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[cuddleprofiler]

FAINTING & FEVER - When you confess your deep buried feelings to your boss in your fever.

Summary: Hiding a fever? Check. Passing out? Check. Confessing your feelings to your boss? Wait woah?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, BAU x platonic!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fever, fainting, rest is good I guess.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This was supposed to be platonic but I didn't feel like it is romantic :) This is my first time writing any non-platonic work. All the pics I have inserted are more clear when clicked if you want to see (Tumblr did something). Positive Criticism is welcomed.

"So, what are you ladies up to tonight?" Morgan asked while driving, his focus on the road. You'd just finished a case, and as usual, Morgan was eager to make plans before another case thrust you back into the world's horrors.

"Well," JJ began with a sigh, eyebrows raised, "I'm going to spend the whole day resting with my boys." She finished with her radiant smile.

"What about you, Prentiss?" Morgan glanced at Emily in the passenger seat.

"No plans yet, but who knows? I might have something by the time we land."

"L/N?" Derek called out when he realized you hadn't answered, lost in your own world.

You sat beside Spencer, staring out the window, oblivious to your surroundings. The heat you felt was consuming every coherent thought.

"L/N?"

"Huh? What did you say?" you asked, turning your head so quickly that JJ and Spencer wondered how you didn't get whiplash. Your voice remained calm and soft.

"You okay?" Spencer asked, his hazel eyes filled with concern.

"Why wouldn't I be, Spencer?" you replied, mustering a small smile to maintain your façade.

"You just seem...down," he commented, studying you intently. You gave him another small smile, shook your head, and winced. Your head felt as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer. Spencer either didn't notice your wince or chose not to comment.

"You up for some fun tonight?" Morgan asked again, though you were barely aware.

"What fun?" you frowned. The way he said "fun" made you think it might not be the kind you'd enjoy.

"Seriously, sweet girl? You're spending way too much time with Reid. I'm talking about bars, drinks, and if you get lucky, then maybe—" Morgan started with a Cheshire grin, while your eyes widened.

"No," you said in a high-pitched tone, embarrassed at the thought of hooking up with a random guy when you already loved someone.

"What do you mean, 'no'? Come on. We don't get many days off, L/N. You should enjoy them when you can."

"Morgan, I can't," you said, shifting uncomfortably.

"And why is that, sweet girl?"

"Hey! Garcia will take offense if you call someone else 'sweet girl,'" you said with a smile, appreciating his use of a nickname for you.

"Nah. My baby girl will never be offended by this, and you're not just someone else," he replied confidently.

"But answer the question, sweet girl," he prompted, aware you were avoiding it. He assumed your hesitation was due to your reluctance to go out, knowing how you and Reid felt about drinking and socializing.

"I've got some work to do, Morgan. Also, I'm tired," you said, leaning your head back.

Morgan's expression changed instantly.

"Go straight home when we land, Y/N, not to Hotch's office. Whatever files you have to work on can wait. If I didn't know him better, I'd say he's making you do overtime."

"Exactly. Hotch will understand, and there's no need to tire yourself out," Spencer added softly.

Their concern warmed your heart. "Of course, gentlemen," you replied, amusing the others.

The conversation drifted back to their plans while you gazed out the window, watching amoeba-shaped clouds float slowly across the sky. The view was therapeutic, but you didn't tell them how awful you were feeling.

When you woke up that morning, it felt as if hell had descended upon Earth just for you. Your muscles ached, protesting and begging you to return to bed, but you couldn't. Lives were at stake, a case needed solving. Now, the muscle pain had given way to a headache and constant zoning out.

You longed to get home as soon as possible, yearning for your fluffy blankets to engulf you completely, save for your head. You hoped your phone might end up in a ditch for the day, allowing you to remain in your cozy cocoon until you felt well enough to face the world—and potential case calls—again.

Soon, you arrived at the airstrip, where Emily and JJ surrounded you.

"So, where's your mind wandering today?" Emily asked with a mischievous grin. Before you could answer, JJ chimed in.

"In dreams of Hotch, of course. Right, Y/N?" You quickly shushed her, glancing around to ensure no one had overheard.

"JJ, Emily, we're at the airstrip," you whispered urgently. "Someone might hear you. It's supposed to be a secret. Sometimes I think you and Garcia are determined to let Hotch find out." You began trudging toward the plane, feeling drained.

They both laughed and high-fived.

"We do want you two together," Emily said.

"You should tell him yourself," JJ added. "Besides, if he overhears by accident, it'll only speed up your love life."

"By the way, Y/N, will you only go out with us if Hotch is there too?" Emily teased.

"Guys!" you groaned as they laughed.

Your crush on Hotch had started early in your tenure, initially based on his looks. But it deepened into something more profound, to the point where his well-being affected you deeply. You felt terrified when he faced dangerous situations. That's when you knew you were in trouble.

There was no way he'd fall for someone who could barely speak to him. You had your reasons for avoiding him. The days leading up to this decision were hellish. Never had you stumbled over your words as much as you did then. And what did he do?

He always gave you a patient look and nodded softly, encouraging you to speak your mind. It was manageable until you started losing yourself in his eyes or staring at his face constantly. After that, you ensured you were never alone with him except when working on case files. You began doing this so he could go home early and rest, reasoning that a few extra files wouldn't impact your time.

You were startled from your reverie by the memory of Garcia suggesting that Hotch might like you too. You still don't believe her, but a girl could hope.

"If it gets too much, I want you to pull out."

"Sir?" you asked, confused, looking up from your gun at your boss, who was surveying the team preparing to ambush the unsub's house.

"Everyone has off cases, L/N, but with time, most of us have learned to deal with it. Still, we pull ourselves out when needed. You're still new. So, pull out if necessary. Do you understand me?" he said, now looking at you, his gaze sweeping over your shorter form. You looked up at him intently, lost in his eyes until he raised an eyebrow. You could have sworn you saw his eyes soften slightly.

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Hotch, Y/N." With that, he walked towards the rest of the team as you hurried to catch up.

Back at the FBI building, you dashed to Garcia's lair. She was your first friend, and you both had a tendency to ramble about various topics. Sometimes Reid joined in. As soon as you saw her, you hugged her. Hugging Garcia was like therapy—you could feel your worries, guilt, and other negative emotions leaving your body. You felt yourself relax, your body lighter. You called it "Garcia magic”! It was an added bonus that Garcia was fond of physical affection.

When you told her about Hotch's words and your feeling that he was worried and all other incidents where he acted the same—though you thought that was impossible—she flashed her beaming smile, all her white teeth showing. Her eyes, however, held the amusement of knowing something you didn't.

"I didn't know sweet cheeks, he cares for you this much." Garcia mused, clearly pleased by what you'd shared.

This much? And what do you mean?" you asked, your curiosity evident.

"Hmm hmm. He looks at you the same way Will looks at JJ. He's so soft with you and he isn't like this with anybody. Maybe except Jack of course."

“Garcia there’s no way in hell he likes me. Maybe he was trying to be sweet.” you asked her trying not to get your hopes up.

This is a paradox. You are sure. Damn sure! Garcia began laughing while you gave her an incredulous look. She didn’t stop until you threw a teddy at her. “My sweet sweet girl, Hotch is never sweet with anyone. Ask Emily about it if you are unsure but nope nada in my so many years of being at BAU, he’s never sweet with anyone.”

"Maybe you are overthinking this Garcia. Hotch and I don't even know each other.”, you mumbled looking at your hands in your lap.

“That is an argument I will have with you on another day but what I'm saying is that Hotch likes you.", she says with a small almost sad smile.

"If you want you can observe him. You're a profiler baby. Yow will know.", she added gleefully.

Henceforth, you observed Hotch as profiling team members was off-limit. He had a tendency to smile at you softly and he didn’t offer others the same amount of options that he did to you , but you attributed this to being new. You were certain he'd show his more authoritative side once you were no longer considered the newest member. Definitely!

Lost in these thoughts, you suddenly felt your vision blur and your surroundings distort.

"Whoa! You okay?" Emily asked as she grabbed your forearm, while JJ held the other. They exchanged concerned looks when you didn't answer immediately. You shook your head slightly and replied,

"Yeah, yeah. Just slipped."

They didn't seem convinced but didn't press further.

"Be careful," JJ said, patting your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course," you mumbled, trying to regain your composure.

Hotch and Rossi chatted as they walked, their conversation drifting from Jack's football to other topics. Before they knew it, they'd arrived at the airstrip. As Hotch boarded the plane, he froze in surprise. You were seated next to his usual spot—an unexpected sight, given your habit of avoiding him outside of group settings or work situations. Your presence there felt nothing short of miraculous.

Not wanting to give Rossi a chance to tease him, Hotch quickly sat beside you. He was certain you hadn't noticed his arrival, as you were deeply engrossed in the case report—something you rarely worked on during flights.

His attention shifted back to Rossi when the older agent began discussing plans for a pasta dinner. From the corner of his eye, Hotch caught you glancing up, offering both him and Rossi a small smile before burying yourself in the file again. It was odd, considering the report wasn't due for days.

He didn't want to finish it quickly, knowing an empty home awaited him. No one would be there to greet him—just silent walls. Jack was on vacation with Jessica's family for the next few days, leaving Hotch alone in the city. He stole another quick glance at you, resisting the urge to look more often.

Hotch was sure he would never fall in love again after Hayley. He loved her from such a young age and so much that loving someone else felt betraying the love he had bestowed upon Hayley all those years. Even after getting a divorce, he didn't stop loving her completely. Sometimes, he liked to believe they separated not because they fell out of love, but because their love was so intense that their arguments became too painful. However, he knew this wasn't the reality. He sighed and pulled out his file.

His thoughts soon drifted to you. Lately, contemplating love inevitably led him to think of you. Sometimes you don't know what hit you until it does. Falling in love with you was the same. He was falling in and never realised until the day he got a letter. From you.

Hotch had slowly fallen in love with you. That was the truth of his life, he stayed away from for a long time. How could he stay away when your every action seemed to win his heart anew? Each time he learned something new about you, he fell a little deeper.

You were a sweet addition to the team. It didn't mean you were all the time sunshine. Everyone learnt that the hard way. He mentally chuckled at the fight you and Morgan had over dark chocolate to the extent you were ready to beat him black and blue. However, your sweet gestures towards everyone on the team always warmed his heart.

He reminded himself to remain professional. After all, he was on a plane with a group of profilers who could decipher his feelings in minutes if given the chance.

"L/N, can you tell me about the—"

"L/N?" Hotch called out again, surprised you didn't hear him the first time. Still, you didn't reply. Rossi also looked up.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He said, touching your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. What happened?" You looked like a deer caught in headlights, making both Hotch and Rossi confused.

"Nothing happened. I was just asking you about the case," he replied, looking at you. You were looking...different. It was as if every laugh and joy had been drained from your life.

"I'll be right back," you said, standing up and moving before Hotch had a chance to stop you.

The moment you stood up, you knew you shouldn't have done that. You were far better sitting down. Now the pounding in your head intensified, along with the feeling of being shaken up to the point where you could see everything oscillating. You tried to keep yourself still, hoping your surroundings would become normal.

The next thing you knew, everything went black.

Hotch saw you swaying and moved instinctively. He caught you, one hand on your waist, the other on your shoulder, trying to keep you up while you were dead weight. However, it wasn't as easy as it seemed in the movies.

"Y/N? Y/N. Hey, wake up!"

"Y/N!" He squeezed your body against him.

However, his yelling got him nowhere. You didn't respond, lying still in his arms as if you were taking a nap. Hotch would have believed it if he hadn't seen you go down in front of his eyes.

"Y/N," he called out again, softly this time, yet the response was the same. He swept your hair back from your face.

Unable to keep you up, he gently lowered both of you onto the aisle. He moved his hands to your shoulders, gently shaking you, but you showed no sign of waking up.

He didn't notice anyone else until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Rossi sitting beside him, looking alarmed by the happenings. Morgan was above your head. The rest of the team was also hovering.

"What happened, man?" Morgan asked while taking the sweater Reid offered and putting it under your head.

Hotch didn't answer. He himself didn't know what was wrong with you. One minute, you were standing and the next plummeting down like the apple which led to the discovery of gravity. His hand went to your cheeks, where he felt the heat radiating. His frown appeared and deepened as he touched your forehead.

"She's burning up!" Hotch said worriedly, still keeping his tone full of calmness while his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. Having a fever is one thing but passing out from it is entirely another. He couldn't help but feel the small burning sensation in his chest at the thought of being ill, even if it was a fever.

You could hear people talking, but why would there be people at your home? You scrunched your face and blinked your eyes multiple times before fully opening them. Everything was blurry at first, but soon it became clear, along with the horrible pounding in your head. You tried to sit up, but a firm pair of arms pushed you back.

"Hey Bella, don't try to get up. Stay still."

"Wha-what happened?"

"You fainted," Hotch said. The rest of them had dispersed, knowing Hotch would take great care of you and that a crowd wouldn't help much.

"I don't feel good," you groaned, your hand massaging your head.

"Yeah, I gathered that much. Tell me what's exactly wrong, L/N?" Hotch had your hand in his, rubbing it softly to ease the pain in any way he could.

"I don't feel good," you mumbled again with half-closed eyes. You were mostly disoriented from what Hotch could figure out.

"You have a fever."

"I do?"

It was taking you time to gather what was happening. He blamed the fainting and fever. It took you time, but you slowly opened your eyes fully when you noticed Hotch still sitting at the edge of the sofa. He still held your hand, and your legs were on his lap. Being in touch with him felt like second nature; you didn't even notice until you opened your eyes. You quickly tried to pull back your legs and hand, but Hotch stopped you with his hold.

"Don't move so much, Y/N. Relax," his voice soft and calming, as always.

You sat in silence for the rest of the journey, which wasn't very long. You were clutching onto his forearm as he helped you sit up to go home. When you came outside the plane,

"Hotch, I can go home by myself," you began, your voice small, hoping to regain some of the dignity you lost after fainting in front of your entire team.

"Y/N, you can't stand straight, and you want to drive home by yourself?" Hotch asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There are other ways to be suicidal than this, sweet girl," Morgan quipped, walking beside you, not that you noticed. You looked up at him and then at Hotch, concern shining in both of their eyes.

"I'm not joking," you huffed.

"Neither are we," Morgan said.

"Y/N, it's final. I'm taking you home," Hotch ordered. That's what it felt like to you.

Hotch had an arm around your waist, supporting you as your body threatened to collapse. He hurried towards your apartment, aware of your rising fever. He couldn't give you medicine without food, but he was grateful for your unfiltered speech—it revealed the extent of your discomfort.

"You know, Hotch?" you began as he fumbled with the door. You leaned against the wall for support.

"Dahlias are my favourite flowers. They symbolize change, dignity, and elegance."

"They're native to Mexico, right?" he replied as you entered the apartment.

"Yeah! You know about them?" you asked, turning your face abruptly.

"Easy, honey. No sudden moves," he cautioned. "And yes, I've picked up a few facts over the years."

"I've always loved them. So colourful, bright, and beautiful," you laughed softly.

Hotch had never heard you speak so freely. He found himself enchanted by your voice, certain you could rival Reid in flower trivia.

After settling you on the sofa, Hotch fetched water, fruit, and medicine. You tossed your shoes aside and reluctantly took the pills, groaning as you slumped back.

"You should change into something more comfortable," Hotch suggested, removing his own shoes.

You looked at him, startled. Realizing his phrasing, he quickly clarified, "I mean, you should put on some comfy clothes."

At his insistence, you changed. When you returned, Hotch had shed his coat and tie, his shirt partially unbuttoned.

"Aren't you going home?" you asked, confused.

"I'll stay tonight, in case you need anything."

"There's no need, Hotch. You must be exhausted from the case. Go home and rest. I'll be fine."

"Y/N, it's better if someone's with you tonight. You fainted on the plane. I wouldn't be able to relax not knowing how you're doing," he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and curled up on the sofa with a blanket and pillow. You both decided to watch Star Wars.

Partway through the movie, you turned to Hotch, staring intently.

"You know, Hotch?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. Like, really, really love you," you said with a lopsided smile.

Hotch froze, completely still. He hadn't been this motionless since he first held Jack, afraid of hurting his newborn son. He never imagined you reciprocated his feelings, but he knew if he didn't get the conversation going right now, he not going to know about your feelings when you are not loopy due to medicine.

“Yea?”

"Mm-hmm. You're so wonderful and adorable and just... so cute. Yeah, you're intimidating at work, but the rest of the time? Totally cute."

"Oh, am I?"

Though your tongue was loosened by the medicine, you were more lucid than you let on. Having suppressed these feelings for so long, you couldn't stop now that you'd started. You wanted to tell him everything—him about all those feelings that you shouldn't have about him but you do, how couldn't help but fall for him slowly and every day seeing him made your day.

He was so handsome! His pretty dark brown chocolate-coloured eyes are swoon-worthy. Whenever you look into them, you feel hypnotized, unable to look away from them but not being present in the time; you often find yourself lost in them, forgetting his words as you gaze at him. Right now, he was looking directly at you, and you were drowning in his gaze.

How does he not realize the effect he has when he looks at someone like this?

Hotch's smile grew with each word you spoke.

"You're so handsome, ridiculously handsome. Have you seen yourself under that table lamp? You look like some movie hero poring over case files."

He blushed and glanced away at your flood of compliments. You cupped his face, turning it back to you, your eyes wide and intent. His smile made your frown melt into the biggest grin he'd ever seen on you. You looked beautiful.

"I just really like you, but I know you don't like me," you said, your voice small.

He frowned at your words.

"I love you too, honey, but I'll give you the full answer when you're well enough to remember it. Word for word," he replied softly.

You squealed with delight.

"You aren't just saying this to spare my feelings, right?" you mumbled a few moments later.

He cradled your face in his hands. "I would never say such a thing just to spare someone's feelings, Y/N. I love you. More than you can imagine."

Your questioning continued throughout the movie, but you refused to turn it off.

"You must have had many admirers in college. How many girlfriends did you have?" you asked, your head resting on his shoulder while his hand on your waist pulled you closer. Both of you kept your eyes on the TV.

"I only had one."

"No, you're lying. You're far too handsome to have had only one girlfriend your entire life."

'You can become the second.'

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, sweetheart."

"Did you just call me sweetheart?"

"You're imagining things, L/N. It's a common symptom of high fever. Of course, I didn't call you sweetheart, honey."

"Oh, but I—you just called me—"

"What?"

"Never mind. I must be imagining it."

"Yes, you're definitely imagining things."

[lesservillain]

baby daddy!eddie x mom!reader

cw: smut, non established relationship, best friend!eddie as well, idiots in love

wc: 3.8k

Closing the door as gently as he could, Eddie tip toed down the hall of the trailer and rounded into the kitchen to get himself a beer. He’d played hard enough with Autumn that she could barely keep her eyes open through her bath, but that also meant he wore himself out in the process. So after cracking open a can, he plops his ass down and turns on the TV, ready to chill until he passes out on the couch.

Well, that was the plan. Just as he got comfortable, there was a small knock on the trailer door. With a frustrated sigh, Eddie jumps back up, mumbling something about people coming to his house so late at night.

“Listen, I’ve told you all I don’t fucking deal anymore—Woah!”

Instead of some annoying kids looking for weed, Eddie was met with your sniffling nose and tear stained cheeks. He immediately went into best friend mode, wrapping you in a big hug and letting you get those emotions out.

After some crying and a soaked shoulder later, you finally peel yourself away from Eddie and attempted to talk, but only babbling came out.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Eddie says, thumbs rubbing the tops of your shoulders. “Just calm down and tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head, doing your best to compose yourself.

“He-he-he g-got mar-married,” you hiccup out.

Eddie blinks at you. He knows exactly what you were talking about. Dustin told him back when that Harrington met a girl about 6 months ago and apparently they hit it off right away. The last thing he wanted to do was tell you about her considering your long time pining for him Especially considering he’s the reason Harrington would never ask you out. But you ended up finding out on your own, and devastated couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt.

It seemed soon in Eddie’s opinion, granted he would marry you tomorrow if you would say yes. When Dustin told him that he was going to be the best man that the wedding, Eddie had mixed feelings. He knew that it would kill you when you found out. That you’d react exactly as you were now.

Actually, you’re doing a little better than he anticipated.

“He came into the store and,” you blew your nose into the toilet paper he grabbed for you, “and I saw the ring on his finger when he was getting his money out of his wallet.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

“They haven’t even known each other that long! He’s such an idiot…”

“I’ve been trying to tell you that,” Eddie jokes, rolling his eyes.

“Oh god, what if--do you think it’s because she’s pregnant?”

Eddie’s pretty sure Dustin would have told him if that was the reason why, but it’s not an unreasonable guess.

“I don’t know, could be? Or maybe Steve Harrington is just an idiot like you said. And maybe they’ll be divorced by this time next year. Who knows, right?”

You sighed, leaning into Eddie and resting your head against him. “I don’t even know why I’m so upset. He was never going to ask me out anyway. No one wants a young single mom. Steve has his whole life to do what he wants, why would he be with someone who has so much baggage?”

“Hey, don’t say that about Audy,” Eddie scolds.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you correct, “I was talking about myself. I’d never be with someone who didn’t accept Autumn. Even Steve Harrington. I just…I’m damaged goods, Eddie.”

Eddie could feel himself getting upset but didn’t want to make things worse right now, so he took a few breathes to steady himself. He said your name sternly, pulling your full attention to him.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that. It makes me feel like it’s my fault--”

“Eddie,” you stop him before he can get another word out, “You know that you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve told you before that if I was going to get pregnant right out of high school with anyone that I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else but you.”

Eddie knows this, and he feels the same. But it’s not what he wants.

Even though it was all a total accident, he hoped that night the two of you spent together was going to be the next step for both of you. And even though he was scared after you told him with tears in your eyes then that he had gotten you pregnant, he wished with all his might that it would bring the two of you closer together.

Which it did in a way. Obviously the two of you would be bound together for the rest of your lives, but it wasn’t in the way he wanted. You still were head over heels for Steve, and there was no way Eddie could even compare to the king.

“Yeah…I know.” He says somberly. Your brows pinch, making him worried he should have said something else.

