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The Nanny

꧁ Two Months Later ꧂

When Soarynn was six years old, she learned that this world had no place for women aspiring to be anything more than trophies.

She had been at school when she said that she wanted to be a Peacekeeper, a job that she now would never want to do but six-year-old Soarynn Nightingale was infatuated by their uniforms, by the authority they held in the public eye.

Her teacher, Mrs. Knowitall, had been swift to shut down any dreams of her becoming a Peacekeeper and instead encouraged her to think about a beautiful future where she'd be blessed with little ones running around. And Soarynn hadn't been too happy about that, she even brought it up to her father who sadly told her that it was simply the world they lived in. Sure, women could work, they could be like Tigris and open up their own shops and businesses but they'd always be undermined and always have to work twice as hard to achieve the same outcome.

Soarynn despises that ugly truth.

It's sometimes hard for her to believe such a statement, especially when she sees women like Eudora practically running the show, telling Coriolanus what to do and where to go. Without women, the world would cease to function.

But Soarynn isn't just a woman, no, she's a nanny for the most important children in the world and two of them just so happen to be little girls. Little girls who she knows could easily take over the world if they wanted to.

They're certainly giving their riding instructor a run for his money right now.

Christmas morning was a blur of excited shrieks and presents being ripped open. The girls had woken Soarynn up at a crisp five o'clock in the morning and then quickly followed suit with their father who was also dragged out of bed. Soarynn had never seen Coriolanus look so...unprofessional. Dressed in his own pajamas, with tangled curls, and sleepy eyes as his children dragged him downstairs and into one of the many living rooms they had.

Soarynn had been tasked with waking up Caspian and bringing him downstairs to join the rest of the Snow family who were eagerly anticipating her arrival. Once she and Caspian sat down, the girls ripped into all of their presents, gasping and smiling at all the gifts they received from family and friends. Soarynn helped Caspian open his presents, one of which included a new stuffed animal, a teddy bear that he was now obsessed with.

Soarynn and Coriolanus sat on the sofa while watching the children open all of their presents and it had felt so...domestic. Like this could be a new reality for them.

Soarynn and Eudora had made sure to get Coriolanus a few gifts since he was in fact their employer and the President of Panem. But to her surprise, Coriolanus had gotten her a gift as well.

A gold necklace with a rose pendant.

Soarynn hadn't known what to say, she didn't expect a gift from him and certainly not such a token of affection. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way he watched her with the children while they dug through their stockings. It gave her hope but also fear.

Both powerful things to feel and experience.

After reading his little letter, Soarynn and Coriolanus operated on thin ice. Stolen glances, brief unnecessary touches that sent shivers down her spine, words of kindness that reached beneath the surface. Soarynn didn't know what he felt for her but she knew herself well enough to know that she was slowly falling for Coriolanus Snow.

But was he falling for her too?

They hadn't kissed since she had what she could only call a panic attack mixed with a bit of post-traumatic stress from being kidnapped. They had fallen into a familiar rhythm of quick touches, the brushing of hands at the breakfast table, placing a hand on her shoulder when she would get out of the car, a hand on her back when he'd need to get behind her.

Coriolanus Snow was calculated in his touches and it drove Soarynn mad.

She didn't know if she wanted him to stop altogether or pin her against the wall and kiss her silly.

But it was all up to her. Whatever she wanted, he would do and she secretly hated that he had given her all the power and control as to what they could become.

For once, a woman held the power.

"Don't hold the reigns so tightly Miss Snow," the instructor says, nervously running alongside Ceraphina as she and her horse trot along the paddock.

After they had opened all their Christmas gifts and enjoyed a nice breakfast, Soarynn had gotten herself and all the children dressed to go outside for one more surprise. The horse.

The girls had been so excited, jumping up and down, hugging Soarynn, hugging Coriolanus, hugging each other. Caspian didn't seem to be too impressed by the horse but Soarynn had learned that Caspian was a man of few outward emotions. Including happiness.

The girls immediately named their white horse Snowflake, not to anyone's surprise considering that he was white as snow. Snowflake was their new obsession, every day they wanted to go outside to see him. Soarynn made sure that they kept him brushed and fed, teaching them important lessons about caring for an animal as big as Snowflake.

They got lucky with Snowflake because he was so very sweet with all the children, endlessly patient even when they tugged on his ears or ran in front of him. Eudora, a constant voice of reason had been nervous that he might kick one of the children or someone might fall off the saddle and get hurt but Soarynn was always with the children and she felt they were safe.

Coriolanus had hired a riding instructor so that the girls could properly learn how to ride and they were giving their instructor a run for his money.

"I'm not holding them tightly," Ceraphina argues as she bounces on the saddle, tightening her grip on the reigns. Soarynn chuckles and shakes her head, "Ceraphina darling, listen to Mr. Chiron." Ceraphina is so similar to her father, not wanting to be told how to do a single thing even if what they're doing is incorrect.

The only person that Soarynn has seen sternly correct Coriolanus is Eudora Trinket. She's witnessed one too many hand slaps from Eudora whenever Coriolanus would go to grab something.

"I am listening."

Caspian rests his hand on the wooden fence surrounding the stables, "No listen," he mumbles, resting his head on Soarynn's shoulder. She smiles, Caspian hasn't ever been the most outspoken Snow child, but she wonders if he might become one when he's older. In a way, she wishes he could stay this little for the rest of their lives, so sweet and clingy.

Celeste runs behind Ceraphina and Snowflake, her little curls peeking out from under her riding helmet, "It's my turn soon! Right, Mr. Chiron?" Mr. Chiron pales at the thought of having to switch the girls out but he nods either way, "Yes Miss Celeste, it will be your turn soon," he confirms.

The girls have been...struggling to share Snowflake. Well, struggling to take turns riding him. And brushing him, and feeding him. This might have backfired on Soarynn more than she expected.

Oh well, they'll learn eventually.

꧁ ꧂

When they come back inside from their riding lessons, the girls run straight for the kitchen for a snack. Soarynn is feeling quite hungry herself and she knows Caspian always gets peckish right before his nap. So when she walks into the massive kitchen and finds Coriolanus Snow inside, she's shocked, to say the least.

"Daddy! Daddy, we went riding did you see us?"

Coriolanus appears to be eating a block of cheese which leads Soarynn to form a series of questions but she asks none, "I did see you riding," he answers, "I also saw you two fighting over who got to brush Snowflake." The girls don't even try to look guilty and Coriolanus gives them a knowing look, "You know, Snowflake was supposed to teach you how to share, not give you more reasons to fight. If these arguments continue then Snowflake might have to go away."

The girls gasp at the threat and Soarynn suppresses a smile when they immediately begin spitting out their own threats, backfiring on Coriolanus immediately. He holds his hands up in defense, backing into one of the large islands in the middle of the kitchen, "I'm just saying it could happen," he says, almost dropping his cheese.

His eyes dart to Soarynn and she feels caught even though she's doing nothing wrong, "Why the block of cheese?" She finally asks, noting the large bite marks taken out of it. Do they have a mouse problem? Or worse, a rat problem? If so, Eudora will be the first one out of here.

Coriolanus sighs and places the cheese on the counter, "It appears that our entire kitchen staff caught the flu." Soarynn's eyes widen in surprise, they had breakfast this morning so she can't imagine what happened between this morning and right now.

"We ordered in breakfast," he grumbles, "from one of our favorite restaurants but we're stranded for lunch." Soarynn has to hold in a laugh, "You're telling me that you don't know how to cook? At twenty-six years old you can't cook?"

The girls look up at their father expectantly and he scoffs, turning red in the face, "I...I have a country to run," he argues, "and since becoming President, I have always had a highly trained staff ready to cook whatever me or my children might need." Soarynn smirks, tilting her head, "Except for today," she points out.

She's never seen Coriolanus so flustered but it's rather adorable. He's so helpless in the kitchen and she for once, feels like she has the upper hand. He's always so confident, so cocky, and arrogant in everything he does, knowing everything before she knows it herself.

He presses his lips into a thin line, "Yes, except for today," he agrees.

Soarynn looks at the cheese, "And you resorted to eating an entire block of cheese?" Celeste clings to her father's leg, leaning all the way back, "Are you a mouse, Daddy? Eudora has mice and they eat cheese." Coriolanus rests a hand on Celeste's head, "No darling, I'm not a mouse...or a chef," he grumbles the last part.

Soarynn contains her glee as she carefully sets Caspian down on the floor, which earns her a pout of protest but it's soon resolved when Ceraphina offers him her hand to hold, "I can cook," Soarynn says, "it won't be anything compared to what you're used to though."

Coriolanus lets out a sigh of relief, crisis averted, "Thank you. I think a simple sandwich with soup will be satisfactory." Soarynn hums, giving the children a sweet smile, "Why don't you all go find Eudora? I'm sure she'd love your company." The girls scamper out of the kitchen, a more reluctant Caspian in tow, only giving Soarynn and Coriolanus one glance before the swinging door closes behind him.

Soarynn brushes her hair behind her ears, scanning the kitchen to see what tools lie within her reach. She hasn't cooked in a long time but she knows how to cook and that's more than what Coriolanus knows. She walks over to the industrial-sized refrigerator pulling open the heavy doors to see what's inside.

She's met with every type of produce one could need along with all sorts of meats, kinds of milk, and other liquids. They could feed an entire District with all of this food. Soarynn starts grabbing different things, a tomato, some meats, some sauces. She carries it all to one of the large kitchen islands and then begins looking for the bread.

She notices Coriolanus watching her as she walks around the kitchen but she doesn't comment on it. She's a woman on a mission. She finds the bread tucked away in one of the cupboards along with several cans of different types of soups. The Capitol is known for having a wide variety of everything and their soups are superb. She grabs the lamb stew one, knowing how much the girls like it.

Once she's gathered all her ingredients, Soarynn starts opening every drawer in the kitchen in search of some cutlery, "You wouldn't happen to know where they store the knives would you?" She asks while crouching down to open another cabinet. She hears Coriolanus shuffling around the kitchen, she wonders if he's ever actually been in here before.

"Oh never mind," she says, settling her sights on an impressive set of knives, "I found them." Soarynn grabs the entire case of kitchen knives, carefully setting it down and opening it. Some of these knives look like they could cut an arm off, let alone a tomato but she supposes that it's better than a butter knife. Soarynn watches Coriolanus awkwardly stand on the other side of the counter, unsure of what to do for once. "Could you please find me an apron?" She asks sweetly, enjoying the way his throat bobs.

Coriolanus nods, walking over to what must be the large walk-in pantry and he disappears from her view. Soarynn uses this time to lay out all her ingredients and figure out how to turn on the stove. It's a bit tricky with so many knobs but she can only imagine how many people the kitchen staff feed on a daily basis. She finally hears the familiar click and sees a small flame ignite. She opens the cabinet below the stove and finds tons of pots and pans, all ranging from small to large.

Soarynn grabs a medium-sized pot and sets it on the stove burner. "I think this one might fit you." She turns around at that deep voice she's grown so used to and is pleased to see that Coriolanus managed to find an apron for her. She wouldn't want to stain her clothes. She gingerly takes it from his hands and offers him a smile, "Thank you." He nods, his blue eyes dart from her face to her neck and she instinctively reaches up to touch the necklace he gifted her.

It really is a beautiful piece of jewelry and she's found herself reaching for it more than usual. "Help me put it on?" She asks, her voice a little bit shaky. She hasn't done anything with Coriolanus since that terrible night but it's been long enough and Soarynn is starting to go a bit feral if she's being honest. The lack of his touch has driven her to a breaking point and his eating a block of cheese has sent her over the edge.

Coriolanus grunts, "Of course."

It's a terribly intimate moment between them, every move loaded with tension. His hand brushing her hair away from her neck, Soarynn tilting her head back while he slips the apron over her head, his hands resting on her back before he begins to tie the apron.

"All done," he says softly.

Soarynn draws in a shaky breath and slowly turns around to face Coriolanus which is a daunting task where she's concerned. He's already looking down at her, making her feel as if maybe this isn't a one-sided thing, something she's been romanticizing in her head the entire time.

"All done," she repeats, her voice barely a whisper.

His eyes flit down to her lips for a second and Soarynn rests her hands on his broad shoulders, apron the soup long forgotten. It all happens so quickly after that, after her touch ignites something within him that he's been holding back.

Coriolanus crashes his lips against hers and Soarynn sighs into the kiss. He rests his hands on her waist, wrapping his long fingers around it before he picks her up. Soarynn squeals at his display of strength, he's always looked so strong but he feels strong too. He effortlessly carries her over to the island, his lips never leaving hers and Soarynn wraps her legs around his torso for more support.

It's a desperate, primal moment shared between the two of them.

Coriolanus gently sets her down on the island, his hands never leaving her body while he continues to kiss her, their lips moving in a synchronized pattern. They've both been waiting for this it seems.

Soarynn's hands slide up his neck and into his hair, feeling how soft his curls are. She's probably going to ruin how he styled it but neither of them cares in the moment. He slides his hands down her back, resting them on the smallest part of her waist before he gently leans her backward, making her lie down on the cool marble counter. With Coriolanus looming over her, it almost feels like they're doing this in the bedroom, doing this properly. Soarynn lets out a soft moan when his teeth nip at her bottom lip and she slides a hand down his hand and under his shirt, gently grazing his skin with her nails.

Coriolanus groans at the sensation, resting one of his large hands right by her face for stability while the other remains on her waist.

She can feel his fingers slipping under her shirt and she wonders which direction they'll go. Up or down?

Just as she's about to find out, Soarynn hears the small patter of little feet approaching the kitchen. She gasps and her eyes fly open, "Soarynn we're hungry!"

The two of them are scrambling off of the counter and each other in seconds, fussing with their appearances and doing their very best not to look guilty.

They settle down just as the kitchen door swings open and Ceraphina steps inside, hands on her hips, "And Caspian doesn't want tomatoes on his sandwich." Soarynn nods, brushing her hair behind her ears, "I know," she replies, giving Ceraphina a tight-lipped smile. Ceraphina looks at her ruffled appearance and at her father who's standing very close to Soarynn, too close for this to be considered professional.

"It's hot in here," she finally says.

Coriolanus clears his throat, pulling at the collar of his shirt, "It is? We didn't notice darling, perhaps you should go back to playing with your brother and sister." Ceraphina narrows her eyes at his words and Soarynn silently waits for her to put the pieces together. Ceraphina is as smart as Coriolanus, even if he won't admit it.

"Right," is all she says before turning on her heel, giving the adults one last look as the door swings shut behind her.

Both Soarynn and Coriolanus let out a sigh of relief. "That was close," he mumbles, carding a hand through his now tussled curls. Soarynn sighs, "Too close. We can't...we can't do that again," she tells him softly. Coriolanus furrows his eyebrows, stepping towards her until they're toe-to-toe, "Why not? Did I hurt you again? Did I pres-"

"You never hurt me the first time," she tells him, putting an end to any negative thoughts he might be harboring, "I just...I don't want the children to see us like that. We're adults and we must act like it even if we have our own wants and needs."

Coriolanus frowns, bringing up a hand to cup her face. Soarynn melts into his touch, feeling as if everything will now be taken care of, "I don't like sneaking around," he admits, his eyes flickering with boyish charm, "even though I've seen how it riles you up." Soarynn scoffs, shoving his hand away after that added comment, "Nothing riles me up," she argues.

Coriolanus tilts his head, that smirk quickly growing on his lips, "No? So all these stolen glances and quick touches haven't affected you whatsoever?"

Is she that obvious?

Soarynn shakes her head, pushing a face of indifference to the surface, "Not at all," she lies. Coriolanus scoffs a laugh and leans against the countertop, "You're a terrible liar Soarynn," he tells her, arrogance and cockiness in his tone, "you want me as bad as I want you."

Soarynn rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the lunch she should've been making this entire time, "Keep telling yourself that," she replies. When a hand slides across her stomach, pulling her against him, "You know, I have a certain hatred for people who lie to me," he whispers in her ear, his voice deep and husky, shooting straight to her core.

Soarynn swallows, her hands shaking no matter how hard she tries to steady them, "Well I'm telling the truth," she lies, trying to pry his arm off of her. It's futile, he's much stronger than her, not to mention bigger than her. His teeth nip at her ear and Soarynn's eyes nearly roll back, "We...we need to remain civil," she manages to get out, bracing herself against the counter, "we're no good to each other if we can't even be in the same room without this happening."

"What's wrong with this?"

Soarynn scoffs, throwing her entire body weight back into him, earning her a shout of surprise as Coriolanus falls back onto the floor, his presence disappearing from behind her, "It's unprofessional," she states turning to look down at him on the floor as he glares up at her. "We're acting like school children," she continues, watching Coriolanus dust himself off, "we're both at work right now and we're acting very unprofessional. If you want to do things like this, then you'll have to make time for it outside of work."

A puzzled look crosses his face, Soarynn doubts he's ever been told what to do by a woman, not even Livia. He's never had to try.

"Outside of work?" He repeats, his voice less cocky and more...willing to learn. Soarynn hums, wiping her hands on her apron and reaching out to help him up, "Yes. We should actually get to know each other outside of work. If we never leave this house then we'll never know if this is real or if we're simply attracted to one another due to close proximity."

When she attended the Academy, Soarynn learned the hard way when it came to being forced to share the same classes with the same boys. Boys who would've never been remotely attractive to her became knights in shining armor after a few months all because they were the only options. It never ended well.

Coriolanus takes her hand, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her down with him. Soarynn yelps as she falls down into his lap, completely caught off guard. His hands rest on her hips and this feels very...flirtatious. Soarynn squirms in his hold but Coriolanus is stronger than her and more determined. He's very competitive, "So you want me to take you out on a date then?"

Soarynn pales at the thought of being publically seen with Coriolanus, just the two of them. It's bound to spark up rumors and she'd be on her own to deal with them. "I...I don't think that would be a good idea," she whispers. Coriolanus furrows his eyebrows and now that she's so close to him she can see how long his eyelashes are.

Why are men always blessed with long luscious lashes?

"Why not?"

Soarynn shrugs, "People would see us, they'd make up rumors about me and how I'm sleeping with you to get promoted or something like that. People love to talk about you but you're more important than I am, they'd drag my family name through the mud." Soarynn isn't a very defensive person but when it comes to her family name, she doesn't play around. She's the last Nightingale alive and she intends on making her family lineage proud.

He frowns but still looks so very handsome even when in distress, "But you're not," he says softly, his fingers dragging up and down her side, "in fact, you're making it very difficult for me to show just how much I want you." They both chuckle but the truth still lies between them. Soarynn rests a hand on his cheek, "I'm a woman," she tells him, "I'll never be equal to a man and I'll certainly never compare to a man like you. They'll write me off the second they see us together."

