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yelenaslyubov · 14 days ago

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I Don’t Bite

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a/n: two fics in one week? two fics back to back? who am i🫣this was so fun to write! you can probably tell by now, found family is one of my favorite things to write, hence why a lot of my fics have so many MCU characters in them. i hope you enjoy <3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ pairing: yelena belova x reader

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ warnings: heavy flirting, language (but i honestly don’t remember), fluffyyy

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ description: on the day of the avengers annual fall family get together, you spend your time baking and watching football commence. during the usual bonfire, the cold leaves you seeking the warmth of another avenger you have a dirty little secret with.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2k

When the leaves are at their peak orange glow and it’s just cold enough to stay outside, Steve named it our “Family Fall Festival” weekend. You, along with the rest of the Avengers never celebrated Thanksgiving. This was due to the foundational ideas of it along with the fact that the Avengers were a melting pot of different cultures and places. There was no point in celebrating.

Instead, the team had made their own holiday that consisted of baking, games, gossiping, a large feast, drinking, and a large bonfire to end the day. It was a way to create your very own fall holiday under different premises.

For the majority of the day, you spent time with Wanda in the kitchen baking. You baked everything from apple pie to shortbread cookies. People came and went all day, snatching up different delectables to eat on their way to their next destination.

Since the Avengers really were your family combined with your coworkers, it was nice to have a day with no chaos and only love.

The sun was going down now, signaling the near ending of a wonderful day. You were finishing up your last batch of chocolate chip cookies when you watched some of the guys play a rough game of football. Though they did it every year, you weren’t sure why they continued since it always ended in a fight.

This time was no different as you watched Peter get tackled to the ground by an angry Pietro. There was no way that one did not hurt. You may be Avengers, but you sure as hell still bleed.

You walked down to the field below the compound to see what was the matter. Peter was laying on the ground with a crowd around him.

“That was awesome!” You heard Rocket’s distinctive voice shout.

“Guys, it’s not funny, he’s hurt,” Carol said concerningly.

“I swear I did not mean to hit you that hard, it just… happened,” Pietro explained.

Peter groaned while laying stiff in pain. “Yeah, for sure. The guy with super speed didn’t mean to run full speed ahead into my body…”

“He’s got a point,” you said. Regardless of the situation, you tried to hide your laughter due to Peter’s attempt at being upset.

In the distance, you saw Yelena, Nat, Kate, and Valkyrie huddled next to each other. The thing that stood out most was Yelena’s laughter that resembled the honk of a goose. She was completely bent out of shape chuckling until she was red in the face.

This might do you in for good, and then you would be a terrible friend. You couldn’t stand there and laugh in Peter’s face, so you chose to walk away instead. You found yourself next to Drax, the worst person to be near if you’re trying to be serious. You hoped this time it might be different.

He had his hand buried in a bag of chips and was staring in the distance. You stood next to him and watched as Peter started to get back on his feet. Once he stood up, you noticed the large and noticeable patch of mud that was spread on the back of his pants.

Once Drax caught wind of Peter’s pants, his loud laughter soon followed. He abandoned his bag of chips and clapped his hands together as he lost all control of his body.

“His pants!” he yelled. “They have… they have poop on them! HAHA!” He tried to speak between his wheezing and screaming but it was no use.

“I’m going to take Peter inside, why don’t you guys start the fire,” Steve suggested while grabbing one of Peter’s shoulders and guiding him inside.

“Ooo, you guys are in trouble,” Kamala said.

“You can’t lie, it was a little funny,” you chuckled.

“Oh absolutely, it was hilarious!”

After the fun around Peter's accident had died down, everyone made their way over to the large fire pit that was reserved for the bonfire. Surrounding the pit were several wooden chairs and logs that had been strategically placed to feel the fire’s warmth.

The stars were starting to make their appearance in the sky which meant it was time to start up the fire. Bucky, Sam, and Clint started to work their magic starting the fire with the several dozen large logs that already resided in the pit. Some of the guys spent the morning chopping down a tree or two and splitting logs in preparation for tonight.

In a few minutes, there were sparks flying around the logs until each one was lit aflame. Soon, the fire’s heat was spreading around to everyone, except for you apparently.

You looked around at the faces circling the fire; Agatha and Rio sat far behind the group, Nat and Wanda were now sitting together, and some of the guys were huddling around in a group conversing and laughing.

Though the fire exerted much warmth, you still found yourself shivering underneath your coat. Just in time, Peter was walking towards you in the distance.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“As good as I can be.” He sat down on the log next to you with a groan. “At least it’s a nice night huh?”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said between shivers.

“Oh no, are you cold?”

“Uh, just a tad.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

You expected him to drape part of the blanket he had around him over you, but he did no such thing. Peter was your best friend, but most of the time he was clueless.

“Well, I’m gonna go sit with some of the guys. I’ll catch you later.” Peter awkwardly waved goodbye as you laughed to yourself at his oblivion.

You took this as an opportunity to get up and move to a chair closer. Since most people claimed the chairs before the logs, the only chair that was left was the wooden two-seater chair made for two people.

You sat down closer to the fire and tried to cozy up. You regretted not bringing a blanket down from your room and you were far too lazy to walk all the way back up to find one.

Deciding on just suffering the consequences, you stayed by the fire with only your coat for comfort. To your dismay, warmth still did not find you. You were starting to think you should go inside when the chair next to you creaked.

You looked to your left to find Yelena sitting down, one of the last people you had thought of.

“Cold?” she asked sarcastically. You knew Yelena well enough to know it was sarcasm from the get go.

You knew Yelena, but most everyone else would say otherwise. Based on a decision between the two of you, you opted to keep the relationship between you secret.

You and Yelena had been dating in private for around a year now. You both felt that it would be better to work under the circumstances that you weren’t forming a strong personal relationship. This became hard as time went on, especially now that certain people started to catch on. This was reinforced when you looked across the fire to see Kate, Valkyrie, and Carol staring between you and Yelena with a smirk.

“Uh, what are you doing over here?” you asked her nervously.

“So you’re not cold?”

“No, I’m very cold actually, but-”

“Then no more talking.” Immediately, she unwrapped the thick blanket from around her shoulders and tossed it over you and her own lap. The gesture made you smile and her blatentness made you laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“And you did not answer mine… at first at least.”

“Exactly, which means you get to answer my question next,” you smiled devilishly.

“Can’t a woman just sit where she pleases? This is America after all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché, Yelena.”

You usually spent your time staring at her from afar, or catching glimpses while you were paired on missions, but it wasn’t very often you saw her in her natural form.

Her cheeks were glowing bright and hot as the reflection of the fire casted shimmering shadow. Even though her hair was a mess most of the time, it was still perfectly laid and complimented the rest of her so perfectly. And even though she was wearing a sweatshirt that was clearly too big for her and sweatpants to match, she was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Having Yelena close like this around everyone else was dangerous. Times like these, all you wanted to do was pull her close and take in everything about her.

You could feel Yelena scoot a little bit closer to you. She knew how easily you could be flustered, so it didn’t help when she slipped her hand under the blanket to find yours.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, as if anyone could hear you anyway.

“What, I can’t hold your hand now? I don’t bite, you know,” Yelena huffed, adding a playful smirk at the end. “Well… most of the time.”

You smacked her arm. “Yelena, not here!”

“I’m sorry! How can I not when you look like that?”

Her admiration made you blush. Even with the warmth from the fire, Yelena couldn’t mistake the red spreading all over your cheeks. She took your hand more firmly and squeezed it.

She leaned in towards your face and brought her lips to your ears. “I’ve missed you, detka.”

Her mother tongue never fails to make you shiver. It made it even worse when she decided to bring it out around others.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered.

You stole a long look into her hazel eyes. Her lashes hung low as the day dragged on, giving her a dazed look that you loved. Things felt so much more normal like this than in secret, though you both knew it was for the best.

You heard snickering and you looked across the fire to see Valkyrie, Carol, and Kate giggling to each other and staring at the two of you. Yelena gave them a nice middle finger to shut them up, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the attention of the two of you being seen together.

Once the three of them stopped their mocking, Yelena turned her attention back to you. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear, she lifted your hand to her lips and gave it a quick kiss.

You couldn’t resist any longer and leaned against her body. She had the perfect balance of strength and comfort.

“Have I ever mentioned that you smell amazing?” you asked Yelena.

“Maybe like once or twice,” Yelena smirked.

Instead of holding your hand, Yelena moved her hand to rest on the skin of your back. She scratched up and down and drew small circles. At this rate, you would be asleep within the next few minutes.

Your assumption was correct, her affection making your eyes heavy. For once, you finally felt warm all throughout, a feeling you had been craving all day.

When you awoke again, your surroundings were dark, indicating the fire had gone out. Looking up, you saw Yelena looking up at the stars wide awake. Somehow, you had ended up with your head in her lap.

You slowly sat up and looked around. The party seemed to be over, as the two of you were the only ones left.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Yelena greeted you.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Long enough for everyone to stare at you while you slept with your head on me.”

You groaned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, why are you saying sorry?”

“I don’t know, I guess because of the whole secrecy thing.”

Yelena stared at you harder. “If I can love you in secret, I can love you just as loud for everyone to see.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You took your chance and grabbed the side of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Oh how you had missed the taste of her.

She left a kiss on your cheeks and your forehead to top it off. “Let’s go inside then, hmm? The party has just begun,” she smiled.

“You really know how to make every situation dirty, don’t you?”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

With the cold autumn chill and stars to guide you, Yelena led you back inside the compound after the end of the most perfect day.

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year ago

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@angstflayer-council 24 hour writing challenge!

prompt: forest | word count: 1,233 | rated: G

The town of Hawkins is laid out weird.

The richest neighborhoods built with maybe a couple hundred yards of forest between them and the Forest Hills trailer park.

“I don’t want to see that rubbish out my window.” Steve’s mother would say as she closed all the blinds at the back of the house come winter. Something beyond the bare trees that Steve could never see, and she didn't want to.

“You be careful in those woods now, Eddie. Don’t wanna see ya gettin’ hurt.” Wayne would warn. Never telling him to stay out, just a “Be careful.” since he knew Eddie would go no matter what.

That couple hundred yards of forest was Steve’s favorite place to go; it was Eddie’s favorite place to go.

At the halfway point between their homes, they made a place all their own. The place they met.

Whenever Steve felt alone, he would go to their spot.

Whenever Eddie felt like a burden, he would go to their spot.

Steve wouldn’t be alone, and Eddie could never be a burden to his friend.

They would play there together in the spring when Eddie would visit for Easter, all summer long when Steve was on break from school (Eddie too, visiting his Uncle for the season). During the short extra hours of Thanksgiving before they would have to go back for dinner. Every bright, freezing day of winter break.

Every day was some sort of adventure, either one that Eddie’s uncle had read to him about from those Ring Lord books he loved, or an adventure all his own! Eddie was always telling some sort of story.

The short hills and valleys became foxholes, sticks and branches were swords and bows, giant spoons to stir a potion of mud and bugs, the walls of a fort just for them.

“Hear ye, Hear ye! Beloved denizens of Harringson county, Fort Steddie is now complete!” Eddie declared loudly, putting the last leafy branch onto the lopsided roof. It was the summer after Eddie officially moved to Hawkins. They were 11.

“Steddie?”

Eddie jumps down from the tree he’d latched onto to get up to the roof and pushes the short curls he’s managed to grow back since last year off his forehead. “Yeah, like Steve and Eddie mushed together. Duh.”

“Not..Eddeve? Why not just call it Fort Harringson?”

“All options were considered, Stevie,” Eddie assures, holding one palm up, his other hand resting behind him on his lower back. “Steddie had a better ring to it.”

“You have a better ring to it.” Steve teases, running off immediately, Eddie not far behind with his favorite branch-turned-sword.

A scant two years later, Steve and Eddie share their first kiss under the roof of Fort Steddie, in the heart of Harringson County.

Two more finds them nearly coming to blows.

Eddie embarrassed Steve. On the very first day of High School. Steve doesn’t even fucking remember what it was that Eddie did now, the actual offence lost to time.