Then your expression changed. You looked at him intensely for a moment, before your eyes became lidded and…were you leaning in?

Eddie thought fast, making a quick decision to put his hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes go wide as dinner plates, tears perching on your waterline as what hot embarrassment washes over you.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, suddenly regretting everything. This could have been his chance and he was an idiot.

You pull his hand from his mouth, sitting in silence for a moment before you begin to laugh. It catches Eddie off guard and he freezes.

“Eddie, I should be the one apologizing,” you say with giggles. “I’m the one who was stupid enough to try and kiss her best friend for a second time. We both know what happened the first time and the last thing we need is history to repeat itself.”

Eddie still felt conflicted. Your tone wasn’t sitting right with him, like there was some level of self depreciation in your words.

After a moment you stop laughing. Your face warps into worry as you stand from the couch.

“I-I need to go—“

“No, wait!” Eddie stands to grab your wrist before you could run away. He pulls you into him and hugs you tightly to him. You stand still before slowly wrapping your arms around him, gripping his shirt in your hands.

“Listen, I know you’re going through a lot emotionally right now, but…I’m here for whatever you need. Even if…” He trails off for a moment, knowing that he’s just going to hurt himself if he lets you use him. But he can’t turn you away when you need him. He’d rather you take advantage of his feelings than run off to someone else who would hook up with you without second thought.

“Even if it means crossing a boundary that we’ve already crossed before.”

Eddie feels you press into him harder, face buried in his chest. And when you look up at him, Eddie thinks he could melt into a puddle and let you mold him to however you’d like.

“I don’t think I should make any rash decisions right now,” you say with a sniffle. “I think I just need to clear my head. Let myself rot in my own misery instead of dumping it all on you.”

“Or,” Eddie says with a smile, “you could rot with me. I rented some movies and some beers in the fridge that have your name on them. I think we have some leftover pizza still, too.”

Your smile was so bright it was comparable to the sun rising. There was nothing in the world that could keep him down as long as you were happy. Eddie probably would have dropped out of school after his second failure if you hadn’t simply smiled at him and told him that he would graduate next year, for sure. He probably only did because you smiled at him every time he got a good grade.

The way you hugged him for a long time after a report card with no F’s on it kept Eddie’s head in the zone that last school year. And, well, the way your body felt under his when he finally graduated…

Eddie shook his head, wracking his brain for anything to keep his mind from thinking about that night right now. There’s no way him getting a boner while you were still holding on to him so tight would be good.

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” you finally say after staring up at him for several beats. But Eddie caught the somber look in your eyes. It was going to take a lot of distracting to get you in a good head space.

“You know, I think we might still have some popcorn, too.”

After a few drinks, some weed, and a movie and a half later, Eddie finds himself waking up on his couch at some point after falling asleep. The bright, staticy screen causes him to squint his eyes, turning his head enough to bump his chin against the top of your head.

Eddie looks down at where you’re leaning into his side. He vaguely remembers wrapping an arm around you before the two of you had succumbed to sleep. It pains him to possibly wake you but the urge to pee is what startled him awake in the first place, so he does his best to untangle himself from you and sneaks to the bathroom.

On the way back to the couch, Eddie decided to stop in his room and grab a blanket for the two of you. But when he returns, he finds you sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Hey,” you croak out, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“Hey,” he whispers back. “I brought us a blanket.”

You stretch before standing up from the couch. “I should probably head home, Eddie.”

“Sweetheart its,” he leans to check the time on the microwave, “3 in the morning.”

Your eyes go wide, hands running over your face. “It is? Fuuuuck.”

“Just stay,” Eddie says, walking over to you and wrapping you up in the blanket. You groan, feeling conflicted on if you should stay and sleep on Eddie’s couch or if you should brave the drive home.

“Hey, if you stay, you don’t have to drive all the way over here to get Fae in the morning.”

“Ugh, okay you got me,” you say, giving in. You sit back down on the couch and start to make yourself comfortable.

“Wait, you can sleep in my bed. Promise I don’t bite.”

That took less convincing as you pop back up, dragging the blankets behind you as you wobble to Eddie’s room. Eddie laughs as you plop into his bed, stealing one of his pillows to make yourself comfortable.

“Hey save some room for me,” he says, walking around to the other side to climb in. He lays next to you, adjusting in an obnoxious manner that has you giggling. You turn to face him and he does the same.

“I love you,” you say at the tail end of a giggle. It’s something said frequently between the two of you. Genuine as it’s spoken after years of friendship.

“Love you, too,” Eddie says with a sigh. Sleep soon takes you both over again. The only sounds that can be heard is the sound of the a/c doing its best to cool down the trailer.

Eddie felt himself waking once again, this time much more comfortably in his own bed. He yawned, shaking a bit as the feeling of waking overcame his body.

The sun peaking through the cracks of his curtains gave the room just enough light that he could see the room with a slight glow. Turning his head, he chanced to see if you were still laying with him. He had a dream that you’d left with Autumn and ran away with Steve that left a sick feeling in his stomach.

Much to his delight you were indeed still occupying the bed with him. Smiling wide as you looked at him, already awake where you lay.

“Mornin’,” he says in his morning voice, and your eyes flicker.

“Morning,” you squeak back. As Eddie turns to face you, your hand finds its way out from under the covers and reaches out towards him. Your fingers gently glide across his cheek, rubbing against the stubble as you push his hair out of his face.

The way you’re looking at him has Eddie’s tummy feeling funny, but in a different way from his dream. You’re looking at him the same way he looks at you.

Suddenly, you push yourself up on your arm, hand still on his cheek as you start to lean in once again. Eddie’s heart beats hard against his chest as you close the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

It lasts a few moments, and Eddie melts into it. It was a kiss like none he’s ever had before. Not even compared to the last time the two of you kissed before Autumn was born. This kiss felt like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, the warmth spreading to every part of his body as he drank you in.

When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you, not wanting it to end so soon unknowing if it would ever happen again. When you don’t kiss him again, his eyes finally open to meet yours. They’re bouncing everywhere, scanning his face as if looking for an answer written on his skin.

“Eddie…”

But Eddie doesn’t let you ponder much longer, hand snaking around your head to pull you into him once more. This time more feverishly, the heat palpable between the two of you.

You shift so that you can bury your hands in his hair, and Eddie takes advantage of this to move himself above you. Eddie kisses you into the pillow beneath you, long kisses turning into passionate smacking, poking the fire that was burning between you.

“Tell me to stop,” Eddie says as his lips begin to move down your cheek and to your neck. He says your name breathily, “Tell me now, because I won't be able to stop once this starts.”

“I-I can’t. I won’t,” you stutter, hands grabbing at his waist as he kisses and nips at your neck. Eddie breathes against you, body alight knowing that you wanted this as much as him.

“But,” you say, stopping him in his tracks. You give him a coy smile, nodding towards the door. “You better make it quick. You know she’ll wake up at any moment.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Don’t gotta tell me twice. Better get to work then.”

Eddie suddenly lifts the blanket above the both of you and disappears underneath it. Soft kisses leave a trail from your knees to the apex between them. Eddie slips his fingers in the hem of the sleep pants he let you borrow, pulling them down with your panties in one quick motion. There was barely any light to see, so he decided to just dive in tongue first.

He ate you out like a man starved. Your thighs try hard to wrap around him as he works you up on his tongue, but his strong arms hold you open for him. Eddie groans at the way your fingers grip his hair, tugging just enough to burn so good against his scalp.

Once he added fingers, you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet. It was like Eddie knew exactly what you liked, because not long after you were coming undone, riding his face as you did.

Eddie crawls up your body, head resting between your breasts as he pokes out from under the covers.

“Jesus, Eddie,” you pant, looking at him in awe.

“And that’s not even the best part,” he teases, making you roll your eyes at him. You grab his face and bring him closer to you, tasting yourself on his lips as you kiss him again.

Eddie rolls his hips subconsciously, and you can feel how hard he is as he grinds against you. You want to say you also forgot how big he was, but it’s something you didn’t want to admit you thought about often.

Your hand travels between you, fingers trailing against his skin as you reach the hem of his boxers. Slipping under it, you feel your way to his hard cock, taking it in your hand to pump him. He whines against your lips, hips moving faster in your grip. You watch with awe struck eyes as his beautiful face contorts in pleasure above you.

“Please,” he pants out as he fucks your hand, “Wanna be inside you. Can I?”

You nod silently, unbelievably turned on by your best friend for the second time now.

He works fast pulling his boxers off quickly, a loud thwaping coming from his cock smacking against his stomach after getting caught on the waistband. Your eyes go wide as you take in his size.

After almost 2 years you’re still shocked at what Eddie Munson is packing. Those dumb ass cheerleaders that picked the bone head jocks over him have no idea what they missed out on.

Eddie settled himself between your legs, spitting on his own cock to get it good and wet before rubbing it in your soaked folds. You had a moment of clarity, realizing that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words got caught up in a moan as Eddie pushed his way inside of you.

The stretch took your breath away. Eddie seesawed his way into your tight cunt, opening you up on his cock until he was balls deep inside of you. He placed his hands on either hip and started moving, holding you tight as he worked up his pace.

Every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. The constant knocking against your sweet spot had you seeing stars quickly, still worked up from him eating you out. The pretty sounds that Eddie was making wasn’t helping either, but you still had enough mind to shush him so that he wouldn’t wake your daughter.

Eddie’s pace quickens, and he makes the fatal mistake of adding his thumb to the mix. It only throttles you to the edge for a second time this morning. It’s not much longer before your vision goes white, toes curling as your orgasm takes over. It's probably the hardest you’ve cum in a long time.

“Oh, fuck.”

You barely registered Eddie’s words, but you definitely felt the reason behind his curses. Eddie was cumming deep inside you, balls emptying into your pussy as you were still riding out your own orgasm.

In the moment it felt amazing, but the post orgasm bliss left you crashing as you realized the very real situation you were both in.

Eddie felt himself being pushed by you, taking him out of his own high as he stumbled back on his ass. As you open your mouth to speak, Eddie is hit with a wave of deja vu with every word.

“Did you fucking cum in me?” The words came out in slow motion and Eddie’s body broke out in cold sweat.

“I-I’m sorry. I was going to pull out, I just—“

“What? You forgot? Are you kidding me Eddie? Do you not remember what happened the last time?”

Right on cue, your daughter's whines could be heard from across the hall. You sigh, kicking the covers completely away from you and grabbing the pajama pants you had back on.

“Listen, I really am sorry,” Eddie says, looking at you with big, sad eyes. You groan, unable to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that.

“What are we going to do then, Eddie?” You ask him, walking out of his bedroom to get your daughter.

Eddie sits on the bed for a moment and thinks. He knows that you getting pregnant again while Autumn’s only and a half isn't ideal. Not that you being pregnant is ideal anyway, but honestly Eddie wouldn’t be mad about it.

He was so head over heels for both you and Autumn that he doesn’t hate the idea of another person to love is the worst thing. But he’s also not the one doing all the hard work. And if it wasn’t obvious the first time that having a kid wouldn’t fix any problems, then having a second would probably not make much of a difference in your feelings towards him.

The door opens again and Eddie watches as you enter with a squealing toddler on your hip, clearly happy to see both mommy and daddy.

“Morning, sweet girl,” Eddie cooes, scooping his baby up and smothering her with kisses, sending Autumn into a fit of giggles.

“I went ahead and changed her. If you want to dress her I’ll make breakfast.”

Eddie gave you a quick salute as you went to the kitchen, leaving him and your mini me to get ready for the day. It took a lot of wrestling but he was able to get the little one dressed, including hair done, and looking presentable for the day.

Fixing her up in her highchair, Eddie sat at the small kitchen table and breathed a sigh of relief. You shook your head at his theatrics, setting breakfast down for the both of them.

“Hey, I was thinking,” Eddie said, spooning some applesauce into Autumn’s mouth. “After we eat, why don’t I follow you to the pharmacy and we can pick you up a Plan B?”

You quirk an eyebrow in amusement. “You have Plan B money this time?”

“Ha ha,” Eddie laughs dryly at your reference to the last time you had sex, the both of you freaking out over having no money. Thankfully Eddie was able to get a good job at Hawkins Auto Body when you got pregnant. He makes pretty good money now considering he was able to get his own trailer. Money is still tight, but he can manage.

“Fine, better eat up then, or else you’re gonna have two mouths to feed instead of one.”

Eddie looks at your daughter, spitting image of him, besides your nose, and smiles. Maybe now isn’t the right time, but…maybe one day.

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Perfect (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader pt 7)

The chapter we've all been waiting forrrr! 🤗 I won't lie to you, I'm slightly terrified to post this chapter, but you all are so kind. I hope this is everything you wanted it to be! 🫶

Benny X Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.8k (woah, got a little carried away)

Summary- You've lived your whole life according to what everyone else wanted you to be. Tonight would be the first night of your new life -- one where you decided who you were.

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You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments in an attempt to calm your quickened pulse. You had spent the whole rest of the day yesterday thinking about nothing but your future. What was set in stone and what was up to you. You knew what you didn’t want, that much was clear to you now. But could it be possible to have what you wanted when you weren’t even sure if that was what you were?

By the time you had dressed and made your way downstairs for breakfast, you felt as though you were being torn in two. One side was what your head told you to do, the more sensical side. And the other was what your heart wanted to do, the more exciting side. You entered the kitchen where your mother stood at the stove, her hair still in rollers and an apron tied around her waist as she prepared breakfast. 

“Morning, Mama,” you greeted quietly as you approached her to help. Cooking breakfast was your usual routine with your mother, a time spent with secretive giggles and never-ending stories. It was a time where the two of you would be uninterrupted, consumed by only each other in your own world. A place where you would complain to her about your boy troubles at school or how the popular girls were mean to you that day. And as you grew older, and things like high school drama no longer seemed to matter, it became a place where you could talk to her about her life. Where she would tell you how to be mindful of the world around you as she taught you to make poached eggs. A place where she had mentioned numerous times how happy she was because of her family, because of you.  A safe place – home. 

“Morning, honey,” she replied as she shot you her usual cheerful smile. “Coffee’s on the table.”

You thanked her as you poured yourself a cup. You put your apron on and began to help with the homemade pancake batter. You were so lost in the endless sea of thoughts that when your mother mentioned a familiar name, you nearly spilled the bowl of batter. 

“What?” you asked as you looked over at her. 

“I said Pete came by, asking for you,” she repeated as she did a double take at your crestfallen expression. 

“He did?” you inquired in a small voice. “Did he . . . say anything?”

“He asked if he could speak with you. He seemed real insistent,” she laughed. “I had to tell him you were in the shower to finally get him to leave.”

At your silence, she continued hesitantly, “How did your date go?”

You sighed, “It was . . . okay.”

“He seems like a real nice guy.” 

You nodded weakly, feeling oddly reluctant to tell her what had happened at the golf course, the anger in his eyes, the sudden volume in his voice as he slammed his hands against the car.

She lowered the spatula she was using to stir the scrambled eggs, and she turned to face you fully. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” 

You nodded again but when you glanced up at her, you could see the disbelief in her eyes. You could fool a lot of people, but your mother was never one of them. 

“What’s going on?” she prodded in that controlled mix of gentle firmness that only mothers can conjure. You were silent for several long beats, unsure of how to vocalize your feelings. 

“I don’t think I want to go out with Pete anymore, Mama,” You admitted softly and being able to speak those words aloud for the first time felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off your shoulders so you go on, “I don’t like the way he treats me compared to others. I can’t see myself being married to him.”

She fell quiet for a few agonizing moments, and you worry that you might have said too much. You avoided her gaze, looking down at the raw batter in front of you as you tried to figure out how you can fix what you’ve just said. 

But then, “Is there someone else you met?”

You looked back at her face, your heart sinking at the sight of her serious, unreadable expression and your mouth suddenly felt too dry to speak. You only nodded. 

She looked down at her pan of eggs for a moment. “Was it that blonde boy? The one with the motorcycle?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “How–?”

“I saw him drop you off last night,” she explained. “I was reading in my bedroom when I heard the engine pull up. And when I looked out the window, I saw the two of you standing there.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that Benny was not a secret of yours anymore. He was living in your reality now, a figure to receive the scutanty of your parents, of your neighbors, of your family. The thought left a pit to form in your gut. 

“Your father will never approve of that, (Y/N),” she said, firmly shooting down your outlandish hopes. “You know that.”

“I know. I just . . . ” you trail off with a sigh as you sink into one of the chairs at the small breakfast table in the kitchen. “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before, Mama. He’s fun and exciting. He just seems to understand me so perfectly. And the way he talks to me, the way he makes me feel about myself . . .”

Your mother abandoned her position at the stove to sit in the chair beside you. “That isn’t a practical choice, honey. It’s not going to guarantee you any stability for your future. I want you to have a good life, to live in a good house with a husband that has a good job. He isn’t that and who knows if he will ever be able to provide you with those things.”

You swallowed the painful lump forming in the back of your throat as you looked down at your lap, knowing that she’s right. 

Her hand slid across the table to grab yours tightly. “But I also saw the look on his face as he watched you walk up to the house. That look of pure devotion and love.” There were tears shining in her eyes as she struggled to speak. “And I realized I have never seen your father look at me the way that boy looked at you.” 

Your heart shattered at her admission, and you squeezed her hand tightly, stunned into silence. 

“All I want in life is for you to be happy. That’s all I want. Every time I see a shooting star or blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I make a wish for you to live a happy life.” She swallowed thickly as her eyes fluttered over your features. “I understand that your happiness might not look the same as mine, and that’s okay. Your father won’t approve of this, and you know how he gets. But I will always support you – always.”

“Oh, Mama,” your voice cracked as you stood quickly to wrap your mother in a tight hug. 

As you stood in the embrace of your mother’s arms, you realized it had been a long time since you had been consoled like this by her. And in this moment, you felt like a little girl again, still in need of your mother’s infinitely understanding advice and kind hugs. Muffled by her sweater, you whispered, “You make me happy, Mama.” 

“You make me happy too, my girl,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled back eventually, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you to choose the thing that will bring you happiness.”

You nodded and she reached out to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheeks as she said, “Now, help me finish breakfast before those eggs start to burn.”

“Yes, Mama,” you laughed, sniffing as you watched her move back to the stove, noticing the undeniable actions of her swiping at her own tears as she did. 

And now you stand, at the threshold of someplace you’d never expected to be, you’re nervous, but sure of yourself. Thunder rolled through the sky as a storm brewed in the distance, and you almost laughed at the realization that you had successfully outran the storm, a strangely comforting irony. Releasing your breath, you push open the door before you could give it another thought. 

The inside of the Vandals clubhouse is bustling with people, more than you had ever seen in one small place. Cigarette smoke filtered through the air, covering the environment in a haze. Loud voices, glass clinking, cue balls clacking against the pool tables all mix together with the music playing from the jukebox in the back. Overwhelmed, you stand in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning through the sea of bodies covered in the infamous Vandals colors. After a moment of hesitation and a brief thought of turning around and going back out the door you came in, you pushed on, sliding into the room like a boat into a river. Weaving your way through the packed bar, you passed a few tables where someone bumped into you as they stood from their seat. You apologized and tried to move by, but the unfamiliar man reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you off to, pretty little thing?” he asked, his voice slurring as he tried to grin at you but he must have been seeing double because his eyesight was staring at the spot over your right shoulder. Before you could respond, someone else from the table spoke up, his voice barely heard over the noise of the bar.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, his dark slicked back hair and clean shaven face familiar, but you couldn’t place his name. “You’re Benny’s girl.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words and you shrunk into yourself a bit, losing a bit of your already wavering confidence.

“It’s Wahoo,” he clarified as he too stood from his seat, moving to grab his drunk friend and pull him away from you. “Don’t let him bother you, he didn’t know who you were, was all.”

You nodded, grateful for his help. “Is Benny here?”

“Yeah, ’was over by the pool table in the back last I saw,” Wahoo responded as he pointed in the general direction. 

You tried to steady your pounding heart as you made your way to the back of the bar. Brushing into a temporarily clear path, that’s when your eyes found his tall, lean figure, that dirty blonde hair and wicked grin. Your steps faltered a bit. He hadn’t seen you yet, you could still turn around and go back to your ordinary life. But that wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were scared, but you were here anyway. You approached the table where you saw other faces you recognized (Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Zipco and a few others whose names you hadn’t committed to memory yet) but none of them were your primary focus. 

Gail was the first to notice you nearing, and she elbowed her husband to get his attention as she said something you couldn’t quite detect in the loudness of the bar. But her commotion with Brucie garnered Johnny’s interest as he two turned to look at you, a smile breaking out across his face. Benny turned from his sidestance, his eyes scanning over the crowd in an attempt to see what was so important to distract the players while the game continued. His eyes roved over your face for a fleeting second, continuing on before jumping back to you in a flustered doubletake. 

Then suddenly, you were on the other end of the pool table, directly across from Benny who looked at you as though you were an apparition. You leaned your hands to rest against the pool table, trying to look more confident than you were as you felt the eyes of every person near the pool table on you. 

“Bunny?” Benny asked, almost speechless as he handed his pool stick off to Zipco. He rounded the table to be closer to you as he continued. “What–what are you doin’ here?” 

“I came to speak with you,” you respond, eyes glancing at the others around the table before landing on him again. “To ask you something.”

He got the hint loud and clear. “C’mon,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you through the room to the backdoor where he pushed it open and motioned for you to go first. 

It had already begun to rain lightly, tiny droplets hitting the concrete with a gentle pitter patter. The coolness of the outside air surrounded you in a pleasant way compared to the atmosphere inside. There were a few bikers out back smoking and talking, but Benny didn’t seem to mind their presence as he led you down the way, keeping under the dry safety of the overhang. 

“Is it always that busy?” you ask when you both stopped. With your back against the brick wall and Benny standing just in front of you, the overhang didn’t offer much room from the rain. But that didn’t seem to bother him either as his eyes were locked onto you despite the roof runoff hitting his jacket. 

“No.” He shook his head. “There was a convention in town today and most of those guys in there are from Columbus. I’m sure that’s pretty overwhelming for you.” 

