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azzo0 · 7 months ago

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Happy Mama Day

Summary: Touya and the kids surprise you for Mother's Day.

Contains: soft Touya, fluff, kids n sappy stuff

Pairing: Touya x f!reader

wc: 2.1k

Based on this idea.

Touya buried his face under a blanket when little hands slapped his cheek. A little girl's voice screamed at him excitedly to wake up. He opened his eyes slightly, sighing into the pillow when both his kids started jumping on the bed, singing, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Daddy, Daddy, Keiko said it's Mama day today!" His son yelled, pulling the blanket off him.

"It's called Mother's Day, not Mama Day, Takeo." His daughter sassed, crossing her arms as if she knew some great secret her younger brother didn't.

"Stop jumping, Takeo. I'm up." Touya sighed, sitting up and running a hand through his snowy hair, disheveled from sleep. Takeo jumped into Touya's lap, making him let out an 'oomph.'

"Daddy, Keiko told me-" the three-year-old began. Sometimes, Toya was surprised by how fluently the child could speak since most three-year-old's he knew yapped in baby language. He talked to Rei about it, and she told him he used to be the same.

"Keiko-Nee." He corrected, his gaze shifting to his eldest. She excitedly crawled to him and sat on her knees excitedly. He ruffled her bright red hair and looked down at Takeo, "What did she tell you?"

"Keiko-Nee told me that her teacher told her it's Mama Day!" The boy exclaimed.

"Is it?" He hummed.

"Can we do something special for Mama when she gets back from work?" Keiko asked. "My teacher told me you can show your thanks to your mothers today! Let's do something special!"

"How do we show our thanks?" Takeo asked, tilting his head.

"We can make her cards and make her favorite food or buy her gifts!"

Takeo gasped and looked up at Touya with wide eyes, the same colour as yours, "Does that mean we can cook a cake?"

"Bake a cake," Touya threw the child over his shoulder and got off the bed, holding a hand out for Keiko. She took his hand and jumped off the bed, "Sure we can, but first you two need to eat breakfast, clean up your rooms, get ready for the day, do your homework and then we'll bake Mama a cake, okay?"

"It's not fair that I have homework and Takeo doesn't!" Keiko lamented, puffing her cheeks out.

"He does have homework. He has a colouring book to fill. Isn't that right, Taki?"

The three year old nodded his head even though he wasn't sure what 'homework' was. Touya took the kids downstairs and made them sit at the dining table. He went into the kitchen and put on the apron. He took out a few eggs and beat them up with milk and sugar. He dipped slices of bread inside the eggs and then fried them, keeping them a little soft because that's the way his babies liked it.

He took the plates out in the dining room, setting them in front of the kids, "Eat up."

"Thank you," the two chimed.

He sat across from Keiko and Takeo. He sighed when Takeo began breaking the bread into bits without putting them in his mouth. Touya quickly finished his breakfast and helped Takeo with his. After breakfast, the kids followed him upstairs so they could clean their bedrooms. Keiko was six, old enough to make her bed and tidy her room, but Takeo still needed help, given he was only three.

He folded Takeo's blanket and kept it in the crib while Takeo picked up the toys littered on the floor and dumped them in the toybox. Once Touya was done with Takeo's room, he went to Keiko's room, watching his daughter huff and puff as she folded her giant blanket all by herself. She turned to him after she was done, flexing her arms, "I did it by myself!"

"You did great, Keiko." He lowered his back with Takeo on his hip and kissed Keiko's hair. He took her hand and led the kids to the bathroom.

He put Takeo down, took Keiko's unicorn toothbrush, put a small amount of toothpaste on it and handed it to her. He then proceeded to put toothpaste on Takeo's smaller shark toothbrush. He gave him the toothbrush and watched him look up at his sister and try to imitate her. Touya smiled to himself and took his toothbrush hanging beside yours. He brushed his teeth along with his kids and then helped them wash their faces, making them giggle when he patted them dry.

"Cake time!" Keiko squealed, stomping downstairs with Takeo chanting 'cake' behind her.

"Homework first, you two." Touya reminded sternly.

"But I don't have school tomorrow. I can do it later!" Keiko whined, "And Taki's homework isn't even real homework! You just make him sit down and colour a bunch'a pages so you can watch soccer on the TV!"

Toya raised his eyebrows amusedly as Keiko tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. He let out a chuckle and turned to the kitchen, "Alright, alright. Just don't make a mess, okay?"

"Yes!!" She exclaimed, taking Takeo's hand and following after her father.

Touya helped Keiko and Takeo into little aprons and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the cake mix he bought ages ago. It's not that he didn't know how to bake a cake from scratch, but with two kids involved, the kitchen was bound to get chaotic. He found a vanilla cake mix and took out a bowl and a hand beater, setting everything on the counter. He opened the flaps of the cake mix as the kids watched him excitedly. He took out a white coloured packet and cut it open with a pair of scissors.

"Can I put it in the bowl?" Keiko asked.

"Sure ya can. Come closer." He handed her the packet, and she carefully put the mix into the bowl. Keiko snatched the cake mix box and read the instructions, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the sentences.

"It says to... mix water, oil, 'n eggs with a mixer on... meedum...?"

"Medium," Toya corrected, encouraging her to go on.

"...speed or beat by hand for two minutes." She finished with a grin. Touya patted her hair and measured out the water and oil, which Takeo insisted he wanted to pour. Touya picked up Takeo so he could reach for the cups he had measured. He watched Takeo pick up the cup of oil in his chubby hands and empty it into the cake mix, followed by the water.

"You want to crack the egg?" Toya asked Keiko, smiling when she nodded excitedly. He showed her how to crack an egg and then handed her another one. She managed to crack the egg and let its contents fall into a bowl.

"Do we beat with an electric mixer or hand?" Keiko asked.

"Hand beater," Toya replied. He mixed the ingredients and then let Keiko take over for a little bit. Of course, Takeo didn't want to be left out and had to take a turn whipping the batter.

"And then we pop it in the oven," Touya transferred the batter into a cake pan and put it in the oven that had been preheating for some time.

"Daddy, while we wait, let's make Mama a birthday card!" Keiko exclaimed, pulling on his hand.

"I've got some cleaning up to do, Kei. You make one with your brother-"

"No! Don't you gotta wish Mom Happy Mother's Day too?" Keiko put her foot down and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, let's make a mama card," Takeo added.

"Fine," Touya sighed, "Let's go make a mama card."

He sat on the floor in the living room with the kids. Keiko handed him and Takeo A4-size papers and let them use her sketch pens and colour pencils. She told him how to make a card, speaking as if she was giving away the world's darkest secret, "So, basically, you fold it in half like this, and then you write 'Happy Mother's Day' in fancy handwriting. You can make a drawing if you wanna, and then on the inside, you thank Mama for all she's done. Any questions?"

"No, ma'am, thank you." Dabi picked up a blue sketch pen and nudged Takeo, "Say thanks to your sister, Taki."

"Fanks."

Touya had never made cards for anyone before. Sure, he'd received plenty of sweet ones from you, but he never gave you one in return. He folded the paper in half and tried mustering up his fanciest handwriting, which turned out looking like a doctor's note. He picked up a red sketch pen and threw in a couple of hearts and smiley faces.

He moved on to the inside of the card, and that's where he got stuck. The green sketch pen hovered over the paper as he thought of what to put inside. He had so much he wanted to thank you for. Your love, your support and your kindness. The list went on and on. He glanced up from the paper to see Keiko beautifully decorating the card while Takeo went on a scribbling spree. He smiled softly at the kids and looked down at the paper. He knew just what to write.

You knocked on the door and yawned, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. It had been a long day at work, but you couldn't wait to greet your husband and kids and then spend some time together on the couch after dinner. You heard a few excited cries, and the door was thrown open.

"HAPPY MAMA DAY!!" Takeo screamed, hugging your leg.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Keiko exclaimed with a grin, hopping from foot to foot.

"Oh, my babies." You smiled and stepped inside, pulling them both in a hug. You kissed their cheeks and made them giggle. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you for all you do, Mama! You're so cool!" Keiko beamed.

"So cool!" Takeo agreed.

"Okay, okay, let ya mama breathe." You looked up when you heard Touya's voice. His lips tugged up on the side in a smirk, "Hey. Happy Mama Day."

"Thank you," you laughed, kissing his cheek.

"We baked you a cake, and Papa made your favorite dinner!" Keiko exclaimed, "We also made you cards!"

"Mhm?" You took the card from Keiko and read through it with a stupid grin. You kissed her nose, "Aww, thank you, Kei. You're so sweet."

"Here is my mama card." Takeo waved his drawing in front of your face. You took it from him and gushed over the stick figures of him and you holding hands.

"It's lovely, thank you, Taki." You squished his cheeks together lovingly.

"Papa, where's your card?" Keiko asked.

"I didn't make any. What are you talking about?" Touya shrugged.

"Lies!"

Touya sheepishly revealed the hand in which he held the card. You got up from the floor and took the card, giggling at his messy handwriting adorned with hearts, flowers and smiley faces. It was so unlike him. You flipped it open and read it.

Happy Mama Day, wifey.

There's a lot I wish I could say to you more often, but putting it here feels easier. Thank you for all that you've done for me and our kids. Thank you for being by my side when nobody was and for holding my hand on sleepless nights and shooing away my nightmares. Thanks for dragging me out of my depressive episodes and taking me on ice cream dates. I'll never forget them. The ice cream was delicious, by the way.

Thank you for birthing our beautiful children. I'm so lucky to have you by my side to raise our kids. You're my definition of a blessing in human form.

With love,

Your handsome husband,

Touya

(P.S. You have a nice butt)

Your hands quivered as you read the note. Your eyes blurred with hot tears. They fell onto the card, and he pulled you into him and kissed your temple. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his chest, feeling his warmth seep into your skin, "Thank you, Touya."

"My words hit ya that deep? Maybe I should be a poet." He chuckled, combing your hair with his fingers.

"There's nothin' poetic about it." You muffled into his chest. You pulled away and pressed a kiss on his lips. His hand went to rest on your lower back as he leaned into you.

You were aware of the kids watching, so you pulled away and glanced back to see Keiko pretending to be very interested in the door handle while Takeo tugged at his sister's sleeve. You chuckled and held an arm open, "Come here, Keiko, Takeo."

You scooped up Takeo while Touya picked up Keiko. You let your head rest against Touya's shoulder, your heart brimming with joy and contentment, "I love my little family."

#touya fluff #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #mha x reader #dabi #azzo writes

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reysdriver · 1 year ago

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Hey, I was thinking about something with best friend!Eddie and fem!best friend!reader, but they secretly like each other.

Gareth invites the Hellfire club to spend a weekend at his beach house but Eddie and Reader decide to share the same room/bed.

(I would like things like them going to the beach or helping each other put on sunscreen... 🫣🫣)

Sorry if it's a very large or very specific request, you don't have to fulfill the request in parentheses if you don't want to

thank you!❤️

you and eddie share a bed on the first night of your beach house stay — bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader fluff

warnings: language, that's it i think

words: 1.6k

a/n: I might make this a 2-parter (or more low-key) cause I want to space it out and have the absolute max amount of pining and friends-to-lovers tension hehe

Gareth stared down at you, disapproving of you calling him ‘rich boy’, while unloading your bags from the back of Eddie’s van.

“I’m not rich, my parents just own a beach house.” He defended.

You raised an eyebrow. “You know that’s the richest fucking thing you’ve ever said, right?”

“They bought it back in the day when shit was just cheaper. You can go if you don’t want to be here, by the way.” Gareth said it with the sass of a true non-rich boy, and you decided to lay off the teasing.

You put your hands in the air in mock surrender. It’s been a long drive from Hawkins close to Cleveland, you weren’t turning back now. “Alright, fine, I’m done.”

You and the guys returned to grabbing your duffel bags and backpacks, then you closed the van’s back doors and went towards the front door of the brightly-painted building. Gareth put the lock into the key but faced you all before turning it.

“So, here it is, my family’s beach house. Ready for the tour and the house rules?” Gareth asked the three of you.

Everyone was ready for the tour, but you all seemed disappointed that there were rules you had to follow on your mini-vacation. Nevertheless, you all nodded—not necessarily agreeing to anything, just wanting to get inside and put your stuff down.

Gareth opened the door to reveal the inside of his modest beach house. Okay, maybe he wasn’t rich rich but you still thought about teasing him a few more times throughout your stay. The inside walls of the building were mostly made from light wood, with painted accents peeling in certain places. There were seashells and sand-filled bottles as decorations in the main hall—same as most beach houses, even though the whole point of them was that they were close to the beach all the time.

“First stop is the kitchen.” Gareth said, leading you all and stopping in front of the table. “If you want to use it, you have to promise not to burn the house down.”

Eddie shook his head. “Now, Garebear, you know I can’t make any promises like that.”

You and Jeff laughed at Eddie’s joke, but Gareth didn’t seem amused.

“I’m watching you, Ed. I’m serious, my parents will be pissed if anything happens to this place.” He looked back to you and Jeff as he continued. “Next, we have the living room. The tv works, plus we have some movies on those shelves, so we could maybe have a movie night or something tonight.”

Jeff went to look at the shelves that his friend just pointed at. “Yo, these movies are trash!” He laughed. “I’m not watching any of these.”

“Thank you so much for that valuable addition to the tour, Jeff. And they’re for my parents, obviously.”

“What about where we’re sleeping?” Eddie asked.

Gareth had told you all that the sleeping situation might be a bit problematic, and that he’d try to think of a best solution, but he hadn’t even told any of you what the issue was.

“So, we have the couch, it actually even pulls out…” Gareth paused, then started walking down a bright hallway to a pair of doors next to each other. He opened one of them. “Here’s my room; I’m sleeping here, of course.” Before you could even take a good look inside, he shut that door and opened the other. “And here’s the main bedroom. Two of you will have to share the big bed.”

All three of you looked at him with wide eyes at the idea. At the exact same time, you and Jeff tried calling dibs on the couch, then cringed at the fact that you both wanted it.

“Eddie, you don’t want the couch?” Gareth asked, noticing he seemed pretty calm about it all.

He shrugged. “Have you seen my room? I couldn’t give a shit about where I sleep.”

Even though you’ve seen his room and understood where he was coming from, Eddie seemed like he wasn’t being completely truthful. Unfortunately, you were too focused on having your own sleeping place to ask him what was wrong.

“Since you said it together, I may have to flip a coin.” Gareth said, already digging in his pockets to find one.

“No way, I don’t want to sleep next to Eddie.” Jeff protested. “No offence.”

“Offence taken, actually. I’ll have you know I am a lovely spooner, both big and little.”

Gareth laughed. “Yeah, like you’ve ever gotten to spoon with someone.” Before Eddie could even respond, he held out a quarter and stood between you and Jeff. “Alright, tails means Jeff gets the couch, heads means he gets to be Eddie’s first spooning partner.”

You nodded, watching the coin intensely as Gareth tossed it in the air. It was spinning too quickly for you to really see the sides, so you just crossed your fingers and looked at his face as he read it.

“Tails.” He looked at you. “Looks like you and Eddie can find a way to share the big room.”

You tried keeping your sigh quiet and hiding your upset, but you had to admit you were a bit disappointed about not having your own bed. You thought about it all throughout dinner and your movie night, and it stared you in the face when it was time to go to sleep.

Eddie dug through his duffel bag to find a pair of pyjama pants and a band t-shirt—of course. “If you want me to leave the room while you change, I can. I feel like that’s what girls want, right?”

You shook your head, fiddling with the fabric from your own set. “No, no, don’t worry about that. Just turn around for a second, maybe?”

He did just as you asked, turning around to face the corner of the room and getting changed himself while he waited for you to do the same. You quickly stripped yourself of the clothes you had spent all day in, and changed into the short black set you had packed with you.

“Okay, you can turn around now.” You told him after you were done.

He turned as you had said, but you both hesitated to get in bed, even though there was nothing left to do.

“You know, I can sleep on the floor or something if you don’t want to share the bed.” He offered unnecessarily.

“No way, I know you said you don’t care where you sleep, but that’s ridiculous, Eddie. I would never ask you to do that.” You slid underneath the bed sheets on your side. They were actually nice sheets; you would be sad to see Eddie sleep on the floor and miss that sweet thread count. “We’re basically grown-ups; we can share a bed without it being a big deal.”

He seemed less reluctant than before as he laid down next to you. “Well, I just wanted to err on the side of caution.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “You never want to be cautious, Eddie. That’s like, your whole thing.”

“Yeah, well, it’s different with you.”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant by that, but you chose to ignore it in case it was something negative. There was no way you’d want to share a bed with a friend after finding out he secretly hates you or something like that.

The two of you were lying down on opposite sides of the bed on your backs, but you leaned over to whisper to Eddie. “Goodnight, Eds.”