She can see the conflict in his eyes, how upset her words make him even though she's right, she'll always be seen as below him in the eyes of men. "I've been lusted after before," she reminds him, thinking back to Festus and District Four, "how am I to believe that you don't wish for a more successful outcome?"

Coriolanus is quick to shake his head and he leans forward, shifting her weight in his lap, "If I wanted a quick fuck then don't you think I'd already take what I wanted?" His words are crass but they do strike a chord within Soarynn, "I would never force a woman to be with me," he tells her, "but I have no shortage of admirers in the Capitol now that Livia is gone. If it's a display of affection that you want, then you shall have it."

Soarynn doesn't know what that means and she's a little nervous to find out. She's never been one for grand gestures, not when she already has everything she needs.

But when she looks into his eyes, she has hope that there might be something left in this world that is not yet in her possession.

She'll just have to wait and see.

꧁ ꧂

꧁ Five Days Later ꧂

"How about this one?"

Soarynn looks over her shoulder at the dress Ceraphina and Celeste are struggling to hold up, it's a ballgown and it's very big. She shakes her head, "I don't think so." Both girls drop the dress with a relieved sigh, "It would make you look like a princess," Celeste offers, swaying back and forth on her heels. Soarynn shakes her head again, this time offering Celeste a sweet smile to soften the blow, "We're going to dinner darling so it'll have to be something less...big."

Soarynn is going on a date tonight.

With Coriolanus Snow.

After their little moment in the kitchen, they had collected themselves and Soarynn made lunch for the family, thoughts of Coriolanus Snow's touch lingering in the back of her mind the entire time.

The next day she had received another one of his letters, formally asking if she would have dinner with him. Soarynn had expected a lot of things from Coriolanus but she hadn't expected him to actually take her out on a proper, public date.

She had debated telling the girls but they spent every waking minute with each other and Coriolanus said it was fine. The girls nearly lost their minds.

Wedding bells were already playing in their heads, she could see it clear as day and that worried her. Suppose she and Coriolanus found out that they truly have nothing in common, then what?

She didn't want to deal with her broken heart, let alone two more belonging to very little girls who happened to be related to said heartbreaker.

It's so fucking complicated.

"Maybe something blue," she suggests and the girls pick themselves off of the floor and run back into her closet. She turns her attention back to the mirror, two sets of eyes staring into the reflection, "Are you getting sleepy?" She asks Caspian, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Caspian had requested to sit in her lap while she did her makeup and she could hardly deny him of such a thing. Not when she's going to miss bedtime with the children.

Missing bedtime goes against everything Soarynn stands for. It's a routine that she knows like the back of her hand. She knows what soap to use in the bath, what pajamas the girls like, and what songs Caspian likes to hear. To leave them abandoned breaks her heart. Even though Eudora will be taking over for tonight, she still feels terribly guilty.

"Lenny," Caspian says with a pout. Lenny is currently being washed because someone spilled orange juice on him this morning during breakfast. It caused quite the commotion. Never mind the fact that Caspian has about one million other stuffed animals to choose from. And his beloved teddy bear, which he got from Christmas, has already lost its new appeal.

"Lenny will join you after bathtime," Soarynn promises, dabbing a bit more blush onto her cheeks. She doesn't want to look like she's trying too hard, not when she literally sees Coriolanus every single day. But it's important to put forth effort.

Soarynn takes in her appearance, checking for any flaws that she might be able to fix. She went light with her makeup today, remembering how Coriolanus had commented on her freckles when she was barefaced. "We found one!" She turns her attention back to the girls who drag out another dress, this one is light blue and looks much more appropriate for tonight than the other one.

"Oh it's perfect darlings," she tells them, reaching out to feel the silky fabric between her fingers. The girls smile proudly at their accomplishment, "It matches your eyes," Ceraphina tells her. It does indeed match Soarynn's eye color, blue and gray, a cloudy blue.

"Are you and Daddy gonna get married?" Soarynn's eyes double in size from that question, "I don't think he's thought that far ahead darling," Soarynn replies, setting down her makeup brush, "neither have I for that matter."

Soarynn knows how it goes in their society, a man has to gift his last name to a woman, simple as that. Soarynn can love Coriolanus all she wants, but unless he gifts her his last name, she's nothing, no one. Just the nanny.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn and the girls make their way towards the grand staircase, Caspian hugged to her hip like always, his head nuzzled under her chin. "Will you wake us up when you come back?" Celeste asks, skipping alongside Soarynn who shakes her head, "I can tell you all about it in the morning," she promises. "And you must be good for Eudora, it's very gracious of her to look after you all tonight so your father and I can go have dinner."

Both girls smile sweetly at Soarynn, too sweetly in her opinion, "We will be angels," Ceraphina promises which only makes Soarynn doubt them even more. "I'll hold you to that," Soarynn says, crouching down and extending her pinky. Both girls latch their tiny pinkies around hers and they all nod, "Pinky promise."

Soarynn feels a little better now that they pinky promised but only time will tell. They slowly walk down the stairs, or well, Soarynn slowly walks down the stairs while the girls dart down the stairs to greet Eudora who's standing in the foyer, binder in hand. "Eudora! Eudora we get to have dinner together!" Eudora raises her perfectly groomed eyebrows and drums her fingers against her binder, "Yes we do, and I expect there to be no lapses in our schedule tonight girls, we must stay on schedule."

Ceraphina tilts her head, holding her thumb and index finger about an inch apart, "How about this much off schedule?" Eudora visibly pales at the thought of them going off schedule and Soarynn is quick to intervene, "Everything will go smoothly tonight," she says, more to the girls than to Eudora. "And thank you Eudora," she adds, giving the older woman a kind smile, "I truly do appreciate it."

Eudora waves her off, resting a hand on Ceraphina's head, "It's no trouble at all dear, you deserve a night out and goodness knows that Coriolanus needs to put himself back out there."

Both girls nod at her statement, "Daddy needs to fall in love again," Celeste says matter-of-factly. Soarynn feels more nerves bubbling to the surface from that statement, if Coriolanus never loved Livia, then is he even capable of loving another woman?

She'll have to find out tonight.

Eudora hums, "He certainly needs to stop locking himself away in that study." Soarynn sets Caspian down on the floor, not liking where this conversation is going, "Yes, well, I'd better go down to his study so we can leave."

Caspian tugs on Soarynn's dress, "Momma stay."

Soarynn might have to cancel on this date.

She crouches down which is quite difficult in this dress but well worth it for Caspian who rests a hand on Soarynn's cheek, "I'll come back Cas," she promises, "I always come back."

He doesn't look too convinced.

"When I come back I can sing you as many songs as you want."

That seems to do the trick.

Caspian gives her a determined nod, "Okay." Soarynn smiles taking his small hand in hers and pressing a kiss to it, "Okay then. You can be my big boy until then." It truly does break her heart to say goodbye to the children, even though she's coming back. When you spend every waking moment with someone, parting is such sweet sorrow.

Eudora holds out her hand to Caspian who reluctantly takes it, pouting up at Soarynn who's cursing Coriolanus Snow for making such sweet children who make it so hard to say goodbye. "Actually dear," Eudora starts, "Coriolanus will meet you there. He got caught up in a meeting but he sent a car for you."

Soarynn wonders if she should feel upset.

It's not like she's been stood up but effort matters to her and Coriolanus promised in his letter that he'd be done with work in time for them to leave together.

She'll have to chew him out about that later. For now, she presses a smile onto her lips and hums, "Well I better get going then. I'll see you all tomorrow morning my loves." She gives each child one more hug goodbye, trying to ignore the oh-so-hopeful faces the girls give her. She knows they need a mother, but can she be one?

꧁ ꧂

The drive to the restaurant might be the most nerve-wracking thing Soarynn has ever experienced.

She doesn't even know where they're going, Coriolanus had only told her to dress nice and that he'd take care of the rest. And as a slight control freak, Soarynn finds it very hard to just trust him blindly. She nervously drums her fingers against the tinted windows, watching the dark Capitol streets blur by. She didn't realize how little she left the Mansion until now. How long has it been since she's had a night out on the town?

At least she's allowed to take the children out on little adventures again. Her injuries finally faded and she was given permission to take the Snow children to their favorite places such as the zoo, the park, and the planetarium.

They were all going a little stir crazy so it was nice to be out and about again.

Soarynn watches the driver turn onto one of the busiest streets in the city, a street known for its expensive dining options. She can see a small crowd outside of one of the restaurants and secretly prays that it's not the one they're eating at tonight.

The car comes to a slow stop in front of the crowded restaurant.

Of course, it does, she thinks to herself.

The driver gets out but instead of opening the door for her, he disappears into the restaurant, leaving Soarynn alone and confused. Was she supposed to get out herself? Was this the wrong place?

More people start to gather around the car, making her more and more anxious although none of them attempt to look inside the car windows, instead, they crane their necks to get a glance of who's inside the restaurant.

Soarynn picks at her cuticles, a nasty habit she's tried to drop many times but it always flares back up in moments like this. A moment later, she hears many gasps, shouts, and even cheers as the crowd thickens near the restaurant doors. She watches people begin to part down the middle for two Peacekeepers instructing people to stand back. The crowd to their credit, do as they're told but are unable to withhold their excitement when Coriolanus Snow steps out into the cold winter night.

Soarynn has to force her jaw to stay shut as he strides toward the car, not paying any mind to his loyal citizens calling out his name in an adoring fashion. Soarynn worries her bottom lip between her teeth when he goes to open the car door. Is he really doing this? Is she really doing this?

The car door opens and she's not given a second to think about anything else but him and how handsome he looks as he gazes down at her. Soarynn feels her lips curl into a smile when he holds out his hand to her and she gladly takes it, gracefully stepping out of the car.

Pandemonium ensues.

People are clamoring to get a look at the woman on Coriolanus Snow's arm. Cameras are flashing, and people are shoving and yelling while Coriolanus and Soarynn make their way into the restaurant. Soarynn curls further into him when one photographer tries to get his camera right in her face. She watches one of the Peacekeepers grab the camera and escort the man off the premises.

The second they're safely inside the restaurant, the doors close behind them and it's so wonderfully quiet, the soft piano music and chatter are gladly welcomed by Soarynn who's never experienced something like that before, not even with the children.

A chipper-looking hostess gives them both a gracious smile and nods for them to follow her, "Your private room is right this way." Soarynn didn't think they'd be eating privately but it made sense considering how difficult it was to walk through the front doors.

Soarynn can't help but stare up at Coriolanus as they follow the hostess, he looks so handsome, so in charge. And he smells so good, so manly. It's like she doesn't even have to think about anything because he'll make sure everything is taken care of for her. She's so infatuated by his presence that she doesn't even realize that they've arrived at their private room until he finally looks down at her, a smile on his lips, cocky like always, "Like what you see?"

Soarynn feels so parched all of a sudden, "I'm thirsty."

Coriolanus chuckles, unwrapping his arm from her waist, "Well we have every drink you could think of at the bar."

Soarynn finally looks around the large room that will be theirs tonight and she's very impressed. Not only does it have a large dining table, but it also has a private bar, sitting area, and a billiard table as well.

He's outdone himself tonight but Soarynn plans on keeping him on his toes.

"I thought you'd be coming with me," she says, following him to the bar. Coriolanus gives her a guilty look from over his shoulder, stopping once they reach the bar where a bartender is already preparing a drink. "I did too," he admits, scratching the back of his neck, "but my meetings ran longer than expected and then there was a shipping issue in District Sev-"

"I understand," Soarynn cuts him off, leaning against the bar, "you have priorities, things that come first."

Coriolanus frowns, "You say that like you aren't a priority to me." Soarynn tilts her head, offering him a sweet smile, "Am I? I haven't heard you tell me otherwise. As far as I know, I'm just a girl you had driven here, tossed into your lap really. Goodness knows what everyone's saying about us."

She can see the panic in his eyes at the realization that Soarynn Nightingale does not like being an afterthought. Coriolanus reaches out and takes her hand, intertwining his long fingers with hers, "Darling," he starts and Soarynn can feel her heart beat a little faster at the petname, "what people choose to say about us is their business, not ours. And you know that your comfort and safety is a priority to me, I wanted to take the safest route possible."

Soarynn stares down at their intertwined hands, he touches her so casually while in the presence of an employee, as if this bartender doesn't even exist. She wonders if the staff are required to sign agreements to honor his privacy. "But am I a priority?" She asks, her blue-gray eyes finally staring into his deep blue ones, "Am I of value to you? Not my safety nor my comfort but my own person. Or did you invite me to dinner out of pity?"

His eyes reflect bewilderment mixed with something Soarynn could only consider desire, "I invited you to have dinner with me tonight because I intend on getting to know the real you Soarynn," he tells her, sliding his hand up her arm until it rests on her bare shoulder. In hindsight, wearing a strapless dress maybe wasn't the best choice but the girls had already dragged out half of her closet and the shade of blue truly compliments her eyes.

"And when this is over?" She whispers, "When we go back home and settle back into our routine then what?"

He gently pulls her towards him until they're toe-to-toe, something Soarynn is all too familiar with at this point when it comes to Coriolanus who seems to crave physical touch. A genuine smile graces his lips, no cockiness or arrogance to be found this time as he leans down until his lips hover above hers.

"Then I ask you for a second date."

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Soarynn never knew she liked wine so much until she drank about three glasses of it.

It's not like she even likes the taste of it as much as she likes how it makes her feel. Relaxed, at ease, silencing the buzzing noise in her head. It takes away the pressure of having a date with the President of Panem.

Tonight has truly surprised her. From the conversations to the food, Coriolanus Snow hasn't disappointed. After their hushed conversation at the bar, they settled in the sitting area for a while where they talked about the children, musing about how they'd turn out when they grew older. Coriolanus opened up about his own childhood, how his father was always stern and authoritative, giving his son no grace for any situation. His mother had tragically passed away while giving birth to his little sister who also passed away during the birth.

Soarynn had seen his eyes mist over with tears only for a second before he swiftly blinked them away and continued on about how he was trying to do better by his own children even though he'd suffered a similar fate when his own wife died. He spoke of Soarynn's family in high regard, recalling how welcoming the Nightingales were and how beautiful her mother was.

Soarynn found herself asking more and more questions about her own mother, desperate to learn more about what she was like before she also died during childbirth.

The two then bitterly discussed how similar their childhoods were when it came to their mothers, the only difference being that Soarynn survived the birth and carried the guilt with her every day.

Once the courses started being served, they made their way to the dining table where Soarynn feasted on the finest foods, all perfectly crafted to her liking. She and Coriolanus discussed more light-hearted topics such as attending the Academy, the different social circles they ran in, and how interesting it was that after all these years, they somehow managed to find each other.

An invisible string it seemed led them to this very moment.

Throughout dinner, Soarynn downed two more glasses of wine and became another version of herself, less formal and more of a giggling mess. Every single thing he said made her laugh which meant that every single thing he'd say was to make her laugh.

Soarynn had never seen this side of him before, so genuinely caring and effortlessly charming. She'd never seen this side of herself either, drunk and throwing societal norms out the window.

After dessert, Coriolanus suggested a dance and Soarynn could hardly decline although she did take her shoes off. It had felt so terribly intimate dancing with him which was really just the two of them swaying from side to side, his hands on her hips while she rested her cheek on his chest. It felt so good to be held that tenderly, with that much care and protection.

After the death of her father, Soarynn had worried about who in this world would protect her now. She'd almost grown paranoid of being taken advantage of. But in the arms of Coriolanus Snow, she felt safe and sound.

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It's past midnight when they get back from dinner.

Soarynn can't stop giggling while they stumble up the stairs, or well, while she stumbles up the stairs. Coriolanus seems to have a high alcohol tolerance whereas Soarynn has only really had champagne or posca.

Coriolanus grins down at her as she clings to his arm for support, "Remind me to never order you wine again." Soarynn giggles again, her foot catches on another step almost taking them both down, "I'm drunk," she whispers, resting one hand on the railing. Coriolanus chuckles and wraps his arm around her waist, "Yes you are darling."

She beams at the petname, her favorite thing to be called now that he's said it about a million times tonight. "What...what should I call you then?" She asks, her voice slightly slurred. They finally reach the top of the stairs and he gives her a curious and amused look, "Call me? I'd assume my name." Soarynn shakes her head and reaches up to cup his face with her hand, something she'd never do so brazenly if she were sober.

Drunk actions are often sober ideas.

"No," she says, "like a nickname, a...a petname. Something only for me." Once he understands her question he grins, sliding his hand up her back, "Only for you hmm?" When did his voice get so deep?

Soarynn would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't a little bit turned on by his deep voice which only gets deeper when he drinks apparently. She still nods though, determined to find the perfect name for him that can only belong to her, "Mhm."

Coriolanus uses his other hand to brush some of her hair out from her face, his fingers feel so hot against her skin, "Well I don't know darling, I think it's only fair that you come up with one for me if I came up with one for you." Soarynn pouts the same way Caspian does, why must he be so unfair? Coriolanus laughs at her pouting and is quick to remedy it by finally pressing a kiss to her lips.

Soarynn gasps and happily returns it, bringing her other hand to his curls. Coriolanus remained on his best behavior tonight despite the clear evidence that he wanted to press her against the nearest surface and kiss her silly. But it seems that all rules have officially been tossed out of the window and Soarynn doesn't mind in the slightest.

She softly moans when his hand gently wraps around her neck, applying a slight pressure that makes her even more lightheaded than she already is thanks to the wine. He uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, a new sensation that Soarynn welcomes wholeheartedly.

Her mind is running at a million miles a minute now that his hands are on her and Soarynn can only think of the next logical move which is why she goes for his belt. Coriolanus immediately pulls away from the kiss, earning him a whine from Soarynn while he softly chuckles, "You're drunk," he tells her, letting go of her neck so he can cradle her head in his large hand, "which means I won't touch you like that."

He's such a fucking gentleman until she doesn't want him to be.

"Please," she says, whine in her tone but she's so past caring, "it can be quick and I'll be quiet." Coriolanus laughs, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, "No you won't." Soarynn grumbles a few choice words as he wraps his arms around her in a loving embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, "You won't be quiet and you won't even remember how good I'd make you feel," he continues, doing nothing to help the ache in her core, "and I just can't have that darling."

Soarynn wants to bite him but she doesn't.

They stay like that for a while, engulfed in each other's arms and scents, "You smell like roses," she mumbles, nuzzling her nose against his jacket. Coriolanus draws different shapes on her bareback, leaving goosebumps wherever his fingers go, "You smell like vanilla. Since the day you walked into my study, it's always been vanilla."

Soarynn smiles even though he can't see her face, "Can I see the greenhouse? Like, the inside of it?" She pulls away enough so that she can properly look up at him, "Now?" He asks, sounding a bit doubtful of her motor skills. Soarynn rolls her eyes, something she would've never done a few months ago before all of this fell into place, "Another day," she decides, "I heard you have the prettiest roses."

