James put down his glass and nodded his head.

“They are okay with it, right?”

Snapping out of their daze, the three men nodded their heads and finally began professing assurances that everything was fine.

“It’s just… you said James invited you?” Jian asked with furrowed bows.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He mentioned you guys were in town and getting together tonight and asked me if I wanted to join.”

James bit down on his tongue trying not to say anything, but also gave his friends a look to shut up before they gave anything away. He knew what was running through their minds, they were wondering how the hell he’d gotten the guts to ask you to come, but there was one fundamental difference between tonight and any other time he could have possibly asked you. This wasn’t a date, therefore, there was no pressure.

“Maybe you could tell them what you’ve been up to since they last saw you?” James suggested.

“Oh, um, well, I got my master’s degree and doctorate at McGill, both for research in cancer biology-,”

“Cancer biology?” Pierre interrupted. “I don’t remember you mentioning you were interested in that.”

“I-I wasn’t initially,” you admitted. “Just after spending more time in the LSRC and a few other irrelevant things I decided it was the best fit for me to focus on.”

“You and heart-eyes make a pretty good pair then,” Carlo raised his eyebrows suggestively and took a sip of his drink.

“I guess we do,” you chuckled. “As long as he leaves the research to me. We all know what he’s like in the lab.”

“I resent that,” James protested only before saying, “but I do deserve it.”

“It’s a miracle he hasn’t had a medical malpractice suit,” Pierre added.

You asked the boys about where their various careers had taken them and how they were each doing. The conversation stayed pretty normal until the topic changed to relationships, starting with Jian’s wife and family back in Vancouver and Pierre’s husband who was currently in Australia doing research on some massive insect.

“What about you Carlo?” you asked. “Anyone special in your life?”

“Nah,” he waved his hand.

“What about the mom of the kid who pet sits for you?” Jian asked.

“That kid charges me per animal, per size. If I were to date his mom he’d probably charge me for dating her too, and I don’t think I can afford his price,” he shook his head and the table laughed.

“James, you’ve been quiet,” you said. “Nothing to share?”

James nervously took a sip of his drink and looked over at his friends for help.

“James hasn’t had the best luck in love,” Pierre settled on.

“Oh, haven’t found anybody, that’s not a big deal,” you assured him. “I haven’t either.”

“Well,” Carlo said in a high-pitched voice. “It’s not exactly that he hasn’t found anybody.”

“So there’s someone-?”

“I’m divorced,” James blurted. “Three times. Or soon to be three anyway.”

“Oh,” you paused and tried to think of the right thing to say, but for the moment settled on nothing while Pierre changed the subject.

After the visit was over, James offered to walk you to your car and you accepted. The walk started off in silence, but you decided to break it.

“You know, I hope you find the right person eventually,” you said. “It’s unfortunate things didn’t work out three times.”

“Yeah,” James nodded in agreement. “I-um, do you ever think about that conversation we had, in the McDonald’s by my apartment?”

“Sometimes I do,” you admitted.

“Looking back on that, I wonder if we ever really loved each other. If we did this probably wouldn’t have happened. We would have fixed things, worked on ourselves instead of just…giving up.”

“So I guess you still haven’t fallen in love yet?” you asked, but he stayed silent. “Whoever it is, I’m sure things will find a way to work out for you.”

“The moment may have passed on that,” he said with his hands shoved in his pockets and looking down at the ground.

“You never know, James. Sometimes life has a funny way of surprising you.”

—

James watched as his colleagues and a few of the students from the university left the lecture hall while he continued to sit in his seat, watching you walk up towards him.

“Don’t you have patients or something?” you asked. “You’re at all of my lectures.”

“Doesn’t it seem appropriate for an oncologist to attend a cancer biology lecture?” he asked as you sat down next to him.

“I suppose so,” you sighed. “Doesn’t explain why you weren’t taking notes though.”

James looked down at his empty hands and cursed a little internally.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I don’t mind the staring, it reminds me of school.”

“You noticed?” he asked.

“You weren’t very subtle,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, not one of my strong suits,” he blushed, embarrassed.

“Do you wanna go grab lunch before your break is over?” you asked and James nodded, standing up and offering you a hand to get out of your seat.

You went to the cafeteria, running into his friend House who managed to get his food paid for by James, yet again, before leaving to go back up to his office and work on another differential diagnosis with his employees.

“Did all the guys get back home safe after their trip?” you asked, digging into your food.

“Carlo and Jian are back home, Pierre went to go be with Ollie in Australia.”

“It must be hard not living near them.”

James sighed and nodded his head. “It’s a balance. When they’re being annoying, it’s great that they don’t live here and when they’re not, it sucks.”

“Spoken like a true friend,” you chuckled.

“What about you? Do you still keep in touch with people from school? During any of your degrees?”

“Not really,” you shook your head. “After my undergrad I became so laser focused on my school I didn’t pay attention to relationships that much outside of my family. Starting to regret it a bit now.”

“Kind of hard to have a good conversation with cancer cells,” James said sarcastically and you shook your head. “Do you like it in New Jersey so far?”

“Not as much as back home,” you admitted, “but it is nice to have a friend here.”

“Yeah, Jersey is…an acquired taste,” he settled on, making you laugh, but your laughter was cut off by the sound of his pager, and he looked down to see what the message was before quickly standing up. “Sorry, I have to-,”

“Don’t worry,” you assured him. “I’ll pack up your food and bring it to your office.”

“Thanks,” he nodded and you waved goodbye as he ran off out of the cafeteria and to the oncology floor to go help one of his patients.

—

James didn’t find himself walking around the campus often, but when he did it was usually because he had to clear his head. With everything that was going on in his life, in addition to the circumstances of this case, he was taking it harder than normal.

He had left his coat in his office as the hot New Jersey sun was already beating down, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes following his feet as he took his steps forward.

He didn’t notice you sitting on a bench as he was passing by. Curious as to his state, you stood up and went to meet up with him.

“Hey James, are you okay?”

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts almost instantly. He stopped to look up at you, seeing the concern reflecting in your eyes.

He took his hands out of his pockets and motioned for you to walk with him.

“I lost a patient today,” he explained. “He was 11.”

“Oh, James, I’m so sorry,” you said softly.

“In med school you learn pretty quickly if you don’t find a way to deal with what you face every day the result is never good,” he said and you noticed him chewing on the inside of his cheek, “but it was just too sunny outside. How could it be sunny on a day like this?”

You didn’t say anything initially, only intertwining your hand with his and giving it a light squeeze which he returned.

“You know, I think it’s probably okay, every once in a while, to let yourself mourn your patients. Just like everyone else. You have a uniquely difficult job, James, and no one would hold it against you if you need a minute to adjust.”

James stopped walking and you followed his lead, only to have him let go of your hand and pull you into a tight hug. You easily wrapped your arms around his neck while his arms were around your waist.

“You’re a good doctor, James,” you mumbled. “I know, even if you don’t quite believe it right now, you did everything you could to help that young boy and make him more comfortable.”

You could feel him nod his head, clearly not trusting himself to say anything at the moment.

Neither of you wanted to let go, but you knew that you both had work to get back to. James had other patients he was responsible for and you had some work to do in one of the hospital labs.

So silently, hand in hand, you accompanied each other back to the hospital, grateful for each other’s company.

—

“I swear, if I stay there any longer I’m going to go mad,” James whispered to you under his breath as you walked along the halls of the hospital with him to help him run some tests for a few patients.

“What was it this time?” you asked, huddling in closer, waiting for him to spill the beans on why living with his best friend was becoming unbearable.

“He keeps pranking me,” he began to explain and you could see how frustrated he was just by his hand movements. “Last night he thought of the genius idea to put my hand in warm water while I was sleeping and-,” James stopped himself, realizing he’d divulged too much, just as your eyes went wide.

“Oh my God you didn’t wet the bed did you?” you asked in a chuckle and James quickly covered your mouth saying,

“Shh! The whole hospital doesn’t need to hear you!”

You couldn’t hold in your laugh, muffled by James’ hand over your mouth and his cheeks were a bright cherry red.

Eventually you pulled his hand away and said,

“You definitely need to get out of there. That’s criminal.”

“Exactly what I’m saying,” James agreed.

“Hey, why don’t you come over to my place tonight?” you suggested. “We can watch a movie or something together.”

“That sounds like exactly what I need right now,” he nodded his head. “What time?”

“Come over at eight, it’ll give me some time to get snacks and get ready.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he held out his hand and you took it shaking it firmly.

Later that evening while James was getting ready, House watched him curiously.

“I still don’t believe that you blowdry your hair,” he said loudly over the sound of the appliance.

“Believe it or not, I do,” James responded.

“It just seems so pointless, your hair is messy anyways,” he crossed his arms and James gave him a look.

“My hair looks fine, yours on the other hand could use a trim and about a billion other things,” James retorted.

“So, is this a date?” House asked, changing the topic.

“No, it’s not a date,” James shook his head. “It’s an opportunity for me to get away from your insanity.”

“Are you sure it’s not a date?” he asked.

“What makes you think it's a date?” he finally gave in and turned around to face his friend, turning off the blow dryer.