He wished you a good night in return, but it didn’t do much in the way of easing your nerves. For that, you just shut your eyes, clutched the blanket, and tried your hardest to fall asleep.

You weren’t sure about how long it took, but you did eventually sleep; and you woke up practically cuddling with your best friend. You were hugging him, your head was on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around your torso in return. You also weren’t sure how you got into that position, but you knew you had to get out of it. In an attempt to be soft and silent, you unwrapped your arms from Eddie and snuck out of his grasp.

You stood up and walked over to the nice kitchen to make yourself some morning tea—and get away from the friend you were just accidentally snuggling.

You didn’t even let the water in the pot fully boil since you didn’t want to wake anyone up, but it seemed your attempts to be quiet were unsuccessful, since you heard footsteps coming down the hall from the bedrooms.

Of course it was Eddie and this was the one time he woke up before the clock hit a double-digit hour. “Morning.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning.” You held out a mug for him. “Do you want some tea?”

“Absolutely not. But I’ll make myself a coffee if there’s any here.”

Eddie started rooting through the lightwood cupboards to find what he wanted, but you knew where it was, so you just handed it to him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” You told him. “So, um, how’d you sleep last night?”

“Really well, sweetheart. What about you?”

You nodded and held back a smile. “Same. I slept great.”x

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #friends to lovers #one bed trope #xena's requests

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luvfy0dor · 1 year ago

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“I Get Drunk on Jealousy ♡⁠˖” BSD Boys x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Jealousy/possessiveness, cursing (Nikolais), Sassy men

Description; Fyodor and Nikolai and how they act when they're jealous with short scenarios.

A/n; Thank you all so much for all the asks and 300 followers!! It means so much to me 💜 I hope you guys enjoy this, because I have like,, 7 child reader requests so I don't know how many romantic fics I'll have out inbetween, but we'll see!!

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

→ Fyodor will let you know if he's jealous through snarky and sarcastic remarks.

→ That being said, Fyodor knows you're not leaving him. He just wants your attention, especially since most of his time he's too busy with work to receive it in copious amounts.

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Fyodor could feel his eyelids starting to droop as he sat at a fancy table with lacy white cloth and clear glass centerpieces filled with beautiful flowers. The once majestic speckles of darker tones that occupied the flower were becoming boring and bland the more he stared at them. You told him a solid five minutes ago that you just wanted to say quick goodbyes to the attendees of your work party, but you didn't seem to be in any rush. He eyeballed you from across the room while you spoke to a coworker with a smile on your face; a smile that he had been robbed of for the past three minutes because you were talking to that guy.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, watching him tuck some of his hair behind his ear and sigh. You decided it would be best to swiftly wrap up the conversation and return to his side. "It's been great, but I think I gotta get going." You say with a soft chuckle. He waves you goodbye and you head back to Fyodor, your shoes quietly colliding with the cool tile of the floor. His eyes flicker back up to you and he immediately stands, reaching for one of your hands and grasping it gently.

"Finally ready to leave?" He said, a hint of sass in his voice as his eyes squinted slightly. You rolled your eyes and ran your thumb over his knuckles. "I was only talking to him for three minutes." You say leaning into Fyodors body as the two of you walk out of the party. You knew exactly what was ruffling your boyfriends feathers in the moment without him having to say any more than one sentence. "And that's a “quick goodbye”, in your words?" He questions, his voice stable and smooth. You sigh in defeat and shake your head, knowing that you probably should have wrapped things up quicker. "You're right, I'm sorry, Fedya." You apologize. "But it's not the end of the world." Squeezing his hand, you both continue walking, the cold evening air hitting your face when Fyodor opens the door for you.

"Do you not talk to him every day at work?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, holding your body close to his own. You sigh and lift your head off of his shoulder. "I said I was sorry." You murmur. "I forgive you, Moya Lyubov." He quietly sighed and rubbed his thumb affectionately on your hip as your car came into view. "Well you surely don't act like it. You drag things on sometimes, Fedya." You say, glancing up at him out of the corner of your eye. A miniscule frown creeps onto his face. "Oh. Do I?" He questions. You just nod before unlocking the car and reaching for the passenger side door handle. "I'm sorry, malyshka. I just want you to know how I feel." The soft apology leaves his pale lips as he reaches up to cup your cheek.

"It's alright, I understand." You mumble. He nods and lets go of you with a small smile and kisses your cheek before walking around the car to the driver's side. The both of you get in while trying to suppress the shivers and 'brrr''s that the cold night air had offered you, even through your warm clothing. Fyodor quickly starts the car and turns the heat up, blood becoming focused in his cheeks and nose while he rubs his arms for warmth. "You know I'm much happier to go home with you than to have spoke with him for another second, right?" You tell him, bringing the topic up again like you had criticized him for. You felt hypocritical but couldn't bring yourself to care in the moment. "Ofcourse I know that." He tells you, straightening his posture and looking over his shoulder in order to back out of the parking space. "I just think you could have used those three minutes on me instead." You nod in response. "Well while we're home I can spend all of my time on you if you quit dwelling on those three minutes." You tell him, reaching over and placing a hand on his thigh. He exhales and nods, keeping his eyes on the road. "Alright, I'll hold you to that, Myshka."

Nikolai Gogol ★

→ Nikolai is your favorite jester, therefore he should be the only one making you laugh! Seeing other people do that for you ticks him off, especially if it's someone just as serious as Sigma.

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Nikolais arms were around your waist as you sat on the couch, his attention glued to the TV show the both of you were watching. He had been on a recent kick for shitty reality tv shows and was currently knee-deep in an episode of Jersey Shore. You had lost interest in the mindless arguments not too far in and had been talking with Sigma via his new WhatsApp account that you made for him. Your fingers were gliding across the bottom half of the screen as you replied to his messages with small smiles and even a couple of giggles.

Your snickering had drifted it's way to Nikolais ears, and he couldn't help but peek over at your phone when he noticed nothing on the show was particularly funny. His eyes widened when he realized that SIGMA was the one making you all giggly like this. His fingers slide down your shoulder to pinch your arm, making you gasp and turn your head to him. He quickly grins and steals a kiss while simultaneously snatching your phone from your hands. You pull away with a dissatisfied hum, reaching for the rectangular electronic that he held out of your reach via a portal. "Hey, what's that for?" Your eyebrows furrow as you speak, a bit annoyed by his sly grin. "There's no way Sigma is that funny, dove." He claims, using his ability to place the phone on a far counter. His hand pulls back through and cups your face. "I know funny people, and Sigma is not one of them." He says with the tip of his nose nearly touching yours.

"Well he can have his moments." You defend your friend's humor or lack thereof to your boyfriend. "His moments are when he misses a step on a flight of stairs. That's about it if you ask me." He says, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed. "If you wanted to laugh, you should have asked me." He pouts, mumbling as he goes back to watching the TV. You raise an eyebrow and grab onto Nikolais hand. "He's not funnier than you, Kolya. I laugh at one message and you're gettin' all worked up." You quietly say, running a thumb over his knuckles. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, his brows still angled inwards. He switched his position from having his knees to his chest to sitting criss-crossed facing you, his frown still evident on his face. "I made a joke the other day and you didn't laugh." He says, his tone snarky. You can't help but roll your eyes at his ridiculous statement. "Okay, that was one time. I laugh at all of your other jokes, Kolya, I just wasn't in the mood." He looks rather dissatisfied with your answer, chosing to ignore you over it. "Oh, come on." You say, crawling into his lap and trying to get his attention back on you.

"Is this your way of trying to make me jealous in retaliation? Because your attention is all on the TV? Do you think Pauly D is hotter than me, babe?" You satirically ask, to which he scrunches his nose and rests his hands on your side and ass. "No. You've got a much better personality, darlin'." He leans in and kisses you sweetly. Upon pulling away for oxygen, you hear his voice speak up once again. "But if you keep laughing at Sigma of all people, he may start to look a little more appealing." He teases, his Cheshire Cat smile almost mirroring you less-teethy one. "Yeah, cause Pauly D wants you." You reply, pulling him in for another kiss which he happily returns. His eyes fluttered shut as your lips collided so sweetly, a great contrast to the angry yelling and censoring bleep sounds coming from the TV. "He doesn't know what he's missing, huh?" He plays into your joke. "One hundred percent. I love you Kolya, and I'm sorry if me laughing at Sigmas message made you upset." You apologize, kissing his cheek as an apology. He hums and rubs your back while occasionally gripping at the fabric of your shirt. "It's alright I suppose. I love you too, my dove."

A/n; Ugh no one knows how much I love writing for Nikolai. I think I just feel confident that I'm characterizing him correctly, if I'm not PLEASE humble me

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just-another-siimp · 2 years ago

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Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

#call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #this got long #i'm not sorry #i want a head rub now #simp writes #thanks komo for the save with soap

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Between Two Thorns | Chapter 5 | A Perfectly Executed Plan

Pairings: Mafia!Ateez x Fem!Original Character, Mafia!??? x Fem!Original Character, Mafia!Jeongin (I.N) x Fem!Original Character, feat Stray Kids

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) Mafia au, smut, angst, fluff

Summary: After an unforeseeable event, Amelia Lee finds herself torn between love and loyalty. What will her choice be? Her twin brother and the only family she's ever know? Or the man she never expected to fall in love with? Every decision, though, comes with a price.

Chapter Warnings: lies, gaslighting, deception, planning of murder, discussions of murder, steamy lil makeout

Word Count: 9.7 k

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Surprisingly, three weeks went by much more quickly and comfortably then Amelia would like to admit. In that time, she had gotten answers to a surprising amount of questions thanks primarily to Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong.

They had been watching her since finding Junyoung’s body. Amelia kicked herself for not noticing them, cursing how she knew she felt eyes watching her beyond the bodyguards. Not only that, they took random shifts monitoring Felix and the others to figure out if they were plotting anything further against Fever. Even with Amelia’s sneaky questioning, nobody probed her further about Oddinary. Amelia wouldn’t have answered even if they had.

The most interesting piece of information, though, was how Jongho became the night janitor at the gallery. Thanks to him, they knew when all of Amelia’s meetings were and had quickly decided that the gallery would be the easiest place to take her. By sheer luck it happened to be the day Amelia insisted that it only be Chan with her. She hated that Felix had been right all along and wondered how the day could have played out differently had Changbin also been there. But it was neither here nor there at this point.

Now, she needed to focus on her role of sweet Amelia, the Oddinary girl who easily accepted her fate without a second thought. It seemed to be working in her favor, although not all of her behavior was as forced as she thought it would be.

Mingi was near Amelia as much as possible. Most days it was him who checked on her in the mornings and came to get her when she chose to leave the room. In the times she didn’t leave, she often had his company, but only if Amelia wanted it. They had already finished Tokyo Ghoul and began the daunting task of restarting One Piece from the beginning. Amelia ignored the throw away comment of how much time they had to work their way through it. But, for some reason she couldn’t help but enjoy the time she spent with him, finding it easy to be in his presence. Unbeknownst to her, he also wanted to keep an eye on her because of Hongjoong, noticing the man’s extra attention on her.

With the amount of time she spent with Mingi, it was no surprise that she spent nearly as much time with Yunho. Again, she didn’t mind his presence. The jokes between Mingi and him made her smile, reminding her of the relationship Han and Minho shared. She never minded having both of them sprawled out on her floor while she sat curled in the oversized armchair focusing on the TV or a book.

Wooyoung spoiled her endlessly by coming home nearly everyday with a new article of clothing, trinket, or something he thought she would like. He was endearing and desperately wanted Amelia to like him. He even asked what her favorite foods were to add them to his meal rotation and made sure that whenever he cooked she had the option to watch him. After a week she finally trusted him enough to not have San and Mingi try her food first, although San in particular still snuck the first few bites with a teasing smile.

San also offered her the same meek apology as Mingi for being one of the primary kidnappers a few days after Amelia ‘settled’ in. She accepted it the same way she did Mingi��s, laced with sass but sincerity, directing most of her internal anger at Yeosang. He continued to be playful with her, half joking about giving her self defense lessons so she’d be able to put up a better fight. Somehow Amelia kept in her smart ass remark and instead rolled her eyes dramatically.

Jongho started on the more reserved side with Amelia, typically only interacting with her during meals. Amelia couldn’t exactly pinpoint when the shift happened. It was subtle, just Jongho asking more questions, taking extra time to speak with her, even walking her back to room after meals if she didn’t want to stay and interact with everyone. Eventually the two easily conversed, getting to the point that Jongho would come to Amelia’s room simply to sit and talk.

Seonghwa more or less left Amelia to her own devices initially. Rarely was he the one to check on her in the mornings or throughout the day. Until the day he saw Amelia sitting on her balcony early in the morning, completely ignoring the frigid November air and the frost beneath a blanket. He never expected her to accept his request to join her, even if he did bring a cup of coffee as an impromptu peace offering. While Seonghwa agreed with the plan to take Amelia, it didn’t overshadow his uneasy feelings about the long term effects of Amelia living with them. Of course he didn’t express these concerns with her, but he found the silence between them oddly comforting. Soon it became a routine for them since Amelia often sat in the cold when she couldn’t sleep.

However, the early mornings with Seonghwa cut into her late nights with Hongjoong. He fell perfectly into her trap. After the fifth day he snuck into her room, a routine he followed most nights. Those evenings were filled with lustful kisses and empty promises. In the daylight, Hongjoong continued to steal touches beneath the table when they sat next to each other, reminding Amelia of the early days with Jeongin. Each lingering brush and touch of lips was just another step closer to getting back to her true family.

The only person Amelia rarely saw was Yeosang, not that it bothered her much or even at all. In reality, she enjoyed his absence. Whenever he was around Amelia found it harder to be agreeable, especially since he found a way to provoke her with a simple glance. Unlike the other seven, Amelia never had alone time with him. They passed infrequently, typically only during meals. Yeosang preferred to stay in his office or to leave the house entirely, often with the company of Avery.

On this particular morning, however, Amelia and Seonghwa sat in her room due to the sleeting rain pounding against the windows. It was early, far too early for the rest of the house to be awake. Again, they sat in comfortable silence, casually sipping their respective beverages.

Lost in her thoughts, Amelia stared absently out the window, watching the droplets splatter against the glass. She missed her family. On a day like this she would either lose herself in a painting or be snuggled up with Hyunjin on the couch having some form of marathon. Or, more recently, she would be laid in bed with Jeongin, neither wanting to leave the warmth of the other’s arms and the blankets they were wrapped in.

She wondered just what Felix and the others were doing, how the presumed plan to get her back was going. Her own plan seemed to be going seamlessly, even if she did feel a pang of guilt each time her lips met Hongjoong’s. It was easy to silence, however. Amelia’s ability to keep her emotions in check in times such as these was unmatched but most. Yet through this it made her question her feelings for Jeongin more. While she missed his presence, it was no more than the rest of them, with the exception of Hyunjin and Felix of course. And for that reason alone is why she felt a knot in her stomach each time she met with Hongjoong.

Amelia felt guilty for her lack of guilt- because she didn’t miss Jeongin in the same capacity she knew he surely missed her.

“What’s on your mind, Amelia?”

Turning to Seonghwa, Amelia smiled softly, tucking her legs to the side to curl up further in the armchair. “Don’t you think a better question would be ‘What isn’t on your mind, Amelia?’” she retorted.

He shook his head, the long black tresses swishing slightly. Seonghwa had been watching Amelia intently and noticed the smallest echo of sadness cross her face. Often he studied her, analyzing the smallest expressions she made in an attempt to crack her exterior. While Amelia had opened herself up to them to an extent, Seonghwa suspected that there was much more playing through her thoughts than gratitude for a fully furnished room and comfort.

“Okay, then, Amelia. What isn’t on your mind?” Seonghwa rephrased, raising an eyebrow from behind his mug.

Through her sip, Seonghwa easily made out the small smirk through her eyes. “Are you trying to learn all my secrets, Seonghwa?”

“Only if you’re willing to share.”

Her eyes sparkled, smirk widening before she returned her attention to the window. “And ruin the mystery of who is Amelia Lee? Plus, I’m sure you guys know most of my secrets since you followed me around for how long.”

Often Amelia snuck in snide comments about the events leading up to the kidnapping and the act itself. It was her way of letting them know she wasn’t brushing it entirely under the rug despite her outward acceptance of her new home. And just like every other time, it sent a rush of guilt through Seonghwa, if only briefly.

“I do know I haven’t seen you pick up anything art related since you've been here.”

“What can I say, nothing has inspired me. Still pretty upset that a certain kidnapping ruined my biggest showing to date.”

Seonghwa frowned. It wasn’t the first time Amelia brought up her ruined showing. Quickly he shifted into a meek smile in an attempt to comfort her. “You can sketch me?”