He nods, holding her a bit tighter, "I like having pretty things."

Soarynn blushes, she's never been ugly, but she's often worried about people not caring about what lies below her surface. Coriolanus it seems, is all too familiar with that fear. "It's a date then," she decides, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It catches him by surprise, her initiating the kiss instead of him and he's quick to capture her lips in another passionate kiss.

Soarynn knows it's late, that she's going to wake up with a pounding headache and three children wanting to know about everything that happened tonight but she doesn't mind.

Because right now, wrapped in Coriolanus Snow's arms, she has all the time in the world.

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battymommastuff · 2 years ago

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The Loop [Heartaches by the Number]

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: Someone please make it stop. This had gone on for too long...

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: DARK THEMES AND DEATH

Who knew the quiet would make you so uncomfortable. You were used to it after all. Most of your nights were spent with you in the quiet, and alone. Today felt different, those stares that you got once you stepped out of the bathroom...it was odd. Especially the one you got from your husband. What is going on with them? Were they really not excited about breakfast? You always made it the same every year. Were they just lying to make you feel better? God, you hoped not. Maybe you should have let Alfred prepare the meal. Nevertheless, you were going to power through this morning.

While you were slicing the bacon, an odd sense of Deja Vu came over you. Of course, you've done this same thing every year...but why did it feel like you just did this? Thinking you were having a blank moment, you turned around to see if there was already sliced bacon. There wasn't. "Today is so strange." You muttered before you went back to the bacon.

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"We have nine hours until she dies again. That is...if this loop repeats again." Duke said, seeming to be the only one who is trying to plan. Bruce and Damian were stuck in their own worlds. The last two loops really destroyed both of them. Jason was busy taking his anger out on a punching bag, and Dick was glued to the cameras.

Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, and Tim were the only ones who were listening to what Duke had to say. "The first time was a public event, the second, she was out in public. The third she left Gotham. Each instance, she was in a spot that someone can get to her or sabotage a plane." Duke then pointed to the cliche, big red button by the BatComputer, "The obvious plan is to put her on lockdown. Keep anyone from getting to her. No place is safer than the Batcave."

Duke's plan seemed to reignite the dying hope that had filled the room. "That's genius. This place is like a fortress!" Tim said then high-fived Duke. Dick had now made his way over to the table and looked around at everyone.

"We spilt again. This is a good plan, but he can't guarantee that it'll work. Half of us will stay here with Mom, and half of us will continue our investigation." Dick then turned to Jason who was wiping some sweat with his t-shirt, "Jason, what did we get from the previous loop?"

"It's obviously something magical, and it's only affecting us. It all goes back to the fight with the League. Something happened during the fight, and now we are trapped. What were we doing before we woke up?" Jason pressed his hand to his forehead hoping to remember. Each loop always made things fuzzier as time went on. "CONSTANTINE!" He suddenly exclaimed then lifted his head up. "We were going to contact Constantine before we woke up. He might have some sort of clue.

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"A movie marathon? In the BatCave? Is Bruce alright with this?" You asked as you balanced a tray of eggs, and pancakes down the rocky steps to the Batcave. After finishing your large meal, you were surrounded by Duke, Stephanie, Cass, and Barbara. Each of them begging for you to spend time with them in the Batcave. You didn't get the chance to agree before they were grabbing the food and leading you downstairs.

"Bruce told us to...he's taking the others with him for official Batman business." Well that was heartbreaking. You weren't going to spend your birthday with your entire family. You hoped whatever it was...it was important. And you hoped that they stayed safe.

Meanwhile, Bruce, Tim, Jason, and Dick were standing in the ballroom of the manor. Alfred was busy painting a symbol on the floor, "Are you positive this will summon him? This paint will be a pain to get out of the floor, Master Bruce." Alfred asked as he finished the last symbol.

"I'm sure, I watched Zatanna use it before. Let's just hope he's clothed this time." Bruce mumbled and the symbol started to glow softly then got brighter and brighter. Suddenly John Constantine appeared, a bottle of rum in his hand and a pair of rainbow sunglasses on his face.

"Well this isn't the Pride Festival..." He grumbled then turned around to see several brooding faces, "Aye Bruce! How are ya, batsy?" He asked, once again failing to crack that stone cold face, "One day...I'll get you to smile." John pushed his sungless up onto his head, then set the bottle down on the ground. If he was being summoned by Batman, then it was something serious.

"We're stuck in a time loop. This is our fourth time reliving this day. Each day, my wife dies...then we wake up." Bruce explained then stepped closer to John, "If anyone knows what spell or curse is on us, its you." He wasn't wasting any time. They had eleven hours left to find their solution. They weren't doing this a fifth time.

John rubbed his chin as he mentally went through any spell, curse, and cursed object that he knew of. He's heard of something like this before, but it was so fuzzy. Like something was keeping him from figuring it out. It was right there...it was so close. John's eyes then widened. It wasn't close as in his mind...it was physically close to him. Whatever is causing this is in the house.

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You were enjoying your movie day in the Batcave when you heard a familiar accent followed by several voices telling him to stay out of the cave. John made his way down the stairs of the Batcave. His senses had him on the move, and like a dog; He was following it. John stood in the middle of the Batcave and looked around. So many objects with darkness and demons attached to them, it was almost suffocating.

"John? What are you doing here?" You asked as you set your empty plate onto the arm rest of the chair. Your question was unanswered, whatever John was doing, he was focused. John kept looking around until he spotted the thing he was looking for.

"Where did you get that?" He asked as he pointed to the object. It was the same object that they had gotten from the League. You looked over at it curiously. You thought it was some fancy paper weight, but that seemed to not be the case.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing there?" Bruce said, confused. There was nothing there. Just an empty space. At least that's what he felt like he should say. It felt like someone was telling him what to say and how to react.

"There's something there, Bruce. Look." John said as he stepped closer to your husband. You glanced around at your children to see them all glaring at John. As if something was overtaking their minds. Bruce looked again, and saw nothing, "With the corner of your eyes. What do you see?" He asked, and Bruce used his peripheral vision. As if the most horrifying monster was standing there, he saw the object that John was talking about.

He felt his heart start racing and sweat started rolling down his forehead. Something was telling him to look away. To get John out of there. Something wanted him to ignore whatever was sitting there. This action was being repeated by the rest of the children. Except for Duke, who looked almost as confused as You did.

"You're cheating, John."

A sickly, and terrifying voice filled the air and just made the growing panic worse. John smirked as his entire aura shifted, "I'm the one who's cheating? I never knew there were rules to this game." He called out while staring right at the object.

"It's my game, we plan how I want. You're cheating, and now she suffers."

After that, the voice went quiet and you felt your chest get tight. Your knees gave out as you clutched your shirt above the place where your heart was. Instead of being surrounded by your family, or a loving goodbye, your family just collapsed to the floor and started seizing. Each one of them was shaking and foaming at the mouth.

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"Dammit, I lost them again."

"Duke, how are their vitals?"

"They're spiking, but it's fine. Any more stress, and they'll all go into cardiac arrest."

"We have to go again. Bring me the music box."

"They'll figure it out, John. We'll save them."

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Bruce sat up in his bed, he tangled his fingers into his hair in frustration. What the hell was that? This was the first loop that they were affected in. What did it all mean?

His thoughts were interrupted when you stepped out of the bathroom, "Goodmorning my love, are you excited for breakfast?"

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spectersgirl · 1 year ago

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"Harvey is dating a really famous actress or singer (like Taylor Swift). People think he's just a playboy but Harvey and her has been secretly been dating for a while but kept it a secret due to her fame. Maybe have a relationship reveal when he shows up at her concert or Harvey introduces her during a company holiday party."

I got this request in my messages! I love this prompt because I'm currently loving the Taylor Swift Travis Kelce moment going on.

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If You're Ready, I'm Ready

Harvey Specter x Reader

You peeked out the window of your large Manhattan apartment, waiting to see a particular black Lexus pull up out front. You were one of the most famous musicians in the world, which sometimes could mean rather unpleasant interactions, so to see your boyfriend, New York's most respected lawyer Harvey Specter, you had to sneak around at night. The stakes of it all were exhilarating, despite how difficult it could sometimes be. It was sexy, it was fun, and it reminded you of sneaking out as a teenager.

When you finally did see the car, you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. You quickly threw on a baseball cap and sneakers, trying to look as normal as you possibly could before calling the elevator to head downstairs.

The driver was waiting at the back door of the car, one hand on the handle when you got there. The windows were almost completely blacked out, so you didn't know your boyfriend was waiting for you in the car too.

"Surprise, beautiful." He said, a dazzling smile on his face. He pulled a bouquet of flowers from the seat next to him and handed it to you once the car door was closed.

You placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes for a moment before kissing him deeply.

"These are gorgeous, what're they for?" You asked once you pulled away.

"They're just a little something to show you how proud I am of you. You sold out MSG, that's a huge deal!"

You smiled softly, blushing. The butterflies in your stomach erupted like crazy. Harvey meant the world to you, and hearing he was proud of you made your heart swell in your chest. You weren’t used to guys actually caring about you. You’d gone through your fair share of fuckboys and clout chasers in your time, but Harvey was… completely different.

With the guys that had come before, you'd gone too public too quickly, giving you the reputation of that girl that dates around and can't keep a man. The reality of it was that you were simply looking for your person. Despite the facade he puts on in his work and the decently large number of girls he’d been with in his past, Harvey was a really great guy. He always went at your pace, showed you how proud he was of your successes, and was a total gentleman.

You had finally decided that you were ready to take away that little bubble of privacy you'd hidden behind for the last year since meeting Harvey. You were tired of the sneaking around and hiding him away. You finally wanted to show him off to the world, show everyone you were, in fact, capable of picking a good one. The truth of it all was that you were scared. Scared for him, scared for you, scared for what it could all mean for your relationship. Once the public knew about him, they’d never leave him alone. You sighed slightly, a sad smile replacing your formerly happy one. You wished it didn't have to be like this, and you knew Harvey didn't mind doing whatever you felt was best, but you didn't want to lose him because you had to keep hiding. You were snapped out of your thoughts when his hand softly stroked your upper leg.

“Hey, what’s wrong Y/N? Did something happen?” Harvey asked, genuine worry taking over his features.

“Oh, no. It’s… I’m fine. I'm just thinking about how I think... I think I'm ready. Want to show everyone how sweet and handsome my man is.” You told him, absentmindedly rubbing the top of his hand.

“Y/N, any time you want to do that, you know I’m on board. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m down for.” He reassured.

"I know, and I love and appreciate you for that, I'm just scared. Once they find out about you... they'll never leave you alone. They'll be all over you all the time, and not just because they'll see how handsome you are" You said, trying to curb your own worries.

It was Harvey's turn to give you a sad smile now. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, softly rubbing your arm in comfort.

"Honey, to be honest with you, I really don't care. I love you, that's all I care about. Whatever happens out there, whatever they do to me, doesn't affect what we have. Okay? I want what you want, so if you're ready, I'm ready. If you want to wait, that's okay too."

You had tears falling down your cheeks now, he was really the most perfect man you'd ever met. He brought a thumb up to wipe your tears away.

"These are happy tears I hope?" He said, a teasing grin on his face.

You nodded, giggling.

"That they are. I just don't know how I got so lucky. You've been so good to me, I just love you so much. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Every bit of you is worth the wait. No matter how long the wait is." He said, placing a kiss on your lips.

Once you pulled away, slightly breathless, you got an idea.

"Hey, I have a red carpet this weekend, would you want to come with me?" "Y/N, are you asking me to be your date?"

"That depends on what your answer is"

"Of course I'll be your date. I'll wear my best tux, I wouldn't want the world thinking you're dating some slob in an ill-fitting suit."

This made you laugh, knowing how seriously Harvey took his attire.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, my love. Now come here and kiss me again"

"Your wish is my command, my pretty girl."

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melancholy-of-nadia · 1 year ago

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love u lately #2 (m) | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #2 - right here pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: after the events from friday night, you are trying to grapple with the newfound reality you find yourself in with Yoongi, and simultaneously trying to hide it from everyone in the Beta Tau Sigma house. When you seek Hwasa for advice and have an encounter with JB, you leave with a sudden epiphany on how to move forward. warnings: pwp, semi-public sexual activity (in a Professor's office), blowjob, handjob, cum-swallowing, ALMOST getting caught, hungover namjoon, jimin is sus, tbh not many warnings THIS TIME note: lol im sorry i'm always late at posting but here it is. s/o to @daegudrama for editing total word count: 6.8k drop date: september 20th, 1:00pm pst cross posted on AO3 here ← #1 | Series Masterlist | #3 → October 6th (Saturday)

The soft rays of the morning sun creep through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You are still asleep, lost in a peaceful slumber that offers a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that consumed you the night before.

In your dreams, your thoughts and feelings dance in a realm of their own, untouched by the waking world.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen downstairs, a figure moves with purpose, the clinking of pots and pans punctuating the otherwise serene atmosphere. Yoongi stands by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. His movements are precise, each action a deliberate step towards his goal.

He glances at the clock on the wall, noting the early hour. It is unusual for him to be up and about so early, but he has a reason—an unspoken promise to take care of you after the night you both had. He knows that the morning after could bring with it the unpleasant aftermath of a hangover, and he wants to make sure you are comfortable and well-fed.

The scent of pancakes and sizzling bacon wafts through the house, mingling with the memories of the previous night. As he continues his cooking, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Yoongi's lips. He finds solace in the simple act of making breakfast for you, a way to convey his care and concern without needing to put his emotions into words.

Just as he finishes up, the front door creaks open. Yoongi's ears perk up at the sound, and he turns to see Jimin entering the house. Jimin's hair is slightly disheveled, a telltale sign of a night spent elsewhere. He is wearing a white oversized t-shirt with black basketball shorts. He blinks in surprise when he sees Yoongi in the kitchen, fully engaged in cooking.

"What's all this?" Jimin comments, his voice laced with curiosity. He takes a seat at the dining table, eyeing the spread of food on the counter and then back to Yoongi, with a puzzled look. "Hyung, you're looking a little different this morning,"

Yoongi turns to face Jimin, his usually calm expression replaced with an uncharacteristic cheeriness. His gummy smile is on full display, a sight that Jimin rarely witnesses. It usually comes out when he’s drunk or trying to act silly. But this smile right now is a smile that speaks of contentment, as if a weight has been lifted from Yoongi's shoulders.

"Just felt like making breakfast," Yoongi replies nonchalantly, flipping another pancake onto a plate. "Thought it'd be nice."

Jimin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Yoongi is one of the main chefs of the Beta Tau Sigma house, but he usually wouldn't bother to make anything if the whole gang isn't home. It is almost as if something significant has happened to prompt this change in behavior.

As Jimin settles into his seat, he can't help but prod further. "Seriously. You're acting... different, Hyung. Are you sure you're okay?"

Yoongi chuckles softly, the sound carrying a hint of mischief. "I'm perfectly fine, Jiminie. Just in a good mood, I guess." Yoongi using Jimin’s cute nickname? Oh there is definitely something off.

Jimin eyes him suspiciously, his intuition telling him that there is more to this than Yoongi is letting on. "You're hiding something, are you?"

Yoongi's expression remains unchanged, a master of concealing his thoughts. "Why would I keep something from you, Jimin?"

Jimin's gaze narrows, studying Yoongi's face for any signs of a crack in his facade. He can't shake the feeling that there is something important that Yoongi isn't sharing, something that has prompted this uncharacteristic behavior. Did he get laid the night before? The only memorable time Yoongi has acted uncharacteristically giddy like this is when he lost his virginity during his junior year of high school to Ashley, who is a year younger than him. Well that and the times when he won Varsity basketball tournaments.

"Hyung, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Jimin's tone is gentle, his concern evident.

Yoongi's smile doesn't waver, but his eyes hold a hint of scorn. "I appreciate that, Jiminie. But sometimes, it's better to keep certain things to myself."

Jimin sighs deeply, his brows furrowing as he gazes at Yoongi, who seems unusually tight-lipped about the events of the previous night. A small pang of worry tugs at his heart. He's well aware of Yoongi's penchant for privacy; it's one of the things that he respects about his best friend. In a world where secrets are sometimes shared like K-Pop idol photocards, Yoongi has always been the reliable vault, guarding his innermost thoughts and emotions with a steadfast determination.

While Yoongi might have an open and straightforward demeanor, he understands the gravity of the situation. He can't simply tell his other best friends that he broke their unspoken pact, that he fucked their sole female best friend in the quad. It's not just about secrecy; it's about a complex tangle of emotions, loyalties, and unspoken rules that bind their tight-knit group together. Yoongi knows that revealing this secret could potentially rock the foundation of their friendship and the overall house dynamics, and he's torn between wanting his friend to know the truth and protecting the bonds they've built over the years.

Just as Jimin is about to speak again, Yoongi turns his attention back to the food, effectively closing off any further discussion. Jimin watches him for a moment, a mixture of confusion and further concern swirling in his mind. He can't shake the feeling that something has shifted, something that he isn't fully aware of.

With a sigh, Jimin pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on his plate of food. He knows he’s been hanging out with Irene a little too often and missing out on fun stuff with his friends. He is starting to get tired of his relationship. He would much rather hang out with you, Namjoon and Yoongi or Taehyung and Jungkook…everyone in the house actually. But the sex with Irene isn’t too bad, and it satisfies an urge that has been frustrating him for months, possibly years. Only Taehyung knew of this truth besides him.

You are still asleep upstairs, your dreams blissfully unaware of the conversation outside of the door. Yoongi, with his unspoken secret and newfound cheerfulness, continues to carry the weight of his emotions in silence, determined to protect the fragile balance that exists within your group of friends.

With a soft yawn, you stretch and sit up in bed, letting out a groan as your head protests the sudden movement. It doesn't take long for the events of the previous night to flood back into your mind—party hopping, laughter, and a moment of unexpected intimacy with Yoongi.

As you mull over the memories, a wave of embarrassment and excitement washes over you. The realization of what transpired between you and Yoongi sends a flutter of nervous anticipation through your chest. You know you'll have to face him soon, but first, you need to shake off the remnants of your hangover.

With a sigh, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, steadying yourself for a moment as your head spins. Gathering your resolve, you make your way to the bathroom, where you spend a few minutes brushing your teeth and splashing cold water on your face.

Feeling slightly more awake, you decide to head downstairs to the kitchen in search of a much-needed cup of water. As you descend the staircase, the aroma of breakfast hits you, and your curiosity piques. Yoongi rarely cooks this early, unless...

You step into the kitchen and are met with a sight that surprises you. The kitchen island is laden with plates of blueberry pancakes, sausages, omelets, and more. It's a feast fit for a king, and your stomach grumbles in response.