“Well if you asked her if you could come over, probably not a date, but if she offered…” he shrugged his shoulders.

James shook his head, he didn’t want to allow himself to believe it was true, because if it was, he’d probably overthink things and make a fool of himself.

“It’s not a date,” he reiterated and House stopped pressing, seeing as his friend would not be reasoned with.

James finished fixing his hair and grabbed his keys and a coat before stepping out of the door.

It didn’t take him long to drive to your house and when he knocked at the door he heard shuffling inside before the lock clicked and you opened it.

“Hey! You got the dress code memo,” you joked, pointing to his McGill sweater and then back at yours.

“I thought you might like a blast from the past,” he smiled and you invited him inside.

As he entered he noticed the array of pillows on the couch, blankets draped over arm chairs, and books piled on every surface possible. To top it off, the house was currently only lit by lamps allowing a warm orange hue to fall over the space. It made James’ shoulders relax and he could even feel his nervous heart rate slow.

“Do you like it?” you asked. “I am by no means an interior decorator, but I tried to make it feel cozy so it’s nice to come back to after long days at work.”

“I do like it,” James nodded. “A lot. It feels like a home.”

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I was going for,” you smiled. “You’re the first guest I’ve had here, you know?”

“Really? No fancy dinner parties with the hospital board?”

“No, not yet,” you chuckled. “Unfortunately, this guy in the oncology department keeps taking up all my time.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch.

“But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

After he took off his coat, you both sat down next to each other, James extending his hand along the back of the couch and you naturally sat right up next to him, leaning forward to grab the remote and turn on the movie.

“What did you pick?” James asked.

“Just some random horror movie,” you said. “I heard it’s really cheesy.”

“We’ll see about that,” James raised his brows and grabbed the popcorn from the table, putting it in between you both.

You pressed play once you were both settled and tossed the remote to the side of the couch, curling your legs up and waiting in anticipation for the movie to begin.

It didn’t take long for the horror plot to begin, jumping right into the satanic murders and supernatural deaths. Just as you had predicted, it was cheesy, but that didn’t stop you from being startled whenever something popped up unexpectedly on the screen.

Both of you were lulled into a false sense of security during what seemed like a quiet part of the movie, then, all of a sudden, the killer jumped into the frame with a loud change in the soundtrack, causing you to shriek and move towards James, also feeling him jump slightly from being startled.

You both looked up at each other and laughed at the ridiculousness of your collective fright.

“You’re supposed to be the calm one,” you elbowed him.

“I know it just-Jesus!” James found himself inadvertently closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you as if it would give him some protection from what was on the screen.

You laughed again and leaned closer into his side, patting his leg to assure him it was safe to open his eyes again.

“You must enjoy torturing me, that’s the only explanation for this,” James looked over at you and you shook your head.

“Come on, heart-eyes, you think that lowly of me?”

James couldn’t stop the smile that creeped past his lips, “No, of course not.”

“Good, that means I still have the upper hand,” you moved your head to look back at the TV, but not before James tickled you in retaliation for your words.

It took a moment, but you eventually surrendered and moved your focus back to the movie, still feeling a little warm from your laughter.

You grabbed some of the other candies and snacks from the table, holding a gummy bear up for James to try and he did without so much as a second thought.

“Still have a sweet tooth I see,” you offered him a different candy which he ate again and nodded.

“You don’t want to know how many cavities I’ve had.”

“Here,” you handed him a wrapped treat. “This one’s special from home.”

“Maple candies,” he smiled. “They don’t make ‘em like they do in Montreal.”

“They were your favourite, right?” you asked.

James looked over at you again curiously, “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” you shrugged. “Oh wait, look,” you pointed to the TV before grimacing and covering your eyes, but still peeking through your fingers. “Ew!”

James just smiled at you, finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to kiss you, the thought bringing a warm sensation to his stomach.

He settled instead on doing what he’d been doing forever: staring at you with heart-eyes.

—

James tried to fight a yawn as he grabbed one of the many books on the shelves in his office, taking it to his couch and sitting down next to you.

“You don’t have to do this, James,” you told him. “You probably have to be back tomorrow morning, you should go home and rest.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he insisted. “You look in here for that article I was telling you about and I’ll start proofreading.”

There were many papers and files strewn around the couch, you couldn’t remember when you first came in, but James never seemed to mind when you worked in his office instead of your own.

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I feel like I brought a tornado in here.”

James looked up from your paper and nodded his head.

“Now hush and let me read.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you chuckled, opening the medical journal he had handed you, flipping through the contents until you found the article title he had mentioned.

James had a pen in his hand, scribbling down annotations on the side, correcting a few typos and grammatical errors.

For the most part, he was able to follow along, but at one point, the words became so incoherent he tapped you to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

“What does this say here?” he asked. “I-I don’t know if my eyes just stopped working, but what does stirring in sugar and eggs have to do with this trial treatment?”

“Oh my God,” you grabbed the paper and looked at it closer. “I must have accidentally copied some of my mom’s cookie recipe on here before changing documents. What in the world is going on with me?”

Maybe it was the exhaustion settling in or some other things James couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he felt himself letting out a chuckle that grew a little longer, and longer until it was a full blown laugh.

It was an honest mistake, and arguably not that funny, but you’d be hard pressed to convince him of that in that moment, and instead, seeing the silliness of the situation, you joined in.

Eventually, when the laughter died down, you and James both leaning far back against the couch, he turned to you and apologized.

“I’m sorry, I should probably read this when I have a bit more sanity.”

“Don’t be,” you patted his leg. “I can always use a good laugh.”

With your heads still turned to face each other, you suggested to pause the work and resume it another time, to which James agreed.

You both continued to sit there in silence, looking over at each other and James caught a glimmer of something in your eyes and had to blink a few times to make sure it was still there. It was a soft look, a little dazed, like you were happily daydreaming about something far off. It took him a moment to realize it, since he had been the one giving that look, he’d never really had a chance to see it for himself.

You had heart-eyes.

And more importantly, you had them while you were looking at James.

With a sudden boost of courage, fuelled by lowered inhibitions, he started by asking,

“Have I ever told you why my friends call me heart-eyes?”

You tilted your head a little, following his lead and sitting up straight.

“Wasn’t it because of that girl you had a crush on that was from here?”

James opened his mouth and then shut it, shaking his head.

“There was never a girl from Jersey,” he admitted.

“Why would they say it was a girl from Jersey if there was…” as you said the sentence you slowed down, the realization dawning on you.

“All the staring makes a bit more sense now?” he asked.

You blinked a few times, “I just thought you were really awkward,” you said.

“I was, but if the staring didn’t give it away the blushing really should have done it,” he chuckled.

“I thought you had a circulation issue!” you exclaimed and James burst out laughing, of course you did. “God, James, why didn’t you say anything?”

James shook his head, “I could barely string out a coherent sentence when I was around you. Makes it a little hard to say anything.”

“Makes me wish I had said something,” you said, feeling your own cheeks heat up at the admission.

“Y-You would’ve said something?”

Now it was James’ turn to be surprised.

“I think most of the time it comes on gradually, maybe you won’t even know it at first. That’s what you said to me, but that eventually, if it was love, I’d know it.”

You reached out and held James’ hands in your own.

“I should have said something. I could have said something. We could have had so much more-,”

“James,” you whispered, interrupting him and he stopped. “Shut up and kiss me.”

James wasn’t going to waste another second, removing his hands from your to instead gently hold your face, bringing you closer to him so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since he was 18 years old.

The dim light of his desk lamp, the papers crumpled beneath and around you, the way you moved closer and slid into his lap, his hands now on your hips and your fingers snaking through his hair, it all melted into one and if you let yourselves imagine, just a bit, the lamp became a light in the library; the papers became unfinished homework assignments and lab write-ups, and you hadn’t missed a second of the time you could have spent together.

Your kisses soon turned slow and repetitive and neither of you wanted to pull away, living in the moment like it was your last.

“When…did you realize…you loved me?” you asked between kisses, moving away from his mouth, instead letting your lips find their way across his jaw and up to his temple.

“Our last year of school,” he paused your kisses so he could kiss you properly again. “Carlo said something and-,” he shook his head and sighed. “I realized I was going to leave without you ever knowing how I felt and even though eventually I thought maybe I’d stopped loving you and started to love other people…I just kept trying to fill that space that only you fit in.”

“First year of my master’s for me,” you rested your forehead against his. “Suddenly you weren’t there anymore and I really wished that wasn’t the case.”

He tilted his head up to meet you in another kiss that was far too easy to melt into. Neither of you had any complaints and you knew you’d never get tired looking into his heart-eyes.

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xuchiya · 26 days ago

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Hello! Firstly, thank you so much for sharing your beautiful writings with us online 💕

I saw your post about your inbox being empty and I was wondering if you could write Jongho angst/fluff about his new relationship with reader who likes skinship, so like he gets shy and conflicted at first, maybe even insecure about not being good bf or angry about having to do skinship but then they both work things out and it has good ending? 🥺

I'm in desperate need of Jongho scenarios, maybe you'll bless me and other ribos with one 🙏

If not, it's okay too! Have a good day/night :D

Hello my loves, thank you so much, I'm quite rusty since i have stop writing for many years and this year was the only time I returned writing!! I am happy to always share my works with you ... and feed your delulus heheh 👹kidding my loves. Anyways, your wish is my command my loves.