The last time he and Eddie were together in those woods?…Wasn’t.

“It’s high school Eddie, I wanted to–to be cool!”

“Well, I think you’re cool. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Eddie’s hair is longer now, it curls under his ears and Steve still remembers how it had felt between his fingers.

“No! ‘Cause you’re not cool! You’re a nerd!” Steve remembers he regretted those words immediately after they left his mouth. No. He regretted them as they were coming out.

Eddie’s jaw had clenched.

“Eddie–”

He turned on his heel and marched back towards his trailer.

“Fine! Walk away! Just like everyone else in my life!” What was he talking about? His parents weren’t around enough to walk away.

Eddie doesn’t look back. He only pauses to grab his backpack where he’d dropped it against a tree.

After that day, Steve feels alone whenever he enters the woods behind his house.

Every day since then, he’s wanted so badly to tear apart that lopsided little fort in the middle of the forest.

But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t bear to tear down the only place he’d ever had where he didn’t feel alone.

He couldn’t bear to tear down the place of his first kiss with the man he still loves.

For years, Fort Steddie sits empty.

Steve and Eddie will both deny ever going back, but of course they had. Always missing each other, in heart and in reality.

It was the first place Steve thought of when Dustin barreled into Family Video looking for Eddie in March of ‘86, but he couldn’t get the words out. His mouth denying his brain’s demands to tell them about their spot in the forest.

So he kept quiet, letting the others figure out where else Eddie might be, promising to check there himself as soon as he had a chance.

Luckily though, they had found Eddie. In Reefer Rick’s boathouse of all places. Steve’s first thought when getting threatened with a broken bottle to the throat (after “Oh thank fuck you’re safe.”) was that it was good Eddie hadn’t hidden at their fort, it was too obvious of a spot.

Much later, while walking through the freezing cold upside-down Hawkins, Robin questions the little shelter they come across when almost to Eddie’s trailer.

“Is this Castle Byers?” She asks, sticking her head into the little door.

“No,” Steve and Eddie say at once.

Robin and Nancy both give them a weird look, but Eddie barrels forward, “We shouldn’t be that far now; I built this in the woods outside my trailer when I first moved in with Wayne.”

Eddie jogs forward to reach them, he and Nancy heading up the group now, Robin trailing behind.

Steve gives the fort a wistful look as he passes, then jogs forward as well, further into the fray.

They push on; they plan, they build weapons, Eddie builds a shield. Dustin copies him.

When Steve, Robin, and Nancy head back towards those same woods, the forest’s sure safety replaced in his gut by pure dread, Eddie stops Steve with an unsure “Hey Steve? Make him pay.”.

Steve loses it.

He stomps back the three steps he’d taken, grabs Eddie by the open flaps of his jacket and vest, and kisses him.

It only takes half a second for Eddie to kiss him back; their lips falling into rhythm as if no time had passed at all.

“What did I just tell you, Eddie?” Steve questions the dumbfounded metalhead under his hands, ignoring Robin and Dustin’s wolf-whistles while zipping up the protective layers his dumb of ass, beloved Eddie was about to leave open to the unforgiving world around him.

He can see how red Eddie’s face is, even in this dark hellscape. “What’d yo– You sa–”

“I said.” Steve emphasizes, pulling up the thick plastic zipper of Eddie’s new vest. “Don’t try to be cute, don’t be heroes.” he hooks his fingers into the armholes of the armored clothing, holding Eddie close. “You can’t help the ‘cute’ part, but you can help the second part.”

Eddie continues to stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Keep him safe, Eddie. Keep yourself safe too.” He looks him over once again. “I’ve been alone in those woods for too damn long. I’d like to keep you around once this is over.” he whispers, smirking at the other man.

"I-I will.."

Steve steps back, walking backward toward the woods, toward the Creel house, “It’s not quite Fort Steddie without the ‘Eddie’, you know.” Eddie’s own smirk climbs onto his face despite his attempts to frown it away.

Steve finally turns, walking away with Robin hanging off his side, no doubt berating him about the…all of that that just happened.

Speaking of: “Holy shit Eddie, what the fuck was all that??”

“Language, Henderson.”

i originally posted this as the shorter angsty-er version but i liked the rest of what i wrote too much not to post the whole thing 😅 so if you saw the first version, i hope you like the additions lmao

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tipsynight0 · 1 month ago

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The predators prey

Paring - Jeff the killer x (y/n)

Synopsis- On a stormy night, Jeff playfully harasses (y/n) while she reads, sparking a chaotic chase that leads to a muddy showdown.

Words - 900

Author's note - hiii!! I’m back lovelies, it was Canadian thanksgiving so I was working and celebrating. Thank you for all the love and support, I’ll be off work for the next month so send in some requests!

Rain pattered against the window, each drop sliding down the glass in uneven paths, while the harsh wind rattled the hinges of the old house. Inside, the warmth of the room stood in stark contrast to the storm outside. Jeff lay sprawled beneath his plush comforter, resting against a pile of pillows, his gaze flicking toward (y/n), who was engrossed in a book, the soft rustling of the pages the only sound cutting through the storm.

Jeff’s restlessness was apparent. A whole day of doing nothing, lounging around, wasn’t his style. The need for the hunt, for the thrill of a chase, itched at his mind. His fingers twitched as he glanced over at (y/n), who was still absorbed in her novel, seemingly indifferent to his growing impatience.

With a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, Jeff reached over and bent the corner of her page. He felt her body tense beside him, but she said nothing, merely adjusted her posture and continued reading as if his antics were inconsequential. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, clearly displeased by her calm demeanor.

He leaned in, his chin almost brushing her shoulder as his eyes darted over the words of the romance novel she was so focused on. A single line caught his attention, and his brow furrowed. “His abs were like mountain peaks as sweat dripped down them, god Kane was a delicious man…”

Without hesitation, Jeff snatched the book from her hands, raising it high out of her reach. “What the hell are you reading, (y/n)?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together in a mix of confusion and mild disgust. His long legs draped over hers, effectively trapping her beneath him as she struggled to reclaim her book.

Her face flushed, not just from frustration but also from embarrassment as she reached up, attempting to snatch it back. “For fuck's sake, Jeff, give me the damn book!” she growled, her voice edged with annoyance.

But Jeff was having too much fun now. He stood up, towering over her as he read aloud from the cringeworthy prose. “‘And then he pinned me against the wall, his muscular thighs holding me in place,’” Jeff groaned in exasperation, his tone mocking. “You’re reading porn,” he accused, tearing a page from the book with deliberate slowness.

(y/n)’s face turned a furious shade of red, both from anger and humiliation. She lunged forward, her small fists pounding against his chest in protest. “That was my favorite book, you asshole!” she shouted, her voice shaking with rage.

Jeff stared down at her, the glare in his eyes both predatory and amused. Her defiance only fueled his urge to torment her more. “Maybe the guy could pin you against a wall, huh?” he teased, but before (y/n) could fire back with a retort, Jeff lunged for her again.

But she was quick, slipping from his grasp like water through his fingers. With a sharp turn, she darted toward the bedroom door, fumbling with the handle as Jeff's laughter echoed behind her. She barely made it through the door and down the stairs before his heavy footsteps thudded behind her, each one a reminder that he was gaining on her.

“You think you can just say that shit and get away with it? You’re going to regret it!” Jeff called after her, his voice laced with both threat and amusement. His footsteps echoed off the walls as they sped through the house. The other proxies, well used to their antics, barely spared them a glance as (y/n) bolted through the living room and out the back door.

The cold night air hit them both as they tore across the wet grass, their bare feet sinking into the mud. (y/n) ran with everything she had, but Jeff was relentless, his long legs quickly closing the distance between them. Finally, with one last lunge, he caught her by the back of her sweater, pulling her to the ground. They both slid through the slick mud, (y/n) letting out a screech as Jeff's victorious laughter rang out in the night.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you for reading that garbage,” he growled playfully, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned down, his calloused hand brushing over her jaw. “Just be ready, doll face.”

Still breathless from the chase, (y/n) looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. With a sudden burst of defiance, she scooped up a handful of mud and smeared it across his face. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as Jeff blinked, momentarily stunned.

His expression darkened, but there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Rubbing the mud back into her face, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he rasped. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be pinned against a wall. Rope, zip ties… maybe even a meat hook.”

(y/n) gave him a cheeky smile, despite her flush of embarrassment. “Yeah, whatever,” she muttered, her heart racing as she stared up at him.

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passivenovember · 6 months ago

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thinking about the first time Billy has cherry pie and the lengths he'll travel to have it again.

Fresh Cherries (part one)

Because it's December, Neil makes concessions.

Billy isn't allowed to do whatever he wants, never that, but his leash isn't vice-like. There's some give as he tests his boundaries when there's snow on the ground. Billy isn't sure why, but he isn't about to ruin a good thing.

But. Steve calls on a Wednesday night and says, "Come over."

Billy has to chew and swallow the automated response he's used to giving. It's a school night, Neil'd kill me, and feels like he just got dusted with sugar and put in the oven. Says, "Sure. Let me ask my dad."

"Just sneak out," Steve tells him.

Billy checks the alarm clock on his bedside table. "It's seven thirty."

"So?"

"So, it's not sneaking out hours."

"You're such a stick in the mud," Steve says.

"I'm not, I just--" don't feel like getting my teeth knocked in. Billy picks at the threads in his duvet cover. Counts to three. "I want to be a good influence on you, Harrington."

Steve squaks. Some bright, quaffed bird. "I'm a year older than you!"

"Only 'cause you got held back in the third grade," Billy says. He flops over onto his belly, bringing the phone with him as he tries not to get wrapped up in the chord when Steve laughs.

"This is what I get for telling you all my deepest darkest shit," Steve rustles on the other end of the line and Billy imagines him in bed, or laying on the couch. Maybe flat on the carpet, near the fireplace, shirtless and eating chocolate covered strawberries--

"C'mon," Steve says gently, "Be a bad influence, come hang out with me."

"My dad--"

"Just sneak out, Malibu."

Billy grunts, not wanting to tell the truth, kind of into how Steve's growing more and more whiny as the scene presses on. "I dunno."

"C'mon, it's not hard. I sneak out all the time. Out of my house and into my car and in through your window--"

"--That's different. Your parents don't give a shit where you are."

"You're right. Who cares, though? I'd still sneak out to see you even if they had a bell permanently installed around my neck."

Billy's heart feels like raw cookie dough, sticking to the ribs around him as he bakes and proves under some bright, shining, plastic feeling. "Are they home this week?"

"Nope," Steve says, and the P explodes over the phone line. Wipes out half the city in his excitement. "Mom bought a ton of shit to get me through 'till the twenty-eighth, so we can--"

"You're spending Christmas alone?"

"I always spend Christmas alone," Steve says. Quiet sits heavy, like a filed of snow, between them. Stretching out in every direction. "It's not a big deal. We celebrate Christmas in November."

"With Thanksgiving?"

"Nah, right at the start of November."

"Alongside Halloween?" Billy spats, sitting upright on the mattress. It jostles underneath him. He feels like a raft lost in some huge, freezing, disorienting sea.

He tries to get his barring's, tries to sink his heel into Steve's answering laugh but its hollow like a dead tree, "One year Santa was my dad, dressed as the Cowardly Lion." Steve says.

Billy tries to imagine it. He puts the hard, chilled seed of Steve's childhood near his molars and chews on it for a while, trying to envision the light refracted from all the ways childhood has to bend and contort to suit a kid's parents.

"I never believed in Santa," He says. An offering. Sadness for sadness, or something, like I see you.

Steve hums, and that horrible field of ice and snow between them melts, just like it always does. "Come over," He says, not as hollow as before. Blooming.

Billy puts his shoes on.

The Harringtons live in some demented alternate reality where Christmas in December is all for show. Their house has been decorated since the last time Billy was here in Saturday.

He knocks and stares down at Santa, the looming silver-screen image from his childhood, dressed in a floral button down, board shorts and flip flops. Somehow feels colder. When Steve opens the door, he points at it.

"My mom's theme this year is Blue Hawaii." Steve says.

Billy stumbles over the threshold, teeth chattering to shards in his skull. "That's not a Christmas Movie."