"Morning," a familiar voice greets you from the dining table, and you turn to see Jimin there, already tucking into his meal.

"Hey," you reply, rubbing your eyes as if it would clear away the remnants of sleep. Your gaze drifts to the spread of food, and then to Yoongi's back as he continues to work in the kitchen.

"He's been up for a while, making all this," Jimin says with a nod towards Yoongi.

You walk over to the dining table and take a seat across from Jimin. "Yoongi made all of this?"

Jimin chuckles, his mouth full of food. "Yeah, it's a bit unusual, right? Must be in a good mood or something."

You watch Yoongi's movements, the way he works with a focused determination. There's a sense of purpose in his actions, as if he's trying to convey something through his cooking.

"I'm not complaining though," Jimin continues with a grin, taking another bite of his pancakes.

You give a small smile in response, your mind still slightly foggy from the remnants of your hangover. As you take a sip of water, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of you is grateful for Yoongi's thoughtfulness, for taking care of you after a night of drinking. But there's also a sense of unease, a nagging fear of the consequences of what happened between you two.

As you pick at your food, you steal glances at Yoongi, wondering if he's feeling the same way. His demeanor is calm and collected, a mask that conceals the true depths of his thoughts. A mix of uncertainty and curiosity churns within you, but you push those thoughts aside when Jimin decides to break the silence.

"Hey, so how did game night go yesterday?" Jimin asks, his gaze shifting between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi's lips curl into a small smile, a subtle hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Went well, we went over to the River Court dorms with the big lounge. I won game night for the first time." This was definitely alluding to something else. Though for Jimin, these dots connected to answer the concern he had earlier. Still feels like some important information is still missing from it, he thinks.

You manage a nod, trying to keep your composure. "Yeah, it was a close game! Really thought Soohyun or Yijeong would win that, but unexpectedly, it was Yoongi!" You laughed, probably not because of what you said, but the ridiculousness of the situation you are currently in.

Jimin arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really? That's interesting."

You decide to change the topic to ask Jimin about his events from the night before. “So, how was your night with Irene?”

Jimin's expression momentarily shifts as you bring up Irene, and he forces a smile. "Oh, you know, the usual. We went to that new Italian restaurant downtown after her fall rush activities. It was... nice." He tries to sound enthusiastic, but there's a subtle undertone of fatigue in his voice.

Yoongi, ever perceptive, raises an eyebrow as he takes in Jimin's response. "Nice, huh? Sounds thrilling." There's a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Jimin shrugs, not meeting anyone's gaze. "Yeah, well, you know how it is, trying to keep things exciting with Irene."

The room falls into a momentary silence, punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery as you all continue to eat. It's evident that Jimin is grappling with something, but he brushes it off. You would want to question if he’s doing okay, but you’re already treading on harsh waters with Yoongi so to add Jimin to the mix would make this worse.

The conversation continues with a few more remarks exchanged, but the air is tinged with an underlying tension that you can't quite shake. Despite Yoongi's attempt to appear nonchalant, you can tell that he's carefully choosing his words.

As the three of you eat in silence, the awkwardness becomes palpable. You find yourself fidgeting, your eyes darting around the room as you try to avoid Yoongi's gaze. The events of the previous night are still fresh in your mind, and the weight of unspoken words hangs heavy between you two.

Suddenly, you decide that you can't bear the awkwardness any longer. Pushing your plate away, you clear your throat. "Hey, guys, I need to go to the library this morning. Hwasa wanted to study together."

“Studying? On a Saturday morning, beansprout?” Jimin looks at you in disbelief and laughs.

“Beansprout!?” You look at him all confused at the new nickname. “Uh, yes! We got midterms coming up in a few weeks and I’ve been avoiding looking at my class lecture notes like the procrastinator I am.” You sigh.

Yoongi's eyes briefly meet yours as he goes to wash the dishes, seeing a flicker of understanding in his gaze that this is indeed an excuse to go clear your head. You're grateful that he doesn't push the elephant in the room, and that he knows you need time to process what happened. Maybe some studying and talking with Hwasa could help you decide what to do next.

"Then you better go, study and not fail out of college in your 2nd year here," Jimin replies reassuringly, giving you a knowing smile. "We'll catch up more later."

You get up from your seat, taking your dishes to the sink. As you reach out to place your plate down, your hand brushes against Yoongi's briefly, sending a shiver down your spine. It's a simple touch, but it's enough to remind you of the lingering connection between you two.

Without saying a word, you turn and make your way to your room to change. You opt for a comfortable outfit—jeans, a soft oversized sweater, and sneakers. It's a look that makes you feel at ease, even as your thoughts whirl with uncertainty.

Exiting your room with your backpack, you see Jungkook come out from his room next door. When did Jungkook get here? You say good morning to him, but with his airpods in and eyes trained on something on his phone it seems like he can't hear you as he walks into the bathroom.

You tell the two men in the kitchen you’ll be back later and head out. When you open the door, you catch a glimpse of Hoseok helping a clearly hungover Namjoon through the front door. You offer a small wave and a quick hello, not wanting to get caught in any further awkward interactions. Unfortunately, that does not happen.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Namjoon asks, causing you to turn around. You sigh inwardly but put on a friendly smile to respond to Namjoon's inquiry. "Hey, Namjoon, just heading to the library to study with Hwasa."

His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he studies your face, and you can tell he's being overly cautious. "The library, huh? You sure about that?"

You raise an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance bubbling beneath your polite exterior. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Your response sounds a little defensive, feeling a headache coming in from all the eggshell walking this morning.

Namjoon's protective instincts are on high alert, and he glances back at Hoseok for support. "No reason, it's just... you know, it's good to be careful, especially with JB around."

Your annoyance grows, but you keep your tone measured. "Namjoon, I appreciate your concern, but you know I can handle myself. And I'm not hanging out with JB, if that's what you're worried about."

Namjoon seems unconvinced but doesn't press further. "Alright, just be safe, Tiny. Call one of us if you need anything, okay?"

You give him a reassuring nod before walking away to the library. You can't help but roll your eyes internally at Namjoon's overprotective nature, especially considering his own involvement with Jihyo. Nonetheless, you appreciate his concern, even if it's a bit misguided.

As you walk, you keep replaying the events of the previous night in your mind. The memory of the passionate kiss, the mix of emotions, and the unspoken words—all of it weighs heavily on your thoughts. Part of you knows that you need to have a conversation with Yoongi about what happened, to clarify your feelings and understand his intentions.

You make your way a few blocks to campus and enter the university library. The scent of books and hushed whispers surrounds you, creating an atmosphere of studious concentration. You're in dire need of a revitalizing tea, so you head to the library cafe to order one. While waiting for your tea, you call Hwasa, your trusted confidante, telling her that it's a "CODE RED," an urgent matter that requires her immediate attention. You know she's probably still in bed, but you can't wait to discuss this with her.

“Huh…Code Red?” Hwasa responds in a daze, words slurred. You think it's adorable.

"Ahn Hyejin, I need you to come to the library right now," you say, your voice carrying a mix of stern excitement and nervousness.

"Hmm? Addressing me with the govy name?! What's going on? Is this about some Harry Potter fanfiction again?" Hwasa's voice is groggy, clearly woken up by your urgent call.

"No, it's not about the Draco fic!...And that was ONE TIME! It's about... something else." You bite your lip, glancing around to make sure no one's eavesdropping on your conversation.

Hwasa, sensing that you are definitely serious about this code red call, responds with a more serious tone, "Alright, give me a second. I'll be there as soon as I can."

True to her word, Hwasa arrives shortly, looking a bit disheveled in her gray sweatpants and hoodie, but fully awake. You quickly fill her in on the events of the previous night, recounting everything you're able to remember—even the smallest details, thanks to your surprisingly sharp memory even when you're tipsy.

Hwasa's eyes widen with shock as she listens to your story. "Oh god, finally."

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean finally?"

Hwasa lets out a chuckle and shakes her head. "Honey, I'm gonna be honest with you. This man is clearly head over heels in love with you. Have you not seen the major heart eyes Min Yoongi has been giving you since I met you last year at the Fall Club Fair?"

Heart eyes? You're taken aback by her words, your mind racing to remember any instances where Yoongi might have displayed such feelings. Then you remember meeting Hwasa at the Fall club fair last year when you started college. Namjoon and Yoongi, both a year older than you, had been showing you and the other maknae line members around. Jimin and Jungkook had gotten caught up watching Hobi's street team dance performance. Namjoon, Jin, and Taehyung had been munching on food at some of the stalls. Meanwhile, Yoongi introduced you to the multicultural club booth, where you met Yijeong, Jieun, and Hwasa, who were giving away Korean goodies. You distinctly recall Yoongi wiping away some crumbs at the corner of your lips, an innocent gesture that Hwasa had clearly interpreted differently. For you, this was typical Yoongi showing his love language for his friends.

Hwasa grins mischievously as she continues, "Ever since then, I've seen the way he looks at you. Spring Fling too! Trust me, girl, those heart eyes don't lie."

You're a mix of emotions—surprised, flustered, and admittedly a little giddy. The idea that Yoongi might have feelings for you is both exhilarating and terrifying. You haven't allowed yourself to entertain such thoughts before, but now they're impossible to ignore.

Before you can say anything else, Hwasa leans in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Your heart races as you contemplate the question. What are you going to do about it? It's a decision that could change the dynamics of your friendship with Yoongi forever. Not just him, but everyone in the house! As you sit there, lost in thought, you realize that you need more time to process everything that's happened. You look at Hwasa with a determined expression.

You hesitate, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "I mean, what would you do if you were in my position?" you finally ask, genuinely seeking her advice.

"Uh, date him?" Hwasa suggests with a casual shrug, as if it's the most obvious solution in the world. “There’s nothing stopping you from this, or is there…?”

You blink at her, your heart rate quickening. "Date Yoongi? But what about Jaebeom? I still am very much attracted to that man!" The idea seems both tempting and terrifying. There are so many reasons why it can't happen, with the main one being your lingering crush on Jaebeom. The other being related to two people you don’t want to think about much.

Hwasa rolls her eyes, clearly unconvinced by your argument. "Oh, you're still hung up on that? Honey, have you not been listening to me? That guy is only looking to get his dick wet!"

You let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and denial. "How sure are you about that? What if he actually likes me?"

Hwasa raises an eyebrow at you, her expression telling you that she's not buying your doubts. "I doubt it. Trust me, he doesn't do relationships from all the info I’ve heard. It's all about fun and games for him."

You press your lips together, torn between Hwasa's words of caution and the possibility that there might be more to Yoongi's intentions. It's a risk you're not sure you're ready to take, especially when your heart still flutters at the thought of Jaebeom.

Hwasa leans back, studying your conflicted expression. "Look, Honey, I'm not saying you should jump into anything. Take your time, figure out what you want. But don't dismiss Yoongi either. Sometimes, the best things are right in front of us, and after all that bullshit Joon and Jimin are pulling with the girlies they’re with…that thing you need might be Yoongi."

Her words resonate with you, and you sigh, nodding slowly as you hear her out. "Maybe, you're right. I'll take some time to think about it."

Hwasa smiles and pats your hand reassuringly. "That's all I'm asking for. Just promise me you won't close yourself off to these possibilities. And remember, I've got your back no matter what."

You manage a small smile in return, grateful for Hwasa's unwavering support. As you continue to chat, sharing your thoughts and concerns, you start to feel a bit more at ease. While the path ahead is uncertain, at least you have someone who's willing to listen and provide guidance.

As the conversation continues, you find yourself growing more introspective, contemplating the complexities of your feelings for both Yoongi and Jaebeom. It's a conversation that leaves you with a lot to consider, and as the afternoon sunlight filters through the library windows, you feel a renewed sense of clarity.

Eventually, you part ways with Hwasa, promising to keep her updated on any developments. Leaving the library, you take a deep breath of fresh air, feeling a bit of weight lifted off your shoulders.

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October 8th (Monday)

On Monday, you walk into your Finance class, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. As you enter the classroom, your eyes immediately search for JB. He's sitting in his usual spot, looking engrossed in his notebook. Taking a deep breath, you decide to sit next to him, despite the awkwardness you feel.

The lecture proceeds, and you find yourself trying to focus on the material, but your thoughts keep drifting back to the conversation you had with Hwasa. You're determined to be more present in the moment, but it's difficult when JB's mere presence beside you sends your heart racing.

Finally, the class comes to an end. As students start packing up their belongings, you take a deep breath and muster the courage to speak to JB.

"Hey, JB," you begin, your voice a bit shaky. "I wanted to apologize for leaving you behind that night at the party. I wasn't feeling well, and Yoongi took me away to check-up on me."

JB glances at you briefly before shrugging nonchalantly. "It's whatever," he replies, his tone indifferent.

You're taken aback by his lack of reaction. You had expected some kind of response, maybe even a hint of annoyance, but his words are surprisingly dismissive. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was intentionally blowing you off or anything."

JB raises an eyebrow, as if sizing you up. "Look, it's fine. I'm not really interested in talking to you anymore."

His words catch you off guard, and a strange mix of relief and disappointment washes over you. "Oh, um, okay then."

"Yeah, I figured you're probably busy with other stuff," JB says casually, as if he's already moved on.

“Other stuff? What are you talking about–”

JB doesn’t let you finish your question and instead, stands up, gathering his things. "Anyway, see you around."

You feel a pang of something – disappointment, perhaps – but it's not as sharp as you thought it would be. Maybe it's the newfound clarity you gained from talking to Hwasa, or maybe it's the fact that you've realized there was nothing truly tangible that could happen with JB. Though you are still confused by what he meant by that last remark, you decide to ignore it.

As JB walks away, you find yourself feeling strangely liberated.

After that interaction with him, you can't help but feel a newfound sense of empowerment and clarity. The conversation with Hwasa and the way JB's dismissal rolled off your shoulders made you realize that it's time to take control of your own feelings and decisions. With this determination in mind, you decide to follow Hwasa's advice and text Yoongi after your class.

You: Where are you right now?

You type quickly, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with a response.

Yoongi: At Professor Kang's office, grading papers. He had to step out for a department meeting just now.

You: Stay where you are. I’m coming over there.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and head towards the Social Sciences building where Professor Kang's office is located.

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You knock on the door, your heart beating faster as you wait for a response. The door opens, revealing Yoongi on the other side.

"Hey," you say softly, meeting his gaze.

"Hey," he replies, and you can sense a mixture of anticipation and something else in his eyes.

"Can we talk?" you ask, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

Yoongi steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the office. You step inside, and he closes the door behind you, the latch clicking softly, cocooning the two of you in this small space. Papers and books sprawl across the cluttered desk, lending the room a cozy, but somewhat chaotic, atmosphere. The soft, golden sunlight filtering through the outside trees adds a touch of tranquility to the space, as though it's caught in a moment of serene contemplation.

You take a deep breath, facing Yoongi. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened on Friday," you begin, choosing your words carefully. "And I realize that I need to clarify my own feelings and thoughts."

Yoongi nods, his expression serious. "I've been waiting for you to bring this up," he admits. "I didn't want to push you into a conversation you weren't ready for."

You appreciate his understanding, and it gives you the courage to continue. "Thank you, Yoongs,” you say with a warm smile, your voice soft as you gather your thoughts. "I want to start by saying that I really enjoyed spending time with you on Friday," your cheeks flushing slightly with a delicate pink hue.

His eyes, like warm pools of caramel, meet yours, and he smiles. "I did too, probably the most fun I’ve had since the beginning of this semester." His voice is low and soothing, like a comforting melody in the background.

Your fingers trace patterns on the hem of your top, a nervous habit of yours activating as you are about to potentially initiate something you cannot change. "And after a lot of thinking," you begin slowly, "I wanted to ask you if we could start something…"

His curiosity piqued, Yoongi leans back against Professor Kang’s desk. "Spit it out, Sunshine," he encourages, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Like friends with benefits!" you finally let it out, the words hanging in the air, their weight palpable in the room. You can feel the soft breeze from the open window, a gentle reminder of the world outside, but for this moment, it's just the two of you, suspended in time.

Yoongi exhales, and moves to sit at the TA desk by the window.

"Not what I thought you would say, but that doesn't sound like a bad idea given our circumstances."

You nod in agreement, feeling relieved that Yoongi is open to the idea. "I just think it could be fun and beneficial for both of us before we think about stepping into something more complex, y'know!" you say, trying to downplay the nerves that are still bubbling up inside of you.

Yoongi studies you for a moment, his eyes flickering with something you can't quite decipher. “What about your crush on Jaebeom? Not trying to get with him anymore?” He asks.

“Well, he hates my guts since I left standing there on Friday when you dragged me away…so that’s done.”

He laughs lowly, “Well, I'm definitely interested if he’s not," he says and pauses briefly before saying the next thing on his mind. "But we should establish some ground rules first."

You nod again, eager to hear what he has to say. "Of course, whatever you think is necessary. I haven't done something like this since high school and you know how that went."

You laughed nervously, recalling your unestablished situationship with Yeonjun that very much did not end well. You came crying to Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi that night when everything crashed down and they took you out for rolled ice cream.

Yoongi leans forward, his gaze intense. "First, we have to be completely honest with each other. If either of us starts to want something more from each other, we need to speak up immediately and decide what to do."

You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his words. "I agree, communication is key! What else do you think we should establish?"

"Second, we have to be safe," Yoongi continues, his voice serious. "We'll use protection when penetrating always, no exceptions. And we'll both get tested before we start anything."

You nod again, feeling grateful for Yoongi's responsible approach to this situation. "That makes sense, and I completely agree. Is there anything else?"

Yoongi leans back in his chair, his gaze flickering over your body. "Lastly," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We have to be completely open with each other about our desires and boundaries. And we have to be willing to explore and experiment with each other."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, your body responding to the promise of intimacy with Yoongi. "I am willing to do that," you reply, your voice husky with desire.

In that moment, your impulsive thoughts start advising you to do something you thought you would never do, and you listen. You walk towards Yoongi's desk and get on your knees in front of him, feeling emboldened by the conversation and agreement made. You realize what you're about to do is incredibly risky, but if you don't solidify this agreement now, when could you really?

You reach for his thighs, your eyes never leaving his. Yoongi's gaze is intense as he looks down at you, your fingers gripping his thighs tightly.

"You’re really about to do this…right here?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Are you sure about that?"

You nod, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "I've never been more sure of anything," you reply, your fingers moving to the button of his jeans.

Yoongi lets out a low growl as you begin to unzip his pants, his eyes dark with desire. You take him in your hand, feeling him harden under your touch.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as you begin to stroke him slowly. "You really drive me crazy. You know that, Sunshine?"

You smirk up at him for using your everyday nickname in this context, feeling a sense of power as you pleasure him with your hands. He's never been more vulnerable than he is right now, sitting in his Professor's semi public office trying to control his heavy breathing with your hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking.