"I'll hold your hand, eventually" || choi jongho || one-shot

|genre: non!idol jongho. fluff. angst. girlfriend! reader |mentions: fear. self-doubt.

When you first meet Jongho, you notice the way he is conservative. At first you thought he was shy—which you were correct as it took him a lot of time to adjust. You were patient enough to let him bask in the presence and the reality of being in a committed relationship. Meanwhile, inside his head numerous anxious thoughts hit him at once; being in the relationship, skinship does happen in some kind of way. Either it be a choice of savoring in the closeness or sweetness of your partner or by accident closure, either way it happens and he is not prepared for it.

The air between you and Jongho had grown thick with an awkward tension that neither of you seemed to know how to cut. You put your lips in a thin line as you glance his way before directing it somewhere.

It wasn’t always this way.

When your relationship had first begun, everything had felt easy, light, like walking on a cloud. He is gentle with his words assuring you, making his presence a sense of comfort whenever you walk outside to take a breather— to which you both have loved to do ever since.

But now, four months in, a certain weight hung in the space you shared.

It had started with the little small things. One morning, you and Jongho decided to eat breakfast outside since the weather is nice; weather is warm to your skin, the sky greets you with its fluffy clouds and it feels like a good day. Unknowingly under the influence of the beauty of nature, you reach for his hand, a moment you wanted to share with him but it all shattered when Jongho smoothly pulls away from your hold. He thought that you wouldn’t notice when he started pointing things in general to distract you.

You felt it and it left you awkward and embarrassed as you thought you were going way too fast and nodded at his facts and such.

But what you didn’t know is the way he stiffened when you leaned into him on the couch during movie nights. Your favorite routine with him was to watch various shows and anime movies. Howl’s moving castle was your favorite of all time and it always leaves you with a fluttering heart.

“Howl is so sweet, he reminds me a lot of you.” You spoke with a huge smile on your lips as you gaze at the man beside you. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“He looks more like Wooyoung-hyung.” Your lips jutted to the side and nodded, agreeing with him “Yeah well he acts more like you.”

You watch how he subtly rolled his eyes at you, jokingly to which you threw the small pillow you were hugging at him. He kept teasing you until you narrowed your eyes and moved towards him. The sudden short distance made Jongho’s eyes widen as he subtly moved backwards.

“You still are my Howl.” Even the joke had died and the awkwardness born in the middle of your playful bickering; It made you move away as you mumbled a small apology and kept your eyes on the screen.

That moment hurt you as you notice in the corner of your eyes the way he moved in his seat to make himself comfortable and placed a pillow just between you two. It was embarrassing and painful as your eyes blurred for a minute until you pushed it down and distract yourself, unsuccessfully, on the movie.

The last one was the final straw. He never reciprocated your hugs.

You tried not to let it bother you, knowing that Jongho wasn’t as naturally inclined toward skinship as you were. But the more it happened, the more the doubt crept in. Did he not like touching you? Did it mean something deeper about your relationship?

You knew how shallow your reason is for distancing yourself from Jongho but it felt like the world was playing with you for finally having the thought of happily ever after. Of course! You promised Jongho and whoever hears it that you will always extend the patience you have within you all throughout your relationship.

But a simple gesture is enough to doubt whatever you have. Whoever you were.

On the other hand, Jongho was battling his own storm of thoughts. He loved you deeply, and that scared him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold your hand or embrace you—it was that he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure if he’d be good enough for you, if he could meet your needs the way you deserved. The last thing he wanted was for his awkwardness to disappoint you.

The weight of his doubts grew heavier with each passing day, an invisible barrier he couldn’t bring himself to cross. His heart raced every time you smiled at him, every time your fingers brushed him. He wanted so badly to close the gap between you, but something inside held him back—fear, uncertainty, a quiet voice whispering he might not be enough.

It all came to a head one chilly evening as the two of you were walking home from dinner. The streets were quiet, save for the soft crunch of your shoes against the pavement. The glow of streetlights painted golden halos on the wet ground, and your breath mingled with the cold in small, visible puffs. Without thinking, your arm instinctively looped through his, seeking warmth and comfort.

But Jongho hesitated. After a brief moment, he gently pulled away, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets. The absence of his touch sent a pang through your chest.

You didn’t want to cause a scene in which he was already awkward with what was happening between the two of you, so you sighed and stopped in your tracks, the soft clink of your shoes on the pavement cutting off abruptly. The suddenness of your pause made Jongho stop as well, his back stiffening as he turned to face you.

“Jongho, why do you keep doing that?” you asked, your voice steady but carrying a weight of emotion that was impossible to ignore.

It was the moment Jongho had been dreading, the day he wasn’t ready to face. And now, he stood before you, caught in the headlights of your question, his throat dry and his heart pounding like a drum.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew exactly what you meant, but he wasn’t prepared to confront it—not now, maybe not ever.

“Pulling away from me,” you said, your voice quieter now, laced with vulnerability. The look in your eyes told him this wasn’t just about tonight. This was about every moment he’d retreated, every time he’d let his hesitation overshadow the love he felt.

Jongho felt your words like a sharp knife, slicing through the layers of fear and doubt he’d built around himself. He opened his mouth, as though to speak, but no words came. He swallowed hard, frustration bubbling within him as he grappled with the emotions threatening to spill over.

“Do you even like me, Jongho?” The question came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper, but the impact on Jongho was like a thunderclap.

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “What? Of course, I do!” he blurted out, the suddenness of his response surprising even him.

“Then why does it feel like you’re always holding back?” Your voice cracked, the dam of your own frustrations breaking at last. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, determined not to cry.

Jongho looked down at his feet, his hands still buried deep in his pockets as though they could shield him from the weight of the moment. He drew in a shaky breath, the cool night air filling his lungs as he tried to summon the courage to speak.

“I’m scared,” he admitted at last, his voice trembling with raw honesty. “I’m scared of messing this up, of not being enough for you. You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who isn’t… me.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard, and your anger softened into something gentler, something understanding. You took a small step closer, closing the space he’d put between you.

“Jongho,” you said softly, “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be here—with me.” Your words hung in the air, fragile yet powerful. It has come to you that this is what he has been going through and you instantly felt guilty for not noticing the turmoil he is in; you could have taken it in a way to understand more than just letting your emotions get the best of you.

Jongho finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It was like a weight on his shoulders had lifted and he could finally see the pain of his absence in touch. He would have already you in his arms if it wasn’t for his fear and doubt. But because your simple but impactful words had melted those thoughts away; gradually, hesitantly, he pulled his hands from his pockets, reaching for yours. His fingers trembled slightly as they intertwined with yours, but this time, he didn’t pull away.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but steady. “And I’ll try. I promise I’ll keep trying.”

The weight of the moment settled between you, not as a burden but as an unspoken agreement to face the challenges ahead together. And as you walked the rest of the way home, hand in hand, the silence between you felt different—warm, reassuring, and filled with a quiet hope.

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justporo · 1 year ago

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My new bestie, I honestly would love to see you write Father!Astarion 🤤🤤

How would he react to the news? Would he want a little girl or boy? How would he react when they are born, and they look just like him, but pre vamp eyes?

(Vampires can sire babies, with the highest chance after they are fully well fed)

Hello my tadpole bestie and thanks for the request! Astarion as a father really seems to be on people's minds, hm?

I get it, I like it too, but let me put this out there (yeah yeah, I know it's all fictional, but let's be real for a second): I would much rather imagine this when Astarion has done some much needed healing. This man hasn't had autonomy in two centuries and really needs to find himself again and work through trauma - with Tav on his side of course. And children are a huge responsibility - mentally, physically, emotionally, financially - I imagine (I wouldn't know, I'm not a parent...). I'd really wish for him to be ready for something like that.

But the thought is incredibly sweet, so let's go:

Headcanons about Astarion being a father

When Tav tells him she's expecting, he's truly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life; and then he can't sit still: swinging from delusionally happy to overthinking and being worried; but Tav takes his hand and reassures him that they'll be in it together

Has he thought about having kids? Yeah sure, but he'd never thought of it being possible until it happened, although when Cazador forced him and the other spawn to behave like a family he'd sometimes thought about what could've been

He's absolutely overprotective when Tav's pregnant: "Oh no, no, darling, you are not carrying that around, think of the baby!" "Astarion, it's A MUG OF WATER!"

Also he adores her body that is creating such a miracle: "You're glowing, my heart. You are truly a goddess!"

If he was handsy before there are now no moments where his hands aren't on Tav's body and on her belly

When he feels the first movements, he cries, and then Tav cries and then there's just a fountain of happy tears and lots of "I love you"s

He's taking such good care of Tav; especially when she doesn't feel well or when she's exhausted - she'll get all the herbal teas and massages

Birth though is scary - for both of them; but I'm sure he'll have some friends by his side (because think about the adventure troupe waiting with him while he's pacing the room like a panther: Karlach's biting her nails off, Gale's just blabbering to distract himself, Shadowheart is praying for everything to go well, Wyll tries to calm Astarion down (unsuccessfully), Lae'zel is unusually silent with crossed arms hoping everything will be okay, Halsin's keeping the group fed and all because "Nature will make it all right")

Boy or girl? Doesn't matter at all, all that's important is that Tav and the baby are healthy and ready to receive all his love

First time holding his child - he can't even cry because it's such a miracle; "This... this is the best thing I've ever had and created!"

