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stanknotstark · 3 years ago

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A Little Pain (And A Lil Glory)

i have to thank @high-functioning-lokipath for helping me with all my questions about migraines. Thank you SO much, you’re amazing 💜 Anyways! I made the reader go through all four stages of migraines (prodrome, aura, attack, and post-drome!)

Summary: REQUEST. Loki helps with your migraine.

PRODROME

You open the fridge and lightly hum as you search through the contents. Loki walks in and sees you which in turn makes him change his decision to make coffee and to instead come up to your back and hug you from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“What is my beloved searching for?” He asks, his lips finding your neck and leaving pecks there. You sigh and tilt your head so he may continue kissing with easier access. He notices the movement is strained, as if your neck is a bit stiff.

“I’m kind of craving moon berries.”

Loki heeds no thought to the craving and pulls from you. “Moon berries? I don’t think Thor brought many back the last time he made a trip to Asgard.” Loki finishes the sentence with a small hum. He gently moves you aside and waves his hand in front of the refrigerator. You gasp when a secret shelf appears from nowhere.

Loki chuckles at your excitement as he opens the newly appeared drawer. “I do not share everything we bring back and if you dare tell a soul-”

You hop on your toes with excitement coursing through your body and smile at Loki. “You’ll kill me, I know!”

Loki sputters but laughs. “No, I was going to say I will punish you. I could never kill you, my love.”

You let out a small, embarrassed oh but gasp and hop up to kiss Loki when he pulls two moon berries from the drawer and gives them to you.

AURA

Next, Loki becomes suspicious when you’re talking to him but keep glancing away to a specific spot in the room just over his shoulder.

“Darling?” He questions when you glance away once more. Your eyes are quick to snap back to him at his question.

“Sorry, I keep seeing something flashing over there, Tony must have left a tablet where the sun could shine on it or something.” You wave off Loki’s concern.

When you’re both done talking and you have returned to your floor Loki still sits there. He gets up and makes his way to the area you had been looking at. Nothing is there but a bare ottoman. Loki realizes what is occurring because he had read up on migraines so he could better attend to yours that had grown from rare to often occurring.

Loki wants to wave this off with doubt just because he really hopes you don’t have an oncoming migraine. He hates when you’re in pain.

Loki can’t deny the evidence anymore because the next day you claim you must have slept on your arm wrong, it has pins and needles all day.

ATTACK

You groan and shift further under the blankets of your bed when the lights switch on.

“Darling, it’s two in the afternoon, you need to get up and at least eat something.” Loki chides softly as he walks through your room and comes to rest on the edge of your bed.

When Loki slowly lifts the covers to see you, you look at him with squinty eyes, your hand coming up to shield them and practically hiss.

“Migraine.” Is all you supply Loki. Loki nods with understanding and climbs under the covers with you. When he drops the covers you both look at each other in the dark lighting.

You wince at a particular throb on the right side of your head. It feels as though someone has hit you over the head with a rock. The pain starts from the base of your skull and climbs up towards your eye. Loki brings his hands up, between the both of you, and rests his fingers on each of your temples. You close your eyes and he begins kneading with moderate pressure. You sigh and melt into his calloused hands.

“Have you taken medicine yet?” Loki whispers into the enclosed space. You whisper out a no to which Loki responds with a disappointed sound.

You nearly whimper when Loki pulls his fingers from your temple. You can’t stop the way your body leans forward into his receding hands. Loki hushes at you then he’s waving his hands in the enclosed space, the blankets wavering with the movement, and a bottle of menstrual medicine appears.

You let out a strained smile. “Do you keep menstrual medicine on you at all times?”

“Perhaps,” Loki opens the bottle with ease and tilts the bottle. Two pills fall into his hand and he hands them to you. All these movements come off as awkward considering you’re under the covers. “You have been having more migraines recently, and I read these really help migraines...do you need water?” Loki asks you with a small frown on his face.

“No.” You grab the pills and swallow them with practiced movements.

“Well, I pride myself in being prepared for everything.” Loki continues as he watches you settle back down. He quickly magics the bottle away and looks at you again from his side.

“Always ten steps ahead…” You mutter as you close your eyes again.

“Precisely.” Loki replies satisfied as he brings his fingers to your temple and begins massaging again. This time his fingers stray from your temples and knead through your hair.

“Which side is it?” He asks softly.

“Right.”

Loki moves his hands, one supporting the left side of your head and the other kneading into the right side. It feels amazing, so much so that you let out a relieved groan. “Thanks.” You murmur.

Loki lets his hands work on you for a minute before he is pulling away again. “I apologize. I feel like I might actually suffocate in this heat.” Loki chuckles out. He waves his hand and you see your room’s lights flash off. Loki yanks the covers from over your heads and takes in a deep breath. “Norns.” He huffs out causing you to lightly laugh but it’s cut off when you wince and bring your hands up to hold your head.

Loki is quick to turn back to you and rests his hands over yours on your head. His face is etched with concern and bewilderment. “I will never understand why you will not just let me use magic to remedy your migraines.”

“That’s cheating.” You spout out petulantly. You open your eyes in time to see Loki rolling his. You giggle. “I need to learn to deal with them because what if I become dependent on your magic and then one day you’re not there?”

Loki gives a slight raise of his eyebrows, as if silently admitting you might be right. “Have you ever considered that I’ll always be there for you?”

You can feel a dopey smile split across your lips. “Don’t make promises like that Loki.”

Loki frowns. “Like what?”

“Promises you can’t possibly keep.” You explain.

Loki lets out a huff of breath that sounds close to a sigh then looks at you with endearment. “Darling, I promise to always be there for you.”

You look at Loki with wide, doe eyes. “For all time?”

Loki smiles. “Always.”

You lay there with Loki for some time, time you don’t keep track of. The medicine you took earlier is not helping a lot or at least isn’t working as well probably because you don’t have food in your stomach. The nausea you felt earlier is growing stronger. Your legs begin shaking and your mouth begins producing more spit than necessary. You sit up with a swallow. Loki is quick to sit up with you, his hand fanning across your lower back. Before he can ask what’s going on you’re hopping out of the bed and rushing to the bathroom.

Loki hears the retching begin and sighs. He had really hoped it wouldn’t get bad enough to make you physically ill. He untangles himself from the bedding and enters the bathroom. You’re quick to throw a hand up and shake your head. A bad decision because you gasp and grab your head.

“Don’t look at me.” You plead.

Loki considers leaving you be but it’s not even a choice. He comes behind you and kneels. He grabs your hair and holds it back so you don’t get sick in it.

“I feel as if we are past the point of being disgusted by each other considering we’ve ingested each other's bodily fluids before.”

Loki smiles a little when you let out a shocked laugh. “You make giving you head sound so clinical-” You gag as you speak and hurl into the toilet.

Loki brings his free hand up to rub across your back as you heave.

“You will have to take more medicine considering you most likely just vomited it all up.” Loki mutters as an afterthought.

When you tell Loki you’re fine and not going to get sick anymore he helps you stand, slowly, and hands you your toothbrush with toothpaste already on it.

As you brush your teeth he moves through the bathroom. He grabs a hand towel and wets it, wringing it out so it isn’t dripping, merely damp.

You both move back to the bed. He hands you two more pills that you swallow quickly, then you lay down. Before he lays down with you he uses a blue hand to make the damp towel cold. He lays it across your forehead and smiles when you let out a grateful moan.

Your eyes are closed so when your hand reaches out for him it reaches aimlessly. He is quick to grab your hand and kiss it then he lays down next to you.

“You need to eat something.” Loki speaks into the silent room as he stares up at the ceiling in thought about what you need and how to take care of you.

“I just threw up everything though.” You whisper with whining resistance.

“I know. Meaning you have nothing on your stomach. Taking medicine without food could cause things to get worse.” Loki explains in a gentle voice. He had done plenty of research for you.

“Can we just start with drinking something? My stomach is still queasy.”

Loki hums thoughtfully. “I’ll make some tea, perhaps the caffeine may help.”

You pat Loki’s arm. “You’re a lifesaver, babe.”

Loki flushes at your term of endearment. Loki is usually the one to use endearments, not you. He clears his throat and sits up. “I shall be but a moment.”

POST-DROME

Loki finally gets you to eat some soup and bread before you lay back down and go to sleep.

The next day you sit up and hold your breath. The pain is gone. You quickly turn to Loki who is blinking his eyes open groggily. You wince when there is slight pain at your fast movement. It’s minor compared to what was going on yesterday though.

Loki slowly sits up and you flush when the sheets fall down his bare chest and pool in his lap. “Feeling better?” He asks in a sleep roughened croak. His hand comes up to trail up your arm and land on your shoulder where he rubs it in a soothing circle. He rubs the sleep from his eyes with his other hand.

“Loads better. I just feel some pain if I turn my head too fast.”

Loki hums thoughtfully then yawns. He turns and checks the time from the clock on the nightstand. “It is seven A.M. sweetheart, do you have somewhere to be?” Loki looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.

You shake your head and throw yourself into Loki who lets out a grunt at the impact before he falls back into the bed with you now on top of him. He squeezes you in a hug then lets his hands rub over your back. You both lay there with your eyes closed, enjoying the embrace, breathing in each other’s scent.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You murmur, already half asleep.

“Of course. Anything for my beloved.” Loki says, kissing your forehead.

“I know you really love me ‘cuz you watched me puke ‘n still look at me like I’m the prettiest woman in the world.” You slur out making Loki chuckle.

“Go to sleep, darling.” Loki mutters. The vibrations of his words emitting from his chest make you snuggle into him more and sigh.

“Love me, right?” You ask in a drowsy tone.

“I do.” Loki says. He snickers when you pinch his arm. “I love you.” He whispers.

You let out a happy noise then let sleep take you for a few more hours, wrapped in Loki’s warm embrace.

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @biancablack2474 @creeping156tin @ajeff855 @high-functioning-lokipath

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #reader insert #loki #my writing #I THINK I LEFT SOME STUFF OUT BUT IM TIRED AND WANT TO LAY DOWN SO I RUSHED IT IM SORRY #i promised id release it tonight so....#it was just like small details about what happens before migraines and stuff tho #request filled #and i made the post migraine fine because i was tired im sorry D:#ok im gonna lay down can't wait to see yall's notes tomorrow haha

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bffsoobin · 5 years ago

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Never Not

↳life in the entertainment industry is grueling. You and your friends with benefits, Soobin, know this better than almost anyone. When you seek comfort in one another, it’s easy to forget the faults in the system. How long can you trust Soobin with your heart?

➤ idol!soobin x trainee!reader, smut, angst, some fluff

Word Count: 5,004

Requested?: yes

Warnings: this includes mature content! Please do not read past the illustrated line divider (not the keep reading) in the story if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable. There is no happy ending to this story, so keep that in mind. Use of some mature language, my awful attempt at coming up with believable Korean names. Smut warnings include: fingering (female receiving), riding, multiple orgasms, mentions of overstimulation, unprotected sex (please use protection, y’all), some dirty talk, praise kink.

A/N: This fic got away from me and came out way longer than I planned and I’m lowkey insecure about it. Also my normal notes that I didn’t proofread or edit (laziness) and that I suck at titles obviously apply!

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Your bathroom was not nearly private enough. The lock on the door had long been broken, so you and the other girls you’d lived with for close to a year had agreed on a rule of mutual respect and trust. A rule that Minjee was currently abandoning. She busted into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth, nearly knocking you over with her force. Her petite features were soaked in panic.

“What’s wrong?” your toothbrush hung loosely in your mouth, forgotten as you worried over your younger friend.

“Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you got in the shower. And you didn’t answer, so now he’s here!”

“He? Who are you-” a smooth and unforgettable voice sounded from the hallway just outside. Soobin. Your eyes widened. Soobin? Your hair was still dripping, your face red and splotchy from the heat of the shower. Not to mention the toothbrush still dangling precariously. You heard him talk again, muffled like he had moved to the kitchen and you noted that Sooyoung probably ushered him into the small dining space to let you gather your thoughts. You thanked whoever was listening for your thoughtful friend as you cleaned out your mouth, toweled down you hair and did your best to soothe the heat in your cheeks. At least you were fully dressed.

Minjee still looked like a deer caught in headlights, and you shot her what you hoped was a reassuring smile as you left the bathroom. It was hard to miss Soobin’s presence as you turned into the kitchen. He towered over all of your friends, a slightly awkward smile on his face as he waved off offers for snacks left and right.

“Soobin?” you questioned, and all other conversation stopped. He whirled around to see you and you shrunk under his gaze. He was intimidating in every way, yet you found him oddly charming.

“Hey! I wanted to talk to you and you weren’t answering your phone. And I knew you were here so,” he shrugged.

“Let’s talk somewhere else, okay?” you turned without seeing his agreement and led him toward your room. You knew your roommates were all huddled in the common areas of the house, whispering about Soobin. Thankfully, the lock on that door wasn’t busted.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed as he dwarfed your bed under his body.

“Missed you. Do you wanna go get something to eat?” he picked at your sheets mindlessly. You raised an eyebrow and began to tap your foot.

“That sounds a hell of a lot like a date, Soobin.” you accused, already planning an outfit in your head. You could never say no to the handsome boy in front of you.

“It’s not a date, Y/N. We’re just friends. We can erase and add back on the “with benefits” whenever we want, remember?” you scowled at him in place of admitting that he was right.

“Get out. I have to change.” you glanced down at your lounging attire pointedly.

“Nothing I haven’t already seen, princess,” his eyes sparked at his own teasing before you picked up one of Sooyoung’s beloved plushies and flung it at his infuriatingly charming face.

“Get. Out.”

With Soobin standing guard outside the door, you quickly changed into a better outfit and tried to make some semblance of your face before slipping back out. Your friends eyed you questioningly, but you waved them off with promises of being back in no time.

The blanket of night made Soobin bold. He wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you down the street with a confidence you only see when- a thought cropped up in your mind. “We aren’t going to dinner, are we?” you questioned although you already knew the answer.

“We are going to dinner! Just, in the dorm. In my room.” You were already in front of the familiar building when he finally owned up. You could have backed out, could have told him you were mad at him for lying, but you followed him up to his room anyway. He did have food, as he promised. A pizza box was situated at the foot of his bed when you walked in and settled onto the mattress. Soobin sat up against his pillow and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You brought the warm pizza box with you and laid against his broad chest. You two ate in relative silence and you couldn’t help but notice the lack of...boys.

“Where are they?” Soobin didn’t answer your question and instead went to work running a hand up your leg.

“Does it matter?” his voice ghosted over your ear as you pondered for a minute and then supposed it didn’t. Unlike your groupmates, Soobin’s were all privy to your relationship and exactly what it entailed.

“I just missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, biting at the soft flesh under your ear. Soobin made a point to move the half empty pizza box to the ground as he continued his work on your neck. You melted into his hold, helpless to his sweet whispers and gentle touches in all the right places. For the rest of the night, all that mattered was the way Choi Soobin could work you up and bring you back down so gently.

It had been almost two months since your fake dinner date with Soobin. He became busy with a comeback, and you became busy with general training duties. It was natural, you supposed. You both chose a hectic lifestyle and a relationship that required no actual commitment. While you missed seeing him, you understood that you chose this. That didn’t stop you from being upset, though. Sooyoung, your ever observant roommate noticed your sulking behavior and lack of interest in group activities.

Having had enough of your change in attitude, she cornered you in the kitchen one day while the rest of the girls were still training.

“What’s up with you? I know we’ve been busy. But you’ve just been miserable. You know you can talk to me, right?” You just nodded and crossed your arms. She sighed at your stance and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Seriously. Why don’t you at least try to hang out with someone, or leave the house? I know Soobin is busy, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a visit?” The sound of his name made your insides burn. Too many confusing thoughts circled your being when you thought of him. Deciding to humor Sooyoung, you announced that she was right; and that you were going to get ready and treat yourself to a donut and coffee at the little cafe down the block.

The smell of blueberry muffins and coffee invaded your senses as you ordered a large iced coffee and a sprinkled donut to sulk over as you thought about Soobin. Sitting at a hightop table, your legs swung in the air as you debated over calling Soobin to check up on him or simply letting him go until he contacted you. You weren’t dating Soobin, but would it be so wrong for a friend to reach out? Did you just miss having someone to fool around with? The longer you thought, the more you had to forcefully push down the thought that you really had feelings for Soobin. Maybe his goofy smile and clumsy compliments had really hatched in your brain and created- you shuddered at the thought- love. There was no way he would ever feel the same, you convinced yourself. It is much easier to believe that the famous and loved Choi Soobin would never like you the way you have started to like him.

The donut tasted bland in your mouth and your coffee had certainly been watered down in your thinking, but you finished them both. You wiped your hands on your jeans and made way to get down from your elevated seat until a cheerful voice called your name. Looking around, you spotted the form of a girl you couldn’t quite remember the name of. She had been a trainee in the very early stages, but she had to leave due to family troubles and you hadn’t thought of her since. The back of your neck burned with embarrassment as you waved to the girl you didn't remember. The uncertainty must not have shown on your face as the mystery girl propped herself right next to you and grabbed your arm.

“I just had to talk to you when I saw you! I still talk to Sooyoung every once in a while, and she told me you’re friends with Soobin,” you nodded but felt suspicion creep into the corners of your mind. “Anywho, since I ran into you and you’re friends with him I was wondering if you could confirm something for me.” She plopped a phone onto the table in front of you and hit play on a dark, shaky video. It looked like a club of some sort and you squinted at the screen wondering what this had to do with Soobin. You were about to voice your confusion when someone's phone flashlight illuminated the form you knew all too well crowding a girl against the wall, kissing her neck and pressing the length of his body into her. You body heated at the knowledge that you knew exactly how that felt. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as the video ended and the unknown girl slid her phone back into her bag.

“I don’t know her,” you mumbled, hurrying to find your purse hung on the back of the chair. “And I haven’t talked to Soobin lately, he’s been busy and-” she snorted as you got down from the chair.

“Yeah, he’s definitely been busy,” she wiggled her eyebrows in a joking manner, but the gesture only broke your heart even more. Nodding tightly, you made up excuses for your sudden absence and walked back to your dorm with tears dripping down your cheeks. Everyone noticed your change in behavior when you returned; especially Sooyoung who was hoping to see you come back much happier. It was only about 4pm when you got home so you bargained with Jihyun to let you shower although she was already getting ready to do so. You tried to convince yourself that she agreed because of your persuasion skills and not because of the tear tracks on your face. The hot water didn’t do much to curb your upset. You ate dinner in silence and crawled into bed before the sun even started to set.

Being a trainee means pushing a lot of things aside. You had to forget about Soobin. Monthly evaluations started in about a week, and you had to worry about nursing a wrist you had accidentally hurt during practice. During the day, you put on a mask for your members and the staff, laughing along at jokes and throwing yourself into your work in a way they all seemed to admire. Not a single night passed where you didn’t think about the shaky video of Soobin and the mystery girl. Not a single night passed where your heart didn’t ache in two ways. One, for the love you harborded so dangerously, and the other for the fact that you knew you could never trust Soobin. That even if he liked you back, his reckless show of public affection when he was already in the eye of the media would make a real relationship impossible. It was too risky for either of you.

News of their comeback traveled extremely fast. You had even seen Taehyun in the halls of the building and offered him a quick congratulations on their success. With every day that passed, you knew you were closer to the impending argument with Soobin; but you tried your best to push that to the back of your mind. Until you got a text from him. Seeing his name pop up on the screen after so long roused a lot of emotions you weren’t expecting. The message was nothing too remarkable, but you made plans to meet him the next day at his dorm.

When you arrived at his door, you felt nerves you hadn’t since the very first time you visited. You laid two hard knocks on the door and stood aside; hoping that Soobin had heard you. The door swung open gently to reveal Soobin’s towering frame. Your stomach rolled in an odd mix of happiness and anxiety upon seeing him for the first time in weeks. He ushered you in, giving you no more time to process your whirling thoughts.

“I like your hair,” your voice sounded odd even to your own ears, but you hoped Soobin would be distracted by the complement of his purple locks.

“Thank you!” he was beaming as he rubbed a chunk of hair between his fingers lovingly. His eyes shifted up and down your body as if examining every detail to find something new about you to compliment back. He remained quiet. The corners of your eyes began to burn under his scrutiny, and you felt something deep inside of you snap.

“Soobin,” you looked around the dorm, finding it surprisingly empty. He must have kicked all of the boys out for a few hours to have you over. “I wanted to talk to you about some stuff.” The leather of his couch squeaked underneath you as you sat and waited for him to do the same. He settled right next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his side into yours. For a fleeting moment you contemplated saying nothing and letting yourself fall back into your normal pattern; but you knew you would regret it.

Sighing, you tried to ignore the way worry permeated every corner of Soobin’s face. “I saw a video of you uh,” a long pause “with another girl. Which is fine!” Your words became rushed as his face turned bright red. “It’s fine. I know we aren’t serious but the problem is,” your voice was starting to shake in a dangerous way. “The problem is that...I started to have real feelings for you. And when I saw that video I kind of lost it. I know it’s dumb but I just can’t keep pretending.” You had run this scenario so many times in your mind. You had imagined Soobin staying totally silent until you slipped out of the dorm alone. You imagined that he might argue with you, telling you that you were reckless for forming feelings over a friends with benefits relationship. What you never imagined was for him to lean over and attach his lips to yours in a fervor you had never felt from him. The rest of the world slowed as you kissed him. Really kissed him for the first time since the two of you started to hook up.

You could taste toothpaste on his tongue, and if your insides weren’t fighting with emotion you would have smiled into the kiss. When you finally pulled apart, Soobin pressed his forehead into yours and shut his eyes. You could feel his eyelashes flutter along your skin.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was the smallest you had ever heard it. “I’m sorry about the girl, the video, I just missed you and I was being stupid. I have feelings for you too.” What should have been a moment of celebration became a catalyst for war in your mind. You had prepared yourself for this possibility- repeating in a mantra that the relationship would only end badly for your public images.

But all those times you ran this scenario in your head, you didn’t account for the weight of his body against yours. You didn’t account for the way his voice shook, or the feeling of his skin resting so intimately against your own. You didn’t account for how raw and vulnerable this moment would be.

So you made a real life choice that theoretical you never would have been so weak as to consider. You wrapped your hands around the back of Soobin’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. His surprise was evident at your move as he gasped against your lips. Every feeling you had toward him felt like it was bubbling over into a mess inside your brain. Fuzzy happiness was winning over until Soobin separated you from himself to cup your jaw in his hands. Taking the time to survey his face this closely made your heart break all over again. His face seemed to mirror back a similar sentiment as his fingers traced over your cheekbones.

“Soobin,” you whispered his name weakly; trying to ignore the tears beginning to leak from the corners of your eyes. His face crumpled at the sight and he rushed to shush you.

“Don’t cry,” he wiped the wetness away from your cheeks, “please don’t cry, why are you so upset?” His breath ghosted over your skin in a way that would haunt you for weeks to come.

“Because,” you hiccuped in a breath, “because we can’t do this. We can’t date, and we can’t keep doing this. There’s too much on the line either way.” Soobin stayed silent as you worked through your thoughts. “I just want to be with you one last time.”

In a movement you almost missed, the boy nodded solemnly. With the knowledge of your last goodbye weighing heavily on your minds, Soobin guided you into his bedroom. While the lighting in the room didn’t offer much clarity, you still knew your way around. Soobin made short work of undressing you, making sure to pay attention- in the form of kisses or loving caresses- to every newly exposed strip of skin. His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving the most possessive marks he had ever left on your collarbones. You could do nothing but whine under him at the thought of bright purple bruises spotting your skin tomorrow. Most nights you would have whined at him for taking too long, but the air was different this time. The last time.

You stood completely bare in front of him as he took a seat on his bed. He was still fully clothed although you could see a sliver of his smooth stomach where his shirt had ridden up. You could see the beginning of a bulge in his sweatpants and bittersweet excitement brewed within you.

“You are so so fucking pretty, come here,” he pulled you into his lap forcefully so that you could feel him directly against your core. The praises falling from his mouth made you weak at the knees and pliable to any of his wishes. A needy whine left your throat as you ground down on him instinctively. Both of his hands flew to your waist and grabbed at the flesh there as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him slowly hardening. He made a particularly hard squeeze on your waist and you took that as a message to stop.

“Wanna finger you, baby,” Soobins usual shy and clumsy demeanor flew out of the window in a second. As you scrambled to lay down on your back, he finally stripped himself of his clothing. You openly stared at his body for much longer than normal and he let you, returning the gaze just as long. Memorizing. His cock stood proudly, as perfect as you always remembered it as your thighs rubbed together at the sight. Soobin tutted at you and pushed your legs apart forcefully.

“Not yet, love. You know you can’t take my cock without me stretching you open first.” You knew he was right but you whined at him anyway as a new wave of arousal rolled through you. “God,” Soobin grunted at the sight of you laid out beneath him. His deft fingers danced down your stomach, causing your hips to jump up toward his approaching hand. A small chuckle fell from him lips and you would have complained had he not chosen that exact moment to run his thumb around your clit in slow circles. You cried out at the touch. Having gone weeks without release made you extremely sensitive, and Soobin was using that to his advantage.