That exact thought had crossed Amelia’s mind a couple mornings ago. Seonghwa was beautiful. His facial structure and slender body made him a dream model. Yet nothing about this house fostered her creativity. It did help that her mind was otherwise occupied on more pressing matters.

She took another sip. “The lighting isn’t the best.”

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa stood and went towards Amelia’s desk, ignoring all the excuses she threw at him. All the art supplies Wooyoung bought lay untouched, still in the same way he organized them. “Pencil? Charcoal? Pastels?”

“Charcoal, I guess,” Amelia mumbled, adjusting herself in the chair to look back at him.

Triumphantly, Seonghwa grabbed the materials and one of the larger sketchbooks. “How should I sit?” he asked when he handed them to her.

Amelia thought for a moment. “Right how you were… with the coffee mug.”

He obliged, resuming his original position on the couch, clutching the mug loosely between his hands. “Like this?”

With a sigh, Amelia stood up. Now that the thought of drawing was on her mind, she had to do it correctly. So she went to Seonghwa, adjusting his messy black hair and positioning him just the way she liked. They were small adjustments. The angle of his head. A slight tilt to his chin. Raising the level of the cup. A shift of his fingers along the porcelain. She studied the scene intently, taking a step back after each tweak to take it in entirely.

“You really are a professional, aren’t you?” Seonghwa teased when Amelia leaned back in to brush back a particularly troublesome piece of his bangs.

“You should see me with a camera,” she huffed. “Do you think you can sit still enough for me to at least get an outline?”

“We have all morning,” he smiled at the implied concern of his comfortability.

Although she didn’t want to admit it, having the charcoal in her hand felt nice. The texture, the weight, the way the tip glided over the thick paper made Amelia feel a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks. She lost herself in the subtle strokes and the attention to every single detail of Seonghwa. His slender fingers, the way his bangs perfectly framed his face, and the far off expression in his eyes while he looked out the window.

At first they barely spoke, even with Seonghwa asking questions sporadically. Nothing major, just little probes for information about her art. What was her favorite medium? Did she prefer photography over drawing and painting? When did she first become interested in art?

Surprisingly, Amelia answered them willingly and easily. Pastels. Depended on the subject. When she was seven, but knew it was her passion by eleven. Then conversation followed seamlessly between them. Without even meaning to, Seonghwa cracked Amelia’s armor slightly. And even Amelia didn’t realize how she let a sliver of the real her out into the open.

Of course, he was the perfect model, barely moving an inch despite their shared laughs and now constant talking. Just as she suspected, his sharp features transitioned smoothly on the paper, nearly as striking as they were on his body.

“Amelia?” A knock on the door almost made Amelia jump, but thankfully the pencil was nowhere near her sketchbook. Mingi poked his head through the door, looking confused. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” Amelia shook her head, returning back to the sketch. “But, Hwa, you can move now if you want.” She had most of the larger things finished well enough that he no longer needed to sit still.

He stretched slightly and set the now empty mug on the floor in front of him, smiling at the fact Amelia called him Hwa for the first time. Maybe he had broken her down a little more than he anticipated. “No interruption, Mingi, just Amelia finally showing her artistic side.”

Rolling her eyes, Amelia’s focus returned to getting the details of Seonghwa’s eyes and nose perfect. Mingi came behind her chair, leaning down to take a look at the sketch. For how little she had been working, he was amazed at the detail and how beautiful the piece already was.

“Wow,” Mingi half whispered, awestruck. Somehow she captured Seonghwa perfectly- the bone structure of his profile, the distant look in his eyes, even the details in his fingers. “When do I get the model spot, Millie?”

“Millie?” she twisted around to look at him with a smirk.

Red rolled through Mingi’s cheeks. “Uh, sorry,” he mumbled, instantly straightening up and running a hand through his hair. “Slipped.”

Seonghwa’s eyes flicked between the two. Mingi had taken to calling her Millie a few days ago, but until now had only used it among the group. Yeosang hated it immediately, but the others had also intermittently used it in conversations far away from Amelia’s ears. However, she appeared amused at the nickname, a mischievous smile blooming at the sight of Mingi’s flushed face.

“I like it,” she hummed, although she was thankful he didn’t call her Lia. She knew the Fever crew heard Oddinary’s nicknames for her- Lia, princess, and Jeongin’s favorite, angel. How could they not? Yet none of them had been used in her presence. It would have felt like a slap in the face, another harsh hit of reality that she was away from the people she loved most. Millie was at least something new. Coming from Mingi, though, the nickname seemed genuine, a result of the relatively true friendship that developed over the past weeks.

Mingi exhaled loudly, releasing the worry that his slip up would somehow set Amelia off. “Well good.”

“Since you called me Hwa, does this mean I also get to call you Millie?” Seonghwa laughed.

Her gaze shot to him, scrunching her face. “It slipped,” she echoed Mingi’s excuse, “but I suppose so.”

“I came up here to see if you wanted breakfast,” Mingi added. “Wooyoung made waffles…”

Waffles. Hyunjin. Amelia’s hand on the pencil faltered at the memory of her last normal morning, but thankfully she didn’t smudge the sketch. Her facade faltered just the same, long enough that both Mingi and Seonghwa noticed the change in demeanor. It was subtle, yes, but the sadness in her eyes and clenched jaw were unmistakable. Seonghwa’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward to study her expression while Mingi moved to the side of the armchair.

“Millie?” Mingi asked softly, crouching beside her.

But Amelia quickly composed herself, making Seonghwa and Mingi both question if they imagined the change entirely. “Breakfast sounds great, actually.” She stood abruptly, taking the sketchbook back to the desk. “Once I’m finished, I’ll show you the final result, Seonghwa,” she added, making a point to use his full name, before disappearing into the closet.

Smiling meekly, Seonghwa collected both his and Amelia’s mugs. “Can’t wait. Thanks for letting me push you into sketching me.” Before leaving, he squeezed Mingi’s arm, a silent way of telling him to figure out just what happened.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” Mingi asked from the doorway.

“Nothing,” she mumbled, voice muffled from inside the hoodie she was in the process of pulling on. One of Mingi’s, to be exact.

“You know…” Mingi cautiously began, “you don’t have to be so stoney with me. You can tell me how you feel. I know this entire thing is fucked and-”

“And what exactly do you want to hear, Mingi?” Amelia couldn’t help but snap. “You’re right, this entire thing is fucked. But you will never hear my feelings about it.”

In her frustration she threw her hair up in a messy bun, needing the long blonde strands off her neck. The room suddenly felt stifling and Mingi’s worried expression at her blow up didn’t help the heat blooming through her body. For once, she let some of her frustrations show. At least it was only in front of Mingi and not any other resident of the house.

“It’s okay for you to miss them,” he said quietly, his gaze softening as Amelia’s exasperation increased. “You can act like everything is fine with everyone else, just don’t feel like you have to be that way with me. I don’t want you to be that way with me.” Towards the end, his voice tapered to a soft whisper. All he wanted was Amelia to feel comfortable with him, to open up enough so she could find some sense of safety in him.

Her hazel eyes pierced through him, that small flicker of sadness creeping through. But Mingi held firm while Amelia worked through her thoughts. There was something different with Mingi than the others, an underlying comfortability she couldn’t quite pin down. Maybe it was the way he spoke to her, how he always asked what was on his mind and didn’t hold her at arm’s length like most of the others.

“And whatever we talk about… your thoughts, feelings, whatever goes through that pretty little head of yours… well I promise you that it will stay between us. I just don’t think it’s healthy for you to keep everything bottled in,” Mingi added, still unmoving. “Or do you just have some unresolved beef with waffles?”

With that sentence alone Amelia finally understood what made Mingi so different. He reminded her of Hyunjin. It made sense- why she felt more comfortable with him, the ease at which she felt with him in the short amount of time they’ve been together. Maybe she could open up to him, at least slightly. Maybe it would make the lies flow more easily. It’s not like she would be here much longer anyway, at least if she had it her way.

“Waffles are my favorite,” she averted her gaze, staring at the throngs of hanging clothes. “It just reminded me of…” she paused, dipping her head slightly, “well, when things were at least a little normal. That’s all.”

He remained in the doorway, but this time with a hint of a smile on his face. “More specific than that.”

Her glare this time was much less piercing, but the sigh much more exasperated. “Why are you suddenly wanting to become my therapist, Mingi?”

“Not your therapist, just your friend.”

“Fine,” she succumbed, taking a step in his direction but ignoring the friend portion of the statement. “It made me think of Hyunjin. Happy?”

His smile widened as Amelia walked by, completely ignoring her scowl. “I guess it’s a start, Mil. Do you want to go eat with everyone, or do you want me to bring some up for you?”

Shaking her head, Amelia continued towards the door with Mingi in tow. “I think some time outside the room could do me well.”

Mingi dramatically flashed a bow with a wide grin when they reached the door. With how many times Amelia already rolled her eyes he was surprised she still managed another one as she passed. Although their walk was silent, it was a comfortable one for both. It followed them until they neared the kitchen where Wooyoung’s unmistakable laughter echoed through the house, so shrill it pierced through the pounding rain. The smell of baked goods also wafted in their direction, making the pang in Amelia’s stomach reappear.

She quickly shook it away when she entered the entirely full kitchen and dining area. All seven either sat around the countertop, table, or meandered about the kitchen. The knot reappeared at the sight of Yeosang lounging against the granite counter, smiling and laughing at something Yuhno and San were saying. The smile immediately disappeared when he saw her walk in with Mingi.

“You could at least put on clothes when you leave your room,” Yeosang said as he scanned her up and down, eyes lingering on her bare legs.

“Because I would really walk down here without pants… what type of girl do you take me for?” Amelia retorted, making a show of lifting up the hem of the hoodie so her shorts could be seen before she sat down beside Yunho. Mingi’s hoodie just happened to swallow her whole, fitting more like an oversized dress than anything.

He rolled his eyes. “The type of girl who would do just that, Amelia Lee.”

“Sorry for taking the advice of everyone and getting comfortable here.”

“You really are the bane of my existence,” he muttered, unfortunately still loud enough for everyone to hear.

Amelia couldn’t help scoffing. “Well, you so kindly invited me into it. I simply couldn’t refuse the offer. Oh wait…” Next to her, Mingi elbowed her while Yunho sighed.

This was how every interaction between the two unfolded. Every word laced with irritation, every glance annoyed. The air in the room instantly shifted, becoming heavy and uncomfortable for everyone with their incessant bickering. The two glared at each other and argued for a beat longer before Jongho audibly cleared his throat, snapping away Yeosang’s attention. Amelia took him turning away first as a win.

“I’m going to the office,” Yeosang said suddenly, grabbing his mug and moving to leave the kitchen.

“It’s the weekend?” Wooyoung turned around, spatula still in hand. “And you haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Not to mention all you do lately is work. What more could you have to do?” Seonghwa added.

Whenever Yeosang stayed home he either locked himself in his office or in his room with the company of Avery. More often than not he left the house entirely, choosing to go to one of the businesses or doing something with Avery. Always he said he was working when in reality he wanted to avoid Amelia at all costs.

Yeosang didn’t bother turning around or answering them, striding out of the kitchen and out of sight.

The awkward atmosphere remained, but Wooyoung returned his attention to the waffle maker and Seonghwa offered to help in whatever way he could.

“Has Avery not been doing him right lately? He’s been more of an ass than usual.” San took it upon himself to break the lingering tension, but earned him a smack from Hongjoong nonetheless. “WHAT!? We’ve all noticed it. Something must be-”

“Why are we so obsessed with Yeosang’s sex life?” Jongho asked.

Amelia zoned out for the remainder of the conversation, especially when Seonghwa placed another mug of coffee in front of her and gave her an apologetic smile. She didn’t want to hear about his abrupt change in behavior over the past two weeks, how everyone assumed it had to do with something between him and Avery.

Whenever Amelia and Yeosang were in the same room for more than a minute everything seemed to focus on him when he eventually left. It was no secret that the two despised each other. While Amelia was outwardly pleasant with the other members, she found it impossible to be kind to him, even if it was all fake. The two irked each other to no end, both knowing the easiest way to get under the other’s skin. It was simple enough- just their presence was enough to send the other over the ledge.

Yet she couldn’t keep her mind off him for long. Even she had noticed that he’d become sharper with her, choosing to engage with her more instead of walking away with a scowl. His stares became more intense, jaw more clenched each time they locked eyes.

Mingi nudging her took her out of her daydream. “Millie,” the tap on her thigh was light, just as light as Mingi’s voice in her ear. “You good?”

She’d been so in her own head trying to get Yeosang out of it and failing that she didn’t notice Wooyoung giving her a plate loaded with waffles and fruit, nor the look of worry on the chef’s face when she didn’t respond to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” she furrowed her brow before smiling, “just in my own thoughts again.”

“Ah, are we back to ‘what aren’t you thinking of?’ time?” Seonghwa teased. Now that everyone had a plate of food in front of them he took the seat beside Mingi.

“Clearly,” Wooyoung pointed his fork at her, not caring about his full mouth. “I didn’t even get a thank you for yet another meal I slaved over.”

Amelia took a bite of the fluffy waffle, mixing it with a piece of one of the many berries. It was delicious, much like everything she’d eaten of Wooyoung’s so far. But it gave her a bittersweet feeling. Still, she smiled while she chewed, not wanting to draw anymore attention to herself than she already had since Mingi, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung all stared at her. Yunho, Jongho, and San were having their own conversation, too occupied on that to notice Amelia’s spaced out look. Hongjoong participated in it some, but his eyes would constantly flick across to hers while he tried deducing what plagued her thoughts.

“It’s delicious Wooyoung,” she hummed. “But why is it ‘let's call out Amelia at breakfast’ time?”

“Because you make it so damn easy, Millie,” Yunho’s head shot over with a grin.

“Go back to your own conversation, damn it,” Amelia laughed. “And now you’re on the Millie train, too? I should’ve charged for tickets.”

Yunho shrugged. “Figured since Ming said it out loud we could all use it.”

“I guess I can grant you all the privilege.”

The remainder of breakfast went by easily without any further hiccup. Yeosang didn’t make another appearance in the kitchen. Hongjoong kindly offered to take him a plate once he finished his. He was the first to filter out, followed by others in steady succession. Each had their agenda for the day. Wooyoung and Seonghwa were going out into the city, running casual errands that would surely result in a bag from some high end boutique for Amelia. San, Yunho and Hongjoong had ‘business’ to attend to later in the afternoon. What exactly that entailed was a mystery to Amelia, but she didn’t care enough to ask any questions. Even Mingi and Jongho had to leave the house for something, but neither said much regarding their plans.

It left Amelia on her own for the majority of the day, giving her time to finish the sketch of Seonghwa. It ended up being cathartic, and before she realized she had started sketching aimlessly. Everything from random small flowers and random shrubbery, pieces of furniture around the room, and elements she remembered from around the house. Finally she settled on staring out the rain spattered window, sketching everything from the pane, each individual icy droplet, and scenery outside.

It distracted her in the best way possible, not allowing a single thought towards Yeosang, her escape, or the underlying sadness in her heart.

The distraction faded when Seonghwa and Wooyoung came to her room shortly after lunch time, toting a plate of food and a bag, just as she anticipated. The smiles on both their faces were blinding when they gave her the gift. Amelia’s eyes lit up when she opened it despite hoping she would never have the chance to use it.

A camera, and a good one at that. Seonghwa simply stated that he remembered Amelia saying he should see her with a camera and wanted to to exactly that. With Wooyoung’s help he picked out the perfect one, giving it to her with the expectation that he would be her first model when the snow truly hit. She took that opportunity to show him the finished product of their morning sketch. Of course, he loved it. He and Wooyoung both gushed over it. At Amelia’s insistence, though, they both left her at peace. She had quite enjoyed the quiet of the day and was not willing to give that up yet.

So they did just that, relaying the message to the others that Amelia wanted space. For once, everyone listened, not even disturbing her for dinner beyond asking if she wanted to join them. When she declined, stating she wasn’t very hungry, Mingi brought her up some snacks. She ignored his worried questioning, but with what he knew about missing Hunjin he figured it best not to press her anymore.

Her peace and quiet continued deep into the evening. Amelia lounged on her bed, teetering somewhere between sleep and alertness. The rain never stopped, but even the steady thumps couldn’t lull her to sleep. Although she tossed and turned, it was the faint click of her door closing that completely snapped her awake. She quickly flicked on the bedside lamp to find Hongjoong smiling at her.

“Hey,” Amelia said softly, sitting up in her bed with a small smile.

Hongjoong walked towards the bed slowly, crawling into Amelia’s open arms. It was an easy role for her to slip into at this point, one she could without a second thought. This was all simply a means to an end, an end that would hopefully be coming soon.