"Yeah, but it turns out, Santa can be anything. He's kinda like a chameleon."

"Santa isn't Elvis."

"He could be," Steve says.

Billy shrugs out of his jacket, handing it off, like always. Steve holds it close to his chest, watching with amusement as Billy takes in the foyer. Toes out of his snow-covered boots. "It's like a tiki bar made of pine trees instead of sweet grass."

Steve nods, still clutching the jacket.

His eyes are red.

Billy squints at him, padding closer. "Are you high?"

Steve giggles, bright like a fresh log in the fire.

Billy scrubs a hand across his face, trying to hide the way it makes him go up in Steve's flame. "You're such a dork."

"What? I thought we could--"

"I only have a few hours," Billy tells him gently, trying not to get lost in the sleepy, apple-red flush across Steve's perfect nose. "My dad'll--"

"Just tell him I'm left on my own for Christmas. Maybe he'll feel sorry for me and let you stay the night."

"How do you think I got him to agree to an 11:30 curfew?"

Steve blinks at him and then explodes into glowing, glaring joy. "Are you shitting me?"

"Nope, I'm all yours 'till 11:30."

Steve flushes again, clutching Billy's jacket closer to his chest. "But it's a school night--"

"Guess my old man took pitty on you. Such a lonely boy in his Elvis-themed mansion on the hill, it's kinda pathetic," Billy says, "In a cute way."

"It's not Elvis," Steve says, still grinning, "It's Blue Hawaii."

"Still cute," Billy shrugs, feeling hot all over. Feeling proud of himself. He nearly combusts when Steve moves into his space, eyes nearly going cross to focus on the bridge of Steve's nose.

Billy holds his breath.

He waits for Steve to say something, feeling that huge filed stretch out between them, but it's not snow-covered now.

It's thawing. It's burning up.

Steve wets his lips.

"Uh," Billy says intelligently, looking down when the sleeve of his jacket tugs at him, still viced in Steve's hold. "You can put that in the closet," Billy tells him, caught on the strech of skin over Steve's knuckles. "If you want."

"I don't," Steve tells him.

Billy looks up, eyes crossing again.

Steve winks. "You're warm," He says but Billy feels it, more than anything else.

The smell of marijuana and pine is overwhelming, searing through the air after the first shared joint.

Billy rolls his neck and asks if they can crack a window. Steve blinks at him, sealing the second joint with spit. "You trying to get caught, or something?"

"Caught?" Billy asks, trying to force his shoulders to relax. "But. I thought--"

"--The neighbors are nosy 'round these parts." Steve says. He tucks his rolling tray under the coffee table, and Billy watches with droopy red eyes the way his lips close around the butt of the thing.

Steve's lips are perfect.

If Billy was an artist he'd fill sketchbooks with watercolor renditions of that cupid's bow. His fingers would permanently stain with lapping waves of purple-pink, etching the warmth of breath into his nail beds so that the faucet would never run clear of this boy.

He could get lost in those lips. That hair--

Steve hands him the joint and Billy takes it, focusing on the cherry so he won't get lost in Steve's eyes, too, because he's looking. Always.

Billy tries not to drown in it and fails when Steve says, "Y'know. Your eyes are kinda like Blue Hawaii."

"Again with Elvis?" Billy rolls them, handing the joint back. "You're the one who stole his wig."

"My hair is not a wig, fuck you."

"Coulda fooled me."

Steve holds smoke in his lungs, exhaling it toward the popcorn ceiling as he says, "Your eyes are blue."

Billy snorts, laying with his back on the carpet.

"They're the bluest things I've ever seen," Steve says, ashing the joint. "And I've tried to find something bluer. Around town. I even went to the library to look for something in an atlas when Indiana disappointed me, like maybe the ocean is bluer and clearer in the Caribbean, or something, but no."

Billy's heart thumps, nailing his ribs to the floor underneath.

He counts the joints in the popcorn overhead. He feels Steve looking at him, feels himself burning from the inside.

"You're just the most detailed asshole who's ever lived," Steve says, softly.

Billy could sink into it. "Thanks."

Silence falls, again. It's comfortable. Billy stretches, a little bit, twisting until his spine cracks, until he feels like he could pass out from how relaxed he is.

Steve hands him the joint.

Billy shakes his head.

"Why not?" Steve asks.

"I'm laying down," Billy tells the ceiling, "I feel like if I smoke anymore my lungs will give out, or maybe I'll float through the ceiling and disappear."

Steve exhales more smoke. "And right before Christmas, too."

Billy sits crisscross on the carpet, watching Steve puff, inhale, puff, inhale. "You're really not stressed about being home by yourself for six days?"

Steve shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"I like having the house to myself," Steve tells him, "Besides, I feel like if I have to spend any more time with my parents this year I'm going to sink right through the floor." Teasing. An echo of Billy's childhood fear of ascending into the ozone.

Billy pokes him with his foot, flushed.

Steve finishes the joint and slides closer. Their knees touch. "What kind of Christmases did you have when you were growing up?"

Billy shrugs. "I'm sill growing up."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, just. I dunno," Billy gets lost in Steve's eyes, a little. Classic beauty. "It was the Coca-Cola Santa kind?"

Steve laughs at him, and then his palms are warm on Billy's knee caps. "The kind with Bing Crosby and miniature towns on the dining room table?"

Billy's mom loved to collect those goddamn things. Neil smashed them all when she ran away and killed herself.

He nods, relishing the weight of Steve's fingertips.

Steve fiddles with the hole in Billy's jeans. "What kind of food did you have?"

"Pizza," Billy says.

Steve blinks at him, lost. "That's not very Coca-Cola of the Hargrove's."

"My mom didn't like to cook."

"Funny," Steve says, combing through the tussle of hair on Billy's kneecap, "Mine doesn't either."

Billy aches to knit their fingers together until they meld, forming the kind of sweater you dig out from the back of your closet year after year, echoing on the stiff frigid breeze until it's tattered and falling apart.

Steve looks at him, smiling. "Do you want some pie?"

Steve guts and skins the freezer until it's empty. A carcass picked clean.

Mrs. Harrington must have spent her entire bonus at Melvalds on Christmas dinner, enough to feed four Steve Harrington's and all the people who are desperately in love with him.

Billy tries not to think about them and watches from the counter face, his sock feet thumping gently against the cabinet as Steve pulls dish after dish from a cloud of white exhaust, plopping containers onto the island. "Green bean casserole," Steve says, "Pumpkin pie, pecan, apple, blueberry--"

"--You're supposed to eat all of this?"

"You're gonna help me."

"I don't like green bean casserole," Billy says, yelping when Steve feigns death and collapses into the counter. "Jesus Christ--"

"I'm midwestern, that's a cardinal sin to me."

"Dope makes you dramatic, pretty boy."

"You hate midwestern people."

"Yeah," Billy says, giggling.

"You hate me."

"Shut up," Billy slips off the counter and onto his feet, examining every frozen item while Steve repacks.

"Which pie sounds good?"

"I dunno," Billy says, eyeing the blueberry with suspicion, "Don't we have to wait for them to thaw before we throw them in the oven?"

"I don't think so," Steve says, "I've already tried the cherry and that baked fine."

"I've never had it before."

Steve blinks at him, shocked. "How have you never had cherry pie?"

"My dad doesn't like cherries," Billy admits.

"Just because your dad doesn't like cherries--"

"--Look, my mom wasn't on great terms with the oven, and nobody else is going to waste time cooking shit my dad won't eat," Billy snaps. Feeling red-hot all of a sudden. Angry in a way he hasn't been in a long time for being reminded that other people's dads are shitty in the normal way.

Not like Neil.

Steve either doesn't notice or chooses not to take it personally.

He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a half-eaten cherry pie, picking at its cling-wrap until Billy can see the cherries where the glitter between layers of perfectly brown crust. Bloody little eyes staring up at him like dead fish.

"You can have the rest."

"The rest?" Billy demands, "But what if I don't like it?"

"Not possible," Steve tells him. He opens the microwave and attempts to shove the pie tray in, yelping when Billy snatches it out of thin air. "What--"

"--Aluminum will catch fire in the microwave." Billy snaps. He tries to find it annoying, but Steve just blinks those big, soft eyes at him and the anger washes away. "Get me a plate, bambi boy," He says.

Steve watches Billy plate the pie, giggling as his nose wrinkles in disgust over its dripping red innards. "This is so gross," Billy says.

"You won't think so, once you try it."

Billy walks it to the microwave, carefully pinching the edges of the plate between his palms. "I can't think of a single other instance where that has been true."

He turns the dial. Forty seconds.

Steve's watching him, face illuminated in the golden hum of the microwave.

"What?" Billy demands.

"Nothing," Steve says, leaning against the counter top, "I just can't believe I'm gonna be here when your life is changed forever."

Billy snorts, stalking to the drawer where the Harringtons keep their silver. "Still dramatic, pretty boy."

"Why do you always say that?" Steve wonders.

Billy freezes in place. Two forks in hand. He peers across the island at Steve, heart thrumming loudly. "Why do I always say what?"

"Pretty boy," Steve clarifies.

It hangs between them. The microwave hums, the longest forty seconds of Billy's life. "I," He says intelligently, "It's just. True."

"What is?"

"You're. Pretty," Billy says. And it's like having teeth pulled.

The microwave beeps.

Steve turns away, yanking the pie from its incubation, "Shit," He says, wiggling his fingers. "Plate's hot as hell."

Billy stands there watching him. Breathing. Dying.

Steve looks at him. "Well, do you wanna try it?" Billy nods. Doesn't move. Steve laughs at him. "Come here."

Billy goes easily, like a lap dog being called to perch. He and his forks stare down at the pie with caution, stomach churning at the congealed mess before him.

Steve grabs one of the forks from Billy and cuts the point off, blowing on it until its warm enough to eat. Steve pops it into his mouth, brown eyes falling closed. "Mmmm," He says, like someone would with a spooked and disgusted baby, "It's good."

Billy shakes his head.

"You're so dramatic," Steve says, cutting another huge chunk for Billy. He holds it in the air between them, eyebrows raised. "Trust me."

Billy stares at it. "Why's mine so big?"

"I want you to get the full range of flavor."

"But--"

Steve shoves the fork into Billy's mouth, swiftly depositing the little cherry eyeballs onto Billy's tongue. He coughs and sputters, lips curling around the fork as Steve yanks it away. "Chew," Steve says.

Billy does.

Like it's the first time he's ever done it, clumsy and a little rushed and very, very distracted by the way Steve's watching him.

"Swallow," Steve says softly, barely there.

Billy does. There's something on his face. On his lips.

"What do you think?" Steve asks, staring at them.

Billy resists the urge to lick it away, "Sucked," He says, expecting Steve to laugh, but.

Something rests between them, not growing or stretching or changing shape, but it's there. It suffocates.

Steve looks at him, somehow closer than he was before. "Sorry, pretty boy," He says.

Billy's heart stops. "Why would you say that?"

"It's true. You're pretty," Steve says, watching the red on Billy's lips burn brighter. "You've got a little something on your face." Billy lifts a hand, mouth falling open when Steve grabs his wrist. "Can I," Steve says, soft as summer rain, "Can I kiss you, Billy?"

Billy doesn't move as Steve licks into his mouth, Cherry washing away under the rough, sweet drag of intention.

THIS IS PART ONE!!!! OF A TWO-PARTER!

Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I get around to part two <3

#harringrove #fluff #one shot #I'm not sure why this is set during christmas time since it's quite literally summer #but hey!#it be like that sometime #part one

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ma1dita · 1 year ago

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this was a request! read it here

words: 2.8k

summary: Holding onto love helps you through a difficult Order mission. sirius black x auror!reader (can be gn!reader)

warnings: mentions of blood, angst then fluff, domestic!sirius, reader gets injured, no use of y/n

a/n: guys i got really sick after thanksgiving and boy… thank you for your patience. i cannot ever write about sirius without bringing up him being an older!brother. i hope you enjoy this! working on more requests this week xx

(posted 12/11/23)

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It’s funny, the things that cross your mind when you’re dying. Everyone says that your life flashes before your eyes. In the gut-wrenching pain in your abdomen that slowly but surely ebbs as a vignette consumes your vision, you can only think of how stupid it was to fight with Sirius before you left the house. The memory scrolls through your brain, flashing scenes from the evening playing like a black-and-white film, and you can’t hear the words, or understand the transcription of what caused it to be that bad.