The slow circles sped up and then slowed down in an erratic pattern until you were so fed up with him you wanted to cry. “Soobin please, please stop teasing me, I need more!” You knew you were being loud but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Just use your words,” his voice was velvety smooth, pitched deeper with lust.

“Your fingers!” The request was clumsy as it came out of your mouth but you couldn’t have cared less because he finally sunk one long finger inside of you. You wanted to thank him, but your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth so you settled for clenching your inner muscles around his digit. He groaned to himself as he pumped the single finger in and out before finally adding a second alongside it. The stretch burned a bit but you welcomed the gush of wetness that had Soobin swearing under his breath.

“Look at you. I was busy for a few weeks and suddenly your pussy can barely fit two fingers inside.” He began scissoring his fingers to widen your entrance. A string of pleas and curses fell from your lips constantly as he finally found your g-spot and continuously crooked his fingers over it. Your teeth sunk harshly into your bottom lip as you tried your best to keep it together but it was no use. Soobin had learned every tip and trick to getting you to cum. There was no eloquence left in your voice as you begged him for more and got just what you asked for. His second hand, which had been keeping pressure on your hips, played with your clit in circles and figure eight shapes in various speeds. It only took a few more seconds under his movements for you to announce your release and gush around his fingers. Despite your obvious orgasm, Soobin kept working his hands against you until the overstimulation became way too much. Your mind was so fuzzy afterwards that you could barely hear his praise.

“So good,” you vaguely made out as you came back to Earth to see his face hovering right over your own. He pressed kisses on every corner of your face until you were finally coherent enough to talk again.

“Soobs,” you didn’t miss the way he flinched at the nickname. “Please fuck me.” The words were blunt, you knew. But there was no need to beat around the bush anymore. Soobin groaned loudly, unabashedly palming at his own cock as he sat back on his heels. His positioning gave you an idea that had heat rushing through your veins anew. “Lemme ride you,” you rushed the words out, unsure if he had even heard them until he cursed loudly and drew his hand away from himself.

“That��s my girl. So good for me.” Soobin used your love for praise to his advantage as he settled at the head of his bed and waited for you to straddle his hips. His eyes were glazed with arousal as you held yourself over his cock and gave it a few experimental strokes. Soobin’s eyes fluttered shut and his reddened lips fell open in a sigh. In one swift movement, you began to sink down on him slowly. Your hands found support on his smooth stomach as you felt your knees buckle at the intrusion. Both of you whined loudly at the initial stretch. Fire coiled in your stomach as you worked yourself onto him in small increments. He was trying his best to let you take time to adjust, but his control was slipping more and more with every second.

A growl emitted from the back of Soobin’s throat as he tightened a hand on your left thigh as a not so subtle hint to get moving faster. You already felt so full that the idea of taking his entire length felt impossible. Your head fell, hair creating a curtain around your face in the exact second that Soobin’s strong hand pushed you all the way down his cock. A burning mix of pain and pleasure flooded your veins and made your inner walls clench around him. Soobin’s cock twitched inside you and the feeling drove you wild.

With the leverage your arms on his chest offered, you lifted your hips slowly before slamming them back down to connect your bodies. Pitchy whines escaped from your mouth with every single move you made. Soobin’s hands roamed all over, one traveling up to pinch at your nipples and another keeping a bruising grip on the flesh of your hip.

“God, you’re so pretty,” Soobin’s grunted praises peppered between moans only heightened your pleasure to a point where you could no longer keep your thoughts straight. Every sensation he was providing you became so overwhelming that you could barely continue a steady rhythm on his cock. He seemed to catch on to your slipping as his face softened. Chest heaving, you leaned forward to lay yourself on top of him. Your head fit perfectly into his shoulder and for a second you missed being able to see his face until he took the initiative to thrust up into you. He wrapped his arms around you so there was no escape from the pleasure of him filling you up. Soobin worked magic on your body, rolling his hips expertly to hit every spot inside of you while he whispered dirty praise to you.

“You feel so good, baby. So tight,” you clenched at his words and a breathy moan escaped his lips in a rush. Your clit ground against his pelvic bone; not enough to make you cum but enough to create more sparks in your core. Between his words and his hard and consistent thrusts you could feel your pleasure mounting to an intense high. The strong hold he had on you slipped away and he guided you to sit up once again. Seeing his flushed face drew out a desperate whine and buck of your hips.

“Look at me,” Soobin’s voice was oddly calm and collected as you obeyed the request. He thrusted up into you even faster and you had to fight to keep your eyes on his.

“Soobs, I’m gonna cum,” your voice was strung out and breathy but it only pushed Soobin further. Without your realization, Soobin circled a thumb around your clit and you were soon hurdling off the edge of your orgasm, vision going blank with the pleasure. Although you were lost in a haze of pleasure, you could hear Soobin’s grunts growing louder and more frequent before he released inside of you; warmth flooding your insides as he came.

Neither of you moved for several minutes. Your breathing gradually slowed to a normal rate and Soobin’s cock softened inside of you; but you stayed still on top of him anyway. No words were exchanged until he lifted your chin with two fingers.

“You have to know that I really do like you. I’ve liked you since the first time we met.” The words sent a dagger through your heart and you would have looked away from him if it weren’t for the strong grip he had on your jaw. His breath hitched as he spoke again; “but I can understand why you don’t think I’m worth it.”

The way he worded it broke a dam of emotions inside of you and suddenly you were sobbing, struggling to even catch your breath. Soobin panicked a little, rubbing your sides and softly pulling out of you. Both of you ignored the stickiness the move created in favor of laying your back down on the sheets. He shushed you, producing some tissues out of nowhere to deal with the mess between your sensitive thighs. When the crying stopped, all that was left behind was cold emptiness. You redressed in stunning silence, hyper aware of Soobin’s eyes on you. You didn’t know what else to say to him.

“I wish I had met you in another life,” you sniffled, “I’m going to miss you.” The words were supercharged and you clenched your teeth to refrain from crying again. Soobin reached out for your hand and you reluctantly let him lace his fingers through yours.

“I’ll miss you too. You know that-” he swallowed audibly “You can come back here, back to me...whenever you want. I have a place for you,” he guided your clasped hands to hover right over his heart, “right here.”

Leaving was the hardest part. Both of you stalled in every possible way. You pretended you lost your phone even though you knew it was in your bag. Soobin offered to let you take a shower before you went back to your own dorm. Eventually, it was time for the both of you to face the truth. At the front door, where the light was much brighter, you could see shiny tear tracks decorating Soobin’s puffy cheeks in a way you never wanted to see again. You felt like you could puke just at the thought of having caused him that pain. With one hand on the doorknob, you steadied yourself to say goodbye to him, goodbye to this one last time.

“I’ll um, see you around? At work.” You didn’t even bother to smile at him. He simply nodded and fixed his gaze on the ground. He didn’t want to watch you leave. The door squealed as you pulled it open, shattering the quiet atmosphere into messy, anxious pieces. You rushed out of his dorm without another word and began your walk home. It was a clear night, so you stopped briefly to stare up at the stars. You would never not think about Soobin.

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raphaelshusband · 4 years ago

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sleeping like a cat | saphael one shot

cursive is a sign language.

Simon Lewis was a great support to him. He tried to make Raphael feel as comfortable as possible, taking care of him as much as he could. Santiago felt incredible sadness that he would never be willing to hear his beloved. But who knows? Maybe after death? In Paradise?

He woke up with a mass of tiny kisses on his neck and hands tightly clasped around his chest. He smiled and turned to meet Simon's gaze. The man smiled back, ruffling the Mexican's black hair. He moved closer to place a small kiss on his partner's nose.

The dark-eyed man chuckled, hiding his face in the hollow of Lewis's neck.

I don't feel like getting up. He looked at Simon.

Why is that?

I just don't want to. Simon laughed, and he wished he could hear it.

I'll make us breakfast. And he got up from the bed. Raphael looked disappointed as he reached out to stop him, but Simon only grabbed his hand, placed a kiss on the knuckles, and stepped into the dressing room. Santiago wrapped the covers tighter around him, closed his eyes.

Brown-eyed walked into the room with a tray just as it finished praying. He put the book and the rosary in a drawer, and Lewis wrapped his arms around it, resting his head on Raphael's shoulder. The Mexican reached out to tilt his head back, smiling. Santiago only felt a vibration in his neck that Lewis was grunting, and he was not about to take his head off his shoulder.

Raphael accepted that he would have his breakfast left in a kneeling position, so he reached for a slice of brown bread. Simon tore off a piece of it and put it in his mouth. Santiago raised one eyebrow and looked at him, at which he just laughed.

Idiota.

Your darling idiota.

Yes. My darling idiota. Lewis stepped off him, and he breathed a sigh of relief as his legs began to throb with pain. They ate breakfast in a relaxed atmosphere (as always), and Simon continued to distract Raphael by brushing his hair back, showering him with kisses, or tapping his stomach, side, or cheek.

Later, they both headed to the bathroom, where Simon would not let Santiago get the hair gel, gesticulating that he was using too much of it and that his hair sometimes needed rest and that he was taking good care of it already. Then Lewis grabbed the comb himself and combed it.

The Mexican couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

Let's skip the fact that they both struggled with the dark-eyed man's electric toothbrush because it decided to stop working and wouldn't turn on at all. After ten minutes of never-ending work, it finally began to hum and they both endured the triumph.

The evenings were even better - when Raphael was lying in the bathtub under a blanket of foam, Lewis entered the bathroom and as if nothing had happened, joined him to which the brunet reacted with a huge, red blush. Later, they either just lay down until the water had cooled down and gave a sign that they needed to wash, or they splashed water like little children or covered their hair with foam.

After a successful fight in the bathroom, the Mexican landed on the couch with a book in his hands and the brown-eyed man maneuvered in the kitchen.

Just don't burn the pan. He gesticulated followed by the older man looking away.

That was a year ago, okay? Don't remind me of that. The dark-eyed chuckled and returned to his book. Reading, writing and learning were the most difficult moments in his life. Sign language has a different structure, grammar, and has never really heard the words, but has more or less understood them. But sometimes he had a problem anyway.

He learned his native language - Spanish and English. He communicated in both, but read in Spanish. Whenever Simon looked over his shoulder, he would turn around and gesticulate that he must be reading some erotics, which is why Spanish words are always on the paper.

Raphael read a lot. There wouldn't be a day when he didn't read at least one page. He flipped another page, beginning to smell the delicious smells from the kitchen. Maybe Simon didn't look like that, but he cooked very well.

He spent an hour reading until the mattress next to him was dented and Lewis put a mug of coffee under his nose.

Your favourite. Caramel. He gestured with one hand and rested his head on his shoulder.

Gracias.

***

The whole merry crowd came at four o'clock. They took every seat in the living room and Simon breathed a sigh of relief that there was no space left. The black-haired man was sitting curled next to the brown-eyed man, holding him with his hands and hugging him.

"And do you remember our first trip out of town together?" Magnus said as the laughter at the earlier memory faded. Lewis immediately began to explain to the Mexican.

"Where were we then?" Jace looked over his glass.

"We had a choice of a campfire on the beach and a campsite in the woods, but you chose the forest, saying it was better," Magnus put a cookie in his mouth. "But we ended up in bug bites, wet and dirty, and finally ended up sleeping in Simon's van."

Did you have a van?

I had. But I sold it, now I have this better car.

"Or do you remember when we had to split up in high school? Because everyone was already going to a different college." Clary reminded her.

"And then most of us met at the same time anyway," Isabelle laughed over her cake.

"That's when Simon met Raphael," cut Alec, and Simon froze. "He couldn't stop talking about him" the brown-eyed smiled nervously.

Oh, was it really like that?

Not at all, he is lying.

But you just gesticulated that to me. Lewis pouted.

"Oh, come on," he said, not knowing that a flush crept across his face. The rest of the meeting was great. But before it was over, Simon not noticing, placed a hand on his knee, but before feeling the texture of the jeans he could feel Raphael's fluffy hair. He looked at him in surprise and found that the man had fallen asleep.

He smiled fondly and ran a hand over his cheek.

"Aww.. he sleeps like a cat."

#saphael #simon lewis x raphael santiago #shadowhunters #fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic

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notaburgler · 5 years ago

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Sunday is cleaning day

Bakugo x GN reader- Nsfw

Triggers: oral sex (giving), cursing

It came as a shock when your boyfriend asked you if you wanted to bring some stuff over to his house a few days ago. Your face heated up at the thought of having your own drawer. You went over everything you might need at his house: clothes, shampoo, face cleanser, toothbrush. You’d have to buy a few things, but that was fine.

“Really Bakugo?” You felt the lump form in your throat. “Can I have the top drawer?” Your cheeks burned from the smile.

It was even more shocking when he scoffed, “you won’t be able to fit your whole apartment in just a little drawer you idiot.”

Oh!

That’s what he meant.

It hadn’t been but a few days since getting fully moved in. It was a tight fit, but his spare room came in handy when most of your stuff wouldn’t fit into the rest of his place. He was rather particular about his apartment. It was well decorated- contrary to what you had thought it would look like when you first met- and very tidy.

You always knew him as a bit of a neat freak, so it was no shock that every Sunday was cleaning day at the Bakugo house. He made sure to take the day off from his Hero work to stick with this routine.

You woke up to him sliding into his sweat pants and glaring over his shoulder. “Get up-” His usual cold voice breaking the silence, “- today is cleaning day and the place is a mess because of your crap.”

You had come to accept that he was a bit brash in his way of forming words. He wasn’t the most eloquent or romantic when wooing you. He was harsh and blunt, but it paid off. He didn’t hide behind cowardice poems and flirty innuendos. It was straight to the point with the explosion hero.

He left the room and you jumped out of bed with a yawn. You knew he’d wait for you… impatiently wait for you. You had many fights because he would jump the gun and watch the newest anime episode without you or start eating before you got home from work. A lesson learned when you did the same with him and he came at you with words of fury.

After a quick brush of your teeth, and tossing on something a little more comfortable, you drug your feet to the living room to start your morning.

“Took you long enough.”

That attitude of his was a bit too much before a cup of coffee.

“Attitude.”

It’s the only thing you needed to say before he’d straighten up and apologize- well, apologize by Bakugos standards.

You shared a quiet read of the daily news on your phones and finishing off a cup of coffee before starting. Although he took every Sunday off, he still kept up with hero news and would rush out if ever needed. Sometimes, you hated how much of a workaholic your beloved was. But it was an admirable quality that made you fall even deeper in love with him.

As you placed your coffee mugs in the sink, he came behind you and kissed your cheek. There it was. The apology you had been looking for.

“You start the dishes, I’ll take out the garbage.” He said with his hands resting on your hips and another chaste kiss on the temple.

You hummed placing each dish in the dishwasher. You’d never had one before. It was like magic when you first saw it. Dirty dishes go in- clean dishes come out. He laughed for a good twenty minutes when he found out you didn’t know how to use it. You couldn’t lie, you just tossed everything in where it fit. You’d watched YouTube videos on how to load a dishwasher and read articles on the best way to get a good clean. Honestly, you looked all that up on incognito mode on your phone, embarrassed that someone may see your search history. But you we’re proud of yourself. You managed to get them all in there without much hassle, and before your feisty boyfriend even came back up from the dumpster.

Next: starting the laundry.

This was another machine you’d never had. How much detergent to use? Which cycle was best? You, again, had spent some time on the internet finding answers. Moving the load from the night before to the dryer, you smiled excited. Warm, clean clothes were a fantasy of yours. You fiddled with the knobs on the dryer, finally figuring it out. The tumbling clothes brought a cheerful gaze in your eyes. The anticipation was killing you already.

You rushed around the bedroom, scooping up socks and clothes. You had to admit, the large room had become a bit of a rats nest. Both of you were so tired after work that tossing clothes on the floor for later seemed more appealing than putting them in the clothes hamper, even thought it was only a few steps away.

As you picked up the final sock and started the washer, you heard the clanking of dishes from the kitchen. You started tossing some clothes in thinking Bakugo had found a few dishes sitting around and was simply cramming them into the spaces left behind, but when the sound of porcelain clanking kept going and a few grumbles followed, you had to peek and see what was going on.

“Babe?” Your cute questioning glance made him stop in his tracks, “everything ok?”

He looked back at you, his aggressive expression never changing, “do you not know how these work or something?”

“Not really. It’s my first time using one.”

He grumbled turning back to finish rearranging them properly. Maybe you misread the instructions online? Maybe you missed something?

“If you show me-“

“It’s fine.”

You brush it off your shoulder. He was always loud and pugnacious, you wouldn't take his tone as anything offensive.

On your way back to the washer, you saw a missed pile of clothes in the spare room. “Oh yeah… we did that in there a few nights ago.” A wicked smile graced your lips recalling the moments leading to your back against the door and how the large hole in the wall came to be. “He still needs to fix that.” You muttered as you scooped up the clothes and left the room.

“Babe?”

His intense gaze glanced back at you with dirty soaking wet clothes in hand.

“You have to separate the clothes or you’ll fuck everything up!” A more aggressive tone than with the dishes.

“I’m new to washing machines. Most people said that it doesn’t matter-“

“They’re fucking idiots. You separate the clothes; darks and lights.” He dug through the warm water for more clothes, “and unroll the socks you Neanderthal. They won’t get washed if they are in a lump. Geez…”

You huffed and shrugged with bulged eyes and a dramatic hand gesture. You guessed that the only way to learn was to make the mistake, but every person on the planet couldn’t be wrong, could they?

Instead of running the washer and cleaning the clothes, you’d rather take care of the soft, warm clothes from the dryer anyway. You couldn’t wait for that part.

You smiled and turned to him, “babe, let me take the clothes outta the dryer, ok?” You kissed him not waiting for an answer and went to strip the bed.

He cleaned the toilet as you took off the sheets that maybe should have been cleaned a few days prior. Bakugo did in fact have a high sex drive and those sheets had seen some things over the past few days of you living together.

“Babe?” You called for him, wondering if he’d ever get annoyed with the pet name you called him.

He grunted poking his head from the bathroom, “any particular way I should strip and make the bed?” You didn’t need him going back and changing this one. You’d lived alone for so long and knew how to make a goddamn bed.

He shook his head and got back to work. Perfect! He didn’t care. No specifications on the bed or the sheets. Maybe, just maybe, you’d get this one right.

He was always particular about how things were done. He liked things a certain way and would get pissy if he didn’t get it. He was a perfectionist, to say the least, and hated when it wasn’t done right the first time. So, the dishes and the clothes were no shock. It would have been nice if he would have shown you the right way… and maybe not been a dick about it.

You fanned out the flat sheet, a beautiful hue of soft cream laying gently atop a fitted sheet of the same color. You picked the deep red comforter even though you knew he’d just kick it off at night and curl up with you to keep the two of you warm. You put the cream decorative pillow cases on the foam pillows in the back and the red pillows cases meant to be slept on in front and stood them up straight, just like Bakugo liked. This was something you knew and made sure to do perfectly. You tossed a few throw pillows on top to make it look nice and stepped back to admire your work. It looked great. There was nothing Bakugo could find wrong with this masterpiece. You almost wanted to call him to show him and get the praise you loved so much. Normally, praise meant nothing to you. You didn’t need anyone telling you how good you did or any of that crap; but it was special coming from Bakugo. His brazen tone and blunt words gave praise offered, that much more validity.

You failed to resist the urge and peeked in to see him scrubbing away at the shower. A small snicker came out of you and you were quickly rewarded with a menacing glare. Maybe you wouldn’t disturb him and drag him away form what he was doing.

Your smiled finding the glare nothing more than a false threat, “I’m gonna go vacuum.” You kiss the top of his head.

You lingered for a moment. The smell of caramel wafting to your nose. You love it. You would always look forward to him coming home after a long day; not just because you wanted to see him- oh no. Because he always smelled so good when he was sweaty. You’d bury your face in his chest and get rewarded with a vibrating rumble as he rolled his eyes and reluctantly (or so he’d claim) hold you close. In reality, he loved holding you. It was the best part of his day. With his quirk, his sweat wasn’t a gross, nasty, musty smell. It’s sweet and savory. You demanded cuddles whenever you had the chance.

After the gym: cuddle time.

After work: cuddle time.

After a good training session… you guessed it! Cuddle time!

“Don't work too hard baby.”

“Hey!” You stopped and turned back to him, “I don't hate you, you stupid idiot.” Well… you’d have to work on how he expressed his feelings, but it’ll work for now.

“I don't hate you either babe.” The smile on your face made him smirk. He loved that smile.

He was cute being domestic like this. In all honesty, you hadn’t judged him to be Mr. Clean. You expected him to tell you to do it since he did his hero work and all you did was wait tables at a local restaurant. No, the hero game wasn’t for you. It wasn’t that your quirk was weak, would you expect Bakugo to be with some weakling? No, it was that you just didn’t want it. Hero work was a hassle and a half. It took up a lot of time and was straining on the hero’s body, evident through Bakugos numerous scrapes and bruises and a jumbo sized epsom salt sitting by the bathtub. You were glad he had taken the lead and cleaned the bathroom, he’d always leave the tub looking like an atomic bomb had hit it after he was done.

“Babe!” You yelled as you shuffled through the spare room trying to find the vacuum.

“What!?!?” You hated that tone.

“Where’s the vacuum?”

“Figure it out you fuckin’ nerd.” He kept scrubbing with deep, long, furious strokes. The tub was just so gross.

You popped your head back into the bathroom with a smile, “what was that babe?”

It was less of a question and more of a threat.

“It’s in the spare room.”

“Where in the spare room my yummy little cream puff.” You had officially reached condescending pet names and he knew this was a warning of things to come if he didn’t mind his tone.

“Closet.” If he said any more than that, he’d get chewed out until his ears bled.

“Thanks love muffin.”

The living room and bedroom were vacuumed and looking good. You stood back leaning on the handle with a proud look on your face. If there was one thing you were confident in, it was your vacuuming skills. It wasn’t a hard task, but you maintained your vacuum well and had amazing eyesight. Seeing the small crumbs and dust bunnies scattered across the floor was easy.

“Babe!” His shrill voice screamed from the bedroom.

You skipped back to him, happy as a clam. You’d hoped he saw how nice the bed looked and you’d get that greatly desired, but solemnly heard praise. “Yes, Bakugo.” Your smile brightened the rooms lumenocity by a few watts.

He was hunched over the corner of the bed, the comforter lifted up, “hospital corners babe….” he grumbled fixing the corner to a perfect peak, “hospital corners.” He grumbled again.

You threw your hands up and left the room. He just had to be so particular, didn’t he?

It was then that the clothes on the dryer that you had started earlier we're done. The obnoxious buzz of the machine echoing throughout the apartment, drowning out Bakugos whispered rant about the fucking corners. You calmly ignored your boyfriends mumbles and happily trotted to the dryer with burning cheeks. You were so happy! Taking the clothes out of the dryer, warm and fluffy, was something you had looked forward to for a while. Yeah, Bakugo hounded you for months to just bring clothes over when you’d stay the night, but you’d always decline. You had a routine at home and it worked. Washing them by hand and hanging them out to dry. It just became the norm and you kinda enjoyed it. But this… this was like Christmas morning.

The scent of fresh spring breeze came to you in droves when the door opened and the hot air wafted to your face. You felt the heat transform into tiny beads of sweat for a second until the cool summer air came bursting in through the open window in the spare room behind you. It was so nice, so calming. With both arms, you reached in, hugging the clothes to your chest and feeling the warmth caress your skin. You hummed and nuzzled into it like a cat. It was everything you’d ever imagined.

“Babe?” Your eyes opened to see your beefcake of a boyfriend standing over you with a confused expression, “you gotta take them outta the dryer some time.”

You shot up wondering just how long you had been holding onto them without moving. You were so lost in the moment, you must have spaced out.

“Start folding them and put them away before they get wrinkled.”

With a hop, you got up and dropped them on the floor in the bedroom, sitting down cross legged and started folding. His eyes watched from the hall. You were so cute, happily folding laundry and rubbing socks against yours cheek. He smirked, “what a weirdo.”

You rolled the socks together and folded the shirts in half, then in half again. Same with the jeans- in half, then in half again. A few things needed to be hung up and you gently placed them on the bed so they didn’t wrinkle. God forbid there were wrinkles!

His hero uniform lay in front of you and you smiled running your fingers along the rough fabric. He always looked so good in it. Maybe one night you convince him to wear it for you. You tapped your chin in thought. You'd be a pretty good villain. A villain that can only be taught a lesson if the hero who caught them bent them over and pounded it into them.

A coil heated up in your gut and twisted at the tantalizing thought.

You had house work to do!!! You couldn’t be thinking about how great his muscles looked under the tight fabric. Or how the pants accentuated his most impressive asset. Those clothes won’t be folding themselves!

You laid it out on the bed nicely. You’d let him put it away. Maybe if you left it out he’d- oh my god! Stop!

You slapped your hands to your cheeks to shake this fantasy. House work. House work. HOUSE WORK!!!

At the unmistakable sound of the vacuum, your head whipped to the living room. For the love of god, you already did that!

“Babe!” Now you we’re coping an attitude. “What the fuck? I already did that.”

“It’s wrong.”