Hongjoong nuzzled into her neck, placing soft kisses along her throat and jaw. “I barely saw you today…”

She responded by running her fingers through his blonde hair, scratching lightly against his scalp. “Someone was busy all afternoon and evening.”

“I can’t help that I had… other obligations. And I heard someone stayed in her room all day.” He pulled back slightly, looking deep into her eyes with a small smirk. “But Amelia, my evenings are always reserved for you lately.”

The kiss was slow, just like they always started. There was always an ounce of hesitation when their lips first met, opting for soft pecks that were often interrupted by Hongjoong’s smile. Something about this evening felt different, their actions towards each other more measured, more intentful. Hongjoong carefully lowered his weight against her until their bodies were flush together, only separated by their respective hoodies.

Amelia hissed when one of his hands slid beneath hers, his chilled fingertips shooting shivers across her side. He stroked her skin carefully before his hand found purchase on her rib cage, thumb stroking just below her breast. Tentatively, his tongue ran across her lip, subtly asking for access that Amelia willingly granted. Their tongues looped together still with that same lingering hesitation before turning into something more heated, more desperate.

Turning her mind off further, Amelia clung to him wildly, pulling his body impossibly closer. When her fingers teased along his side, Hongjoong shivered, even more so when the ghosting brushes swooped along his toned torso, running dangerously lower towards the waistband of his sweats. But Hongjoong’s hand snapped around her wrist, stopping her teasing motions that she had no intention of taking further. Despite playing into this fabricated fantasy, Amelia’s plan never involved her actually sleeping with Hongjoong. She solely wanted to work him up, for him to beg for her. Based on his needy whines and whimpers, it was working.

“Amelia,” Hongjoong mumbled, nuzzling his nose against hers. His shoulders heaved with breathy pants, each one sending a rush of hot air onto Amelia’s already flushed skin as he kissed her skin and jaw, trailing them down her exposed throat. “We can’t… not here. You know this.”

Her heart raced, not because of his need for her, but because this could be her chance. She just needed to convince him that a chance with her was worth any risk.

Lovingly, she cupped his cheek, redirecting his hazy eyes back to her and doing everything in her power to appear sincere. “Joong…” she whispered, capturing his lips once again. When she pulled back he chased her, wanting to feel her plush lips on his again. He settled for applying more wet, needy brushes anywhere he could when Amelia kept lips just out of reach. Even Amelia couldn’t deny just how good Hongjoong felt even if it was a lie, letting out the smallest moan when he drug his tongue against the sweet spot on her neck. “What if we could?”

Hongjoong didn’t pause his ministrations. His hold on her became more possessive, his fingertips digging into her ribcage. Subconsciously he rolled his hips, searching for the smallest bit of friction to ease the hardness in his sweats. Amelia needed to cut this off, and quickly, before things got out of hand.

“What if,” Amelia continued on, tugging gently at his hair to pull him away from her neck, “what if we could be together, outwardly?”

“We can’t. Not here… it would never work, despite how much I want you” Hongjoong sighed, trying to reconnect his mouth to Amelia’s. His pursuit was denied by Amelia providing pressure against his chest. His brows furrowed and he lifted his body from hers entirely, supporting himself on his forearm now instead. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking,” she sat up further, taking her swollen lower lip between her teeth and looking at Hongjoong through her eyelashes, “that there’s a way you and I can be together, free from the constraints of this house.”

“Amelia… we’d both be dead. I would be dead.”

She caressed his face to soothe him, running her thumb along his pouted lips softly. The way he leaned into her touch only confirmed just how desperate he was for her, especially when those plush lips kissed and wrapped themselves around the tip of her thumb. It gave her the perfect opportunity to drag his lip downward. Hongjoong was exactly where she wanted him.

“Not necessarily, baby,” Amelia mused. She used every bit of her sensuality to her advantage, lightly kissing the spots she learned drove him mad. “We can leave. Felix-”

“Felix would kill me where I stood.” The sternness in his voice frightened Amelia slightly, but she trudged through, unwilling to let this moment pass.

“Baby, Felix would welcome you with open arms for bringing me back to him,” she kept her voice as light as possible. “And then you and I… we could be together like we so clearly want to be.”

“And what about Jeongin?”

It took everything in Amelia not to crack. This was the first time Hongjoong brought up Jeongin, and hearing his name had more of an impact on Amelia than she would ever want to admit. Taking Hongjoong’s chin into her fingers she commanded his attention. The way he looked at her, fearful of her answer, made her heart thump harder in her chest. “If Jeongin meant anything to me I wouldn’t be here with you.”

The lie pained her. While she had long since come to terms with her feelings towards Jeongin, she did care for him even if it wasn’t to the same extent he did her. Regardless, Hongjoong bought the lie, pulling Amelia into him for a heated kiss.

“Okay,” he breathed when they finally parted.

Thoughts whirled through Amelia’s head. Had she heard him correctly? Was this okay to her request, or simply an acknowledgement regarding Jeongin?

“Okay?” Amelia echoed.

Nodding, Hongjoong cupped her cheek. “I’ve already gone against everything I’ve stood for by wanting you. So, Amelia, my beautiful, beautiful Amelia… let’s go.” With a tug, he pulled the two of them off the bed. “You’re worth the risk.”

She laced their hands together, smiling. Not wanting to appear too eager, she let him take the lead, pulling her towards the door. Before he opened it, he placed his index finger against his lips, a reminder to be quiet sneaking through the house.

The thumping rain against the windows and roof added another safeguard, drowning out their already muffled steps further. Neither bothered with grabbing anything extra, not even a coat, only slipping on a pair of shoes at the entryway before shuffling into the garage.

Hongjoong pulled her to one of the cars, opening up the passenger door for Amelia. Rounding the car quickly, he sat in the driver's seat before cursing to himself.

“What’s wrong?” Amelia asked, instantly filled with worry.

“No keys,” he mumbled, unbuckling the seatbelt and reopening the car door. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart… don’t move,” he added with a wink.

Once Hongjoong disappeared back into the house, Amelia let out a large sigh of relief. It worked. Her escape was imminent. What surprised her, though, was the faint bubbling of guilt for leading Hongjoong to what was surely his death. If Felix and the rest of Oddinary had it their way the rest of Fever would quickly be following him to the grave, a fact she knew well.

But Amelia’s worry grew when Hongjoong’s absence became longer, jumping when the locks clicked in the car. Something was off. Her wide eyes shot to the door, finding Hongjoong casually leaned against the frame, looking down at her with a devilish smile paired with that demonic glint she always knew hid within his eyes. Yeosang walked past him, gaze fixed on Amelia.

Heart racing, she looked for anything in the car that could be of use towards her, finding nothing. When the driver’s door opened and reshut, she turned slowly to face the man beside her.

Yeosang stared with nothing but malice in his eyes. “Time for a drive, Amelia.”

She reached blindly for the door handle, pushing against it with all her might, even throwing her entire body weight against it. It was useless.

“No, we don’t need to. I didn’t-” Amelia attempted to bargain. For the first time she let fear show, her voice and hands trembling, pushing her back against the door to place distance between herself and Yeosang. She’d been caught, something she hadn’t accounted for once when devising her plan to seduce Hongjoong.

But Yeosang didn’t want to hear her petty excuses, cutting her off. “Do you take me for a fool? I know exactly what type of games you like to play- always using your beauty and charms to your advantage. What a shame I beat you. Did you actually think Hongjoong fell for you? That he’d whisk you away back to your brother? You’re not nearly as intelligent as you think you are. Unfortunately for you, you played right into my hand.” After clicking the garage door opener, he shifted the car into reverse. “And that means it’s time for a drive.”

The sound of his seatbelt clicking was deafening. Amelia jumped, only putting on hers after another demanding glare from Yeosang. A million thoughts rolled through her head, each one more frantic than the next. She knew what Yeosang’s threat was, and just how real it could be.

While Amelia struggled to maintain her composure, chest heaving and heart pounding, Yeosang remained eerily calm with one hand draped over the steering wheel, the other lounging on the center console. Not once did his eyes leave the road. Each stop light reflected dangerously across his face, highlighting his hardened glare. It was a stark contrast to the way the city lights and signs reflected off the icy puddle in the streets. Amelia did her best to focus ahead and level her breathing, counting silently in her head. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest, fingernails digging into her hands so firmly they left jagged crescents and threatened to draw blood if she applied any more pressure. The only sound between them was the hard splattering of rain against the windshield and Amelia’s shallow breaths.

Each turn only made her more nauseous, easily recognizing the cityscape despite the rain. She hoped that Yeosang bluffed, that he was simply exerting control over her to scare her into submission. But as they pulled into the parking lot of their destination, Amelia realized just how wrong she was.

Once Yeosang found a parking space and turned off the engine, he twisted to face Amelia head on. He loved what he saw in front of him- Amelia scared, traces of tears pooling along her long lashes.

“Now, I thought my terms were quite simple,” he said lowly, gaze not wavering, “If you try to escape, Hyunjin dies first.” From the center console, he pulled out a pistol and silencer. “Now, we’re going into his apartment and you’re going to watch as I shoot your best friend while he sleeps.”

Without thinking, Amelia grasped onto Yeosang’s wrist in desperation, tears streaming down her face. This threat was in fact, very real and the severity of it hit like a ton of bricks. The look on Yeosang’s face and the black firearm only proved how serious he was. She would never be able to live with herself if Hyunjin died because of her stupidity and ego. Never before had she been slapped with a consequence so intense. “No, please. Don’t. You don’t have to.”

Yeosang glared at her, the corner of his mouth twitching into a ruthless smirk. Amelia continued to sob, begging and pleading for him to spare Hyunjin. He kept his cold eyes on her tear stricken face, loving how the wetness reflected in the streetlights and the console lighting. Her entire body trembled with her desperation and fear. And Yeosang adored it.

But he wasn’t going to give in to her so easily. “Now, Amelia, we can’t have you thinking you can always have your way, now can we? Actions have consequences. What a spectacular one this will be.”

The sobs wracking her body doubled when Yeosang moved to pull away. He was surprised by the strength in her grip, her fingernails digging into his arm harshly to hold him in place. “Yeosang please. Don’t do this. I’m begging you. I’ll be good. I won’t try to play you again, I won’t ever try to-”

She was halted by Yeosang’s fingers pinching her chin. He studied her intently, memorizing every freckle on her tearstained face, shifting it side to side so the wet streaks would catch in the lamp glow. Muffled sobs and pleas continued falling from her swollen lips, each sounding more desperate. Her hazel eyes flooded with tears, but they remained fixed on Yeosang.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Yeosang mumbled, unknowingly letting his thumb run across her lower lip and pulling it down slightly. The thought was supposed to remain in his head, but slipped in his daze. To him she was even more stunning in this state. Surprisingly, Amelia didn’t pull away, too scared for Hyunjin’s life to move an inch, so he let his hold linger a few moments longer before finally dropping it. “Consider this your one warning. If there is a next time it’ll be both Hyunjin and Jeongin with a bullet in their head. I’ll only ask once… will there be a next time?”

Amelia haphazardly wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, audibly sniffling while Yeosang removed the clip from the gun and bullet from the chamber, stuffing both into the pocket of his jacket before returning the gun to the center console.

“No,” she shook her head.

“No what?”

Clenching her fists, Amelia swallowed more of her pride. “No, sir.”

She didn’t miss his smirk when he turned the car back on. They rode again in silence, Yeosang staring straight ahead, Amelia out the passenger window. She was in shambles, still trying to calm her emotions and form a coherent thought. She’d lost. She’d been played like a damn fool. It was something she had rarely experienced, especially not to this degree. Not knowing where to even start, she watched the cityscape flow by. Now she could only hope that Felix and the others had found a way to get her back. What she did know is she would never cross Yeosang again.

The others quickly gathered in the living room once the commotion from the garage became common knowledge. It was late, but after Hongjoong messaged Yeosang letting him know that Amelia had indeed fallen for their charade he woke the others up. Killing Hyunjin would officially start a war and everyone needed to be prepared. However, Hongjoong was not prepared for the angered looks he received from the other members when he gathered them.

“You wake us all up and Yeosang isn’t even here?” Wooyoung grumbled, wiping his tired eyes. Murmurs of agreement rang through the room, each sounding just as tired.

“Yeosang has Amelia on a drive,” Hongjoong stated. This woke everyone up.

Mingi took a step forward. “What do you mean? Why would he do that?”

Everyone saw the dark twinkle in Hongjoong’s eyes. “Well, Amelia tried to escape… using me.”

The remaining six exchanged confused glances, although Mingi’s hardened quickly. “What do you mean, using you?” Seonghwa asked.

“When Amelia arrived Yeosang asked if I would be willing to play a role by getting close to Amelia and making it appear that I had feelings for her to see what she would do. He had an inclination that she would try and seduce one of us to escape, and he was correct. We just beat her at her own game. So they are on their way to Hyun-”

Next thing he knew he was slammed against the wall with Mingi’s forearm pressed against his throat, ending his sentence in a gasp. Hongjoong tried to push the man off him, but Mingi used his size to his advantage, dwarfing him in every way.

“So you fucking set her up?” Mingi spat, adding more pressure against his neck. “Do you understand how fucked that is? I knew something was going on with you two. I saw how you looked at her.”

Before he could do anything further, San wrenched him back by the shoulders. Hongjoong sputtered to catch his breath, rubbing his tender throat. “Yeosang gave me a job, I did it. Much like how you were the one asked to overpower and kidnap her. You just like to forget your role in Amelia being here, when you were the one you carried her lifeless body into the house and tied her to the chair. You’re no better than any of us, and you’re delusional for thinking otherwise.”

It took both Yunho and San to hold Mingi back in his rage. “You are a fuc-”

“ENOUGH!” Seonghwa bellowed, stepping in between the two.

“Did you know, too?” Mingi snapped, doing his best to shake off the two men. Finally he succeeded, but Seonghwa stayed planted in between him and Hongjoong. “Who else fucking knew about this?”

His glare burned into everyone. Each shook their head, mumbling how they didn’t know anything about this side plan. All had the same shocked looks on their face as Mingi, although none showed as much anger as him.

Per usual, Seonghwa remained steady. “None of us knew Mingi, I can assure you of that. I think you would find that none of us would have agreed to it.”

In truth, Seonghwa was just as angered as Mingi. While Mingi and San may be the left and right hands of Yeosang, it was often Seonghwa and Hongjoong who helped come up with the more articulate plans. However, this was one he would have vehemently opposed. Although he was just as active in the plans to take Amelia, he would never have placed her in a position to fail or place their own lives in jeopardy. They all knew that she would do everything in her power to escape. That power was essentially held in her looks, intelligence, and charms when she wanted to use them. But to set her up into using them was just cruel.

“You expect me to believe that? Yeosang rarely makes a plan without at least running it through you two.”

“It was just the two of us,” Hongjoong affirmed. “Seonghwa didn’t know, neither did anyone else.”

“This is…” Jongho began, running his hands through his hair, “this is a lot. When did we not make decisions as a team? Especially one that could literally start a bloodbath?”

All the others were equally confused, murmuring to one another while Mingi continued to shoot daggers at Hongjoong. This decision put all of them at risk and they weren’t even made aware of the potential consequences.

“Because Yeosang wanted to show he was in control,” Mingi seethed.

The slamming of a door shook all of them away from any more conversation regarding Yeosang and Hongjoong’s secret scheme. Amelia bolted through the room towards the staircase, still sniffling and trying to hide her face with tears still streaming down it. Yeosang sauntered in behind her with a smirk.

Mingi got directly into Yeosang’s face. “Don’t go fucking near her.” It was mild in comparison to what he wanted to say and do, but his focus was on Amelia, not on giving Yeosang a piece of his mind or a punch to the jaw.

“Did you…” Yunho began tentatively once Mingi left. They all knew the terms laid out to Amelia and exactly what would happen in the event of an attempted escape.

Yeosang shook his head, the image of the fear riddled Amelie burned into his memory. “No. Amelia became very… apologetic for her behavior. Hyunjin remains alive, at least for now.”

“Tomorrow we need to have a meeting… I understand you’re the one in charge, but you and Hongjoong’s little stunt put everyone at risk,” Seonghwa said firmly before walking past their leader without a second glance.

“What a night,” Wooyoung mumbled, once again rubbing his eyes. “All this drama interrupted my beauty sleep.”

San rolled his eyes, but followed him towards the stairs. “Not the time Woo.”

With their minds at ease that a war had not been started yet, everyone took off towards their respective bedrooms to try and get a maringal amount of sleep. Morning would quickly come and after the events of this evening there would be new hurdles to overcome, both within the group and with Amelia.