Your heart fluttered at his gentle squeeze of your hand and you were acutely aware that he hadn’t let you go since pulling you along out here. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Did you walk here?” he asked, and thunder rumbled somewhere behind him.

“No, I rode my bicycle,” you replied. “Bike, I should say, makes me sound cool like you guys.”

“You’re way cooler than me, Bunny,” he said, his voice low as he wore a lopsided smile.

You couldn’t help but mirror his expression as you looked up at him, realizing just how close the two of you were. The scent of his cologne tickled your nose in a way that sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. It was almost unfair, you realized, that he was so effortlessly attractive – he looked good, he sounded good, he smelled good – and you don’t think he even knew the effect he had on you. And he had the audacity to look at you like you were the gem. 

“What?” he asked after your beat of silence, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you blurted out the question that had been burning inside you the entire ride here. “Do you want to go to California with me?”

“Right now?” 

“No.” You tried to cover your giggle. “I mean, some day. I do want to go. Remember when we talked about it?”

“I remember.”

Benny’s unwavering gaze caused your heart rate to speed up but you trudged on, “I’ve always thought it wasn’t a practical dream, that somehow it couldn’t be me who walked down the beach because I'd been too busy with school and then school became work and work would become marriage and keeping house.” Your carefully rehearsed speech began to fragment as you spilled your jumbled thoughts. “But I realized that is so silly because it’s my life, and I–I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. And I want to go to California to see the Pacific Ocean, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.  So . . . what do you say?”

He stepped closer to you, his face just inches from yours, his voice incredibly gentle as he said, “I think I'd go just about anywhere you asked me to, Bunny. But are you sure it’s me who you’re wantin’ here?”

Your brow furrowed slightly at his response. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m not the kind of guy girls like you fall for. I’m the exact opposite.” His free hand reached out and brushed a tendril of your hair behind your ear as his voice dropped an octave. “But when I'm with you . . . I feel like I could do better. Like maybe I could be better. Not perfect, but something closer to worthy.”

“I’ve been perfect my whole life. Perfect grades, perfect smile, a perfectly quiet doll on the shelf.” You look at the biker standing before you. The exact opposite of what you’ve been surrounded by your entire life. The exact person you’ve been told to stay away from. But there were things that you noticed about him now that you hadn’t when you first saw him at the picnic. Those hands, calloused and scarred from years of fighting, were holding your own gently as if you were made of glass. That mouth, capable of verbally hurting just about anyone who got in his way, only ever spoke softly to you. Those eyes which have undoubtedly seen their fair share of the worst of humanity, gaze at you as if you were the moon. This man, the excitement you feel you’ve been unknowingly waiting for your whole life. You stepped closer to him, your noses brushing together softly as you whispered, “I don’t think I want perfect anymore.”

“What do you want, Bunny?” he asked, an unmistakable vulnerability in his raw voice. 

Your answer to him in nonverbal as you closed the gap between you, lips pressing against his softly. The world seemed to pause as you gently kissed Benny, your heart pounding in your chest. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as you both seemed to test the waters of something new and uncharted. Overcome by your overthinking, you began to draw back, but Benny’s palm cupped the side of your face, pulling you back to him with a more meaningful kiss. His lips were warm and rough, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand held yours early as he deepened the kiss with a sense of urgency that sent a wave of heat to fill your core. His hand moved to protect the back of your head as he backed you up to the cool brick of the wall behind you. 

Benny’s mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t used to feeling. He had been careful, so careful, to keep his distance, to remind himself that a girl like you would never be with a man like him. He had hoped, prayed, that you might return even an ounce of his feelings for you, but he had to be realistic. You were a beautiful dream, so far out of his reach. But now with your lips on his, your fragile hands clutching the fabric of his jacket, he couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You were breaking down every wall he had built, showing him that just maybe, he was worth more than he believed. 

He had never kissed anyone like this before – with a mix of tenderness and passion that made his heart ache in a way that both terrified and galvanized him. He moved his hand down your side, gripping your hip tightly. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this moment to end. Because in this kiss, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

He’d spent so long believing he wasn’t good enough– that his life was too rough, too messy for someone like you. But in this moment, as your breath mingled with his own and your heartbeat racing against his chest, he started to believe, even just a little, that he could be the man you saw in him. That he could be worthy of this, of you. 

Your lips parted slightly, and Benny took the invitation, kissing you with a newfound fervor, pouring all his sentiments into it – the longing, the fear, the hope. The connection between you felt electric, and for the first time in a long time, Benny didn’t feel lost. He felt found. Found by you, found by this moment. 

This is real, he thought almost in disbelief, She chose me. He could hardly comprehend it, but the evidence was right there in the way that you kissed him back with equal intensity, the way you clung to him as if he was the only thing grounding you. His lungs burned and he had to pull back, but he kept his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek. I don’t deserve her, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, but for the first time, another voice – a stronger one– countered, Maybe I could someday. 

He opened his eyes, seeing the softness in your gaze, the way your parted lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. It hit him then, like a bolt of lightning. He wanted to be better, not just for himself, but for you. Because you deserved more than just a rough-edged biker, you deserved the world. And if you’d let him, Benny was determined to give it to you. 

“Was–was that okay?” you asked breathlessly, unsure if you’d done it right, but hoping he had felt what you couldn’t put into words. 

His eyes softened even more as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It was more than okay, Bunny.”

Your smile grew, a little more confident now, despite the heat tinging your cheeks. Suddenly the backdoor squeaked open and Brucie poked his head out the doorway. 

“Benny, you’re up to shoot, kid,” he said and must have seen the closeness of your bodies, the way Benny still held onto your waist because he smirked smugly. 

Benny didn’t even glance over. “Tell ‘em to hold my spot.”

“Pool?” you asked, tugging on his jacket lightly as Brucie disappeared back inside. 

Benny nodded, grinning lazily down at you. “Yeah, you ever played?”

You shook your head, feeling a little shy. “No, never. But . . . I’d like to try.”

He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You want me to teach you?”

You nodded, this time with more certainty. “I think I’d like that.”

He took your hand, leading you back inside as the rain continued to pour around you. As he lead you back into the bar, the noise and constant chatter engulfing you once again, you felt reassured by the steady warmth of his hand in yours. And he didn't let go of your hand even when you got to the table. A few members cheered and teased Benny, but he only smiled and shook his head, his focus on you, instead. He stood behind you, positioning you gently. 

“Here’s the thing,” he murmured, his voice low and just for you. “You don’t have to know everything right away. Sometimes it’s about the journey, not just the win.”

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile, your faces only inches apart. “I think I’m ready for the journey.”

Benny’s gaze gentled. “So am I, Bunny. So am I.”

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[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now. 

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing. 

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote. 

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased. 

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed. 

No wonder she dressed me up this way. 

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place. 

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled. 

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded. 

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when… 

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change. 

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin. 

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer. 

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down. 

I already hated her. 

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed. 

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me. 

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed. 

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed. 

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes. 

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.  

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert. 

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him. 

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly. 

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face. 

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed. 

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of. 

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that. 

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed. 

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest. 

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged. 

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face. 

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler. 

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed. 

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.  

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang. 

He had to have been lying right? 

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained. 

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head. 

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other. 

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache. 

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined. 

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle. 

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted. 

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room. 

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it. 

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave. 

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner. 

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen. 

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that. 

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment. 

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?” 

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.  

Did she not know what she was pushed into? 

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind. 

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask. 

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous. 

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy. 

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said. 

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm. 

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me. 

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had. 

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you’re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur… 

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid. 

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down. 

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap. 

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant. 

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed. 

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded. 

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded. 

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly. 

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” 

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[s-coquette]

Three’s a Crowd (2/2)

summary: Your loving boyfriend Johnny is trying to force Simon into your relationship without your consent.

warnings: slight dubcon/noncon, piv sex, anal sex, angst?? coercion

word count: 3.8k

part one

The feeling of those same honeyed brown eyes staring at you was unnerving. They were beautiful, like hot freshly brewed coffee swirling in your mug. In any other situation you would’ve complimented them, but right now you wanted to rip them out of his head.

“Simon! Hello… What are you doing here?”

You say with a forced smile, almost gritting your teeth in annoyance. Any time you heard his name you thought about what Johnny made you say while climaxing, maybe that was his cruel way of making you get used to the thought of him?

His brooding form stood in front of you at your doorway, intimidating you in your own apartment.

“Jus’ came in t’ see my boy.”

Your forced smile dropped the second he uttered those words, his boy? It almost made you want to scoff. You could see the smirk tug beneath his black mask, the bastard was enjoying making you jealous.

As you opened your mouth to rudely shoo him away and lie that Johnny was out,

“Hen.. Why are y’ out of bed-“

Johnnys tired voice came from behind you, turning around and finding him in only his briefs. You tried to shoo him away and tell him to get dressed but nothing went through his sleepy head.

“Who is tha- Simon? Steamin’ Jesus! I ken’ you’d come by.”

You were unceremoniously shoved out of the doorway while your boyfriend chatted with the big bastard. Throwing your hands up in defeat you retreated to the bedroom to sulk and get dressed to go to the store, like you and Johnny had planned the night before.

Throwing on one of Johnnys gray hoodies and a simple pair of black leggings, you sifted through the sheets to find your lost phone. Scowling when you heard your boyfriends loud laughs, wanting to rip your hair out when he invited Simon inside.

The bedroom door slamming open startled you, turning around to find Johnny grinning like he won a prize, still in his underwear.

“Woah, bun. What’s the hurry? Where ya off to? We have a guest.”

His innocent tone made you want to scream. You watched him as he rifled through the closet to find some sweatpants and a shirt.

“I’m going to the store, like we planned out yesterday.”

Your cold response made his face fall like a sad puppy. Snatching your phone finally after finding it beneath your pillow.

“No you aren’t.”

The suddenly dark tone of his voice made you stiff, it made you realise even though he acted like a soft ball of sunshine that he was in fact a grown man who had years of military experience and trauma.

“Wh- I am, we don’t have anything in the fridge and we’re running low on coffee.”

You now turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed as his face looked grim, you never witnessed that expression on him and it made chills run down your spine.

“Bonnie, we have a guest. It’s rude to leave when he’s just come by.”

“I don’t care, Johnny. He’s not my friend, I have nothing to do with him.”

That seemed to set him off more, his giant hand grabbed your wrist and tugged you along with him.

“Wait- Stop- Johnny.”

All your resistance was met with a harsh tug, a warning. You were thrown into the living room like a deer in headlights, staring at the man occupying your apartment.

Simon made himself comfortable, arms resting on the headrest of the couch, thick thighs that were probably 2x bigger than yours spread out.

The scowl on your face appeared again and you bawled your fists. Johnny ushered you to sit down next to Simon but you chose the farthest point from him.

Your boyfriend just tossed you a look and sat down next to ghost, almost hugging him.

“Wha’s got your panties in a twist, kitty?”

The loud cocky sound of his deep accented voice rumbled through you. If you didn’t hate his guts you would’ve found it attractive.

You twisted your hoodie in your hands in annoyance and mumbled out a small,

“You.”

You could sense the smirk under that damn black mask, wanting to rip it off and choke him with it.

“Bonnie! I don’t understand what’s gotten into you? What did Simon do to deserve you acting like that?”

That was your breaking point. You felt like a small child being scolded for something it didn’t do.

“You wanna know what’s gotten into me? You constantly talking about Simon! Simon this, Simon that, oh, let’s go out with him! Oh, I invited him over! Every single day it’s all about Simon! Why don’t you just dump me and be with him if you love him so fucking much since i think you’d rather fuck him than me!”

The tears stinging your eyes and the humiliation and embarrassment from your monologue making your chest heave.

Johnny looked dumbfounded while Simon just stared at you, stoic as always, but his fists were now closed.

You took that as your queue to leave.

“Wha-!”

A strong hand grabbed your wrist when you got up, pulling you down into a warm lap. Johnny held you close to him while you tried to fight the frown on your face, eyes bleary with tears.

“Hen….”

“Stop it-“

You pushed at his chest, his hands smoothed down your hair as you hiccuped on your sobs.

“Y- You come in here- call him your boy, hug him like he’s- he’s your boyfriend-“

You inhale loudly and try to wipe at your face to argue like a woman.

“You’re all- he talks about, it’s like he’s- he’s fucking in love with you! You don’t know how much that hurts me.”

Your sniffles interrupting every word.

“I jus’ wanted t’ go to the store with my boyfriend!”

You tried to continue but a giant hand cupped your cheeks and squished them together, wetting his fingers in your tears.

Your weak attempts to slap his hand away were shushed.

“Cute little thing.”

All of the emotions you just poured out and the things that have been stressing you for MONTHS, were ‘cute’. You wanted to scream. Run out of the apartment and go back to your family’s house.

Instead, your sobs got worse and you just wept while he menacingly squished your cheeks.

“Oh, hen… That’s what I’ve been trying to tell ye.”

So he didn’t love you anymore? He was fucking Simon? He wanted to break up? The thought that you’ve been in a relationship with a man who doesn’t love you back made you whimper out of emotions running through you.

“You- You-You,”

Couldn’t even articulate yourself without loud gasps in between.

“Don’ love me anymore-“

Warm hands soothed up and down your body as he brought you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Nonono.. Tha’s not it. I love you, so much. It hurts how much I love you. But I also love Simon.”

So your boyfriend wanted to replace you? Perfect.

“I don’t understand..”

Your confused face with crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks was enough to make Simon coo.

“I love you, and I love Simon. Simon loves me, but you don’t like him. This isnt going to work if we don’t all get a long.”

That made you push at his chest, was he crazy? He wanted to be in a relationship with both of you at the same time?

“Shhh, I ken’, hen, I ken’ that it’s selfish of me to want both of ya’. But Simon wanted to try it out. Simon is willing if you are too. That is.. If you love me. I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

You sniffled and tried to wipe at your face.

“I don’ like Simon…”

“Y’ will, bun.”

Too burned out to argue you just sobbed into his chest, every time you tried to get up you’d be forcefully shoved back. Once your cries morphed into little sniffles he loosened his grip on you. You wrenched yourself out of his grasp and got on wobbly feet, barely carrying yourself to the bedroom where you slammed the door behind.

Pulling out your phone, trying to text anyone and everyone if they had some place for you to stay over, just until you could find a new apartment.

You pulled out your old backpack and started throwing in random clothes while wiping the tears that were threatening to spill again.

You wanted to slap yourself when you remembered your laptop was in the living room.

Begrudgingly stepping out of your once shared bedroom, you make your way through the hallway and into the living room. The thing you set your eyes on making you want to claw them out.

There he was, your ‘boyfriend’, embraced in Simon’s arms. By the looks of it he was pretty shaken by what had happened, rubbing his face while mumbling something to the other.

Letting out a forced cough to make your presence known made his head snap right to you, were you going to forgive him? Give him a chance at the new ‘addition’?

Staring at the coffee table, you went straight for it. Ignoring anything he wanted to say and grabbing your laptop.

His eyebrows shot up when he realised you had slung a backpack over your shoulder. He frantically tried to persuade you, trying to get up only to fail with Simon’s strong grip on him.

Simon grabbed your forearm and threw you into them, letting out a pained yelp when your back landed on his shoulder and Johnny’s elbow.

“Stop it! You big fucking bastard! You took my boyfriend and now what do you want from me!”

You screamed at him, only to be met with a large hand cupping your mouth.

“You talk a lot of someone so small.”

The malice in his voice made you stiff, his gaze was piercing.

“I don’t care If you like me or not. I want Johnny to be happy, if he wants you to stay you’re gonna stay.”

His tone made it sound like a threat, it probably was. You nodded, unable to breathe under his hot hand.

Letting out loud gasp once he let you go, trying to scramble into Johnny’s lap.

“Look, bonnie. Simon is going to be staying with us for a while. He’s lonely at home, no one to look forward to when he wakes up, I just couldn’t let him suffer like that.”

You stared at Johnny, feeling betrayed.

“Johnny. Were you fucking him while we were together?”

The guilty look on his face was enough for you. Struggling to wrench yourself out of their grasp, Simon only locked his arms around you and made you face Johnny.

“Hen, we are still together. And yes, it was at the beginning of our relationship. I just- We’ve had emotions for each other ever since our time in the task force. We couldn’t, it was unprofessional and we’d probably get fired. Then after we got discharged we kind of lost contact, we only started talking at the beginning of our relationship, hence why um, we had sex.”

You stared at him like he was out of his mind, which he rightfully was.

“Then why the fuck are you forcing me to stay?”

“Because i love y’ too! Can’t you get it?”

The both of you were heaving with emotion, Simon just watching, the same stoic look in his eyes.

“I think that’s enough arguing. Why won’t the little lady go and brew us a cuppa so we can settle down a little’.”

“Like hell i wil-“

The death stare he gave you was enough to get you on your feet and moving to the kitchen.

You threw around the mugs, purposely clanking loudly with the spoon and furrowing your eyebrows when you realised that there was only enough left for two cups.

You sighed and made it anyway, one in Johnny’s favourite mug and one in the ratty old one you and your boyfriend avoided using.

The sight of Simon comforting Johnny and lightly caressing his mohawk just like you used to made you slam the coffee down onto the table and take a seat on the pillow next to it where you usually lounged on your laptop.

“Oh, bun-“

“Shut up.”

A frown tugged at his lips, his favourite girl hated him now.

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The nights were the worst. Laying in bed with the two big lugs, listening to them talk like they’d just gotten married.

Your back turned to them, you’d listen to the breathy moans, the same ones Johnny used to let out with you, while they kissed passionately.

Sometimes it made you jealous that you hadn’t joined them, but your pride made you deny that.

And they did, they’d ask you countless times if you wanted to cuddle with them, kiss them, have sex with them, it all resulted in a harsh no.

Johnny took that the worst, he couldn’t continue if he saw you laying down with a pillow over your head to block out the sound of them, back turned.

The most you’d get close to them was cuddling up to Johnny for warmth. It made him happy but it also made him sad that you weren’t seeking out Simon. It was also starting to have an effect on him, he knew Johnny loved you with all of his might, and seeing Johnny so depressed over you made his heart scrunch in his chest.

One night, when you were feeling particularly depressed in your trapped state, you felt Johnny spoon you. The weight of his back and his arms around you relaxed you, made you think of the times you weren’t a prisoner in your own home.

Then you felt another pair of arms around you, Simon’s. It made you recoil, trying to wiggle out.

“Stop it- Stop it, hen! When will you accept him?”

That question made tears sting in your eyes, he thought you were going to accept him no matter what.

Johnny just sighed and pushed you against him, hovering his nose against your neck, leaving small kisses and nips like he used to. His hand wandered down, slowly, cautiously into your waistband, slipping his pinky in to test the waters before pushing his whole hand in.

You let out a gasp when he cupped your mound, his hips jerking into your yours to make you hump his hand.

“I told Simon about the time I got you to moan his name,”

That made you flush, you tried telling him to stop but he continued anyway.

“We fucked that night and i was telling im’ all about you.”

You let out a whimper, his fingers now moving to do harsh circles of your clit.

“Told im’ about your slutty little moans while he was fucking my ass. Got him off to the thought of you, hen. Made him imagine he was fucking you instead of me. Gotta return the favour, right?”

God, this man is going to drive you crazy.

He suddenly flipped you on your back, you expected to meet the softness of your bed instead you got pushed into a wall of muscle.

Trying to squirm away was no good, they only just manhandled you to stay, pushing all of your clothes off and leaving you bare between them.

Simon’s giant paws grabbed at your tits, kneading them in his warm calloused hands.

“H’ told me about these cute little tits,”

Swirling your nipples between his rough fingers before pinching them, making you yelp and jump in his hold.

“Shhh, hold on, bun. We’re going to make this work.”

His words made your eyes fill with tears.

“I want Johnny…”

“Awh, I’m here, baby. It’s alright.”

The way he talked down on you while you were being groped by another man made you sob.

“Fussy little thing, just need some extra love-“

Simon grunted before forcefully pushing his thick fingers into your cunt.

“Gotta stretch her out nice and wide, haven’t had anything in er’ in a while, huh?”

The way he was talking to you made you uncomfortably horny. You hated to admit it.

You were slowly falling into a headspace, you tried to fight it with all you could, but being surrounded by these two giant men who were talking down to you made you feel small and broken.

Johnny immediately noticed, pushing his palm against your cheek and giving you the first passionate kiss you two had shared in so long.

You let out a whine when Simon grabbed him by his mohawk, pushing him up and making him slobber all over his mask, leaving a wet patch behind.

You frowned at the sight, turning your gaze away, trying to focus on the fingers stuffed in your needy pussy.

“Jealous little lady,”

That made you whine, too strung out to form words.

“It’s okay, hen. I love y’ just as much.”

The words didn’t help, you pushed against his chest, trying to get away.

“Attention whore, that’s what she is.”

You sniffle at the harshness of his statements. His movements speed up, the slick sounds of your cunt spread out through the room. You grinded up into the stimulation, too close to your climax.

“Ah ah ah- Not so fast.”

An annoyed grunt left you, you were so soft and pliable once you got pleasure, it was so easy to mold your mind.

“Now, kitty. Johnny here is gonna fuck this tight cunt-“

Followed by a quick little smack to your sensitive parts that was surprising more than anything.

You felt his breath in your ear once he continued.

“And i’m gonna fuck his cute little ass.”

You whined and pushed at him, not wanting to see your boyfriend get fucked by another man. It only resulted in a grin and the feeling of him getting up from behind you.

You felt tears bubble up again as you tried to push him back behind you, but he was too strong for you to make an impact.

Johnnys eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you getting so distraught,

“Is’ alright, baby, I want him to,”

You just shook your head and bit your lip, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling his head under your chin.

“Fuck!”

You jumped when you heard Johnny moan out, looking straight ahead and seeing Simon shoving his fingers mercilessly into him.

You felt something sliding against your cunt and let out a yelp when you felt a bulbous tip circle your opening.

Johnny only raised his head to look at you with a grin. That’s when you felt him slowly slide in, a loud moan escaping him, after being denied of you for so long.

Simon took that as the queue to slide in too, letting out a grunt and grabbing onto Johnnys hips.

“Gonna let me fuck you, bonnie?”