To be that cruel.

When the war started, you both made a pact to never go to sleep with the other being angry. There’s not a lot of certainty for two star-crossed lovers with a poor chance of fighting fate. Sirius was always too stubborn, pushing at his luck and scoffing in the face of danger.

Why was he angry again?

Was it because you rearranged his vinyls without asking him? Or maybe because you yelled at him over how his boots tracked mud into the hallway after the rain. A tear slips out of the corner of your eye and it feels like you’ve been mulling through this question for hours when it’s only been 3 minutes. 3 minutes since a death eater struck you with a curse ripping life from you faster than you can comprehend and now the blood pulses between your fingertips as the waning pressure in your free hand feebly holds down on the gaping wound. Wand shaking at the ready in your other grasp, there’s much to think about as you lay here on the cold concrete. Labored breaths leave your lips and soon, they’ll weaken too.

Oh, what one would do for an extra 3 minutes?

With 3 more minutes, maybe you could’ve sat with Sirius for breakfast today and talked about visiting your godson if the coast is clear. You could’ve spent that time trying to make Sirius like the tiny cat that greets you at the door. Maybe you would’ve even had the time to put on matching socks before running out of there, not meeting his eyes as he yelled at you from the living room. A few more minutes of laying on the couch, or another kiss would’ve quelled this feeling in your chest. There’s never enough time, and as your heart races to compensate for the shock in your system, it becomes clear that you didn’t tell Sirius ‘I love you’ before slamming the door.

Ah yes, now you remember. He got mad because you switched partner assignments for the Order mission today without telling him until you were minutes from walking out.

—-

“We always go on missions together, why on Earth would you want that to change now?” he scathes, and the contrast between his tone and how he gently helps you button up your coat makes your stomach feel queasy.

“I’m doing this to be careful, Sirius. I’m not saying we wouldn’t get the job done, but—”

“But what, love? How is this you being careful? I think you’re being fucking stupid right now, and you didn’t even think to consult me!”

His hands are shaking as he wraps your scarf around your neck, and suddenly you’re not so sure anymore. A sense of foreboding fills the room as you stare at each other, and you catch yourself getting distracted by the gray of his eyes.

“I can do it, baby. Dumbledore said this was an important mission. This is what we signed up for.” Your hands catch his as they fall from your face and he’s reeling from the determination that’s clearly taken over common sense.

“I didn’t sign up for you walking towards your death without me there. How do you expect me to protect you?” His voice wavers and in the heat of the argument, you think it’s because he speaks before thinking, words striking like oil on a hot pan.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Sirius. I just need you to trust me and not look at me like I’m going to die!” Your reply echoes in the tiny house, footsteps clomping towards the door as you push away from him and walk out to the sound of him calling your name as you apparate.

—

A snowflake lands on your cheek and the only thing that comes to mind now is the address of your townhouse that you share with the love of your life. The quaint white house on top of the hill with the flowerbeds between the window shutters. A whimper escapes your mouth in a last-ditch effort to alert anyone in your surroundings. ‘Please help me,’ you try to think out loud. ‘I’ve got a home to get back to. His name is Sirius Orion Black, and I can’t let him go to bed angry with me.’ The words fall from your lips in a jumble, until the only intelligible words are Sirius’s name. SiriusOrionBlack. Sirius Orion Black. S i r i u s. Your desperate plea is your only prayer.

“I need to go home.” A blue wisp of light seeps from the tip of your shaking wand, your patronus fleeing between buildings to get to your love as a warning, or an apology. Hopefully, Sirius left the light on in the hallway. He doesn’t do that well with all that thinking in the dark.

Death is too quiet. Snow continues to fall silently, slowly burying you deeper into unconsciousness and the last thing you feel is your fingers stuck together with your dried blood. The last thing you hear is heavy footsteps crunching in the snow.

Has he come for you yet?

There’s no more time for fear or for crying, and your only consolation is that maybe in the next life, you can find him too and tell him you’re sorry for leaving without a kiss goodbye. The last thing you see is Sirius, or someone who looks like him, hair shorter and jaw thinner.

“Sirius…” you mumble before your eyelashes flutter with the last of your energy.

What only registers before unconsciousness is that his eyes show recognition, and the face might be somewhat wrong, but those eyes….you know those eyes. Death feels familiar now, as darkness shrouds your being, tucking you in for a dreamless sleep.

—-

Sirius Black can find comfort in a waiting room. At Hogwarts, he would always wait outside the cream curtain with the boys after Moony’s time of the month, sitting patiently with his friends. He’d be the one to drag Prongs to Madame Pomfrey after quidditch scrapes and broken bones after bludger hits. Late walks with Wormy after sneaking into the kitchens to get him more sleeping draught for his insomnia. Sirius loves to take care of others in the few ways he knows how to. He strives to give the love he so desperately wanted when he was younger, and though some of his methods are unconventional, he protects what’s important to him. There isn’t much value in material things as he’s lived unhappily with an abundance of it, and lived much more earnestly at the dining room of his little white house surrounded by his loved ones. What compares to endless riches when what he wants to protect is more tangible and has a heartbeat?

The waiting room is a liminal space where he can’t do much but fidget in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Though now with his fists clenched at his side and posture as sharp as a lash from his father’s belt, he thinks he’s been waiting for you to wake up for hours now. His eyelids droop in discomfort and exhaustion, the steady beeping of the monitor sounding like claps of thunder in his ears.

This is not the Hogwarts hospital wing, and you were not supposed to get hurt. You’re not kids anymore and St. Mungo’s doesn’t have the gentle touch of Madame Pomfrey as she tends to minor bumps and bruises. It smells of disinfectant instead of soft cotton and the lights are too bright compared to the warm fireplaces at the castle. When they let him in to see you sleeping, his hand softly nudges your blanket, tucking you into the thin polyester so you won’t get a chill. He can still feel goosebumps rise along your arm as his fingers glide over to hold your hand. For a second, he forgets the anger, and the worry, and a smile crosses his face with the idea of your body knowing him even in its incapacitated state.

Sirius gazes down at your face and thinks of the last fighting words he spat at you as you ran out.

“You’re just sleeping,” he mutters, and he’s not quite sure who’s trying to convince. The healers said that whoever brought you in came at the right time because they would’ve lost you if a few minutes more had been spared. Tempting fate and pushing luck indeed. If you were awake right now, you’d be the type to use this example to somehow further prove your argument, but he still can’t figure out why you wanted to go without him.

“Why go where I can’t follow?” he whispers, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Later in the night, your mission partner comes to visit, but his endless apologies are left unheard as all Sirius can do is focus on your still form in the hospital bed. He focuses on the curve of your cheekbone, the faint sounds of your breath, and the rise and fall of your chest.

This, you, are tangible. You are real, and you are his.

Sirius’s eyes flicker over every movement, like a soldier standing guard for any change in the environment. Here, he will wait until you wake. Until he’s sure you’re okay.

—-

Everything is blurred when your eyes finally open days later. It had been touch and go, and what you didn’t know is that Sirius had felt like he couldn’t breathe until you took a deep breath of fresh air. He’d give you all the oxygen in this room if he didn’t have to take up some of his own. A gasping stuttered breath leaves both your lips, yours from the soreness in your abdomen, his from the choking feeling crawling up his throat.

“Sweetheart…” he sighs, and you don’t miss the tears in his eyes as he rushes forward to kiss your forehead.

Those eyes.

“You came for me,” you croak lowly, voice hoarse from disuse, but this is the only clear memory from that night.

“I sent you a Patronus and you came to rescue me.” Sirius stalls at your words as he readjusts in his chair. He remembers your Patronus tapping on the bay window of the home you share, that night you left. On his fourth cup of black coffee, he waited at the dining table to hear an all-clear, hoping you’d get home soon.

‘I need to get home,’ your voice broke through the magic of the protective spell, and he didn’t know if this was the message he was waiting for or the last he'd hear from you. Fabian and Gideon Prewett came knocking an hour later, telling him you were dropped off at St. Mungo’s by a total stranger, and they weren’t sure if you’d make it.

“I’ll always come for you baby, but that wasn’t me who found you. You were brought here by someone.” Sirius strokes your hair as your brain works to replicate the events of that night.

“Maybe it was death.” The joke falls flat as your love looks at you sternly until he hears the words that follow in your mandrake restorative draught-riddled mind.

“He looked like you, baby. It looked like Death had your eyes.” Sirius is frozen, watching you babble as he thinks of the enemy, of the idea of his sweet little brother who was once tangible to him too. Could it be?

“Held me so gently I thought it was you,” you sigh sleepily. “He took care of me.”

“He did, didn’t he?"

Sirius’s resolve shakes at the notion of a love he once protected taking care of the greatest love he’s ever known.

“I didn’t fall asleep angry, Siri.” Your hand pats around the blankets searching for his, and when you find him, he drops his head over your chest gently to listen to the sound of your heartbeat.

“I haven’t slept at all.” He holds you, one hand in yours and the other in your hair, and it reminds him that this is real, you’re breathing, and everything will be okay.

—-

“What made you do it? I never got to ask you.” You’re pouring maple syrup over your pancakes as Sirius cuts into his eggs one morning after you’ve been discharged from St. Mungo’s. Maybe becoming an active member will be a part of the discussion again once the scar the size of your fist doesn’t scare you when you look in the mirror, or when you’re able to sleep through the night peacefully. Gentle hands pick up your napkin, wiping crumbs off your cheek as you chew on your lip. It all sounds stupid now that you have to put it into words, but now that you have some time…

“I had this fear…that once we start a family together, it would be scary to see you die. So I thought it’d be better to go on missions with different partners.”

Sirius looks at you deep in thought, and his answer is without hesitation.

“Why would I leave you? If we die, I’d rather do it together or not at all.” The notion of this conversation being part of real life becomes funny to you as you mop up some butter with your fork. Domesticity is a privilege neither of you thought you’d be lucky to see.

“Baby, but if we both die, who would take care of our child?”

His eyes widen and fall to your stomach, and you throw the napkin at him in offense.

“Idiot, you wish! Who would take care of Mittens?” His laughter fills the small house and with it, your fear of death dissipates. After all, you’ve faced it once before, and it’s somehow comforting to think of him being with you next time.

“Mittens…Baby, is that the scrawny black cat you feed in the garden?”

You nod matter of factly, “Him and our future very real kids too. What then?”

“You fought with me and almost got killed over a tiny thing that stomps through my flowerbeds. My love, if you think I’m ever going to let you fight any more death eaters without me right beside you… That’s your time off included. Not letting you out of my sight.”

“Well if I’m not going on missions, neither are you!” You say sarcastically, but Sirius actually agrees.

“Right you are. Can barely walk straight and this time it’s not my fault.” He smirks as he kisses your wrist and you slap his cheek lightly.

“You’re lucky you’re a good nurse.”

“I am lucky, and I love taking care of you. You should stop fighting me on it. I’m not doing life without you.” Living with him this long doesn’t impact the rise of the blush in your cheeks, and that was that.

—

Later, Sirius washes the dishes and hands them over for you to dry. The two of you were meant to meet Remus for tea by now, but something black darts across your vision. Mittens peers through your kitchen window, stomping on a petunia before blinking at you curiously and you can’t help but laugh.

“Stupid cat,” he grumbles, throwing the sponge at the window, and Mittens’ tail sways teasingly, daring him to do something about it. Being more thoughtful of how you spend your time, you notice the cat has gray eyes too. Your eyes flicker to the clock above the stove, and instead of panicking, you turn to kiss Sirius’s cheek.

Both of you are living on borrowed time, but as you lean into his embrace and he grazes over your waist, you can’t help but think, well, what’s another 3 minutes?