The tears come later when you're alone - just the three of you

He's absolutely a very loving father, caring so much about his kid - and also equally taking on responsibilities and care with Tav

When the kid's eyes become their real colour and it sparks a memory Astarion had long forgotten, he's too stunned to acknowledge what he's seeing: the kid has his eyes - the way they were before he was turned

Later, when the child's already a little bigger he loves to show them stuff, teach them, read to them; also inciting them to go and annoy Mom - which makes Tav want to push him off a cliff but also hug him to death - because who'd have thought it would ever be possible?

Alright alright - I've gotten almost off the rails with this one. Because honestly, there's a lot to imagine there. Also maybe I wasn't prepared for the things that would make me feel (and I don't mean baby fever).

Alright, hope you enjoyed this headcanons, time for me to go to bed!

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madame-fear · 2 years ago

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Imagine jace and his young wife, both already married to each other for a while now and they've only just come of age. Then the young wife starts to show weird food cravings, finding the smell of certain foods repulsive, falling asleep at random hours of the day, etc. Rhaenyra immediately makes the connection that she's pregnant, immediately looks at Jacaerys Velaryon, flicks his ear and says 'Didnt i tell you that its too soon your pullout game is sh!t"😁😁😁 but shes actually happy for both and is only worried that theyre too young but knows theyre going to be great parents 💞

ABSOLUTELY. weak ass pullout game frfr

From the second you got betrothed and then officially wedded Jacaerys Velaryon, you both became extremely close to one another, and of course, you immediatly fell in love for each other. And as expected, after your wedding ceremony, you began sharing quarters together. Where, you know... Things most happen there, now that you have private time for yourselves, alone. *coughcoughCOUGHCOUGH👀👀*

Not too long after finally sharing chambers together, you suddenly began having strange reactions, needs, and attitudes. Some foods that you didn't mind eating or smelling previously — or you greatly liked them —, you suddenly found a huge distaste to them and felt disgusted to an extreme, continous vomiting, having abrupt mood swings, cravings for certain things you earlier in your life barely considered, being too sleepy and falling asleep anywhere, no matter the hour.

Rhaenyra, being a lovely mother of 5 beautiful boys, immediatly realised what your problem was one time after you made another mention of how you could barely tolerate the taste/smell of X food while being at dinner.

While you were distracted talking to someone else after said mention, Nyra was sitting by Jace's side, and of course, she turned to look at him, playfully took his ear as if she were 'sweetly caressing it' — actually was pinching and pulling it— and then leaned closer as to whisper to him.

“Jacaerys Velaryon. I thought we had talked about this. Isn't it too soon to father a child?” she whispered, clenching her teeth briefly at the end of her statement.

Poor Jace, he'll be nervously gulping and trying to act normal. But yeah, he kinda uhm, missed the part where he actually had to pull out. Got too carried away with the fervid moment of carnal love.

Anyways, you called a maester to check up on you; and indeed, you were with child.

Even if Rhaenyra is merely concerned because you are still young people that recently came to age, and she just wants you to have all the best safety in the world when it comes to pregnancies, our lovely girl Nyra is tremendously joyful to hear you are having a child together, and will soon be a grandma. She has zero doubts at all that you will be the best, and most caring parents ever.

Expect her to be by your side always. She will always recommend Jace how to treat you, how to show you love and support throughout your pregnancy, things to keep in mind, and of course, parenting tips. This not only goes for Jace, but for you as well. And she will be particularly attentive to you, taking the best of care for you, and helping you out with whatever you need: food cravings, warm baths to help you calm you down, names for the baby, preparations, etc.

And she is also the type of sweet mother-in-law to stick by your side before, during, and after the birth of your child BECAUSE THAT'S HOW PRECIOUSLY LOVING SHE ISSS 🥰🥰😭

And Jace? The best father ever. He will take his mother's wise advice about children very seriously, and will obviously use them on you. Taking care of you, giving you massages, tons of cuddlings and kisses, treating you even more softly, and offering you his hand and wholehearted support during the hard labour of the child.

Rhaenyra knows you'll be the best parents ever, and she's tremendously joyful to see you together so happy with your babe. Of course, she'll always be there to provide proper support and care <3

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slayfics · 1 year ago

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Explosive tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter six: Katsuki walks you home.

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The following class after the practical exam was full of misery for those who had failed. While the others wallowed in self-pity about not being able to go to the training camp due to failing their practical exam, you sat in your seat stoned-faced.

While you hadn't passed either, you didn't see a point in being so loud about it. Summer camp sounded awful anyway. Others tried to consul them and said maybe Aizawa had a twist, and maybe you would all still be allowed to go.

That was when Aizawa burst through the doors with an announcement. He revealed to the class that those who failed would indeed still be able to go to the summer camp. However, there were some extra classes you would have to take. You rolled your eyes while the others rejoiced in being able to go. Great, you thought. You'd still have to go AND have extra classes.

Part of you wished Aizawa hadn't tricked your class and you were staying. That was until your eyes wandered over to Katsuki remembering he would be going. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Aizawa had lied after all.

After class, Toru came up with the idea that the whole class should go shopping at the mall together to prepare for the summer camp. Everyone had seemed enthusiastic about the idea except for Shoto who said he had plans to visit his mom and Katsuki who was already making his way down the hall.

You made your way through your excited classmates to catch up to him when Eijiro called out to you both.

"Hey, you guys! I'll see you there right?" Eijiro asked, with a huge grin on his face.

Katsuki quickly denied stating he couldn't think of anything more boring.

"Sorry Kirishima, maybe next time," You turned around to reply then quickly left to follow after Katsuki.

"Not a mall person?" You asked after catching up to Katsuki.

"Not a people person," He replied. "Why aren't you going with the rest of the extras?"

You shrugged, "I don't really need to pick up anything."

Katsuki just grunted as you two made your way out of the school. To your surprise, he had slowed his pace a bit and wasn't walking as far in front of you.

"How did your practical go?" He asked, slowing his pace once again to walk beside you.

Katsuki had already been knocked out by All Might during your exam and you didn't mention you failed when you visited him in the recovery wing.

"Not good..." You said staring at the ground. "So, I'll be doing those extra classes during summer camp. At least Kirishima will be taking them too though."

"Hm, yeah I guess," He grumbled.

"Anyway, where is your place?" You asked as you realized Katsuki was walking farther than he usually would before splitting ways.

"Back that way," He replied, motioning with a nod.

"Oh-," You waited for an explanation as to why he was still walking even though he had passed his house but none came. "So, are you going somewhere else today then?" You asked confused.

"I'm walking you home idiot. A couple extras usually walk the same way as you but since they are all distracted by planning their dumb mall date they are still back at school," He explained.

"Oh, um... thank you," You said, face flushing a bit.

"Don't fucking thank me it's not a big deal."

The two of you walked the rest of the way to your place in silence.

"Well, I'll see you at the dumb summer camp I guess," Katsuki said before turning to leave backtracking to his own place.

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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For Survival

1.4k | Joel x f!Reader | masterlist

Consensual fucking between strangers. Sarah is not in the picture.

gif source: @dark-scape - hot t-shirt gif set

I will not simp for Joel Miller, I w- *smut explodes out of fingers*

It’s human nature to get excited by disaster and feel aroused by danger. Our bodies put us in a heightened state, allowing us to do what we need to do to survive. So when a hot, burly stranger manhandles you into his truck to evacuate, you understand the desire that floods your body, and you aren’t surprised when the feeling grows.

You keep replaying it in your mind - his big arm swinging that huge wrench. His gruff voice yelling, "get in the truck!" while you stand frozen. His strong arms wrapping around you, forcing you into the cab. The whiff of his musk when he buckles your seatbelt. His massive hand on your knee. The sincerity in his eyes when he reassures you it's going to be okay. His neck vein bulging as he shifts into drive and peels off.

It's just the two of you together. It’s hard to pry your eyes off Joel while he’s driving. His jeans fit a little too well, and his biceps are bursting out of his faded blue t-shirt.

He's talking, but it’s hard to listen to his plan when his voice is so fucking hot. For the past hour that you’ve been with him, you’ve only been getting wetter and warmer. You’re so hot for him that you finally have to take off your hoodie, leaving a thin tank top.

When you remove it, Joel does a double-take and checks out your body. You know that look. The arousal must have been bubbling under the surface. All it took was a glimpse to set it off. As you sit in traffic, he keeps looking over at you. You keep an eye on his tight ass jeans, and sure enough, a bulge is growing.

Traffic is at a total stand-still. Suddenly he’s much less decisive and focused.

“We need to find another way over to highway 71,” he says, furrowing his brow. “I can’t think–what’s between here–” He scratches his mustache with his fingers. “Fuck,” he says. The way he says it hardens your nipples. His voice could not be any sexier.