You shook your head again, voice too weak to use your words. Johnny panted above you, a fucked out look in his eyes as his arms rested on either side of your head.

You both jerked up when Simon made the first move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. Johnny, vocal as he always was, letting out little whines and pants.

“St-St-ah,”

Your protests were cut out by Johnny’s rough thrusts, sending your body up and down on the bed.

“I think the little lady likes watchin’ you get fucked,”

Simon teased, doing a particularly rough thrust, making both you and Johnny moan.

“Nooo-“

You whined, eyes screwing shut.

Simon’s hand reached down and gripped your cheeks harshly,

“Look me right in the eyes while I fuck him or I won’t let you cum.”

You wanted to protest but you were met with a warning tap to the cheek, a few droplets surrounded the corners of your eyes before they got gently wiped by the scot.

They continued roughly plowing at the same pace, the way they were coordinated kind of made you impressed.

Johnny reached down and circled your clit with quick strokes, eyebrows furrowing and thrusts getting needier.

“Cmon- Cmon, hen, come, come for us.”

You stared at those same honey brown eyes and let out a loud whimper, your climax so close to tipping over.

A loud smack snapped you out of it, Simon slapping Johnny’s ass, which made him let out a whorish moan. The sounds he was making were fuelling your end.

He sped up his ministrations on your clit, his thumb circling the swollen bud so roughly you couldn’t even think.

Your bleary eyes almost crossed as you looked at Simon, the wall of muscle that his was. His chest was speckled with light blonde hairs and thousands of scars, his happy trail prominent.

You felt your legs shake as you felt the intense build up, cresting over into a loud moan, arching your back and cumming onto Johnnys cock.

“Good girl, thaas’ it.”

You heard Simon throw in his praise, it strangely making your head tingle. Johnny didn’t let up, letting out even louder moans while fucking your overstimulated pussy. The whines you let out for him to stop, that it was too much, were left out in the wind.

“Cmon, pup, cum, cum for me.”

Simon commanded, and it’s as if Johnnys body followed all of his orders, he did. Letting out a groan and pushing his head into your chest for comfort, spilling his warm seed into your used cunt.

Simon followed soon after, sticking himself to the hilt and grunting.

You let out a whimper, tears collecting in your eyes when Johnny just pulled out and left you with Simon.

A yelp leaving your mouth when the bigger man picked you up and laid you down on his chest, a hand caressing through your hair and calming down your breathing.

“I wan- Where’s Johnny-“

“Sush.”

You whined and rubbed at your face, too deep into it that your mind felt blank. You tried to push at his strong chest, hands too weak to do anything but rest at it.

“I don’ like you..”

“I know, sweetheart.”

When you looked up at him it was the first time his eyes weren’t cold, they were softer, like he was trying to comfort you.

You let out a sob and dug your nails into his chest to ground yourself. He let you.

You were still sobbing by the time Johnny came out of the bathroom, a towel in hand with a bottle of water he picked up on his way back.

“Oh, sweetie..”

He cleaned you up gently and gave you some water, not trusting you to hold the bottle yourself, before handing it to Simon for him to have a drink too.

You heaved, trying to articulate your emotions.

“Johnny-“

Was all that left you, you reached your arms for him weakly, and he pitied you and grabbed you. He laid you down between the two of them to your protest and hushed you.

And there you fell asleep, fucked out and too emotional to argue again.

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leon s kennedy x fem! reader, mentioned carlos oliveira fem! reader summary: After an argument with your boyfriend, you found yourself at a familiar nightclub meeting a familiar face. tags: smut, dom!leon, cheating, mild angst ?, semi-public, against the wall, toxic relationship, possessive! leon, +18 ! word count: 3.8k ? a/n: i originally posted this a while back for ao3, thought why not tumblr too ! mind the tags, mdni ! pls enjoy, feedback is much appreciated ily all !

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[ You have 3 missed calls ]

You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn’t be here. But one dumb argument with Carlos (about God knows what) had sent you crawling back here. In this loud and obnoxious club, sitting by yourself at the bar half way through your fourth rum coke of the night. The mixture was smooth, giving your head a temporary floaty feeling that you loved so much. 

The bass of the music vibrated through your body as your eyes slowly averted to the gray flip phone you had turned off just before you arrived. How many times has Carlos called and texted you since you left the apartment? He didn’t have a clue where you were right now. He knew to give you space after a fight like this anyway but he was probably still so worried about you. Carlos was too good for you. You knew that. You loved him a lot. He took such good care of you. He would always stop by your apartment after a long night shift or surprise you at work during one of his breaks. He was always there for you. 

You hated how much he cared because you knew deep down you didn’t really deserve it. Didn’t deserve him.

You sighed as you finished the last few sips of the coconut concoction as a fifth drink slid in your direction. The bartender, Bret, along with the other employees at Heaven’s Night, knew you very well. 

You couldn’t count how many times you spent hours a night here before you met Carlos. How many times you’ve been here with him . You remembered the times he would lead you to the dance floor, how his strong dry callused hands would find your hips to guide you to match the rhythm of the music’s beat. He would always have to lean down to your ear to tease you about how you could never find the beat before his hands would pull you back to him.

“C’mon baby..” His voice would start. “You must’ve forgotten how to use those hips how I like. Here let me remind you.. Uh huh.. Just like that. That’s my girl.”

You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you were last together. You’ve tried texting him. Calling him, desperately hoping and wishing he would reply. He never did. 

It was so pathetic. You were so pathetic. 

You should go back home. Call Carlos back, tell him you’re sorry for how you acted.

Leave. Apologize. Leave. Apologize. Leave. Apologize. 

Your conscience repeated the words over and over as you finished your fourth and last drink, slipping Bret the cash to close out your tab for the night and muttering a low embarrassed ‘Thank you.’ Grabbing your purse and flipping open your phone, you started towards the exit. Thanking the voice in your head for nagging you to leave as a new wave of people began to pour into the nightclub. You kept your eyes to the screen of your phone, powering it on so you could call a cab or Carlos or both. 

Your body squeezed and pushed past the excited crowd going in the opposite direction of you. Almost as if you were fighting the strong waves of an ocean. You were annoyed, bumping shoulders hard enough you thought you would bruise. Your fingers clenched tightly around your phone, trying to press the numbers for a ride when someone bumps into you extra hard. Fed up, your head snapped back.

“Hey! Watch it, asshole!”

“Woah, woah. Easy sweetheart.” An all too familiar voice from beside you said with a light chuckle. 

Your body froze. The blaring music drowned out in your ears. You felt breathless, like you were drowning. Your head and your heart ached. (Maybe four drinks tonight pushed it just a tad bit.) 

“I… Leon?” was all your mouth could muster out. A few more people had pushed past you. You two were kind of in the way now staring at each other like past lovers from a shitty romance movie.

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t real. You were drunk. You were seeing things. You were desperate to believe anything because there was no way he, Leon S. Kennedy, was standing right next to you at Heaven’s Night. Your special place.

“It’s been a while, huh? Were you headed out? Think you have some time to talk ?”

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‘Time to talk’ has never meant just talk to Leon. He knew that. You knew that. But there you were following behind him to the club’s back exit, staring at the back of his slightly wrinkled navy blue dress shirt. He was always shit at ironing his shirts properly. You smirk to yourself, recalling one morning where you had to help him iron out his shirt and pants because he was running late for work and thought just throwing on clothes would look just as nice. It didn’t. 

You hugged yourself as the two of you stepped outside. The night air was so chilly against your skin. The one time you forget to bring a jacket or sweater with you.

Small puddles were spread across the dark soaked pavement, reflecting the dim yellow outdoor lights. You figured it must have rained earlier, being inside a club drowned out most of the sounds from the outside world. God forbid a zombie outbreak happened, club goers wouldn’t have a clue what horrors would await them.

With his foot, Leon slid a rock to prop the back door open just a crack. Your eyes scanned over him carefully. He, for the most part, still looked the same. His arms looked more muscular than you remembered. His jaw seemed more defined than before as well. Did he grow out his hair a bit too? Your mind couldn’t remember it too well as every meet up with Leon resulted in your face pressed into his sheets or his couch or the wall turning your mind into mush ,unable to think or form coherent words.

You kept staring at him as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. You began to open your mouth to ask why exactly he had loose cigarettes just hanging in his pocket like that but then his blue eyes looked over at you.

“Still smoking, Kennedy?” You questioned him with a slight frown on your face, leaning back against the brick wall. 

“Hm.” He shrugged, the cigarette hanging from his between lips as he tried to light it before putting the lighter back into his pocket. Leon knew how much you hated the smell, how much you hated smoking in general. Even if he did look hot as hell blowing a cloud of smoke away from you. Leon started to walk towards you but you quickly stopped him with your words.

“I’ve met someone,y’know? Dating someone.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You expected that nonchalant response from him. You nearly wished he reacted differently. Maybe showed some hint of jealousy. It’s not like the two of you ever dated. You fucked a lot but never had a relationship past fuck friends. You did like him you guess. You were sure he liked you too, but you both agreed it wouldn’t work because of Leon’s work.  He disappeared a lot (for work as he would tell you). For days, weeks and even months. Never this long though. You were sure he was dead or relocated to who fucking knows where. He never told you what he did for work specifically. Some vague shit about the government or something. You even joked to yourself one time he was the President’s lapdog and he was off to rescue his daughter in some country far away.

“His name is Carlos.” you told him.

“Hm.”

“He’s a cop.”

“I was a cop.”

“Leon.” You huffed, “You said you wanted to talk. I’m trying to talk. I haven’t seen you.. I haven’t heard from you in two  fucking years. I thought.. Fuck, I thought you were fucking dead or something. You never answer my calls or texts. And now that I’ve finally moved on, you’re suddenly back? I.. I don’t get you.”

“I’ve been busy with work. You know how it is.”

“Yeah. Right. Work .” You scoffed, looking down to your phone again. “You still could’ve texted back. A simple ‘Hey! I’m not dead btw.’ woulda been nice.” You checked the call history in your phone, searching for the number of the taxi service.

[ You have 7 missed calls. ]

Great. Now you were a hypocrite.

“So where’s this cop boyfriend of yours? He know where you are?” Leon’s voice nearly sounded mocking.

“No.” You didn’t mean to answer that, especially not that quickly. “Got into an argument. I’m probably in the wrong.”

“Huh.” Now it was Leon’s turn to scoff. “Must’ve been real bad if you crawled to this hellhole. Our hellhole.” 

You cracked a small smile, relieved your face was mostly hidden from him. You didn’t want to not give him the satisfaction. 

You shook your head. 

“Still corny as ever, Kennedy. Nice knowing you’re the same guy from all those years ago.” 

You lifted your head to watch Leon getting closer to you again. This time you didn’t say anything to stop him as he had you completely backed against the brick wall. The strong scent of his cologne was almost enough to mask the smell of cigarettes. 

Almost.

“I missed you, y’know?” His voice was low, breathy. A toned arm over your head as the other kept the lit cigarette away from you. 

Your breath hitched as you inhaled attempting to calm the rapid rhythm that ached in your chest.

“Hm.. You sure don’t act like it.”

“Could always make it up to you. In that way that you like.”

You couldn’t shouldn’t do that to Carlos.

“Leon…”

“Yeah, yeah. Cop boyfriend whatever guy. He’s probably a good guy. Better than me anyway. Mostly.” He snickered, tossing the cigarette to the soaked pavement and extinguishing it under his foot. 

“I should go..” You told him.

“You probably should but that’s not what you want, is it, baby?” 

You bit down on your tongue. You didn’t answer his assumptions but the both of you knew he was right. 

Two years. It took you two years to finally let go of any thoughts of Leon. At the thought there was a possibility you two would be something more. 

It took you two years to stop laying in bed curled up in an old t-shirt of his that no matter how many times you washed, his scent continued to linger. 

It took you two years to get over Leon S. Kennedy and in the matter of 10 minutes, he unraveled all of that. 

“I hate you.” You quietly told him, eyes burning from the tears that threatened to leave them.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized. 

His free hand lifted your chin to make you look up at him. His thumb traced along your glossy lips that instinctively parted with a quiet inhale. He chuckled at how quickly you submitted to his actions. 

You were always such a good girl for him. 

Slowly your eyes closed. A calloused hand had slowly traced down your curves to rest possessively on your hip, yanking you close to him to fill the gap between you. His fingers gripped you tightly as if he wouldn't allow you to get away. Not when he finally had you again after all these years. 

Hungrily, Leon’s lips found yours. You always hated when he would kiss you after he smoked. You wished he would quit but you know that he wouldn’t and it was stupid of you to think that. 

Not nearly as stupid thinking you could move on with sweet, kind Carlos knowing that if he ever did return, Leon would always find his way back to you. Back into your mind, your heart. The part of you that you had sworn was missing for so long has now sewn its way back into you. You weren’t sure if you would be able to let him go again.

Rough fingers began to slip under your blouse. You shivered. His fingertips were fucking freezing against your warm belly.

“Fuck, Kennedy… Fingers cold..” You grumbled on his lips. You tried to pry his hand off, wiggling uncomfortably in his grip, but of course he was much stronger than you. Stronger than he was before he left. You felt him breathe out a chuckle.

“Hmm.. Sorry, baby. Warm me up, okay? Like you always do.” His fingers continued to tip toe up your smooth stomach, popping a couple buttons from underneath just careful enough to keep them intact.

“Le-on !” 

Leon took advantage of your parting lips to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your cheeks flushed, your hands moving from his wrist to slide up his arm and shoulder to his neck. The tips of your fingers grabbed a small bit of his hair, dirty blonde strands wrapping around them loosely. You felt him smirk cockily in the kiss which only slightly annoyed you.

His hand cupped your right tit, giving it a quick squeeze to make you hum. Fingers traced the lacy outline of your bra. Leon slightly growled. It’s been two years but he remembered that when you wore that bra, it meant you were also wearing that black lacy thong to match. 

You always knew how to drive Leon crazy even when you weren’t trying to. He couldn’t count on fingers how many nights he tore those same panties from your perfect legs. The times the fabric would be shoved into your pretty little mouth if you moaned too loudly in the hallway of your apartment building or his or the bathroom of this club. Those afternoons his fingers were pressed so hard against your cunt, you would hide the soaked thong in your purse after lunch breaks. Hoping, praying you wouldn’t have to make too many trips to the printer for your boss and colleagues.

The hand that once caressed your hip began to graze down between your plush thighs, a thumb lightly brushing against your sensitive aching mound. You tried to gasp but Leon kept your lips busy with his own. He barely touched you and you were already a mess. Your thighs closed around his hand but another light touch caused them to open just enough for Leon to palm your heat.

You were so fucking wet . Fuck !

Leon groaned. Oh fuck - he just wanted to take you right there and then. Bury his throbbing length so deep inside of you that you would croak out his name and forget that good cop (whatever the fuck his name was). 

But Leon couldn’t, not yet anyway. He had to take care of his good girl first. Make up for those two lousy years he was forced to spend from you. 

His palm pressed up against your clothed pussy. The pressure alone made your eyes flutter. You gripped his hair a bit tighter, the other hand pressed firmly on the wall behind you. Your hips rocked forward then pushed back then back forward again and back once more. You could hardly hear the friction of your fabric over your small pants and whimpers. Your head was fuck spinning, an intoxicating blend of your lust and tipsyness clouding your better judgement. 

At some point, you were looking up at Leon who was watching you with hooded eyes and a satisfied smirk. You flushed with embarrassment. Stupid cocky asshole.

Your hips slowed down for just a moment. Leon frowned for a moment. He slid his hand from your breast to press firmly against your belly, making you lean against the wall even more than you were before. Quickly, his palm rubbed your pussy hard enough that your vision dimmed and you cried out so beautifully. Like a fucking siren trying to lure him into your trap. 

“Fu..fu..” You tried so desperately to say the word. The heat in your stomach grew with each harsh rub. Your lips puckered. Curled up. Teeth biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan which displeased Leon. And his hand would pull back just to come back up with an unforgiving slap!  You would whine, he’d smile and right back on your cunt his hand would go to rub as he brought you closer and closer and closer to that sweet release you oh so desperately were chasing after.

You barely noticed how bunched up your skirt was up on your hips. The cold air of the city blew against your exposed thighs and you trembled again. You squeezed your eyes shut, moans croaking from your throat. Right there. Right there.

“Oh my God, Leon! I’m-”

Leon pulled his hand away at your announcement and you nearly fell to the pavement but Leon still had you trapped between him and the wall like some sort of fucked up sandwich. 

You looked up at him with eyes wet from tears, lips agape. Shocked. Disappointed. Confused. Angry.

“L-Leon, why would you-”

His lips were back on yours. You tilted your head back to melt in the possessive kiss. A finger hooked on your panties, yanking them down as much as he could get them. He let you wiggle your hips so they could drop to your ankles, now bounding your legs from moving too much. 

You were so fucking cute and sexy. Leon was going to devour you.

“...’round…” He muttered, barely allowing your lips to be apart more than a half inch.

“Huh?”

His hands were holding your hips now, squeezing so hard you were sure would leave marks to hide from Carlos.

“Fucking turn around.”

You whined. Leon gave you little time to react before he was turning you around away from him. Your cheek gently pressed on the cold brick wall. His eyes looked over you, savoring the curves of your frame with hunger. His thumbs pressed into the dips of your back for just a moment. 

You could hardly see what he was doing between the poorly lit alley and the fact your head movements were limited at the moment. He pressed himself into you, his head craning so his lips could pepper small pecks on your ear and side of your head.

“Le-” 

“I know, baby, fuck. I need you. I fucking need you.” He muttered in your ear. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his belt loosening, his zipper being pulled down.

“Need to be inside of you. Need to feel you fucking cum all over my cock.” The head of his cock was already coated in pre-cum. He swiped a thumb over the tip, making him let out a feral growl. He teased it against your waiting heat a few times, your legs trembling with anticipation. 

He wanted to tease you until you were begging for him to be inside but Leon couldn’t stand another second not being inside his baby girl.

Holding your hips with both of his hands, Leon lined his cock up with your entrance and slid it inside of you groaning your name and forcing you to cry his out in return. Leon didn’t let you settle or adjust to the girth of his cock. With how much he’s fucked you back then, it wasn’t necessary. 

Your eyes, again, rolled back. The velvety warm walls of your cunt clenched immediately around Leon, the warmth you felt in your lower abdomen flared up once more and when your eyes shut tightly, you swore you saw speckles of stars. Any lick of sense or morals you had before were fucked out your mind, leaving you just to focus on your messy orgasm.

“Fuuuuck.. Fucking good girl.. Mmf.. That’s a good fucking girl. Now make me feel good, baby. Fuck, fuck, just like that. Oh fuck.” Leon moaned through gritted teeth. 

His hand snaked from your hips, up your soft tummy, to your neck where he gripped just tight enough that you gasped. He held you so tightly but lovingly, pounding into your cunt faster and faster. 

The plaps of your bodies meeting each other in the alley were drowned out by the sounds of the city, cars honking, and the muffled music and chatter from inside. Your mind wondered what would happen if someone were to walk across this alley or an employee leaving from the back to take out the garbage and you tightened once more around Leon. He groaned.

“Naughty girl, thinking about if someone were to catch you getting fucked by me, huh?” You hated how well he read your mind. You couldn’t say anything, just a moan in response and he chuckled. 

“Ha.. Mmm.. What would your good guy cop boyfriend think, huh? Seeing his girl being reclaimed by the asshole that abandoned her. Tsk.. Tsk..” There goes that mocking tone that you were sure was followed by a cocky grin. 

Fuck Leon.

But you couldn’t protest with his hand gripping your neck. Your painted nails clawed at the wall. Leon was showing no signs of letting go or slowing down. Not when he was getting so close. His cock pulsed inside of you, brushing just shy from your g-spot that you whined.

Harder, Leon. Just a little bit harder.

“Gonna fucking.. Fill you up with my cum.. F-fucking breed my girl.. Oh fuck, tighten just a little bit more, baby girl.”

An arm found itself wrapped around your thigh, Leon’s rough fingers working your sensitive clit so you would tighten more just like he wanted. He grunted into your ear, thrusting one, two, three, four more times. 

“..th.. me.. Cum with me, baby. Come on. Give it to me.”

It was just enough to send you over the edge once more. A second orgasm that not even you knew you had in you. A sudden heat shoots right into you, one final thrust that filled your cunt with so much of Leon’s seed that it overflowed and trickled down the sides of your thighs.

“God, Leon.. Fuck!” You shouted when his grasp left your throat. He held onto your hips, kissed your ear, your cheek, the top of your head. He begrudgingly pulled out of you, smacking a hand across your ass to make you yelp. You looked behind to glare at him but he shrugged like the asshole he is.

Leon held you as you shamefully pulled your underwear back up, readjusted your skirt and blouse and bent over to pick up the flip phone you had apparently dropped at some point. You wiped the built up sweat from your forehead, turning back around to watch Leon tuck his dick back into his dark jeans. He looked over to catch you staring and he smiled but you looked away with a dark blush across your cheeks.

“I’m going to have to clean up now, no thanks to you.” You grumbled, shifting on your feet. Leon laughed at your complaint.

“Could always help you with that, y'know. Take you back to my place to ‘clean each other up.’” He winked. You groaned but Leon kept that damn smirk on his face while he watched you, digging back into his pocket to fetch another cigarette.

You flipped your phone open, navigating back to the phone history to call that cab. You felt a pit in your stomach.

“Oh fuck.”

[ You have 13 missed calls ]

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𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader

request: ‘hope you’re doing well! i just want to say that i absolutely love your fics and when i saw that your requests were open again i almost screamed bc i have been holding onto this idea just for you. i actually saw this idea on my college love letters instagram page that said “if we're both single by a certain age we will marry each other" is always a fun story concept but it could be even better if the pact is made between rivals (r x leah) as a drunken dare and they go on to sabotage each other's relationships because they've been secretly in love all along.’

summary: you hated each other, right? so why the hell do you want to kiss her?

warnings: swearing (that’s pretty much it)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i’m alive mfs, i kinda changed the request a little but i hope that’s alright. let’s also ignore the fact that this is my first post of 2023 and it’s march also a huge thank you for 850 followers :)

woso masterlist

Your fingers tapped absentmindedly on the glass in your hand. The smell of cheap booze and sweat lingered in the air. Watching as drunken bodies swarmed the dance floor, you leaned your back against the bar.