"Well this is my favorite way to drive someone crazy," you say as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, his taste and smell is more intoxicating than expected. His hands immediately fall to your curls, gripping them tightly as you take him deeper into your mouth.

You begin to move your head up and down, your hand still stroking him in rhythm with the movement of your mouth. You feel him harden further, his cock twitching in your hands and his moans filling the air.

You pull your head back, your lips wet from his glistening precum. "But I can think of a couple of other ways as well."

Yoongi's eyes are dark with lust, his breathing ragged. You move your hands to the waistband of his jeans and underwear, pulling them down his hips and freeing him from any constraint. He kicks off his shoes and lifts his feet so you can pull his pants all the way off, your eyes never leaving his.

You take him in your mouth again and begin to suck him in earnest, feeling your own desire growing between your legs. You're not sure how much longer you can last before you need him inside of you. You can't do that here though, no matter how much your inner whore wants you to risk it all. Your tongue continues to dance around him, exploring every inch of his cock with new enthusiasm. Yoongi's fingers dig into your scalp again as he struggles to control his low moans, his legs shaking every time you flick your tongue against the head of his cock.

This is definitely the most interesting place you’ve ever given a blowjob.

Yoongi's hand leaves your scalp and moves down to your shoulder, gripping it tightly as he moves himself deeper into your mouth. His cock throbs in your mouth as the first wave of his orgasm overtakes him, strings of his glistening cum shooting into your throat and coating your tongue. The flavor of Yoongi’s cum on your tongue is salty and tangy, like a citrus cocktail with a kick. The taste and sensation of it is addicting. Being in the public place you are in, you decide to swallow his load down your throat and you continue to suck him until he is finished. Leaving no evidence of the events taking place.

Yoongi pulls you off of him gently, his lips curled up in a smirk. "I think you really need to stop now, or else I'm going to lose control," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Don’t worry! That's it from me," you reply, your words muffled slightly by the fact that Yoongi's cock is still partially in your mouth. "I just wanted to give you a taste of what's to come with this agreement."

You stand up and help him straighten his shirt, then you help him put his pants back on and button them up. He stands as well, his hands still shaking as he tucks himself back into his boxers.

Yoongi begins chuckling suddenly, "Yeah, we definitely can’t tell anyone about this too," he regards, his voice strained. He looks just as desperate as you feel.

You nod, still feeling lost in lust. “Absolutely not.”

"We're still friends at the end of the day and I don't want this to ruin that.” Yoongi nods, his expression serious. “We can't let this affect our group dynamic or make things awkward when we're all together."

You nod again, taking in his words. "Of course, taking this secret to the grave with you, bestie Yoongs.”

You grab some of the hand sanitizer on Professor Kang's desk and apply it to your hands covered in spit residue. You are going to wash your hands once you step out of this room and reflect on this insane action you just did here, you think to yourself.

In the moment you're about to ask Yoongi about something related to your arrangement, you hear a knock at the door, startling you. Yoongi looks over at you with panic, his eyes wide. He signals you to sit in a nearby chair and walks toward the door. He opens it to find Hoseok holding a stapled paper stack.

"Hey Hyung!" Hoseok says with his characteristic low yet excited voice. "Just wanted to come by to drop off one of my assignments for Professor Kang. I wanted to come earlier, but I got sidetracked by the dance team..." Hoseok's words drift away as he look behind Yoongi and sees you sitting down.

"Oh, Honey?" Hoseok calls out using your household nickname. “You're here too?"

"Yeah…Just came by to drop off an iced americano for Yoongi to motivate him to finish his TA duties." You brush off the obvious lust on your face and try to look like you're not involved in anything. You sit there upright, hoping Hoseok would go with the flow. But he continues to be lost in thought. “I gotta go meet up with Jungkook, so I’ll excuse myself!”

You get up from your seat and scurry out of the office without Yoongi getting the chance to say ‘see you at home!’

After a bit of silence, Hoseok's attention whips to Yoongi, a stern expression on his face. "So what's going on here, Yoongi?"

“Nothing related to whatever you’re thinking.”

Hoseok's eyebrows raise, his expression becoming more serious. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like something's been going on. You've been acting different, and her being in Kang’s office all alone with you and then she runs off?” He laughs, “Hyung! I've known you for years. You can't hide much from me."

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh, realizing that Hoseok won't be easily brushed off. He leans against his desk, arms crossed. “Hope, It's not like that.."

Hoseok nods knowingly. "Complicated, huh? Does it have anything to do with why you've been looking so love-struck lately?"

Yoongi's cheeks flush with embarrassment, however the setting sun radiating shades of red and orange into the office manage to camouflage the blush. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Hoseok chuckles, clearly enjoying teasing his friend. "Come on, Yoongi. You’ve been acting a little too excited since your Saturday morning breakfast feast? That was definitely meant for us."

Yoongi rubs his temples, a sign that he's growing frustrated. "Hoseok, can we not do this right now?”

Hoseok sighs, his playful demeanor softening into genuine concern. "Alright, Hyung! I won't push you further. Just remember, I'm here for you if you ever want to talk about it. And, you know, I can keep a secret."

Yoongi manages a small, appreciative smile. "Sure, Hope. I appreciate that."

Hoseok claps him on the back and back out the door way. "No problem, hyung. Just take your time, but don't take too long. Life's too short to be indecisive. He might decide to actually take her if you don’t."

Confusion clouds Yoongi's expression. "What? Who are you talking about?"

Hoseok grins mischievously as he opens the office door. "Oh, you'll figure it out, Hyung. Just remember what I said." With that, he exits the room, leaving Yoongi to ponder his cryptic words.

As the door closes behind Hoseok, Yoongi can't help but replay the events of the past few days in his mind. Hoseok's words about his own behavior and the warning about someone elses’ interest in you adds another layer of complexity to an already tangled situation.

Is it about Namjoon? He thinks back to Saturday morning when Hoseok brought back Namjoon from wherever he was last Friday night. Namjoon ate some of the breakfast he made and didn’t come out of his room the whole weekend. Jimin doesn’t seem to be much of a concern right now despite him being suspicious of him too. Yoongi doubts anyone in the house would be trying to make a move on you. Well, there is Jungkook who is clingy to you on a normal basis but that doesn’t seem likely. While Yoongi has been wanting this for a long time, was this agreement a bad idea after all? With a sigh, Yoongi returns to his desk, knowing that he has a lot to think about.

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aerkame · 2 years ago

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Can we get a Wally x reader neighbor who has a secret identity of a supervillain?

You got it! I kind of wanted to experiment with this one a bit to get a good idea on how to write different characters. Some villains remind me of people that really only need love or family in their life. (This does not take place in the Alive AU, or previously created AUs) Also I hope you don't mind this having multiple parts with multiple characters x reader? It just seems like such a fun idea!

And just a reminder since some people PM me a lot on this, the Welcome Home archive is updated each time I post a fic or request so you can check there if you missed something or if you are wanting to re-read a fic, way better than just scrolling around looking for it! :) Welcome Home Archive

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Laughter echoed throughout the house you resided in, having just completed yet another devious plan of yours. Well, devious isn't exactly what most would call them, just very annoying or petty really.

A part of you did feel some guilt when you ruined the picnic everyone had planned that day though, using your new and improved weather device to summon up a storm. They all looked genuinely upset this time. Frank actually yelled at you with Eddie having to hold him back, something he's never really done before while everyone scattered to get their belongings.

Everyone looked so disappointed in you, even the motherly figure of Poppy looked at you with a saddened expression. It did sting a bit to see that. Maybe it was something special that was going on? Whatever. It was none of your business anyways...you didn't care, you were just glad you had the mask on still.

The thrill of successfully pulling off that plan soon dwindled down to a quiet sniffle, having stopped yourself from crying again...something you found yourself doing a lot of when you were alone in the house. You wish you could be friends with them too, it just felt like you didn't belong here sometimes though so you never approached any of the neighbors much unless you needed to get something or if a neighbor needed help. Of course you could just be a menace and not help at all and plot all day everyday. However, you preferred to keep your villainous self a secret and enjoy the small moments of kindness this place had to offer. Besides, your plots weren't that bad really, right?

Stars you were so lonely and hopelessly confused about your purpose here. Some days it felt great to be mean and some days, like today, you felt awful.

Deciding you needed to quit moping around, you made your way to the bathroom to dress up in your normal clothing and to wipe away any evidence of crying, only to jump back upon seeing a flash of eyes in the mirror. You blinked a few times no longer seeing them...this happened so often you think you're starting to get used to it, perhaps you were just imagining things when you got stressed. You continued with dressing and wiping your face dry, the last thing you needed was someone bringing too much attention to you. Besides, you still had to get some groceries from Howdy's today.

It was still heavily raining by the time you made it into Howdy's shop, you didn't mind though. Rain is what brought you comfort in this world, it was the only thing familiar to you having always let the water soak you and smelling the deep earthy smells that came with the cool air.

Hearing the small chime of the bell, Howdy made his way downstairs to get behind the counter expecting one of his friendly neighbors. Instead he found the welcome mat completely soaked under your shoes with mud trailing inside...oh dear, that was going to be a hassle to clean up.

You looked behind you at the floor upon seeing the small strain on the caterpillar's smile. "Oh...sorry about that, I can clean it up." your voice trailed into a mumble. You didn't feel like being mean in public and what happened earlier was already making you feel guilty. Really, you have never once seen everyone that upset before. You recall Wally staring, no, glaring with a stretched smile right at you before you ran off. A shudder ran through your body, both from the cold and recent memory. Howdy gave you a look before rounding the corner into his office.

"That's quite alright with me! If anything I'll take you cleaning up my shop as payment for today." You could hear Howdy's voice trail further into the office as you watched him come back out with something in one of his hands. It looked like a large cloth?

The caterpillar unfolded the cloth and came over to where you were standing, draping the soft blanket over your shoulders. One hand gave your head a pat. "So, I guess you're here for your usual right?" The hand on your head stayed. It felt nice.

"Yeah" You pulled the blanket into you. "Thanks for this..."

You know what? Nah, I'm making this into chapters I love this too much, there needs to be more.

Next chapter: Frank has been keeping track of the villain's actions and daily routine, more than you yourself have and he's more than willing to let Wally know who he thinks it is that's been causing trouble.

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cowgurrrl · 1 year ago

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Okay this is soooo very out there in actual probability of this being logical but the idea of a pool in Jackson or like people are allowed to go out to lake or something or they dig a lake like idek but something that involves reader in a swimsuit and Joel like 😳 in public so maybe a lil bit of jealous Joel in there, I just think it would be so cute and fun and spicy and idek if this makes sense hahaha, I’m so sorry for being awful at explaining ideassss🤦‍♀️🤣

The Snake River actually runs through Jackson so it’s entirely plausible (yes, I did do research for this)

Surprise

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: I didn’t go into this wanting to write smut but it happened and I don’t hate it?? Please be nice to me I’m just a girl

Summary: Joel has something planned for you [3.3k]

Warnings: language, murder jokes, Joel being a little insecure, Joel the Menace making a return, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, dirty talk, sex in a semi-public place??, almost getting caught, brief mention of a safe word

Joel Miller is not a spontaneous person. It was one of the first things you found out about him. He hates surprises almost as much as he hates planning them. He's someone who likes to know what's happening and when. He loves a plan. But he loves you more.

Everyone has gone back to school, and the seasons are in a neverending battle of when one begins and the other ends. The hazy August heat permeates the windows of your house as you lie in bed, hiding from the sun and the rest of your responsibilities. This time of year makes you especially grateful for your early morning patrol shifts. You get to finish up your work before the world has the opportunity to finish preheating, and then the town is quiet after that, with people shuffling off to work or school. Maybe that's why Joel wanders into your shared bedroom with your backpacks in hand.

"Are you doin' anythin' for the rest of the day?" He asks, and you give him a confused look.

"Besides waiting for our daughter to come home from school? No, I didn't have any major plans." You tease, and he rolls his eyes before tossing your bag at you.

"Meet me downstairs in five minutes." He says.

"For what?"

"It's a surprise."

"Are you finally going to kill me?" You ask, and he scoffs.

"Honey, if I was gonna kill you, I woulda done it a long time ago."

"Fair point. Suspicion always points to the spouse first," you say, sitting up in bed. "Where are we going?"

"Does the word 'surprise' mean nothin' to you?"

"Only when it's coming from your mouth."

"Downstairs. Five minutes." He says, effectively ending the conversation by turning on his heels and walking away. You groan in protest but get up anyways. If it's something he planned, it's probably worth getting out of bed for. Still, you shuffle your feet lazily as you put more distance between yourself and an afternoon nap.

He's almost giddy as you walk out of the house and into the blaring sunshine. Ellie still has a few more hours of school left, and even then, she's gotten over you and Joel walking her to and from class. She's becoming more independent as she gets older, which is fine, but seeing her not need you as much hurts. You talk about it on the way to wherever you're going. Joel says he's noticed the same thing but doesn't want to pry too much and risk being labeled "uncool." You have to literally bite your tongue to keep from asking when he was ever cool.

When you're far enough outside Jackson's walls, Joel grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers, swinging them a little as you walk through the fields. Rock jasmines and asters shake in the window around you, painting the world in shades of white, blue, pink, and yellow. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how beautiful Wyoming can be, but when vast meadows stretch out to the mountain slopes, and the sky is unbelievably clear, you remember. You look over at Joel with his long, graying hair and scruffy facial hair and smile. It's also easy to forget just how beautiful he can be with his gentle hands and crooked nose. He turns to meet your eyes, taking away your view of his side profile, and gives you a look.

"What?" He asks, and you shake your head. "You're starin'."

"I just like looking at you." You admit, making him scoff. Joel is probably the only person in this world who's unaware of how attractive he is.

"Needa get your eyes checked." He mumbles under his breath.

"Big talk coming from a man who refuses to wear his glasses even though he desperately needs them."

"I don't desperately need 'em."

"Really?" You ask, and he hums. You lift your free hand away from your body and hold up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He tugs on the hand he's holding and pulls you against him until your chest collides with his. The wind gets knocked out of you, either because of the impact or because you can see all his freckles when you get this close to him. He smirks as he stares at you, glancing between your eyes and fingers.

"Three." He says easily, leaning in to kiss you. You move back enough to make him huff in annoyance.

"That's cheating."

"Mm, I think it's called bein' resourceful."

"Is that right?" You ask, and he hums as he finally kisses you. You indulge him for a second or two before moving back again. "Could you really not see that far?" He sighs and mumbles your name, but you refuse to let it go. "Joel, if your vision's that bad, you need to be wearing them on patrol. I don't want you to make stupid mistakes because you can't see six feet in front of you."

"Look, I hear you. I do. I just..." he trails off, and you raise your eyebrows at him. "It's stupid."

"Stupider than not wearing them at all?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes—the drama.

"They make me look old, okay? That's why I don't wanna wear 'em," he says. Once again, you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from making a snide comment. "I'm already one of the oldest guys on patrol, and that's enough for the younger guys to make fun of me. If I start wearin' 'em on patrol, I'll never hear the end of it, especially from Tommy."

"You really care what they think about you?" You ask.

"No," he starts, but quickly shakes his head. "Yes. It didn't bother me, but then they started sayin' they didn't know what you see in an old buzzkill like me, and I just... I don't know." He says. You take a deep breath and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Does this have anything to do with you suddenly planning surprises for me?"

"I told you it was stupid." He avoids the question, but you still find an answer. He tries to hide his face in your shoulder, embarrassed, but your hands find his jaw and stop him.

"I don't think it's stupid. I think the other guys on patrol are stupid for saying that and making you think I'm anything but grossly in love with you. I think they don't know what the fuck they're talking about," you say, your thumb brushing against the patches in his beard. "And I think you don't realize just how hot you look wearing glasses," he scoffs, but you don't let him wiggle out of your grasp. "I'm being serious, Joel." You assert, and something behind his eyes shifts.

"Really?"

"Are you kidding me? It's, like, annoying how good they make you look," you say, and he smirks. "It's also sexy for you to try to stay alive. So, it's a win-win." He laughs, the sound making the sun shine a little brighter.

"I mean, who am I to argue with my wife?" He asks, relenting, and you hum.

"Exactly," you say as you kiss him. It was supposed to be quick, a passing kiss to remind him you love him, but when you try to pull away, he's back on you. His big hands snake their way into your hair as he kisses you like he's drowning and trying to pull the air from you. The buzzing bees and chirping birds of the field disappear, and all you can do is hold him. His body is firm against yours, and the soft flannel of his shirt feels perfect beneath your palms. "Was my surprise making out in a meadow? That's pretty romantic, even for you, Joel." You ask as you break away to take a breath that's not his. He groans and rolls his head back to look at the cloudless sky.

"Almost forgot bout the surprise," he says, looking back at you. "You're distractin' me."

"What did I do?" You ask. He grabs your hand and starts leading you through the flowers.

"You were tryna use your woman powers on me."

"Please, explain to me what 'woman powers' you think I possess."

"If you don't know, I can't tell you." He says like he's answering a riddle, and you laugh. The rest of the walk is spent hand-in-hand with his shoulder bumping yours occasionally as your feet walk over the summer grass. As soon as you hear water lapping over smooth rocks, you look at Joel, who pretends not to hear the same thing. He smiles when you hit the break in the trees, and the crystal water of the river sparkles in the sun.

You've heard rumors about the water being safe to swim in, but you didn't trust it. Not that it mattered. You and Joel have swum in way dirtier water than the winding blue river in front of you. Still, you were sure that it was a set-up by Raiders. But now, with Joel by your side, in the daylight, it's taking everything in you to not jump in the water. "I thought it might be nice. Just the two of us." Joel says. You nod and rest your head on his shoulder, looping an arm under his and holding his bicep.

"It is nice," you agree. "But we don't own swimsuits," you say, immediately clocking the excited expression on his face. "You're a menace."

"What? I planned a very nice day for us, and I just... forgot we needed swimsuits."

"Oh, you forgot?" You ask, and he nods.

"I told you, I'm an old man. I forget things easily."

"Give me a break." You roll your eyes before letting go of his arm and walking over to a big tree. You bend down to take off your boots and socks, and Joel quickly follows suit. His eyes stick to you as you pull your shirt off your head, faded scars catching the sunlight. Once you're left in your bra and underwear, you pause and look at Joel. He's stripped down to just his underwear, too, and you have a full view of his broad frame.

His muscular chest is littered with scars, some old and silver against his tan skin and others new and still raised and angry. Your favorite is from where he got caught under some fence a million years ago. It vaguely looks like a thunderbolt striking from his collarbone to his shoulder. You can see the goosebumps rising on his thick biceps from where you're standing. His hands are relaxed and open at his sides, visible veins thrumming blood through his body. His belly has rounded just a little since you've settled in Jackson, something he grew insecure about while you reminded him every day that you loved the softness of his body. His strong thighs are a little paler than the rest of him, considering his patrol schedule in the summer, but they're still freckled and scarred like the rest of him. Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls down his underwear and stands fully naked in front of you.