“Do you have a map?” you ask.

“There’s one in the tailgate,” he says. “Yeah,” he adds, thinking it through. “Let's pull off and get it out.”

His tan forearms flex as he veers off the road.

You ask, “Can you park somewhere I can pee while we’re at it?”

He parks in a secluded spot by the woods then unbuckles his seatbelt and sighs. His biceps bulge as he scratches the back of his neck and closes his eyes for a moment.

You’ve never been this desperate for anyone, ever. You've known him for an hour, but it feels like forever. You'd be dead if it weren't for him. Even on a normal day, he would be attractive, but the combination of the disaster and the way he saved you and was also rough with you at the same time . . . Your need for him is absurd, and your body can barely take it.

You feel him checking you out as you get out of the truck and go into the woods. When you return, he’s reading the map. Or trying to, at least.

As you get back into the cab of the truck, his eyes linger and rove your body.

He shakes himself out of it. “How familiar are you with this area?” he asks, pointing somewhere on the map.

“Can I see?” You lean over the stowaway console.

“Yeah, sorry.” He folds up the console and you slide over into the middle seat. Your arm brushes his and his face flushes.

"Ok, let's see here. . ." You’re looking at the map, but you’re so distracted that it’s just a bunch of lines and numbers. You suspect it might look the same to him.

He hands it over to you and you try your best to focus so you can read it. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as he digs his wrist into the bulge in his pants. His hips lift ever so slightly as he does it, and he sighs.

You feel a stab of need, and it's just too much. You inhale deeply and prepare to throw caution to the wind.

“Look, I’ll be honest," you say. "I can’t focus either. I’m too horny."

His eyebrows shoot up and he smiles slightly. “What was that?”

You sigh. “It’s totally normal in this situation,” you say. “It’s just, this part of the nervous system, it doesn’t always differentiate . . .” you trail off.

He inhales deeply and nods with a barely perceptible smile. There's a twinkle in his eye.

You continue. “And until enough blood returns to the brain, mental processing is going to be a challenge.”

He gazes lustily at you in silence for what feels like forever. Your eyelids are weak with desire. You fold up the map and flash your eyebrows as you set it aside.

“Fuck it,” he says, and starts unbuckling his belt. His voice is low and gruff. “For survival.”

He pauses and asks, “Did you wanna go back over there and give me a minute?” He turns to read your face. He has the deepest, most expressive eyes. You really won't be able to function until you fuck this man.

You shake your head subtly. “No,” you say, not breaking eye contact. Then, to clarify your intentions, you boldly add, "I'm on birth control." This isn't a handjob situation. Your body has a primal need for his cock.

His pupils dilate and his chest rises and falls.

He leans in and your breath hitches. His large hand cradles the back of your head, then your mouths smash together. His tongue parts your lips and your bodies pull together like magnets. You grab the hard bulge in his jeans and his hips thrust into your hand. He breaks the kiss with a gruff moan.

You ache so badly for him. You unbutton your pants and feverishly kick them and your underwear off. He pulls his jeans down.

His hips rise as you straddle him and your needy bodies come together. He's big. His clothed hardness throbs into your aching clit. You reach into his underwear and free his warm, stiff member. He's rock hard and pre-cum is already pearling at the swollen tip. His large, rough hands yank you up against him with a grunt. A tingling rush floods your body as your naked loins meet. He winces in pleasure and you softly moan.

His hips move, gliding his smooth, stiff cock along your dripping seam. God, it feels good. His swollen tip finds your entrance, and you're twitching as it nestles there. You search each other's eyes, then he pulls you down hard. He grunts as he parts your insides and fills you up.

Fuck, he's so hard. You rise up letting an inch out and he pulls you back down again. You feel it building in your core. It's even hotter than you've spent the last hour imagining.

His rough hands knead your hips. He controls the rhythm and pace. There's a sense of urgency, but no pleasure is sacrificed. He expertly thumbs your clit.

"You're incredible," he says, breathing heavily. The feeling is mutual. You look into his sad eyes before your faces meet again and you devour each other's mouths.

You fuck like your lives depend on it. His thrusts are powerful and animalistic, but smooth. It's like fucking is his purpose in life. You suppose it is, on an evolutionary level. You kiss sloppily, moaning into each other's mouths and cheeks. He manhandles you on his cock like your body is part of his. The pulsing pressure builds deep within you until it can't build anymore.

Pleasure explodes from your solar plexus and floods your whole body, releasing the tension in massive waves. You've never come so hard.

He groans as you contract around his cock, then he erupts inside you, his hips grinding into you slower. There’s something so raw about the way you both come, groaning unrestrained, letting it all out. Each pulse of his cock extends your climax, until finally you're both finished. His large hands relax on your hips and he slumps back into the seat and headrest.

He stays inside you as you catch your breath.

If you die tonight, tomorrow, next week - at least you had this.

Next Story (not showing up in tags?): for survival 2

#toxicanonymity ☠️#joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller/you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller/reader #tlou smut #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #sluttifiedbydisaster #sluttified!joel #joel smut #tlou joel #post nut clarity

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ficsandgiggles · 12 days ago

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The Giggly Perp (Jake x Amy)

Hello and Merry Christmas @gaybananabread! I’m your @squealing-santa for the year, I really hope you enjoy this fic and have a lovely festive holiday 🎄

Summary: Although he’s enjoying spending quality time with his son, Jake still feels bummed that he’s missing out on catching a serial killer he’s been chasing for a decade. So Amy decides to be a little silly to cheer him up.

Word count: 1063

Warnings: A teeny tiny mention of bedroom activity

Jake sighed as he sat on the couch after finally putting Mac down, he tried everything he could to ignore his phone as he knew that Charles was probably trying to tone down the excitement of a case that involved Johnny Franzia, a serial killer that Jake has been hunting down for ten years now.

Since the birth of their son, Jake and Amy were determined to juggle their personal and work lives, but it was proving to be almost impossible as both parents had huge things happening in their work lives, plus the lice outbreak at Mac’s nursery further added to the stress.

However, after some bickering between the pair, they agreed that Jake would stay at home with Mac whilst Amy got prepared to pitch her new police reform idea over at One Police Plaza.

Jake isn’t one to feel down very often, but when he does, it hits him hard. He felt like he was a bad detective, dad, friend and husband, not even Die Hard could cheer him up right now.

However, he forced himself to put on a smile when Amy came through the door, she was looking confident from her prep. But from being a sergeant, she could tell something was up with Jake.

“Babe? What’s going on?” She asked, immediately coming to sit down next to Jake, who just shook his head.

“Nothing, nothing, I’ve just put Mac to bed and it sounds like he’s settled so, we’re free for the evening now.” He replied, clearly a little distracted and just not himself.

“Okay well… I feel a little more relaxed about giving my pitch, everything seems to be in the right order and… yeah.” Amy replied, trying to keep a normal conversation before sighing.

“Jake, I know something’s up, what’s going on?” She offered.

Jake just sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m glad I chose Mac over the case but… I’m still bummed that I’m missing out, I bet Charles is blowing up my phone as we speak whilst attempting to be nonchalant. Which obviously for him is impossible.” He ranted as Amy rubbed his back.

“Hey, you never know, they could always catch the wrong guy or, there’s some admin error. You can still be involved in the case!” Amy tried to tell him to get him to be a bit more hopeful.

“They seem confident that they have their eye on the right guy, so it’s not gonna take long before they catch and get a confession out of him,” Jake replied defeatedly.

Amy sighed, trying to figure out a way to cheer her husband up. Since being a parent, she had allowed herself to dip into her silly, playful side even more so than when she started dating Jake, so she decided that silliness had a good chance of making him smile, so she gave it a go.

“Oh Jake, you may feel upset about missing out on finding Franzia but there’s still one perp on the loose that always leaves their victims…. Giggling…” Amy started with a small smirk on her face, trying to hold back her laughter when Jake looked genuinely confused, she could tell that he was trying to figure out who she was referring to.

“What? Who are you talking about?” He asked, getting even more confused when his wife leaned towards him, beginning to wonder if she was trying to get them to the bedroom.

“Oh they’ve been around for a long time, finding victims who are sad and need cheering up, and now they’re here for you…” she teased as she poked his side, causing the detective to jump and brush her hand away, beginning to catch on.

“Oh no no no don’t-“

“The tickle monster’s here!” Amy announced, pouncing and digging into his ribs, causing Jake to immediately burst into giggles, falling back onto the couch.

“And she’s not gonna let you go until you’re all cheered up!” She added, giggling fondly as she shook her fingers into his ribs, now sitting on his legs to avoid getting kicked in the face.

“STAHAHAHAP NAHAHAHAH!” Jake laughed out, wiggling from side to side, trying to be quiet for Mac’s sake but he was just too ticklish to be able to hide his laughter.

Amy grinned, now moving her hands down to squeeze the spot above his knees, kneading in rapidly to make Jake laugh hysterically. “But she’s loving your laugh, babe!” She teased, moving her squeezes up and down his thighs to get him to laugh harder.