You don't know how many drinks you’ve had, you didn’t know what was going on, who you were with or where you were. But what you did know was how much you hated her.

You swirled the straw in your glass, watching on as, out of all the clubs in London, she happened to be in the same one as you.

No matter how drunk or sober you were, you always found something in you to dislike every little thing about her.

Whilst some people would call you petty and childish, they didn't know how the feeling was reciprocated.

From the moment you joined Arsenal one thing was made clear. Leah Williamson did not like you. Whatever you did, good or bad, Leah always found something to make her dislike for you more prominent.

At first it was little comments here and there, out of shot from your teammates but it soon escalated into making it her personal mission and life goal to hate you in front of anyone at any time and at any place.  

No matter what you did you could never get Leah to like you, so, if you can't beat them, join them.

Every comment leah made, you retaliated and leah didn't like it. Not one bit.

“Of course you're here.” Leah sighed as she stood beside you, ordering herself another drink.

You didnt turn to look at her, your focus still lingering on everyone else. Breathing through your nose, you gave a disgruntled hum with a small nod of your head.

“Not in the talkative mood tonight, y/n?” Leah questioned, a teasing undertone to her voice as she cocked her head to the side, looking at your side profile.

“Nope.” You replied, popping the ‘p’.

“That's unlike you.” Leah said. “Normally you’re going on and on about how much you hate me.”

“Mhm, maybe I've run out of energy.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally turning your head to look at her.

“Woah, who are you and what have you done to y/n?” Leah chuckled, the alcohol definitely present in her system.

“Very funny, good night Leah.” You said, your voice holding little emotion; sounding somewhat like a robot.

You placed your drink onto the bar counter and walked away from the defender; whose eyes stared at your back curiously.

Just as you were about to make your way out of the club, you felt a cold hand grab onto your arm. Turning around, you were met with a, now very noticeable, drunk Leah.

Sighing to yourself, your head dropped to the floor as you tried to regain any type of courage.

“And where do you think you’re going y/l/n?” Leah questioned, her voice coming out slurred.

“Home.” You deadpanned, removing Leah’s hand from your arm.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Leah pondered, eyebrows furrowing.

“A lot actually, I'll be away from you.” You said, giving a sarcastic smile before walking away again.

“Hey! Wait, one dance.” Leah shouted, catching up to you.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned incredulously, turning around to look back at Leah.

“One dance,” Leah pleaded, “and then you can go.”

“No?” You said, chuckling to yourself at how drunk Leah was.

“Come on. Stop being a party pooper.” Leah said, pulling on your arm and the two of you slowly made your way to the dance floor.

“Fine. One dance,” you huffed, giving in, “but that's it.”

A beaming smile took over Leah’s face as she dragged you in between all the bodies that littered the dance floor, planting the two of you right in the middle.

“Kill me now.” You muttered to yourself, standing as stiff as a board, freezing even more when Leah took a hold of your hands and placed them onto her waist.

“Let loose y/l/n.” Leah whispered into your ear before she turned around and started to dance.

Loud music drowned out your thoughts allowing you to forget about everything going on around you.

For a moment you forgot who you were with, what you were doing and where you were, allowing your mind to go somewhere else.

One dance seemed to turn into four and before you knew it you had been dancing with Leah for minutes on end.

Just as you were about to get lost in another dance, a body crashed into yours from behind, snapping you from whatever trace you were currently kept in.

Finally snapping back to your senses, you pulled your hands away from Leah and made your way out of the club, not uttering a single word to the blonde defender rushing behind you.

Letting out an exhale of air once you walked outside you rummaged around in your pockets for your phone only to come up short til you heard your name from over your shoulder.

“Looking for something?” Leah questioned as she walked towards you, your phone in hand.

“How did you get my phone?” You wondered as you tried to reach for your phone but Leah moved it out of your reach.

“That's for me to know and for you to find out.” Leah chuckled as she tapped your phone on your chest.

“Look leah,” you sighed exasperatedly, “just give me my phone, I need to call an uber.”

“How about I propose a deal?”

“I- yeah fine, whatever just give me my phone.” You said, throwing your hands up in the air as your patience grew very thin.

“Let's say I give you back your phone only if you agree to us getting married by a certain age- if we are single of course.”

“No chance.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at the words that just came out of Leah's mouth.

“Fine, I get to keep your phone then.” Leah said, shrugging her shoulders before walking away and down the road.

“Fuck my life.” You muttered, looking up into the sky as your shoulders sagged.

You took one cleansing breath in before shaking your head and running to catch up with a certain blonde defender.

“I’ll do it.” You said, finally catching up to Leah, walking beside her.

“Finally came to your senses have you?” Leah questioned, the teasing tone coming back in full force.

“Don’t. I can't believe I agreed,” you sighed, “can I have my phone back now?”

“One more thing-”

“Oh what now?”

“You give me a ride home too.”

“Yeah, fine, okay.”

After you booked an uber, the two of you waited on the side of the road. You would occasionally turn your head to look at the blonde beside you, noticing that she hugged herself, shivering from the cold.

“Here.” You muttered, handing your jacket in front of Leah.

She looked at you confused for a second, before she gingerly reached her hand out and took the clothing from your hand.

A small ‘thank you’ fell from her lips as she slipped your jacket on, unconsciously pulling the material up to her nose, taking in your perfume that lingered on it.

The two of you didn't have to wait much longer and before you knew it, you were holding a car door open for Leah, letting her get into the uber before you.

The journey to Leah’s was short and the two of you were soon pulling up outside her place.

“Walk me to my door?” Leah asked, a small smile gracing her lips.

“I might as well, huh?” You replied, rolling your eyes although there was no malicious intent behind the action.

Promising the driver you would only be a couple of minutes, you exited the car and walked around to Leah’s side before opening her door. You held out your hand and she graciously took it in hers, pulling herself up and out of the car.

Shutting the door behind her, you walked her up to her front door where you stopped and waited for the blonde to open it.

After a little struggle, Leah managed to get her door open and she stepped into her place, turning around, one hand on the door the other fiddling with her keys.

“You’re a real piece of work, y’know.” You smiled, shaking your head.

“You love me though.” Leah joked, looking at her feet.

“In your dreams,” you laughed, “make sure you have some water and paracetamol in the morning.”

“Awh, you care about me.”

“Piss off, I'm going to be best friends with your hangover in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, goodbye y/l/n.” Leah smiled.

“Night.” You said, replying with a similar smile.

Just as you were about to back away from Leah’s doorstep her cold hand grasped your arm again for the second time that night. Stopping in your tracks, eyebrows raised, you wondered what Leah was going to say.

She looked a little conflicted, not knowing what to say so she didn’t say anything, giving you a little peck on your cheek before pulling away and walking back into her place with a smile not leaving her face.

Your eyebrows rose even higher than they were before and you let out a breathy chuckle before making your way back to the uber and back to your place.

The next morning you had training, begrudgingly getting out of bed, you got ready for the day. The journey wasn’t bad, although you felt a headache creeping its way into your head.

Suddenly, you regretted the amount of alcohol you consumed yesterday. You don't remember much from last night, only a few things here and there albeit they were still a little fuzzy.

You soon met up with the other girls and conversed as you walked onto the pitch. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a certain defender who looked like they had been to hell and back.

Letting out a quiet snicker, you walked past her shaking your head with a smile. Leah noticed and sent a sneer your way, not that you cared and that only aggravated her more.

Time went by quickly and before you knew it training had finished. You were walking back to your car when Katie came running up to you.

“Hey y/n!” Katie shouted, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“What's up?” You smiled, turning around to face her.

“Me and a couple of the girls are going bowling later and we wondered if you wanted to come?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s not like I've got anything else to do.” You shrugged.

“Cool, I'll send you the address.”

“Yeah, no problem, see you later.”

It was around six in the afternoon when you pulled your car up to the bowling alley. Getting out of your car you slid your phone into your pocket before walking into the place. You knew immediately where to go from the loud noise coming from a particular group.

Sending them a smile you walked up to them but it soon dropped, not enough for anyone to notice, but it was safe to say you didn't think you were going to enjoy tonight.

Standing next to Beth, Leah was typing away on her phone. Once the blonde looked up from her phone she sent you a look which can only be described as unfriendly. To everyone else, however, they seemed to miss the way the two of you interacted and put you both into a pair.

It was you and Leah, Manu and Viv, Beth and Katie, Lotte and Steph as well as Rafa and Jen. You had very low hopes and you had a strong feeling that instead of hitting the pins Leah may end up hitting you.

Beth and Katie were to go first and it was safe to say that you didn't think they were going to win. Whilst you watched as everyone took their turns you were sat beside Leah. the two of you sitting like statues.

You thought it was because of the hatred Leah had towards you but it was completely the opposite. All the defender could think about was last night, when she kissed you on the cheek.

She didn't know why she did it but it felt right. But she knew it shouldn't have. The fact that it was so wrong was why it felt so right. Leah knew she shouldn't be feeling the way she is but she couldn't help it.

The only reason why Leah acted like she hated you was because she was afraid of getting hurt. Before she could do anything about it she was already too far down the rabbit hole for her to get out.

Leah just had to accept the fact that you’d never like her the way she liked you, and she was fine with having you in her life as an ‘enemy’ rather than not having you in her life at all.

Whilst Leah was so caught up in her own thoughts she missed the way that you looked at her. Like she was the only person in the world. Although you wouldn't tell her that.

The two of you were pining over each other and the only thing stopping you both from telling your true feelings is the fake hatred you had created.

As time went on and as the little arguments grew and grew they turned into true feelings but you never really did hate her. You were using it as a defence system, afraid of getting hurt.

The two of you were so afraid of getting hurt you didnt realise it was already too painful for you both. Too painful to realise you could be together if you weren't stupid. Too painful to realise you were falling and you were falling hard.

It was finally your turn and you stood up, grabbing a bowling ball. You looked back at Leah, searching for any kind of encouragement from her but she was too focused on the floor.

Sighing to yourself quietly, you took a quick cleansing breath and acted as if it was a match final, and you were going to win.

With your first bowl of the evening you managed to get a strike causing an uproar from the girls, snapping Leah from whatever state she was in.

Turning her head towards the noise she noticed you had put the two of you in the lead and she let out a small smile, watching on as you dodged the playful insults being thrown in your way as you sat back beside Leah.

“Guess I won't have a go this round, huh?” Leah said, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, my bad.” You replied, scratching the back of your neck.

“We’re winning, it doesn't matter.” Leah shrugged, turning to watch Manu as she bowled.

“Yeah.” You whispered, trying to fight off the smile that slowly crept onto your face.

It was the fifth round when everyone started to get hungry so you volunteered to go and get some food. After asking what everyone wanted you set off to the little snack bar.

“Hey.” You said, walking up to the bar.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” The lady asked, standing behind the counter. You weren't going to lie, she was beautiful but she didn’t come anywhere near to Leah

You told her what everyone had ordered and she left you to get all your food. As you waited you drummed your fingers on the counter. She was back before you knew it and handed you your food.

“Hopefully that's not all for you.” She chuckled, nodding to the food stacked in your arms.

“I don’t think I'll even get what is mine with how hungry my friends always are.” You replied with a chuckle of your own.

“Well, you're always welcome to come back.”

“Now, is that a marketing line or an excuse to see me again?” You questioned with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Depends on your answer.” She responded.

“I guess you’ll have to find out later.” You smiled, looking back at your friends who were waving you over.

“If i’m not here just ask for Holly.”

“Yea-” You started a reply but was cut off as someone spoke over you.

“I think they will be fine.” You didn’t need to turn around to notice who it was, sending a look of apology to Holly, you walked back to your friends with Leah.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“What?” Leah replied, acting oblivious.

“Back there, I was talking to her.”

“You were taking too long and everyone is hungry.” Leah said, dodging the real reason.

“Whatever.” You muttered, speeding up so you walked ahead of her.

Everyone cheered once you placed down all the food that you had brought and were quick to tuck in.

You sat down in your original place and fiddled with the receipt, not bothering to touch your food, once you realised there was writing on the back. You turned the receipt over and in blue writing was a number scribbled down with ‘text me’ underneath it.

Letting a smile take over your features, you looked over your shoulder and caught Holly’s eye, sending her a quick wink before finally opening the packet of crisps you bought.

Leah, who was sitting in front of you instead of next to you, watched the whole interaction and couldn't help the frown that formed on her face, anger bubbling from deep inside.

“What have you got there y/l/n?” Leah asked before she could stop herself and you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Everyone turned to face you where you were sitting, struggling to find something to say.

“Y/n’s got someone's number.” Steph said as she looked over your shoulder and the girls ‘oohed’ teasingly.

“Leave me alone.” You chuckled, putting the receipt in your pocket.

“You going to text them?” Lotte questioned and you didn't miss the way Leah rolled her eyes.

“I don't know, do you think I should Leah?” You said, looking at Leah with a challenging look on your face.

“Why are you asking me?”

“It's just that you don’t like me, so you won’t mind me asking them out, right?

“No.” Leah said, a little too quickly gaining a look from a couple of the girls.

“No, as in you don’t mind or..?”

“I- I don’t-” Leah struggled, “just do what you want.”

Before you could even comprehend what was going on, Leah had gotten up rather abruptly and made her way into the toilets.

“What was that about?” You questioned, looking at the other girls.

“I think you should go talk to her.” Viv suggested.

“Why? I mean, you see how much we don’t like each other.”

“Actually, we see how much you love each other.” Beth corrected.

“You’re joking,” you laughed, “she hates my guts.”

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“How do you feel about her?” Jen joined in.

“Okay, there's no need for you to gang up on me.” You said, raising your hands up in defence.

“Just go talk to her. I think you both need to have a one on one conversation.” Rafa said.

“Fine, but if we end up killing each other, it's not my fault.” You sighed, getting up from your seat and making your way to the bathroom.

As you walked into the toilets you saw Leah splash her face with some water. At the sound of the door being closed, Leah looked into the mirror and her eyes caught yours.

“How was the hangover this morning?” You asked, not really knowing what else to say.

“What are you doing in here, y/n?” Leah wondered, ignoring what you had said and getting straight to the point.

“I came to check on you,” you shrugged, “the girls made me do it.”

“How kind of you.” Leah said sarcastically.

“Why’d you run off?” You questioned, walking closer to her.

“Like you care.”

“I did ask.”

“It’s complicated.”

“I don't mind complicated.” You said, leaning back against the sink.

“I don't know.” Leah mumbled, looking at her hands. “I guess I got hurt.”

“How?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Seeing you talk to that girl-”

“Holly.”

“-yes her, I don't know, I guess it hurt knowing that I couldn’t make you smile like she did.”

“So you're jealous? That's why you interrupted our conversation.”

“No, tha- I- no. I'm not jealous.”

“So if i were to go back out-” You said, pointing your thumb towards the door.

“No.” Leah said quickly, grabbing onto your arm.

And that's when you felt it. Her cold hands on your arm sending sparks up to your heart, setting your whole body alight. Her chest was moving up and down, her gaze actively avoiding yours.

“You know, all of this would be so much easier if I actually hated you.” You whispered, your right hand coming up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“What do you mean?” Leah asked, her gaze finally meeting yours.

“I never hated you and I never will.”

You cupped her cheek and ran your thumb along her cheekbone. Leah leant into your touch, unable to stop herself from the overwhelming feelings bubbling inside her.

Before either of you could realise what you were doing, you were both leaning in. Leah's grip tightened and her breath got caught in her throat. Hesitantly, you placed your lips on hers.

The sudden action had stunned Leah, her breath catching in her throat. She did not expect you to kiss her now. As her brain started to register what was going on, she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist pulling you closer.

The two of you were caught up in your own small world, getting lost in the kiss. It wasn't rushed nor hungry, it was passionate and slow. You ended the kiss as you needed to breathe, getting a soft whine of protest from Leah.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You said breathlessly.

“Kiss me again.” Leah said, not letting go of your waist.

“But- mmph”

You moved your hand from Leah’s cheek to bury your fingers in her hair, the other hand sprawled out on the small of Leah’s back, pulling her closer until your chests were pressed together. The defender clutched the bottom of your shirt, feeling as it slowly rode upwards.

Her cold fingers splayed across your stomach, gently scratching your skin. You finally broke the kiss once again and you leaned your forehead against hers.

“For the record, I still hate you.” Leah smiled, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“No you don't.” You chuckled.

“No I don't.” Leah said, shaking her head slightly, placing another peck to your lips.

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 14

Master list for Lightning Bug 

Warning: nightmare, mention of a nightmare, mention of abuse, 

Word count: 3.8k

The group beside Kamala groaned. “What? We have a new person in the group. It’s the perfect game to play.” She looked at you to back her up but your eyes went wide. 

“Don’t bring me into this,” you said. It was Kamala’s turn to groan. “Feel free to play whatever I’ll watch the first few rounds.” Peter sighed. 

“Fine but whatever happens here stays here,” the group agreed and the game began. Kamala went first. She got America to yell the first word that came to her mind which happened to be fuck. America asked Peter and he picked dare which led him to give Ned a lap dance for 30 seconds. That made you laugh. Peter asked MJ if she ever broke a law and she said yes. MJ got Kate to seductively eat a banana. Then Kate made Kamala eat a spoonful of mustard. Finally, Kamala asked Yelena what was the strangest thing she’s eaten. It was a kangaroo. As the game went on, the truths got deeper and the dares got weirder. You laughed along with your friends. Friends. You had a group of friends that made you laugh and smile and felt safe. 

“Can I play?” You finally asked. 

“Of course,” Ned said. “Truth or dare?” You weren’t ready for dare questions. 

“Truth,” you said. 

“How do you feel about the Twilight saga?” You giggled. 

“They are a guilty pleasure read,” you told him. You didn’t hate them but they weren’t your favorite. “But they aren’t great. America, truth or dare.” 

“Truth,” the game continued. You stuck to the truth option. Kate asked what your favorite animal was which you said was a dog. MJ asked if you could travel anywhere in the world where you would go, and you picked Japan. It was Kamala’s turn to pick who to ask. 

“So Y/n,” Kamala said. “Trust or dare?” 

“Truth,” you said without hesitation. You watched her ponder her question, head moving side to side. 

“I overheard Natasha talking to Carol that you are like me,” she pointed to America. “Like her. So what can you do?” The question made your heart skip. It was such a simple question but with an answer that scared you. 

“You do not have to answer that,” America said, quickly. 

“Yeah, she can ask you a different question,” Kate added. You looked at Kamala, the girl looked confused by what was going on. She didn’t know that it was a touchy subject, how could she?

“No, it’s fine,” you said, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s cool,” you rubbed your hands together, clearing your throat. “I can manipulate electricity,” you said. “I can create it, control it, and be a conductor for it.” The group was silent as they looked at you. You hated being the center of attention. 

“Woah!” Ned finally said. “That is so cool!”

“You're like a mini Thor!” Kamala said. You blushed, rubbing the back of your head. 

“Uh yeah, I guess,” you shrugged. 

“And you were born with that ability?” Peter asked. You nodded. 

“I’ve been dealing with it all my life,” you said. You looked at MJ, wanting the conversation to be directed away from you. “Truth or dare?” You asked her. 

*

You lay on your back with your hands behind your head. “Knock, knock,” you looked up and saw Yelena standing in your doorway. You must have forgotten to close your door. You sat up, leaning on your forearms. “Can I come in?” You nodded as she sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m proud of you,” you didn’t mask the confusion on your face. “You didn’t have to share that but you did,” you placed your chin on your knee. “What is going through your head?” You sighed. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “My thoughts are all jumbled.” You closed your eyes. “I wish I was normal.” It was quiet in your room at your admission. You questioned if Yelena was still here but you heard her move on your bed. 

“If you were normal then you wouldn’t be you,” you opened your eyes and Yelena was looking at you with a smile. “I don’t know why you hate your powers and I don’t need to know but it’s a part of you and I think you are pretty great.” You smiled. 

“You're pretty great too.” The Black Widow stood up. 

“I’ll leave you alone. But if you need anything, come find me, okay?” You nodded. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, closing your door. You sighed, climbing underneath the covers. You played with the crochet blanket, you’ve yet to put it back in the closet. It was a gentle reminder that you were home. 

*

“How is she?” Kate asked when Yelena walked into the kitchen. The archer was making two cups of hot chocolate. “Whip Cream?”  

“Yes please,” Kate put some on top of her mug and handed it to the Black Widow. “She’s okay,” she took a sip of her drink. It was one of her guilty pleasures from being free from the Red Room. She loved sweets which worked out as Kate was more into savory treats. “Well, I think she is,” Yelena wrapped her hand around Kate’s. “Should we tell Natasha and Wanda?” The question was burning in the back of her throat. Kate was looking at their connected hands, moving her thumb back and forth. 

“We all agreed that whatever was said in that game stays within the group,” Yelena sighed. 

“That was said because Peter Parker doesn’t want Stark to know he gave Ned a lap dance,” Kate laughed. She covered her mouth to muffle the sound. Yelena smiled. She loved the sound of her laugh. It made her feel warm and safe. “Not about something like this,” she said once her girlfriend’s laughter died down. Kate sighed. 

“Look, she told us that because she trusts us. I’m not saying she doesn’t trust Nat and Wanda but she could be more comfortable with us,” she knew her girlfriend was right. It would be a breach of trust. “Besides, it doesn’t change who she is.” She was right again. Yelena took a sip of her hot chocolate. She didn’t miss the smirk that Kate tried to hide on her face. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s nothing. It’s just-” Kate stopped herself. “I’ll get it.” Yelena watched as her girlfriend rounded the island and stood in front of her. The archer captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her hands found a place on Kate’s lips. “You had whip cream on your lips.” Yelena rolled her eyes. But her heart melted. 

“You are such a dork, Kate Bishop,” the younger girl giggled and played with the baby hairs on the base of Yelena’s neck. 

“Yeah but I’m your dork.” Before Yelena could respond, she heard a door slam close and a frantic blue-eyed girl came rushing out. 