—

"I thought pain meant that I was not loved. It meant I loved." -Louise Glück

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago

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Close The Door Behind You

Starring: Na Jaemin

Featuring: Lee Jeno

Genre: Brothers Best Friend to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Oral (F.receiving & M.). Jaemin pulls your arms back.

Sorry if it’s cringe it took some time to write and it’s been a while.

Quick Summary- Jeno is your strict older brother who has banded Jaemin from dating you, let alone looking at you. But one night you both can’t take it anymore. All the tension has finally exploded, but you have to be careful. God forbid Jeno hears.

Warnings: Cursing

Words: 5K

MINORS DO NOT READ!

Enjoy :)

For years you had grown beside Jaemin. You officially met when he attended your fifth birthday party. You informally met earlier that year at your brother's eighth birthday party. Jeno had a small party with only a few friends. Your mother made sure that day you would be away from the party, she assumed you wouldn't enjoy being the youngest one there. So she took you to one of Jeno's friends' houses to play with his sister.

You and Mark's sister didn't click. She wanted to roll around in the dirt and mud outside. You instead showed up in a floral dress with your tea set. You had laid out every plastic cup and the pink pot onto a blanket outside where her mother tended to their garden. His sister ran over and through a worm into the water you pretended was tea. You got upset and tackled her to the ground.

You came home early that day, mid-way through the party where you saw all of Jeno's older friends. You ignored most of them just wanting to take a bath. The dirt on your skin was starting to dry and became uncomfortable. That was until you saw Jaemin exit the bathroom. He was much taller than you ( an inch at the time) and much older than you. He was a third grader like your brother. You had stopped when you saw him, frozen in place. Your tea set began to slip from your tiny fingers.

No words came to mind, not a single sentence. For the first time you had seen a boy who wasn't icky or gross. He didn't smell or have dirty shoes. He had soft features and a warm smile. You felt your entire face heat up. You couldn't yet understand why it made you feel so warm inside.

As you stared at Jaemin the tea set slipped from your hands and fell onto the ground creating a loud thud. Everyone looked your way including Jeno who huffed annoyed you showed up and made your presence known. Even if it was an accident.

Some of the kids giggled and the others went back to whatever party game they were playing. You sighed pouting your lip as you bent down to clean up your mess. As you placed each tea cup in the box you saw another one lift that you didn't touch. You looked up confused but your features soften when you saw Jaemin placing a pink cup into the plastic box.

"Your Jeno's sister right?" he asked politely big brown eyes looking into yours. You nodded no words forming in your head. He chuckled placing more cups into your tea box. "I'm Jaemin his best friend. We go to school together," he said placing the final cup into the box. “Really?" was the first word you uttered to him. He nodded dusting off his hands and standing back up. "Uh-huh. You're in Kingdergartion with Mark's baby sister," he said with a smile pointing over at Mark who was more than occupied playing Uno. You frowned turning away from Jaemin.

"I'm not a baby," you pouted placing a single arm on your hip. Jaemin couldn't help but chuckle. You looked so cute pouting with your upset features that reminded him of a doll. His chuckling annoyed you, so you decided to stomp away into the bathroom where you waited for your mother.

Since that day Jaemin and Jeno only grew closer and you had grown beside them. Jaemin had come to every family vacation and party. He came to your house on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Him and Jeno had to take you trick r treating on Halloween, every year. He even dressed up as your prince one year, and Jeno dressed as the dragon.

Now being twenty-three years old you had grown out of princesses and tea parties. You lived in New York where you went to school leaving Jaemin in the past. You hadn't seen him since he graduated High school three years before you did. He started college as well and that’s truly when you stopped seeing him. Life seemed to move on for the both of you. Last you had seen when you visited home two years ago Jaemin was off traveling with a few of his friends, including Jeno. As well as a girl who he had brought over for Thanksgiving your senior year. You weren’t to happy about it at the time but got over it.

Now in your second year of school you decided it was time to settle into an apartment. You decided to invite Jeno and a couple of friends over to see your place. You also wanted to use them for free labor.

Your place was comfortable. You had a nice view of Central park and the train station wasn't too far from you. You had enough room for at least three people to live in and a kitchen big enough to host a dinner party. Your parents were truly blessed in life and had past it down to you.

You were finishing up the final details for the small housewarming when the doorbell rang. You checked the peephole seeing Jeno. You opened the door with a wide smile on your face and launched onto your brother causing him to fumble back. He held you with a surprised expression on his face that turned into a smile. "I missed you so much," you said into his chest. He still smelled the same, masculine but fresh. You inhaled his scent not wanting to let go of your brother.

“I missed you too," he said squeezing you stunned expression shifting to joy. Seven years ago the two of you would have been fighting to take a photo together. The time spent apart really changed things for the two of you.

You released your brother at the sound of footsteps. You looked to your left seeing Jaemin. Who looked much older, more mature. He had grown into his features. His lips were plumper, his body filled out and he definitely grew in height. His chest is firm and his body is lean. He was starting to look less like a boy and more like a man. You stared at him in awe but only for a brief moment to not seem creepy. It was only cute when you were a child.

He smiled and engulfed you in his arms leaving you not a second to process his unexpected arrival. He squeezed you tightly letting out a groan from the lack of air. He didn’t mind it though. He had missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Jaemin what are you doing here?" You asked letting go of him. His arms were still wrapped around your waist and your hands placed themselves on his firm chest. He smiled looking deeply into your eyes.

“Jeno told me you finally got a place and that you were having a little party. So you know I had to show up for my girl," he said giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

Jaemin always called you his girl but it was never because he liked you. It was because he had literally seen you since you were a baby. You were like his little sister. So when Jeno cleared his throat from behind causing your smile to fade Jaemin thought the over-protectiveness at this moment was unnecessary.

He let you go and went to Jeno's side helping to bring the food they brought inside. You followed them with a slight frown on your face. You will only ever be a little girl in his eyes. A sweet, innocent little girl, his sister who he practically helped raised when he was so much more to you.

The party continued into the night. Your friends and a few of Jeno's mingled enjoying the atmosphere. You decided to take a small break from the party and escape to the roof.

You stepped onto the roof as the sun began to set. Crossing your arms over your chest you walked closer to the ledge getting a much nicer view of the fading sun just over the trees of the park. You heard the door open and then close behind you. You could hear footsteps drawing closer and closer until the figure stood beside you. You looked over seeing Jaemin who threw you a smile, you did the same. "What are you thinking about?" he asked nudging his arm into yours. You scoffed holding back a smile. "I'm not thinking," you protested. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Like I don't know who you are," he said stepping away from your side to walk around you. "Like I haven't raised you," he said standing to your right. You cocked a brow. "Raised me? I only saw you during special events," you teased. He chuckled head falling with his hair. "I recall many unspecial moments when I saw you," he said causing you to chuckle beside him at the memories.

"But seriously what's on your mind?" he asked again. You sighed looking away from him and at the view of the sun that was inches away from being hidden by the clouds. Being on the roof mixed with the soon full darkness of the sky created a cool and breezy setting. You enjoyed the fresh air taking one last inhale then sighing.

"I don't know. I guess I'm kind of tired of my brother," you began gaining Jaemin's attention even more. "How come?" he asked eyes focused on you while yours faced the sun. "I don't like that he always treats me like a child. I'm twenty-three years old and my brother who lives in another country still hounds over my life. He still tells me what I can and can't do. Like now when you hugged me. You're his best friend, basically, his brother and it was killing him inside seeing how you hugged me for just a little too long in his eyes," you said trying to get your point across. A slight pout left your lips that you didn't mean to show. It caused Jaemin to start chuckling after he noticed it. "What?" you asked confused by his reaction. Nothing about this was funny, at least to you.

"I haven't seen you do that in a while," he said with a smirk on his lips. "Do what?" you asked genuinely confused which made your bottom lip puff out. "That right there," he said pointing to your plush lip. "You always pout when you're annoyed or upset, you've done it since you were little," he said a smile creeping up on his lips.

“Whatever,” you said turning away from him. You walked closer to the black railing that protected you from falling off the roof. You sighed letting your hands dangle off the railing. Jaemin after all this time still occupied your mind. He stood by your side leaning on the iron rail. “What else are you thinking about?” He asked refusing to let this go. You couldn’t tell him what else ran through your mind. You’d freak him out completely. He wouldn’t talk to you anymore, he would avoid you for the simple fact that you were like his annoying little sister. “Y/n if I’m overstepping let me know,” he began clearing his throat. “But can I be honest with you?” He asked.

You nodded, “Of course, you can,” you said eyes barely meeting his. You kept your gaze on the card that drove by on the busy street. Jaemin sighed turning to face your direction. He took a small step closer to you. “I know I always tell you that you like my sister. I tell you all the times that I feel like I raised you. But if I’m being honest, and this seems like the only chance I’ll have to be completely honest being that we’re alone,” he joked avoiding the point. Your leg tapped slightly impatiently.

He huffed rubbing his eyes with his hand then letting it fall. “Since your graduation all that changed for me,” he said a serious tone taking his voice. You slightly turned to meet his eyes now intrigued with his confessions. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“You for the first time looked like a grown woman. You didn’t look like the same little girl who I took trick r treating and dressed up as her knight,” he smiled. “The same girl who I let practice makeup on me when she was twelve,” his smile grew brighter. “You were a grown woman. You were never my sister. You were the woman I loved,” he said stepping closer to you. His confession hit hard, straight to your mind and your heart. The warm feeling he gave you flowed throughout your body like a river. Then it started to fade. He had loved you. Loved? What happened?

“Loved?” You asked looking into his big eyes. “Love,” he responded stepping closer and placing a hand on the railing right next to your side blocking the view you had. His arm guarding your body and his frame standing tall above you. “Love,” he said leaning down inches away from your lips. His lips hovered over yours. You feel the faint breath that is released from them. Stepping closer you leaned in only to be pulled apart when the roof door busted open.

Jeno came walking with a worried expression on his face. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said coming to your side and completely ignoring Jaemin. “It’s been two hours since your disappearance,” he said raising his voice slightly. “I was starting to get worried. This is a big city!” He complained. You chuckled rubbing his shoulders. “I’m fine. Besides, I know my way around here better than all of you,” you joked stepping away from the railing. Jaemin followed which made Jeno pause.

“What were you two doing up here?” He asked. Jaemin stumbled over his words thinking of some excuse to say to avoid saying what Jeno almost saw. “We were talking,” you said confidently. It wasn’t a lie before he tried to kiss you, you both were talking. Jeno nodded his head looking at the two of you before turning away and letting you walk ahead of him.

———

Once the party was over Jeno and Jaemin had remained behind to help you clean up. Once you all had emptied the trash and wiped down the counter, wash the dishes, and set up the apartment the way it was before Jeno and Jaemin went to grab their coats.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said to Jeno a small whine leaving your lips. He chuckled wrapping you in his embrace. He held you there for a moment kissing your forehead then let you go. He turned to Jaemin. “I’m gonna start the car,” he said walking out your front door. Jaemin nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to you letting out a sigh, hands in his pocket.

“I feel like if I say anything else tonight I won’t be able to stop,” he began. “So,” he said stepping forehead and placing a sweet tender peck under your ear close to your cheek. “Goodnight,” he said walking towards the door. You were still surprised by his action. But the alert on your phone broke your trance.

A warning of heavy rain, likely to cause a flood appeared. You widened your eyes running down to get your brother and his friend before they got stuck. You ran down the steps of your apartment complex seeing Jaemin step into the passenger seat. Once the door shut you ran straight to the car tapping on the window. Jaemin rolled down his window sticking his head out confused. Jeno leaned over with the same expression.

“What happened?” Jeno asked you. “There’s a flood warning you shouldn’t drive. Come back upstairs,” you said attempting to catch your breath. Jeno scoffed shaking his head. “We’ll be fine. If I leave now we can make it-“

“No,” you shook your head. You didn’t want either of them to get caught in the flood and possibly get hurt. “Please Jeno just this once listen to me,” you said with pleading eyes. Jeno looked at Jaemin who was quiet the entire time. Jaemin shrugged, he didn’t mind staying at your place. Jeno sighed turning off his car and removing his seatbelt. Jaemin did the same both of them stepping out of the car and following you to the elevator.