Even Hongjoong wandered back towards his room, noticing how the others ignored him completely. He couldn’t blame them for being upset, but Hongjoong did what was asked of him. His loyalty to Yeosang was unyielding, but he understood the frustration of being left in the dark. The morning meeting would hopefully clear the air, or at the very least allow everyone to get their thoughts and frustrations out. If anything, the entire situation would hopefully blow over in a few days.

Yeosang, however, remained in the living room. Adrenaline still surged through his system, sleep being the last thing on his mind. His plan had been executed perfectly. After a few moments of solitude he forced his feet to move, knowing that it would be better to continue his replay of the night within the safety of his room. Amelia clung to all his thoughts. How her tears ruined what little makeup she had on. How her body trembled with her sobs. How desperately she clung to him. How she pleaded with him. How her face looked so pretty between his fingers. How her lips felt beneath his thumb.

Futilely he tried to shake her off, especially when his thoughts shifted into something more lustful, darker. He groaned within his bed. It wasn’t the first time Amelia occupied all corners of his mind, nor would it be the last.

Mingi was the only one who didn’t return to the comforts of his room. Instead he had taken the liberty of letting himself into Amelia’s room despite having the door slammed in his face.

“Mingi, get the fuck out of here,” Amelia sobbed, still unable to quell them. She stood in the middle of the room, unsure of anything. “I’m sure you were all in on it. And this is what you wanted right? Me to be broken into submission.”

He approached her slowly. “Millie-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Amelia,” he corrected himself. “I didn’t know… nobody else knew. I would have never agreed to this.” Steadily he moved towards her until he was able to pull her into his chest. It was the first time he had shown this type of affection towards her, but it was the one way he knew to prove his sincerity. He felt compelled to comfort her. Too tired to fight or push him away, Amelia let him hold her. “I’m staying in here tonight.”

“The fuck you are.” Her angry words were muffled with her head cemented in his hoodie, the fabric sopping up her tears. But, she at least believed him that he didn’t know exactly what Yeosang and Hongjoong had planned for her.

“Mil- Amelia you’re a mess. You think I’m going to leave you alone?” Mingi squeezed her tighter. “Plus, I’m not letting any of them near you. We need to talk about exactly what happened. You’re not keeping this in. I’ll sleep on your couch, but I’m not leaving, Millie.” He didn’t care that he ended up calling her Millie.

She sniffled, but still allowed herself to remain in Mingi’s embrace. Something felt oddly soothing about his giant frame wrapped around her and for the first time her heart and breathing settled. “I played right into what they wanted. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“So you did try to seduce Hongjoong then? I don’t think you need me to tell you just how stupid that was.”

“And I think it's stupid of you to think that I would try anything and everything to escape. I thought Hongjoong was playing right into my hand, coming into my room most nights… but turns out he’s a better actor than I am.”

Mingi tensed. He had no idea that Hongjoong had been sneaking into her room. He speculated there was some attraction between them solely based on their exchanges and how Hongjoong looked at her, but never would have imagined it progressed beyond that. Especially since he had given his best effort to not let them be alone. “Amelia… just how far did this go?”

“Just makeouts.” Amelie muttered, still unable to look at him. There were moments it would have been easy to get lost into the charade, but she never allowed herself to cross that line. Looking back, Hongjoong clearly had the same thought.

“Fuck, Mil,” Mingi sighed. “What they did wasn’t right, but you should’ve been smarter too. You are smarter than this.”

“I thought I was being smart. I thought I could save myself. Patronize me all you want, but you don’t know me,” her tone was sharper than she intended, but she didn’t care. Mingi didn’t know her. “Do you think I want to live here the rest of my life? No. I didn’t have a fucking option of being here. What I did was stupid, yeah, but I saw an opportunity and I took it. I just got beat. My own ego got the better of me, and trust me I’m fucking paying for it.”

Mingi pulled her back, tilting her chin upwards to look at her. Her hazel eyes were bright red, but most of the tears had been wiped away on his hoodie. She looked a wreck. “Did he-?”

Amelia shook her head, eyes fluttering shut. “No, he didn’t. But the threat is still there. The scare worked. I won’t be doing something like this again. But I’m not leaving this room, nor am I going near anyone.” She pulled away entirely, suddenly needing separation from him. “So, I know you think you’re staying here, but I need you to leave.”

“Everyone but me,” Mingi said firmly, powering through Amelia’s glare and cutting her off when she opened her mouth to argue. “I could give a shit about what you do with anyone else, but I’m not going to let you starve yourself or become a complete hermit. I can’t begin to apologize for everything that happened tonight, and it’s stupid for me to anyways because this whole thing is fucked and I know it. I know we kidnapped you, but fuck if I’m not trying to do something to make up for it.” His guilt truly came to light now, not that he made any attempt to keep it hidden.

“I’m-”

“You’re not arguing,” Mingi stood firm. “Go take a shower and I don’t know… try to relax or something. But I’m not leaving and letting you make more dumb decisions.”

Too tired to say anything else, Amelia simply walked into the closet and grabbed a new set of pajamas and slammed the bathroom door shut to drown away the last of her tears in the shower. Within the steady stream she let herself go, unable to tell where her tears began and the water ended.

Mingi was sprawled on her couch when she finally returned to the bedroom after what seemed like hours. A random anime played on the TV, something for Mingi to have background noise while he waited. Amelia wasn’t all that surprised to find he ignored her demand. Neither acknowledged the other, not even when Amelia plopped down into the oversized armchair with a pillow and blanket. She curled into herself, staring blankly ahead at Pochita galavanting across the screen until exhaustion forced her into a bleak sleep.

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Author's note-

Feels like forever and a half since I've posted anything! My plans are to get Ch17 of To Rule them All up and going, as well as finish Ch6 of Absolution here soon... and get the two other fics posted too.

Life has been crazy over here, but I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read my works.

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noonaishere · 7 months ago

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Masterlist of Older Works

These are all fics I wrote in 2020 and before.

I have tumblr versions of these on my main blog, symphonyofmars, but something happened with one of them where I fucked up some formatting or something and like half of a chapter repeats itself. I fixed it on AO3 but not here, so I'm only putting the AO3 links and I recommend reading them all there.

The works that are 18+ are clearly marked.

Redemption [Deucalion] (18+)

2016-2018

🌶️🔥Smut🔥🌶️

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Deucalion x fem!OC

Genre: Teen Wolf, canon complaint (mostly), AU (that starts after season 4), OCs

Warnings: paranormal violence, SMUT

Status: Finished

Ever since being let go by Scott and Derek, Deucalion has been in hiding. Except for the mercenary Braden, he hasn’t had contact with anyone in months and no one knows where he is.

Meanwhile, Scott and his pack are enjoying one of Beacon Hills’ rare quiet periods, but that is about to change. A grisly corpse is found and the hunt is on to figure out who – or what – the killer is before they can kill again.

House of the Dead [Malachi]

2018

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Malachi x fem!OC

Genre: Riverdale, AU, flashback, character past

Warnings: (none really, since it ended before things really got started)

Status: Unfinished but abandoned

This fic takes place after season 2. Malachi seemed like he was spiraling further out of control, but there was a time in his life where he wasn't. What was missing that made him so unhinged? How did the Ghoulies form and who formed it? And anyway, who doesn’t want to be the most powerful woman in the room?

[Sorry, this one is never getting finished. I liked writing this, but it was an experiment to see if I could return to a work every week to update it and the conclusion was: I can't. Writing a fic all at once like a book is the way to go, for me. It was also originally going to have smut, but I was editing Cold Hands Warm Heart at the same time as writing this, and that one ended up winning all my attention in the end. I do want to repurpose some of the OCs for an original book (and maybe even this version of Malachi since he's so OOC per the show), so they at least won't go to waste.]

Cold Hands Warm Heart [Loki] (18+)

2018-2020

🌶️🔥Smut🔥🌶️

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Genre: MCU, Marvel Comic Universe, AU, heroes (and characters I like) never die

Warnings: assault, extraterrestrial violence, copious amounts of fashion descriptions, raging against the machine, existential crises/angst, sass, SMUT, BDSM

Status: Finished

From my AO3 descrip: "This fic takes place in some weird space after Infinity War in which Loki didn’t die and had just faked his death AGAIN, because I refuse to believe he’s dead." So it's canon compliant up until a certain point lol.

Three Weeks [Henry Cavill]

2020

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Genre: real life AU

Warnings: none, mentions of quarantine and coronavirus

Status: Finished

The Reader is a script writer on The Witcher 2 and begins a budding romance with the lead actor, Henry Cavill. However, coronavirus is going around and no one is prepared. Love in the Time of Corona?

[This is partly inspired by all the footage of people finding ways to deal with the quarantine I saw at the time, and partly by the way the first season of The Witcher was told where; Geralt was in the past and Ciri was in the present (did I get that right? lol) and the two timelines overlapped at a particular point. It left me wanting to try doing that, you can be the judge of if I succeeded lol.]

Anyway, that's them. If you decide to read them, please comment 😊 I know they're old, but I still like hearing what people have to say, it gives me motivation 😊

Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

#Teen Wolf #Riverdale #MCU Loki #Deucalion #Malachi #Loki #Henry Cavill #MCU #Marvel MCU #AU #fanfic #fanfiction #AO3

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forevfangirlwrites · 2 years ago

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I'm sure you get a million prompts for how to handle fame so please feel free to completely ignore this but I think it'd be cute to at some point see a fic of Percy watching Estelle and Annabeth interact together for this first time like we saw them meet, but it'd be adorable to see the aftermath of that

-Estelle hasn’t stopped looking at Annabeth since she showed up an hour ago and Percy is starting to feel a little jealous because Annabeth has been giving Estelle almost the same amount of attention back

-“Were the goblins super scary?” Estelle interjects the larger conversation every now and then with another question about Princess Andromeda that Annabeth, very kindly, spends the next three minutes answering

-Honestly, the attention and care she gives in responding to the five-year old’s questions is so endearing to him that it almost overpowers the jealousy, almost

-But then Annabeth’s hand finds him and he suddenly everything is ten times better and he wonders how she knew

-He corners Estelle when Annabeth gets up to help his mom (He had tried to interject but with the way his mother shooed him away he’s convinced that they’re really just talking about him and he definitely needs to grill Annabeth on that later because if his mom pulls out the baby photos then—)

-“Did you forget about your brother?” he asks, trying hard not to sound miffed to a literal child and failing miserably

-But when Estelle grins at him, his heart soars at seeing her so happy (she also hugs him and thanks him for bringing Princess Andromeda)

-He hugs her back and tells her that while Annabeth played Princess Andromeda, that’s not who she really is

-"Duh, I know what a character is," Estelle replies with all the sass of a kindergartener

-He assures her that he never questioned that, but she should get to know Annabeth as a person (He doesn’t want to spoil her fun but with how caught up she in the Princess stuff he wants her to like Annabeth for Annabeth, especially since she’s not going anywhere as far as he’s concerned)

-"You don't want Annabeth to think you only like her because of Princess Andromeda, right?" Is what he says and Estelle looks at him with wide eyes and shakes her head

-He tells her not to worry and asks about school to change the topic

-Which then leads into a five-minute story with more drama than a plot of a tv-show featuring kindergartners passive aggressively not sharing the blue crayon and spilling juice onto someone’s paper

-When Annabeth finally returns (wearing a wide smile that makes him even more suspicious of whatever it is his mom talked to her about) Estelle immediately runs to her

-"Annabeth, what's your favorite color?" she asks, tugging on her hand. She also makes sure Annabeth sits next to her on the couch and it’s clear Percy is going back into the background again

-Annabeth looks a little surprised at a non-Princess Andromeda question but he can tell she's pleased as she answers

-Her answer, by the way, is sea-green and she looks directly into his eyes as she says so

-Rest assured the rest of the time they're in the living room Percy has to fight the urge to kiss her senseless

-Something he does as soon as they get a moment alone

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! I ended up adding it to how to handle fame and headcanons ch. 8

I hope you liked how it turned out! And thanks again for sending a prompt!

#percy and annaebth #percabeth #how to handle fame #actress annabeth #barista paercy #percabeth fic #percabeth au #hthf

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rylanprattmodel · 2 years ago

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“First time i’ve heard you complain about that.” Rylan chucked, the serious look on the daughter’s face was equal parts funny and adorable. She was such a perfectly blended sass of the two of them it wasn’t hard to tell who her parents are just by being around her for a couple of seconds, Savannah was truly Rylan and Nate’s daughter. “Oh, I can share the bed too? You’re so generous baby! I think that’s a very good idea, but maybe just at the weekend, we can have sleepovers and watch Frozen.” The suggestion entirely selfish, she wanted her boyfriend all to herself sometimes. It was hard for the two of them to have special time just the two of them with a wriggling two year old sleeping in the middle. “What do you think Nate, weekend sleepover and movie nights?” She rose an eyebrow at him with a grin, knowing that wouldn’t stop the two year old from running into their room in the early hours of the morning like she did most nights, but it was worth a try.

God, was Nate perfect or what? As she was pulled carefully towards him by the hand on her ass she dropped a kiss against his lips gently, smiling against them before moving away properly. Forcing herself to remember they were in the middle of the Ikea showroom rather than at their own apartment, or even in the car which would provide a little more privacy. “You’re too good to me sometimes, but you already know that.” A disapproving glance because he had such unrelenting faith in her it was often hard to understand how he managed it, she only saw her failures, but Nate seemed to just see her positives instead. Maybe that was why they balanced each other out nicely. “Bob!” She laughed as Savannah clapped, passing her across to Nate so she could grab the handle of the shopping cart and follow them towards the restaurant. “Yeah, good point, maybe we’ll cut your meatballs into little bits just while you’re so little baby. Mama would never forgive herself if she choked on your dinner.” Eliciting the little girl’s tongue to come pointing out of her mouth towards Rylan as a response, making her have to try and suppress her smile knowing it would just encourage that behaviour in the future. “Hey, less of that missy, if the wind changes you might stay like that.”

As they arrived at the cafe she parked up the cart before instructing Nate and Savannah to find a table for the three of them so she could go get the food. Miming to the man to check he wanted meatballs and French fries, knowing that’s what the toddler would have but on a much smaller scale of course. With copious amounts of ketchup, there was nothing she wouldn’t eat with that stuff smothered all over it, much to Rylan’s confusion. It being something she personally hated. Sliding trays of food in front of them all carefully she stole a French fry from Savannah’s plate before starting to cut up her food for her, there were some things she had down as a mom at this point, making sure nothing bad happened to her little princess was one of them, making sure to divide up the food before Savannah even had a chance to argue on the matter. “Do you think they’ll deliver the stuff today?” She asked Nate as she carried on with her task, wondering if they’d have to keep sleeping on a mattress on the floor a little longer or if the bed might actually get into the house tonight. “I want to see that the bed is strong enough, that’s all.” Shooting him a wink as she passed the fork across the the little girl, watching as she stabbed a bite with it enthusiastically, shoving it into her tiny mouth with all the dramatics someone performing on stage.

"You take my hoodies, I take the beds!" Nate argued back with a grin. He really didn't mind Rylan wearing his clothes- in fact, it was wonderful to see her wearing them- and this was all down to teasing. After all, at the end of the day, he slept best with Rylan in his arms, and he knew it was the same for her. They'd spent plenty of nights talking to each other for hours while Rylan had to be away, and now that they had the luxury of being together each night, Nate wasn't going to let that go. So when Savannah frowned, thinking hard about what her mother said, trying to understand what to do, he couldn't help but laugh. "It's okay, honey. Mama can sleep like that all she wants, but we get to cuddle." He assured her with a playful wink, and the girl nodded immediately, thankful that there was a resolution to this before she lost it. "Unless Mama wants to share the bed with the two of us, and we can all spend the night cuddling? What do the two of you think?"

"I think you could do whatever you want, and you'd succeed at it, love." He smiled at Rylan, genuinely believing it. Rylan was so amazing, so beautiful, so perfect, that it made sense to him; no matter what she was willing to do, she would absolutely succeed at it. She was already amazing at modeling, and she was perfect at being a mom to their daughter. And now, she was perfect at teasing him back, urging Nate to do more. So his hand remained on her butt, playfully albeit carefully moving her towards him for another moment or two before he finally let go. After all, he would have more than enough time to make up for it when they were back home, testing out the new bed.

"Bob!" Savannah clapped along gleefully while her mother sang, much to Nate's delight. It didn't matter to him that they got a look or two from people around them because all he cared about was his girlfriend and his daughter. It was so weird to think about Rylan as just his girlfriend, but he was still terrified about facing the obvious and admitting the awful secret that he was holding all to himself. The longer he waited the higher the possibility was that she would leave him over it, and the fear was paralyzing. It was easier to pretend that all was fine than face the unfortunate reality. His mind quickly shifted away from those thoughts when Rylan spoke up, making him laugh out loud before a blush crept up his cheeks. "Maybe don't be as eager and... capable as mommy is, darling." He offered to Savannah, despite a quick glance or two he cast Rylan's way. Instead, he focused on his daughter, quickly picking her up from Rylan's arms when he noticed the way his girlfriend was clearly straining to hold her. "And Savannah would love to help me with my workouts, right, Sav?" He grinned at Savannah, lifting her up joyfully and making the girl squeal. Leaving the trolley to Rylan, he was quick to play along to their daughter's requests, leading the way towards the restaurant.