“Y/n,” Yelena said. But the girl made no indication that she heard her. 

*` 

You heard your name but it felt like your ears were stuffed with cotton balls. “Hey, bud,” your nightmare-induced brain focused on that. You shook your head and saw Kate in front of you. “Are you with us?” You looked around and saw Yelena in the kitchen with a worried look on her face. 

“Yeah,” your voice shook. “I’m here.” 

“A nightmare?” Yelena questioned. You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Your throat was burning as you fought to hold back your tears. “Kate and I were about to watch a movie. Do you want to join us?” You nodded, wordlessly following them to the couch. You sat as far away from them as possible. Your entire body was tense. You were afraid, the nightmare coursing through your veins. You had no idea what movie they put on. The nightmare was right in the subconscious. You could still feel it. You could hear your father yelling at you, the way his hands were on you. The disgusted look on your mother’s face and the fear in your brother’s eyes. You were only 4 years old when you discovered what you could do and you thought your father was going to kill you. You felt the couch move and it snapped out of the fog and watched Yelena stand up. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, desperation seeping from your voice. The Black Widow stopped. 

“I’m just going to get you and us a blanket.” You nodded. 

“Can you grab the red and black one from my room?” You asked. “Please.” You added quickly. Yelena nodded with a smile and you focused back on the movie. It was animated but you weren’t sure what the plot was you felt Kate watching you. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you said, not looking at the archer. 

“I’m dating Yelena. I know when someone doesn’t want to talk about a nightmare,” she teased but a smile didn’t form on your face. You heard Yelena come back and you took the blanket from her, wrapping it tightly around you. You felt a little better. “Come here,” you looked at Kate. She had a blanket over her, covering most of her skin. 

“W-What?” You stuttered. 

“You don’t like skin-to-skin contact and this blanket is covering me so you can cuddle up to me,” you stared at the couple. 

“Cuddle?” You questioned. “I don’t-”

“If you don’t want to then that’s fine,” Yelena assured. “But it sometimes helps me.” Oh. 

“I’ve never cuddled with someone,” you said. “I don’t know how.” Kate smiled. 

“It’s okay. I got you. Just rest your head on my stomach and or chest.” You nodded and stiffly moved towards Kate. You looked at Yelena for confirmation it was okay and she nodded. You rested your head on Kate’s stomach and stretched your legs out on the couch. Even though the blanket, you could feel the warmth she radiated and the slow in and out of her breaths. 

“Relax,” Yelena said, standing up and fixing the blanket that was on top of you. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, letting a few tears fall. Yelena knelt so she was face to face with her. Her green eyes stared into your blue. 

“You won’t, okay? You're safe here and we got you.” 

“Okay,” you whispered. Eyes focusing on the movie. It didn’t take long for the calm feeling of Kate breathing to lure you to sleep. 

*

Natasha rested her head on the cool metal of the elevator. It did little to relieve the pounding. “I told you to not take that last shot,” she spared a glance at her girlfriend, who had a smirk on her face. 

“Shut up,” the Black Widow mumbled. Was it stupid to play a drinking game with Thor, Carol, and Bucky using Asgardian Ale? Yes. But it was so rare that Thor and Carol were at the tower she wanted to enjoy it and helped her forget the last couple of days. The elevator opened. “You just-” the scene in front of her caused her to freeze. Yelena was staring at her, finger to her lip - telling her to be quiet. Kate was leaning heavily on Yelena fast asleep and on Kate was Y/n, resting her head on Kate’s stomach and asleep. The volume of the movie was lowered and Yelena must have put subtitles on. 

“She had a nightmare,” Yelena whispered, not wanting to wake up the other two but Kate did stir and open her eyes. 

“Do you want us to take her to her room?” Wanda asked. 

“You can try,” Kate said, her voice laced with sleep. “I am kind of comfy.” Natasha wasn’t sure if she was being 100% truthful. Wanda knelt at the young girl’s level. 

“Dorogoy,” she whispered. “Wake up.” The teen stirred but didn’t open her eyes and hugged the blanket closer to her. It was a blanket that Wanda made for Natasha. She only took it out for movie nights or when Wanda was away on a mission. 

“Come on, sleepy head. Wake up.” The teen groaned, opening her eyes. She blinked a few times. 

“Is it morning already?” She asked. 

“No,” Natasha chuckled. “But why don’t we move to your room so Kate can get some sleep too?” She looked up at the archer, groaned, and burrowed her head back into Kate’s stomach. 

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled. Kate giggled. 

“We’ll cuddle again,” the archer said. She sighed, sitting up. 

“Promise?” She asked. Her voice was so soft and small. She sounded like a little kid. 

“Yeah, promise.” She relaxed at the promise Kate made. 

“Good night,” she said. “And thank you.” She headed towards the room. 

“Do you know what her nightmare was about?” Natasha asked. They shook their heads. 

“It scared her, whatever it was though,” Yelena said. Natasha nodded. 

“Thank you,” Wanda smiled. “For being there for her.” 

“Of course,” Kate rearranged her position so her head was in Yelena’s lap. “She’s like a little sister to me.” Natasha smiled. 

“Good night,” she said. A chorus of goodnights from Yelena and Kate followed her as she walked to Y/n’s room. She found the teen sitting crisscrossed on her bed, picking at the blanket. “Hey,” she didn’t look up even when Natasha sat on the corner of her bed. “Do you want us to stay?” She heard Wanda walk behind her. The witch wrapped her arms around Natasha and rested her head on her shoulder. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I just want the nightmares to stop.” Wanda sat down next to her. 

“Do you want me to help?” The teen looked at the witch. 

“How?” 

“Well,” Wanda crossed her legs. “I can go into your mind with my powers and I’ll subdue the memories and quiet your mind.” The girl’s shoulders tensed up. 

“Will you see what’s going on in my head?” She asked softly. Wanda shook her head. 

“Nope, unless you want me to,” Y/n shook her head which caused Wanda to giggle. “Do you want me to help?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Alright, get comfy,” the teen climbed underneath the covers and Natasha lay the crochet blanket over her. “Close your eyes and relax.” She did what she was told but her shoulders were tense. 

“Relax, milyy (sweetie),” the Black Widow said, rubbing her chest. “You're safe here.” The teen nodded. 

“I know,” she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Natasha watched Wanda’s fingers glow red. Her powers always amazed her. She didn’t touch the girl’s temples but her red magic floated across her forehead. Wanda’s eyes flashed red and the young girl’s body slumped deeper into her bed. Natasha looked at her girlfriend, who was frowning. 

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she sighed. “It’s just she’s so scared.” Natasha grabbed her hand. 

“Scared?” The Black Widow questioned. “Scared of who?” The witch looked at her girlfriend. 

“Herself.” 

*

You slowly woke up. You felt incredibly well rested. You buried your face deeper into the pillow and the blanket around you tighter. You did not want to get up. For once, the bed felt perfect. It was warm, soft, and felt safe. “Miss. Y/n, it appears Miss. Chavez is at your door.” You groaned. 

“Tell her to go away,” you mumbled. 

“She has food with her.” You sighed, sitting up. 

“She can come in,” the door opened and America walked in holding a tray. 

“I see how it is,” America said, kicking your door close. “You only wanted to see me because I have food,” you giggled as she sat on your bed. On the tray, she brought you grilled cheese and tomato soup. “How did you sleep?” 

“Good actually,” you took a bite of your sandwich. “I was really tired.” America smiled, dipping her sandwich into her soup and eating it. 

“I would say that because it's 12:30,” your eyes widened. 

“Oh well yeah, I guess I was.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You missed Kamala’s send-off,” You were upset by that. “But she gave me this to give to you.” She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to you. It read, ‘It was nice meeting you. I’ll be in Jersey for a while so text me and maybe we can meet up in the city! -Kamala’ added her phone number at the bottom. You smiled, putting the note on your nightstand. 

“Thank you for bringing me food.” 

“No problem,” she smiled. “Yelena and Kate said you had a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head.

“Maybe one day but not today,” she nodded and you both finished your food in silence. “Have you watched Avatar: The Last Airbender?” You asked, finishing the rest of your soup. 

“No, I’ve been meaning to.” 

“Do you want to watch a few episodes with me?” She agreed and once your dishes were cleaned up, you sat on the couch with America. She made sure to leave enough space between you two but you couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to cuddle with her as you did with Kate. Would she be warm like Kate? Would her heartbeat lure you to sleep? 

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked. “Your face got flushed.” That made your cheeks burn more. 

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat. “I was thinking about my nightmare.” You lied.

“This will help,” she said and put on the first episode. You moved a little closer to her so your legs were barely touching. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. You soon realized your mistake as it was very hard to focus on the show with America being so close. 

*

Watching a few episodes, lead you to watch the first half of the season. You would have watched more but America got called to the sanctum. It was a good show and you were enjoying it. You walked to Tony’s lap with your Russian notebook and headphones since FRIDAY informed you the billionaire wanted to see you. You were surprised to see Bruce. He was working on Rhodney’s suit. “Hi,” you said, making your presence known. He turned around, offering you a kind smile. 

“Hi,” he said. “Tony will be right back. You can join me if you’d like.” He sounded so hesitant, scared, and unsure of himself. You knew the man the power had behind him. You smiled. 

“Okay,” you pulled up a stool and sat down next to him. He went back to work. “So,” you said, after a beat of silence. “How does the suit work?” Bruce glanced at you. 

“You want to know how this works.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s better than sitting in silence watching you do something I don’t understand.” Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Fair enough,” he explained that the suits were powered by arc reactors, a fusion-type power source featuring a palladium core. He said that each suit had repulsors built into the hands and feet with AI built into it. Depending on the suit (or Mark as Tony called them), it had specific weapons. Rhodney’s AI system was malfunctioning which wasn’t allowing him to communicate with FRIDAY or the rest of the team. So when Tony returned with a box in his hand, he found you both hunched over the suit while Bruce was messing with wires. 

“Whatcha doing?” He asked. You looked at the billionaire with a smile. 

“Learning about Rhodney’s suit. What’s that?” You asked, pointing at the box in his hands. 

“This is the stuff Pepper left for you,” he put the box on the table. “She left a note and told me to stress the importance that all of this does not need to be done by the time she gets back.” You nodded and stepped out of the way so Tony could take your place to see what Bruce was dealing with. But you stayed and listened to them talk, using words and vocabulary that you didn’t understand. It didn’t bore you as they tried to determine the problem. It was fun, like a giant puzzle and it made you think about Tony’s offer. You weren’t Tony Stark or Bruce Banner smart but maybe with the schooling you could understand what they were saying. “Hey kid, you with us?” 

“What?” You blushed. “Sorry, I was lost in my head. What’s up?” Tony smiled. 

“We figured it out,” Bruce said. “Do you want to see how we did it?” You nodded, excitedly jumped off the chair, and walked over to them. You listened intently. Maybe you should take Tony up on that offer. 

*

Sleeping until 12:30 was a blessing and a curse, you weren’t tired so you stayed up working on the date entry Pepper left for you but now it was 2 a.m. and you couldn’t fall asleep. You didn’t have a destination in mind as you walked around the tower at night. You took the stairs to each floor and walked around with your hand on the wall. It was calming. You felt like you were the only person in the world. “Oops,” you said to the body you ran into. “I wasn’t-” your sentence died on your lips as you stared at who ran into. It was Bucky. Of course, it was Bucky. He scratched the back of his head with his metal head. 

“It’s fine,” he said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” You licked your dry lips. 

“I uh was going to make some hot chocolate,” you said, heading into the kitchen. “Do you want some?”

“Yeah,” he said, without hesitation. “That sounds nice.” You weren’t sure what you were doing but you ignored the man sitting down in front of you as you focused on your task. “Here,” you set the mug down in front of him. 

“Thank you,” he said with a kind smile but the kind gesture made your stomach drop and your throat tighten. You tried to keep your eyes ahead of you instead of the man but it was hard. 

“I should apologize,” you finally said. “I haven’t been the nicest to you and I’m sorry,” you couldn't look at him but he gave you his full attention. “You remind me of someone I used to know and he would hurt me.” It wasn’t the full truth. He would hurt you and you would hurt him. It was a never-ending cycle. 

“It’s okay,” you finally looked at him. “I understand. I’m sorry too, that life hasn’t been kind to you.” You were surprised to hear an apology from him. 

“Life hasn’t been kind to either of us,” he sighed, his blue eyes staring into yours. He looked away and stared into his mug of hot chocolate. “But we made it here, right?” Bucky looked at you. “It has to count for something.”

“Yeah, kid,” Bucky smiled. “I think it does.”        

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OKAY SO! (YES this is similar to like every other request I plunged you with I just love self inserts into vlogs it feels so real 😍) yk that one Tom simons vlog where he rented out a water obstacle course thing and tricked wilbur into wearing a suit? Okay that but how about tom ALSO tricked you into dressing formally (like wearing a dress or something) so you and wilbur team up to take him and George down and its honestly just a lot of shit pick up lines, holding hands and horrendous flirting but it's fine because it's wiblur sock<3<3<÷<

JADE MY LOVE! I’m finally posting this beautiful request!! So sorry for it being delayed! But I hope you enjoy this. The ending is super crappy because it is rushed and I couldn’t figure out what else to do with it so… I’m so sorry if this whole thing is crappy!

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings// fluff/crack, Wilbur and Tommy being brothers, sweating, Wilbur and reading being cute asf, kissing (please tell me if I missed anything!!)

^^ I couldn’t find one from the vlog😭

“Ok. What the fuck!” You said as you and Wilbur stepped out of the car and saw Tommy and George standing next to each other, laughing at you both.

Wilbur got a message from Tommy explaining a vlog idea he had. You, Wilbur, George and Tommy would all dress fancy as hell and go to a restaurant.

But apparently Tommy had other plans.

“There he is!” Tommy said as he went over to Wilbur’s side of the car. Wilbur stepped out wearing a fitted tux and you wearing a flowy dress with converse.

“Hello boys!” Wilbur says as he walks up to Tommy and George, you following quickly behind.

“It worked!” Tommy laughed at out.

“Why are you dressed like that?!” George asked you both as Tommy filmed and laughed at the couple.

“For the- for the meal.” Wilbur says in a confused manner. You on the other hand, we’re pissed off, having already caught onto the plan.

“You son of a bitch.” You mumbled as Tommy laughed and wrapped an arm around you.

“We’re not doing the restaurant.”

“What do you mean? Can I like change?!” Wilbur asked Tom as you groaned and banged your head in his back.

“Please say we can.” You whined out, looking at Tommy with an annoyed looked.

“I don’t think so, no. We rented 2 wetsuits not 4.” Tommy explains to the both of you as you groaned and Wilbur sighed. He stood up straight and slammed the car door and went over to push Tom.

“Ah! Ok Ok I’m sorry!” Tommy screeched out.

“You better be bitch boy.” You tell him as you grabbed Wilbur’s hand and started to walk with him to the building. “Are we at a fucking waterpark?!” You yelled at Tommy as he just laughed and ran up to the building. “I’m going to hurt that child.” You mumbled under your breathe.

“Wanna team up and get them back?!” Wilbur whispers to you, hearing your little mumble.

“Yes please.” You smirked up at Wilbur, putting the plan into motion.

Once you were all in the building and situated, you and wilbur stood in the corner with the boys. It wasn’t the warmest day out, so you were quite cold. Wilbur saw this and immediately brought you into his arms and hugged you tightly, rubbing your arms. “You ok love?”

“Now that I’m in your arms, yes!” You smiled up at your boyfriend as he smiled down at you.

“Hmm. Oh look here. Your lips. They look lonely.” He pouted as he looked at them. “Would they possibly like to meet mine?” He asked with a cocky smirk on his face as you raised your eyebrows at him, amused at his flirtatious line.

“You know what, I think they would.” You smiled up at him again and leaned up to kiss him, but you got very rudely interrupted by the child.

“Ok. Woah! No PDA. There’s a minor here!” Tommy quickly yelled out as you giggled at Wilbur’s groan.

“I’m going to hurt you if you interrupt again.” Wilbur said, making dead eye contact with Tom.

“Oh yeah! Let’s see it.” Tommy crouched down and got into a fighting stance. Wilbur just rolled his eyes and looked back down at you.

“How’s this going to work? Y/n’s in a dress and Wilbur’s in a- in a suit!” George said while laughing.

Wilbur just shakes his head at the camera. “We’ll make it work!” You said confidently at the camera as you got closer to Wilbur, looking for heat.

“Look at all the people, in swimming-“ Tommy got cut off by his own laughter.

“Everyone’s been staring at us. Everyone’s staring at us and it’s not fun.” You said, your voice muffled by Wilbur’s chest.

Finally the boys got their swim gear and we made our way out to the course.

“He’s going to break the bridge!” George yelled as Tommy jumped up and down. You walked behind Wilbur, holding his free hand as you walked to the location.

“Tommy’s gonna- Tommy’s acting big but just give it 5 minutes.” Wilbur said to the camera as you shook your head at the group in the background.

“You both look so damn good!” Tommy laughed as he showed the obstacle course.

“I’m gonna get revenge. Know what, we are!” Wilbur exclaimed to Tommy as he lifted your linked hands in the air.

As we got to the course, you and Wilbur put on your safety jackets.

“What, do you not like drowning?!” Tommy asked you both.

“Yeah, I’m a big fan of it actually- I’m a big fan of not drowning!” Wilbur said to Tom as he finished buckling the safety jacket together. “Need help darling?” Wilbur asked you as he saw your struggling with the last one.

“Please?” You asked and sighed as you let Wilbur buckle it.

“That good?” He whispered to you, his face hovering over yours.

“Mhm.” You bit your lips and smiled up at him. Wilbur cupped your cheek and gave you a peck on the lips before Tommy could see.

“We’ll continue this later my dear.” Wilbur winked at you as he grabbed your hand and walked with you to where the start of the course was.

——————————————————————

“How good are you at swimming genuinely?”Wilbur asked Tommy as he pointed the camera at the three of you.

“Like 100.” Tommy said as he stared at Wilbur. “Watch me pop- I don’t know nobody!” Tommy yelled as he jumped into the body of water.

“Tom-“ you yelled as you watched the big struggle.

“Help me!” He yelled back at all of you as you all laughed at the boy.

“Nope. Have fun. This is what you get for making me look like a weirdo!” You yelled back at him as you pointed at the dress you were wearing.

You all made your way over to where Tommy stood as he frowned at you and flicked you off.

“Fuck you.” He said with a straight face.

“Fuck you.” You said back with a smirk on your face as you pushed him back into the water. George was laughing his ass off as Wilbur looked at you like a proud mom and gave you a high five.

“Wait- help me Gogy!” Tommy yelled at George as he held his hand out.

“Why are you so heavy?!” George said as he pulled Tommy out of the water.

“Because I’m a grown man!”

“I beg to differ!” You said as he stood up and walked over to Wilbur.

“Start filming.”

“I haven’t stopped.”

“Oh well- This is the 4th video of this channel! It- don’t slip- it’s so new! Please before we get on- WHY ARE YOU- please check the subscribe button even if you think you’re subscribed! Just double check it! It’s free and you ca- CAN YOU STOP IT?!” Tommy quickly jumbled together, not being able to finish a sentence.

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“I’ll grab you, I’ll grab you, I promise!” Wilbur said to Tommy as he stood a little ways from him.

“Wait, really? Wait-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Come on!”

“So are we on the same team?”

“Yeah! Come on, I’ll help you up!” Wilbur exclaimed to Tommy as Tommy stated running at him.

“Oh okay!” Tommy panted out.

“Run! There you go look! Faster than that mate , otherwise this will happen!” Wilbur finished as he pushed Tom into the lake. You laughed as he stood next to George holding the second camera.

“You’re turn pretty boy.” You winked at George as you pushed him into the lake as well and ran up to Wilbur. “Double points!” You said as you grabbed into Wilbur and prevented yourself from falling.

“I’ll kill you!” Tommy choked on water as he got out and yet again struggled.

“Get out!” George pulled Tommy up and out of the water. Tommy looked at the camera as he smirked.

“Thomas you look like a lizard what the fuck?!” You wheezed out as you laughed.

“Here come here.” Wilbur told Tom as he grabbed his hand and dragged him back into the water.

“Alright, we’re going for a walk.” Wilbur concluded as he grabbed your hand and started walking with you.

“Wilbur!!” Tommy screeched out as he tried to get up again.

“Woah, there we go. That’s 2, and that’s 2! Balance.” Wilbur said as he easily got through the next part of the course. Meanwhile you’re still stuck trying to get through the first part.

“Wil! I need help!” You yelled to your boyfriend as your kneeled down on the little center part of the obstacle.

“Oh my baby. I’m here. Grab my hand- there you go! Now leap here and leap to the end,” you did as he said and made it to the end and fell into his arms. “See! You did it!” Wilbur clapped at you as you smiled and bowed. “Oh, hey guys!” Wilbur said to the boys that stood across from you.

“I don’t know nobody!” Tommy yet again said as he ran across the obstacle, but barely made it halfway as he slipped.

Wilbur died laughing as you rolled your eyes and went on to try the next course. It was pretty simple. All you had to do was walk across. You sat down on the other side as you waited for the boys to be done.

“For the duration of this day, I’m going to seek to make your life a living hell. Just like you’ve made mine, a living hell.” Wilbur said as he showed his outfit to the camera.

“He means we will make your life a living hell.” You yelled to Tommy as you got up and flicked him off with a smile.

“You guys are dapper though!” Tommy tried to reason.

“Nope, still not forgiving you!” Wilbur yelled as he made his way across to you. “Hello darling.”

“Hello love.”

“Tommy-“

“No!” Tommy yelled as Wilbur made his way to the middle of the obstacle.

“Dudududu” Tommy said as Wilbur pushed him into the water. Seconds later, Wilbur fell in as well.

“Nice going Will. Really nice.” You sarcastically said to him.

“He dragged me in!”

“I’m going to drown you. I am going to drown you.”

“Get up! I’ll stop him!” George said to Wilbur as your held out your hand to Wilbur to help him up.

“You just kicked me!” Tommy whined as Wilbur fully got up from the water and George fell in.

“I’m only after Tom.” Wilbur said as he pulled George up.