****

That night the two of you cuddled on the couch. The house was spotless with a nicely vacuumed floor, clean clothes put away neatly, dishes done and sleeping soundly in the cupboard. The house felt and smelled like a fresh, new atmosphere where you were able to shrug off the annoyance left behind from Katsukis earlier judgements, and move along to a nice night with just the two of you. He made dinner and apologized- not well, but he made an effort- for being so rough around the edges all day. After he went back and recleaned everything, you snapped. Refilling the laundry was your breaking point. You weren’t so much upset that he redid it, it was that he refused to help you do it “right”. He’d just complain and do it for you. But now that the day was done, and the sun had set over the skyline of the city, the two of you enjoyed some wine and a movie.

You couldn’t deny that he was looking good at the moment. Maybe he knew that the white tank top look made you feel things. Access to his sculpted arms, those babies slung over your shoulder like he needed to show the world you were his- even if it was just the two of you. He was so proud to call you his, even if he couldn’t find a nice way to say it. The asshole was top of his class with a 4.0 gpa and he couldn’t string together any words that didn’t end in idiot or dumbass. But… he was yours, and you were elated that he had chosen you out of all of the people throwing themselves at his feet once he debuted as a hero.

Maybe a reward for being a good boyfriend was in order, you think to yourself what you could do for him to thank him. With rent prices and wages being so drastically gapped, you’d never be able to afford a nice place like this without him. And he refused you pay rent. Well, that’s not exactly how he put it, but when you asked what your half was, his response was: “keep your fucking money. Like a hero like me needs petty cash from you.” But what he ended up saying after you spent thirty minutes crying and feeling bad about yourself was: “babe, I’m sorry, what I meant was that I don’t need you to pay me rent. Please stop crying.” He was really sweet and sensitive if he’d just stop and think about what he was saying for a change.

As you stared up into his blood red eyes, it hit you. He saw your stare, and sneered, “what? Stop looking at me like that weirdo.”

You slid down his lap, sliding your arms over his toned thighs, your fingers grasping the elastic of his sweatpants and bringing a devious smirk to his face. You weren’t fond of this. It would be your first time sucking your boyfriends cock. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, and you had done it in the past, it was just that he never asked for it. Bakugo was more fond of pleasing you over pleasing himself. In that respect, he was by no means greedy. Your pleasure was of the utmost importance when the two of you were in bed; so when you slipped him out of his sweatpants, he groaned.

Precum beaded at the tip, your tongue sliding along it to collect it and making his whole body fizzle at the contact.

Your head bobbed and his eyes pierced through you, a gaze that drew you from your ministrations. “God damn babe,” he pushed you back down, a smile cracking to your lips, “now if you’d just-“ you stopped and removed yourself from him fully.

“Katsuki, baby-“ your voice was showing clear agitation, “I’m putting what you pee out of in my mouth, so if you think now is a good time to criticize my technique, I encourage you to reconsider.”

Look, you accepted constructive criticism with a smile in all other facets of life, and sex was no different. You’d be happy to change how you're doing something to make it better for both of you.

But after today…

After an entire day of him essentially telling you you do everything wrong, you would not accept the criticism.

“But I’m just saying if you’d-“

“Fine.” You stood and crossed your arms, “You redid everything else is did today! So you can suck your own dick. That’s the only way it’ll get done right after all!” You stormed out and to your room, leaving him hard and horny.

You overreacted a bit, sure. But you needed a moment to calm down. There was no way you’d leave him like that, and he knew you’d come back and finish the job once you calmed down. This wasn’t the first time you let your temper get away from you- he was no different. And he was aware that he had been at least semi difficult all day. But if you’d just learn to do it right, he wouldn’t need to fix it!

“Babe?” He peeked his head in after a few painful moments of palming himself to keep his erection but not allowing the orgasm building in his gut to peek.

You pouted from the bed, “come sit down. I’ll take good care of you.” You sniffled letting your lips curl to show you had calmed and were ready to blow his mind.

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years ago

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Beyond Seduction: pt II

Pairing: Artist!Sam Winchester x Isobella Tennant

Warnings: cursing, flirting, touching, sexual innuendos, low self esteem, domineering mother

WC:2508

A/N: So in this part Isobella implements the next step in her plan and the slow burn starts building between Sam and her.

Part I

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*no beta, all mistakes are mine

***

The new boy had scurried off the fetch more coal as the door knocker sounded. Sam opened it and was stunned to see who was standing there.

“Are you still interested in painting me?”

Sam blinked a few times thinking he was imagining her standing there but no, she hadn’t disappeared. “Did Crowley seek you out to jolly me from the doldrums?” He chided her as he leisurely leaned against the door jam.

Izzy stood up ramrod straight, pushing her shoulders back and jutted out her jaw, “Who’s Crowley? Obviously, you were not serious, I’m sorry to have bothered you.” She tursley replies, marching back down his walkway before he knew it.

“Wait!” Sam called out louder than intended, making her pause as he rushed out the door barefoot wincing from the cold and stopped in front of her, “I’m sorry, you took me by surprise, I was beginning to think I had imagined you.” She raised an eyebrow at that remark.

“Perhaps you should seek help from Doktor Freud,” It was Sam’s turn to raise an eyebrow, surprised she knew about the famous psychoanalyst, “if all you can imagine is someone who looks like me.” He was set back at the disparaging comment about herself.

“How about we discuss it inside before my neighbors think I’m even madder than they already believe.” He glances down drawing her attention to his inappropriate outdoor attire.

“Oh hell, how are you not freezing?”

“Actually, I am but I wasn’t gonna let you disappear again.” She lets out a little huff before proceeding him across the threshold into his brightly lit home.

All the gas lights are turned up as evening sets in, illuminating the area almost as brightly as daytime. Izzy lingers in the entryway looking around at the sumptuous if eclectic furnishings enhanced by the lighter colored walls.

Sam quietly observers her. The coat is way too big, swallowing her frame, gloves are almost worn out and the wool wrapper is hiding most of her head.

She stops, turned in profile in front of a statue of Anubis, running a gloved finger over the engravings along its base. Sam can clearly see the curve of cheekbones and the strong cut of her jaw. Sensing him watching, she turns to face him full on.

Sam steps closer as his artist's eyes continue cataloguing her features. A small smile plays on his lips at an errant smudge of soot on a cheek, the cinnamon freckles dusted across her face standing out against her creamy skin, even her full lips possess them. The nondescript nose is the same.

He remembers her being well above the normal height of most women, realizing it’s not from the heels of her indecently revealed boots under that god awful orange dress, it’s all her.

He moves scant inches in front of her, forcing her to tip her head back to continue making eye contact with him.

Sam’s stomach free falls in disbelief at their color, even her long lashes are exactly like Dean’s.

Were like Dean’s...Sam mentally having to remind himself his beloved older brother has been gone for nearly sixteen years.

“Fuck, your very tall!” She blurts out, snapping him from his dark musings.

“So are you and a lady does not use such language.” Sam gently admonishes, making her snort in a very unladylike manner, “Then you haven’t spent much time around real ladies if you believe they don’t curse.”

Sam chuckles knowing all too well those real ladies. Lady De Burgh did erotic things with him that would have even the lowest prostitute blushing. “You are very free with your opinions.”

She shrugged, “I prefer to be truthful than a sycophant like most of the queen's court.”

“Touché. Now that we are done exchanging the pleasantries,” Sam reached for the top button of the overcoat she stiffened, “I am not a whore even if my employer has cast me off.”

Sam lightly traced the button with his index finger, “He cast you off because of what happened that night?” His voice took a hard edge at how she had been treated by the Duke.

She bit her lower lip looking down, “None of that,” Sam touched her lip gently pulling it free and rubbed his thumb across it, enjoying its plumpness, “I’d rather you didn’t damage yourself and you’ve done nothing wrong to warrant dismissal, even if he has had his fill of you.”

It had always elicited anger in him at how the aristocracy thought they were above reproach for the way they treated those in their employment. Too many times he had seen women dismissed when the lord of the manor was done with them, moving on to the next young chit.

She looked up at him, “I know what is expected of a model...” blushing, she was unable to finish.

“I have never asked any woman to give more than she’s willing. I won’t deny I want you to warm my bed,” her eyes widened as Sam slowly licked his pink lips suggestively, distracting her as he unbuttoned the coat and moving behind her, slips it off, dropping it onto a nearby chair, and lowered his voice saying, “but only because it’s what you want too.”

Sam tipped his head down a bit, close enough she could feel him breathing against her cheek, the heat of him radiating on her back barely a hands width away, making her tremble, getting a sense of how imposing he really is as he takes the end of her scarf and untwined it to reveal her messy, barely held up by a few pins, hair. He gives into temptation and removed them.

Her hair was even more glorious than he remembered, luxuriously thick waves, kinked from the damp weather, tumbled past her waist, below her buttocks, brushing her thighs in a fiery mixture of reds and golds.

Sam walked in front of her watching her shiver, delighted he was already having an affect on her. “You’ve caught a chill. Let me show you to your room where you can freshen up.”

Sam lead her up three flights of stairs to the servants quarters in the attic. “You have the floor to yourself. Mrs. Mills has her own house, the maid lives with an aunt, the new boy is in the carriage house and of course Crowley is in the basement,” Izzy squinted at the amused way he said it, “the butlers quarters.”

“The WC is across the hall.” Sam remarks opening the door for Izzy to enter into the cupboard sized room typical for a governess and leans against the jam crossing his arms.

Upon the washstand sat a chipped basin and pitcher, the dresser had a fine layer of dust on it but the floor was recently swept, the linens laying on the narrow bed appear freshly laundered.

“The stove draws but we don’t skimp on coal, not that I’d expect you to light your own fire unless you want to.” Sam dropped a hand to rest on his thigh emphasizing his actual meaning. “I missed lunch, if you’re hungry, join me in the Blue room in a half hour.”

“You want me to sup with you?” Izzy asked confusedly, assuming she would be taking her meals with his other servants.

“Of course, even though I’m employing you, I prefer my models to dine with me, as would any guest would in my home. I’m afraid it will be whatever Crowley comes up with, Mrs. Mills won’t be back till Monday. If you prefer, I can have something sent up.”

Izzy was about to answer when her stomach rumbled loudly in the quiet quarters making Sam laugh, “I’m guessing you’ll join me?” She nodded in response. “Good, I’ll see you shortly Izzy Morgan.” Sam's eyes raked over her one more time before closing the door. Izzy sat in the bed shaking but not from the cool room.

Whether it was from her adrenaline tapering off or the sheer arousal Sam made her feel she wasn’t sure of. One thing she did know, one way or another, she wouldn’t leave his home an unsullied woman.

Dinner turned out to be sausage, rewarmed biscuits and a gravy that looked strange but was tasty. Sam lounged in his chair watching Izzy eat like a well mannered lady, she obviously had picked that up from being in service, but cleaned her plate like a dock worker. He had to add being a pinch penny to the Duke's growing list of faults when it came to his staff, judging by the way the awful orange dress was to short and hung loosely on her frame.

“I can get Crowley to fix you something else,” a confused expression crossed Izzy features wondering why he said that after she had already finished her dinner, “I noticed you cleared your plate.”

Oh.

Izzy felt her stomach clench so hard it hurt, once again hearing her mother’s voice running through her head about her unladylike appetite, eating everything in front of her as if she was some common field hand instead of a titled lady.

Lavinia Tennant never missed an opportunity to chastise her unladylike daughter.

A true lady eats like a bird, only a few tiny bits of each course out of politeness. No gentlemen would ever want a wife who eats more than him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eat this much, I won’t do it again.” Izzy automatically apologized using the tone that always placates her mother, staring at the table.

Sam sat up in surprise watching Izzy rapidly blinking, regaining control of herself realizing he had unwittingly triggered something in her. What had happened to her ? “I didn’t mean to imply you ate too much,” he reached over placing a finger under her chin and gently lifted up trying to get her to look at him, “I thought perhaps you were still hungry and would like something else. I’m not chastising you.”

Izzy finally looked up and Sam was saddened by the expression he found.

“In my home no one goes without what they need, do not be afraid to ask. And you’re welcome to raid my kitchen anytime, day or night. Do you understand me Izzy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, and it’s Sam. And do not think it has slipped my notice that you brought nothing, not even a toothbrush. I keep a few clothes on hand for my models but I doubt they’ll fit. If you can survive till Monday, I’ll take you to a dressmaker I know for something that’s not...this.” Sam finished gesturing the dress making him develop a hatred for the color orange.

“I feel like an orange nightmare.” Izzy comments, sounding more like herself.

She was intriguing him more and more. He knew she was made of sterner stuff but wondered what had happened to create the dichotomy he just witnessed.

“If you’re not too tired I want to get you in my studio and do some preliminary sketches tonight.”

***

Izzy wandered around the large room with high ceilings covered in tin refracting the lighting from the towering candelabras Sam lit. He didn’t use the gas lighting in here, something about the way the light cast something or another. She shivered slightly wondering why the room was cooler than the rest of the house.

As Sam pulled out a sketch pad and charcoal from a cabinet watching her moving in the periphery, examining everything with the same curiosity she had shown earlier stopping in front of a small copy of Venus and Cupid with a Saytar. “Did you do this?”

“Yes,” Sam said as he sat down on the stool he had placed near the raised platform covered in pillows, “it was the only one I have left from Italy. The Master would toss all of our works in the fire when he had to much to drink”

“You traveled quite a bit in your studies?”

“I was lucky that I had a chance to study with several Masters around Europe.”

“I’ve only been to Scotland once. Weather was dreadful but I wouldn't have traded it for a month of sunny days.” Izzy moved over to the platform and stood in front of it, “So how do you want me?”

Sam swallowed feeling himself becoming aroused at the innocent question as several ideas ran through his mind. “Please sit, I want to do a few preliminary sketches, familiarize myself with your features.” He watched as she stepped up and sat cross legged on the pillows keeping the ramrod straight posture like a duchess, something ladies were trained to do from childhood.

After about an hour she was wiggling around more than a professional model, “Can you sit still for more than a minute?” Sam huffed out ripping off another sheet, adding it to the growing pile around his feet. “Let's take a break.” Izzy stood up and arched her back stretching that awful dress taught over her revealing some interesting curves under its bagginess.

“That dress has gotten on my last nerve,” Sam barked out and pulled his shirt off handing it to her, “put this on.”

Izzy froze staring at him. She had seen men’s bare chests before, all her brothers weren't the most modest, but their figures were nothing compared to Sam’s.

He possessed musculature that could have been used for an anatomy manual, long chestnut hair brushed his broad shoulders encased in sun kissed golden skin, random beauty marks dotted his torso, a light smattering of hair sat between his nipples, toned stomach accented by the deep v of his hips.

Izzy already thought he was extremely attractive but after seeing Sam like this, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

Reluctantly taking the shirt she moved behind the carved screen participating a corner and unbuttoned her dress with shaking fingers. “Don’t forget to remove your chemise too.” Sam said standing directly on the other side.

“I know that Sam.” Izzy irritably tossed her dress over the screen hearing Sam curse after it landed on his head making her giggle.

She peeked around the screen at the sound of the candelabras being moved behind the platform. “I need to see you in a different lighting angle.” Sam tells her before perching on the stool again.

“Whenever your ready.”

Izzy feels her breathing becoming rapid as her nerves take over. She’s never been this undressed in front of any man before, not even Greyson and Sam Winchester was definitely not just any man.

“I know your nervous but I will only look at you as an artist and their subject. I won’t do anything untoward you unless you want it too.” Sam emphasizes again.

Izzy took a deep breath and came around the screen, walked to the platform and stepped on it.

“Don’t sit yet, move to the center in front of me please.” She moved to the designated spot.

“Turn around slowly,”

Sam felt his breath catch as the lighting behind her turned his white shirt translucent and he could see her figure.

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beanfic · 5 years ago

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Pumpkin Palooza

Kae & Sav’s Spooky Special | Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5610

Authors’ Note: Hey frens! Here is the first chapter of our three-part miniseries!! Our beloved spooky special :) Hope you enjoy!!! (picture credit)

Tyler’s POV

The sounds of whatever song was playing on the radio carried softly into the bathroom as I stood brushing my teeth. I bopped my head slowly from side to side, barely matching the rhythm of the drums. Sunlight filtered in through the window on the far side of the room, illuminating half of my body. A few shadows danced across my face as I stared at myself in the mirror, scrutinizing my appearance.

The song came to an end, which I took as my cue to spit out my toothpaste and rinse my mouth. In my bedroom, I could just make out the sound of my phone vibrating on the bedside table. I dropped my toothbrush into its holder and leaned closer to the mirror, using one hand to run over my scruff. It was getting long, but not long enough for me to consider taking the time to shave it down. After taking a couple moments to run my hands through my damp hair and fix it to my liking, I headed into my bedroom to see what I had missed.

My phone was lit up with a couple messages from the group chat that I had with Josh and Y/N. I read over them as I walked out to the kitchen to make myself some cereal.

Y/N: good morning, my dudes

Josh: good morning :) you’re up early today

Y/N: casper woke me up early this morning because he wanted to go on a walk. trust me, i wish i was still sleeping :p but at least i have you two to talk to all morning :)

I sighed. Three messages in and the two of them were already starting the flirting for the day. It was something that I had quickly grown used to. I had never really been bothered by their near constant back and forth, although I was bothered by neither of them being bold enough to just admit their feelings for the other. Even if I tried to step in and hint at their mutual feelings, they both brushed it off as me playing around.

That’s why I had come up with my master plan.

Tyler: good morning

After sending my message, I set my phone down on the counter while I made myself a quick bowl of cereal. My hands had been off my phone for a grand total of five seconds before it buzzed again. I looked over at it while I poured my cereal.

Y/N: ty! how’s it going? now that you’re both up, are plans still on for today? it’s day one of our spooky extravaganza!

Josh: i’m down if you two are

I put the cereal away before sending my response.

Tyler: i’m in. i’ll pick you up around noon?

Y/N: are you picking up josh first? :(

Tyler: it makes the most sense, so yes

Y/N: just once i want to be the one who gets picked up first

Josh: maybe you would get picked up first if you didn’t live on the opposite side of town

Y/N: it’s not my fault!

I shook my head as I grabbed a spoon. I had watched this same exact argument unfold hundreds of times before, and it always ended the same way.

Josh: hmm i think it is. there are plenty of houses for sale

Y/N: you think i can afford them? not all of us have money from all our successful albums and tours, joshua

Josh: you were the one who said you wanted to get picked up first!

Tyler: alright, you two, i’ll see you at noon

I set my phone down on the coffee table without waiting for a response and sank into the couch. The remote was already sitting on the cushions, making it easy for me to grab and switch on the TV. My phone vibrating against the coffee table soon become nothing more than background noise.

* * *

Josh dug his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatshirt as he walked down the path towards my car. He smiled as he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, immediately moving his hands in front of my air vents.

“My heater isn’t working properly,” he explained, skipping over a hello. “I’ve been in sweatshirts and sweatpants since last night.”

“Do you have someone coming to fix it?” I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.

“Yeah, there’s some people stopping by to take a look today. I’m hoping they can get it fixed by tonight.”

“If not, you can always come crash at my place. I wouldn’t want you freezing to death.”

“Thanks.”

After a few more minutes of warming up his hands, Josh leaned back in his seat and dropped his hands to his lap. He yawned loudly as he did so.

“Yikes, sorry.”

“Tired?” I laughed.

“Yeah. I was up late talking to Y/N last night.”

“How late?”

“Like, I’m not sure, three in the morning, maybe?”

“Oh geez. Are they ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. They’re fine.”

“Why so late, then?”

“I just really like talking to them. I don’t know what it is.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Stop.”

I turned and shot Josh a look. His cheeks were dusted pink, but he had been in the car long enough that I knew it wasn’t from the cold outside.

“Come on, man. You’ve already told me how you feel about Y/N, there’s no need to hide it now.”

“It’s not that.” He shook his head. “I’m just… I don’t think it’s going to happen. I can’t keep letting myself get my hopes up like this.”

“Josh, you and I both know there’s something there.”

“Is there?”

“Yes.”

And I was going to make sure that both of them finally realized that.

* * *

Your POV

“It’s colder than I thought it was going to be,” you said as you stepped out of the car. The makeshift parking lot was jam packed with cars and families making their way towards the farm. You pulled your sleeves down a little further over your hands.

“This is what my house felt like last night,” Josh said, pulling his beanie a little lower on his head. “It was awful.”

“I told you that you could have come over! But somebody didn’t want to make the drive.”

You just barely noticed the way Tyler turned to Josh with raised eyebrows out of the corner of your eye. A brief desire to ask what that look was all about crossed your mind, but you decided against feeding into it. It was probably better that you didn’t ask.

“It was like one in the morning and you were already in bed! I didn’t want to make you get up.”

“Hey, I am not going to listen to the two of you bickering all day. Let’s go,” Tyler said, tilting his head towards the entrance of the farm.

“Can we get something to drink?” you asked, falling into step with the boys. “It might be nice to have a warm drink to carry around so our fingers don’t freeze.”

“Yes!” Tyler grinned at you. “Let’s get donuts too.”

“Good thinking.”

You held a hand out to Tyler who happily engaged in the high five. Josh smiled at the two of you and shook his head.

“Hey, did I already say you look nice today, Y/N?” Josh added.

You looked down at the jeans and flannel combo you had opted for today. It hadn’t looked particularly special when you were studying yourself in the mirror, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach at Josh’s compliment.

“Thanks, Josh,” you smiled. “You look nice too.”

A gust of wind hit right as you finished speaking, prickling at your cheeks. Josh’s face immediately flushed a dusty shade of pink, and you were unable to tell if the color was from your compliment or the cool air. Biting back a sigh, you turned away from Josh and continued to follow Tyler through the crowd towards the building that housed donuts and hot cider.

“Ok, what are we thinking?” Tyler asked. You didn’t immediately register his question at first, you were too busy enjoying the relief from the crisp autumn air outside.

“Powdered sugar,” Josh answered immediately.

You turned to him with furrowed eyebrows, “You would rather have powdered sugar than pumpkin donuts?”

“Just one or two,” he shrugged. “I like powdered donuts.”

“What are you thinking, Ty?”

“I definitely want a pumpkin donut. Or maybe a cinnamon one? I can’t decide.”

“Oh wait, they have a variety bag,” Josh chimed in, stepping closer to you. He rested one hand on your lower back as he used the other to point at the menu. “See it? Three powdered donuts, three pumpkin donuts, and three cinnamon donuts.”

“Would you be willing to trade your pumpkin donut for my powdered sugar one?” you asked.

Josh looked at you, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. “I think I could be convinced.”

“Then I think that sounds good. Ty, you in?”

He nodded, “I’m in.”

You made casual conversation with the boys as you stood in line. Josh continued to stand close to you, not that you were complaining. His close proximity meant it was easier for you to take in his body heat, as well as the faint laundry detergent scent coming from his sweatshirt. The only part you weren’t enjoying so much was Tyler shooting you knowing looks every so often.

With donuts and warm drinks in hand, you found a nice stack of hay bales outside to sit on. They were tall enough that they blocked most of the wind, making the temperature much more bearable. You got comfy on one of them and immediately reached into the bag for your first donut.

“Cheers,” Tyler said, holding out his own donut.

You giggled as you tapped your own treat against his and Josh’s. Josh immediately took a large bite of his donut, covering most of his mouth in powdered sugar. You watched in amusement as he attempted to lick most of it off, but there were some spots he couldn’t quite reach.

“Need help, Josh?” you asked.

“What?”

“With the…” you trailed off, instead gesturing vaguely towards your own mouth.

“There’s more?”

“Just a little,” you laughed.

He sighed and tilted his chin out towards you, “Alright.”

You gently reached out and brushed the excess powdered sugar away with your thumb. Josh’s skin was smooth beneath your fingertips and it was hard to resist the urge to just run your fingers along his bottom lip. He had such nice lips.

“Did you get it all?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, snapping yourself out of your daydream. “Try to be a little more careful next time.”

“No promises.”

“What’s the plan after this?” Tyler asked, joining the conversation. “Pumpkins?”

“I think that makes sense. I’d rather not stay here too long since it’s freezing out,” you answered.

“Agreed,” Josh nodded.

“Are we still going to your apartment to carve pumpkins?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah. We can order some pizza and watch horror movies too.”

“Awesome.”

“Hey, do you think I could do a backflip off this hay bale?” Josh asked, completely redirecting the conversation.

You took a second to assess your surroundings, then nodded. “Totally.”

Josh wasted no time in stuffing the rest of his donut into his mouth and climbing up a couple hay bales. After taking a moment to make sure nobody was in his way, he flipped off the hay bale and landed gracefully on the dirt. You bit back a smile at his proud smirk as he adjusted his beanie.

“You think I could do a flip?” you asked.

“Y/N,” Tyler warned.

“Sure, but only if I’m there to spot you,” Josh said.

“Of course. There’s no way I’m flipping on my own.”

“Please be careful,” Tyler said.

“I will be.”

Josh held a hand out to you and helped you up onto the taller hay bale. Flipping seemed a lot scarier now that you were up here.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” you said.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Josh smiled.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

You listened carefully as Josh told you exactly what to do, although you were struggling to listen while he had one of his hands pressed firmly into your back as he spoke. Once you felt like you knew what you were doing, you gave Josh the ok.