—-

“One of you can sleep in the guest room and the other can take the couch,” you said now dressed in much more comfortable clothes. The boys had removed their shoes and coats but were still dressed in dresses and nice dress shirts. Jeno made his way to the guest bedroom leaving Jaemin on the couch. You chuckled at his childish behavior. Jeno ran to the spare bedroom calling dibs before he took off. Jaemin chuckled not really minding the space on the couch. You brought him some pillows and a blanket. Raindrops pattered on the window. Loud thunder crashed outside. You glanced at the window for a brief moment. The moonlight shined into your apartment. Raindrops covered the glass, new drops replacing the old. You could see from below water filling up on the streets. It looked about ankle deep but you weren’t entirely sure from how high up you were. “Y/n,” you heard Jaemin’s voice. You turned to him with a soft smile. You were starting to feel more comfortable around him. “Yes?” You asked walking closer to him. He sat on the couch with a gruff. You sat on the coffee table across from him crossing one leg over the other. Jaemin smiled eyes staring into yours. “What?” You asked feeling like his eyes targeted you as their resting place.

“You look very beautiful,” he complimented sincerely. You felt your body warm up. Hand covering your mouth to hide your smile. Jaemin lifted his hand up to remove your hand from your mouth. He placed it above your thigh, his hand above yours.

“Don’t hide,” he said eyes following yours that dance around looking for a place far from his to land. “I want to keep looking at you. You have a beautiful smile,” he said cheeks rising.

“Thank you,” is all you could say. He made you feel nervous but not in an uncomfortable way. The kind of nerves you get from having your first boyfriend or having your first kiss. They were nerves of anxiety that boiled in your stomach. They were nerves of excitement and anticipation. At this point you knew he liked you, you knew he wanted you. He even tried to kiss you outside. You couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

“I’m glad you agree,” he said lifting your hand to his lips. He placed a soft loving kiss on your knuckles. You smiled but pulled your hand away.

“Why are you saying these things? Aren’t you scared of my brother?” You asked. Jaemin sighed sitting back. You were worried you killed the mood until he spoke.

“I’m terrified of what he’ll do if he could read my mind. But I’m thankful he can’t. Besides if I kiss you or if you let me touch you when he’s not around,” his hand found his way back to your thigh slowly inching forward. “Then what is there to be afraid of?” He worded it like a question but there was no answer.

“Would you like to see my room?” You asked him. It was an odd question. He went from telling you a silent confession and you responded with a room tour. But the question ran deeper than anyone thought. When you were young Jeno had set an unwritten rule between you and Jaemin. He was never allowed in your room. Jaemin knew what the question really was and nodded taking your hand and following behind you.

You brought him to your bedroom his hand in yours. You stepped inside first letting your hand slip from his. The rain continued to fall outside pattering on your window. Your room was dark the only source of light coming from the moon and nearby buildings. You brushed Jaemin’s chest with your body to flick on your lamp. The dimly lit lamp created a warm glow in your bedroom. Jaemin looked around taking in the atmosphere. A part of him felt a sense of nostalgia being in your bedroom, even if it wasn’t the one you grew up in.

“Jaemin,” you called. You started to walk over to where you stood. But you halted his movement with your hand. He stopped slight worry on his face. We’re you already gonna kick him out? “Yes?” He asked feet meeting together as he stood straighter. “Close the door behind you,” you said using your index finger to motion to the open bedroom door. He chuckled turning around hair bouncing as he moved. He closed the door. “Lock it too,” you said confidently. The lock clicked and he turned back to you.

“I really like your room. It’s very you-“

You had dropped the book in your hand the minute the door clicked and marched straight for Jaemin. Feeling a wave of confidence flood your body. With every step you took, you felt freedom and worry. Even now Jeno was in a part of your mind. The reason your conscience had a voice. That was part of the thrill of it as well. Getting caught by Jeno, since there wasn’t much he could do anyway.

Pulling his shirt down your lips attached themselves to his. You pulled him closer a hunger forming in the pit of your stomach. Your hand slid up the back of his neck gripping his black locks. He groaned into your mouth wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands found the small of your back. Sliding down to pull your waist closer to him. You both pulled away to take a breath. Chest rising touching one another when both of your chests rose up. Through pants, Jaemin spoke just above a whisper.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that," he looked into your eyes. Big eyes that you swear were twinkling. You smiled pulling back into a kiss. It was less passionate soft and tender. When you kissed him your hands touched the sides of his face and he remained on the small of your back. They didn’t explore each other's bodies they just relaxed. When you pulled apart his eyes were still closed. His lips were pursed and lashed dusting his flushed cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting so much more,” you said feeling the confidence in your body go straight to your head. Jaemin tilted his hand confused. You grabbed him and pushed him onto your bed. He bounced up forming a smirk on his lips. He laid further back as you approached him getting comfortable on your bed. He leaned only his head and arms up just to get a better view of you. He assumed you would crawl onto his lap. But instead when you walked over you stopped in between his legs.

You bent down on your knees keeping your eyes locked with his. He gulped sensing a change in the mood. Your hands rubbed up and down his jean-covered thighs. Inching closer and closer to his length. You palmed him over his jeans. He hissed hardening underneath your touch. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he told you from above. You shook your head hands finding his zipper. You pulled down the metal item slowly pulling down his pants. “I want to you,” you said back honestly.

He picked up his ass to make it easier for you to pull down his jeans. When they reached his ankles you completely removed them and threw them away. “What if your brother comes?” He asked you. You shrugged palming him above his boxers using him to groan when he felt your hand squeeze him. “Let him find us. It’s part of the thrill,” you said. Jaemin smirked poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. You leaned forward rubbing your hands and nose on his clothed cock. Jaemin couldn’t but back his smile. His fantasy was finally coming true.

He wanted you in so many ways. He wanted to be your best friend, your boyfriend, your husband if you let him one day, and your lover. Now his hopes became to rise at the very idea he could have all those things with him.

But at this moment in time, you are his lover. You thought of a bright idea. You licked your lips taking his clothed dick between your teeth. Biting on it causes Jaemin to groan a little too loud. He leaned forward raising his entire body. His chest already raising up and down. “Did you just bite me?” He asked eyes wide. You sat back on your heels. You nodded Innocently. “Do it again,” he said.

You leaned forward biting his length. Causing his hands to slide down the back of your hand. After some time your hands reached the hem of his underwear pulling it down his body watching his cock spring out. It was angry and red. Standing tall precum glistened on his dick. You spit onto your hand. Taking his dick and jerking it. He shuddered under your touch silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You increased your speed loving the reaction you got from his body every time you slowed down.

“Y/n please,” he whined. You leaned your body forward too half resting on his spread thighs. You spit onto his dick pressing a small kiss at the tip followed by a couple of licks. “Fuck,” he cursed shifting around. His cock twitched in your hand precum leaking from the top. You engulfed his cock in your mouth causing Jaemin’s body to shudder. He let out a low groan to make sure Jeno couldn’t hear him.

“Fuck princess our taking me so good,” he said groan head falling back. He continued his praises until he came into your mouth. He immediately lifted you up throwing you on your bed. You both giggled cheeks feeling like they were on absolute fire. You removed your own top in a slight rush throwing it to the side while Jaemin focused on your blue shorts. He undid the string dragging the shorts down your legs. You removed your own bra throwing it to the side where it landed next to your shirt. Jaemin kissed and sucked on your thighs feeling and molding the plush skin. Your hand ran through his dark locks as he sucked your clit over your clothed pussy.

Your eyes shut for a moment. The friction you received helped in the slightest to find any source of release. The pleasure he was giving you made you forget about how loud you weren’t supposed to be. You let out a high moan when he pulled your panties to the side and sucked on your clit. Jaemin’s used his hand, sliding it up your body and covering your mouth. When your muffles became too loud he halted his movements. He smirked starting to pull your panties down your waist.

“Princess if you don’t want Jeno to know you have to keep quiet,” he said looking into your eyes from below. Once he successfully pulled off your black panties he molded them into a ball and stuffed it inside your mouth. “I want to hear you, baby, I do. But for now, I have to fuck you in silence. Can you do that?” He asked the lust in his voice causing it to drop an octave. You nodded understandingly bringing your naked body upwards so your pussy could meet his bare cock. You rubbed against him causing him to sigh out in pleasure. He looked down seeing your pussy lips suck him.

He grabbed hold of his dick dragging it to your clit meeting your speed and pussy every time. Adding pressing you yelped into your panties when you felt his tip press hard on your clit. You let out muffled moans through the black panties in your mouth. Drool forms at the sides of your lips. “How do you want me?” He asked looking into your highs. His eyes were half open getting drunk off the taste and feel of your wet pussy that dripped onto the sheets. At this point Jaemin was so lost in you he bend down and lick every inch of your pussy sucking you dry, Including tasting whatever you leave on your bed. You picked up your hand removing the panties from your lips causing Jaemin’s brow to raise.

“No condom,” you said holding onto his biceps and squeezing them whenever his tip met your clit. He looked surprised for a moment. “You sure?” You placed the panties back in your mouth nodding yes. “Yes,” you said through muffles. Jaemin pulled back dragging his cock in circles around your clit while his finger found its way to your hole. He slid inside preparing you with his finger. He added another curling them inside you added enough pressure to squeeze your thighs together around his forearm.

You moaned against the panties feeling yourself getting closer to cumming. You tighten around Jaemin’s fingers walls pulsing. You felt the knot in your stomach. Your high was so close you could taste it. Jaemin knew so he pulled out causing you to whine. He shushed you and aligned his cock at your entrance slowly slipping inside you. He inched himself in feeling your velvet walls clench around him. He held onto your waist for support, you sucked him up so well.

“Fuck princess you feel so good,” he praised slipping deeper inside you until he fully rested himself in you. He gave you a minute to adjust letting you take charge of the speed. When you tapped his arm and squeeze the muscle he began to move. He was slow at first hips meeting yours until you squeeze around him telling him to speed up. His speed increased fucking into you much harder and faster. You brought yourself up to your elbows watching as he disappeared inside you. Your head fell back panties slipping from your lips. Muffled moans that could be heard clearly through the small spaces of the pantie scared Jaemin.

He pulled you forward from behind your neck stuffing the panties into your mouth. He left his two fingers there allowing you to suck on them. From this angle, he was hitting even deeper inside you. Causing your head to fall back in a daze.

He pulled you forward eyes forced to meet his. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Do good for Na Na okay?” He said with a smirk. His whole body flexed as he fucked you. Sweat seeped down over every outline on his torso. His biceps flexed harder glistening in the dim lighting. It felt like fucking him after what he’d looked like from the gym. Hair stuck to his forehead and lips glistening from what could only be you.

He held onto you pounding hard inside you, lips caught between your teeth. You wanted to scream from how good he bad you feel but couldn’t. A part of you didn’t even care about Jeno finding out. A part of you wanted him to know, it would be the biggest fuck off you could give him. You absolutely loved your brother but you were an adult now and it was starting to really get out of hand. The controlling needs to end and it starts with you fucking his best friend.

Jaemin flipped you over turning you around and fucking you from behind. He messily spread around your cheeks watching with an open mouth as he disappeared inside you causing him to let out a series of low groans. He pushed your head into your pillow holding your arms behind your back as he pounded into you. The panties slipped from your lips. Jaemin picked them up removing them completely. He pushed your head back into the pillow. You let out loud moans intentionally into the pillow that could still be heard.

“You have to be quiet princess, what if Jeno hears?” He cooed. “So what if he does?“ you responded back causing the man to smirk. He slipped out flipping you onto your bed. He held onto your hips gripping onto the flesh. Your back arched off the mattress feeling your high draw closer and closer. The knot in your stomach formed as you squeezed tightly around Jaemin. He brought his thumb to your clit circling it quickly as watched your mouth fall open and brows furrow in pleasure.

“Fuck Jaemin Im so close,” you moaned catching your lip between your teeth. He grabbed onto your jaw forcing you to look at him. Orbs staring into each other getting lost in the feeling and touching you clenched around him hard feeling your cum coat his dick. Jaemin groaned out loud for the first time echoing in your room. You could see the sun coming up from behind him shining on his bare back and over his shoulders onto your face.