“You’re so strong.” George said in a high pitched voice.

“Hey. No flirting with my man.” You glared at George jokingly.

“Hey, you two go over there! We need to talk!” George tried to get out.

“Commoner!” Tommy yelled at the both of you .

“You want us to go in vc 2?” Wilbur asked as you both turned to walk away.

“vc 2!”

“Okay fine.”

“Keep it PG!!” Tommy yelled at the two of you.

“Can’t promise anything!” You yelled back as Wilbur smirked at you.

A couple minutes later, Wilbur was done wiring and went after the boys. “I’m coming to get a fucking high point!”

“Uh oh!” You heard Tommy say as you just sat down and watched the events take place.

“We have to stop him! We have to stop him!” George told Tommy as Wilbur made his way towards them.

“Gods plan!” Tommy yelled as they waited for Wilbur. “I call this, the tuck and roll.” Tommy said as he rolled down to Wilbur, but miserably failed as Wilbur rolled him into the water.

“We’ve been compromised! Gogs!” Tommy yelled as Wilbur tried to pull George into the water but fell in himself.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed.

“Weak! Get out of here!” George exclaimed at Wilbur as you made your way to the group of boys. “Watch this watch this!” George said to Tom as he flicked water at Wilbur with his foot.

“Alright well I’m coming back now! Fuck.”

“Take the nub back!” George exclaimed.

“Nooo not the nub! Not the nub- my nub!” Wilbur yelled in agony as Tommy and George fell into the water. You laughed as you stood in front of Wilbur and helped him out. “Wait they fell?!” Wilbur asked as you nodded.

“Hello!” Tommy waved at the two of you.

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“Why is he bouncing?!” Tommy asked no one in particular as he looked back at George. As George made his way down the slight hill, he slipped and fell on the inflatable. You all laughed as you helped him up from the floor.

“Well 2 gogy falls.” Wilbur said as he made his way to the other side of the course. “Wait, ready for number 3?!”

“Noo!” George whined as he fell into the water. “What is wrong with me?!” He whined.

“I like that we’re bonding! It makes a good time in the rice right? Look in the background!” Wilbur laughed as we all saw George struggling to get up from the water.

“Ok how do we get over the nub?!” Tommy asked Wilbur.

“Like leap frog!” You exclaimed as you leaped over the nub and landed perfectly. Wilbur did the same as he landed next to you. “Hey girl.”

“Hey boy.” You smiled up at him and grabbed his hand as you both turned around and watched Tommy.

“George watch this!” Tom exclaimed ad he ran at the nub and hoped over it successfully.

“Hey! Look at you Tom! Getting the hang of it.” You cheered him on as he flexed his arms and smirked. “Maybe not that.” You quickly shut him down as Wilbur laughed at you two.

“Watch this.” George said as he also ran up to the nub but quickly stopped and sat backwards on it. He shimmied his way off of the nub and landed.

“We call that the Gogy special! Hey look there’s a little canopy for us!” Wilbur pointed out as we all made our way over to it.

Tommy hugged one of the inflated poles. “Wait what are you doi- AAAA” Tommy yelled as Wilbur pushed him over.

“It’s falling!”

“Oh no! George get us- George get out!”

“He’s stuck!” George exclaimed as you all laughed at Tommy. “Get him out! Save him.”

“Tommy, me saving you is a show of our friendship and our truce that we’ve made up.”

“Ok, help me because I am falling! Why-“ Tommy screamed as Wilbur pushed his foot into the water and left him.

“Ok Tommy you need to get out.” You told the boy as you looked at him.

“Tommy just slide on, you’re making a scene!” George exclaimed.

“Yeah you’re embarrassing us in front of the life guards!” You joked at Tom as he struggled and slide his way on the platform.

You all walked never to the other part of the course and quickly made your way over it. But of course George being the clumsy person he is, fell once he jumped.

“Lord have mercy. I’m leaving.” You said as you walked off.

“What? Is poor y/n tired?! Is my baby tired?!” Wilbur exclaimed at you as you frowned and deadpanned at him.

“What do you think? I’m wearing a dress and I’m wet. I’m not exactly having the most fun. Also not to mention we barely got sleep last night.” You explained to Wilbur as you let your head fall into his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry about that! It’s my fault we stayed out late. But trust me, once we get home, we are taking a nap. And maybe having some tea. Sound good?” Wilbur asked as he kissed your forehead.

“Mhm. Sounds amazing.” You yawned out as you looked behind him and saw Tommy and George walking over to you both.

“Ok, who’s going first?” Wilbur asked as he walked over to this yellow thing you jump on. You don’t really know what it’s called.

“George goes first.” You exclaimed as Tommy agreed with you.

“3,2,1!” You’s n’s Tommy counted down together.

“Bye-bye Gogs!” Tommy said as Wilbur pathetically jumped on the inflatable that made George barely move in the air.

“Wilbur that was so pathetic!” You yelled at your boyfriend as he laughed.

“All right. Get on that.” Wilbur pointed at the inflatable as he looked at Tommy.

“Why?!”

Wilbur looked at George and ran over to him to push him into the lake, once he was successful, he looked at you and pointed at Tom as you started running at him.

“No! Y/n! Please!” Tommy said as he fell down into a fetal position. You tried to push him into the water with your leg but he just grabbed into it like it was a life support.

“Let go of my leg!”

“Or what?”

“I will kick you!”

“Yeah? You won’t! AHHHHH” Tommy screamed as you began to lightly kick his arm. But you were quickly caught off guard when you felt arms push you into the lake.

As you came up for air, you looked at George with a glare. “Oh you’re going to ducking regret that!” You said to him as you quickly got up and ran after him. “Wilbur! George! Now!” You yelled at him as he pushed George back into the water and looked at you.

“Are you ok? You look like a wet cat.” He pointed out as you held a frown on your face and your hair was soaking.

“Im cold now!” You complained as wilbur giggled and hugged you yet body close to his.

“Hey, we have body heat!” Wilbur smiled down at you.

“Is this for body heat, or just to get close to me?” You raised your eyebrow at him as he smirked and leaned in closer to you.

“Why can’t it be both?” Wilbur whispered as his lips grazed yours.

“WHAT DID I SAY IN THE BUILDING?!” Tommy yet again interrupted.

“And what did I say to you if you interrupted us again?!” Wilbur quickly left your body and ran after Tom as you laughed at the two boys.

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As the boys handled their truces and continued to fall and fumble around, and you watching and helping Wilbur push the boys into the water, you guys were finally done. Well not quite. Wilbur still wanted to settle this once in for all.

“How are you feeling about a race right now?” Wilbur asked all of you.

“I’m in!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down and almost slipped. Wilbur quickly caught you and held you close to him. “Sorry.” You looked down, your face turning red from embarrassment.

Wilbur laughed at you and continued on. “You and George are gonna run this way, right? We meet at the nub that we fought for over there right? The winner gets to launch the other off of the big floppy thing.” Wilbur concluded as George nodded.

“This is what this was all for, wasn’t it?” Tommy asked Wilbur as he smiled at the camera. “The launch. You sick fuck.” Tommy whispered to Will.

“Ok, 3,2-“

“Shit, Wilbur let’s go!” You’re exclaimed to him as you started running through obstacles and towards the nub.

“Ok, let’s go! We got this! Use those little legs of yours babe.” Wilbur cheered you on as you made quick work through the courses.

“Shit, this is the most physical activity I have done in so long.” You panted out but kept going.

“Move!” You heard George well at Tommy as you and Wilbur kept running.

Finally when Tommy and George made it to the little nub, they both fell off, leaving you and Wilbur a straight run.

“Fuck wait! I can’t.” You panted out as you stopped and fell down on the platform of the inflatable.

“Ok! We’ll let you have the win if you can make it across there.” Wilbur pointed to the later type obstacle.

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah go” you panted out to him.

“I’m a man!” Tommy exclaimed as he ran towards the obstacle, but quickly fell and lost his chance of winning.

“Yes! We fucking win! Let’s go!” You exclaimed as Wilbur helped you up and the went over to help Tom up.

“Come on, let’s go!” He held his hand out to Tommy.

“Why are you helping me?!”

“Come on soldier! Come on!”

“ I thought- why did you help me?”

“George no- George you’re ruining my moment!” Wilbur pushed him back into the water as you laughed at the scene in front of you. “Tommy I- Tommy I saved you. Cause it’s more important than teams. Come up man.” Wilbur helped Tommy up. “Now let’s get the nub.”

“Wait- I thought we won?!” You exclaimed at Wilbur as you got up and ran after them.

“Well.. we technically did but- look at George!” Wilbur giggled as you all looked at George and saw him swimming towards you all. “He’s swimming very slowly, doesn’t he?” Wilbur said. “Friends?” He held his hand out to Tom, who gladly shook it and nodded.

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After all of you got out of the obstacle course and into the building. You all dried off and called Ubers.

“Thank you Tom. Even though I still hate you for making us wear these outfits, I still had a bunch of fun.” You smiled at Tom as you hugged him.

“Anytime y/n. I do have some more vlog ideas so be ready for those!” He told you as you nodded and laughed.

“Bye man. Thanks for inviting us.” Wilbur hugged Tommy as your Uber pulled up. Wilbur took your hand and opened the door for you as you slid in. Wilbur told the Uber where to go and you were off. You leaned against Wilbur and slowly dozed off as Wilbur put one of his AirPods in your ear and rubbed your arm.

About 20 minutes later, Wilbur shook you awake. “Darling. We’re home. We can take a nap when we get in the house ok?” Wilbur whispered in your ear as you woke up and hide your face in his neck.

“Ok.” You whispered at him and slowly got out of the car and made your way into your shared apartment. You both made your way into your bedroom and got changed.

Once you were fully done you jumped into the bed next to Wilbur and nuzzles into his neck and pecked it. “I love you. So much.” You said in a whispery voice as you slowly fell asleep in the warmth of Wilbur’s arms.

“I love you too. So much darling. Now get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Wilbur whispered in your ear as he held you close to him.

Once he heard your soft snores, he smiled and slowly dozed off with you in his arms.

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 10

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: none for this chapter

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Day 123

For the first time since arriving on base, Leah was drawing outside of the comfort—and safety—of her closet, an action which she regretted before having even finished the minimalist design.

Someone had left a spare napkin on the table and she’d pulled a Sharpie from her pocket almost on instinct. It was one from the pack Caleb had sent her and she quickly found comfort in the familiar motions and the sensation of the marker gliding over the rough paper. She hadn’t realized her unusual action had drawn the attention of the other soldiers until the napkin was unceremoniously yanked out from under her hand.

“Whatcha doin’ Coleman? Doodling little love hearts? Bet you there are a bunch of little ‘BJ’s on here, aren’t there?”

She didn’t mind the teasing words, knowing he wasn’t being malicious. BJ was a softy at heart despite his gruff looking exterior. What sent her into a panic was the idea of people judging her work.

Drawing was something she did for herself—for her own taste. She knew her style didn’t appeal to everyone but that didn’t mean she was enthusiastic at the idea of having other people commenting on it.

“BJ give that back!”

She jumped up from her seat and reached for the napkin but the man just raised his arm above his head, keeping it well out of range. Before she thought better of it, she lifted one foot onto the bench and launched herself up, landing on BJ’s back. She buried her hand in his hair, forcefully yanking his head back while pushing herself up his shoulders with the other.

“Woah, easy there, cowgirl! I surrender, I surrender!” he laughed, lowering his arm and waving the napkin in front of her face. Leah released her grip on his hair, reaching forwards but BJ was faster, catching her arm with both hands. Before she could hope to defend herself, he jerked forward, pulling on her arm and sending Leah flying over his shoulder. She fell onto the table with a loud metallic clang but BJ controlled her fall, making sure that, despite the noise, she didn’t land too hard on her back.

Leah broke into a fit of giddy laughter, knowing she’d been beaten. Thankfully, it was between meal times and there were no hungry soldiers around to complain about having their barely palatable army food crushed under her weight.

Or no grumpy captain to scold them about roughhousing in the mess hall.

“Holy shit. Coleman, did you draw this?”

“No, it’s a magic marker that does it all on its own,” she sassed, rolling herself into a seated position.

“What did Coleman draw?”

Leah looked over her shoulder to find her boys walking into the mess hall. She’d been on watch with BJ most of the morning and had lingered after finishing up her late breakfast. From the looks of the guys, they’d used their morning to have a bit of a workout before attending their duties for the rest of the day.

“It’s nothing, really,” she tried to tell Jeremiah but her plight fell on deaf ears.

Ethan climbed onto the table, sitting by Leah and throwing an arm around her shoulder to keep her pinned in place while the other’s huddled around BJ to see what had him so impressed. She bit her lip, bracing herself for the barrage of criticism to come.

“Dayum, Coleman, you been holding out on us! Is this why your brother sent you the markers?”

A shy nod was her only answer.

“That’s really impressive,” Rohan complimented.

Leah looked down at her boots, mumbling her thanks. Though she didn’t show it, it was like a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She’d heard many different comments about her art. Most people said it was way too dark and that a pretty girl like her should be drawing soft landscapes or flowers rather than splattering black ink all over the page.

“Can you do skulls?”

Leah lifted her head, her eyebrows flying up. “What?”

“Can you draw a skull like this?” BJ turned the image of the grim reaper towards her.

She nodded. Of course she could draw skulls. She could probably do them blindfolded and with her left hand. It was a staple for any angsty teenager but especially her who was fond of a darker art style.

“I’ve always wanted to get one tattooed but I don’t know what it would look like once it’s on me, you know?”

“Wait, you want me to sketch one on you?”

She was sure she’d misunderstood him but BJ tipped his chin. “Is that okay?”

Leah bit her lip, considering the request. She’d doodled on her own skin a million times before so she was no stranger to working around the curved surface of a body. She had simply never done it to someone else. Plus, if she said yes, that meant getting up close and personal with the giant who’d become a good friend. Then again, they’d been wrestling just a few seconds ago, was drawing on him really so bad?

“Where do you want it?” she finally asked.

“I was thinking on the back of a calf or something.”

The calf wasn’t so bad. It didn’t require pushing the generally accepted boundaries of a platonic friendship. “Sure, I could do that.”

BJ tossed the paper on the table and began to untuck his pant leg.

“Wait, right now?” Leah asked, her voice definitely not coming out as a squeak.

BJ paused, half kneeling as he unlaced his boot. “Yeah, why not? You got anywhere you need to be?”

It was a rhetorical question since he knew damn well they both had some free time. Leah slid off the table, picking her marker up off the ground where it had fallen after her and BJ’s impromptu sparring session.

“Alright, uh,”  she looked around the room, “lay on the table, I guess.”

Ethan moved aside, so BJ could stretch out onto his stomach. Leah straddled the bench, facing the same direction as BJ, and rested her elbow between his legs. She tested the position, readjusting to be closer to the man’s feet then rolled the fabric of his pants out of the way.

“You know, if this were a real tattoo, I’d be shaving your leg first.”

BJ was one of those guys who was hairy all over and it suited him well. Luckily, the hair on his calf was a bit more sparse so it wasn’t too hard to draw over.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Princess.”

“Call me Princess again and you’ll be walking around with a thousand dicks on your leg.”

The five men laughed, taking their own seats around them to watch Leah work. No pressure, or anything.

“Hey, Rohan, smile for me real quick.”

The man did as she asked, holding the position long enough for Leah to mentally map out where each tooth should go before she began to trace a fine outline. Just because she could draw skulls blindfolded, didn’t mean she wanted to do the job half-assed and Rohan had a great smile. No one spoke as the basic design took shape.

“Did you just want a skull or did you want a background too?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it. Draw whatever and if I hate it then you can do something different after it washes off.”

Leah studied the draft skull, conjuring up an image in her head of what she wanted the final result to resemble. She settled on something simple, a partially fractured skull with curls of billowy smoke escaping from within. She didn’t have many options for shading so she decided on using dotwork to create the desired effects.

“Why is BJ sleepin’ dick down on the table where I eat?”

The mess hall had been so peacefully quiet that almost everyone startled at the sound of Captain Syverson’s deep voice. BJ, who actually had been lightly dozing, only opened one eye to find the Captain standing arms crossed in front of him.

“Coleman is taking my virginity.”

His comment earned him a slap on the back of the head before Leah dropped back into her seat.

“What? My skin is virgin, if nothing else about me.”

Leah used the moment of distraction to shrug off her jacket, setting it aside before returning to her position over BJ’s calf to put the finishing touches on her design.

“Have you shown them any of yours yet?”

Leah froze as Sy asked his question, feeling all eyes turning towards her.

“You mean you’ve got tattoos hidden somewhere under all that desert camo?” Ethan lifted an eyebrow with a suggestive smirk.

“A few,” she admitted, putting the cap back on her pen. “You’re all done, BJ.”

The man lazily pushed himself up, looking over his shoulder. He bent a few different ways before admitting defeat and sitting up to get a better look at the temporary tattoo.

“Holy shit! Coleman, I knew this would look fucking epic.”

“I’ll draw it up clean in my sketchbook tonight so you can show an artist if you ever decide to take the plunge and get it done right.”

“Done right?” he repeated. “Don’t need it done right, I need it done like this.”

Leah lowered her head again, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden influx of praise. “I’ll find you when I finish it.”

“Looking forward to it,” BJ said before he marched out of the room, leaving Leah and her team alone with Sy.

“Can you show us yours, Leah?” Benjie asked with genuine interest. A lot of the time, her sports bras concealed most of her ribs so it wasn’t surprising that they had never noticed it the few times she had been without a shirt. 

“The ones on my thighs will have to wait until I have shorts but I can show you the siren,” Leah answered, untucking her shirt.

Though Sy had perused her sketchbook, he hadn’t seen any of her tattoos either. He watched with rapt attention as Leah pulled her shirt up. Her fingers dipped under the stretchy fabric of her bra, moving it aside to expose the full body of the siren.

“Wow, you drew that too?” Rohan asked, adjusting his glasses and leaning in to get a better look.

“Yep.”

Glancing up, Leah found Sy studying the design from a few feet away. His face was impossible to read but she hoped he liked what he saw.

What she didn’t realize was that Sy was staying that far away because he liked what he saw a little too much. The display before him wasn’t meant to be erotic but with Leah’s stomach, ribs and even part of her lower breast exposed, he was afraid that if he got too close he might be tempted to touch.

“You should do Sy next,” Jeremiah suggested, pulling a protein bar from his pocket and taking a big bite out of it. That boy was always eating. How he kept his eight-pack, Leah would never know. Especially because his appetite was always worsened by a good workout.

“The hell she is,” Sy answered. He had nothing against tattoos, but he knew his Mama would have a fit if he ever showed up at her porch with a mark on his skin. Although, the suggestion did make him wonder what she would draw on him. Or what her hands would feel like on him.

“I bet a chest piece would look good on you.”

Not for the first time, Leah regretted having spoken as soon as she’d finished her sentence. She only hoped that it wasn’t too obvious that she’d actually thought of that before. At first she had considered whether or not he had any tattoos hiding under those tight, muscle-fitting shirts. That is, until she saw him shirtless for the first time and began imagining what she would design to fit the wide expanse of his chest.

“Doubt you’d be able to get much done under his chest hair. You’d definitely have to shave him first,” Jeremiah laughed. Leah was grateful that he was messing with Sy rather than with her.

“I’m gonna reiterate that this is a ‘hell no’ type of situation.” It wasn’t actually but he couldn’t let them know that.

“Why not?”

Had she been the one to say that? Yes, yes she had. Shit. Sy’s expression of surprise mirrored her own.

“You actually want to do this?”

An opportunity to see her vision come to life and getting to touch Sy all wrapped into one? Yes, of course she wanted to do it. The idea was all too alluring but nothing good could come of it.

“I’ve never really drawn on anyone but myself,” Leah shrugged, hoping to appear indifferent rather than eager, “it could be a fun challenge to have a big canvas to work with.”

“Tell ya what,” Sy began, tilting his head from side to side and cracking his neck, “you beat me at hold ‘em, I shave and I let ya draw whatever ya want on me.”

“Ooooh,” the boys said in unison.

“What if I lose?” There had to be a catch. He was probably going to say something outrageous just to get her to back down.

“You’ll owe me one.”

How very cryptic. It was obvious that Sy didn’t think he would lose. She had never actually played against him since the guys had opted for ‘Never have I’ the only time he’d offered to deal her in. If she accepted it would just be the two of them. That alone had Leah nervous but she couldn’t let it show. She had to mask her emotions as well as he did—better even—if she wanted to have any hope of winning. 

“You’re on, Cap.”

The acceptance of his challenge was followed by a chorus of oohs from her men.

“Cards are in my office.”

“You got a razor in there too?” she teased, taking her jacket from the table and following Sy out of the mess hall.

Sy had gotten used to Leah’s sarcasm but this was different. This wasn’t her lashing out as a defense mechanism, this was a friendly taunt. For months Leah had kept her distance. Every once in a while she would let him in just a fraction then pull away but that hadn’t happened after she brought Aika back. Leah checked in at least once a day to see how he and Aika were doing and help Sy with obedience drills. As it turned out, she’d done the basic sit and down commands when feeding her and they were now working on stay and heel. Those half hours together were the best part of his day. And hers.

“You boys gonna sit around and watch the show?” Sy called.

“We actually gotta get cleaned up,” Benjie said, ever the voice of reason, “but as soon as we are done we will be back to see what Leah’s decided to mark you with for the foreseeable future.”

Just like that, the men were gone, leaving Leah and Sy alone as they arrived in his office. She took a seat at the metal table while Sy moved around the desk to pull the old card deck from the drawer. He sat opposite Leah, shuffling them three times before dealing their cards.

“How many hands you wanna play?”

“If we play a fixed number of hands then it’s all luck. Let’s play with twenty each,” Leah answered. “Gotta give you a shot of winning at least once.”

Sy shook his head with a smirk then gestured for her to pick up her cards while he pulled a tin of busted chips from a nearby shelf. It wasn’t a full set and the colors were a little mismatched like some of them had been bleached from the sun but it would do just fine since the pot wasn’t the actual reward.

Leah’s first hand was nothing special. She had two pairs but with the cards on the table, Sy could easily have a straight or a flush. She had decided to use the hand to test his tells and followed every time he raised.