“On my count, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Three, two, one, jump!”

You leaned into Josh’s hand and kicked your legs up over your head. His other arm caught your legs and helped them get all the way over so that you landed firmly on the ground beneath you.

“Woah, wait, I did it,” you grinned, stumbling slightly into Josh after your landing.

“Yeah, you did.” One of his arms was still wrapped around you, holding you close to his side. You were pressed up against him, still reeling from the adrenaline rush of doing a backflip… well, kind of.

“Impressive,” Tyler garbled around the donut in his mouth.

“Hey! Was that my cinnamon donut?” you asked.

Tyler’s eyes went wide as he realized what he had done. You shook your head and unwrapped yourself from Josh to instead go sit next to Tyler again.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he sighed, swallowing down the last bit.

“It’s ok, Ty, but you do owe me now.”

“I think that’s fair.”

You sat around a while longer until you and Josh finished the last of your donuts. Once they were gone and Tyler took the opportunity to show off his residual basketball skills by tossing the crumpled bag into a trash can, you headed off to the hay ride that would take you to the pumpkin patch.

“How do we do this?” Tyler asked, watching as the tractor slowly grew closer. “Do we hang on to the sides or something?”

“No,” you laughed. “You get inside and sit down on the hay.”

“More hay?” Josh sighed. “My allergies are going to start acting up.”

“You’ll be fine,” you said, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’ll be five minutes at most.”

“If you insist.”

“The most important rule is to not fall off, alright? Because that’s bad news for everyone involved.”

“Don’t fall off,” Tyler nodded. “I think I can manage that.”

The tractor pulled up in front of you and you quickly helped the boys up and onto a hay bale. Other families filled in the space around you. A couple teenagers were giving Tyler and Josh prolonged glances, but you hardly even noticed. You had known the boys long enough to tune things like that out now, although there were still many times where you ended up taking pictures for a fan or two.

“It smells like gas,” Tyler commented, wrinkling his nose up.

“You sure it’s not your hands?” you grinned, bumping him with your elbow.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed. “That was too easy.”

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

Tyler shook his head. Next to you, Josh was furiously rubbing his hands - which were now a lot redder than the last time you had seen them - together.

“Put your hands in your pocket!” you said, reaching out to push them closer to his body. “They’re going to freeze.”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” he laughed, but still put them in his pocket nonetheless.

After a few more minutes, the tractor came to a stop at the edge of a field of pumpkins. There were parents all over the place, chasing their toddlers as they happily smacked pumpkins and tried to climb all over them. You were already on the lookout for a perfect pumpkin to fulfill your vision.

“Where should we start?” Tyler asked.

“I don’t know, I’m overwhelmed,” Josh answered.

“Do you guys have an idea of what kind of pumpkin you want?”

“I want a big one,” Josh said. “Like a really big one.”

“I’m just going to see what calls to me,” Tyler said. His hands were also dug deep into his pockets as he looked around. “I don’t really have anything particular in mind.”

“Ok, then let's start wandering around.”

You led the boys through the field, occasionally pausing to survey a pumpkin here or there. Josh took any opportunity he could get to show off his strength by picking up excessively large pumpkins for you to look at. None of them had caught your eye yet, however.

“Wait!” Tyler called out. You stopped walking and turned around, only to realize that he was nearly ten feet behind you.

“Did you find one?” Josh asked.

“I think so.”

You and Josh wandered back to where Tyler was bent over a pumpkin. It was a little oddly shaped with weird bumps here and there, but he seemed completely pleased with it. After taking a moment to brush some dirt off, he scooped the pumpkin into his arms.

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s the perfect pumpkin for you, Ty,” you smiled.

“Agreed.”

Tyler lugged his pumpkin around while you and Josh continued to look at the pumpkins. You eventually found one that you liked: it was nice and round, had a smooth surface, and didn’t seem to be rotting anywhere that you could see. Plus, it wasn’t too heavy which meant you would have no problem getting it back to the car.

“Alright, Josh, it’s all up to you now.”

“Oh geez,” he smiled. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“It looks like there’s a lot of big pumpkins over there,” Tyler added. “Should we start there?”

“Good idea.”

You and Tyler followed after Josh with your pumpkins in your arms. Tyler’s pace started to slow, and for a moment you thought he was going to stop completely. It wasn’t until Josh was out of earshot and he beckoned you closer that you realized that this was deliberate.

“What?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s going on between you and Josh today?”

Your shoulders dropped in annoyance, “We’re not really doing this, are we?”

“You two are flirting nonstop! Did something happen that you didn’t tell me about?”

“No, nothing happened. Josh is just being friendly.”

“So I suppose that you wiping powdered donut off his lips was just friendly too?”

“Yes!” you whisper-yelled. “I would have done the same thing if you had food all over your face.”

“I can guarantee you that there would not be that much love in your eyes if you were wiping food off of my face.”

“There was no love in my eyes, what in the world are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“There’s nothing going on. Josh and I are friends and that’s it, alright?”

“Yeah, alright,” he said sarcastically.

“Hey! What are you guys doing all the way over there?” Josh called.

“Sorry, we just needed a rest!” Tyler answered, playing it off like nothing was going on. “It’s hard carrying around pumpkins while you keep aimlessly wandering around.”

“I found a good pumpkin.”

Before you made your way over to Josh, Tyler made sure to get in one last comment.

“I think there’s more there than you’re choosing to see.”

* * *

Josh’s POV

I smiled as Tyler sang along to the Halloween music that Y/N had put on as background noise for our pumpkin carving escapades. They were sitting across from me, carefully cutting out the top of their pumpkin so that they could start scooping out all the insides to start carving. That’s what I was currently doing with one hand as I munched on a piece of pizza with the other. Across from me, Tyler, aside from singing, was carefully sketching out his design on the face of his pumpkin.

“Hey! Watch the wood floors,” Y/N warned as some of my pumpkin guts went flying and landed dangerously close to the edge of the trashbags we were sitting on. “And Casper. I don’t want him covered in pumpkin by the end of the night.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled around pizza, glancing at where Casper was curled up next to Y/N. “I’ll be more careful.”

“What design are you doing, Ty?”

“I’m trying to do a skeleton,” he said, holding his pumpkin out for a moment to get a better look at it. “But I’m struggling to get the design right.”

“That’s why you’re a musician and not an artist,” I joked.

“Hey! Who said music isn’t art?”

I held up my hands in defeat and the both of us erupted into laughter, resulting in me nearly dropping my pizza onto the ground. Y/N shot me a look, but they were smiling.

“What about you, Josh?”

“I’m doing an alien, which I’m sure is a shock,” I laughed.

“Oh yeah, I never could have seen that one coming.”

“We have to stay on brand,” Tyler chimed in.

“What design are you doing, Y/N?”

“I was thinking a ghost. You know, spice things up instead of just doing a normal face.”

“I like it,” I nodded.

I admired Y/N as they worked on their pumpkin. They were chewing gently on their bottom lip as they sketched out their ghost design on the front of the pumpkin. My own pumpkin was completely forgotten until Tyler kicked my leg, drawing me back into reality. He held up a pumpkin seed and pretended to throw it at Y/N. My mouth immediately curled into a grin as I grabbed a seed from inside my pumpkin. After taking a moment to line up my shot, I tossed it at Y/N and immediately went back to pretending to clean out my pumpkin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Y/N looking between Tyler and I. It was taking all my energy to not let a smile completely overtake my face. Once they finally gave in and went back to working on their design, Tyler and I shared a look and nearly burst into laughter. Since they were distracted again, I grabbed another pumpkin seed and threw it at them. Unfortunately for me, they were ready this time and looked up before I had a chance to go back to looking innocent.

“Josh,” Y/N said, drawing out the vowel. “You’re not throwing pumpkin seeds at me, are you?”

“Of course not,” I said, but the smile that I was trying to hide was completely evident on my face.

“Liar!” they laughed, grabbing their own handful of pumpkin seeds and starting to toss them at me. I quickly reached into the bag of discarded pumpkin insides and started to throw them back at Y/N. A couple of them missed and skidded along the hardwood floors and under the couch. “You’re going to have to help me clean those up!”

“You started this!” I said as I threw another seed at them.

“Did not!”

We continued to throw pumpkin seeds all over the place until I finally ran out. Casper was running around, attempting to catch the pumpkin seeds in his mouth. More than once, he nearly crashed into Y/N, throwing them off their rhythm. Tyler mostly ignored the entire thing and continued to work on his own pumpkin, enjoying the peace of not having small objects hitting him in the face every few seconds, despite the fact that this war had been his idea in the first place.

“Are you two done?” he asked once the seeds finally stopped flying.

“For now,” Y/N said, shooting me a look.

“I’ll call a truce if you do.”

“Deal.”

I held out a gross pumpkin-goop covered hand. Y/N studied my hand for a moment before giving in and shaking it anyway.

“Good. Now no more pumpkin projectiles,” Tyler laughed.

“Pumpkin projectiles,” I repeated with a snort.

Things went back to being peaceful for awhile. The three of us were working away on our pumpkins and talking about potential snacks Tyler could make for the party that he was hosting tomorrow. My pumpkin design was going well, or at least, well enough that you could tell it was an alien. As for my artistic ability, that was an entirely different story.

Deciding that it had been long enough since the last time I messed with Y/N, I started to hatch a plan to bother them yet again. They had been pretty consistently skipping over songs, which involved them turning their back to me for a couple seconds while they waited for one they liked enough to let play. This was also the perfect opportunity for me to take the tool they just so happened to be using to make their ghost design.

“Don’t like this song,” Y/N huffed, setting down their tool and yet again turning their back to Tyler and I. While they were distracted, I scooped up the little scraper and tucked it beneath my leg where they wouldn’t be able to find it. Tyler took notice of this and immediately began to smile.

I watched as Y/N turned back around and reached for their tool, only to find the spot where they had left it empty. They began to look around, even going so far as to lift up their pumpkin to see if it had somehow slipped under there. Tyler and I were barely containing our laughter, which Y/N eventually took notice of.

“Alright, which one of you has it?” they asked, crossing their arms.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tyler said.

“Oh, come on,” they huffed. “I know I’m a bit absent-minded at times but there’s no way I misplaced an entire pumpkin tool.”

“What does it look like?” I asked, pretending to be concerned.

“It’s a little, like, orange tool. This big,” they said, holding their fingers up for reference. “Wait, hold on a second. I’m still not entirely convinced that you didn’t take it.”

“Does it look like this?” I asked, grabbing it from beneath my leg.

“Yes, thank you,” they said, reaching for it. I wasn’t ready to give in so easily, so I pulled my arm back and out of Y/N’s reach. They frowned and scooted closer to me, reaching their arm as far as it would go. “Josh! Give it here,” they laughed.

“No way.”

“Josh! Come on.”

They moved forward, grabbing onto my bicep and trying to pull it towards them. I resisted, but not so much that I would accidentally punch something if they decided to let go all of a sudden.

“I thought we had a truce,” they laughed as they tugged on my arm.

“We had a truce for… what was it? Pumpkin projectiles?”

“That was it,” Tyler chimed in.

“You two are the worst.”

I tried to move the arm that was supporting my body a little further back, but I miscalculated how much weight was on it and ended up falling straight back onto the hardwood. This caused Y/N to tumble right on top of me, leaving our noses only a few inches apart. I didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that my face was the brightest red that it had been all day.

“I’ll be taking that, thank you,” Y/N grinned, taking the tool out of my grip that had now loosened significantly.

I was still in a daze when Y/N fully climbed off of me and went back to sitting behind their own pumpkin. Tyler was looking at me with raised eyebrows, but I was avoiding his gaze. There were already enough butterflies in my stomach as it was and I didn’t need Tyler’s taunting look to make them even worse.

“Are you two almost done with your pumpkins?” Y/N asked as if nothing had happened. “I want to start the movie soon.”

“What movie are we watching?” Tyler asked.

“I was thinking The Conjuring. One of the best horror movies there is. Is that ok with you two?”

“Fine with me.”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing hard. “Me too.”

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“Do you have any other blankets?” I asked, noticing there were only two sitting on the couch.

“No, those are all I’ve got. We can share, if that’s ok with you?” Y/N asked, raising their eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’s ok. I’d rather not be alone under a blanket by myself while watching a horror movie, anyway.”

“Agreed,” Y/N smiled. “And there’s no way that Tyler is going to want to share a blanket with anyone.”

“Definitely not.”

I grabbed the larger of the two blankets and got settled on one end of the couch. Y/N always liked to sit between Tyler and I, especially when watching scary movies. They always joked around, saying that they felt safe with two celebrities on either side of them.

“Coming?” I asked, holding the blanket up for them to get comfortable.

The microwave went off in the other room, drawing their attention away. “Let me grab that, then I’ll come get comfortable.”

“Sounds good.”

I stared at some of the posters that Y/N had on their walls while I waited for them to return with snacks. Most of them were for movies that they particularly liked or bands that they had gone to see, although Tyler and I didn’t have the honor of being hung in the living room. Y/N always said that it was too cheesy to have their best friends on the wall, especially when they had guests over.

My looking around was interrupted by Casper joining me on the couch and plopping himself down right next to me. He looked at me for a moment before resting his head on my thigh and blinking up on me. Unable to resist his puppy dog eyes, I happily scratched at his fluffy ears.

“Ok, snacks are here!” Y/N grinned, returning with a bowl of popcorn and a bag of candy.

“Smells delicious,” I smiled.

“Thanks, I made it in the microwave,” they giggled. “Casper, down.”

I once again held the blanket out so that they could crawl under it once Casper was out of the way. They sat down next to me, leaving a small gap between us. I tried my best to mask my disappointment, but then decided that for once I wanted to make a bit of a move.

“You know, if you get a little closer to me then we can wrap the blanket around us a little tighter. It would be warmer.”

Y/N looked at me for a moment before they began to smile. “Good idea.”

They scooted closer so that our legs were now pressed together, sending tingles all the way up to my scalp. Tyler would undoubtedly have some comment about this situation, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Y/N was cuddled up next to me and that was more than enough to combat anything he had to say.

“Tyler!” Y/N called. “Are you almost done?”

“Yeah, I’m coming! I was just trying to get the bleeding to stop.”

“I should have gone in there and helped him,” Y/N sighed. “If he wasn’t capable of carving a pumpkin without injury, I should have known he wouldn’t be able to bandage it, either.”

Tyler appeared from the bathroom a few minutes later, now sporting a spooky bandage on his finger. He let his gaze linger on the two of us cuddled up under the blanket, but didn’t immediately make a comment. He just grabbed his own blanket and got comfortable on the other side of Y/N.

“Only two blankets, huh?” he smiled.

“I don’t have that many blankets here, Ty. I live alone.”

“I just asked a question!”

Y/N rolled their eyes and grabbed the remote from where it was sitting on the coffee table. The movie hadn’t even started and I could already feel my heart starting to beat a little harder in my chest, although that could have just been because Y/N was pressed up next to me.

“Ready?” they asked, hovering over the “Play Movie” button.

“Ready,” I nodded.

“Ready.”

Thirty minutes of the movie had passed and it was going surprisingly well. There hadn’t been anything too scary, and I was beginning to wonder if it was really going to live up to all the hype that Y/N had given it. Tyler had even fallen asleep on the opposite end of the couch and was now snoring lightly. Next to me, Y/N was watching the screen intently.

I was about to make a comment about the movie not being scary when the music ramped up and the first of what would eventually be many scary scenes played out on the screen. Without realizing it, my hand flew out and grabbed onto Y/N’s arm, gripping it tightly.

“Ow, Josh,” they laughed softly. “My arm.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, immediately loosening my grip. “I just wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

I let out a long breath of air. Maybe watching a scary movie hadn’t been such a good idea. Y/N must have noticed my distress, because they reached out and put a hand on my arm.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m right here.”

They slowly moved their hand along my arm until their fingers were laced with mine. All of the fear seemed to instantly melt away as I held their hand in my own. When I gave Y/N’s hand a light squeeze as thanks, I was met with one in return.

Maybe Tyler was onto something.

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a-really-bi-girl · 5 years ago

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Edelweiss - Chapter 2

Keycards and an elevator

Authors note: Enjoy!

You and Alex received the keycards to your room from Carlos as he told the two of you that you were not allowed to take anything from the minibar. “We won’t, “ Alex told his father with a smile while walking towards the elevator.

When the elevator arrived you and Alex got in. “I saw a liquor store a few streets from here,” Alex said smirking as the elevator door closes. “And I saw a Tiroler clothing store” you add while matching Alex his smirk.

The elevator opened on the second floor and two men entered. “The detective s can stay in room 312, how late will they arrive tomorrow?” asked the man with a heavy German accent. They will be here around 8 and they will introduce themselves around 9” says the other man.

Both men were dressed in different police uniforms. The one with the German accent was from the German Police force and the other was from the British police force. Your eyes fell on the guns they were sporting on there hips, while Alex's eyes fell on the German Police officer his rear. You rolled your eyes at him and the elevator door opened.

“Excuse us,” you say while exiting the elevator. “So we will be the neighbour’s of two detectives, “ Alex said smirking while the elevator door closes. “You and your weakness for men in uniforms” You laugh while walking towards the room that read 313.

“Hey! Leave my weakness alone!” he said while walking behind you towards the room. When in front of the door you bleeped it open with your keycard. When swinging the door open you peeked into the room. It was a big room with a big comfortable king-sized bed.

When you placed your suitcases next to the bed you noticed that you had a balcony. You opened both doors in a smooth motion which caused the fresh mountain air to enter your hotel room There you had a perfect view of the mountains and the forests.

“I’m taking the side closest to the door,” Alex said while letting himself drop face down on to the bed. “Okay, “ you said while looking at the view...

“My mom.just texted, we have to be downstairs for dinner in 5 minutes,” Alex said while walking towards the bathroom to fix his hair. You quickly changed your shirt for a new one while Alex was perfecting his hair.

“U ready?” Alex asked as he exited the bathroom. You nodded at him and opened the door. “Let’s have a look what Austria has to offer,” You said while exiting your hotel room.

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8 hours later, Innsbruck airport

“Finally” John cheered as he lit one of his beloved cigarette s.

“Those will be the death of you,” Chas said while shaking his head. The duo just flew across the Atlantic towards Austria, where they would be picked up by someone of the Police, one officer Braun.

The two men plopped down at a bench and John popped his feet up on his suitcase. John exhaled a breath of smoke into the air as Chas spotted a police fan entering the parking area. The van had its lights on as it raced towards the two men.

When the van stopped Infront of the two, John let out a breath of smoke. “ quests that’s our cab” said John as two doors flew open. Three men stepped out. “Constantine and Chandler?” the man in a full police uniform asked.

“That’s us Mate,” John said while standing up and placing his hands in his pockets.

“ I’m officer Braun from the Austria police corpse, I’m here to bring you towards the hotel “ the man explains while shaking Chas and John their hands. The other two officers grabbed the bags from the duo and they placed them in the trunk.

While entering the car John chuckled. “what are you laughing about” Chas asked as he fixed his seatbelt. “I never thought I would willingly enter a police car” John answered and Chas laughed at his answer. When John’s seatbelt closed the care raced away.

“When we arrive at the first scene I will debrief you with the known information. Try to get some sleep, you two will have a long day ahead” says Officer Braun to the Brits. Chas listened to what the officer said and dose off. John stared out of the car while softly plotting about the current situation. This is what he already knew by reading the paper and what he heard just now:

Whole families are disappearing, meaning that whoever is behind this isn’t specific about there victims.

Everything is happening in the Tirol area of Austria, which could mean that there is a local deity involved. properly someone who has a strong interest in nature, because the Tirol landscape is really rich in pure nature.

Everyone could still be alive because nobody has found any of the bodies yet.

There is a crime scene, so they have found something

It wasn’t much information but enough to keep John awake. The blonde played with one of his cigarettes as the police car climbed the steep road towards the hotel.

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“Aila!”

The sound of Alex's voice woke you up from your deep sleep.

“Wake up were going to be late for breakfast!” said Alex while throwing a pillow at your head.

“Was that really necessary?” you asked while moaning.

“No, but I will continue with tormenting you if you don't get up. So let's get going” Alex said while covering his toothbrush with his way to blue toothpaste.

“hmmm nope” You said while pulling the covers over your head. You could hear Alex sight as he pulled your covers off the bed.

”Aurora, get out of bed. I'm starting to get hangry” Alex joked as you stretched your body out.

“But the bed is soo comfy!”

“Don’t care, now get ready!” Alex said while placing his toothpaste covered toothbrush in his mouth.

You roll your eyes at him while rolling out of bed. As you walked over to your suitcase you quickly peeked outside to see what kind of weather it was. The was sun shining and there stood a light breeze so you quickly grabbed some high waisted denim shorts and a band t-shirt.

Alex just finished up in the bathroom when you entered. “all yours sleepy head” he said while laughing at your bedhead. You quickly brushed your wild hair before pulling it up into a ponytail. After getting dressed you applied some mascara. Your lashes were long, dark and fluffy.

After two pumps of your favourite perfume, you left the bathroom. “Finally, let’s go I’m starving,” Alex said while acting that he hasn’t eaten for days. You replied with a smile as you tied the shoelaces. Of your timberlands.

“All done!” you said while grabbing your keycard. Alex locked the room as you walked over towards the elevator and pressed the button. “are you seriously going to take the elevator!” Alex whines.

“Yes I am, I just got rudely interrupted from my much-needed beauty sleep so let me be lazy for a minute!” you joke to Alex as he walks towards the stairs.

When he appeared out of tight you leaned back against the wall across the elevator.

You played the three golden rings you wear on your fingers as you daydreamed about how comfortable the bed was.

Luckily you didn't have to wait long for the elevator to arrive.

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When the elevator doors opened Chas stepped out while talking with the hotel manager. He was busy promising that John would only smoke on the balcony and not inside.

John, on the other hand, was staring into the eyes of the woman Infront of him.

Her eyes were full of colour and really calming. Her lashes were long and the smile she wore on her pink full lips was hypnotizing.

“Goodmorning” she spoke

“Morning Lass” John mumbled.

Her wavy thick hair was held back into a ponytail and she wore short denim shorts with a band tee. Her clothes fitted her like a glove and it showed him all her curves.

John couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she swung her hips and moved one of her feet towards the elevator. John stepped out of the elevator as the woman walked closer towards it. Like the gentleman, John sometimes could be he held the door open for her.

“Here you go Luv”

“Thank you...” she said while entering the elevator and turning around to face John.

“ It’s Constantine, John Constantine. But you can call me John or Johnny. “ John spoke as he smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes while softly shaking her head.

“I think your friend is waiting,” she said while nodding towards Chas and matching Johns playful smirk.

John looked behind him and there he saw Chas and the manager. They were standing Infront of 312 waiting for John.

“Oh he, he has all the time off the world Lass,” John said while stopping the elevator door with his body.

“Sadly enough I don't, I’m late for breakfast” she spoke while pressing the button of the ground floor.

“At least give me your name Luv,” John asked with a husky tone of voice.

“Maybe later” She smirked at him while leaning back against the elevator wall.

John softly bit his lip as he checked her out.

“Alright Luv, but mark my words. you will tell me your name for the week is over ” John said winking at her as he exited the elevator.

“We will see Johnny” she said while quickly raising and lowering her eyebrows.

Her cheeks became a soft pink shade as the two looked into each other's eyes. The moment was sweet, flirtatious and sadly interrupted by the closing elevator door.

John got lost in his thoughts about the girl for a second before being called by a familiar voice.

“Are u done flirting 007?” Chas said while opening the door to their room.

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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 years ago

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Winter In Your Arms: Bonus “SIYE” Story (Lifeguard!Steve and Bucky Modern AU)

Seven:

A knee to his gut and an elbow to his cheek, Bucky groaned as he groggily woke up. Blearily, Bucky tried to focus on what was going on, only to have a large, wet tongue with kibble breath run along his face. As gently as possible, Bucky shoved the Labrador away and blinked away his sleepiness.

"Teve," Conner stage-whispered, kneeing Bucky again in his gut as he attempted to crawl over the brunet to get to his beloved uncle. "Teve, up!"

Rubbing at his eyes, Bucky lifted his head off the pillow to find that Conner, Thor, and Tibby had joined them in bed. Untangling his limbs from the muscular blond, Bucky rasped, "Wake up. We got a wake-up call."

"Huh?" Steve groaned in his sleepiness.

"Teve," Conner exclaimed, poking at Steve's cheeks.

"Mommy made pancakes," Tibby informed, trying to persuade her brother to get up.

"Choc-chip," Conner excitedly added, jumping around again. Only, Steve was his victim as Conner's foot landed on Steve's inner thigh, extremely close to his groin.

"Watch it, pal," Steve warned, wrapping Conner up in his arms so the toddler couldn't harm them any further. When Conner complained about being restrained and started to whine, Steve lifted him up and started pressing kisses all over his chubby little face.

Giggling, Conner squealed, "Teve!"

Noting the way that Tibby was longingly watching Steve and Conner, Bucky tugged at Tibby to bring her closer. Making sure to tickle her in the process, so she wouldn't feel left out. As she wiggled around while giggling, Bucky teased, "Steve, d'ya know you got a worm in your bed?"