“Good job princess,” he praised thrust becoming even more messy. His brows furrowed feeling himself getting closer to cumming. “Come on baby, come on Na cum in me,” you pleaded helping him get closer to his high. He groaned a couple more curses flexing his hips in you for the final time.

“Come in me,” you moaned. He flexed again painting your insides white. Just as you Botha started to slowly come down from your highs there was a knock on your bedroom door.

You both quickly got dressed. You put on your shorts and your big T-shirt and you fixed up your hair. Jaemin hid away by the side of your bed. You opened the door slowly rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn. “Good morning to you too,” you said to Jeno who smiled. He didn’t step inside your room just stood at the door holding a bag in his hand.

“Good morning. The rain cleared a while ago so I ordered some breakfast,” he said fully clothed just missing his shoes. You nodded accepting the brown bag from his hand. “Thank you,” you said taking the bag in your hand. “I ate mine already so it’s just yours and his in the bag,” you nodded placing the bag on your nightstand. “I’m gonna take off now leave you to your morning,” he said rather politely which made your brows raise. He was never this nice, especially in the morning.

“Jaemin!” He called causing your heart to skip a beat. “Jaemin I know you in here,” he said looking towards your bed. Jamein slowly stood up coming from around the bed shirtless bit dressed in his dress pants. “Jeno I’m sorry I know you said not-“

Jeno waved his hand. “I don’t care,” he said causing you both to look at one another stunned then back at Jeno.

“You don’t?” You asked. He shook his head with a smile. “I’ve known Jaemin my whole life. He’s a good guy and I can tell he really cares about you. If there’s any guy out there that I’d want you to date it would be him,” he said looking over at Jaemin who just smiled.

You however weren't exactly pleased with this. “So if it were anyone else-“

“I’d probably rip their head off,” he said with a smile. You nodded walking over to hug him. “Yeah exactly,” you said in his arms. “Are you coming back with me?” Jeno asked Jaemin. He looked over at him and you. When he looked at you he shook his head. “I’ll stay for a bit if it’s okay with Y/n,” he said.

“It’s more than okay,” you replied. Jeno let you go saying goodbye again and then finally took off.

“Close the door behind you!” You yelled and nodded throwing a thumbs up in return. Once Jeno left, you ran to Jaemin, who caught you in his arms. “I say we eat and then we head back to bed, maybe relax for a bit then I can...” Jaemin said placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You nodded drawing closer to his lips. “We can do that,” you said, closing the gap between you.

Fin

Man this one took some time. I’ve started working while writing this and I also caught a cold so that’s my excuse for it taking to long lol. I hope once everything slows down I can be back to writing again. Until then I hope you enjoyed this, I tried hard to make it really good lol.

See you soon ;)

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A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour. K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony. It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy. A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination. He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead. The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it. The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic. It’s fucking embarrassing. Dragged me across Hyde Park. I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas. It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office. The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair. The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added. “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice. That he doesn’t have that authority. So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly. He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot. There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse. Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again. His eyes were dry. He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift. After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch. Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching. And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person. Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos. He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age. They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two. She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned. Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time. 2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch. He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours. Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM. And an important one.

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw. Harry held his breath. Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him. Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk. If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year. Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.

Wurst looked at him. He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen. His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds. He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door. It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan. With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over. On the back was an appointment date and time. Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

#drarry #kinktober #but like DIY kinktober #kinktober parallel play #you can hide anything in the tags #nobody can stop you #my tags are so big because they're full of secrets #24k9

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starquestingfordrarry · 11 months ago

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My Shit, Master List

(it's all drarry)

Fics

Over 10k

Simulation Theory | E | 35k

An offer to test out a new invention for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes turns into a whole lot more when Harry discovers who has the other part of the paired set.

With Love in Her Luminous Eyes | T | 30k includes art by myself and ItsPhantasmagoria

The Demiguise lived in Grimmauld Place, and she lived all alone.

Half Sick of Shadows | E | 39.7k

Harry and Draco have been sleeping together for months, and it's fine. It's enough for Harry. But when things finally start to feel like the more Harry's been hoping for, a strange tapestry project has him worrying he won't ever get the chance. Or: the one with sheep, dragons, and a whole lot of weaving metaphors.

Of easy wind and downy flake | E | 14k | gift for ItsPhantasmagoria

It’s snowing in July, and it’s Malfoy’s fault. Or, the one where the house wants the boys to kiss.

Strange Entanglements (the particles of us) | E | 15.3k | gift for wilfriede

Harry and Draco are colleagues, buried in their own sub-sections of the Department of Mysteries. When Draco's career-making experiment goes terribly wrong, they end up far closer than either could have imagined.

People Are Boring | E | 14.3k | Dronarry

“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”

Under 10k

Measure My Lordship With Thine Vulgar Aye | M | 1k

Draco buys some Muggle magnets for the office.

Round Robin: Mud, Bath & Beyond (chapter 5) | E | 7.2k

Draco and Harry are up to something on a Muggle Studies field trip (to a field).

Draco L Malfoy (the L stands for legs) | E | 1.8km | gift for NoxNoir

Harry could spend the rest of his life in the embrace of Draco Malfoy’s legs. If he was lucky, he would.

We Don't Have Thanksgiving, Potter, But You're Still Getting Stuffed | E | 1.6k

Harry stuffs the turkey, Draco stuffs Harry

His Favorite Word | T | 0.2k | gift for minty_petals

Harry has a new favorite word

Eyes All Aglow | G | 3.4k

Sequel to With Love in Her Luminous Eyes. Lenore's first Christmas.

Lover, Tempt My Vow | G | 1.2k

Draco has something to ask. Sequel to Measure My Lordships With Thine Vulgar Aye

Your Hot Hands | E | 7.5k

Draco always wanted to know where Harry Potter disappeared to. This is not what he expected.

'Neath Arbor Eaves | E | 3k

Harry and Draco are stranded in the Forbidden Forest. What horrors lurk in the shadows?

both lips on the mirror | E | 4.1k

Harry doesn't mean to watch Malfoy masturbate

Art

Drawtober 2023 | E | Digital

Drawings done in October following the prompts from boshspice's boshhptober2023 (most of them are combined because I have poor time management skills)

I couldn't convince myself to turn you away | T | Digital | gift for arminaa

inspired by Within You Without You

to the sundered earth | G | Digital | gift for apricitydays

inspired by Once More to Arcady

Muggle Studies, Lesson 1: Recreation | G | Digital | gift for Inheartofwinter

Harry takes Draco to a muggle amusement park

Phallus impudicus | E | Digital | gift for DodgerKedavra

On a foraging trip through a fall forest, Harry finds a bountiful harvest

Branta canadensis | G | Digital | for FellyTone

Harry protects Draco from a killer goose

Drawtober 2024 | E | Digital

Drawings done in October 2024 following boshspice's prompts

Drarry Sketchbook 2024 | E | Digital

collection of various drarry drawings, ranging from sweet to naughty

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pegafin · 6 days ago

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Over the River and Through the Woods

A special AI generated Thanksgiving home

Are you a grandma looking for the perfect house for the whole family? Give them a Thanksgiving over the river and through the woods, in this charming new-build from a bygone era! Enjoy acres of woodland property with picturesque wildlife, including pumpkins and wild hand-turkeys. 9 bed, 6 bath, original linoleum flooring.

Quaint veranda foyer with attic.

Front Hall

Cozy den with microwave-TV (left), and meat & eggs parlor (right)

Fully enclosed sunroom

Formal sitting-kitchen

Intimate dining room with meat and whipped cream light fixtures.

Auxiliary dining room

Back side hall Bedrooms for all the grandkids! 🤩

Sumptuous bedrooms for all the grown-up relatives!

This room has a Thanksgiving hadrosaur, and a mistletoe fixture 😘

...Even a room for your least favorite in-laws!

And now 🥁 the rooms where all Thanksgivings finish: 🚽The Bathrooms!🛁

Old people know exactly what that bathroom fixture with the red trim on the right is! 😎 …Amiright, old people? 🤔

Who remembers these bathing fixures, from back in the day? ✨Very unique and timeless finds for any collector!✨

Charming powder-mud-room

Updated master bath, with nesting swags for wild backyard birds!

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bradshawssugarbaby · 1 year ago

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Timeless - II (Bob Floyd x Reader)

A/N: Hi besties! Lil early birthday treat from me (I'm hoping to write part three on my birthday but we'll see) with part 3!

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining, OC's mom meddling but it's cute, Bob swears like once.

word count: 1.8k

one - two -

The Taylor home was practically humming with noise as your family prepared for Thanksgiving festivities together. Your mother was in the kitchen, channeling her inner Food Network tv personality as she made the holiday meal. Your younger brother was home from college, and your teenage sister had brought a friend over for the day to meet everyone and watch the hours-long football marathon that began early in the afternoon that day, following the thanksgiving day parade. Just as the Commanders were taking on the Cowboys, your doorbell rang. Despite there being several other people in the room with you, you appeared to be the only one able to hear it ringing. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you stood up to answer the door. In your doorway stood Bob, in a football jersey and jeans, a casual look that you remembered well from high school. He laughed softly as you answered the door, a warm, friendly smile on his face.

“Hey Krissy, Ma sent me over to see if your folks wanted any pies, she made these apple pie tarts and she made enough to feed the entire naval base, but I don’t think they’d fly back with me very well.” He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Although, I’d love to show Hangman what a real apple pie tastes like. He swears the ones in the store are the same thing. You’d think being from the south, he’d know better.” He laughs again, his cheeks blushing as he speaks about his current life.

“Hangman? Your friend’s name is…Hangman?”

“No, it’s a callsign, all of us have one. His real name is Jake. Then you have Bradley who goes by Rooster, Natasha is Phoenix-”

“Ok then, what’s yours?” You raise an eyebrow with your arms folded across your chest.

“Bob. I got kinda confused when they asked me when I first started…so I told them my nickname and it stuck. Although now if you ask Hangman, he tells you it stands for “Baby on Board” because I’m the youngest out of the team.” He shakes his head laughing softly before looking up at you, his deep cobalt blue eyes meeting yours. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours.

“I’m sure my mom would appreciate them, she’s sort of up to her eyeballs in cooking right now. I think she’s aiming to compete with yours for who can make the most food,” you laugh as you step aside to let Bob in, “Come on in, we’re just watching football, Ma’s banned us all from entering her kitchen.”

Bob laughed and walked inside your family home, the home he was so familiar with as a child, where you’d play hide and seek in the different rooms, sipping lemonade on your mother’s porch swing on the veranda out front, sneaking treats upstairs to your room when you were little, hiding while you devoured them way too close to dinner time. Helping you sneak in through your bedroom window late at night after a party you weren’t supposed to be at, driving you home in his dad’s beat up old pickup truck that had a habit of always getting stuck in the mud.

Your house hadn’t changed hardly at all since your family moved in all those years ago. A coat of paint here and new furniture there and that was about it - it was almost identical to how it was when Bob was inside it last. The time he’d taken you to prom because your date canceled on you the day before. Bob had seen you crying at school and was comforting you the entire drive home that day, and he had offered to take you, because he hadn’t found a girl he’d like to ask yet. Part of you felt like Bob just felt bad for his best friend and didn’t want to see you upset, but the other part of you had hoped it was because he wanted to ask you.

“Bobby Floyd, how’re you doing? ‘Suppose we should be calling you Lieutenant now, shouldn’t we?” Your dad’s booming voice echoed through the house as he greeted Bob. Bob smiled warmly and nodded his head once as he spoke.

“I’m great, Mr. Taylor, and just Bobby is fine, I don’t really use the rank outside of work. We both know my Mama wasn’t going to be calling me Lieutenant when I got home,” Bob let out a hearty laugh as he turned to greet your younger siblings, “Wow, Megan, haven’t seen you since you were about 5 or 6, you must be like, 16 now? And Nate, Ma said you just graduated college? What did you end up going for?”