Jake laughed helplessly, he had never expected things to go the way they had, but it was helping him take his mind off things, not that he’d ever admit it. His laughter simply got louder when Amy switched tactics and dug her fingers under his arms.

“Her attack is working! You’re cheering up!” Amy announced proudly, feeling incredibly fond of the fact that her husband was so ticklish, she was definitely going to use this against him in the future.

“AHAHAHAMY!” Jake laughed, squeezing his arms against his sides as he kicked out, his ticklishness completely taking over him but not necessarily hating it. Amy just smirked fondly and quickly moved back to his ribs, his most sensitive spot.

“Okaaaaay! I think the tickle monster has done her job and I have a feeling she’s gonna be back again at some point.” The sergeant winked and let him go, climbing off him and holding his hand to help him up.

Jake took in deep breaths, sitting up with a grin on his face, one that he couldn’t get rid of if he tried. “That was so mean…” he puffed out. Amy just giggled and nudged him.

“It worked though, didn’t it?” She teased, knowing that if Jake really hated it, he would’ve been trying harder to get away from her playful attack. He just rolled his eyes, shoving at her gently.

“No… maybe… whatever, I saved you some dinner, I’m gonna go heat it up for you,” Jake said quickly before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Amy just chuckled fondly, noting all of his ticklish spots and his nonchalant attitude to tickles in general. She had a feeling that the tickle monster was going to come out more often now, she was more than fine with that, and she knew that Jake would be too.

#brooklyn 99 tickle fic #brooklyn 99 tickle #ticklish!jake #ler!amy

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rachelsfav-queer · 7 months ago

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Alone

Summary: The one where Wednesday gets… nothing.

Warning: Heavy angst, happy ending, but so much pain before that

It started off just like every other day. Wednesday woke up in her dorm room and went about her morning schedule. But this time, something was off…

It took the seer only a second to realize… Enid’s not here. Now, Wednesday isn’t one to jump straight into a panic, but for the life of her, she absolutely cannot remember any possible reason that her blonde roommate wouldn’t be there.

Enid didn’t give her any heads up, nor were there any messages left on her phone explaining her strange absence.

Now… Wednesday’s panicking.

Wednesday quickly prepares for her day, making sure she’s still presentable while going as fast as she can. Once she’s done, the seer almost throws the door off its hinges as she bursts out of the dorm. Wednesday stomps her way through Nevermore's halls in search of her blonde roommate, her pace even more aggressive than usual. It's a terrifying sight for the other students and spare teachers, even for Wednesday Addams' standards.

Finally, Wednesday spots Bianca. Despite all their differences, the two girls have formed a type of bond with each other. At the very least, Bianca will be willing to help find Enid if she's truly lost somewhere. Wednesday quickly approaches the siren and immediately notes her strange body language.

Eye roll.

Scoff.

Body turned in preparation of a confrontation.

There's something off.

"Barclay, I need your help," Wednesday demands in her signature dead tone, the slightest hint of worry giving away her true feeling of desperation.

"Oh, you need help?" Bianca turns to properly face the seer, "Well, I have to admit, that's a new one. Seriously, me? Help you? Why... would I do that, exactly?"

"Enid wasn't in our dorm this morning, I think she might be missing or in some form of danger."

Once again, Bianca scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah, cause you care so much about Enid's safety, right?"

Wednesday feels a flash of rage shoot through her as she takes a threatening step towards the other girl, "What did you just say to me, Barclay?"

The siren raises an eyebrow, "You're kidding, right? You don't have any right to be offended. You're the one that pushed her away with your ego and all the bullshit you put her through."

Wednesday is about to rebut against Bianca’s claims, but is distracted by something in the corner of her eye. The seer turned away from the siren, who scoffed in annoyance at being ignored, but Wednesday was too focused on what she saw to even pretend to care. She walks towards one of the open entrances to the quad… and what she sees drives a rusty metal stake through her heart.

Wednesday can hardly fathom the sight in front of her, it doesn’t make sense. What in the seven circles of hell is Enid doing… kissing Yoko Tanaka? Wednesday is simply frozen in place, her breathing shallow, as she watches the werewolf and vampire sitting on the side of the fountain in the middle of the quad, making out with each other as if they aren’t in plain view of the whole damned school. The raven doesn’t even realize she’s crying until she lets out a huge gasp, alerting all the other students in the quad to her shattered presence, including the two girls who have just broken her heart.

Strangely, Yoko and Enid look at Wednesday with concern, genuine concern, in their eyes, even while the rest of the students around them glare at Wednesday as if she was some serial child murderer. In fact, Yoko and Enid are the only ones who seem to be looking at Wednesday with any kindness at all. Wednesday doesn’t hear anything past the ringing in her ears, but she sees Enid standing up and walking towards her quickly, her mouth moving to form her name, but Wednesday still can’t hear anything. She feels the blonde girl lay her hands gently on her shoulders and shake her just as gently, the taller girl still saying her name, though it looks like she’s screaming now as her face is twisted up in fear and concern.

Suddenly, Wednesday’s hearing returns and the only thing she hears is Enid shouting her name, “Wednesday? WEDNESDAY! WEDNESDAY WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP, YOU NEED TO- WEDNESDAY!!”

The raven wakes up sobbing, and immediately clings to the closest source of warmth, a body so familiar, soft and strong at the same time. She notices the scent first, a familiar body wash mixed with a perfume that belonged to herself. Wednesday wraps herself around the body, not understanding where she is yet, but recognizing the safe feeling produced by whoever she’s clinging to currently. She can hear her own voice sobbing loudly, shouting out pleas and begs into the warm shirt in front of her face. Desperate pleas for a certain werewolf not to leave her, to please please please forgive her and to just stay and give her another chance. And every plea is met with a gentle hand stroking her hair along with an even more gentle voice telling her that she’s right there and she wasn’t leaving, ever.

Wednesday continues sobbing for so long, her mind not registering how much time passes. But the body, the voice, doesn’t leave her. She keeps her promise, she never leaves. Eventually, Wednesday’s sobs slow down to tears which slow down to tiny sniffles, though her body still shakes as if she were bare naked in a blizzard. But the arms around hold her tightly, and she’s never felt warmer. The tiny seer slowly pulls her head away from the warm chest to look up at whoever’s holding her. She only feels a slight touch of surprise when she sees that it’s Enid holding her, wearing her purple set of pajamas, and as Wednesday quickly glances around, she notices they’re both in Enid’s bed. Looking back at the blonde werewolf, Wednesday speaks in a torn and tiny voice, “E- Enid?”

Enid smiles warmly despite the deep concern swimming in her eyes, and responds in a gentle whisper, “Hey Willa. Yeah, it’s me. I’m here. You’re okay, we’re safe. We’re together, Wednesday.”

“Where- are we… I don’t…” Wednesday stumbles hopelessly, trying to find her place in the universe again. Thankfully, the taller girl sees her struggle and helps guide her back to reality.

“We’re in our room, Wends, at Nevermore. We’re in bed, I think it’s like… two in the morning? We’re cuddling, like always. You saw, we’re in my bed after I begged you like, all day yesterday,” Enid giggles softly, the sound melting even more of the tension in Wednesday’s body, and Enid continues, “I woke up a few minutes ago or so, you were breathing way too fast and you kept throwing your head back and forth, you looked like you were having a nightmare, and not an enjoyable one. Then you started saying my name and so I tried to wake you. When you did, you were begging me to stay, saying you were sorry for something and you were crying so hard. I’ve… never seen you like that, Willa. Do you… want to talk about it? Your nightmare?”

Wednesday swallowed harshly, looking away for only a moment before realizing that she couldn’t see Enid like that and immediately looked back at her. Letting out a sigh, Wednesday timidly explains the horrid dream, one that not even an Addams could enjoy. She explains the terror of not being able to find Enid, the pangs of guilt at Bianca’s accusations, and finally the devastating feeling of heartbreak and betrayal she suffered from the sight of seeing Enid kissing Yoko. Enid barely holds back her own tears as she swiftly pulls Wednesday into a bone-crushing hug, and Wednesday returns it with just as much passion, the two girls crying together in silence.

Finally, Enid pulls back after pressing a firm kiss atop Wednesday’s hair, and she makes the shorter girl look her in the eyes, “Oh Willa… I’m so sorry-” her voice breaks again, “I can’t imagine how scary that must’ve been for you, sweetie. Wednesday, I swear to you on everything that I have ever loved and cared about, I will never leave you again. Okay? Gods, I never knew… how badly that night affected you, baby girl.”

Wednesday doesn’t cringe at the pet names, but instead furrows her brow in confusion, leading Enid to explain, “The night of our argument? Your birthday, remember? Shit… I can’t believe that was your birthday. Listen Wednesday, I can’t apologize for doing what I did. It was necessary, I needed time to figure myself out and you needed to understand how your actions hurt the people around you that care about you. But baby… I think this nightmare just goes to show that we haven’t actually talked about that night. And because of that, you haven’t properly worked through how it all made you feel. And that’s not healthy, mi luna! Look, right now isn’t the right time to have a deep conversation about everything, but later, at least once the sun is up, we’ll talk about it, okay? Right now, we’re gonna cuddle and snuggle super duper tight like two girlfriends who love each other more than anything else in the whole world. You have no choice, BTW, I’ve already decided.”