#convo: nate

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welcome-to-hawkins · 3 years ago

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The Terrible Eddie Munson

Part one Part two Alternative Ending

Summary: Eddie wins the campaign, and gets to keep you as his prize.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex, p in v, vaginal intercourse, missionary, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, cum, multiple orgasms, slight nipple play, I think that’s it 🤣

If you didn’t know any better you’d say the rest of Hellfire knew about the little promise between Eddie and you.

The room was buzzing with excitement, literally, since Eddie had decided that the campaign needed to end with the perfect soundtrack; Black Sabbath.

He had it cranked up so loud that the bass was shaking the walls, the boys huddling in small groups discussing their strategies for todays session.

Well, that’s what they were supposed to be doing. They kept sneaking glances at you and Eddie, like they had been all week, clearly suspicious about the amount of time you two had spent together recently. It made sense, I mean you two weren’t exactly a secret, Jeff had walked in on the two of you in the back of Eddies van and made quick work in telling all of his friends, but given that you and Eddie hadn’t put a label on it yet, what were you supposed to tell the kids?

Like, “Hey Dusty! Just so you know i’m boning Eddie, Dungeon Master and positive male role model in your life, hope you don’t mind!”… not likely.

You didn’t realise you’d been lost in thought until Dustin was clicking his fingers in front of your face.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Sorry Dus, are we starting?” You looked around to find it suddenly quiet.

Dustin only nodded, filtering into his place at the table solemnly. They were all waiting for you as you took your seat in the middle of the table. You looked to Eddie where he was squatting on his throne, forearms resting across the tops of his thighs as he folded himself into the dramatic pose. He stood suddenly, thick boots scraping across the wood of his seat.

And just like that the campaign begun, and with a wide sweep of Eddies arms the sweet cheesy boy you knew disappeared, replaced with the Dungeon Master.

“Fireball him!”

“Shit, roll again!”

“I need a 14!”

The session was a blur, and before you knew it the party was down to the deciding move. If Dustin could roll a ten or higher they’d defeat the monster and be able to rescue the Princess. If not Eddie… ahem, the monster, would keep you, her. You weren’t sure which thought you enjoyed more.

Eddies eyes locked with yours. Dustin rolled.

Three.

It took the boys fifteen minutes to stop screaming at each other and calm down, all while Eddie sat there with a smug look on his face not bothering to help settle the situation.

That was until Dustin started suggesting that the die were rigged and Eddie looked like he might kill him.

“Are you suggesting that I cheated?” He spat, “that I would EVER break the sacred rules of Hellfire?” Eddie stood, hands braced on the table. Even Erica had the good sense to look scared.

“Okay, that’s enough. Time to go home boys” you said finally, stepping in before Eddie actually killed one of them.

“And I assume you’ll be staying here, with Eddie, again?” Dustin sassed.

“Yes. Now less talking more walking, go home” Eddie asserted.

You did wonder what exactly Eddie had over Gareth to turn him into the clubs personal taxi, but now wasn’t the time to question it.

When the hellfire room finally cleared, with the exception of you and Eddie, the calm was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the night.

Eddie plopped back into his seat, “So…” he started.

“So”.

“I won” his cheeky grin was back, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been dripping wet all day just thinking about what might happen tonight.

“You did, I do believe that means the terrible monster gets to claim his prize.” Your eyes glimmered as you stared at him, the way the dim coloured lights glowed like an aura behind him.

He hummed, “so eager”, a breath and then “but i’m not taking you for the first time here, as much as I might want to” he moved toward you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “come home with me, Princess”.

And you did.

The atmosphere on the journey home had been tense, both of you too wound up to make small talk. His hand had gripped your thigh like a life raft, only really serving to dampen your panties.

Eddie led you into his trailer and through to his bedroom, fingers interlinked. He turned to you and threaded his fingers into the back of your hair, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Look, I know what I said about tonight but if somethings changed, if you don’t wanna do this anymore or if you wanna wait, that’s fine, okay? I want you to be comfortable”.

The way he was looking at you, like you hung the moon, made your heart clench. You smiled.

“I believe that if you won I was promised a, how did you put it again? Terrible monster?” Your words were clear, face unwavering, as you told him what he was so desperately hoping to hear; that you still wanted this.

“That’s right, Princess. Thing is, you’ve already met the monster. The only real question is whether you’re actually gonna let me keep you”. His teasing words were laced with doubt.

“Good luck getting rid of me now, Munson” you snuck your arms around his middle, under his leather jacket, “now are you gonna do something, or do I need to go find myself a knight?”

He returned your smile, a moment of tenderness before-

“He rolled a three”

“Yes. So?”

“Three.”

“I’m not following”

“Three orgasms.”

Oh. Oh.

In contrast to the heat his statement has created between your legs, his kiss is soft and slow. His tongue traces the seam of your lips and you grant him access. Your kisses are usually passionate, eager, teeth bumping together and tongues clashing. Always hurried moments together desperate for release. You thought tonight would be the same, tearing each others clothes off desperate for release, especially since the only action Eddie had had until this point was his own hand. Instead he was taking his time, enjoying you.

After all, he won. Why rush the claiming of his prize?

He moved the two of you backwards until you thighs hit the edge of his bed. You shuffled backwards as he climbed on top of you, slotting his body over yours like puzzle pieces.

Your hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders as he peppered kisses down your neck. He sat up on his haunches and tugged his jacket off, you followed his lead starting to discard excess clothing, both of you kicking your shoes into random corners of his room.

You caught his eye as you were both stripping your own clothes off. He was shucking his jeans down his legs and you were tangled up in your shirt, the tension breaking with laughter, both of you realising how ridiculous you looked.

You finally pulled down your jeans, leaving you both only in your underwear, and turned back to him.

He laid you back against the pillows and covered your body with his own. Dark hair fell around your face like a curtain. You ran your hands across his naked chest, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. Naked with the exception of his boxers and cold rings you could truly see him in all his glory; slim but soft, pale skin and toned arms from the constant guitar playing.

Gentle kisses trailed down your neck, stopping briefly at your chest as he pulled your bra off and pressed a wet kiss to each nipple, down your stomach before stopping at the band of your panties.

He sat back, spreading your thighs and keeping them apart with his own. Now resting back on his calves Eddie smoothed his palms up the back of your legs, folding them up over his elbows, and buried his face in your pussy with a wink.

Eddie kissed your sensitive bud through your panties, dropping a hand from your thigh to trace the damp patch on your panties. He tugged them down and threw them onto the pile with his clothes, you debated telling him off before he licked a broad stripe up your centre and you lost all ability to speak.

Eddies tongue buried in your pussy paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs was addictive. Your moans were no doubt echoing around his trailer but you didn’t care, not as long as he kept doing that.

You almost cried when he moved, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking. He was harsh, unforgiving, and you felt your legs start to shake as they tried to close around his head.

“Ed, fuck, m’gonna-”

And you did. Pussy clenching around nothing, head thrown back, crying his name.

“That’s one”, he kissed you, “so good for me baby, so perfect”Eddie climbed back over you, reaching down off the bed to fish a condom out of his jeans pocket.

“Eddie, please” you looked at him, chin glistening with your juice, hair slicked to his face, “fuck me”.

He grinned, tugging his boxers off. You’d felt him through his pants before, and had some idea of his size, but seeing it bare before you…

Eddie was huge. Seven inches and thick. You reached down and gave him an experimental stroke, doing it again with slightly more pressure when his head dropped back, eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

“Fuck baby… if you do that i’m gonna cum and after all this you best believe i’m gonna cum whilst i’m inside you” he groaned.

He rolled the condom on and lined himself up with your entrance. He kissed you as he slid all the way inside, sloppy and all he could muster with the feeling of your walls clamping down around him.

You clung to him, your arms looped round his neck and legs locked behind his back. Eddie dropped his head into the crook of your neck and gave an experimental thrust, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck baby. So hot and wet. Feels like heaven”

The pace he sets is slow, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in. Your skin sticks to his, damp with a thin sheen of sweat.

“Eds please… more” you whine, and for once he listens to you.

He balances his weight on his arms either side of your head and starts to go harder. Not faster, harder, hitting a new spot inside you that makes your back arch like a cat in the sun.

You can see him better in this new position, his face directly above yours and the sight is almost better than the feeling itself; Eddies face is contorted in pleasure, his eyes shut and eyebrows drawn tightly together, lips dropped open in a silent gasp.

“God, baby. Can feel you tightening around me, you close? Huh, gonna cum all over my cock?” He teased

“Feels so good, wanna cum for you” orgasm creeping up on you as Eddie sped up, pelvis grinding against your clit with each powerful thrust.

As you clamped down around him and clawed your nails down his back you felt his thrusts start to loose rhythm, a sign he was close.

Your own orgasm triggered Eddies and you watched from beneath him as he came undone. Eddie slammed into you once more, body shuddering as he came, the noise burned into your brain. His forehead dropped against your own, panting as he opened his eyes and said “two”.

Eddie flipped the two of you over, you now sat upright on his lap.

He was still hard, hair fanned out on the pillow below him angelically. You took him in, covered in sweat beneath you, and began to move.

His hands flew up to rest on your hips, teeth dug into his lip, as you set a torturously slow pace.

Your head was flung back as you rode him, tits bouncing hypnotically. He sat up to capture a hard peak in his mouth, sucking and biting.

You felt your slick coating his thighs as you rode him. He lay back and braced his heels against the mattress. Your eyes widened as you realised what he was about to do.

He tugged your hips down harshly at the same time as he thrust upwards, head of his cock hitting your g-spot. He set a punishing pace, tugging you up and down on his cock like a doll.

Your eyesight went fuzzy as you felt your third orgasm approaching. Eddie felt the now familiar tightening around his member and moved his thumb to rub tight circles on your bud.

You exploded, gushing around him as you squirted.

Your body went limp as Eddie flipped you again, fucking your through your orgasm and chasing his own.

As Eddie came for the second time you squirmed, sensitive and exhausted.

He flopped onto the mattress next to you, flat on your backs, and said “that’s three”.

You just about registered him standing to discard the condom and fetch a damp cloth to clean between your legs.

He tugged his boxers back on and pulled his Hellfire shirt over your head.

When he was finally satisfied that you were comfortable he dropped back into bed and tugged you against his chest.

“You did so good for me, Princess”.

You snuggled deeper into his side, throwing a leg across his and looking up at him.

“Hey Princess…” usually confident, Eddies voice was suddenly filled with doubt.

“Yeah?”

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?”

You chuckled, heart squeezing at the sweetness he was showing compared to the so called ‘monster’ he fancied himself as.

“I told you, Eds. I’m yours.” You smiled at the idea, and leaned up to kiss him, short and innocently, a press of your lips against his.

“So… is that a yes?”

“Yes, you dork”.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading these!!! Alt ending in my Masterlist and linked at the top of post as soon as it’s out.

Let me know if you liked it or wanna see more!

Send me requests!

Parts one, two and the alt ending are linked at the top!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn

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poppadom0912 · 2 years ago

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Older Sister

Characters: Jay Halstead x Sibling!Reader, Will Halstead x Sibling!Reader, Maggie

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Summary: Will and Jay have an older sister.

A/N: I imagined it much better in my head but this is what I got while trying to recover from writer's block. I don't really like this but I hope you do. Posting this a little earlier because my anxiety is being a bitch.

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"Honestly, I swear to God these children." You mumble under your breath to yourself, walking into the ED, approaching a familiar nurse who had yet to see you but with your heels clicking, she looked up and smiled at you.

"Y/N! Hey, what're you doing here?" Maggie asked you, coming around the desk to give you a quick side hug as you continued to walk towards the elevator.

"My dad's building goes up in flames and my brothers decide not to tell me." You sassed with a faint smile. "April called me because apparently I'm pops' emergency contact."

The call both shocked and scared you. You were at work, rushing around with your partner Peter Stone for evidence that wasn't at the scene when you were interrupted by April, who usually didn't call you but enough for you to save her as a contact, calling to let you know of your dad’s condition but very briefly.

Despite wanting to stay at work and continue with your case, Peter urged you to leave and be with your brothers and dad, which you did after much convincing and even threatening on Peter's end which caused you to cave in.

"I heard." Maggie was there when every patient was wheeled into Med, watching your two brothers follow your then conscious father. "They're in the ICU."

You thanked Maggie, tapping her arm in appreciation before stepping into the elevator, waving her goodbye before the doors closed.

The elevator wasn't very filled, two other people in there with you but you didn't acknowledge them, pushing away any negative thoughts away and preparing yourself for anything, both good and bad but mainly bad. You also had to prepare yourself for your brothers who you hadn't seen in a month and when you did see them, it was because your case somehow involved all three of your work fields.

Most of it was all formality but the three of you did manage to sneak in an inside joke or two, promising to meet after for a drink at Molly's but alas, Chicago was restless.

You hadn't even fully prepared yourself before the doors opened, forcing yourself to move forward, ignoring the few stares you got from the sound of your heels disrupting the quiet of the intensive care unit.

Your eyes scanned for the room number Maggie told you but before you could read any number, you found a mop of red curls resembling yours standing behind closed glass doors, arguing with someone with a very shiny badge on his belt.

It wasn't the sight of your dad's dying body that caused to rush forward but the punch sent by Jay to Will.

You could proudly say you were comfortable in heels after years of experience, walking around all day which then allowed you to pick up the pace and even run a decent amount if needed. So, moving forward to your siblings was no problem at all.

"Okay, back off, back off." You squeezed yourself in between your brothers, pushing both of them. No matter how happy you were to see them after a month, you couldn't ignore what just happened.

Glaring at Jay, you pointed at him threateningly with your index finger, squinting your eyes dangerously till he moved back on his own accord, his actions faltering at your blazing gaze.

Turning around, you faced the middle child, tutting at the sight of blood in his thumb and tongue. You cupped his jaw, moving his head all around, inspecting for any severe damage before patting it pathetically.

"You're fine, you'll live." You told Will who opened his mouth to retort that he knew that, but you put your hand out, stopping him before he could say anything.

Closing his mouth in defeat, you could hear Will's inner turmoil that he was bursting to release but he kept to himself.

Before he could walk away though, you grabbed both of their ears and walked away from the room and the curious eyes of the nurses.

Ignoring their pleas and whines, complaining of the excruciating pain you were inflicting on them, you pulled them into an isolated corridor, both trailing behind you against their own will.

Pushing them forward, watching as they rubbed their ears to relieve the pain which you decided to ignore, you huffed placing your hands on your hips expressing your disappointment which they immediately caught onto.

"What the hell!?" You tried to keep down your volume, keeping your anger in check which you'd gotten very good at over the years from both being the eldest child and a lawyer.

Jay and Will exchanged not so secret glances, having a silent conversation that you easily translated, causing your frown to deepen.

"So?" You pushed them, tapping your foot expectantly, checking the time on your watch before looking at them, waiting for an explanation.

Jay and Will were hesitant, it was very blatant. Despite their aggressiveness to each other five minutes ago, they both shared the same feelings towards you, neither wanting to admit their childishness.

Will sighed, rolling his eyes as he straightened up, ignoring Jay's small smile before he told you why they were arguing, then explaining why he was in the right which then triggered Jay, causing him to butt in and disagree.

Their bickering went back and forth, both of them being reasonable but they weren't truly listening to the other. They were way too stubborn and not willing to let go of their ego, too proud and not wanting to back down after coming so far; to admit defeat now would be too embarrassing.

Clicking your tongue, you watched them bicker like actual five-year-olds, disappointment flooding you as you had to remind yourself that they were in their thirties with stable jobs as a doctor and a detective.

Oh, if Miss Goodwin and Voight could see them now.

"Alright, I'm actually going to slap someone if you two don't stop." You very mildly threatened them but they very much new it wasn't an empty promise. "You guys are being babies."

"No-"

"Y/N-"

"Ah, ah, ah." You stopped them, your hand out to silence them like the instigator you were. "If this doesn't stop then I will kill you and no one will find your bodies."

It shouldn't have scared them as easy as it did, but they were scared, frightened, shaking to their bones. You very easily could do that, and you had a particularly good team at your side who would help and make their murders seamless with no questions asked.

"Okay, I don't care why you’re fighting, your both being idiots but why didn't you call me?" You asked them, snapping your fingers so they looked directly at you so they could shrink under your stare which wasn't as scary as it normally would be but taken the circumstances, you were being lenient.