I guess we're actually doing this, you think as you unclasp your bra. You leave your clothes in a pile under the tree before darting into the cold water together. He ducks his entire head under while you tread, letting yourself get used to the temperature and laughing when Joel comes up with a sharp gasp. "Oh, you think that's funny?" He asks before shaking his head in your direction, frigid water droplets landing on your skin. You shriek and splash at him to get him to stop. He splashes back, making huge swells with his arms, and you have to dive under to swim away.

Once you call a truce on the water fight, you just swim together. You alternate between floating on your back, watching the clouds float by, and diving deep under the water to see what might be down there. After a few minutes, your bodies adjust to the water, and you can actually enjoy the river currents working against you. It reminds you of all the summers you spent in pools, the ocean, rivers, and lakes before the Outbreak. The memory presses on a familiar bruise in your chest, but it doesn't hurt. At least, not as much. Not when you're here with Joel, making new memories in a new world.

You swim over to where Joel is standing, his long curls touching the water as he looks up at the sky. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist once you're close enough, and he meets your eyes with a smile. His hands grip your thighs and trace patterns into your skin, the warmth of his touch a welcome relief in the cold. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you stare at him. "This a good surprise?" He asks, his voice low in his chest, and you nod.

"I like doing things like this with you," you say. "But I also don't want you to worry about keeping me interested in you," he sighs at your words but doesn't break away from you. "We've been together for years now. We went halfway across the country together. We have Ellie. You're it for me. I don't care what the younger guys on patrol have to say about it."

"You don't think I'm an old buzzkill?"

"Not all the time."

"Alright, smart ass."

"I mean, I don't know a lot of buzzkills who go skinny-dipping with their wives."

"See? Gimme a little credit here." He says, pinching your thigh, and you laugh. As the sound dies in your throat, his gaze hangs heavily on you. Suddenly, you're all too aware of his sturdy body under you and his hands on you. You get a little closer to him, and his stomach brushes against your core. A quiet, shaky breath leaves you, and Joel hears it. His lips ghost over yours as his hand dips down, a deft finger grazing your clit.

"Joel," you cry softly, clinging to him tighter when he presses a little harder. He shushes you as his middle finger ventures lower and just barely pushes into you. More. You need more, and he knows it. Asshole, you think to yourself, but your brain shuts off when he inches a digit into you so fucking slowly. You can feel his smirk when he leans down to mouth at the column of your throat.

"That good?" He rasps in your ear, and you nod as his hand adjusts to thumb at your clit. You jump a little at the molten pleasure pulsing through you. He chuckles lowly and nips at your earlobe. "I've barely touched you, honey, and I can already feel you squeezin' me." You can't even formulate a response once he starts moving. The slow drag of his finger against your walls is enough to drive any sane person insane. You whine when he pushes another into you and claw at his shoulders.

Your heart is fast against his chest. Everything you breathe, hear, and feel is Joel. You can't think about anything other than the weight of his hand working you over in the broad fucking daylight. You're close enough to the shore that anyone would be able to see you, but you hope you just look like a clingy couple enjoying a mid-day swim. It's a long shot, especially since he's mumbling absolutely filthy things to you. "You always sound so damn pretty." "Gonna let me fuck you like this?" "You're so good for me, baby." Every syllable makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out. His fingers languidly move in and out of you like he has nothing better to do before stopping completely, and you whine in protest.

"You're f," your sentence breaks off when he quickens suddenly.

"What was that, sweetheart? Where's that smart mouth now?" He asks. Your hips start moving in time with his ministrations, and he watches you like a man starved. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as his fingers move faster inside you. You think your blood is thundering through your ears as bliss overtakes your senses, but you quickly realize it's hooves. You don't know if Joel hears it, but if he does, he doesn't stop.

"Joel, I think, fuck," he rubs at your clit with more fervor, making you see stars. "Someone's coming." You breathe, and his teeth scrape under your jaw. It's all too much. You moan and drop your head to his shoulder, losing all motivation to get him to stop.

"You gonna come for me?" He asks, and you nod. "C'mon, I know you can do it. Come for me." He hooks his fingers, nudging that spongy part inside you, and that's all it takes. Your mouth falls open, and fuzziness takes over your senses. You hold Joel closer as he works you through your orgasm with encouraging words and gentle strokes. Finally, you have to reach for his wrist to stop because you're so overstimulated, and he would live between your thighs if he could.

"Y'all alright?" A voice comes out of nowhere, and you jump. You and Joel turn to see one of the patrolmen from Jackson, James, on his horse a few hundred yards away. He's far enough away that he wouldn't be able to see you're both naked, but he can clearly see your clothes and backpacks on the shoreline.

"Yeah, we're alright. Just... havin' ourselves a date." Joel says, his voice annoyingly even. James looks confused, so you nod in agreement even though Joel still has two fingers knuckle-deep inside you. If he doesn't kill you, embarrassment just might.

"Well, then," James says awkwardly. "Y'all don't stay out too long. Maria'll have your ass if y'all come back hurt or somethin'." Joel shifts his hand as he nods, and you choke on a moan but try to play it off as a cough. Still, James gives you a look. "You good?"

"Yeah, are you alright, honey?" Joel asks in a mocking tone. You grit your teeth and dig your nails into his arm before nodding at James.

"All good. Just had a little tickle. We'll start heading back to town now. Thanks for checking on us." You quickly dismiss the patrolman, who is more than happy to get the hell out of Dodge. Even if he didn't suspect anything was happening, you know he's terrified of you and Joel. His ideal patrol is not having to deal with either of you and now he just got the whole package plus some. As soon as he's out of earshot, you smack Joel's arm.

"Are you fucking insane? He could've heard us!"

"Us? I'm not the one who was screamin'!"

"Okay, first of all," you start, holding up one finger. "I was not screaming. Second of all, I told you someone was coming, and you kept going!" He doesn't exactly look apologetic, but then again, you're not really mad.

"You know the safe word just as well as I do, sweetheart. I woulda stopped if you said it," he says, and you sigh. He's right. You hate it, but he's right. You try to hide your smile and shake your head as he kisses you. Slowly, he pulls his fingers from you, swallowing your over-sensitive whines down with gentle licks. A stupid thought wiggles its way into your brain, and you laugh against Joel's lips. Once you start, you can't stop, and Joel looks at you like you're a crazy person. "Now, what is so goddamn funny?" He asks, and you compose yourself enough to look at him.

"Think they'll still tease you over being old after you just made your wife come faster than they ever could?"

#can you tell I’m queer because all my smut is focused on female pleasure #mom June’s being a lesbian on the internet again #the last of us #the last of us fic #the last of request #joel miller requests #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller the last of us #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller one shot #joel the last of us #the last of us fluff #the last of us smut #the last of us x reader #joel tlou

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youunravelme · 2 years ago

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drops of jupiter pt. 2

author’s note: lol i accidentally posted the beginning of this part in part one, so if you saw that, no you didn’t. again, this is not a super light read, deals heavily with depression, though it’s never explicitly stated. think liability by lorde/this is me trying by taylor swift. also i’m sorry for the amount of shrugging and sighing in this fic and the first part. every character is in a constant state of idk.

warnings: cursing, drinking/getting drunk, depression

summary: being friends with your ex wasn’t the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, breaking up with him took that slot.

prompts: “I thought I was going to lose you.” / “i just need you.” / “what the hell were you thinking? / “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving.” / “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

then

“we need to get up,” jack mumbled into your neck, his arm strewn over your waist.

“why?” you asked. “we’re on vacation.”

“vacation with my family. i wouldn’t put it past my brothers to harass us any minute now.”

you hummed and snuggled further into your pillow.

a bang pounded on the door that had you both flinching. you clutched the comforter to your chest even though you were both fully clothed.

“jack get up! we’re going to work out.” you heard quinn’s voice on the other side of the door, and if you listened closely, you could hear luke snickering.

“we’re on vacation!” you called back. “come back at a reasonable hour.”

“7 is reasonable!” quinn replied.

"in what world?” you groaned. but jack got up anyway, tossing on a clean shirt and a pair of joggers. “wait, where are you going?”

jack walked over and kissed your forehead. “go back to sleep, i’ll see you later.”

you watched him walk out before shutting your eyes and succumbing to sleep once more. when you woke up next, you went downstairs and were met with ellen standing at the kitchen island eating toast and eggs.

“you’re awake!” ellen greeted. “want some breakfast?”

you nodded and took a seat at the island. “but i can make it--”

“absolutely not. you’re a guest here, and guests don’t make breakfast for themselves.” she turned around and started cracking eggs into a pan before tossing some toast in the toaster. she seasoned the eggs and let them cook before turning back around to you. “did you sleep well?” she asked. you were fully expecting a teasing tone since you did sleep in the same bed as her son, but she was being genuine.

“slept fine,” you said.

“i bet,” ellen started. “all of you were very busy yesterday.”

and she wasn’t wrong. you spent most of the day on the lake, whether that was sunbathing on the boat or wake boarding. by the time the sun set, you were exhausted.

you glanced around the downstairs. “they still aren’t back yet?”

ellen tossed her head back and laughed. “sweetheart, it’s only been an hour since they’ve left. if anything, they’re probably headed to the ice rink by now.”

“but it’s summer, the rink should be melted?”

ellen grinned at you knowingly. “there’s a public indoor ice rink just ten minutes away. they probably went there after working out at the gym.”

“did jim go with?” ellen nodded. “so it’s just us?”

“just us.” she turned back around to plate your toast and eggs before she placed the plate in front of you. “how have you been? how’s school?”

you shrugged. “it’s been alright. nothing to write home about.”

“jack said you seem to be enjoying it.”

“it’s a step to getting where i want to be.”

“that’s what life’s about, hon. taking it step after step.”

now

you stared at your phone for what felt like years. there was no way this was your life, no way that you deserved any of the kindness that’d been shown to you. there was no earthly explanation for why jack hughes was insisting on you attending one of his games against ahaheim.

“you need to be social,” was his explanation. “besides, the boys missed you.”

quinn was in town for his game happening the next night, trevor was playing against jack and nico that night, and the plan was to go to dinner afterwards.

you were nervous to see quinn again, this being the first time you saw him since the break up. you weren’t sure how his family took it since you made a point not to text or call regardless of how much you missed them. it just wouldn’t be fair to jack.

but he met you outside the arena with a small hug and smile. “it’s been awhile, how have you been?”

you really wished people would stop asking you that.

you shrugged. “nothing much has been going on. how’ve you been? i haven’t kept up with hockey much lately.” truth be told, you didn’t want the reminder and couldn’t bear to keep using jack’s logins. you wondered if your account was still on his netflix.

quinn shrugged as well and nodded his head toward the arena so you both could start walking in. “life’s been normal, busy, but normal.”

“how’re your parents?”

quinn tucked his hands in his pockets. “they’re fine. they ask about you, miss you.”

you almost stopped walking. you never once considered yourself important enough to be noticed, let alone missed. “and luke?”

“still at michigan.”

you fell into a comfortable silence after that, something you’ve always loved about quinn, your ability to just be without any expectation of conversation. as you made your way to your seats, quinn stayed quiet, waiting until you were seated to finally say something.

“what made you come to this game?” he asked.

you wanted to shrug off his comment, to say something flippant, but you’d always been honest with quinn in the past. “jack invited me and i couldn’t say no.”

“but why?”

“i--” you paused. “i don’t know. i don’t think i could deny him of anything if he asked me.”

he nodded, seemingly content with your lackluster answer, maybe because it was the most honest one you’d given in awhile.

as the game began, quinn would make little comments here and there, mainly about jack and his performance. “he’s playing really well,” he’d say.

after jack scored a goal, you saw him scanning the crowd as nico and his teammates rushed him. but he didn’t smile until you two locked eyes. and if you smiled as well, who was to blame you? surely they’ve never seen jack hughes embody the full weight of joy. in the corner of your eye, you could see quinn smirk, but you ignored it in favor of looking at the players.

the both of you walked down to the locker rooms, flashing your lanyards jack had given quinn earlier that day. you stood outside, bouncing on your toes.

“what’s got you so antsy?” quinn asked.

you stopped. just now noticing that you were wringing your hands together. “i--uh--”

“you made it!” nico came out first with his hands open and arms spread wide in greeting.

“why wouldn’t we be here?” quinn asked. “we made plans.”

it was a brief second, but you caught it nonetheless, the glance nico made toward you that said everything all at once. before you could comment, trevor and jack appeared, the latter having the biggest shit-eating grin you’d seen in awhile.

“who’s ready for dinner?” jack asked.

then

“if i was a worm, would you still love me?”

“what?” jack laughed, hands buried in your hair as you rested you head in his lap.

“if i was a worm--”

“no, i heard you. i was just giving you an opportunity to say something else.” you slapped his chest lightly with your hand and abruptly sat up before scooting towards the other side of the couch. “hey no, come back.”

“not until you say that you’d still love me as a worm.”

“would i even know it was you? how did you turn into a worm?”

“an evil wizard came down and turned me into a worm. does that answer your question?”

jack grabbed ahold of your ankles and dragged you back to him. he pressed his lips to the side of your head and smiled. “i’d love you even if you were the smallest worm.”

now

jack picked out a small italian restaurant twenty minutes away from the arena. when he finally pulled up to the building (all of you riding together), your stomach sank. it looked all too familiar.

the last time you’d been there, was the last date you had before you broke things off. part of you wondered if he selected that place on purpose, but the more rational part knew it was his favorite spot in town.

the five of you walked in and got a table. it didn’t go unnoticed that as you all sat down, the only seat left was next to your ex boyfriend.

“it’s nice to have the gang back together,” nico said. “i missed you guys.” you wanted to look down at the table, but when nico made eye contact with you and smiled, you were glad you didn’t.

“are you ready to order?” the server came up and asked. “i can give you a few minutes if you’d like.”

you panicked and looked down at the menu. you hadn’t been here in so long you couldn’t recall what you enjoyed the most. by the time it made it to you, you were no closer to figuring it out.

“you okay?” jack mumbled.

you looked up to see his earnest eyes focused on you and you alone. not the boys, not the pretty server, just you.

“i can’t remember what i usually get.”

jack reached over and pointed to the top left spot on the menu. “you used to get the carbonara.” but you weren’t looking at the menu. no. you were looking at his profile, how focused he was at reading the ingredients to make sure it was something you liked.

you knew it because it’s what he used to do all the time.

“i’ll get the carbonara, please,” you said with a small smile.

the server walked away to place the table’s orders and conversation picked up again.

“so,” trevor started, staring you down across the table with something akin to smugness on his face. “are you seeing anyone?”

“trev,” jack cut in.

“no, i think we should let her answer,” nico said. “i mean, it’s been awhile since we’ve all been together and caught up.”

“i--” you choked out, your heart beating hard in your chest.

“guys cmon,” jack started. “just leave it.”

there was something in you that sparked up at hearing his insistence you keep quiet. something that rebelled against the idea of staying silent.

so you spoke.

“i’ve been on a few dates.”

and the absolute devastation of jack’s face was enough to make you want to take it all back.

then

“do you really think that baseball cap is gonna hide your very recognizable face?” you asked him as you walked into yost ice arena.

“i’m hoping people will be too busy focusing on the game to look at me.”

“how could anyone ignore this handsome face?” you asked, taking your hand and squeezing his cheeks into a fish face.

he smacked your hand away and gripped it in his own, swinging it between both of your bodies. the both of you walked over to the row of seats his family saved.

his mother and father smiled at the sight of you. bringing you into a hug like you were a part of their family. and maybe, to them, you were. you and jack had been together for the better part of three years at that point.

despite not having seen his family in a few months, jack still sat on the outside with you tucked in between him and his mother with his hand resting on your thigh.

a shiver went up your spine spontaneously. jack shot you a look before he threw an arm around your shoulder, bringing you in as close as he could with an arm rest between you two.

“you okay?”

“just forgot how cold ice rinks are,” you replied in hopes he wouldn’t notice your flushed face. three years and that man could still do that to you.

"you get used to it after awhile,” he said as he kissed the side of your head.

no, you thought. i don’t think i will.

now

dinner wasn’t as lively as it once was after your confession. trevor and nico tried to compensate, hell even quinn was making an attempt at conversation, but it was obvious you and jack’s hearts weren’t in it.

he wouldn’t stop staring at you from the corner of his eye and you couldn’t help but stare at the food he remembered you loved right before you shattered his heart again.

it wasn’t long before the five of you were headed home after nico covered the bill. jack drove, leaving you in shotgun, and everyone else in the backseat pretending the tension wasn’t suffocating. jack dropped the boys off at the arena, with nico saying he could take quinn and trevor to their hotels before they all but scrambled out of the car.

which just left the two of you idling in the parking lot.

after jack saw them get into nico’s car, you fully expected him to drive off and take you home. but he just sat there.

“how long did you wait before trying to find someone else?” he asked while staring out the windshield.

“it wasn’t like that--”

“then what was it like? what was i supposed to think? we’ve been broken up for five months now and you’ve been on multiple dates?” his voice escalated.

part of you wanted to shrink back into the seat until you disappeared into the leather, the masochistic part of you fully believed this was what you deserved, the third part felt like a cornered predator.

and that’s what won out in the end.

“oh don’t act like you haven’t gone out with some girls--”

“i haven’t!” that shut you up really quickly. “i haven’t so much as looked at another girl since you broke up with me.” he finally looked at you, but you wished he wouldn’t have. the tears in his eyes triggered that part of you that you’d stifled the past few weeks, the part that constantly reminded you how fucked up you were.

so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

you unlocked the door--

and bolted.

then

you were signing discharge papers when jack burst into your hospital room sweating and disheveled. you smiled when he came in, using one hand to wave him closer.

“what the hell were you thinking? falling off a ladder? what was so important you couldn’t wait until i got home?” he walked over to you and straight into your arms anyway, despite his chiding tone.

the nurse took the papers away to be filed and left him with you.

“it’s just a broken ankle,” you said like one would talk about the weather. “it’ll be healed in a matter of weeks.”

jack pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “i don’t like it. i hate that you got hurt and i wasn’t there.”

“the only one at fault here is me, jack. i was trying to hang up...” you trailed off.

“hang up what?” he asked.

but the nurse came back in with a wheelchair and a smile. “you’re free to go, hon.”

jack wheeled you out to the lobby. the nurse waited with you while he pulled his car up. when his car was parked in the front, he ran back inside and helped you get settled onto your crutches, walking behind you with his hands prepared to catch you should you slip. he helped you into the passenger seat before jogging around the front of the car to drive off.