All Wednesday can do is nod, and bury herself in Enid’s chest again. With a simple “okay” the two girls do just that, cuddle together for the rest of the night. And when the sun rises, they take a bath together and then get ready for the day ahead of them. A conversation long past due awaits them. But for now, it’s just them, alone together.

End <3

(Note: So I kinda abandoned this for a while back in January, but scrolling through my drafts, I found it and decided to finish it. I did rush the end of the nightmare a bit because honestly, I wasn’t feeling as angsty as I was when I first started writing this lol. ANYWAY! I hope y’all enjoyed!)

#my writing #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka #out of character.#angst with a happy ending #heavy angst #fluff #lots of fluff #hurt/comfort #wednesday fic #wednesday netflix #wednesday series

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cfierce116 · 1 year ago

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I Want You Around

A/N: Sooooooooo I haven't done this in a verrryyyyyy loooonnnnggggg tiiiimmmmmeeeee. Writer's block/real life circumstances/and self doubt is a bitch. But a burst of inspiration hit me out of nowhere and this is what I came up with. Let's see where this goes. S/O to @lisayourworries for staying on my ass & @krysxtotheo for the constant thirst chats about The Bloodline.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+, hint of smut but not too much.....for now

*Word Count: Approximately 1900 words

************************************************************************“Krys you awake?”

“No.”

Chocolate brown eyes rolled as a soft giggle filled the room. The woman laying next to the muscular body turned to face her bed companion, resting her head on top of her arm. Her gaze landed on the side profile of her boyfriend’s face, his expression unchanging.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“That can’t be good,” Krys joked with a small smile. She reached out and placed her index finger on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. “What’s on your mind Sefa?”

“Us.”

“Us?” Krys asked with a raise of her perfectly arched brow. “What about us?”

Silence filled the room as Sefa studied the woman’s face, his eyes unreadable. Krys felt her palms start to perspire despite being completely nude under the lightweight bed sheet, the air conditioner nestled in the window rumbling lowly above the bed her and Sefa laid in. Despite being in a relationship with one another for a little over a year, most times Sefa was a puzzle that Krys couldn’t solve. He mostly kept to himself not allowing many people to penetrate the hardened exterior that he constructed to conceal his innermost thoughts and emotions.

Krys, however, was different.

From the moment he laid eyes on her on his first day at NXT as she prepared to take his introductory photo after he joined the company he was enamored with her. From her infectious giggle to the way her light brown eyes sparkled when she watched him ringside performing as she snapped pictures to the way her body melted under his firm but loving touch whenever they made love, Krys had managed to do the one thing that no other woman before her could do.

She turned him into a pile of mush.

That could be the only explanation as to why he was even considering this proposition. His brain was screaming at him that he was taking a huge risk and to slow down. There was no need to make such a hasty decision at this stage of their relationship. They needed more time to get to know one another to strengthen their bond. Things were great the way they were currently going. So why change what wasn’t broken?

However, despite all of the valid reasons his brain created he couldn’t ignore his gut telling him he was making the right choice.

Sefa parted his lips to speak before Krys’s shaky exhale interrupted his thoughts. She fully sat up in the bed, using the sheet as a temporary shield to hide her breasts that were decorated with of a spattering of Sefa’s teeth marks.

“Sefa, I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?”

Krys nodded and ran a hand through her curly blondish brown hair, pushing it away from her face. “Yeah. You’re gonna say that you care about me but you need to focus on your career now. You just got called up to the main roster and that requires a lot of focus and you can’t handle being distracted with a semi long distance relationship while I still work down at NXT.”

“Krys-"

“And I get it. This has been a dream of yours before we even knew one another. So it hurts but I completely understand it.”

“But-“

“You’re a great guy and I want the best for you. I truly mean that. Even if it means we have to break up.”

Sefa’s head jerked towards Krys, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Break up? You think I want to break-"

“I really should get going,” Krys interrupted as she swung her legs out of the bed, her foot touching the hardwood floor to look for her slipper. Before her other foot could do the same, Sefa’s large hand darted out and gently grabbed her wrist and halting her movements. Krys shivered at his touch, a chill running the length of her body and making her nipples harden instantly.

“Move in with me.”

Krys’s lips parted slightly as her eyes widened before darting to look at Sefa who was staring intently at her.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna break up with you Krystle. I want you to move in with me.”

The couple held each other’s stare waiting for the other one to speak. Krys cracked first, clearing her throat softly. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…I mean we’re…well…honestly Sefa I didn’t think that was an option,” she admitted softly. Her gaze fell to her lap and she shrugged. “You just don’t seem like the type that would want a woman living with you and being around 24/7. You’re kinda of a loner.”

A soft chuckle fell from Sefa’s full lips. “True.”

“And things are going really well between us. Sure the new adjustment of you being on the road weekly is a new challenge but besides that we’re pretty solid.”

“Is that so? Well why did you automatically assume I wanted to break up with you a few minutes ago?” Sefa asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

Krys shrugged. “I mean if your boyfriend tells you that they’ve been thinking about your relationship late at night it typically aren’t good thoughts.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “So you don’t want to break up with me?”

“I love you Krys why would I want to break up with you?”

Sefa watched as relief flushed over Krys’s face, another small exhale slipping from her lips at his admission. She slipped out from underneath the sheets and started to pace back and forth in front of the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but study the naked frame in front of him, her full breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took as her hips swayed from side to side. He subconsciously bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on her supple ass, the moonlight streaming into his room accentuating her caramel hued skin that was prickled with various stretch marks that he loved to trace with his tongue any chance he got. Not only was Krys the most beautiful and sexiest woman he laid eyes on but she also one of the nicest people he knew. As corny as it fuckin sounded she was one of the rare people that managed to lighten anybody’s life that she came in contact with. She was extremely compassionate and charming and could crack the toughest person she encountered, her contagious personality causing people to constantly want to be in her presence.

Sefa was a prime example of that.

When he finally got signed by WWE, Sefa main goal was to add to his family’s rich wrestling legacy. He knew he had big shoes to fill based on the amount of Hall of Famers in his family and the current legacy his brothers and cousin were crafting at that very moment. Sefa told himself that failure was not an option. Being less than great was not a choice. And he was willing to put in the work to carve his own legacy that would be praised for decades to come.

But the moment he met Krys, his goals shifted.

Sure he still wanted to become one of the greats in his family. But now he slowly found himself thinking about what he wanted his life outside the ring to look like. And every fantasy included Krys. Marrying her. Having kids with her. Growing old with her. Loving her until he took his last breath.

But those fantasies couldn’t become a reality if the naked woman in front of him wasn’t on board.

“You don’t seem happy about my request.”

Krys stopped pacing back and forth at the sound of disappointment in Sefa’s voice and turned to face him. “Baby it’s not that I’m not happy. I just want to make sure this is something you truly want. What if we move in together and it ruins what we have now? I don’t want to lose you.”

Sefa stood to his feet and climbed out of his bed, taking large strides towards Krys before he finally reached her. His muscular arms wrapped around her body pulling it plush against his chest as he dropped a kiss on her temple. Krys’s arms automatically opened to hug him back, her body relaxing in his embrace.

“Krys I don’t wanna lose you either. But I also know that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You’re right I’m a loner and stay to myself. I keep most people at a distance. But Krystle Washington you’re not one of those people. I want to come home from the road with you waiting for me to talk my ear off about whatever gossip from those housewives shows you watch that you read that day. Or to wake up every single morning and watch you test every last bit of resolve I have while doing your daily yoga routine in the living room. I want all that sappy shit in those rom com movies that you force me to watch with you and only you.”

Krys scoffed. “Stop lying I do not force you to watch those movies with me. You love them just like I do,” she said with a giggle.

Sefa smirked. “What I love more is watching them with you. I love spending time with you baby.” He pulled away from the embrace and titled Krys’s head upward so they could lock eyes once again. “Admit it I make a compelling argument.”

Krys couldn’t stop the small grin from appearing on the corners of her lips as Sefa’s words resonated in her mind. It wasn’t like she already didn’t spend all of her free time at his place. Financially it made sense to agree to his request so she could stop paying rent for a place that she had barely slept in since the moment her and Sefa became intimate a few months prior. There was no denying how head over heels she was for him and the mere thought of taking this leap with him and moving to the next stage of their relationship excited her. But it was still a huge decision she had to think about. And seeing as how the two of them were currently holding each other’s naked bodies, his penis slowly awakening and slapping her inner thigh she knew it was not the right circumstance to think clearly.

“I’m not saying no.” She held up her index finger as a wide smile spread across Sefa’s face. “But I’m not saying yes either. Not yet anyway. I’m just saying give me some time to think about it babe.”

Sefa nodded. “Ok that’s fair enough.”