As Bob played catch-up with your dad and siblings, you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen where your mother was. You noticed your mother’s sly smirk on her face as she kneaded the pie crust she was working on.

“I hear Robert’s come to see you?” she hummed as she set the crust in the baking dish, trimming the edges as she spoke, “That was awfully sweet of him.”

“Mama, don’t start,” you warned quietly, shaking your head, “I told you, I don’t think Bobby feels that way.”

Your mother sighed and wiped the flour off her hands onto her apron, shaking her head. She gave you a pointed look. “Kristen Taylor, you know that Robert’s had eyes for you since he was six years old - don’t think that he’s changed his mind.”

“What makes you so sure? What are you, an expert in how he feels now?”

“I may not be, but I’m very good friends with someone who is. And she tells me that Robert specifically asked how you were doing and if his mama had seen you recently. You don’t ask about a girl after 10 years unless you want to see them, Kristen.” Your mother laughed softly as she put the pie in the oven. After a moment of silence while you tried to wrap your head around this new information, your mother shook her head.

“Kristen, his mama and I just want you kids to be happy. But let’s face it, he didn’t come here just to see if we wanted some extra apple pies. And his mama did not “accidentally” make too many.”

“How did you know why he was here?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow as you folded your arms across your chest, watching your mother intently as you awaited a response.

“I can’t reveal all my secrets to you now, can I, Kristen?” Your mother smiled warmly as she looked towards the doorway. You followed her gaze, turning around to face Bobby, his cheeks turning pink as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning his hip against the door frame. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit of his for as long as you’d known him, and smiled.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, you look lovely, Mama wanted me to come by and see if you wanted some apple pies…but I’m guessing she called you ahead of time to tell you?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously having heard the last half of your conversation.

“She did, Robert! And congratulations, it sounds like you’ve become quite the accomplished Naval lieutenant while you’ve been gone. Your mama’s been filling me in on what you’ve been up to. She’s very proud of you, but I’m sure you know that already.” Your mother nodded her head as she smiled.

“I do, m’am, she’s very glad I’ve come home for a few days. I don’t get leave too often now with everything going on back on base, but I try to come home when I can. Last few years we just went to Texas and met halfway at my brother’s house in Austin. This year though my brother and sister have brought all the little ‘uns up here, so poor Ma’s got all 3 of us kids up here, plus my brother’s two and my sister’s two, and their partners. It’s a bit of a full house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to escape when she asked me to come by.” He laughed softly, “I love my nieces and nephews but boy, do they know how to tire you out.”

“I can imagine! Actually, while you’re here, could I steal you to help Kristen for a moment? I need the serving trays brought down from the attic, but I can’t trust Nate to carry them without dropping one, and Megan’s terrified of going up there,” your mother laughed as she discreetly shot you a smirking glance.

“Oh, I’d be happy to, Mrs. Taylor. Krissy and I’ll get them down for you.” Bob smiled as he took your hand playfully and went off upstairs with you. It felt just like old times, his hand leading you up the stairs to the attic where the two of you used to hide and play in as kids. You’d turned it into a clubhouse of sorts for the two of you growing up, a sanctuary away from the chaos of having a big family and school work and chores - a place for just the two of you.

Bob sighed happily as he looked around the attic. The two of you had so many memories of being in here together, and for you, it felt like they all came flooding back at once.

“God, I haven’t been in here in years,” he said as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remember that time you hid up here when we ate all of your mama’s apple pie she’d baked for the school bake sale? She was madder than a wet hen, and we thought hiding up here would be the smartest choice. Then, sure as shit, she found us laughing and covered in apple pie filling.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “We both got grounded for that one, I think that was the first time my mama ever had to ground me, and it was because of you in the first place!”

“Hey, I didn’t make you eat it,” you laughed as you held your hands up innocently. “I just encouraged you to join me. Not my fault that you did.”

Bob shook his head and smiled thoughtfully at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. You hadn’t noticed how closely you two were standing to one another until now, your bodies only a few inches from each other, close enough to feel each other’s body heat radiating. You instinctively bit your lip - your own nervous habit, and Bob gently stroked your cheek with his hand. He pulled you in closer and smiled softly.

“God, I’ve missed you, Kristen.” He said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand still gently stroking your face, “I really, really missed you.”

#lt. robert floyd x reader #lt. robert floyd x you #lt. robert floyd #lt. bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #lewis pullman #not cm #top gun fanfiction

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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randomfoggytiger's Fictober Wrap Up, 2023

My first Fictober has concluded; and I decided to throw together my entries, thoughts, and acknowledgements into one post for posterity.

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Fictober Fics

"The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully"

Mulder and Scully reunite in the afterlife, two skeletons dancing in the rain and the mud.

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

Queequeg, alive and savage, joins Scully on her Chinga vacation.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part I

Mulder and Scully are attacked and turned into vampires by Ronnie Strickland. Scully's crisis begins when her faith seemingly rejects her.

"Time Passing in Moments"

Post Fight the Future Scully brings Halloween to Mulder, determined to give him a break while they wait and wait and wait for OPR.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part II

Mulder encourages Scully not to give up on her faith, both of them choosing to face potential death by holy fireball rather than letting her live in fearful limbo.

"There's Something Up There Mulder"

Scully realizes that Tooms is likely a distant relation of the Gender Bender Brethren (Amish hats are mentioned.)

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

Metaphorical similarities between Mulder's supposed red-green colorblindness (which he does not have) and red-hot Phoebe Green.

"How Much You're Like Ahab"-- Mulder parallels his and Scully's crime scene eating habits to those of their cannibalistic pets.

"The Truth Is Out There-- But So Are Lies"-- Scully ruminates on her partner's ease with lying; and her ability to save him from Them and himself.

"Something Approaching a Normal Life"-- Mulder realizes Scully had invited him to (a disastrous) Thanksgiving to distract himself from the anniversary of his sister's abduction. He plans to return the favor.

"Preying on the Weak and Vainglorious"-- Post Sanguinarium Mulder ruminates on bad luck and bad ends; and Scully insists he's beautiful.

"Kids Today, Huh?"-- 2023 Mulder sinks into a slump after listening to a mopey song all day. Scully reasons him out of it.

"Is Being Made a Fool Of a Crime, Agent Mulder?"-- Mulder and Scully celebrate life, the dead, and all the Roadrunners and Wile E. Coyotes of the world. (My "happy birthday in a way, Mulder" fic.)

"We Need to Get Help"-- Mulder contemplates the glaring similarities between Gender Bender and Never Again and the new differences in his partner.

"We'll Think of Something"-- The Unnatural Scully grumbles over Mulder's tendency to run off into trouble. She goes, anyway.

"End of the Road"-- Mulder's peace after Closure.

"He Had Parents Who Loved Him"-- The Mulder family and baseball.

"I Think She Was Just Trying To Get Away"-- Scully reminisces on Mulder's distance and need for distraction post Monday.

"You Don't Know the First Thing About Me"-- Krycek has fixed opinions about the Syndicate, Mulder, Marita, and morals.

"My Religious Convictions Are Hardly the Issue Here"-- Scully and Mulder try to tackle her fears post All Souls.

"I'm Tired"-- Scully draws parallels between her Tithonus experience and Mulder's Sleepless and Demons one.

"Life’s Just a Path”-- If Melissa were alive post Fight the Future and Millennium, she'd never let her sister live it down.

"I Think He’s a Hard Kid to Love”-- Post Schizogeny Scully is sent on a case with Mulder to unofficially help Skinner's friends, one of which is a bear. (Prompts and artwork contributed by my two sisters.)

"Mulder Will Be Back”-- Jeffrey Spender sneers at Mulder's "hubris."

"Easy for You to Say”-- Post First Person Shooter Mulder is enamored with his little battle girlfriend.

"No More Paranormal than a Change of Wardrobe”-- Freshly-dating Mulder and Scully's lifestyles don't quite match yet; but the effort is worth it.

"What Must a Mother Go Through”-- Post Emily Mulder reasons Scully out of her Mrs. Peacock comparisons.

"Watch Over You Wherever You Go”-- One Breath Maggie remembers the many reinterpretations of her daughter's necklace.

"Your Ideas Are Weirder than Ours”-- The Lone Gunmen are woken by two very grumpy-with-each-other special agents.

"Doesn’t Make Him Less of a Miracle”-- AU Mulder tries to fight colonization and wrangle his "sea monster" child at the local ball pit.

"Sooner or Later a Man’s Gotta Face His Demons”-- Post Amor Fati Scully prods Mulder on a stakeout about his lack of Samhain hunting.

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My Thoughts

It's been a few years since I've committed to a daily creative project, but this month flew by. It was a joy to prove myself, in a way; and an even greater privilege to take other people's prompts and turn them into stories. I'm proud of the work I put in, proud of how they turned out, and proud that they entertained anyone who read them.

I did discover a personal writing flaw: grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Which, given that I write and "edit" everything in under an hour and that my brain autocorrects and rewrites while I'm actively writing, is understandable. There are multiple reblogged versions of my finalized fics because I would spot an error and edit after publication but not before the readers hit. And that's okay! (When my Ao3 submission goes through, I'll upload each fic "in its final form", so no sweat there.)

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Trivia

Each fic was named with a quote from The X-Files, mostly from Mulder and Scully but also by various side characters (Phoebe Green, Krycek, and Maggie, namely.)

I tackled Scully's religion a lot this month as a way to work out my frustrations with her episodes: her belief in the series has always been chocked up as "yes man" syndrome; and I believe it did a disservice to Scully, multi-layered character that she is. I hope it did her a little more justice.

In a way, I dedicate "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully" to @enigmaticdrblockhead-- whose writing not only influenced that piece but also sticks with me to this day-- and @perpetually-weirdening-- whose interest in an immortal Scully breathed life into this idea.

In a way, I dedicate "The Truth is out There, But So Are Lies" to @suitablyaggrieved: the discussion we had (concerning Mulder's ability to lie quite well) rattled around in my head until I put it down "on paper."

In a way, I dedicate "Something Approaching a Normal Life" to Baroness Blixen, who is the master of weaving angst and fluff into her holiday fics.

In a way, I dedicate "I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself" to @settle-down-frohike because it reads more meta than fic (while also reading as fic.)

In a way, I dedicate "He Had Parents Who Loved Him" to @television-overload, whose baseball fic inspired by Field of Dreams still takes up space in my noggin.

And I think that's all my thoughts for now~.

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Acknowledgements and Thanks

@baronessblixen for encouraging me to write this month-- another boost on the long list of encouragements you've given me~.

@agent-troi and @welsharcher (my Fox Mulder Singleton Club members) for their generous prompts. Truly touched by both of you: your loooooooong list, agent-troi; and your vibey suggestions, welsharcher.

@wexleresque for your vampire prompt (that was a fun fic challenge), and your "looking up at the sky" prompt (which challenged me to tackle older years Mulder and Scully.)

@stephy-gold for her Nessa Barrett song prompt (which I plugged into older years Mulder and Scully)-- I learned something new and tackled a genre that is not my favorite (songfic.)

@tossingmyglossymane for the post Monday prompt, which was more challenging to write than expected (and turned out great.)

@xxsksxxx for the prompt about Scully's cross necklace-- that was an initial struggle to nail down until I tied it back to Maggie; then it flowed~.

Anon for the prompt wanting Mulder to mull over Scully's words in Gender Bender (which tied, I thought, perfectly into his confusion in Never Again.)

Thank you to my sisters for the fall prompts that lead to Bernie the Bear (and another thank you to my younger sister who let me include her doodle for that day's Fictober entry.)

And thank you to everyone who engaged, liked, reblogged, and anything else! (I always like to dip in and out of the Notes section to see how each person responded differently to each fic-- a bonus game: make guesses and see if they're correct.) There are too many to count, so I'll just include a few off the top of my head: @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @amplifyme, @pianogirlxf, @scullys-scalpel, @teenie-xf, @agertiegirl, @improlificinsarcasm, @borogirl, @tofuttim, @mysteryness, @rosedyl, @spidey-is-tired, and others~!

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Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

#txf #fic #Fictober #compilation #Wrap Up #mine #xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fic #randomfoggytiger's fic

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