"I'm not a worm," Tibby giggled, attempting to squirm away from Bucky's tickling fingers.

Lifting Conner above himself, Steve appraised the toddler for a moment before teasing, "We'd be able to catch some pretty big fish with these worms."

Conner squealed, giggling so much that he could barely make out the words, "No worm!"

"You sure?" Steve mocked. Impressively holding the wiggling toddler at arms-length while he laid below him, Steve looked over at Bucky, "What do you think?"

Bucky glanced from Tibby to Conner to Steve. Feigning thought, Bucky let Tibby catch her breath and finally slumped back into his spot on the bed. Missing the way Steve had wrapped around him when they were sleeping. Especially once Tibby accidentally kneed Bucky in his groin in her haste to be closer to the boys.

As Bucky let out a groan of agony, Steve hissed a sharp intake of breath in empathy. Carefully lowering Conner on his other side, Steve suggested to the kids, "Why don't you go tell Grandma that we'll be right up?"

Sighing, Conner climbed off the bed and hurried over to Tibby. Nearly tripping over his own feet on his way, and causing Steve's breath to hitch. Yup, Bucky knew that he wanted to raise his future children with Steve.

Once the door was closed behind the kids, Steve redirected his attention to Bucky. Placing one of his large hands on Bucky's muscular thighs, Steve soothingly rubbed at it in his attempt to make his boyfriend feel better while he asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Bucky answered, but his voice sounded rough even to his own ears. Trying to lighten the mood, Bucky added, "Might want to use your baby gravy for any future children though. Just to be on the safe side."

Steve's hand stilled on his thigh, and Bucky realized that he had shared too much. Sure, Bucky knew that he wanted this to be his last relationship. Bucky knew that he wanted to marry Steve and raise children together. It was something that Bucky had always day dreamed about when he was younger and crushing on Steve. Whenever he would look at his parents or the Rogers, Bucky knew, down deep in his bones, that he wanted that with Steve.

He just hadn't expressed any of those thoughts to the only person that he happened to want those things with.

Frozen, Bucky wondered how to backtrack. Yes, they've known each other most of their lives. But they had only been dating a few months now. And Bucky didn't want to scare Steve away.

"Well," Steve started, causing Bucky to hold his breath. Hanging on Steve's every word as he continued, "I always imagined some cute brunettes with your big blue eyes among our gaggle of kids. But it won't be the end of the world if we don't."

Relieved, Bucky laughed. He had never imagined that Steve thought about those things too. Running his hand through his longer dark hair, Bucky looked over at Steve and confirmed, "I love you."

A fond smile tugged at Steve's lips and he rubbed Bucky's thigh again as he reassured, "I love you, too."

Leaning in, the pair met in a sweet kiss. Bucky felt positively bubbly, so when they pulled back, he good-humoredly teased, "'Gaggle of kids,' huh?"

Steve blushed, and it was the most beautiful thing that Bucky had ever seen. Especially when it started creeping to his ears. Bashfully, Steve ducked his head as his blush darkened and he attempted to explain. After a couple of opening and closing his mouth, Steve finally settled with, "You know that I love kids."

All Bucky could do was laugh at that before leaning in and admitting, "I gotta kiss ya, babe."

"Better do it, stud," Steve challenged, wiggling his brows at Bucky.

Playfully rolling his eyes, Bucky leaned forward. Closing the distance between them and ignoring the morning breath to press a closed mouth kiss to Steve's lips. Morning breath or not, Bucky wasn't willing to miss any opportunity he had to kiss Steve.

"Teve?" Conner yelled, presumably from the top of the staircase.

Pulling back, Steve rolled back onto his back and used his hand that wasn't on Bucky's thigh to rub the sleep from his eyes. Bucky rolled onto his side to look at his handsome boyfriend. Content to look at him forever.

"Stop looking at me, ya fuckin' creeper," Steve teased, peeking through his fingers at Bucky.

Bucky grinned, "Can't help it. You're just too cute."

"You're one to --"

Tiny fists banging on the door interrupted Steve, and Bucky climbed off Steve's bed. In nothing but boxers, Bucky shivered. Longing to be back in the warm bed next to his hot boyfriend, but deciding against it. If Bucky knew one thing for certain, it was that if they didn't get up now, Tibby would call for reinforcements.

So, grabbing Steve's discarded sweater from the previous day, Bucky pulled it over his head and crossed the room for the door. Where tiny fists were still banging. Opening the door, Tibby's fist paused in the air. Crossing his arms, he looked down at his youngest sister, only for her to sheepishly smile up at him. Effectively, melting his tough-guy exterior as he uncrossed his arms and lifted Tibby into them.

Tibby giggled as she wrapped her slender arms around Bucky's neck. For a moment, they just held each other. Although Bucky was annoyed to be woken up, he had missed his youngest sister. Had missed his whole family, really. Sure, he enjoyed his independence and all that his college life brought him. But every night, he cuddled up to Blue just to feel closer to his family. Bucky was glad that Sam was his roommate on account that Sam never teased him about the bear.

Kissing Tibby's cheek made her squirm in his arms and scrunch her face up in disgust as she pinched her nose and nasally complained, "Your breath is stinky."

"I know," Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, "I was on my way to brush my teeth. What do you think I was doing?"

"Kissing Steve," Tibby teased, bashfully ducking her head into the crook of Bucky's neck.

Shocked that his little sister was calling him out like that, Bucky turned to look at Steve. Part of him mourning Steve's bare torso as he pulled on a blue sweatshirt. Part of him adored Steve because the sweatshirt was his. His heart swelling as Steve threw his head back and laughed at Tibby's comment, knowing just as much as Bucky did, that she was right.

From the top of the staircase where Conner was sitting, cautiously scooting down the staircase, he complained, "I kiss, too!"

Setting Tibby down, Bucky headed up the staircase to get Conner. Sure, he was maneuvering the stairs better the older he got, but Bucky still didn't trust him as much as Tibby. For one, Tibby had been walking longer. Second, Conner's limbs were growing, making him extremely uncoordinated.

Hefting Conner into his arms, Conner casually balanced on Bucky's hip and smiled at him. Leaning in, Conner pressed a kiss to Bucky's cheek. Causing Bucky's heart to grow like the Grinch's as he held the toddler just a little closer.

Crossing the room to the bathroom, Bucky entered the room and found Steve brushing his teeth while Tibby sat on the counter top. Setting Conner beside his sister, Bucky got his own toothbrush ready. The toothpaste started foaming in his mouth and when he looked at his reflection, he could practically see his future. Especially when Steve's reflection winked at him.

#summer in your eyes #winter in your arms #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #winter au #cozy #winter love

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Ripped: Part 12

So I was going to write more sacrificecup before this but I woke up yesterday morning like like...18 jokes in my head and had to get them all out before I lost them, so here is this.

Ao3

Hiccup tried valiantly to talk Mr. Grisly into a Grimborn book containing actual information but all attempts were brushed off repeatedly with the insistence that he’d been given a budget to hire experts for that.

Hiccup didn’t miss the dig that he is not considered an expert at the level of A. M. Mildew, but he wanted Grisly out of the library more than he wanted to argue. He knows Astrid doesn’t need his protection, but the way Grisly looked at her was uniquely sinister and the lopsided kind of glee in his voice when he talked to her is stuck in the back of Hiccup’s mind like a popcorn kernel in his teeth.

By the time he finally gives up and watches Grisly leave the library with a single beloved but largely sensationalized book, the archives are closed, and Hiccup finds himself suddenly completely underwhelmed. Given that he has not shifted his schedule back while his tours are…temporarily postponed, he texted Astrid pretty soon after waking up.

All in all that was a pretty landmark start to the day.

He starts the long walk home, glancing wistfully into alleys as he crosses them. He can’t help but feel disconnected and exposed on the main streets, surrounded by false modernity made out of plywood with a million percent markup. He knows Snotlout is right. He does look suspicious and he’s hiding enough by not telling Eretson where Dave’s prosthetic came from, but he’s sick of it taking so long to get everywhere.

Plus, assuming a Grimborn copycat working backwards, doesn’t he just have to stay away from the second murder site?

Unless the order of the two murders was a fluke and he should be staying away from the first site, a stomach clenching thought that’s categorically impossible. He couldn’t stay away from Astrid now if she lived in a volcano or had a loft in Atlantis, not after she told him that she likes him. Him. She likes him. Astrid. The beautiful, violent toothbrush assault artist who makes sure he sees what she does likes him.

His phone buzzes with a slow to download text message, lagging from the library’s thick brick walls.

Astrid (5:21pm): how’d that go?

He stops short and a man in a suit slams into his back, glaring at him for interrupting the flow of pedestrian traffic. Hiccup would thank the guy for restarting his heart, except talking is a little hard with it pounding in his throat.

How’d that go? Does she want…a review of some kind? Should he inform her of her 10.0 perfect score kissing skills but deduct a half a gold star for startling the hell out of him? Not that he minded being startled, really, but Astrid seems like a tough love type.

“On your left,” a bike whizzes by and he stumbles, still staring at his phone and barely snapping out of the haze with the insult that follows, “fucking tourist!”

“No bikes on the sidewalk, asshole!”

If he critiques her, does that mean she’s going to critique him? She doesn’t let him get away with anything else, after all. If he weren’t so giddy about her kissing him, he’d be more confused that she still wanted to after all that murder site sex idiocy that fell out of his mouth at Gruff’s.

Hiccup (6:04pm): I thought it was nice

He settles for neutral or something like it.

Astrid (6:05pm): I meant the creepy guy making you find a book for him

His heart drops. Of course she meant the whole Grisly thing, not—why would she be asking him how kissing was? She was there.

It’s a twisted kindness that he knows he’s said and done dumber things to and around her, so this probably won’t be the instance that scares her off.

Hiccup (6:06pm): right that makes more sense than you asking me to critique your kissing Hiccup (6:06pm): which was top notch by the way no comments, don’t change a thing Hiccup (6:07pm): so I do it anyway, fuck, anyway grisly is creepy as hell and I really hate that he’s investigating murders, it’s not fair because his breath’s death count is probably higher than any small time grimborn copycat

None of that made it better.

Astrid (6:07pm): I thought it was nice too Astrid (6:08pm): so you really think it’s a copycat then?

The morning’s roller coaster of emotions repeats in miniature and Hiccup pauses to unlock his front door and set his stuff down inside. Maybe his dad’s old chair has enough common-sense energy left to keep him from making more of an ass of himself and he flops into it.

Hiccup (6:11pm): no, we aren’t talking about grimborn, I forgot sorry

Astrid (6:12pm): it’s fine

Hiccup (6:12pm): no, we said we weren’t, let’s…talk about the next time we can not talk about grimborn

Astrid (6:14pm): is that a euphemism?

He blinks at that text for a second, trying and failing to shove his comprehension of it back into a neat little cube that will let him think or breathe or do anything but burn remembering how she felt against him.

Hiccup (6:15pm): Tomorrow?

And he has no money. Very minimal money at least. Not the kind of money that adults have for dates when there are euphemisms involved. Not that he’d pay for them like Viggo Grimborn luring some unsuspecting woman into an alley—this is why he’s single.

Astrid (6:16pm): Sure, what do you want to do?

Everything. Nothing. Ask questions and actually let her talk, for once, but that would require a personality transplant apparently and he doesn’t have time for one of those. Plus those probably cost money. Maybe he could pay for it with that frozen yogurt gift card, hell using a frozen yogurt gift card would practically be a personality transplant in and of itself—

Hiccup (6:16pm): frozen yogurt!!!

Astrid (6:17pm): so you’re…adamant about frozen yogurt, alright

Hiccup (6:17pm): oh no, I hate frozen yogurt, but I have no money and a gift card

Astrid (6:18pm): you know I can pay, right? This isn’t the middle ages, you don’t need to demonstrate your chivalry to me.

Hiccup (6:19pm): oh, I know, plus I’d cry if you expected me to put my hat down on a puddle so you could cross it Hiccup (6:20pm): I guess…this sounds weird but bear with me

Astrid (6:20pm): I think you just defined every interaction we’ve ever had

Hiccup (6:21pm): In a roundabout way, getting frozen yogurt sounds like a good idea because taking you places that I love has had really weird and complicated results, so maybe the answer is to take you somewhere that I hate

Astrid (6:22pm): it’s a date

00000

“Anything for me?” Hiccup yawns on his way out of his bedroom the next afternoon when they wake up, watching Snotlout juggle a shoebox sized cardboard box and a handful of envelopes through the door.

“Looks like a credit card offer and a student loan notice,” Snotlout holds out the box for Hiccup to take his mail.

“Two of the four horsemen of the adult apocalypse,” he tosses the credit card offer and opens the loan statement with a grimace.

“You know you can get those online right?” Snotlout sits down on the couch with the box in his lap, using the butter knife from his morning toast to open it.

“Hey, I sold my soul to the devil for an Art History degree, I want the hard copy receipt.” The number on the notice looks worse than normal though and it takes Hiccup a second to put together why.

It’s not about being able to pay for Astrid, she’s obviously not someone who cares about stuff like that. It’s about not…dragging her down. It’s different when Snotlout is the only one who sees him survive on ramen in the summer when tour interest goes down, Snotlout has seen worse. It’s different when he has a pocket of cash too.

He started doing tours for his own entertainment, he helped Heather start her company when it was all about the mystery for both of them. It was the notoriety that bugged him and that only amped up when the crime scenes got a fresh coat of caution tape.

But right now, staring at that number that really does keep growing when he doesn’t pay it, he’s reminded full force that he also does tours for the money.

“I’ve been thinking, I should start tours up again,” Hiccup sticks the mail to the fridge and nods to himself, “yeah, that’s a good idea, Berserker tours must be booking months out by now, I could get full share of the spontaneous customers. Any idea if there’s any issue at the crime scenes?”

Snotlout doesn’t mock him, which should be his first clue that something isn’t right, and when he turns around, Snotlout is staring into the open box on his lap with a pale face and wide eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t my self-tanner.”

“You ordered self-tanner?” Hiccup raises an eyebrow and crosses the room to see what is so offensive to receive in self-tanner’s stead.

It’s not skin bleaching cream, which would have been apt.

It’s a foot.

A foot standing disembodied in the shabby cardboard box, almost waxy in appearance, harmless except for the dread emanating off of it. Hiccup’s never seen an unattached right foot before, and he can’t say it was on his bucket list. There’s a note taped to the lid of the box and smeared with streaks Hiccup doesn’t want to think about, so he tries to focus on the letters. They’re blurry either from damp paper or his struggle to keep his eyes still on them, but he can see they line up in neat rows.

It reminds him of a letter he saw in glass in a collector’s museum. A letter that had been delivered wrapped around a victim’s finger and sent to Deputy Detective Ryker over a hundred years ago. A letter that had led to his eventual stint in custody.

“Is that a poem?”

“It’s a foot!” Snotlout jumps up, holding the box at arm’s length and shuffling towards the kitchen, “I know you only have one but you should still recognize it!”

Hiccup leans over the box when Snotlout sets it down, squinting at the writing and willing his heart to slow down enough to let him read, “is that in comic sans?”

“It’s a fucking foot,” he starts pacing, pulling his phone out and presumably dialing the station. “Yeah, I’ve got human remains in a fucking box—no, they were shipped here, are you crazy, Johnson? Yeah, maybe send a car, that’s a fucking brilliant idea, great job!”

Thoughts of Grimborn letters, fingers, Snotlout’s badge, and disconcertingly, of Astrid wondering what he’d do if the murders continued rush through Hiccup’s head as he fumbles with his phone, snapping four or five quick pictures of the box, as close as he can to the message.

“What are you doing?” Snotlout snaps as he hangs up and Hiccup holds his phone up.

“Oh, you mean—”

“Yes, I mean, are you taking pictures of evidence for your creepy collection? Because it’s bad enough that I touched the box,” he shudders, “oh shit, I set it on my lap, did I get dead foot juice on my junk?”

“No—”

“Are you sure?” Snotlout is more preoccupied with his lap than Hiccup’s phone now, but it’s still better to pad the lie.

“No, I’m not taking pictures of for my creepy collection.” He’s taking pictures for another reason, so it’s not technically a lie, “I’m texting Astrid that I doubt I’ll be able to make our date today.”

Hiccup (4:00pm): I don’t think I’m going to be able to do anything today, do you want actual reason or wild excuse?

“Yeah, they’re sending a car over,” Snotlout huffs, “goddammit, I thought I had one day without Eretson’s smug face—but no, some creep had to send us a hacked off foot, great.”

Astrid (4:02pm): actual reason

Hiccup (4:02pm): snotlout received a package that he thought was the self-tanner he ordered, but actually was a disembodied foot, and there’s a blurry message with it in a font I believe to be comic sans

Astrid (4:03pm): I had to read that three times to make sure I didn’t accidentally say wild excuse

Hiccup (4:03pm): raincheck?

Astrid (4:04pm): Don’t go spending that gift card without me

“Dude, put your shoes on,” Snotlout throws Hiccup’s shoes at him, one of them hitting him in the side.

“Hey!”

“They’re outside,” he points at Hiccup’s plastic left foot, “that’s a secret, remember?”

“Shit,” the rush to yank his shoes on is a perfect capsule of the anxiety that multiplies over the next hour or so as a forensic team takes the box and swabs what feels like every inch of the apartment. Snotlout isn’t happy to be in the back of a police car, even if he knows the officers in front, and he’s less happy to be plopped in Eretson’s office on the wrong side of the desk.

It doesn’t help anything that they’re both still in pajamas.

“About the self-tanner, dude,” Snotlout clears his throat, looking out the office window and presumably checking if Eretson is on his way, “it’s going to be really natural and gradual, you weren’t even going to notice.”

“That’s what you want to talk about right now?” Hiccup’s phone burns a hole in his pocket, and he hates how much he hates Heather. He needs to show it to someone. Then again, Heather wasn’t trustworthy when he trusted her.

“I watched a video on how to apply it—”

“Yeah, did it include directions to the jersey shore?”

“You mix it with your moisturizer for the first week and the color grabs slower, plus I have black chest hair, it was going to blend!”

Eretson opens the door somewhere between jersey shore and moisturizer, as stony faced as Hiccup has ever seen him.

“Mr. Haddock, Jorgenson,” he sits down and starts typing efficiently, not so much avoiding eye contact as metering his attention where he sees fit.

“It’s Officer Jorgenson to you, thanks,” Snotlout crosses his arms, flexing too obviously, and Hiccup elbows him. Officer doesn’t make anything seem better right now. The whole reason Deputy Detective Ryker spent two months in custody as Grimborn was because they could blame the bungled case on him.

“You’re not on duty, Mr. Jorgenson, in fact I believe I overheard you planning a beach vacation, don’t let my investigation interrupt it.” When he does look up, it’s at Hiccup in particular, “at five o’clock this time?”

“I know how you love your job?” Hiccup shrugs and Eretson sighs.

“So, Mr. Jorgenson, you received a package of unknown origin—“

“I thought it was from Amazon,” Snotlout tries to kick his feet up on the desk but they don’t quite reach and Hiccup rubs his eyes to avoid seeing Eretson’s reaction.

Hiding his eyes doesn’t help, every ounce of repressed irritation comes through in the detective’s pinched voice.

“Was the package addressed to you?”

“I was expecting a package so I opened the package,” Snotlout scoffs.

“You didn’t check if your name was on it?” Hiccup hisses at him and he flings his arms up, still trying to look bigger.

“I ask the questions,” Eretson doesn’t quite pound his hand on the table but the intent is there, and Hiccup tries to mentally will Snotlout to behave but his skull has always been too thick for that. “The package was addressed to an SG Jorgenson, is that you?”

“Those are my initials.”

“And they stand for?” The detective readies himself to write it down.

“My names,” he deflates, “Snotlout Gary Jorgenson, but—wait, someone sent me a cut off foot? That’s super fucked up.”

“Yes, you’re getting it, murder is fucked up” Eretson sets down a picture of Dave, or his body, coroner sheet thankfully pulled up directly under his chin. “The foot was an exact match to Dave Ralston.”

“Well I don’t know that guy,” Snotlout lies semi-convincingly, “I definitely don’t know why anyone would send me his foot.”

Eretson turns to Hiccup, “I understand you knew Dave Ralston from the homeless shelter.”

“Are you saying I mailed Snotlout a foot of a homeless man I knew in passing?” Hiccup’s fear manifests as it always does, a reason to be indignant and loud. He thinks of that leg and how he can remember having it fitted, learning to hobble on it and imagining toes. “Because no, that didn’t happen.”

“Your alibi for—“

“I was at the archives, you can talk to Astrid, you can talk to Fishlegs—“

“The package was mailed from the archives yesterday in the last package pickup at 4:30,” Eretson glances out his office window and Hiccup does the same, trying not to wince when he sees Mr. Grisly, talking to someone he can’t quite see.

He can’t lie.

“I was—“

“With Astrid,” the detective fills in, “of course.”

“I have texts,” he fumbles with his phone, but of course his camera is still open, the bloody note tiled in the corner as the last picture he took and he shoves it back into his pajama pocket. If he starts tapping his foot, it might creak, he didn’t fully tighten it down before they had to leave. “I can send them to you or something. To keep the um…encrypted dates for official—“

“Well Grisly was there too, right?” Snotlout trusts the office’s soundproofing far more than Hiccup would. “Who says he didn’t do it? It seems like the kind of creepy shit he’d do—“

“That’s enough,” Eretson booms, the sound reverberating like a ghost off of the walls. Snotlout opens his mouth to continue and Hiccup smacks him in the arm, shaking his head.

“Guess that beach vacation is cancelled, huh?” He nods at Eretson in understanding, “good thing you can get the same golden glow from a handy bottle that won’t take us out of town.”

“I’ll be following up.” Eretson gestures at the door and Hiccup leans carefully on Snotlout’s shoulder to stand, making sure his leg doesn’t creak or buckle or give itself away when it takes his anxious weight.

“Sure thing,” Hiccup drags Snotlout from the room before he can decide to go back onto tiptoes or something equally stupid. Of course, that means it’s Hiccup’s turn to be stupid and he balks outside the door, eyes widening when he sees who Grisly is talking to, “Heather?”

“Hiccup,” Heather cocks her hip, holding a thick, official looking file that isn’t labeled with her usual red sharpie. Someone else’s file. A police file. “Nice…jumpsuit.” She looks down at his plaid pajamas and he knows her too well to ignore her concern. It’s deeply buried but there and he glares at Grisly. Not even Heather deserves to deal with Rasputin’s mangy ghost.

“Miss Berserker is the Grimborn expert we hired, she’s already been explaining the concept of Trader Johann to me,” Grisly grins and maybe he’s exactly what Heather deserves, “very concise and articulate.”

“Yeah, easier to feed conjecture in small bites—“ Hiccup starts, but Snotlout grabs his arm. “I don’t know though, ‘Zombie Trader Johann’ is a little hard for anyone to swallow.”

“When solving a mystery of this magnitude,” Grisly chuckles, “we must consider all angles. Right down to resurrection.”

“Hiccup, let’s go,” Snotlout tugs and speaks a little too loud, clearly for Heather’s benefit, “don’t you have that date to get to?”

“Are you still doing tours?” Hiccup ignores him.

“Dagur’s taking over some of them,” she tries to sound professional and he remembers her wide grin when he showed her the ‘All Safe’ wall for the first time. Astrid’s picture is a piece of proof she doesn’t have, and it doubles his compulsion to get it out there. “Are you still—“

“I will be,” he nods, “I’ve got some new evidence.”

“I’m sure you do,” Grisly cuts off the conversation and points at the door, “official police business, I’m sure you understand.”

“He does,” Snotlout grumbles, glaring up at Grisly as he shoves Hiccup along, either barely remembering to mind his leg or getting lucky that he’s not causing a limp. “When we get home, I’m going to take a shower, because I swear I got dead foot juice on my lap, and then I’m going to look up ‘how not to be weird and morbid’ in your freaking office, and shove whatever book I find that definition in up your—“

“Gobber?” Hiccup once again stops short as Snotlout tries to forcibly drag him from the police station yet again. Eretson must have snuck around while they were talking to Heather, because he’s at the front desk with Gobber, discussing some notes.

“Can’t say I’m glad to see you here,” Gobber chuckles, “but I’m always glad to see you. And oh, you have Snotlout with you.”

“Yeah, I know, you must be thrilled to see me too,” Snotlout grins, apparently finding a new thing to hold over Eretson.

“Eh.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m glad to be here, not really my choice,” Hiccup glances at the detective.

“Oh, I’m sure you look guilty for something,” Gobber leans sideways and whispers loudly to Eretson, “it’s his specialty.”

“No, assuming I’m guilty is everyone else’s specialty,” Hiccup crosses his arms, leg feeling shaky like it never does.

“Aye, cops especially, so it’d be fastest if you let the handsome detective do his job—“

“Handsome?” Eretson isn’t used to being caught off guard and it doesn’t last long. “Of course, you were making a pass at me, and here I thought you were the only one in this damn town trying to help.” He collects his files, mumbling under his breath as he stalks back towards his office, clearly further from leaving the office than ever.