"I honestly thought one of you were dead or something." You paused, gauging their reactions. "April never calls me."

"Sorry." Jay and Will said in sync and even though it wasn't the best apology they've given; they could make up for it another time.

"Now, what are we gonna do?"

So, for the next few hours, the three of you talked about your dad’s condition, coming to terms that this was it before pulling the plug; mourning together before Will was pulled back into work downstairs.

It'd only been a few minutes since your dad was officially declared dead and you all ignored your busy schedules, instead opting to be together and just be idiots.

You knew that there would be unhealthy and odd coping mechanisms but one that you did all share was humour, which was how you found yourselves standing outside of the hospital, paper coffee cups in hand as you stared into the distance.

Honestly, from a normal perspective, the three of you could be mistaken for being drunk or high but the only thing you were high off of was laughter.

"A lawsuit- William Halstead!" You looked at Will in shock, slapping his arm as you scolded him. "What were you thinking!? And why wasn’t I told, I’m a lawyer and your older sister for goodness sakes?!"

Jay hummed in agreement, sipping his coffee in attempt to hide his snickers at his older siblings.

"We need to do this more often." Jay said, gesturing to the semi-circle you three created.

You scoffed in reply. "You say that as if you and Will don't bump into each other at least once a week, you’re a very privileged man y'know?"

The question was rhetorical, but Jay still replied, aware of Will's newfound pride at your indirect compliment.

"You'd be graced with our faces much more if you decided to get shot but Oh well, your loss." Jay shrugged with a smile, as if being shot was a good excuse to see your siblings.

"It still surprises me how an idiot like you was made detective." You clicked your tongue before sipping your coffee.

"Yeah, how's a detective as mighty as you afraid of needles?" Will slyly mentioned, nudging you as he chose which side he wanted to be on, the winning side.

Jay's jaw went slack, looking at Will in betrayal.

"Will!"

#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead #one chicago fic #halstead sister #chicago med #jay halstead imagine #will halstead imagine

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

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honeytae · 3 years ago

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You’re distracting the chef, sweetheart.

hey guys! so…this is literally just domestic bliss with yoongi…need i say more? no but this is such a self indulgent piece i really just…love me some husband material which is exactly what yoongi is. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i do </3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: fluff

warnings: tooth rotting ‼️

word count: 1.4k

Your eyes followed the stitches of the pillow beside your head, knitting your eyebrows at the peculiar sewing pattern.

Flicking the fabric with your thumb, you broke your eyes’ fixation off the object with a shake of your head, a disgruntled noise echoing through your chest.

So this was boredom.

With a frown, your eyes flickered across the couch to Yoongi as his leg bumped yours in his slight shift of position, settling back into the pillows behind him with his right arm holding his phone above his face.

Sighing, you watched your boyfriend from where you were perched on the opposite side of the sofa, the man seeming perfectly content with the otherwise silence and mundane air in your apartment as he scrolled through his twitter feed.

Not that you could blame him. Days like this in his schedule were far and few between, where you could lay around together like this. But you were beginning to get restless, feeling the need to get up and do something before you died of boredom.

Frowning, you sighed slightly louder, pout increasing when he either didn’t hear you, or acted like he hadn’t. Unbothered, your boyfriend continued his useless scrolling of his thumb on his phone screen, while you itched out of sheer nothingness across from him.

“Yoongi.”

Showing his surprise, Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you, lowering his phone to lay flat on his chest as you pushed your foot against his knee.

“What’s that for?” He chuckled, catching your foot in his palm and soothing his fingers along your knobby ankles.

His features twisted in amusement from his perch on the pillows, dancing his fingertips across the top of your foot mindlessly.

“‘M bored.” You shrugged, the man snorting back another laugh as you needily pushed your foot further into his hold.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about that, love.” He replied smugly, a shrug of his shoulder making you scoff as you pulled your foot out of his hands.

“Now you’re just being mean.” You crossed your arms stubbornly, letting the man take your limb back in his hand as he soothingly trailed his palm up and down your calf.

His eyes sparkled in amusement at your stature, the attitude radiating off of you in waves that made him hum in the back of his throat.

“Okay, okay, let’s see, what do kids do when they’re bored?” He wondered aloud, casting his eyes up to the ceiling as he lazily smirked at your offended gasp in the background.

“Did you just compare me to a kid?” Placing your palm on his thigh to boost yourself up into a sitting position, your jaw dropped as he absentmindedly hummed in the back of his throat.

“Well why don’t we look into the Grandpa agenda then? Wanna try some geriatric activities?” You quipped, Yoongi laughing through his nose at your sass.

“I’d love that, actually.” He said, grinning when you groaned in frustration. Settling his hands on your kneecaps, he gripped them in a gentle squeeze, nodding at you once with a fond smile.

“Alright, Grumpy. C’mon.” He gestured for you to stand up with him, grunting as the motion stretched at his muscles, rolling his eyes when you muttered another grandpa remark under your breath.

With a hand gripping your wrist, Yoongi guided you until you were daintily draped over the stool at the island in your kitchen, facing the oven as he stuck his head in the fridge.

“What are you doing? I don’t want any more tea and scones.” You smirked, the man exhaling a scoff as he straightened his back out into a standing position, arms cradling an array of ingredients as he walked over to set them all out across the counter.

The way he did his signature waddle across the room had you smiling immediately, your grin barely hidden by the clamp of your teeth down on your bottom lip.

“You better watch it over there. I’ll mess the sauce up on purpose.” He teasingly wagged his finger at you, making you giggle as you fondly watched him retrieve the necessary pans and measuring tools he needed for his sudden plan.

“Are you cooking for me, Min?” You asked, eyebrows raising as he immediately nodded in response.

You were truly of no use in the kitchen, something both you and Yoongi were well aware of three years into your relationship.

Too many near-oven fires had occurred, blackened pans and smokey kitchens leading to an all out ban of you using any of the kitchen appliances without his supervision.

So Yoongi was perfectly content with him doing all the cooking and you doing all the observing, occasionally prompting you to open up the oven for him or set a timer for precisely thirteen minutes, otherwise it’ll get soggy.

“I am. Someone seems a little grumpy, and what better cure for grumpiness than jjajangmyeon?” He posed with a small smile, grinning wider when he spotted your pout out of the corner of his eye.

“I am not grumpy.” You said, whiny in your tone as he chuckled at you.

“That seems like something a grumpy person would say.” He shrugged smugly, lining the knife up with the zucchini before concentrating on slicing the vegetable up to the desired amount.

Staring at him for a moment, you admired the man in front of you, bottom lip tucked into his mouth as he scrunched his eyes in concentration. The veins in his hands bulged slightly as he gripped the last stub of the zucchini, slowing down his kniving to not risk a finger.

Looking at him, you couldn’t imagine a more lovable human.

His soft stomach pressed up against the counter, equally soft hair hanging over his forehead, socked feet bumping against the cabinet every so often as he shifted along the floor.

“You’re staring.” He suddenly spoke up, making your eyes drift up expectantly to his face, pulling your eyebrows together when you noticed his back was still to you.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he transferred the vegetables to a side plate, reaching for the leftover pork from the other day to slice that up as well for your impromptu lunch.

He was obviously proud of catching you in the act, not that you cared.

“You’re hot.” You shamelessly responded from behind him, the man shaking his head with a shy chuckle as you tapped your fingers against the counter beneath you.

“This is hot? This does it for you?” He grinned as he lifted the anime patterned cutting board he’d been using, a gift from one of his aunts on a birthday nearly a decade ago now.

Laughing, you hopped off the counter with a shove of your hands against the marble, practically floating over to your man. A clatter of the knife he’d been using against the counter was soon followed by him wrapping his now free arm around you with a fond smile.

Neglecting his dish for even a moment was something Yoongi swore against in the kitchen, but when it came to you, he couldn’t care less.

Besides, if he messed it up, you’d be paying for it anyway.

“Hm. I love when you get all domestic on me.” You murmured, laying your head on his shoulder as he dipped down to press a lingering kiss to your hair.

Tilting your chin up to look at him, you found nothing but pure adoration in his dark brown orbs, your heart leaping in your chest at the familiar warmth spreading throughout your body.

Familiar, as it was the same feeling that ignited your heart each and every time he looked at you like that.

Both leaning into each other, eyes flitting closed, your lips met in a tender kiss, enjoying the exciting spark that still happened via the action.

It was moments like this when you were convinced of the fact that you were the love of this life and the next for him, and him yours.

His tongue felt smooth against your own, gentle yet passionate in the way it swept around your mouth and tangled with your own muscle.

Blindly setting the cutting board back onto the counter, he neglected the tray in favor of your hips, gripping and massaging at the flesh with a low hum as he pulled you flush to him.

Your hands were doing much of the same, mapping out the landscape of his toned back with your palms as your fingers appreciatively dug into his soft flesh.

Humming, he broke apart from you for only a moment, chuckling when you surged forward to chase after his mouth.

“Ah ah ah. You’re distracting the chef, sweetheart.”

Staring at him with your mouth gaped, Yoongi only laughed in response, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead before stepping back to continue his chopping work.

“You’re,” you paused at a loss for words, “you’re so mean.” You said, baffled at his teasing as he chuckled in response.

“Just trying to make sure you get your jjajangmyeon, angel.”

Once the dish of noodles was steaming and ready to eat, he blushed slightly at your praise when he finished plating, turning you back toward the island with a nudge of his elbow to your spine along with a bashful smile gracing his face.

“Just eat it, you brat.”

#bts fanfiction #bts member x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reader insert #bts fluff #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagines #min yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagines #yoongi fluff

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, sass, fake dating trope, alcohol consumption, smut. A/N: an old story, I’m just uploading everything to the new blog now And adding in the new tag lists.

“Arrggghhh!” The strangled cry from your office gained Rita’s attention as she’d crossed through the firm back to her own, the vision of your cell phone going flying through the room causing her to pause, leaning against the door frame.

“Barba driving you insane? Or do you have one of those clients I warned you about?” She smirked softly. Your huffed out a sigh, looking across at her, annoyance ever president on your face.

“I would rather be dealing with a very guilty baby killer than this right now.” You groaned, running your heads over your face before it dropped to the desk in front of you.

“What’s going on?” Rita moved into your office easily, swinging the door shut behind her.

From the moment you’d started at her firm the two of you had become friends, you had a ferociousness that she rarely saw in new lawyers, and you were one that immediately started to work for the defence. You still had your morals, but you knew where to draw the line, knowing exactly what situations you were getting into before you got into them. Rita was more than okay with spilling a few of her overflow clients your way, and amazed at the way you managed to defend them perfectly in a courtroom. She particularly loved the way you absolutely eviscerated Barba nearly every time you went up against him. Despite the age gap the two of you had gotten along swimmingly, even more than the others in the firm, usually spending working lunches together, or pursuing drinks after work as a way to wind down. It’d been nearly four years and honestly, you were some of the closest friends the other had after so long in the industry.

“My fucking Mother.” You groaned, rolling your eyes, nodding a thanks as Rita dropped the tossed cell phone back onto your desk. “Every year since I was in high school it’s like a goddamn sin if I don’t bring someone home for Christmas and I am sick of it.” Rita chuckled softly, “two years ago I bribed Jensen to come with me in an attempt to piss of my parents and they barely flinched when I told them he was someone from work..who got off on a technicality for three homicides. They only cared that he was a nice enough looking man!” Rita nearly howled at that,

“You brought a fucking serial killer to your house on Christmas?!”

“It wasn’t my house!” You shrugged, “besides, you always told me they’re much more likely to go after the D.A’s not those defending them.”

“I didn’t mean they were okay to bring home to mom and dad!” She countered, a laugh echoing through the room as she perched herself on the side of your desk. You let out a hefty sigh,

“I’m just at the point where I honestly don’t give a fuck. I don’t want to go home at all but if I don’t, I’ll have my brother at my goddamn door on Christmas Eve ready to drive me up to Danbury no questions asked. I just..want to piss them off past no belief. Bring someone home who they don’t expect, even if it’s not real, just fuck them up enough they’ll finally shut up for a few years.”

“Have you ever brought home a woman?” She asked.

“Yes. I tried that. They know I’ve fought for years that I much prefer women, they just don’t seem to get it. The last girl I brought home they were convinced was just my friend. Though she was too chicken for any amount of P.D.A, I don’t even know if she was out to her family. Clearly that one didn’t last too long.” You rolled your eyes again as Rita chuckled.

“Well…what about someone substantially older than you?”

“Rita,” you laughed, “I think all the men from sugar daddy apps have their own families to be with on Christmas.”

“I have no obligation to see mine.” Your head cocked as you looked up at her, a brow raised.

“Are you offering to come with me?”

“All you have to do is ask.” She smirked. You dropped your pen, cupping one of her hands in yours as you gave her the best fake puppy dog eyes you could muster.

“Rita Calhoun, will you be my fake girlfriend this Christmas to piss of my horribly fucking annoying family?”

“I’d love to.” You laughed when she bent forward, kissing your head playfully before hopping off your desk, “You’re in luck too, I’m a high upgrade from a convicted serial killer.”

“Not convicted! I got him off.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“Not like that!” She cackled as she dodged the stapler you hucked at her, safely escaping your office.

“You sure you’re fine not seeing your family?” You asked, eyes trained on the road.

“I am more than okay with it.” Rita replied, “This will be far more entertaining than sitting around being asked when I’m going to finally have a kid and being told that time’s starting to run out.”

“Oh God, this shit never ends, does it?” You glanced over at her, noting the laugh on her face.

“It really doesn’t. And I am more than content just being Aunt Rita.”

“Yeah you can mark me down for staying as the fun wine Aunt any day.” The other woman chuckled at your remark.

“How many kids are going to be there today?”

“Two. Cassy’s six, Maggie just turned one. Both my younger sister’s kids, my brother’s the baby of the family and somehow gets out of the constant questioning of when he’s settling down. They’re good kids, I mean…the baby’s…”

“A baby?”

“Exactly. I mean, she’ll be walking now…I think? Fuck if I know how kids work.” You laughed, “It was horrible last year, like, no..I don’t want to hold her, she looks like an alien. Can I please have more wine?”

“Agreed completely.”

The conversation varied between a few other things, you ran over any basics of your family, how Christmas dinner was usually structured. The drive was just over an hour, but the roads were already starting to turn, it’d been snowing since noon and honestly part of you was praying it would get worse and you could bail before you even got there. Then again, you’d miss out on the fun that was torturing your parents with this whole façade.

You pulled into the driveway behind the car that you knew was your brother’s, knowing his plan was usually to drink heavily and crash in his old room. Since you knew the weather wasn’t going to be great, (and while your little Toyota did just fine in the city when you needed it, it didn’t deal well with highways full of snow) you’d suggested bringing overnight bags just in case. You grabbed your bag, along with the bag nearly overflowing with presents and head Rita to the door, thankful it was unlocked and you wouldn’t need to deal with keys.

“Hi!” You called into the house, dumping your bag in the sitting room off to the right, motioning for Rita to follow suit. Kicking off your shoes you heard a pattering of small feet as you started undoing your coat.

“Auntie!” Cassy yelped in glee as she raced towards you, hands outstretched. You were lucky enough you caught her wrists in time, stopping her half a foot away thanks to the icing nearly coating her hands.

“Woah…let’s keep those sticky hands away from the Prada, baby.” You plopped a kiss to her head, turning her in your arms, “How about you go wash up and then you’ll get a hug?” Rita chuckled at the entire interaction, knowing she would’ve done the exact same thing. Your brother popped around the corner next, beer already in his hand,

“Hey.” He gave you a one armed hug, a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabbed the presents from you. His eyes moved behind you to Rita, extending a hand, “Patrick.” She gave a quick greeting in reply before he turned back to you, “Mom’s gonna fucking kill you.”

“At this point I’m purposely trying to give her an aneurysm.” You joked, reaching for Rita’s hand as you moved into the vast combo living and dining room.

“Ma! We’re all here now!” Patrick called out, dropping the bag of gifts at the foot of the tree, he shot you a smirk as your Mother called back from the kitchen.

“Oh excellent! Y/N I can’t wait to meet the wonderful young man you’v-“ She cut herself off suddenly as she moved through the kitchen doorway, her eyes landing on you and Rita hand in hand. You giggled softly, wrapping your free arm around Rita’s bicep, snuggling against her briefly before kissing her cheek.

“This is Rita. She’s one of the senior partners at the firm, hell, she’s one of the best defence attorneys in the city.” You redirected your attention to Rita, gesturing “My Mom, Lisa.”

“It’s…so nice to meet you.” Your Mom gave a small smile alongside her greeting.