“so what were you hanging up when you fell off the ladder?”

you smirked. “you’ll see.”

jack rolled his eyes. “if it’s the pictures we got printed, i told you i’d get to it.”

“like i said, baby, you’ll see when you get home.”

he parked in the driveway and told you to stay put until he could help you get out of the car. once you were situated on your crutches, he glanced at you, your leg, and the stairs you would inevitably have to climb before he squatted down and gestured for you to climb on.

“jack, i don’t think this is necessary--”

“i think it’ll go faster if you just hop on and get it over with.”

you sighed and climbed on his back with one arm loosely wrapped around his neck, the other holding onto your crutches, his arms holding your legs in place around his hips. jack went up the stairs with little to no struggle, which just baffled you. even after living in your third floor apartment for eight months, you still found yourself winded after going up all those steps.

“each and every day you find a new way to impress me, hughes,” you commented,

“yeah? what is it this time?”

“how you don’t feel like dying every time you walk up these stairs.”

he laughed but didn’t offer a response.

“no, i’m serious,” you said. “what’s your secret.”

“being a professional athlete,’ he deadpanned.

you threw your head back and laughed as his foot hit the final stair. jack gently placed you down on the ground while you got situated on your crutches again.

“you good?” he asked.

you nodded. “i’m fine.”

jack unlocked the front door and nearly fell backwards into you when a loud “happy birthday” erupted from inside your apartment.

you nudged him forward with your non injured foot but he took a moment to glare at you. “you broke your leg to hang up birthday banners?”

you leaned in and kissed him. “happy birthday, jack.”

now

“get in the car.” jack had opened his door and gotten out almost as fast as you had.

but you shook your head and kept walking. “no.”

jack caught up to you rather easily, being in better shape than you for professional reasons. he gently grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving you here. it’s late, we’re in the middle of a parking lot--”

“it’s well lit--”

“and you’re not wearing a coat,” he continued on like you weren’t even talking. “you’re gonna get sick or kidnapped so please just get back in the car.”

“i can’t,” you whispered.

“why not?”

“because you keep looking at me like you hate me.”

that stopped him dead cold in his tracks. any movement he had, whether it was his hands running through his hair or his pacing back and forth. “what?” and you wanted to take it all back just so you didn’t have to hear how broken one syllable could sound.

and then the tears started, the embarrassment and humiliation and the shame from your confession earlier catching up to you finally. “and i don’t blame you because i was awful to you."

“why would you think that?”

“because everyone does!” and you’re so close to tearing your hair out in frustration. with whom? you weren’t sure if it was frustration aimed at yourself or jack or the situation.

“i’m not everyone,” he said in the quietest tone you’d ever heard him speak. “okay? i could never hate you, even if i wanted to.”

you kept sobbing. “you are way too good for me, jack hughes.”

but he shook his head and brought you into his chest, lips pressed to the top of your head. “that’s not true,” he said. “not even remotely close.” a beat passed. “i love you.”

“jack--”

he took your hand and placed it over his chest. “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

“i can’t do this,” you whispered.

“why not? do you not believe me?”

“i’m no good for you, jack! this won’t work. please, just take me home.”

then

a knock drew you out of your reverie from staring at the mirror and obsessing over your flyaways.

“it’s for you!” your roommate called. you giggled. actually giggled to yourself at the idea of jack standing in your living room with your roommates.

you rushed out, dress flaring at your thighs. jack turned around at the sound of you coming out of your room and smiled with a bouquet daffodils in his hands.

“you uh--” he stuttered. “you look amazing.”

“do a little twirl,” your roommate giggled.

you spun around before walking over to jack. “hi.”

“are you ready?” he asked once he got his bearings.

you nodded. “just let me put these in a vase--”

“i got it!” your roommate said. “you two have fun!” she said before all but shoving you out of the door.

“so what do you have planned?” you asked once you were on the road. you weren’t nervous per se, having known jack for a year before he finally asked you out.

“would you stop?” he laughed. “you’ll find out when we get there.”

you huffed and sat back in your seat, looking out the window while jack played some country music on his phone. when he finally parked, you recognized the arena almost immediately as the one he played in regularly.

“you took your day off from the ice rink to bring me...to the ice rink?”

jack rolled his eyes. “have some faith. stay here,” he said before popping out of the car and jogging around to your side to let you out.

“i could’ve gotten out myself,” you said.

“i know,” he shrugged. “but thank you for waiting anyway.”

you walked inside together, hand in hand. jack led you to the locker rooms where he picked up a bag and took your hand again before leading you to the rink.

before you was a blanket in the middle of the rink with a basket full of what you assumed was food.

“you didn’t,” you said.

jack shrugged.

“but how are we gonna get out there? i don’t have skates.”

he unzipped the bag in his hand and pulled out a pair of skates. “your roommate told me what size shoe you wore. i figured we could eat and then i could show you how to skate.” he explained.

“you bought these?” you asked.

he shrugged again. “yeah, but it was nothing.”

but it wasn’t nothing to you. it was everything.

now

you get the call at 4pm from an athletic trainer asking for your name. your heart settles in your throat when you hear the mention of jack’s name.

“there’s been an accident at the game tonight, he’s being rushed to the hospital right now. we called because he has you listed as his emergency contact.”

“o-okay,” you whispered into the phone. “which hospital is he going to?” the athletic trainer gave you the information as you hurried out the door in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slippers.

you didn’t remember to go the speed limit, hell by the time you got to the hospital, you weren’t even sure if you ran a red light or not. all you could focus on was jack.

jack was hurt.

you needed to call ellen. you needed to call jim. you needed to call that old lady who lived across the hall and ask her to check if you locked your front door. but all of that took a backseat because jack was hurt.

when you parked, you were taking up two spaces, but didn’t give a fuck because you were sprinting to the front doors of the hospital. “hi,” you greeted the front desk woman. “i’m here for my boyfriend?”

“you’ll have to be a little more specific, baby,” she said.

“i--”

you heard your name being called and whipped your head around to see the athletic trainer standing there. “i can show you to his room, follow me.”

you nearly cried in relief and followed the trainer. “do you know what’s going on?”

the trainer shook her head. “we had an idea, but we’re not doctors.”

you nodded, unable to say anything else, even as you entered the elevator. the both of you walked out of the elevator and headed down a long hallway to the very end. she gestured at the door and nodded for you to go in.

you couldn’t breathe. not when even when you saw him laying in bed laughing at a tiktok on his phone with his left leg propped up.

he looked up when you walked in the room. “hey--” but he didn’t have time to finish before you were sprinting across the room, grabbing his face in your hands, and kissing the life out of him.

it took him a second, but he responded fairly quickly, his own hands winding around your waist. you weren’t sure how much time passed before you were pulling away and looking him in the eyes.

“are you okay?” he nodded, rendered speechless by your display of affection. “i’m sorry, they called me and i freaked out and i didn’t even get to change--”

“did you--” he looked at you, more specifically what you were wearing. “you’re not wearing pants or a coat. are you insane? it’s freezing outside and you’re not even wearing real shoes!”

“they said you were hurt,” you said like it explained everything. “i couldn’t think, i just dropped everything and...”

“why?

“i--”

“you rejected me the other night, which is fine, it sucked, but it’s fine. but it doesn’t explain why you showed up. i think i at least deserve an answer.”

you do, you thought to yourself. that and so much more.

“i’m your emergency contact,” you replied.

“shit,” he said. “sorry i forgot to change that, i’ll--”

“and you’re still mine.” he stopped his rambling as you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. “when i got the call, i thought i was gonna lose you.”

“you’re never gonna lose me, baby.” he moved your hands off his face so he could hold yours. “i’m yours, always have been, always will be.”

“i love you,” you smiled.

and it was like the sun came out in the middle of that hospital room when he smiled back at you. jack pulled your lips to his, or at least tried to. you both kept smiling too much for it to fully be considered a kiss.

“do you remember,” you said against his mouth. “do you remember when you moved out and took all our stuff?”

“mhm,” he hummed, but he was too busy chasing after your lips.

“i kept the skates.”

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #my writing

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set of drabbles i did for @februairy's cute badminton au :)

"what do you mean you have us in different rooms?!"

"exactly what i said." shanks raises his hands to rest on his hips as he puts his metaphorical foot down. "this is an important competition, and i need you both to be all-in, one hundred percent. that means no needless distractions."

he raises his index finger when sabo opens his mouth to argue. "none of that. i've given you my reason and your only choice. unless you'd rather find somewhere else to stay on your own dime?"

sabo's mouth snaps shut. this time, when shanks offers him the room key, sabo wordlessly swipes it from his hand. he picks his training bag back up off the floor and storms away further inside the gym, muttering over his shoulder about getting in more reps while everyone else goes out to eat.

it's to blow off steam, so shanks doesn't say anything against it. hopefully the extra exertion will clear sabo's head.

when sanji opens the door to his hotel room, he finds his doubles partner on the other side instead of his assigned roommate. he can't help the surprise that pulls across his face. "what about sabo?"

"he kicked me out!" usopp exclaims, going from looking bashful to suddenly being very indignant – literally kicking the air. "then he made me switch him room keys!" his hand falls away from his suitcase handle so it teeters on its own to stay upright on the plush hallway carpet. "do you see what the problem is with that? it wasn't even his room to dictate what happens in!"

his other hand slides away from the strap to his overnight bag, essentially leaving both arms free to cross over his chest. "but if anyone asks, ace told me to say it was actually him that did all this. like anyone would believe that, hm? ace wasn't the one who stormed off earlier when we all got room assignments."

no, but he did stay behind to deal with his petty princess, sanji drily thinks as he finally holds the door open wider. usopp slouches where he stands and moves inside with all his luggage.

"well, look on the bright side, hm? neither of us has to deal with having a roommate that wants to be with someone else."

usopp nods wordlessly, still feeling prickly and dejected both at once. "really i'm just glad there's no cover story i have to keep up with. at least we won't have to deal with the fallout."

neither of them mention that it probably won't be an issue at all, because when shanks is personally traveling and organizing his athletes, his oversight is notably lax most of the time. it's not like he'll come upstairs to personally check everyone is where they're supposed to be for the night. aside from the grief given at the beginning, it's over now, for all intents and purposes.

besides, he'd meant what he said. he'd much rather room with usopp than have to deal with the world's most pouty prima-donna for the next four days.

sabo puts his arms in the sleeves of his pullover and then stretches them above his head in a last attempt to pop his spine. he's not given a chance to lower them and shrug the rest of the pullover on because ace comes up behind him and sags into his still-arched back.

sabo carefully resists a forming shudder when he feels ace's arms worm around his middle, fingers immediately roving along his sides. "ace, we really should go down to eat breakfast," he tries.

"gimme one more minute," ace mumbles into the back of sabo's jersey. "i need more sabo time to myself before we have to go out in public."

sabo snorts, because it's not like they'll be coming right back up or anything. he's not stuffing his feet into anything but slide-ons before 10AM if he can help himself. and he doesn't want to deal with bringing any of their practice stuff downstairs if they're not immediately going to leave.

his attempt at thinking of a snappy reply fails when ace's lips start working up the back of his neck. sabo does shudder this time, back finally relaxing from the unnatural position, and his arms come down from overhead to land lightly on ace's own. "ace, c'mon. let's go get food."

ace releases him to finish getting dressed himself, leaving sabo alone to resume putting his light jacket on. his commentary still filters over to sabo, though, both unnecessary and unwarranted.

"we could just go out to eat. there's that bakery down the road along the way to the training facility, and the woman who owns it likes watching us compete."

"we're trying to save money," sabo reminds him lightly, then smirks as he recalls exactly what they're saving money for. "hotel breakfast is free. if you want something specific later, we can nag shanks into taking everyone to eat again."

he opens the door for ace and doesn't attempt to decipher ace's mumbling after being met with a dull look. it was probably about how they could've gone to eat last night (or at least ace could have, if he hadn't offered to stay late with sabo) and sabo's better off leaving the exact wording of such a mystery.

but he does tune back in once they're in the elevator, ace speaking a bit louder and from a bit closer when he wonders aloud if they'd get something for free from the bakery if they let it slip that they're engaged now.

sabo puts an elbow in his side before the elevator doors can slide shut.

"you're late" are the first words koala says to sabo that morning when he sets his food tray down in front of the modest table she's claimed. she's said it for the sole purpose of riling him up and it works. she looks on in amusement when he pulls his chair out more harshly than intended.

"there's no set meal schedule, dearest, but thanks for grinding my gears. i can always count on you for that."

koala puts a hand over her heart. "what are friends for?"

sabo sits down heavily and leans into the backrest of the chair with a long-drawn sigh. "yeah, well, if you want someone to blame, then it's totally ace's fault for not getting up."

koala raises a brow at the wording. come to think of it, she had watched the two of them walk into the dining hall together. "you stayed with him? how'd you manage that? didn't you send me a whole long angry text last night about shanks being a literal demon from hell?"

"i switched rooms," sabo bites, throwing his head back to say this as snootily as possible. (ugh. it's too early for her to deal with this attitude from him.) "it's fine. shanks obviously doesn't understand the needs of teammates who are together romantically, so i just corrected his mistake on my own."

"and does he know about this correction?"

sabo purses his lips and ducks into his small bowl of porridge. "no," he mumbles.

"your 'needs' huh?" koala prods, smirking when sabo glances back up at her. she raises a brow instead of verbally asking the question.

sabo rolls his eyes and stabs his spoon back into the pile of mush. "we didn't do anything like that."

"like what?" ace pipes up, finally within hearing distance. when sabo only shrugs his shoulders, he wordlessly looks past his head to koala, but she only seals her lips. "well, glad you two are having fun with your secrets," he mildly snarks.

he pulls out a chair next to sabo and slides into it. "i still think we should've hit the bakery instead, by the way. the sesame cookies are already out, and when i asked, a server told me they were done making them for the day!"

"could've woken up earlier," sabo mutters. then, louder, "and we're still trying to save money."

"hah!" ace leans back precariously in his seat, ignoring his plate of cannoli to be petulant. "so when you want something, it's suddenly a necessary expense, but when i do the same it's a waste of money to even consider?"

"yes, that's right!" sabo proclaims haughtily, stabbing his spoon back into his breakfast. across from them, koala can't help but laugh at their comedy performance.

"aren't you used to him being this way by now?" she asks ace when ace glares at her. she also reaches into her bag at the same time to pull out a collection of thumb-sized cookies she has wrapped in a napkin. "you're lucky i'm so thoughtful," she says to him before he can get out a retort, offering him the small handful of the same sweets he'd been complaining about not getting to eat. "and that i thought of you earlier when i saw these and realized how quickly they were going."

"you're right, i completely forgive you and love you," ace rushes to say as he accepts the gift. at his side, sabo purses his lips and huffs at the wording, but ace ignores him completely in favor of tossing a small cookie into his mouth. "you're literally the best."

koala inclines her chin, leering over at sabo when he happens to look up at her. "i'm the best," she gloats.

she should have expected sabo to snap at some point, yet the heel suddenly digging into her shin makes her realize she'd thought of this a tad too late.

"oh, that? i can tell you about that," robin says to sanji and usopp during lunch. she'd heard an abridged version from koala earlier of the conversation she'd had with sabo that morning. "shanks found out those two got engaged recently and thought rooming them together would be a needless distraction."

that's the short of it, but it sure does paint matching looks of surprise on both of the athletes sitting across from her. they've both paused with food halfway to their mouths. she chuckles at the sight, hiding her open lips behind one hand.

"oh," both of them say simultaneously. then, from just sanji, "ok, yeah, i'd be pissed too. what a dick move. that's a valid reason."

"how long have they been engaged?" usopp asks around a bite of his sandwich. "was that supposed to stay a secret?"

"i don't think so, it just hasn't been too long," robin assures him. "i actually don't know the specifics. you'll have to direct your inquiries to either of them."

"yeah, no thanks," usopp mutters. "if shanks nearly had his head bitten off, i'd hate to see what happens to me."

"well, he did incite them," sanji reminds him. "i'm sure ace wouldn't mind telling us."

he specifically says ace because they both know he's the more easy-going of the pair, and also when sabo is confronted with something he doesn't want to share, he immediately becomes the world's most frigid ice queen.

"sabo might be happy to spill details, if you catch him at the right time," robin mentions. "it's his engagement too. i wouldn't be surprised to learn he's more excited than ace."

alright, yeah, that's a good counter-point to consider. both sanji and usopp think that over.

"after dinner?" usopp suggests.

"no, neither of them drink during a competition." sanji shakes his head. "maybe after the plane ride back home? if he's too tired, he might reveal something without thinking on it."

"if he's too tired, he just won't give us the time of day," usopp counters.

"what about after they win this week?" robin suggests.

which. is a good idea, in theory. but they would have to win, which is not a one-hundred percent guarantee.

but it is something to think over.

koala bites on her lip and sags into sabo's side again to bemoan her fate. below them, the current women's singles match-up is their own teammate reiju versus an athlete from sweden. "how can someone look so hot while sweating so much?" she says, completely aghast.

she makes the mistake of glancing up at him after saying this, bearing witness to the large smirk taking up his face. he opens his big mouth and already she knows she wants no part in this. "well–"

"yeah, i don't need unnecessary commentary from the man with a boyfriend," she gripes, leaning off of him. thankfully, sabo shuts his mouth and only shrugs, still looking smug but at least remaining silent about it. "speaking of which, where did ace go? wasn't he just here?"

sabo looks to his other side to confirm ace has indeed disappear. he looks miffed at this but keeps his answer perfectly indifferent. "how should i know? i'm not his keeper."

"you're right, he's just yours," koala says before she can help himself. sabo gasps, completely and justly indignant, and the look on his face is the perfect reward for ruffling his feathers again.

koby notices ace and sabo from the distance, but it takes him getting closer and a moment of observation to realize they're monitoring their competition and not merely engaged in conversation.

because from further back, it does look like something different. he stops short to watch ace wrapping an arm around sabo's back, tugging him closer with a hold around his middle. from the angle koby is to them, he can see ace gesturing down to the court with his other hand. they're both talking quietly with their heads huddled close together.

casual intimacy between doubles partners is nothing new, but koby can't help but add another mental notch to the running total he has in his head telling him this is another moment between this specific pair that qualifies more as pda.

he's kept this count going since the olympics ended, when he'd first begun to notice the change in the pair's affection for each other. it's not relative or important, really, but sometimes he can't turn off his observant eye. not for the first time, he thinks about asking after it in an unofficial capacity. maybe if it's off-the-record, they'd tell him if something had changed.

before he can think more on this, someone is calling out to him. specifically, someone says "hey four-eyes!" and from experience and the cadence, koby knows it's luffy before he turns around to acknowledge the athlete.