“Can’t it be both?” Gobber shrugs and Hiccup shakes his head.

“Twenty five years of friendship and you sell me out for a hot piece of ass?”

“I don’t think it counted as friendship when you were a baby.”

Snotlout scowls back towards the offices, “who cares about friendship? I’ve been working out just as much as he does, why does he still get everything?”

“For the best probably,” Gobber shakes his head, “you couldn’t handle me.”

Hiccup blinks at his father’s best and oldest friend, “you know, Gobber, thanks for that. Now I won’t have nightmares about mutilated body part mail.”

“Anytime.” He nods and this time it’s Hiccup dragging Snotlout outside.

Snotlout wasn’t kidding about the immediate shower, and he must have been serious about the ‘dead foot juice’, as he put it, because he throws his pajamas in the kitchen trash on the way back to his room to get dressed. Hiccup doesn’t like thinking about them in there and Snotlout agrees as he ties up the mostly empty trash as soon as he’s dressed, looking around at the ghost of forensic swab marks on almost every surface.

“Yeah, no, I don’t want to hang out in the foot-mail apartment right now,” he shudders, “Gruff’s?”

“Uh, sure,” Hiccup glances at his dad’s office door, wanting to print out one of the pictures he took and start deciphering it, but knowing if he wants to research right now it’ll be suspicious.

“I’m sure a girl as hot as Astrid already has another date lined up, you can talk to her tomorrow.” Snotlout sighs, “just put on some actual pants and come hang out until I stop thinking about…saw marks and—”

“Yeah, ok,” Hiccup doesn’t make him say it, swallowing hard against his own repressed memory as he changes. For the first time ever, he avoids looking down at his right foot and trips a little getting into his jeans because of it, but he shakes it off to engage full scale Snotlout distraction mode. “So, did you notice Eretson had a mustard stain on his shirt?”

“What? Where was it? Was it on his tie?” Snotlout snorts, “I bet he eats sandwiches like an idiot.”

Hiccup makes up enough details about the imagined stain to preoccupy Snotlout the entire walk to the bar, even throwing in a few fake laughs at a very bad impression of a British accent. He’s not quite cheerful by the time they’re sitting at the bar, but he’s cheered enough to start his version of the standard cop lecture.

“As little as possible actually means as little as possible in this situation,” he gives Hiccup a disappointed look, “like if you want to make Heather jealous, just tell her you have a date like a normal person, don’t say you’re going to start your creepy tours back up, especially at a time when that Grisly dick thinks Venison Greenland has something to do with the murders.”

“Ok, I’ll work backwards on that,” he numbers on his fingers, “Venison Greenland isn’t even clever, I am going to start tours back up, and I don’t care about making Heather jealous. And my date was cancelled by a surprisingly efficient postal shipment, which makes me wonder—”

“You can’t start tours back up right now, dude.”

“As I was saying, it makes me wonder if the person behind all of this has some sort of government sway,” Hiccup nods importantly.

“I can’t tell if you’re bullshitting me to avoid talking about Heather or not.”

“I don’t know why you always want to talk about Heather.” Hiccup stares at the row of dusty bottles above the bar and tries not to think about their comfortable nights at the Ripped Tavern, before things got contentious. Heather’s pet theory was Ryker before it was Johann and it makes his stomach churn.

“Because she was my friend too and I always thought shit would get weird in the group because you two paired off to have a murder themed wedding or something,” he shrugs, “not because you disagreed about research.”

“Snotlout, my issues with Heather are with her, if you want to be her friend that’s between you guys.”

“Are you kidding?” He snorts, “even before she teamed up with Mr. Grisly she screwed you over. Not a chance.” It would be sweet if Snotlout didn’t punctuate it by punching him in the shoulder so hard he almost falls off of the stool.

And if that package didn’t neatly line Snotlout up with Ryker.

“I’d have way better luck getting back at her by restarting tours than by making her jealous with some cancelled date.”

“You know what sucks? I used to be able to explain to you that girls care more about you moving on with another girl than they do about hundred-year-old murders, but now you’ve got Astrid whispering Grimborn in your ear—”

“Oh god, don’t go there,” Hiccup winces, “not today, haven’t I been through enough? Didn’t you hurt me enough by hitting on Gobber—”

“I wasn’t hitting on him, I just don’t know why he was hitting on Eretson when I was right there.”

“Probably because he’s known you literally your entire life.”

“Yeah, and so has your mom—”

“I’m restarting tours,” Hiccup cuts that off, “I need the money, for one—”

“Amen to that, Hiccup,” Gruffnut leans on the other side of the bar and glares at Snotlout, “it’s tough not being employed by the government to be a narc, isn’t it?”

“Just because I’m the only one with a job that makes money doesn’t make me a narc.”

“Oh, I do plenty for money,” Gruffnut numbers off, “I dress up as my dumb boy cousin and scam people, I wipe the counters, I pour beers for people, I sell alcohol for way more than I pay for it—”

“Except for the first thing, those are all just part of being a bartender,” Hiccup points out and Gruffnut shakes his head like it’s heavy with exhaustion.

“I know, right? I go above and beyond and I still barely make rent,” he whispers conspiratorially, “all the toilet paper in the bathroom is stolen from McDonalds.”

“I can hear you,” Snotlout shoos him, “so if you don’t want me to tell McDonalds—”

“See? Narc.” Gruffnut shuffles off to the other end of the bar.

“You could get a job, you know, with a boss and a paycheck and insurance that you don’t have to pretend to be my domestic partner to get.” Snotlout doesn’t need to know how much he sounds like Hiccup’s dad sometimes, it would go to his head.

“Yeah, I’m sure the five-year gap in my nonexistent resume would be great for that.” He sighs, “I guess I’m worried about…if I’m not giving tours, Heather’s basically controlling the whole Grimborn narrative in Berk and now she’s apparently working with Grisly, who—I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t think it mattered but he came by the archives yesterday—”

“I know,” Snotlout rolls his eyes, “Astrid told me.”

“Anyway, Grisly wanted a copy of that Admiral Haddock book, which means that the so called ‘experts’ at the station aren’t exactly people I trust with the truth.”

“Just a couple of weeks ago you were saying how shitty Heather was to be giving tours to active crime scenes.” Snotlout orders another beer, foot tapping against the rung of his stool, and Hiccup still never knows how to act when his cousin is worried about him.

It’s even harder when the feeling is mutual.

“I guess I was really hoping that this wasn’t connected to Grimborn,” Hiccup shrugs, “but now with the modern equivalent of the Ryker finger showing up at your—our door. Our door. I guess that me not doing a tour didn’t prevent the body part mailing, but maybe I could calm down the hysteria a bit while Heather is too busy to dump gasoline on the flames.”

And he can see what kind of information is spreading. Call him paranoid but this is all starting to circle a little too close to home.

“That’s stupid.”

“Well, I’m stupid,” Hiccup is at least keeping his promise to Astrid with that one.

“Yeah you are, given you’re actively deciding to harass Astrid’s apartment nightly when she’s your alibi for a bunch of sketchy shit.”

Hiccup opens his mouth to tell him that Astrid doesn’t mind, but then he remembers something she said when he thought she wouldn’t read a book, let alone go on a private tour with him.

“Can I borrow fifty bucks?” He stands up, “and I mean borrow, I will pay you back when this all works out.”

#ripped #httyd fic #modern au #hiccstrid fic #serial killer tour guide au #tw mild gore #tw comic sans #coplout #coplout is my life

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httpdabi · 6 years ago

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Don’t Stop

Word Count: 5.5k

Characters: Hyungwon- DJ H.One x OC

Genres: Comedy, romance, smut

Warnings: 18+, public sex, hardcore myb?, half drunk sex (plus the description sucks so badly, but it’s just a smut fic with our precious DJ Hyungwon. Yes I’m obsessed with him)

Maybe if i didn’t drink that night, nothing of it wouldn’t happen. Hyungwon would hype the crowd up with his DJ skills and I would just rest. But of course, my drunk self had to do something that sober me would never do. Not that i regret it ;)

The sun was touching my skin, like I was his favorite person in this whole world. I could feel it so well. Eyes closed, feeling the summer wind, the only pressure I was feeling, were the sunglasses on my nose. Hearing the waves and the ice in my cocktail made me even more relaxed. I felt a hand on my arm, lightly shaking it. Turning my head slowly to the side, I saw G Dragon shaking my arm with worried expression.

Why would he be worried on a such a nice day on the Hawaiian beach, I thought.

The shaking was getting harder and harder. I opened my eyes and saw Hyungwon’s face in front of mine.

,, Stop dreaming, the professor is looking at you’’ Hyungwon hissed. So much about Hawaii and G Dragon.

,, Gosh, you really need to find a boyfriend and stop the G Dragon obsession’’ he said quietly, only for me to hear.

,, Yeah, fuck you’’ I replied rolling my eyes at him. He always had to destroy my dreams, saying how I’m the one in a billion, in the sea of fans. Well, it’s all true, but let me dream.

,, Did you make me a sandwich ?’’ he asked me, since the break was getting closer. Just making sure because last day I forgot to do it. I simply nodded my head, not bothering to answer, too lazy to open my mouth and speak.

His excuse was that he read somewhere how the sandwich is around 80% more tasty when someone else makes it for you. But in fact, he was just lazy to make one. In the morning if the alarm wakes him up, he is just like a zombie. I think he would rather collapse then make one.

When the class was finally over, Hyungwon took his stuff and waited till I place my books in my bag, so he could take it. He always did that, since we were younger. He never let me take my own bag, I found it so adorable, how he would always be the one to take the heavy stuff.

I only took out food and made my way toward the cafeteria, while Hyungwon had to go to toilet first.

Just when I got in, I could head Minhyuk being loud as fuck and others laughing.

,, Ohhh there she comes, without her boyfriends’’ Minhyuk said with a huge grin on his face. I just ignored him and sat down. That topic will always be alive.

,, She lost him in the action’’ Changkyun said and Wonho added how Hyungwon is his boyfriend and gave me the ‘’I’m watching you’’ sign. Of course the would joke around only for a shor time, but it was still irritating hearing about the same shit every day. Sometimes if Hyungwon for example whispered something to me, in front of them, they simply go crazy and mock us for a whole year.

When Hyungwon arrived, he sat beside me and placed my bag under our legs, taking his sandwich and attacking it immediately. He was chewing it lazily and half asleep, trying to ignore others.

,, Are we going out on Saturday ?’’ Wonho asked, also with full mouth of his beloved ramen.

,, On Saturday, I’ll be in Aqua club’’ Hyungwon said. Every time we want to go out, we are orientating on Hyungwon’s work. Since he’s one of the most famous DJ’s in the city, he’s always working in different clubs, of course not only on weekends.

When the summer comes, you can only catch Hyungwon on a daylight, sometimes not even then. It was impressive how people were literally running to the clubs where he was. He could always make such a great atmosphere and such a great party vibe. Plus his music was great, even I had his remixes downloaded on my phone. Honestly, I loved being his best friend, I could hear his songs before everyone else.

,, Are you coming with us?’’ Kihyun asked me curiously. It was a long time since I went out. It was almost the end of the semester and the only thing I did was studying.

,, Yeah, I can come’’ I said. ,, But I’ll bring Lisa with me too’’ I added fast.

,, But don’t wear something too short, Changkyun might get a boner again’’ Jooheon said mocking him and bringing the silly memory back.

,, The only thing he’ll get is a blue eye, if it ever happens again’’ Hyungwon hissed fast giving them a dead glare.

,, THE MIGHTY HULKWON IS BACKKK’’ Minhyuk screamed making everyone mock Hyungwon. It was very rare for him to get mad, but he was actually very protective.

Since it was Friday, the classes were shorter then usually and were able to go home earlier. Others decided to use their free time and go to the Gym, while me and Hyungwon decided to go to his place and watch some movies.

Normally, we would go somewhere, drink coffee or something, but since it was kinda rainy, we didn’t. Others were always accusing me how I’m stealing Hyungwon every Friday from them, but he simply wasn’t interested in working out. He was always a skinny legend indeed.

When we arrived, Hyungwon decided to order some pizza before we started with the movie. He prepared his blankets and found the Incredibles 2 on the internet, while I was making a coffee for us in the Kitchen.

When the pizza arrived, I placed our coffee on the table and made myself comfortable on the armchair, hiding myself with the blanket and taking one piece of pizza. Meanwhile Hyungwon was on the couch, again lazily eating his food and trying to focus on the movie.

After eating his pizza, he immediately fall asleep. He was always like that, all hyped up for the movie and then falls asleep in the middle of it.

Looking at him sleeping so peacefully was literally warming my heart. He looked so beautiful and calm and everything. A person would think that he’s so sensitive and soft, but in reality not even a tank could wake him up.

When the movie ended, I couldn’t really control myself either, I just turned the TV off and curled myself in the armchair and fall asleep.

The week literally drained all the energy out of me. Studying till late at night and waking up early in the morning. I was lacking of sleep. Every morning, I thought I would end up having the Britney Spears phase.

I didn’t even realize how tired I was until I fall asleep, I was so fucking lost. Usually the coffee wakes me up a little bit, but this time, not even a second.

The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the armchair. But when I woke up, I realized that I wasn’t in Hyungwon’s living room anymore. The room was dark and since I just woke up I couldn’t understand where I was or what’s up. When I saw Hyungwon sitting with his earphones on and working on his computer, I realized that I’m in his bedroom.

I immediately calmed down and cuddled myself in his bed. Since I could really feel the material of his covers, I realized that I wasn’t in my clothes anymore. I was in my panties only and his baggy shirt that was oversized for me. Usually I just go to toilet and change, it was the first time he actually took my clothes off.

After few seconds he turned the computer off and placed his earphones on the table. For a second he went out of the room, but immediately came back with two bottles of water.

He took his clothes off, leaving only his boxers on lay beside me. Not knowing that I’m a bit awake, he wrapped his long arms around my waist and kissed the beck of my neck before he just calmed down and fall asleep.

For a second I was a little bit confused because of the kiss. Cuddling and falling asleep like this was normal for us, even tho we were only best friends, but kissing my neck wasn’t something he usually did.

I just pushed my thoughts to the side and enjoyed the warm feeling of his body pressed against mine and his arms around me. Feeling safe, I fall asleep again.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night, his arms still wrapped around me. I pushed myself up, supporting myself with my elbows and took my bra off, throwing it somewhere in the room. The moment I had to get free of his arms, Hyungwon woke up, the whole time I was trying to make myself comfortable, he was just waiting for me to get back.

After I was done, he lay down again, placing his knee between my legs, making me place my leg over him. When I was getting lost again, I felt his arm over me once again, only this time his hand was on my ass.

In the morning when I woke up, his arm was still around me. I got out of the bed quietly, giving my best not to wake him up. But thanks God, he was sleeping like a bear on winter.

Not wanting to wake him up, I slowly found my bra and went out of the room. Firstly I went to toilet to brush my teeth. Usually when you fall asleep at your friends asleep without bringing your stuff, you are kindly fucked up in the morning. If it’s someone else, I would probably just lay down until he or she wakes up.

With Hyungwon it was different, we are at each other’s place so often that we literally are like a married couple, not best friends. He has a toothbrush for me, few woman shower gels and shampoos, shaving razors, hair brush and even some period pads, tampons and painkillers for the bad days.

At my place there were some of his clothes, also items for shower, toothbrush, electric razor and so on. When we go in grocery shopping we always buy each other’s favorite food.

Placing the blanket over my shoulders, I went to the kitchen and prepared the water for coffee. It’s very unusual for us to sleep till late, but guess we got carried away.

When the water was done, I filled my cup with water and milk and let his one stay until he wakes up. I found the Modern Family on his Netflix, took my phone and enjoyed my morning coffee, If I could even call it a morning coffee.

Oh how much I missed it.

After around half hour, Hyungwon woke up, lazily switching his bed with his couch. He was so damn lost, just staring and trying to collect himself. I stood up and finished his coffee and gave it to him. He murmured a small thanks and continued to stare.

But of course, after 10-15 minutes he came to himself and started talking.

Since the weather was really nice, we took our coffees and went out to sit on his balcony. Of course not half naked. He wore his shirt and I was completely covered with his blanket anyway.

,, Are you going to drink tonight ?’’ He asked me, with his morning voice, which was more husky then usual.

,, Yeah, I’ll drink tonight’’ I said calmly, taking a sip of my coffee and enjoying the sun. I was really excited for tonight.

,, You didn’t drink for a long time, so be careful’’ he said worriedly. There was an incident where I literally killed myself with alcohol, I was throwing up all night and in the morning I even had to run out of the subway to throw up. After that Hyungwon is having a nightmares.

He wasn’t wrong tho, but two glasses of wine won’t kill me.

,, Anyway, why didn’t you wake me up last night?’’ I asked him.

,, You were so adorable, like a little puppy trying to fit in that armchair’’ he said with a huge smile formed on his face.

When we were done with coffee, we ate our breakfast and Hyungwon drove me home so I can get ready, because it was getting late.

It was around 5 PM when I arrived home. He told me to wear something normal and hugged me before I left the car.

Getting inside of my apartment I immediately called Lisa to see what’s the plan. Since she lives near the club she said that she’ll just get out before we arrive.

At the end, the plan was that Wonho will pick us all up and we’ll go all together, while Lisa will be waiting on the parking. Of course, Hyungwon will be earlier there, because yeah, work.

Time was literally flying, I just arrived home and I already had to start getting ready. Not knowing what to wear, I was more stressing out then doing something useful. Having something in my mind, but every time I find a shirt and skirt I end up looking like Ugly Step Sister from the movie.

At the end I decided to wear my black skinny dress, choker and instead of standard shoes, I decided to wear high heels.

First, I straightened my hair and then did my make up. Going simply with eyeliner and peachy blush. Of course and others stuff like powder and mascara and so.

I was about to change into my dress but I heard my doorbell ringing. Standing up I hurried to open the door and at my very surprise I found Wonho standing there. He was wearing a black button up shirt with black skinny jeans. His hair was pulled up, which made him even more handsome then usual, if that was even possible. Plus, the shirt was hugging his arms so tightly, making me drool.

This guy was definitely getting laid tonight.

He was talking with Minhyuk on his phone. I could definitely tell it was him. Minhyuk screaming on the phone always sounds like a football commentator.

Wonho hugged me and got in, waving his hands like ‘’ WHY ARENT YOU READY’’. I just rolled my eyes and went in my room to change. Boy, you got earlier and now you stress

I didn’t even took of my shirt and Wonho started knocking on my door.

,, I’m changing don’t get in’’ I screamed and he started yelling, totally pissed off.

,, Can you believe, Minhyuk is planning to bring his cousins with. What does he think that I have a mini bus or something ?’’ he yelled. Angry Wonho was always my favorite thing.

,, Bold of you to assume that Minhyuk thinks’’ I yelled, enough for him to hear me.

,, And why isn’t Shownu replying ? Purpose of a text is to get a reply within minutes . If I wanted to wait I would just write a letter’’ he hissed ,, Wow girl’’ Wonho cut his own words.

,, You look amazing, Hyungwon will kill you’’ he added. I just ignored him and started looking for my bag.

The drive with Wonho was always interesting, gossiping and going crazy at the same time. He would turn the volume up not giving a shit about people looking at us.

,, Oh my god, isn’t that the guy that was hitting you up when you were a kid ?’’ he asked me excitedly, laughing and hitting the steering wheel.

,, Even 7 years old me had standards’’ I said. No hate, but that guy seriously was too much, even now when he’s older.

In short time, everyone was in the car and we were on our way to the club. Of course Minhyuk was alone. I was kinda happy because of that, because he really had annoying cousins, no offense, of course.

When we arrived Lisa was already there, sitting on the bench.

,, This what you’ve been waiting for ?’’ Jooheon screamed when he got out, pointing on himself.

,, You don’t look like Shrek 5 to me ‘’ she simply said, joking around.

We didn’t waste any time, immediately going inside and founding our place. As usual, boys called earlier and made a reservation for the VIP part. They ordered two bottles of Vodka and red bulls.

Hyungwon noticed us and turned his mic before he started yelling ‘’ YOOO YO YO YO ‘’. The guys started fooling around and sending Hyungwon some moves, while Hyungwon was literally making a fool of himself, since most of the eyes were on him. Just as usual.

The music was amazing as always and the Vodka of course too. Kihyun was literally forcing me every five minutes to drink.

So much about two glasses of Wine.

After some time Hyungwon came to us. People throwing themselves on him all the way. Guys wanting to greet him and girls to fuck him.

He greeted everyone, with some people it took him longer since they wanted to talk. When he arrived to our part, he made a votka-bull for himself. I expected him to hug me or something, but the first thing he told me was that we need to talk.

When his drink was ready to go, he grabbed my hand in his and gave me sign that we are leaving before he pulled me with him. Guys started overacting as usual and others were watching. Like I said, all eyes on him.

I could seriously feel the hate and the jealousy. The girls were staring and burning me alive, if they could they would hang me like Jesus, for real.

,, What are you wearing ?’’ He asked me when we got out, his left arm around my waist and his drink in his right one.

,, Why ? Does it look bad ?’’ I asked worriedly. People were still greeting him, but his attention was all mine.

,, You look stunning’’ he said with a small smile formed on his lips. ,,But I told you to wear something normal, didn’t I ?’’ he added, not giving me a chance to thank him.

,, But, this is normal’’ I protested, now being totally clingy.

,, I WANNA GET LAID TONIGHT’’ we herd familiar voice, interrupting Hyungwon who was about to say something to me. Turning around we saw Changkyun and Jooheon coming to us.

,, It’s been a long time since you had some’’ Jooheon said trying to irritate Changkyun and totally succeeding in it.

,, What about you, huh ? The last woman you slept with was made of plastic’’ Changkyun fired back, making us all laugh out loud.

Leaving them both behind, we made our way back. Others were jumping around, drinking, dancing and simply having fun. When Lisa saw me, she stole me from Hyungwon and forced me to dance with her.

Well, not like she had to force me.

,, I would rip my shirt right now, but it’s one of my favorites’’ Wonho yelled, taking one sip of his soda. He was the only one in our squad that wasn’t drinking.

I always loved going on parties where Hyungwon is DJ-ing. You know every fucking song and it simply hits you like a truck, forcing you to drink more.

When Drake’s song Fake Love started playing I almost threw my glass. Minhyuk was also getting into the song, placing his right arm around my shoulders and waving his left arm in the air. We were simply two drunk asses enjoying the song. Probably looking a bit weird, but yeah.

In a second, Minhyuk’s arms were replaced with another pair of arms, wrapped around my waist. I didn’t even have to turn around, I already knew that it was Hyungwon behind me. Only he does that.

We were dancing, following the melody. It was nice to finally lean on someone and rest. The alcohol was getting my ass so much. I wasn’t even dancing anymore, I was just resing in his arms, while he was holding me and moving me altogether with himself.

Not sure if I only imagined it, not sure if it was only alcohol, but I could bet on my life at that moment that I felt his lips on my neck few times. But after all, it was a big possibility that I just drank too much.

,, I gotta go, here is the key if you wanna come up’’ he said before he left. He always did that. When the computer and all what was needed for his work were in separated room, he always gave me a key so I can come up with him. Normally, he shouldn’t do that, but Hyungwon never really gave a fuck. He would always just take one of the copies and give it to me, so when it’s enough for me I would just go to him and rest or wait for him till he’s done, so we can go home together.

I didn’t even wait so much, after around 10-15 minutes, I followed Hyungwon. I wanted to stay a bit more, but Lisa was literally eating Jooheon’s face out and other’s were in their own worlds. Only Minhyuk was paying some attention to me, but I could never keep up with that party beast.

One time I did and I had to go to hospital because I drank too much.

Or maybe it was just an excuse right now, who knows.

Walking in the club was always a nightmare. People pushing you, wet bodies, just no. Talking about others pushing you around, some guys took the dancing too serious and pushed me somehow with his ass, making me almost fall down. On my luck there was some guy who grabbed my arm and helped me get my balance back.

,, Oh heyy sexy, may I get your number ?’’ he asked me, without giving me a second to come to myself. I just tried to push him away, and go to Hyungwon, but of course he didn’t want to give up

,, Hey, I helped you here’’ he said full of himself, before he grabbed my hand again.

,, Thanks for your help superman, now fly away’’ I said now more pissed off, pushing him aways for real, before making my way to Hyungwon.

,, Oh my GOD, I HATE CROWDED PLACES. ‘’ I yelled when I got inside his room, locking the door again and jumping on the couch to rest.

,, I didn’t think that you’ll come here so soon’’ He said, while turning his head a little bit to me. He was in the middle of work, doing some shit with his music which I don’t understand.

,, Ohh yeah, it’s so boring without you there’’ I said as I placed my legs up.

,, You missed me ?’’ he asked me, a sly smile formed on his face.

,, You have no idea’’ I said and closed my eyes. Damn was I drunk. That superman was supposed to be thankful, drunk like this I could easily start a bitch fight. I mean, I wouldn’t regret slamming his face with my heel.

Drunk like that, I started thinking about how many people had sex on this couch. Did they wash it or at lead disinfected it? It’s been a long time since I had a nice sex, after I broke up with my ex, the only guys I had around Hyungwon and others.