“Likewise. I’ve heard wonderful things. Thank you so much for having us tonight, I know how hectic the holidays can be.” She smiled softly, “Your daughter is…truly magnificent. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Turning to you Rita cupped your cheek with her free hand, gently nuzzling against your nose before kissing the tip of it, “She’s an incredible asset to the firm as well, she does fantastic work.”

“Oh stop…” you playfully feigned embarrassment, ducking to kiss her shoulder.

“Well..” Your Mother broke into the moment again, “Drinks?”

“Oh yes please!” You followed her into the kitchen, leaving Rita in the capable hands of your brother to make quick introductions as the rest of the family made their way into the room.

You handed Rita a glass of Pinot as you returned, dropping down onto the couch beside her, kissing her cheek gently. She nuzzled into it, smiling warmly at you before returning back to the conversation, her free hand draped across your thigh with ease. You had to give it to her, she was damn good at this, it was more believable than the actual girlfriend you’d brought a few years back. Though you knew she enjoyed the chaotic ness of the entire thing just as much as you did.

The family socialized and caught up for a bit while your parents finished up dinner, your Dad popping in to greet your ‘girlfriend’ briefly before turning back to the kitchen. There were a few offers to help, but the only one they took was for your brother to come carve the turkey once it was done. Drinks were flowing and the festive mood easily sunk into the room as the group moved from the living room to the dining room table, multiple comments about how everything looked and smelt wonderful spoken through the room. The clattering of dishes and muted conversation took over as the food was passed around the table before everyone was settled in beginning to eat.

“So, Rita.” Your father began, both of your faces glancing up towards the man, “I hear you work with y/n at the firm?”

“Yes.” She smiled softly, glancing back to you quickly with warmth in her eyes, “It’s how we met.”

“How long have you been practicing law?”

“Long enough.” She shot you a wink you were barely able to hold back a giggle, the act in full play now.

“What made you want to start with the defence?” Your Mother asked, you rolled your eyes and shot a look at Patrick, she’d always been fighting you on your choice.

“Oh I actually started with the prosecution.” Her free hand squeezed at yours on the table as her attention turned back to you, “I commend y/n for diving right into the deep end, not a lot of people can handle it and she does absolutely incredible.”

“I just don’t know how you do it, I mean, standing up for criminals-“ You couldn’t help but cut your Mom off.

“Really? Cause that’s not how you felt when one was sitting at your dinner table Mom.”

“Oh sweetheart he wasn’t convicted, you said so yourself.” You snorted,

“That just means I did a damn good job, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty.” You shot a glare toward her, “You gave a literal criminal your best behaviour without giving him the second degree and I’d appreciate if you did the same for the woman I love.” You held back the smirk at her near gasp at your drop of the L word, smiling at the way Rita leaned in to kiss the side of your head softly.

Your Mother stopped with the bullshit after that, and instead of the awkward small talk grilling that you knew would normally ensue, the conversation flowed between everyone at the table. You teased your brother relentlessly over a number of things, did your best to listen as the six year old chattered through multiple stories that made zero sense whatsoever, and internally groaned as your brother in law droned on about his car dealership.

Once everyone was finishing up, you and Patrick took on the normal roles of starting to tear down the table. Your sister and Mom wrangled the kids into the living room with promises of chocolates while your Father and brother in law headed outside to indulge in some cigars. You were in the midst of scooping potatoes into multiple Tupperware containers for everyone to take home when Patrick popped up beside you.

“So…what’s the deal here? You guys are just friends…or fuck buddies…and you wanted to screw with Mom?”

“Oh my God Pat!” You rolled your eyes, rinsing out the dish before putting in the dishwasher, “What, you wanna know cause you wanna take her home?”

“I mean…she’s hot.” You smacked him with a spatula, a look of disgust on your face.

“Patrick! Stop! Not gonna happen!”

“So you are actually together?” He smirked as you shot him a glare.

“Darling is he hassling you?” Rita’s voice broke through the kitchen, she gently wrapped her arms around you as you dolled out stuffing into containers, kissing the back of your neck.

“No…” you turned in her arms, your voice lowering so no one would overhear “and honestly, you can drop the act in front of Pat.” You turned to your brother, “cause if he even so much as hints to it being fake I’ll tell Mom about the three separate abortions he paid for this year.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You know I would!” Before he could rertort, or before Rita’s arms dropped from your waist your Mom popped into the kitchen,

“When you’re done with that will you be a dear and bring some refills out?”

“Pat’s on it!” You called back, shooting him a glare. He scowled at you, knowing you weren’t about to let up on your threat, and knowing you…you had the reciepts to prove it. He wasn’t about to try and fight it out with a criminal lawyer. You let out a quiet groan, your head dropping to Rita’s shoulder briefly, “I’m so sorry to drag you into this, I should’ve just sucked it up and dealt with it myself.”

“You kidding me?” She chuckled, “We made it through dinner without anyone screaming or making any horrible comments. All things considered this is one the better Christmases I’ve been to, fake or real.”

“Thanks.” You gave her a soft smile, turning back to the counter as she moved beside you.

“You need any help?”

“That’d be great.” You slid her the empty stuffing bowl, “if you can toss these in the dishwasher, rinse it if it needs it.”

“‘Course.” She shot you a smile as you picked up the dish of carrots, dolling portions out between the containers. When the two of you had finished you refilled your wine glasses with a heavy hand, Rita shooting you a knowing glance as she grasped your hand once again before entering the living room.

Cassy basically cheered, knowing it was present time once everyone was back all together. Your hand brushed Rita’s hair over her shoulder as you relaxed back agaisnt the couch, making sure it didn’t get trapped. Your fingers softly tracing the side of her cheek before her lips gently met your palm, the look of fake adoration in her eyes. The longer the night went on the more you realized how much acting really was part of a defence attorney’s job. You were impressed by both of your performances, realizing how similar it was to convince a jury a perp was innocent or convince your family you were in a relationship.

Most of the presents were for the kids, a few gift cards or specifically asked for things for the adults. Your parents always said they never wanted anything so they ended up with a few bottles of wine or bourbon that usually got indulged into that evening. Your arm was wrapped around Rita’s shoulder, your hand softly stroking her arm as conversation flowed between everyone as the kids explored their presents. You shifted slightly, curling your legs under yourself as you leant into Rita’s embrace, kissing her shoulder softly right before she kissed your forehead, your older sister making a quiet comment about how adorable you were.

You could practically feel your parents tensing at how comfortable you were around each other, realizing that they weren’t exactly going to get rid of Rita anytime soon. The family tradition was to watch the live action Grinch, Cassy’s favourite, once presents were done and you sunk even deeper into the couch, humming over a sip of wine as the movie started.

Not surprisingly, Cassy passed out halfway through, snoring gently in a turkey and sugar induced coma. Your sister was already snuggling the baby against her chest, and you knew your Dad was about two minutes away from waking everyone up with his snoring from the lounger. As your sister started to wrangle everyone up you nudged Rita softly, mentioning that you should head out.

That was of course until the door was opened, the thick blanket of snow that had been there when you arrived increased by at least a foot. You let out a hefty sigh, your brother in law had an huge SUV with four wheel drive..and they still lived in town, they’d have no problem getting home. But..as suspected, you were trapped, at least overnight. Your parents said goodbye to those who were leaving, and then quickly said goodnight to the remaining three of you before heading upstairs.

“Rumple?” Patrick turned to you, a daring look in his eye already.

“Really?” You rolled your eyes, “You can’t seriously still be drinking that shit.”

“Oh come on! It’s tradition, he dragged you over to the liquor cabinet, “two shots each, that was the deal.” You shot Rita a sympathetic glance as your brother pulled out shot glasses.

“Fine. But then you’re on your own, we’re going to bed.”

“Fine with me.” He grinned sliding two full shot glasses over to each of you, “Merry Christmas.” The three of you cheersed the first round before throwing it back, a series of grimaces as the liquor burned down your throats. Patrick chuckled as he instantly picked up the second glass, causing the two of you to curse at him, doing your best to toss back the second shot. You grabbed his hand as it moved back to the bottle,

“No! I said two was the deal. You do whatever you want, but it’s bedtime for the grown ups.” He laughed, moving back to the table where he grabbed the open bottle of wine.

“Fine…but you’re missing out.”

“Sure…” you teased, “on watching my idiot brother get so drunk he pukes at our parents house at the tender age of twenty nine…sounds great.” Rita outwardly laughed at that, the smile remaining on her face as you grasped at her hand, moving her from the living room. You grabbed your bags from the sitting room, leading her upstairs to your bedroom.

You were ever so blessed that your childhood room hadn’t held onto all of its nostalgia, your parents converting it mainly into a guest room, especially since you did your best to not come home. The twin bed replaced with a gorgeous queen, the boy band posters replaced with a few pieces of tasteful art.

“This is…surprisingly nice.” Rita joked, smiling back at you, causing you to laugh.

“The perks of being the black sheep, I get the nicely done guest room while Patrick’s stuck sleeping in a twin bed with ninja turtle sheets.” She laughed as you flicked on the bedside lamp, moving back to shut the bedroom door.

“You know…your family’s less chaotic than I thought.” She began as you moved into the en-suite, shrugging out of your cardigan, “I mean..your brother could definitely be an issue, but there weren’t any huge fights.” You returned to the doorframe, makeup wipe in your hand,

“That doesn’t mean they didn’t expect a man to show up with me that they could try to force on me.” You barely noticed Rita’s eyes flashing up quickly above you back to you gaze,

“It certainly doesn’t….” she smirked, “your room’s been booby trapped.” Your face scrunched at her before you glanced upwards, spying the mistle toe pinned to the ceiling. You cocked a brow at her, noticing the innocent gleam in her eye,

“I mean..it is tradition..”

“If you insist.” She smirked, taking the half step to close the space between you. Your breath hitched as her lips met yours. The kiss was gentle, a test of the waters, your lips moving with grace as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you to her. You practically moaned against her mouth as her teeth nipped at your lower lip, the sensation shooting through your body before you lightly pulled away.

“You know…” You raised a brow as your hands trailed down her arms, “I can think of another thing that would definitely piss of my parents.”

“Is that so?” You gave a knowing nod before letting out a soft moan, a soft ‘oh fuck’ barely echoing through the room. “Oh darling….” Rita smirked, “I know you can do better than that.”

“Why don’t you make me?” She chuckled at your bratty response, her lips kissing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as your hands grasped at her sweater, the noises coming out of already more than your fake ones. Her hand cupped your chin, brining your gaze back to hers, “but only if you want it.”

“I do.” You barely got the words out before launching against her, your lips crashing against hers with ferocity.

Your hands moved swiftly, tugging at every inch of fabric covering the others skin before you dropped into Rita’s lap on the bed. Your hands trailed up her sides, cupping her chest, a groan escaping your lips as her mouth wrapped around one of yours, whining at the feel of her teeth scraping against your nipple. Your hand dug into the roots of her hair, pulling tightly resulting in a moan from the other woman as you felt a hand trail down your body, toying with the hem of your panties. You managed to pull yourself away from her glorious mouth, barely able to clamber off her lap,

“Wait…” She gave you a confused look as you nearly stumbled to your closet, digging through a few piles before you returned with a shoebox, “help yourself.” You smirked, dropping into her lap again.

“You keep sex toys at your parent’s house?” She teased.

“My family’s stressful!” You swatted at her shoulder, “and this is the easiest way to beat stress.” Rita kissed you softly, though nearly sucking the sass out of you as you chased her lips when she pulled away.

“Well, I can help you with that darling…” You watched as one of her hands dug through the limited box for a moment before the other gently closed around your jaw, redirecting your attention to her face, “eyes here.”

A smirk splayed across your lips as the two of you continued to play for power, your lips kissing down her jaw, teeth gently biting across her neck, relishing in the soft whimpers she let out before her free hand shoved down your panties.

“You better be good for me..” Rita’s lips pecked soft kisses across your chest, your cheeks your lips, you could barely contain yourself, the tantalizing feeling of her hands tracing along your bare skin torturing you before her hand finally fell between your legs.

You practically buried yourself into her shoulder as her hand cupped your heat, a groan louder than you expected leaving your lips as the tips of her fingers ever so slowly swiped throug your folds. You nearly shuddered against her as she circled your clit with your juices, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck, thrusting your hips toward her hand.

“So needy sweetheart…” she murmured, nipping at your earlobe, “you want to fuck my fingers?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, probably too quickly, “yes please.”

“All you had to do was ask darling.” Rita’s lips softly hit your shoulder as her fingers delved into your folds again. A solo digit sunk into your heat, the two of you both groaning at the feeling. You were lost in a sense of euphoria as Rita slowly began to plunge in and out of you, easily adding a second digit, curling to hit the spongey spot inside of you.

She on the other hand felt your breath picking up at the feeling of your pussy clenching around her, the sounds you were making ever so clear that you were having the time of your fucking life with simply two fingers. You started to lift your hips up, rolling them back down against her hand while you braced yourself on her shoulders, your pace increasing while your nails dug into her skin more and your moans increased volume. At this point you weren’t thinking about anything but how wonderful Rita’s hand felt against you, how badly you wanted to make her feel the same.

A loud gasp left your lips as you realized what she’d grabbed from the toy box, a small vibe that fit as a ring wrapped around her thumb . Though the vibe itself wasn’t what was doing it, it was the way she moved it on your clit, rotating positions and patterns as her fingers continued to pump inside of you, her mouth swallowing as many of your yelps as she could, her own groans escaping as you found your teeth burning into her skin. You shuddered heavily against her, doing your best to muffle your cries into her shoulder as you jolted away from the vibe. You felt the fire within you burst like never before, a rush of juices practically shooting from your cunt.

It took a few moments, Rita letting you calm down before she pulled her fingers from you. Your hand shot out, grasping her wrist in your hand, bringing her dripping fingers to your lips, your eyes not straying from hers as you sucked them clean.

With barely a second to think, you battled for dominance, flipping Rita fully onto the bed, tugging her pants down as you crawled down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in your wake. You nippled heavily at her inner thigh, she nearly swatted at your hand before your tongue swiped through her pussy. You sunk yourself in faster than you could imagine, sucking out the juices easily, smirking against her at the fact that getting you off turned her on this much. Your mouth fucked her with ease, grinning as the soft moans she let out, the way her hands clenched into your hair. You moved your lips up to her clit, knowing it wouldn’t take long now, tongue flicking against the swollen nub as you slipped a finger in, curling just where she needed it. Rita let out the best of a quiet yelp as her thighs quaked around you, her breath panting heavily. You softly kissed her thigh, trailing yourself up her body until you collapsed beside her, kissing her shoulder softly, humming in appreciation as her lips hit your head.

“Safe to say I have no complaints about this Christmas.” Rita laughed at your remark, curling around your body.

“Neither do I.” Her lips hit your bare shoulder softly before you bid each other good night, easily drifting off.

You awoke the next morning to the feeling of tingling up and down your side, the touch trailing down your waist, your hips nearly rolling at the ghost of a touch. When you felt the arm around you, rolling you to face them, you remembered, cracking your eyes open at Rita, a smirk on her face as her hands traced your still naked form.

“Morning.” You murmured, she smiled back at you, pecking you gently.

“I’d hoped I’d get to wake you up with this.”

“Hmm..” your hands buried into her hair as her lips traced a path down your body, “With wha-“ You were suddenly cut off at the feel of her mouth against your lower lips. You couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth, holy shit did she know what she was doing. Rita’s tongue swiped through your cunt, lapping at your juices, her lips wrapping around your clit as her fingers toyed with your g spot. Your whimpers did their best to stay quiet as your hips thrusted up, doing your best to keep from fucking her face. You felt electrified, the coil in you building faster than ever, your hips shot up off the bed, your free hand clamping over your mouth as your practically shrieked against it. Your body vibrating on the mattress, Rita gave a soft kiss to your stomach before dropping on the bed beside you.

“Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” You laughed, smacking her hip, still unable to form words, taking a few more minutes of heaving breath before you spoke.

“Fuck Rita….” You rolled your head to face her, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“So I hear.” You both laughed at her response. You slowly sat up, crossing to the window as you pulled the curtains back.

“Looks like it’s mainly melted. You wanna shower here or just head back to the city?”

“I know how much you want to get out of here, let’s go.”

“And this is why you’re my favourite.” You laughed, kissing her cheek quickly while the two of you moved throughout the room, tossing each other clothes until you were fully dressed.

You half jogged down the stairs, collecting everything you needed. Rita thanked your parents again for having her before they disappeared to the family room. You plucked a fresh pop tart straight out of Patrick’s hand yelling something about a happy new year while he turned towards the door,

“Doesn’t your girlfriend want breakfast?” He shot to back to you.

“Oh I already ate, don’t worry about it.” She smirked in response.

Confusion took over your brother’s face in the time it took the two of you to dart out of the house, laughing at what you knew would be his reaction.

Christmas this year certainly was a successful one, even if it was unconventional.

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