Before Krys could say anything else, Sefa dipped his head and captured her lips in a smoldering kiss. She felt the wind slowly evaporate from her body as she quickly became lightheaded. She placed her small palms on Sefa’s chest to steady herself as his tongue slid out of his mouth and expertly pried the seams of her full lips before quickly tangling with her tongue. His hands fell to her round ass and squeezed generously eliciting a loud moan from Krys. Her thighs instinctively parted as the heat rushed to her pussy causing it to throb without being touched and begged for attention. Sefa’s arms suddenly scooped Krys’s body into a fireman’s carry and he slowly walked back to the bed without their lips parting, planning to spend the next few hours to convince her to take him up on his offer.

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builtbybrokenbells · 1 year ago

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11 with Danny pleaseee! <3

Prompt list here

Person A noticing person B is getting overwhelmed and helping them out.

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting and I’m so sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!! ♥️

“God dammit!” You exclaimed over the sound of shattering glass. The small crystals that once formed a dinner plate dramatically scattered themselves across the floor, taunting you as you felt the heat of embarrassment begin to embellish your cheeks. Tears of frustration started to prickle your eyes and you looked down over your still full hands at the mess below you. It was no comfort when the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you clamber to the sink and quickly place the rest of the dishes down safely.

“Bug?” The familiar voice that usually sounded with comfort cut through you like a knife. You placed your hands on the edge of the counter to support your weight as you felt the tears slowly spill over your burning cheeks. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I…” you began, feeling your lip quiver at the thought of him worrying about you. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just slipped out of my hand, is all. Don’t worry about it.” You finished, your statement coming out much stronger than you thought it would.

“It’s okay, I’ll grab a broom.” He offered.

“No, it’s okay, Danny. Go back to the living room, I can clean it up. I made the mess, anyway.” You sighed, lifting your hand to your face and wiping away the mess of mascara that was surely there. The last thing you wanted was to distract him from the company he had been so excited to have over.

He’d been talking about this specific Friday night for weeks. After months of nonstop meetings, recording, and bouts of touring, he was looking forward to finally having a day where him and his band mates weren’t required to do anything at all. The plans were set in stone, all but carved into the wall in scripture with the way he’d been radiating excitement over it, and you were more than happy to go along with them. You loved company, and you loved Danny, so it was almost blasphemy for you to have any ill feelings about a night like such. That would be true if this Friday were a normal Friday, but it had been anything but normal, so far.

When you woke, you had the intent of cleaning the house in preparation for a fun weekend of absolutely nothing, which was exactly what you and Danny wanted. When you crawled out of bed, you left him sleeping peacefully with no urge to wake him any time soon. When you walked downstairs to start your deep cleaning, you noticed a puddle of water by the sink. A pipe had sprung a leak throughout the night, and although it wasn’t a huge mess or a difficult fix, it was a poor way to start the day. You cleaned it, patched it, and were able to forget it ever happened before Danny even woke for the day. No harm, nor foul. You continued on like normal, mindlessly picking away at the other tasks on your to-do list. When it came time to run to the store and pick up all of the items you needed, you went to your car only to find you had locked your keys inside it the night before. After a moment of panic, you retrieved the spare set once you remembered they existed.

The store was fine, it had everything you needed, which was a huge relief. Things seemed like they were starting to look up until you got back in your car to drive home. That was when you noticed the gas gauge was threatening empty. You made it to the nearest gas station on fumes, and dropped your phone in the parking lot. It cracked the screen, but thankfully, it still worked. On a normal day, one or two of the inconveniences would not have fazed you at all. But, all four in the span of a morning seemed a bit excessive, leaving you cursing the universe for a few brief moments. When you got home, you vowed to brighten your spirits and put on a smile, more worried about ruining Danny’s mood than fixing your own. By the time you got back, he had gotten out of bed, but was sitting at the kitchen table with sleep still laced in his expression and a cup of coffee much too small to fix his months worth of sleep deprivation.

The sight of him alone was enough to warm your heart, to patch up any lingering wounds from the mornings unexpected happenings. You two cleaned together, talked, and shared excitement over the night that was bound to be good. But, you always failed to realize that pressure was not how a night full of good memories was made, and it inevitably caught up to you. By the time the boys arrived, dinner was not finished and you still had a mental list of things you wished you could have completed. You shooed Danny and his band mates away to allow them some much needed rest and relaxation while you bustled to cover your trail of chores that you hadn’t yet gotten done. You should have known that rushing wouldn’t get you anywhere, but in attempt to sit down faster, you had forgotten about the tray of cookies you threw in the oven after dinner was taken out to cool.

With the smell of burnt cookies lingering in the air, you couldn’t even seem to enjoy the meal you’d made, leaving you antsy to get up and away from everyone. As soon as the plates were cleared, you ushered everyone off once again, to have fun and drink while you did the dishes. In the midst of burying yourself in cleanup, you had tried to cut a corner and pile the dishes in your arms to make one trip to the sink. It worked well at first, but ultimately the top plate slipped, leading into the exact situation you found yourself in, now.

“Just because it’s your mess doesn’t mean I can’t help.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Before you could protest, he had slipped away and was off to find a broom. The crushing guilt of making him work on a much needed day off was overwhelming. You had tried so hard all day to make sure he didn’t have to do anything extraneous, and now he was stuck helping you while his best friends were laughing in the other room. Within minutes, he was back, sweeping up the glass with the utmost of caution, sure to not miss even a sliver. “Take your slippers off, make sure there’s none stuck to the bottom of them.” He said, finally looking up and noticing that you hadn’t yet moved from your position. “Hey,” he said, dumping the mess of shattered plate into the garbage bin. He discarded the broom, less worried about damage control, and most worried about you.

You felt his hand on your back. It was large, warm, and radiated love just with a simple touch. He gently turned you to face him, immediately noticing the puffy eyes and red nose. He lifted your chin, softly guiding you to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, not only embarrassed over the mess you had made, but embarrassed for crying over a broken plate.

“No apologies needed.” He whispered, the corners of his lips upturning into a small, reassuring smile. “No need to cry over a broken plate, and no need to feel bad about anything.” He leaned down, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed, grateful that you had someone so willing to give you so much love, all of the time. “You need to take a break. You’ve been running around all day.” He said, his thumb drifting over your cheek as he spoke. “I should have helped more.”

“No, it’s okay.” You assured him. “Just tried to do too much at once, I promise I’m okay.”

“You’re overwhelmed, bug. You could’ve hurt yourself, and nobody wants that.” He said, pulling you into a hug. With your face pressed into his chest, you finally felt the tension that had been building all day come to a sudden halt. You held on to him tighter than you ever had before, surrounding yourself in him. He seemed to make everything better without even having to try.

“Ijustwantedyoutohaveagoodday.” The words were jumbled, barely audible due to your face being smooshed into his chest. He let out a chuckle, pulling back slightly to give you a chance to speak. “I just wanted you to have a good day,” you sighed, repeating yourself so he could hear you. “You’ve been working so hard, and you were so excited to just relax today, and I wanted to make sure you got that. I didn’t want to bother you, or anything.” The look he gave you surpassed shock.

“Bother me?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Never.” He shut the idea down before it could grow into anything more. “And I did have a good day, y/n. Still am. You know why?”

“Why?” You answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because of you.” He said, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I get to wake up to you every morning, so every day is good. And the only way I have a really good day is when I know you’re okay, too.” You felt your eyes brimming with tears again, but not from the overwhelming amount of work you had piled on yourself; it was because of how loved he made you feel. “I want you to ask for help when you need it. I’d rather work hard together for twenty minutes instead of you getting overwhelmed while trying to do it all yourself.”

“I love you,” you said, finally feeling a smile creep up on you.

“I love you.” He said, more sure of those three words than anything else in the world. “Now it’s your turn to relax. Have a glass of wine, sit down, laugh for a while.”

“I only have a few more things to do, I promise I’ll come join in a minute.”

“Ah,” he warned, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes, but ultimately knew that there was no point in arguing.

“Fine.” You agreed. A triumphant smile graced his lips as he leaned down for a kiss. When his lips met yours, all of your stress melted away almost instantly. He was reluctant to pull away, so when he did, he stole another quick peck before straightening up.

“I’ll do the dishes tomorrow, and you can stay in bed all day, if you want. From now on, tonight’s about cheering you up.” He said.

“Danny-“

“Hey!” He cut you off, a chuckle following the sharp word. “Making sure you’re okay is exactly how I want to spend my night. When you’re happy, I’m happy.” Your heart swelled with affection for the boy in front of you. He raised an eyebrow, anticipating your answer. You let out a giggle, but nodded in agreement. “Seriously, take those slippers off, though. Just in case.”

“Oh, yeah.” You said, quickly shuffling out of them and leaving them where they were. He turned to the fridge, opening it and quickly locating a bottle of wine. He flashed it to you, paired with a smile that was sweeter than sugar, hoping for a stamp of approval. When you reached out to grab it, he knew you were feeling better.

You joined his side, reaching for his hand as he closed the fridge front. “Don’t ever be scared to ask for help, okay?” You gave a curt nod, knowing that you should have said something much sooner. “I love you.” He repeated it again, just to make sure you knew.

“I love you, too.” But it was impossible not to know it. He showed it in every word, action, and expression. Danny radiated love, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the whole world, because you were the one who got to receive it.

danny is so boyfriend and literally for WHAT.?

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