I guess I got used to Hyungwon so much, I got used to his boyfriend behavior, to his over protecting side. I simply got used to it.

,, What are you thinking about ?’’ he asked me as he started to jump a bit, making the crowd go wild. He turned his mic and started to hype them all up.

Ehh if you only knew what I’m thinking about.

I don’t know what got into me.

Okay, alcohol for sure

But still

I quietly got on my knees and made my way toward Hyungwon. The place where he stood was visible to the crowd, but the turntable was big enough to hide his lower body.

When I got between his legs, I wished I had a camera, to take a picture of his shocked expression. He turned the mic off and tried too look cool like nothing is happening and not like I was pulling his pants down at the moment.

,, What are you doing ? Stop it!’’ he asked me shocked when I pulled his boxers down. At my very surprise, he was already hard.

,, Why are you already hard ?’’ I laughed a bit, he opened his mouth wanting to say something, to reply and protest but since he felt my mouth around his cock, his words were all lost. His simply closed his eyes and calmed down.

I didn’t want to start with some aggressive moves, I was simply licking his dick and putting only the head in my mouth, from time to time. Wile having his head in my mouth, I used my hands to stroke his cock.

I was sucking his dick up and down, tasting his precum, while Hyungwon was literally fighting with himself.

,, You want me to stop?’’ I asked innocently, looking him straight in the eyes.

,, Don’t stop, don’t stop’’ he said fast, adding a small please before taking his cock in his right hand and placing it in front of my mouth.

I parted my lips away, and he placed the tip of his cock inside my mouth, before his hand found it’s way on the back of my head.

Slowly, he started pushing my head forward, making me choke on his cock. My gag reflex was really horrible, but I didn’t really mind.

I was making noisy, slurping sounds as my mouth was attacking his throbbing dick. He looked a me without any words as my head was going up and down.

,, Now be quiet for a second’’ he said, patting my head slowly. I just nodded my head somehow and Hyungwon turned the mic on, while turning the volume down a bit before he started hyping the crowd up again.

,, HANDS UP’’ he simply screamed and turned the mic off again. His right hand replaced the left one that was on my head and the left one was then up in the air, trying to make it not obvious that someone is between his legs, sucking him off.

He started moving his lips in the beat of the song, it really looked like he was simply dancing, but in reality he was just fucking my face.

I was choking on his dick, saliva coming out of my mouth, mixed with his precum. But Hyungwon enjoyed the deep throating so much, that he had to do it in front of everyone.

In few minutes, he closed his eyes and placed his cock deep inside my mouth, letting all his cum go.

If I wasn’t so drunk, maybe I would be ashamed of him. I mean, he was my best friend after all and we never did something like this. Something that’s more then cuddle. But at that moment, the only thing I wanted to do is swallow his cum.

When he pulled his dick out of my mouth, I started catching my breath and lick the cum that was around my mouth

,, Go to the table NOW’’ he commanded and I simply did as he told me. Without saying anything, Hyungwon just rolled the blinds down.

It took him just a second to jump on me and kiss me. His lips were like heaven, so soft. He kissed me slowly, sucking my lips deeply so I could hear the sound of his kiss he made, he gentle smooch sounds. I moaned as my eyes fell shut. Hyungwon kissed me deeper, twirling his tongue with mine, pressing my breast against his chest.

Hyungwon moved his hands on my ass and he slowly started pushing my dress up.

,, You are so hot, driving me crazy like that’’ he said, his lips on my neck bringing the memory of what happened just tonight.

,, Did you kiss my neck when we were downstairs?’’ I asked, trying to get some air, but instead just moaning.

,, Yes, I couldn’t control myself, I did it yesterday too’’ he said breathless, leaving wet love marks on my neck.

Hyungwon began kissing my lips and then he licked my jaw line, tracing my neck once again, biting on my skin slowly. He sucked my collarbone and then licked on my skin, like he couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed my panties with his right hand and ripped them fast, before he placed me on the table. Hyungwon bended down, letting me all sexually frustrated to wait for him to do something. I could feel his breath down there. He kissed all around my pussy, with his soft beautiful lips.

I moaned with the sudden touch of his lips, he used his hand to open my labia and then he licked it slowly and lazily making my body shiver immediately.

,, Baby, you’re so wet’’ Hyungwon whispered, slowly nibbling on my pussy. I moaned while looking at him, his tongue was doing wonders to me. He began to suck on my clit and my body squirmed with his touch.

,, Hyungwon please’’ I begged him as he licked my pussy lightly.

Hyungwon simply smirked, piercing my vagina with his tongue, his fingers rubbed my clit rapidly, pressing his thumb on my clit. I felt so arousing, he fucked me with his tongue and sucked my pussy hardly, causing me to scream his name.

,, Hyungwon’’ I moaned, my hand grabbing on his head, wanting more.

,, Mhmm?’’ He hummed, still sucking on my clit.

,, I want more’’ I moaned again.

Without saying a word, he just stopped and attacked my lips again making me taste myself. He didn’t waste any time, pulling his pants and boxers down again without breaking the kiss. Hyungwon started rubbing his hard cock into my hole. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

,, Do you want me to fuck you now ?’’ Hyungwon asked me, still rubbing his cock onto my clit.

,, Hyungwon, please’’ I moaned, feeling so damn horny.

Hyungwon smirked, his cock kept pressing my hole which was so damn wet. Without a word he placed the head of his cock into my wanting pussy, inhaling sharply. I felt his cock sank deeper and deeper into my pussy hole as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

We both moaned shamelessly, he grabbed the edges of the table and finally started moving in and out. I hugged him feeling his cock inside me. Hyungwons cock rubbed inside my hole and my pussy walls gripped his cock perfectly.

I moaned loudly while Hyungwon kept thrusting in and out deeper and deeper.

,, You are so hard’’ Hyungwon groaned as he thrusted in me hard, making me moan lodly when his cock hit me deeper.

He thrusted his cock harder and harder, searching for my G spot. From hard and fast his moves got slower, a little bit slower to feel my pussy walls.

He placed his lips on my neck and started moving on abnormal speed, making me close my eyes and throw my head back. He found my g spot and damn was that a great feeling.

Hyungwon was hitting the same spot inside me, making me scream with every move. His moves got slower but harder and I could feel his precum again in my hole.

My pussy walls tightened around his cock, which he probably felt because he started to fuck me faster again, helping me reach my limits.

I screamed out his name, reaching my climax with the powerful orgasm that hit me. My body was like flying in heaven, with pure ecstasy. Hyungwon’s moves good hard and deep, he didn’t move fast, but his moves were sharp.

,, I’m cumming inside you’’ He simply said and with few more moves I felt his cum inside my hole. He collapsed over me on the table. His breathing was heavy and his forehead was sweaty, while the room smelled on sex.

,, I dreamt about this every fucking night’’ he said as he kissed me.

,, Why didn’t you tell me?’’ I asked, still being locked under his body.

,, Because I thought that you know. I mean I always cuddle you and we always act like a coupy’’ he said rubbing his nose with mine and placing a small kiss on it.

,, I didn’t know’’ I said. If I knew, things would be different, like he said we were already like a couple-

,, Now you do’’ he said as he smiled, connecting his lips with mine one more time.

Boys will go crazy when they find out.

My apologies if there are some errors, it’s too late for me to fix the mistakes.

hope you enjoyed it

Drop some feedback in my ask box, or let’s just talk, I’m bored 24/7

much love

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sunnybimbo · 6 years ago

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teddy!!! christmas!!!! have happy christmas!!! @to-a-merrier-world

<3 kolivan’s first earth-christmas, sorta?

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Beams of Earth-brand sunlight warm Kolivan’s fur as he rolls over in bed, breaking him out of his remaining wisps of sleep. He’d be upset, because it had been one of those warm dreams that kept him steady during the day, but waking up with a warmer body was enough to make him happy.

Even happier when he sniffs at the top of Hunk’s head, taking in his earthy scent, and Hunk grumbles something sleepy back at him. He cuddles closer, despite the disruption to his sleep patterns, and Kolivan is happy to let him make a home against the fur on his chest.

Hunk inhales deep as Kolivan’s hand travels along his skin, exhaling only when he stops at the small of his back to pull them flush together. His eyes don’t open, but he’s so obviously awake by the way his arms tighten around Kolivan’s middle and by the way he curls both his legs around one of Kolivan’s, like a koala to a tree.

“Good morning, my love.” He hums, the pads of his thumbs wiping sleep from Hunk’s eyes. Hunk turns to putty in his hands, glowing bright as a newborn star.

“Morning, fuzzypants.” Hunk mumbles, eyes cracking open to fix him with a grin. “Had a good night?”

“Always, with you.”

Hunk squirms away, hiding the way his face blooms red. Kolivan was always interested in how humans could minutely change colors like that, but it was always something special when he was able to make Hunk turn into such a beautiful mess.

Hunk stands, unwrapping himself from the bedsheets. His hair ends up mussed, pointing straight to the sky as he refluffs his pillow and tries to hastily tuck the sheets into something neat while Kolivan was still in bed.

Kolivan sweeps his hands across Hunk’s hardwork, effectively turning it off kilter. Just to tease. Hunk pokes him straight on the nose, then dips over to kiss where he touches, and Kolivan is able to capture him by the waist and tug him back into bed.

He accidentally tickles up the sides of Hunk’s belly, but the silly, high-pitched noise that comes forth is what makes him keep it up until Hunk is out of breath and squeezing him tight to get him to stop.

“You’re so dangerous.” Hunk breathes, carefully arching away from Kolivan’s hands. “A menace.”

“Mm.” Kolivan agrees, eyes dropping shut as Hunk begins to rake his fingers through the thick fur at the back of his neck. It always reduces him to mush, and Hunk knows it, but he’s not using it for nefarious purposes this time. Like taking incriminating pictures of him (though, after it all, Kolivan really did enjoy seeing how happy Hunk made him just from that).

When Hunk pulls away, Kolivan is boneless against the bed again.

Hunk has half a mind to hop on top of him and sink right back into dreamland, but his phone pings with a notification and distracts him. He reaches over to put it on silent, content to spend the day doing nothing with Kolivan, but the date catches him by surprise and he nearly whacks himself in the eye with the thing.

“Christmas!” Kolivan startles as Hunk rolls onto the bed to shove the phone in his face, before he dashes right back off and rushes to the bathroom. “Wake up!”

Which, fair. Kolivan nearly forgot how seriously humans took their holidays, but at the same time, Kolivan was interested to see just how festive Hunk could get. It wasn’t often Kolivan got time off of a war to smooch his beloved and spend time on solid ground, so any moment with him was sure to be good.

He doesn’t say as much, but when Hunk comes out of the bathroom with his toothbrush stuffed between his teeth and a hairbrush for Kolivan, he’s sure he looks smitten anyway.

xoxo

Hunk stuffs him in a sweater. It’s fit perfectly to his dimensions, and quite comfortable, but some of the knitting catches on his fur if he moves too fast. Kolivan scratches his chest, careful not to shred the fluffy bubbles that were the 3D snowmen, and follows Hunk to the kitchen.

The sweater itself is also rather warm, which Kolivan enjoyed immensely. It was like one of Hunk’s hugs, all over his chest. Minus the pinching.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Hunk murmurs to himself, worrying all the way from the microwave to the stove. Whenever he stops, he lifts one foot to keep it from freezing to the cold floor (which Hunk swears is a problem), so Kolivan heads to the living room to snag his slippers from under the couch.

When he comes back, Hunk has started to boil milk on the stove and has taken down a bundle of items from the cupboard.

Kolivan drops to his knees to lift Hunk’s feet, stuffing them in the cozy footwear. When he finishes and looks up, Hunk is fixing him with the most lovestruck gaze that Kolivan finds himself pausing, just to bask in it.

“Thank you.” He shuffles forward, careful not to step on him, and leans down to press a kiss between Kolivan’s ears. Kolivan was tall enough when sitting that he hardly needs to dip far, and he was wide enough that when Hunk slips between his legs, Kolivan still has a wider span than him.

“Of course, a’sayar.” If his affectionate rumble sounds like a cat's purr, Hunk doesn’t let himself mention it.

When the milk starts to bubble and fill the room with a scent that Kolivan would count as strange if not for how delicious he knows warm milk can be, he leaves his betrothed to sit at the table.

Which gives him a perfect view of the window. Outside, the world is bathed in white. Soft, pillowy dunes of snowflakes that weigh heavy on tree branches and dance across roofs.

Kolivan breathes in deep, eyes widening. He’d seen snow, of course, but never to an extent such as that, and never so breathlessly beautiful.

He’s so enamored by it that he doesn’t notice when Hunk sets a mug of hot cocoa in front of him, nor does he notice Hunk getting up from the table to find their coats.

Only when he’s being stuffed in something fur-lined and boots as pressed against his feet does the spell break, and by then Hunk has him halfway out the door.

The view is even more stunning up close. The snowfall isn’t heavy just yet, but there are still a couple droplets of snow that delicately drop against his palm when he outstretches it. They feel like nothing, even when they melt against his skin, but Kolivan is gentle with them anyway.

Hunk digs his fingers in the cold and comes back with a bundle of it stuck between his fingers. He shapes it into a messy, lumpy ball, and proceeds to throw it directly towards Kolivan’s face.

It drops significantly and only gets him in the chest, but he reels back anyway.

“Snowball fight!” Hunk shouts, running away before Kolivan can retaliate. Kolivan has to question the necessity of having fights with snow, but the cold seeping through his jacket is enough for his curiosity to be sated as he starts to shape his own weapon.

They proceed to de-snow and then re-snow the entire front yard. Kolivan chases him from end to end, giving as good as he gets, and it only ends when Hunk trips face-first into a bank and Kolivan has to dig him out because he’s laughing too hard.

Hunk is better at snowball fighting than him, perhaps from having more practice prior to this, or maybe because of Kolivan’s claws, but they both end up doused in white in equal parts. If Kolivan had focused more on tossing handfuls of snow at Hunk instead of carefully shaping each one into a perfect sphere, he most definitely would have won.

Hunk kisses him on the cheek, but doesn’t admit defeat.

“You like snow?” Hunk asks, flopping onto the ground. He makes half a snow-angel, only the bottom half, and Kolivan sits down to watch the patterns his clothes make against the ground.

“It’s… fun.” Kolivan admits. He lifts his hand again, but the snow has all but stopped in the short battle they’d had. “I like it, yes.”

Hunk sits up, fluffing the snow from his hair with a quick shake of his head. The red on his cheeks is offsetting his lips starting to turn blue, so Kolivan stands to usher him back inside.

Hunk pulls him back down. “C’mere.” He shuffles behind him and, when Kolivan has settled, presses his palms against the backs of Kolivan’s. He helps him shape another snowball, larger this time, and slowly starts to roll it around the yard until it gains more mass.

They stop when it’s large enough to take two hands to lift completely, and Hunk lets him go to start another. Kolivan, unsure of what to do with his new toy, brushes a few excess lumps away.

When Hunk comes back with a smaller ball, Kolivan makes way for him to plop it onto the other. “What is this activity?”

Hunk slaps his palms together to dust them off and shoulders off his jacket to lay it onto the creation. “We’re making a snowman! A mini-one, atleast. Gimme your hat?”

Kolivan obediently slides his knitted-cap off and follows Hunk’s example by carefully pressing it atop the snowman’s crown. It’s faceless, so Hunk hurries to press holes for eyes, and an outline for a mouth.

“Now we find sticks and rocks to make a face.” He instructs, dusting around himself in a circle to find leaves. “And we decorate it however we want.”

“How do you want?” Kolivan slides closer, a palm against Hunk’s waist. He watches as Hunk sprinkles a couple of dead leaves around the rim of the hat, to simulate tufts of hair. It’s an ugly thing, but Kolivan rather enjoyed the little detail.

“However we want, silly.” Hunk corrects, tugging Kolivan up by the elbows. He wouldn’t get anywhere if Kolivan wasn’t eager to follow, but he appreciates the help. “You find something for the face, and I’ll do the rest of the body.”

Which is how they end up with an abomination on their front lawn. It’s an adorable thing, in Kolivan’s opinion, but an abomination nonetheless. The head ended up falling off when Kolivan stuck rocks in a line for a mouth, and ended up losing half of its mass. The hat hid most of it, but it still looked vaguely disturbing.

The bottom half was a bit better, but the sticks were stubby little things that had to be poked in at a strange angle in order to stay in place. It had legs in the form of two more lumps of snow, but it was kind of like something pooped on the lawn and they were trying to cover it up, with how dirty the snow ended up being.

When they step back to look at the thing, Hunk immediately falls into a fit of laughter. He pats their snowman on the head, which only results in it falling off again, and even Kolivan breaks apart at that.

They escape into the house, promising to fix it later, when more snow comes to cover their shame. Kolivan does remember to take a picture of it on Hunk’s phone, though.

“I swear, those usually work out better.” Hunk laughs, still dusted in snow. He’s shivering just a bit, so Keith sheds his sweater and quickly fits him with it. It sags off of his shoulder, it’s such a large fit, but Kolivan is pleased with how easily Hunk lets him take care of him. He even sinks into the residual body heat clinging to the fibers, and lets Kolivan carry him to the couch. “We just had soggy snow.”

“Mm. I’m sure.” Kolivan presses his lips against Hunk’s neck, mostly to feel his temperature, but ends up staying there longer than strictly necessary.

“I’m guessing you never really had snow, right? Did the Blades ever have any holiday like this?”

Hunk’s fingers come to the scruff of Kolivan’s neck again, carefully parting the fur and carding through. They end up sprawling on the couch, Kolivan’s endless heat sapping away the chill that clings to Hunk’s limbs.

“We… do not have anything similar to this, no. And most are generally too busy to take time to play, even if we are off for leisure.”

Hunk’s hands tease their way up to Kolivan’s skull, fingering the thick braid. He doesn’t take it apart, but loosens it considerable to bury his fingers at the roots, scratching just exactly how Kolivan likes.

When the following, pleased shiver finishes coursing through him, Kolivan nuzzles even further into Hunk’s hold and squeezes him tight. “We do, however, have a holiday. It’s not communally celebrated, but those nearby gather together.”

His eyes slit open at a passing memory, of him as a junior Blade. It was the first time he’d been at a celebration. It was tame, sure, but it was his family in what constituted as their home at the time, and there was plenty of laughter and joy from those just happy to be alive together.

Hunk has gone quiet, contemplative and solemn. A complete opposite to their earlier revelry, but Kolivan appreciates the respect Hunk always shows to his past. “Do you do anything special?”

“We sing, generally. And sleep, if we must.” It was the safest time to, surrounded by those pledged to fight and protect with their lives.

Hunk brightens at that, but hurries to tamper it down. “Will you sing for me?”

Kolivan’s smile is hidden against Hunk’s skin, tucked away like snowflake in the wake of thousands. He nods, shifting back to let Hunk sit in his lap instead of Kolivan near-crushing him as they had been sitting.

Hunk settles, back to Kolivan’s front, and Kolivan takes a moment to press his nose against the soft of Hunk’s hair and breathe in deep. It always comforted him, having the sun that was Hunk so nearby.

And he sings. The words feel hesitant on his tongue— it’s been so long. Long even before Voltron arrived, but they’re easy to pluck from his heartstrings and share with his beloved, his a’sayar.

For Hunk, it’s the most incredible thing he’s heard. He understands not a word of it, but does one really need to in order to parse the feeling behind it? He floats along the river of sound, wades through the pool of it as it overwhelms him enough to bring a tear to his eye.

When Kolivan finishes, Hunk sits in stunned silence. It wasn’t a long song in the slightest, nothing more than a brief hymn of brotherhood and love that lasted about a minute or so, but it was enough.

Hunk sniffles, and Kolivan is quick to gather him up and kiss the sad away. “My apologies, Hunk. I didn’t mean to upset.”

Hunk laughs again, softer than before. “It was just… really beautiful, Kolivan. Thank you.”

It’s only because Hunk knows Kolivan so well that he realizes the compliment pleases Kolivan immensely, by the way his eye crinkles in the corner like paper turning into an origami swan. He presses a kiss against Kolivan’s eyelids, and nestles back against his grip.

“Maybe we could invite some other Galra down sometime. To let all of you celebrate.”

Kolivan hums again, a deep rumble. “Perhaps.”

It isn’t a no, and definitely is contemplative, so Hunk lets that idea stew. He sighs, breathing in deep as the mood settles right in his gut— and he catches a whiff of chocolate.

“Our drinks!” Hunk yelps, wrenching himself from Kolivan’s grasp. He scutters to the kitchen, but the drinks have already cooled past room temperature and straight to freezing. Thus was the nature of neglected hot cocoa, after all.

Kolivan meets him halfway between the couch and the kitchen, and takes a thankful sip of the drink anyway. He always did love chocolate, no matter the form.

“I’ll make us some more.” Hunk says, half under his breath. He takes a sip, and then moves to turn back on the stove, but Kolivan captures him by the hips and tugs him back towards the couch. It’s only because his legs have lifted almost completely off the ground that he doesn’t trip and spill his hot chocolate.

“There is no need. This is perfect.” Kolivan sets them right back down as they were, only this time he stretches his legs across the full length of the couch and urges Hunk to lay down atop him.

Hunk is sure he just wants to cuddle the rest of the day, but the taste of chocolate mixed with whipped cream does sit nicely on his tongue, enough to make him want to do nothing more than watch people have Christmas fun on the television.

“Lazy.” Hunk teases anyway.

Kolivan agrees with a silent nip against Hunk’s skin, setting his mug down to press both his hands firmly against the expanse of Hunk’s back, as if to tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere .

Hunk honestly wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

#kolivunk #voltron #long post #kolivan #hunk #jam writes

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inneedofsomehope · 7 years ago

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BTS Reaction: Seeing them cry.

A/N This is my first tumblr text, please go easy on me (O.o). As I was watching a video on Youtube I got inspired to write this so I hope you’ll like it.

Jungkook:

Watching your sweet boyfriend Junkook cry for the first time in your life, was one of the hardest things ever. Most of the time he was the one to comfort you when you were sad, most of the time he was this bubbly ball of happiness, but today was different. He had gone through some rough stuff working on their new album, staying out late to practice for their comeback and after you snapped at him, scolded him for not taking good care of himself, he broke down in tears. Shocked you stared at his hunched over form. You didn’t mean to make him cry. Softly you pulled him into your lap and placed his head on your thighs, softly caressing his black hair. ‘I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry...’ He didn’t answered as he buried his head in your tummy, sniffling, grabbing your shirt, letting all of his frustrations and struggles out. As much as it hurt you seeing him like this, it was also kind of reassuring that he trusted you as much to show this soft, vulnerable side of him. After half an hour only his soft breathing was heard and you knew he’d fallen asleep. He was exhausted. Softly you replaced your legs with a pillow and covered his body with your favorite blanket. You got up and made some fruit and a drink for him, placed it on the table and left for your own bed.

Taehyung:

When the tears started spilling he turned away from you, ashamed for letting you see him like that. You knew he was a soft boy but hadn’t expected for him to start crying in front of you. Most of the time he would make sure you weren’t there. Softly you wrapped his arms around him and placed your head on his broad back. ‘I love you, Tae.’ You felt his warm hands grasping yours, seeking comfort. ‘I am so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t like you seeing me like this...’ You smiled a sad smile and pressed your lips against his spine. ‘It is ok to cry sometimes Taehyung. It isn’t a sign of weakness, you know? It is a sign that you have been strong for too long. I feel relieved that you finally show me, you are always beautiful to me and this will not influence the way I feel about you.’ He unclasped your hands from around his torso and turned around, placing his hand on your cheek and softly kissing you. A sweet kiss, a loving kiss with a lingering taste of dried tears on his lips.

Namjoon:

The moment you saw him crying on the stage you wanted to run up to him and make sure he smiled again. Swiftly he looked your way and smiled softly through his tears. You knew how hard he worked for this and let your own tears slip over your cheeks. When they finally stepped into the backstage you ran up to him, jumping in his arms and kissing him all over his face. God, it messed with your head so bad to see him cry like that. These weren’t tears of sadness, but happy tears mingled with the tears of build up frustration and tiredness. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands through his hair. ‘You did so well Joon, I couldn’t be more proud of you!’ Proudly he smiled his pearly white smile and your heart softened once again for this tall human being. This sweet soft giant, and he was all yours. He pulled your face to his, but before he could kiss you you pushed him away. ‘Yah! Not where all the others can see us! You stupid? And you smell. Go freshen up first!’ You untangled yourself from him and pushed him towards the dressing room. ‘Why you got to be so rude?’ your boyfriend whined and pouted. ‘You are such a big baby! Now quickly go freshen up so we can go home. At home we can do whatever you want.’ you smiled suggestively and heard the other boys snicker.