"hi," he greets luffy a bit lamely, still caught up in his thoughts. "you have another match?"

"no, i'm done for the day," luffy reveals. "i'm just sticking around to watch ace and sabo." he pointedly looks over koby's shoulder to see the duo not far away, realizing koby had been facing that direction. "do i need to get them for you?"

"oh, no, that's fine," koby insists, raising both hands to wave luffy's suggestion off. he peers over his shoulder as well, noting that the pair are even closer together than they were before, and quickly turns back to face luffy. "they, uh, look preoccupied as-is. i'd hate to ruin their concentration."

luffy looks at the pair again and takes koby's words into account. "oh, they're always like that now."

now implies that something has changed recently, though koby's not hell-bent on knowing anymore. the distance between the four of them isn't large, and he'd hate to be overheard, even if he is still curious.

luffy steamrolls along, though, not realizing the gravity of the situation. "probably because they're getting married soon? they've been a lot more touchy-feely since getting engaged."

sirens blare in koby's head, and he has to resist the temptation to look back behind him again. "oh, ok," he says, suddenly overwhelmed. that does make sense. it is a good explanation. it's also probably something he should not be privy to, especially if it's a recent development.

luffy must realize this too, because he perks up and grabs koby by both his shoulders. "i'm saying this to you as my friend, koby, not as a journalist."

"yeah, i got it," koby wheezes. "you can trust me. i won't say a word."

"maybe we should come back to korea," ace says at the end of their stay. they're both outside on the veranda, some light alcohol still in either of their glasses though neither are keen on finishing it off. it had been a celebratory move that both are regretting, especially with the summer heat bearing down on them. even in the dark of night, the blush on sabo's fair-skinned cheeks is still evident.

"after the season is over," ace says aloud, though they both know the implication. after we get married, he means. "we can book a room at the shilla and sight-see for a few days. or just chill in there. not like there's a lack of things to do."

sabo had been about to reply, but at the mention of the luxury resort hotel, he chokes. gasping for breath, he swallows the rest of his champagne in an attempt to quickly recover. "isn't that just a tad too expensive??"

"eh, we can splurge a bit." ace shrugs, then grins over at sabo. "it'll be another thing to save up for. if you want to."

"well i don't not want to," sabo admits, which is progress. as long as he's considering the possibility, that's good enough for ace.

"they even have their own bakery inside," ace adds, which only makes sabo groan.

"will you let that go already?"

#op #writing #saboace #going thru the tag and using everything i know in an attempt to do this correctly heheeee #also koby being the sports reporter that ace has to shield sabo from def altered how i wrote his scene w luffy #i knew he was there but i forgot abt ace teasing him to accommodate sabo and its so good!!!#wanted that to show in how koby perceives ace and ace's interaction w sabo #(and that ace would bite his head off first in his eyes if he made a wrong assumption abt them or learned smth he shouldn't)#also lmaoooo its so much fun to write sabo like this i dont give myself the chance to do so very often #ik you were debating more nationals athletes but i saw reijus name again and blacked out and here we are #wanted to write zoro and perona into this but i ran outta ideas whoops #maybe next time ;)#(also i didn't know if hack or shanks or both are national team travel coach/chaperones #so i just chose the one more likely to be petty about not being in on the engagement as soon as it happened heh)

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destinedfordiaperstories · 10 months ago

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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 12

Chapter Eleven here.

Sammy groggily woke up from her nap. Even she had to admit she felt much better after the nap, despite how hard it was to fall asleep.

She was still reeling from the morning. The Little Registration office, the mess, the public diaper change, the realization that she’d never drive again. It all felt like an open wound that hasn’t had any time to heal.

A quick glance at the clock reveals she’s been asleep for two hours. She’s hungry; a feeling confirmed by the telltale rumble in her stomach. Hopefully Allie has lunch, she thinks.

As she gets out of bed, she hears the crinkling of her diaper. It still feels so foreign. She wonders if she’ll ever get used to it—our out of diapers ever again. The thought fills her with dread and disappointment. How could she be in diapers? Lost in thought, Sammy walks downstairs, not even thinking about how she’s dressed.

Alyssa is sitting on the couch reading one of her favorite murder mystery novels. She smiles as she sees Sammy waddling into the room, not even realizing she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper. She looks so cute, she thinks to herself.

But Alyssa decides to not make a big deal about it to keep Sammy’s spirits up. Besides, it won’t be long until this is the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey Sammy, how’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Sammy responds, “I’m a little hungry though.”

“I figured you might be, lucky for you I made us some tomato soup and have grilled cheese ready to go on the heat. That sound good?”

“Yes, that sounds amazeballs, Allie. Just what the doctor ordered.”

“I had a hunch you’d be happy. Want to come help me make it?”

“I do, actually, I want to watch the magician in action, maybe steal some of your tricks.”

Sammy was almost sounding like her old self, Alyssa thought to herself. She wanted to keep that going, even if it meant ignoring the sagging wet diaper on Sammy. Sammy didn’t even seem to notice, and Alyssa figured it could wait until she’s eaten. Everyone is happier with a full tummy.

Alyssa puts the soup on the stove and gets the pan ready for grilled cheese. “So I talked to my parents, and they LOVE the movie night idea! Everyone is excited to see you! Lindsay asked if you wanted to watch Mean Girls since it was both of your favorite movie.”

“Linds always chooses the perfect movie,” Sammy says, “a quiet night with everyone is exactly what I need after…well, you know.”

“It’s been a tough day, that’s for sure! But now you’re all rested, about to have a delicious meal in your tummy, and going to have a great night watching big girl movies!”

Something about the way Allie said “big girl movies” made Sammy uneasy, but before she could dwell on it, Allie placed a bowl of tomato soup and plate of grilled cheese in front of her. Sammy was too hungry to worry anymore.

Sammy greedily ate her lunch, leaving only the “icky” crust on the plate. Even Sammy was startled when she called it “icky,” but Alyssa just smiled as she removed the crust.

“Alright Sammy,” Alyssa started, “now that you got a full belly I think it’s time to change that diaper.”

Alyssa felt bad breaking Sammy out of her spell. Sammy clearly hadn’t given any thought to the state of her diaper. Alyssa represses her smile, she knows Sammy is in the beginning stages of her transition, so these sudden moments of clarity will be jarring to Sammy. At least, for now.

Sammy’s eyes flashed with embarrassment at the sudden realization that she not only ate lunch in nothing but a T-shirt and a diaper, but didn’t even know she was wet. Panic welled in Sammy’s throat. How could she not even realize how she was dressed? Or that her diaper was wet?

“I-I-I didn’t even k-know it was wet, Allie,” Sammy blubbered, “w-what’s happening to me?”

Allie grabbed Sammy, hoping to stop the tears before they started. “Sammy, listen to me,” she consoled, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You had a very difficult morning and you just woke up from a nap. Of course your brain was sluggish! I’m sure you’ll notice any accidents later if they happen.”

Alyssa knew it was a lie. But now wasn’t the time. Tonight was Sammy’s last night as a “big girl.” Sammy may not know it yet, but why ruin it for her? Tonight was for Sammy. Her last night to hang out with her best friend before their relationship completely changed. To watch one last adult movie before they become too mature for her. One last night to drink soda. One last night to stay up late. One last night before Samantha becomes Sammy permanently.

“I guess, Allie,” Sammy sniffled, holding back tears, “it’s just scary not even realizing my diaper is wet. I don’t even remember going.”

“Well of course not, Sammy! You were sleeping,” Alyssa comforted Sammy, “and it’s not surprising after this morning! Look—we can make a big deal about it or we can just let it slide. I, for one, don’t hold it against you even for a second. So why are you embarrassed? Why cry over it? Let’s just change that diaper and head over to see Linds. And we won’t mention it again. Sound good?”

Sammy sighed, “you’re right, Allie. Thanks for not making me feel bad about it, though.”

“I will never—ever—tease you or make you feel bad for your diapers or anything else. Do you hear me? I don’t want you to ever be embarrassed in front of me. I will be your biggest cheerleader, biggest supporter, and biggest defender from now until forever, okay?”

“Okay, Allie,” Sammy said, cheering up, “but Lindsay and your parents don’t know about my diapers right?”

“Not a thing, Sammy.”

Go to Chapter Thirteen.

#ab/dl babygirl #ab/dl community #ab/dl fiction #cg/l #ab/dl lifestyle #cg/l community #cg/l little #diaper community #sammyslittleproblem #little space #little space community

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Reunions

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Stephen?" Sam called as he stepped into the building, quickly closing the door behind him. He looked around, seeing there were grand split stairs that led to an upstairs part of the Sanctorum. A set of stairs between the split stairs led downstairs to a basement.

It was quiet and Sam had no idea what to do. He had tossed his phone so he couldn't be tracked, and it wasn't like there was a bell he could ding to get Sorcerer's attention.

He decided he might as well start searching the place. His best bet would be to find a library if there was one. He knew there was one in Kamar-Taj- he had seen it. But he had no idea if there was one here.

Probably, right? Stephen ran the place.

"Sam?" Stephen's voice laced with surprise said at the top of the stairs. He floated down to him with the red cape and settled in front of him. "What's wrong? Your face." Stephen touched the bruise lightly with his fingers. "We have ice in the k-"

Sam fell forwards into Stephen, wrapping his arms around him tightly, and just breathing in his scent.

"What's wrong bubs?" Stephen asked softly, pulling Sam back so he could look him in the eyes. "What happened with the Avengers?"

"How much time do you have?" Sam asked wryly.

"For you I have all the time in the world." Stephen smiled a little.

Stephen led him to the bedroom, which was huge. Sam and him sat on the bed and he reiterated the entire story. He started with the mission in Lago with Rumlow, mostly because it ended with Rumlow. It seemed fitting that way, almost poetic.

He released a deep breath when he reached the end. "I couldn't. . . If Steve hadn't shown up she would have been. . . right in front of me and I couldn't do a damn thing. I felt so useless."

"It's okay." Stephen kissed the top of his head. "It all worked out in the end. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Steve took her to Wakanda." Sam sighed. "I hope she is okay."

"I can find out for you." Stephen said softly. "Stark is a very public person after all. I'm sure if anything happens one way or another it will be made public."

Sam sighed and nodded, "Thank you." After a moment he said, "I need to pack."

"Pack? Why?" Stephen asked, confused.

Sam chuckled, "You were listening, right photographic memory guy? I'm a criminal now. On the run. I can't stay here."

Stephen smirked, "You did forget I'm a Sorcerer right?"

"Wizard." Sam corrected and Stephen rolled his eyes.

"This building is protected. No one can get in. You're safe here. Well, safe from non-sorcerer's. Now if some bad sorcerer's attack that another story." Stephen sighed, "But I don't think there's many of those left."

Sam looked at him. "And I can stay?"

"Of course you can." Stephen said, pulling him completely into his arms. "I'll keep you safe."

Sam smiled, turning his head into Stephen's chest. "I love you Steph."

"I love you too bubs." Stephen said softly, kissing the top of his head again. "Get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

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"You sure about this?" Steve asked as he approached Bucky, who was sitting on the examination table. He was wearing a white tank top and white sweatpants, matching the white aesthetic of the room. His metal arm had been removed and capped with black cloth.

"I can't trust my own mind." Bucky answered. "So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing." Steve nodded, "For everybody."

Steve did his best not to cry. He'd promised he wouldn't do that so Bucky didn't feel any guilt or feel bad about going into cryo. But Steve had just gotten him back, he didn't want to lose him so soon. Who knew how long this was going to take?

Well, he had waited many years before. He could wait a few more years. And who knew? Wakanda was more advanced than anyone suspected. Perhaps it would be only months.

He stepped closer, leaning in and lightly kissing Bucky on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." Bucky said, then pulled Steve into a deeper kiss. "That's how you do it punk."

Steve smiled.

But his heart felt as heavy as a rock as he watched the glass shield rise up before him, air hissing as Bucky closed his eyes, turning to ice.

T'Challa found him staring out the windows onto the Wakandan plane. "Thank you for this." Steve spoke first, looking out at the beautiful forest. Y/N was even on her way home, in fact she might've even been hugging Tony at this moment. Steve smiled a little, thinking of the Princess of Asgard and how much she would have liked Wakanda too.

"Your soulmate and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace. . ."

"You know, if they find out he's here. . . they'll come for him." Steve fretted.

"Let them try."

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"Y/N" Tony hugged you as tightly as you stepped off of the Wakandan air ship. General Ross was waiting in the background, official paperwork in his hands. "Fuck I'm so glad that you're okay."

"Mommy!" Everleigh came toddling over the grass, a barbie doll in her hands. She was crying as you scooped her up into your arms. "Mommy you're home!"

"Hi sweetheart." You whispered, crying yourself, kissing her forehead over and over again, "Yeah, I'm home."

"You are aware that you left The Raft, where you were imprisoned." General Ross said, stepping forwards, clearing his throat.

"Not in front of my daughter." Tony hissed under his breath to the General. "We said we wouldn't do it in front of our daughter."

General Ross sighed and raised his eyebrows. You looked down at Everleigh, wiping her tears from her cheeks. "Where is your Uncle Rhodey?"

"He's inside." Everleigh answered.

"Can you go join him for a moment? Daddy and I will be inside in a moment. We just have to talk to Mr. Ross, okay?"

You put her down on the grass and she toddled back off to the Avengers Compound. General Ross opened up the paper.

"Are you aware," You started angrily. "That Brock Rumlow, who you declared deceased came into The Raft, broke open my cell, half beat me to death while trying to rape me? And that the only reason I'm okay is because Steve Rogers saved me?"

"He cut Rumlows' head off with a shield." General Ross bit off.

"Good." Tony snapped. "He deserved it."

"Stark has managed to persuade the judges to not put you back in. If you agree to a court date and sign these papers, you will stay out. You will be put under house arrest for five years."

Five years without stepping off the Avengers Compound? You sucked in breath and sighed, "Fine."

You were given the paperwork, which Tony immediately took from your hands, "We'll send it in." He hooked his arm over your shoulders, steering you away from the General.

"Next time I see Rogers I'll have to thank him." Tony said once you were inside the building, coming to a stop and pulling you into a tighter hug than before. "Fuck I was terrified when I heard."

"I'm okay." You smiled, "It. . . is kind've blurry if I'm going to be honest. Steve was there pretty quickly. And they took very good care of me. . . where we went." You said, knowing that the entire place was probably under surveillance now.

"Y/N! Hey!" Rhodey greeted you. He was wearing a leg brace on his left leg, though not on his right.

"Hey." You said, hugging him tightly and then checking him out. "How are the legs?"

"Fine." Rhodey waved it away. "Your friend is a good healer."

You smiled a little and then looked around. It seemed a lot quieter than before, emptier as well. "Who else is here?"

Rhodey hesitated and then answered, "Just us."

"Not even Vision? Or Nat?" You asked in shock, trying to remember who else had been on Tony's side of the war. The spider kid probably had his own family and he had never been in the Compound before anyways.

"Visions gone. We think he might've gone underground with Wanda." Tony sighed. "It makes sense considering they're soulmates. And um, Nat's on the run too. She turned on T'Challa to help Steve and Barnes escape."

You wanted to scream and rip your hair out at the same time. The Accords had torn you all apart. But you were still certain that you had been on the right side. The Avengers shouldn't have to give up their rights as heroes. General Ross had wanted to put Tony in jail just for not bringing them in. That was what you and the others had been trying to stop.

"I'm sorry." You sighed. You looked between the two of them. "I'm sorry you got hurt, both of you. I'm sorry I had to fight the two of you but. . . but I would fight it again. Because I feel that I fought for the right thing. I'm sorry we disagree."

Tony sighed, rubbing your shoulder, "I understand Pumpkin. I really do. And maybe. . . yeah maybe I saw some concerning things afterwards. Maybe I do see why you didn't want to sign. But I also think I'm still on the right side. We just have to live with that."

You smiled a little and then said, "Alright. That's settled. Now, how about we go and find Everleigh and just. . . be a family again? All of us?"

"That, sounds like an amazing idea." Tony said.

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"Where's Thor?" Elizabeth asked as she stepped into the library. She rolled her shoulders, feeling exhausted. She hoped that Bucky got the treatment that he needed from T'Challa and that he and Steve lived a happily ever after like they deserved.

"Is that really how you greet your master after being on Midgard for so long?" Loki purred, a smirk on his face to show he was- mostly- joking.

Elizabeth came over, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek, before looking over his shoulder at the scrolls he was reading. "What are these about?"

"The foreseeable downfall of Asgard." Loki sighed. "Odin is gone, Thor is off fighting Surtur, trying to gain what we need to stop the fall of our kingdom."

Elizabeth smoothed his black curls away from his face, "How long have you been up sweetheart?"

"I didn't want to sleep without you." Loki admitted softly. "You know I can't."

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth said, sitting down next to him.

"No." Loki shook his head. "You did what you needed to do. And I wasn't going to stop you. That man you went to help. . . James. You did it because of me."

Elizabeth looked up at him under her lashes and smiled a little. "Yeah, I did."

Loki rolled up the scroll and set it away, reaching for her hand, "And did you do what you needed to?"

"Yes. There is a new man there, his name is Vision. He's the robot that Thor created and he has the yellow stone- the mind stone- in his forehead. I can't see any way of removing it without killing him and Wanda, his soulmate, is to powerful to stop. Sam's soulmate, Stephen, has the time stone. But those are the only ones on Earth I believe." Elizabeth said calmly.

"We are fighting two battles pet." Loki sighed. "And we may lose one."

Elizabeth leaned into him, closing her eyes. "But, we have today. So let's go to bed and be together. This can wait a few more hours."

Loki picked the scroll up and then stood up. Elizabeth went with him. "Just for a little while then."

Elizabeth slipped her hand into his and the two of them left the library.

"Are the kids asleep?" She asked as they neared the bed chambers. Guards lined the doors, nodding to them- her- as they passed.

"Yes, do you want to see them?" Loki asked, pausing in front of their daughters door.

"I won't be but a moment." Elizabeth squeezed his hand. "I'll meet you in our chambers. . . master."

Loki smirked and strode down the hallway. Elizabeth slipped into her childrens room. They were both fast asleep and she kissed their foreheads. They stirred, but didn't wake, and she thought about Earth.

She missed the planet. It had been wonderful to be back down there again. She sighed, smoothing her daughters hair back from her forehead and leaving the room slowly.

Bucky.

Steve.

She paused in her tracks and sighed, looking out at the glorious moon through the glass windows.

Well, it didn't matter anyways. She was happy here. She loved Loki more than anything or anyone besides her children. Bucky and Steve were not meant for her anyways. If they were, she would have been soulmated to them in the first place.

She chuckled a little to herself and then hurried down to the bed chambers.

Besides, she loved Loki more.

And they had a long life together ahead of them.

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