Yoongi:

You knew something was off the moment Yoongi stepped into the dorm. The atmosphere was thick and his eyes were dark. You let him be for awhile but when you stood at the door of your shared room and you heard sniffles coming from the room you decided that it was time for him to spill the tea. Yoongi wasn’t a very open person about his struggles and you had to go all lengths to get it out of him, but when you stepped into the room, walked up to him and wanted to talk he grabbed your waist and buried his face in your belly. At this point he was full on crying and you stood there, feeling your t-shirt getting soaked with his tears. His hands were bruising at your waist but you didn't care. You wanted to feel his pain, be there for him. You stroked his hair, massaging his scalp, waiting for him to calm down. It had happened often that he was crying and you knew it was due to the stress and him fighting with the others. You knew also that he didn’t mean to fight them or hurt them and that he would beat himself up for it badly. When his cries died down he pulled you onto the bed with him and cuddled up to you. Your head in the crook of his neck, his in yours and your legs tangled together. His one hand was in your hair and his other lied over your body. The both of you loved this position and you were engulfed in his scent and warmth. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay baby.’

Hoseok:

‘Hey Hobi, your finally home! I made you dinner...’ Your exited voice died down as you saw his tearstained face. Quickly you turned off the stove and rushed into his embrace. ‘What is wrong?’ you asked, concerned about his saddened state of mind. ‘I’m sorry. I just miss my family so bad...’ he cried softly into your hair gripping onto you like you were his last anchor, afraid that you would slip away. ‘Oh Hobi. It’s ok! I’m not only here for the good times. I’ll always be here for you.’ you said, mouth pressed against the base of his neck making your words come out muffled. ‘Why don’t we Skype them after dinner?’ you said softly, stroking his back, massaging his tense back muscles. Hoseok let go of you and smiled softly. ‘Now go clean up first and then we have dinner. We don’t want your mom and dad to see you like this, do we?’ you asked, patting his cheek in a reassuring way. Hoseok nodded and turned to the bathroom. You loved him to the moon and back, and sometimes felt like his mom, but this man just needed a little push sometimes. He needed you and you liked it. You loved to take care of him and you loved the way he looked at you when you did something for him that he appreciated even more. That evening after you dined with him the two of you Skyped his parents. They couldn’t be more proud of their son and again tears spilled out of his eyes. Your heart softened and you comforted him as he spoke to his beloved parents. That night after you ended the call you stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth as Hoseok walked up to you. ‘I am so sorry for tonight. I hadn’t meant for this night to be like this, but I am really glad that you are with me Y/N,’ A soft smile played over your lips as you ran your hand through his hair. With your toothbrush in your mouth you couldn’t say much, but your eyes spoke book parts to your boyfriend.

Jimin:

Seeing this man crying is one of the things in life you wished you’d never have to experience and when he broke down one night at a performance where he failed to do the choreo perfectly you couldn’t hold back your own tears. You pulled your man flush against you on the bed, caressing his flush and red face, softly humming a random tune. ‘Damn baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry too...’ he mumbled, eyes closed as you kept caressing him. ‘You cry, I cry Jimin. You are my sun and stars and I can’t bear to see you cry.’ He softly smiled down at you and pulled you closer to his hard, muscled body. ‘You are so amazing and precious and I hate it that you always beat yourself up for your mistakes. You are human Jimin. It is humane to make mistakes.’ Your words cut deep into Jimin. Another pair of tears slipped past his eyelids as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You were so important to him and you always made him feel better. ‘I know, Y/N. Thank you and I’m sorry.’ You softly kissed him before muzzling your face into his chest and closing your eyes. ‘Let’s sleep now. Tomorrow is going to be a new chance. We’ll talk about it then and practice till we drop,’ you said sleepily, loving the way his body wrapped around yours in such a perfect way.

Jin:

'I feel so bad. He even cried. And I didn’t mean it like that but he messes it up all the time.’ Frustrated Jin pulled his hair, pacing around in the living room while you sat on the couch, listening to his ranting. ‘It is normal for people to mess things up Jin. Taehyung isn’t perfect, neither are you.’ ‘I know that, but in the moment I get so frustrated and then I can’t think rationally. We talked it out and its over but still. I feel terrible.’ A stray tear made it’s way down Jin his cheek. Softly you took his hand in yours, making him sit down next to you. ‘I know you do,’ you said and wiped his tears away. He had been under a lot of stress lately and wanted everything to be perfect for their performances, but not everything could be the way he wanted to. This caused a lot of frustration in his head and he was easily annoyed. You gripped the base of his neck and pulled him towards you, his forehead leaning against yours. ‘You should tell him tomorrow and stop punishing yourself over it. It happened and you can’t turn back time Jin.’ He nodded and licked his lips. ‘Also you should think more before you say something. This will prevent you or others from getting hurt. And maybe find another way to get your frustrations out of the way.’ A sigh left his lips and you knew your man was drained of energy. Usually he took the most care, but at these times it was your turn to take care of him.

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darkling-er · 6 years ago

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 12

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 4413

Notes: Okay, so things going to go fast from here. For a bit, not super fast. Also: I love Nick Rye! *-*

It has been a long time since Hope had such a nice sleep as she just had in John Seed's bed. Feeling the expensive comfort all night long, body and mind relaxing. Her senses being dim from the scent surrounding her through her dreams. No nightmares, no burning fields or Jacob's voice demanding her to kill. She wakes up on her own, head burried in the youngest Seed brother's pillow. Her hand stroking the fabric of it, smiling to herself.

Hope opens her eyes and yawns as she slowly sits up in the king sized bed. Her head doesn't hurt as much as it did yesterday. She rubs her eyes from the sleepiness and as she does she notices something on her wrist. She actually didn't realize she was wearing a wrist watch all along.

“What the...” She wonders as she looks down at the watch. She's not an expert, but she knows something expensive when she sees one.

She doesn't remember having it, until... Until she got into John's bunker!

“What the hell? Did he buy me a watch?” She laughs in disbelief as she look at her wrist. She shakes her head, can't believe the man did that. Yes, she mentioned it to him that she lost her watch in the Whitetails, but this? He brought her a gift? And an expensive one at the look of it.

She gets up from the bed, bare feet meeting the fine wooden floor. Even the floor feels nice, of course. She chuckles for herself as she stands up and walks toward the door which she thinks leads to the bathroom. She doesn't know what she was expecting but as she watches the door open, revealing a huge bathroom she stops at her tracks. A shower cabin in one corner of the room and a bath tub at the other. A huge ass mirror above the sink and a toilet, covered in a fluffy blue toilet seat. Luxury and money screaming off of every bit of the room. Just like everywhere else in the house.

As she steps into the bathroom she notices the bathtub, that it has jets in it.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking.” She says as she looks at it in disbelief but with a huge smile on her face.

She starts the water, then starts looking for bath bombs or anything that she could put into the water. She opens the cabinet above the sink, the one with the mirror and she’s faced with a bunch of medical bottles.

She frowns, looking at the descriptions. Everyone is named for John, but a few of the bottles have a different name. ‘John Duncan’ and on that Hope doesn’t know how to react. Why is John’s name Duncan? Isn’t he a Seed? I thought Faith was Fake Seed…

She looks at the names of the medications: Normison, Prozac, Adderall… All kinds of drugs against insomnia, depression and anxiety? Wow, now I feel even more sorry for him. Fuck.

She looks past the medicines and she spots toothpaste and a couple of toothbrushes. She checks them, grabbing one that looks unused and start brushing her teeth. I could get used to this. She didn’t pay much attention to hygiene since she arrived in the County. And now she wanted to do everything that she didn’t have the chance of.

She feels refreshed as she puts down the toothbrush then she stops the water, that already filled up the bathtub. The young woman puts some stuff into the water, all kinds of nice smells filling the air in the bathroom. She gets out of John’s shirt and her underwear and sets it down at the sink, then she gets into the tub with a sigh.

Her muscles relaxing in the hot water she closes her eyes. As she lays there her radio crackles to life in the bedroom. She opens her eyes and listens, waits for a voice to talk to her.

“Deputy... We need to talk.”

What...the...hell... It’s Joseph Seed. Why is Joseph Seed calling her, what should she do? Hope gets out of the bath quickly, wrapping a towel around her body as she leaves wet marks on the floor while walking back into the bedroom. She looks at her radio on the bed in disbelief. He never called her. Hell, he didn’t try to talk to her since the Cleansing.

“I know you can hear me... I know you’re in my brother’s house.” His voice is calm as always, soothing and friendly. The reason why she has goosebumps all over her body. She shakily takes the radio in her hands, but doesn’t push down the button to talk. She never talked to him before, he never heard her voice.

At her silence there’s a dissappointed sigh, but not an annoyed one. He’s nothing like John. Why are you comparing him to John?

“I’ve had a vision of you last night...” The man continues and she just stands there, water dripping down from her body as she looks down at her radio in her hands. “I’ve seen what’s coming next. The Lord showed me a glimpse of the future: you standing above my brother’s corpse.”

There’s silent again and Hope mouth drops. Her heart feels heavy at those words. Just like in the voice mail, but now he said it. No metaphors or hidden clues. She thinks of John, the man that owned this house, who has the smirk of the devil. She thinks of him dead, belove her, his beautiful blue eyes turned into glassy ones. She shakes her head, closing her eyes as she tries to delete this picture out of her head.

Joseph continues on the other end as she does:

“I ask you...” He seems to search for the right words, then he exhales and continues. “I ask you to spare his life... He wasn’t always like this, he was the most loving out of all of us. He was just a boy when all those terrible things happened to him.”

Hope imagines a young boy again, crying on the kitchen floor while his parents beat him. She doesn’t notice how it affects her until a tear drops down from her face to her hand that is holding the radio.

“I know he can change, he can change through love. I’m only asking you to spare his life. You don’t need to kill him, Deputy... Please think about it.”

And with that her radio turns silent again. She stands in the room, water dripping down from her body, towel hanging around her. All kinds of thoughts run through her mind. Mostly about the so called vision of Joseph. She wonders if the Father called John about this vision as well, but she has a feeling that he didn’t.

She tries to forget about it as she puts up her underwear and her jeans, Sharky’s sweater and the denim jacket on her body with her dirty boots. It’s easier to wear the weathered clothes rather than trying to explain why she wears John Seed’s shirt.

She makes her way out to the corridor and as she looks down into the living room she smiles at the sleeping Sharky and Boomer, cuddling up on the couch. It’s a cute picture, really. She walks through a door out to the balcony and then down to another building, which she assumes is the garage.

Well, almost. As Hope enters the garage she whistles, watching the yellow plane being parked there.

“Hello, beautiful.” She smiles, running her hand long the door of the plane. She remembers John’s being a dark one, and there’s a huge text saying: ‘Rye and Sons’.

She smiles as she enters the plane, although she never in her life flew one. I learned to fly a chopper, how hard could this be?

She puts the headphone on her head and starts the engine of the plane, ready to exit the building. I didn’t die yet, that’s good. She amuses as the plane starts to roll out of the hangar, taking a turn to the airfield.

She flies into the air and starts to panic as she does. This definitely doesn’t work as a chopper. But there’s no going back.

A man’s voice comes through her radio and she tries to concentrate not falling to her death and listening to him speaking as well.

“Hey! This is Nick Rye! Who the hell are you and where do you think you’re taking my plane?! Goddamn Peggies... Wait, wait wait. Ain’t no Peggie dumb enough to pull a stunt like that... Shit, you’re that Deputy I been hearin’ about, ain’t ya?”

Hope laughs nervously as her hands shake around the control of the plane.

“Did you just call me dumb?” She laughs. “Yup, that’s me. Thought I would return your plane to you? You need it?”

Nick humms on the other end:

“Yup. You gotta bring that bird back to me. It’s our only way out of this shit storm. Now I need to make sure they didn’t mess with it. Let’s run it through some tests. Hang a sharp left at the crop circle and fly super low along the river.”

She makes the plane turn left and almost gets a heart attack.

“This thing is a lot more sensitive than a chopper!” She says panicked but manages to straighten out the plane.

“Did you ever fly a plane?” Nick asks and she laughs nervously with a ‘nope’. “Man, you’re either brave or stupid.”

Hope laughs at that nodding to herself.

“Probably both.”

The man on the other end sighs:

“Either way, you just saved my life. Hell, you saved my whole family. Peggies attacked my place just as we were fixin’ to take off good. Swiped my plane and left me to fight for my life. I’m damn near outta ammo.”

Hope takes another sharp turn to left and she feels like she’ll fly right out of the plane, bumping her head on the metal ceiling. When she manages to straighten it out and watches the river below she starts to get lower in the air. She pulls it back up when she almosts flies right into the water as Nick’s excited voice follows her, making her a bit less afraid of the flight.

“God damn! Breakin’ into John’s ranch of all places and makin’ it out in one piece. Way to show those fuckers.”

She chuckles at that, while following the river.

“Yeah, they had that coming. So I figured why the hell not.” Her voice is proud of her own actions. Though it was probably just a bold and idiotic idea.

“They must have been mystified.” Nick laughs with her. “Man, what I’d give to have seen the looks on their faces. Stupid Peggies.”

She follows the river, trying her best to not to crash as Rye continues to speak.

“That’s all they do around here. Show up at your door, like they did to me, and take whatever the hell they want. You know, I shoulda figured everythin’ would be alright. That plane’s never let a single one of us Ryes down. Don’t know what we would’ve done if we lost that plane.”

“Mhmmm...” She says as she tries her best at controlling the plane.

“You should be comin’ to a big fork in the river. Hang right.”

“Oooookay.” She says and watches for the direction. Honestly she just wants to land this thing and survive the day. She should’ve taken lessons before going off, flying around the county. And she’s not even wearing a parachute.

“Yeah, takes a certain kind of man to defend his home. Between you ‘n me, I’m not sure I fit the bill. I don’t know if you got little monsters of your own, but--”

“I’m twenty-one” She laughs, defending herself.

“Okay, but! I’m telling you, the thought of leaving mine fatherless puts the fear of God inside me. And mine ain’t even born yet.”

Hope smiles to herself. A family-oriented person, huh? That’s not a bad thing.

“If runnin’ means I can protect my family at the cost of losin’ my home, so be it. That’s the right move ain’t it?”

Hope smiles to herself, touched by how he wants his family to be safe.

“I think so, yeah. I mean I’m not a parent but I would probably do the same.”

There’s a moment of silence before Nick continues to speak:

“Still, makes my goddamn blood boil that I gotta uproot from the place my family worked so hard to put together. They earned every inch of this land with blood and sweat, and now I gotta lose it to some man-bunned little twerp and his posse of inbreeds? Fuck it!” Hope laughs so hard at that that her hand shake, making her stops as the plane moves dangerously. “You don’t mess with a Rye without it leavin’ a scar. Let’s give ‘em a long kiss goodbye, partner!”

Hope smiles at the sudden nickname, finally getting to be called something else than just ‘Deputy’ and ‘Rook’.

“I’m in it. What should I do?” She asks as she flies over a bridge.

“You should be flying over a field. Light up any Peggies you see. And if you see any Bliss tankers, blow ‘em sky high.”

Blowing things up? Now that’s a thing I really love! She flies over the field and angles the plane, starting shooting at the silo. Getting a bit too close, worried it won’t blow up she hoists the plane up a bit in the air, the silo blowing up below her.

“Woooohoooo!” She laughs, happy like a kid at Christmas’ morning.

“Joseph has his minions poisoning our water supply. Check out the irrigation reservoir or places like it, and lay waste to ‘em.”

Hope flies over a forest, being a bit more confident with the plane. Nick even compliments her on it.

“Look at you being an ace in that thing. You’re like the next Clutch Nixon! Man... he was so cool.”

The junior deputy giggles at that. She heard about the stunt man, he’s a god damn legend in Hope County, but she doesn’t think she’s anywhere near him if it comes to planes.

When she catches sight of the bliss tankers she lowers the plane a bit, shooting them all up.

“Peggies do most of their fueling just north of my runway. Take ‘em out before they get in the air.”

She looks into the distance and considers it.

“Yo, Nick! Do you have like bombs on this thing?”

She asks and Nick humms:

“Yup! See the big red button people tell you in movies to not push?”

She looks down at the controls, the button ot top of it.

“Yeah, I see it.” She replies, readying her thumb over it.

“When you’re ready, drop the bombs on top of the peggies head with pushing it down. You’ll get the hang of it.”

She waits until she reaches the field, the planes being under her and she drops the bombs. And they blow up good, she doesn’t have to do it twice. She laughs, happy of her win as Nick speaks to her again.

“If you do a nice smooth turn, it should put you on a good approach to my air strip. See ya soon!”

She turns the plane, not being as clumsy as before, but starts panicking.

‘Wait, wait, wait, wait! How the hell do I land this thing?!”

Nick hushes her, voice calm, trying to calm down the young woman.

“Now, people say landing is the hardest part, but I’ll show ya how to do it right. Just get the runway in front of you while steadily lowering your attitude.”

Not understandin professional or any language she shrieks:

“What?!” She lowers the plane a bit as she nears the air strip, trying to not die while landing.

She slows down the plane a bit as it lands on the ground, shaking her in the process.

“Umff..” She says as she rolls on the runway.

“Awesome landing, partner! Bring the plane to me. You’ll see me wavin’.”

She moves the plane toward him, trying not to crash into the man in the process. She stops the engine and gets out of the plane, thanking God that she landed safely.

“I think I’m gonna vomit!” She says, leaning on her thighs as she looks down at the ground, but she doesn’t.

“Oh my god, oh my god, look at her... Son of a bitch, you did it!” The man comes up to Hope hugging her close and she can’t help but giggle at the embrace. “You did it, thank you!”

Nick releases her and looks at the plane. He looks in the way of his house shouting:

“Kim! The plane’s back!”

A woman’s voice replies back to him:

“Yeah, I heard!”

Nick turns back to Hope and motions to the plane.

“Hey, come on, let’s turn it around. Come on, grab on!”

She does so, helping him turn the plane, though she’s not as strong as she wants to be, so Nick does most of the muscle work. The man chuckles at her:

“You know, this is the first time in a long time I feel like shit’s actually going my way. Those damn Peggies...”

When they finish turning the plane around he shouts again:

“Kim, come on!”

Nick looks at the plane:

“Please tell me they didn’t fuck with her... You know...” He turns to Hope while checking the yellow metal bird out. “This plane’s been in my family for three generations, can you believe that?”

Hope smiles at him:

“That’s awesome.”

The man shouts again to Kim:

“Kim, you coming?!”

The reply comes, annoyed:

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

Nick raises his hands and shakes his head as he walks past Hope:

“I swear, that woman sometimes... Anyway, my grandpa first got it when it got back from World War Two.“ He climbs on the yellow bird and opens the door to it. “Was his pride and joy.”

“Nick!” A shout comes from Kim.

“I made a few... modifications over the years...”

“Niiick!” Hope turns to the voice then back to the man.

“Kim would ya just hurry up?”

Hope smiles but frowns as soon as the woman replies:

“Nick! The peggies are on their way!”

Nick’s smile freezes:

“What?” As if on cue a plane flies over above them, dropping a bomb near on the forest to them. Fuck! “Those motherfuckers, they just won’t let up!”

A couple of bullets fly right into the plane, almost hitting Hope and Nick. She picks up her AR-C and looks at the man.

“Jesus Christ. Listen. I’m better in the air but you’re a fuckin’ beast on the ground. I’ll hit ‘em high you hit ‘em low, what do you say, partner?” She gives him a brofist nodding. “Horah!”

He enters the plane and Hope turns around, starting to run toward the house. Keep the pregnant woman safe, that’s a priority!

“Kim’s in the house! I’m trustin’ youy partner, keep her safe!” He says through the radio as Hope shoots the peggies outside of the house.

A worried scream comes from inside:

“Nick, Nick, Nick!”

Hope turns her beast mode on and fights herself inside, taking out every damn peggie in her way. As a cultist tries to break into a room upstairs with a bat she takes him out, while Kim inside shouts:

“Tell John Seed this is our place!” God, I already love this woman! Hope smiles to herself as she moves out of the house, standing on the porch, ready to kill anyone who dares to come near the Rye house.

“Ah, dumb move Nick. Shit, shit! Hangar, they’re at the hangar!”

Hope leaves the house, peggie free and runs to the building near it. She climbs on top of the hangar, she likes being on the high ground. Easier to hit targets.

She shoots down the ATVs and the truck, but a bullet almost flies through her, Hope takes cover on the roof. Snipers!

Nick comes to her aid though:

“Stay back. I’m gonna light up these snipers on the roof.” And he does, Hope thankful she doesn’t end up dead today.

After getting clear all of the peggies Hope goes up to the house, waiting for Nick to land. When that happens and he makes his way inside she waits outside, until the man opens the door again, suitcase in hand:

“Come on, Kim. We’re leaving.”

“No.” The pregnant woman says firmly in the back of the room.

“No?” Nick asks back, placing the suitcase on the porch. “C’mon..” He motions to Hope to help him out.

She follows him inside:

“No, this is our home.”

“Kim, you just don’t understand...”

Hope stays silent, not wanting to get between the conversation of husband and wife. Nick gives her a suitcase to hold and she does that.

“Don’t understand what? That they’re stealing our land and kidnapping our friends and God knows what else?” Kim steal the suitcase from Hope’s hands and the junior deputy stands there awkwardly, listening to them.

“Kim...”

“Nick. Your grandfather built this place. You really want to turn your back on that? And what about all the times you talked about handing off the business to our daughter?”

Hope stands next to the pair, looking from one to the other. A smile breaking her face as she listens to them. Is this how being in love feels? Cute.

“I talked about handing off the business to our son.” Hope wants to laugh at that but stops herself.

“You’ve seen the ultrasound. It’s a girl.”

The man shakes his hand:

“That was on a messy black and white TV screen. You know them things ain’t reliable.” He points at Hope in question and she widens her eyes, putting up her hands, wanting nothing with this conversation.

“Nick...” There’s a moment of silence and the man places his hand on Kim’s pregnant stomach and Hope smiles at that.

“I love you.” He says to Kim, who replies with a ‘me too’.

“Awww...” Hope says smiling at the pair, feeling like a third wheel in the moment, but enjoying their happiness.

“Well, Deputy, looks like the Rye family’s digging in. Hey, listen, if you need air support, you gimme a holler. You and me, we’ll be like Butch and Sundance.”

He seems so happy as he brings back the suitcases into the house, Kim turning to him:

“Nick, they both died at the end.”

He looks up at the woman shaking his head:

“Nah.”

Hope looks at Kim, smiling down at the woman, she takes her hands in hers and whispers:

“Please, take care of him.”

Hope nodds and mouths a silent ‘of course’. Nick stands up and looks at the woman, coming up to them and holding them both in his hug.

“Wow, sudden... but okay.” Hope giggles and starts to suffocate with Kim and they both let go of the man.

He smiles down at Hope, questioningly:

“So, partner! What’s your name?”

Hope looks at him surprised and just stands there, looking up at the man. She feels like tear are gathering in her eyes. Such a simple question, but it makes her heart warm and melt. Not only he doesn’t call her Deputy non-stop, but he also asked her name? She doesn’t get that much attention from others. Hell, she doesn’t think anyone knows her name, other than her uncle, colleges and Adam.

“Sorry.” She says, wiping down her tear, laughing. “I feel like an idiot for crying at this, just you know. Not many people treat me like... well like another human being.”

She feels small, she fears she’ll cause them to cringe, but Kim comes up to her, arms wide open and she hugs her.

“Well we do. We’re greatful for what you did to our family,...?” She looks up at Hope, which is funny, considering Hope is quite small as well.

“Hope. My name’s Trinity-Hope Johnson. But I prefer Hope.”

Kim and Nick smile at her and she feels like she’s already at home. She didn’t feel this around others. Not even Sharky, though the man is considered to be her best friend.

“Welcome to the family, Hope.”

After staying for breakfast -which she skipped while flying around the Valley- and talking to the Ryes the junior deputy leaves their house. A smile on her face she steps into the car, which she asked to borrow from Nick. When she drives to the Ranch she is surprised to find it empty. No Sharky, no Adam. She tries calling Jerome, Mary May, even the Ryes but no one answers.

Hope starts to get worried, not knowing why is the sudden silent. Then her radio crackles to life on her belt. She expects it to be Sharky or Adam explaining where they went, but the voice calling her belongs to someone else. She freezes, fear starting to build up in her. How is that every time John calls her on the open station he sounds so monotone? Cold, while speaking on the private channel he always seems to ease up a bit?

“Atonement is the final step before fully accepting The Word of the Father into your heart. Our sins - having been finally exposed - can now be removed... Freeing our souls and opening our hearts. Now, the pain of Atonement is measured by the severity of the sin... and thanks to your Deputy, the sins of this Resistance are indeed...severe. You will all Atone for what the Deputy has done. You will all welcome The Word of the Father into your hearts. You will all say Yes... Your actions have consequences, Deputy. I’ve gathered all your friends here in Fall’s End to atone for your sins.” Hope blinks a few seconds, not knowing what to do.

“You’re welcome to join us. After all, if it weren’t for you they wouldn’t be in this predicament... This is your last chance to say Yes, Deputy... Don’t be late.”

The call ends and Hope stands in the home of the man who kidnapped her friends... She wants to cry out to him from anger, but that wouldn’t help them... She looks at the answering machine on the dining table and thinks about Joseph Seed’s morning call. He saw what’s coming next. And if she has to kill John Seed to save her friends? Then so be it...

A/N: This is the watch she got from John: Vacheron Constantin Overseas Small Model.

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