Like she expected, Sy revealed his cards to show he had a straight. “You keep bettin’ like that and I won’t even have to try to beat you. Do you even know what hands are better?”

Leah ignored his comment, collecting the cards for her turn to deal. With practiced ease, she shuffled the cards and quickly dealt out the next hand. This time, they didn’t make it to showing their hands, Sy folded after the river was flipped. Despite the cards on the table showing a perfect setup for a straight flush, Leah actually only had a Jack high card. She knew from the start she would win the hand but being patient had allowed her to get Sy to waste a few more chips.

The game progressed slowly with Leah taking a small lead after several hands but she kept waiting for the right moment to make a more aggressive move.

It was Sy’s turn to deal and Leah had a pair of threes. The first card of the flop was a queen followed by a six then a ten. If Sy had any of those cards in his hand, he’d have a higher pair than Leah. Two of the revealed cards were clubs so she decided to keep going and choose whether or not to fold after the next card was revealed. With any luck, she’d get a flush and she’d be able to win the hand.

Sy, however, seemed to sense her hesitation because he raised rather than simply following her moderate bet. Not wanting to turn back just yet, she added the necessary chips.

When Sy turned the next card, Leah fought to keep her composure.

A three. Sy had turned another three. With the cards on the table, there were limited possibilities as to Sy’s current hand. There was a chance he had two pairs which her hand would beat, or he could also have three of a kind which would be higher than her own.

“You okay there, Coleman?” Leah looked up at Sy leaning forward on the table. “Didn’t get that club card you were hopin’ for?”

Shit. He was good, but she was better.

“Maybe it’s you who didn’t get it. You got a high queen then?”

Sy brushed the pad of his thumb back and forth against the corner of his cards. For most of the game Sy’s body had been relaxed, leaning back against his chair. Now he was behaving with exceeding confidence, trying to look imposing. Either he was baiting her because he really did have a decent hand or he was bluffing and hoping she would fold before he did.

There was still a possibility that she would get a full-house from the river card which would put her in a good position to win.

“I’m not letting you play your little mind games on me. If you want to find out whether or not your theory is right, it’ll cost you.”

She picked up more chips that her hand was worth and tossed them into the pot.

Sy followed suit without blinking.

Setting down his two cards, Sy took his sweet time picking up the deck, burning the top card and slowly turning the next one over into its spot on the desk. The entire time, he never let his eyes drift away from Leah’s.

She broke the staring contest first, her gaze flickering down to the last card on the left.

This was her chance to make him go all in. She had to make him think with absolute certainty that she had no hand and that all she needed was for him to fold.

She counted out her chips, making a show of double checking that she had a few left over if Sy went all in. Then, she took only about half of her available chips and pushed them into the center.

Sy smirked, looking down at the card on the table for the first time. He didn’t bother double checking his hand, as soon as he saw the card, he pushed all his chips forward.

“If you wanna find out, it’ll cost ya.”

There it was. Sy had reacted exactly like she had hoped. As soon as she moved the necessary chips forward, Sy’s confident facade faltered. He clenched his jaw, his tongue darting out to like his lips.

“I hope you’ve got a nice fresh razor. You’re going to need it.” Leah flipped her cards revealing the pair of threes in her hand. “I don’t need to see your cards to know that you’re beat. The only thing that’s better four of a kind is a straight flush or a royal flush and you don’t have the cards for that to even be possible.”

Sy dropped his hand on the table, revealing his pair of queens. Had it not been for the fourth three on the river, she’d have lost. As it was, he had a full-house. It was a good hand—especially with queens over threes—but it wasn’t good enough.

“What do I need to do to get outta this?” Sy asked in a pointed tone.

Leah sat back, chewing on her lip. Was he that disgusted at the idea of having her draw on him? Or did he just want to avoid the humiliation of having to shave his chest? This hadn’t even been her idea, so why was she fighting so hard to make it happen? Because, unlike with BJ, Leah wanted an excuse to get closer to Sy.

“You said I needed to find a way to make nice and bond with the guys. Well, I’m bonding.”

The Captain let out a slow sigh, looking up at the ceiling for a few long seconds.

“Fine,” he eventually conceded, “but I ain’t lyin’ on no hard ass table. Find some other way to make this work.

Leah considered her options for a moment looking around the office.

“I might be able to get a good angle if I just sat in front of you but the markers wouldn’t work so well. It would have to be a bed or…”

Sy pulled his gaze away from the ceiling to find Leah sporting a full on blush. Oh, he definitely needed to know what was on her mind. “Or what?”

She’d momentarily lost track of where she was and who she was talking to. Or maybe her subconscious knew exactly where she was and who she was talking to.

“I could always sit on your lap while you leaned back in a chair.”

“Yeah… that ain’t happenin’.” No matter how appealing that idea was. Sy rubbed his hand over his head then down his beard. “Fine. Come to my room in ten mikes.”

Chapter 11

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Words: 3.8K

Synopsis: Jake and Josh can be such Tauruses sometimes. Jake picks a pointless fight with Josh and it takes them one week to finally let it go (oddly enough, based on the Barenaked Ladies song, One Week) 

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking, rough housing

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7 Days

Josh laid in his bunk on their tour bus, bumping up and down with every pothole the driver seemed to be hitting on purpose, leafing through one of Sam’s books that he had left sitting around. It was some kind of sci-fi story about machines becoming sentient or something and, as gripping as the story probably was, Josh could feel his eyes starting to droop. He would have been out within the next few minutes if it wasn’t for Jake tearing the curtain back from his bunk and thrusting his head inside. 

“Woah!” Josh called out, juggling the book in his hands and losing his page. He met Jake’s eyes and saw that his face looked placid, although pensive, as if something was on his mind. “Can’t a guy get some peace and quiet?” he decided it was safe to ask. Jake met his eyes and cocked his head to the side. 

“I’m angry,” he stated flatly, as if he was giving someone his sandwich order. 

“Okay?” Josh guessed. Sometimes it was hard to read exactly what was going through his twin’s head; the guy was like an enigma half the time. 

“At you,” Jake finally finished his sentence, as if he had just decided that fact in the moment. 

“At me?” Josh was growing wary. “What did I do?”

“You know what you did,” Jake’s tone was disturbingly level. Josh decided it was best to hide behind the hardcover of Sam’s book as an extra layer of protection in case Jake started to get physical. He was acting like a ticking time bomb, and it made Josh’s skin crawl. 

“I don’t think I do,” Josh responded, his face shoved in the book. “I think you’re probably mad at Sam instead.” 

“No, it’s you,” Jake retorted. Josh snuck a peek at his brother and saw that he was gazing at Josh in interest, as if challenging him. 

“I feel like you’re just trying to get a rise out of me. We’ve been on this bus long enough, you’re bored and want something exciting to do.” 

“You’re crazy,” Jake stepped away from Josh’s bunk to throw his hands up in the air. Josh heard him stomp to the back of the bus where he started to violently thrash away on his acoustic guitar. That seemed to settle that. Josh knew Jake well enough: he had nailed it on the head and Jake was upset that he saw through his bullshit. He’d have to try a lot harder to get Josh riled up for his own entertainment. 

Josh flipped through the pages of the book, trying to find where he had left off while listening to Jake’s rapid strumming patterns echoing through the bus over Danny and Sam’s chatter. They were in the front of the bus playing cards, keeping out of Jake and Josh’s business: they knew better than to get involved in any of their irrational arguments. Josh was certain that they had listened to everything though. Things could get really boring on the bus. 

He finally found where he had left off and started to read a few more sentences that flew straight over his head when he heard Jake’s guitar playing come to a stop and his footsteps approaching his bunk once more. Josh said a silent prayer, hoping that Jake’s fury wasn’t returning for a second round. He heard Jake knock on the wood outside his bunk and cautiously peeled the curtain back so he was eye to eye with his brother. Jake dropped the hand he had used to knock back to his side and held both his hands in tight fists. 

“I’m sorry,” he said down to the ground. Josh studied him and knew deep in his gut that he should accept his apology and move on, but Josh was a Taurus. He wasn’t built that way. 

“I don’t accept your apology,” he said, closing the curtain on Jake’s face. Josh wished he could have taken a photo of the look Jake made as he did that: he looked as though he had just walked in on Dave Grohl in the bathroom. 

“Really?” he called from the other side of the curtain. 

“Really,” Josh calmly replied back, opening his book once more. He heard Jake huff and trudge to the front of the bus, where he was sure to be complaining to Sam and Danny. Josh couldn’t help but grin. 

5 Days

For the most part, things remained civil between the two brothers, albeit tense. They had a show the next day, so Josh spent the majority of the day in solitude on vocal rest like he always did, meaning Jake couldn’t bother him too much. He had received a pretty gnarly glare from Jake across the table during breakfast, but that was to be expected. Being on stage with him wasn’t an issue: the adrenaline of playing in front of a crowd allowed them to forget their turmoil for a couple of hours. Josh even gave Jake a playful slap on the ass after his Broken Bells solo, which he returned with a full on body check. The audience loved it. 

It was good timing that Jita was in town for the show, since Jake got a hotel room for them both to enjoy. Josh was glad he didn’t have to worry about Jake slamming his feet into the bottom of his bunk for the second night in a row. So, after a restful night’s sleep, he woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to explore around Orlando on their day off. He had an elaborate plan for the day to try and find some gators out in the wild, but that was put on hold when he received an off putting text from Jake. 

Come to my hotel room. Now. 

Josh knew that it was about the argument Jake had tried to start the night prior, and that it had probably kept him up all night because he couldn’t handle Josh not accepting his apology. As much as Josh wanted to ignore his message, he was too curious not to comply. That’s why, twenty minutes later, Josh exited his Uber ride and made his way up to Jake’s hotel room. It was on the top floor (Jake liked to splurge as much as he could to feel more like a rockstar) and Josh was surprised to see that Jake had even gone out of his way to book an executive suite. Without thinking twice, Josh rapped on the mahogany door loudly. He could hear Jake coming on the other side of the door and then, within seconds, they were facing one another. 

“Come in,” Jake broke the silence, opening the door wider. Josh entered the hotel room slowly, keeping an eye out for any traps Jake might have set (again, he had done it before). “There’s no booby traps,” Jake sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. 

“You said that last time and yet I still wound up with a tranquilizer dart in my neck,” Josh begged to differ. 

“I swear on our mom’s life,” Jake said. Josh knew he was telling the truth if he was swearing on their mom. He made his way deeper into the room and scanned around. 

“Where’s Jita?” 

“She went down to get some breakfast.”

“Oh. Is she doing okay?” 

“Yeah, she’s good.” 

They both studied the ground as the silence consumed them. Josh started to regret coming over; it was obvious that Jake wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to happen. Josh was contemplating whether or not he should prompt Jake to say something when Jake finally cleared his throat. 

“Why didn’t you accept my apology?” he finally asked. 

“Because you tried to start a fight with me,” Josh replied, taking a seat on the nice leather loveseat in the corner of the room. 

“But I apologized,” Jake leaned closer to Josh, trying to search his eyes to see where he had gone wrong. “What more do you want?” 

Josh could only shrug. He knew that he would be better off telling Jake that he did forgive him since it was plain as day that it was eating the poor guy alive, but a part of him was still pissed that Jake had even thought to argue with him, entirely unprompted. He felt it was justified that he give Jake a few more days to drown in concern and confusion. 

“Come on,” Jake groaned, “you have to tell me.” 

“No I don’t,” Josh replied. He could see that Jake’s eyes were starting to turn red as his frustration simmered to the surface. 

“Josh.” His voice was rock hard. Josh closed his eyes and sealed his mouth shut, shaking his head back and forth like a toddler. What came next, he probably should have seen coming, but it still threw him off nonetheless. “You little shit,” Jake hissed. With his eyes still closed, Josh felt Jake’s body slam into his, knocking him onto the carpet so Josh’s bare knees slid across the carpet until he was sprawled on the floor. Jake laid on top of him, heaving breaths in and out, and Josh tried to shove him off. Jake started to shove back but Josh got a good elbow in, catching him in the jaw so he cried out in pain, giving Josh the exit to tear him off. He rolled away from Jake, who was now also laying on the floor clutching at his face, and pushed himself upright. To his surprise, he found that he was laughing. Jake took a pause from wiping at his face and leaned up to look at his brother in confusion. 

“I knew you were going to do that,” Josh explained in between his hearty laughs. There was still a trace of anger left in Jake’s face but, the longer Josh laughed, the more the lines in his brow lessened. 

“You made me do it,” he softly murmured as he brushed his hair out of his face with a small grin peeking from his pursed lips. Josh continued to laugh and, pretty soon, Jake was smiling alongside him. 

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked with hope glimmering in his eyes. 

Josh immediately stopped laughing. 

“No.” 

3 Days

After Josh shot him down, Jake was quick to hop to his feet and threatened to tackle Josh again. Josh had never left a room faster in his life, mostly because he didn’t want his knees to get anymore battered from the carpet than they already were. For the next two days, Josh knew that, for his safety, he needed to keep a safe distance between him and Jake. They had gotten into arguments over stupider things that had lasted longer, so it didn’t bother him, but he also knew that Jake’s buttons could only be pressed so much. 

As it always happened when they got into an argument, Sam and Danny went to their designated twin to try and get information out of them to see if they could reach a peace agreement. Danny was always assigned to Jake because he could usually rationalize with him while Sam gladly took Josh since it gave them the opportunity to gossip. 

Sam and Josh were sitting in the green room, waiting for their turn to do soundcheck when Sam looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow at Josh. 

“You wanna explain what’s going on between you and Jake?” 

“Yes,” Josh quickly replied, making Sam break out into a smile. 

“Spill.” 

“I was minding my business and he came up out of nowhere and was all in my face for no reason. So, of course I’m gonna be pissed at him and not forgive him immediately, right?” 

“Why was he mad at you in the first place?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Josh wasn’t sure he liked how exasperated he sounded. Maybe the whole thing was starting to take a toll on him. “He was just being an ass.” 

Josh threw himself back in his seat and let out a loud groan to try and earn some pity points. Sam was usually more than willing to take Josh’s side in arguments, mostly because they both agreed that it was fun to see how crimson Jake’s face could get when he was angry. He looked back at his younger brother and realized that his face was scrunched in thought. 

“Well, you actually did do something,” Sam carefully sounded out his words. It took a lot of courage for him to stand up to Josh. Josh racked his brain to think of what he could have possibly done that Sam also knew about. 

“Oh,” Josh’s face fell. 

Earlier that week, while they were driving from Nashville down to Florida, Josh had downed one too many drinks and thought it would be funny to open the tour bus window and serenade those around them who were equally stuck in traffic by playing Jake’s harmonica. The booze gave him liquid courage which meant he thought he was playing on a level that would make Phil Wiggins drop to his knees in defeat. Everyone else on the bus would tell you that he sounded like he was having a squeaky asthma attack, but they let him have his fun. That is, until his fingers, slicked in sweat from overexerting himself, lost hold of the harmonica so it clamored out the window and was promptly run over by an 18-wheeler. Jake hadn’t attacked him after he did that (probably because he was at the front of the bus with a bottle of bud in his hand, somehow gazing at nothing and everything at once) so Josh assumed he was off the hook. Apparently he wasn't. 

“Yeah,” Sam looked at Josh. “Oh.” 

Josh started to uncomfortably squirm around in his seat. So he had done something wrong, and Jake had every right to confront him about it, even if he wasn’t upfront about what the matter was. Josh had to admit that made him feel a level of guilt that he didn’t like. But he also knew that he was in too deep and couldn’t tap out. 

“You’re not going to apologize to him, are you?” Sam decided after reading Josh’s twisted expression. Josh let out a short exhale and shook his head. 

“I can’t do it.” 

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Outside the venue, Jake and Danny were hanging around near where the trucks were being unloaded. Danny watched as Jake made a pretty impressive show of kicking a rock around and then, when he had seen enough, reached down to grab the rock and chucked it off into the distance. 

“Hey!” Jake complained as he watched the rock soar out of view. 

“Have you and Josh made up yet?” Danny asked since he knew that he had Jake’s full attention. 

“No,” Jake frowned, kicking around at nothing since all the good rocks were gone. “I’m not even upset about the harmonica anymore, I just wish we could move on.” 

“You know, it wasn’t even really Josh’s fault that he dropped the harmonica,” Danny pointed out. Jake snapped his head back up to look at the drummer, arching an inquisitive eyebrow. “I don’t know if you remember, but Sam bumped into him while he was playing,” Danny continued. “That’s how the harmonica got knocked out of his hands.” 

“Leave it to clumsy Sam,” Jake mumbled. 

“He was trying to dance to Josh’s music,” Danny looked like he was reliving the scene in his head. “I think we should keep him off the tequila moving forward.” 

“That’s probably for the best,” Jake agreed. “Man, now I feel bad for being so harsh with Josh.” 

“I mean, he was touching your harmonica,” Danny pointed out. 

“I’ve let him play it before, it’s not like it’s off limits.” 

“It probably should be. He’s really bad at playing it.” 

“He’s no Papa Kiszka, that’s for sure.” 

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Josh had left Sam in the greenroom to try and get some air to clear his head. The whole thing was so juvenile. He really missed spending time with his brother, writing music and playing impromptu games of punch buggy so their arms were constantly bruised. He was the one prolonging things, which meant that he was in the driver’s seat when it came to moving forward. As Josh opened the doors to the side of the arena and felt the sun greet him, he let out a huff. The problem was, admitting to Jake that he was wrong was like a form of torture that Jigsaw could only dream of. He knew that Jake would hold it over him for the rest of his life. 

Oh wow, that’s a really nice harmonica, it reminds me of the one you dropped out our tour bus window, Josh. 

This song would sound really good with a harmonica. Too bad I don’t have one anymore. 

Congrats to my brother for marrying the love of his life. If only my harmonica could have been here to witness this beautiful matrimony as well. 

Josh couldn’t bear the thought. He could buy Jake a thousand harmonicas and it would still never be enough. He hated himself for it, but Josh rationalized that the best thing he could do was ignore the situation outright. Maybe it would fade away. 

Yesterday

Jake and Josh both had to bite the bullet and get on their tour bus so they could head up to South Carolina for their next show. They didn’t say a word to each other and Josh could see that Sam and Danny were cautiously watching them from a distance, but not intervening. It was a pleasant surprise that Jake didn’t kick the shit out of the bottom of Josh’s bed or purposefully make groaning noises all night, so he woke up in a good mood. 

While he made a strong pot of coffee, he gazed out the window at the passing trees and ruminated on the dream that had woken him up. He and Jake were both filling in for Scully and Mulder in an X-files episode and they had been tasked with solving the mystery of a man named Harrison Ford (who wasn’t the Harrison Ford) who had an unfathomable amount of chicken in his stomach. Upon reflection, the dream made no sense, but he was comforted by it in the sense that he and Jake were working closely together and, most importantly, talking to each other. 

The coffee maker started to beep and he removed the pot to fill himself a tall mug, the potent smell immediately waking him up. He turned on his heel to move to the couch in the back of the bus but stopped when he saw Jake slowly crawl out from his bed and let out a deep yawn. For a second Josh considered diving out the window to avoid his brother, but ultimately decided to turn away, looking like he was preoccupied with something. He could hear Jake’s knees pop as he stood upright and shuffled to the bathroom and slowly turned away from the wall when it seemed like the coast was clear. With Jake out of the way, it seemed like he had a clear shot to the solitude of his bunk. 

He nearly made it, but bumped straight into Jake as he walked out of the bathroom. Both of them made the same grunting noise at the contact and hopped away from one another. They both started to say sorry, but then stopped themselves. Josh studied the ground for a second, but then looked back up at his brother and was surprised to see that he was smiling. Josh couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Where’s the fire?” Jake joked in his groggy morning voice. 

“Fire? Where?” Josh pretended to look around in a frenzy. At that, Danny’s head jerked out from his bunk, his eyes wide and scanning the bus.

“There’s a fire?” His voice was shrill. 

“No, go back to sleep,” Jake gave him an apologetic smile. Danny stared between the two brothers for an awkward length of silence and then swung his curtain back shut and threw himself back against his pillows. 

“Are you feeling good about Greenville?” Josh tried to make conversation. Jake seemed caught off guard by Josh’s question and gave a half-shrug. 

“It’s been fun to play live again, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve for the rest of the show.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

“How about you?” 

“I have to agree with you there, I’m feeling good.”

Their eyes met again and Jake made a small motion towards the back of the bus. 

“I was going to head back and watch some Kurosawa, wanna come?”  

“Kurosawa? Since when do you watch Kurosawa?” Josh was surprised. 

“Since I want to impress you and convince you to spend time with me,” Jake shrugged. Josh, for the life of him, couldn’t argue with that. Jake knew exactly how to get him to come back around. 

Today

Since they had a free day, the tour bus took a detour to Atlanta so the guys could check out the botanical garden and Olympic Park. Josh could tell that Sam and Danny were still being cautious around them, most likely because they had slept in so late the day before, they completely missed Jake and Josh sitting together on the back couch, enjoying Rashomon. Sure, they spent the rest of the day apart, but being close to his twin in that moment brought Josh a level of comfort that was hard to find anywhere else. 

That was why, as they stepped off the bus and started to walk towards the entrance to the gardens, Josh grabbed onto Jake’s shoulder. Jake whirled around to face him, his eyes just barely visible beneath his sunglasses, looking surprised. 

“What?” he asked. 

Josh noted that Sam and Danny were far enough ahead that they were out of earshot, and sucked in a deep breath. It was going to be hard to say, but he had to let it out. 

“Um,” he found himself stalling. 

“I’m sorry,” Jake said it before he could. 

“What?” Josh couldn’t believe his ears. “What are you sorry about?” 

“I don’t know, I’m just sorry,” Jake shrugged. 

“Well, I’m sorry too,” Josh finally felt the confidence he needed to get it out. “Your harmonica didn’t deserve to go out that way.” 

“Picking a fight with you wasn’t cool,” Jake spoke over Josh. “I should have done it to Sam, he was the one who bumped into you and caused you to drop the harmonica.” 

“Wait, Sam did that?” Josh stopped in his tracks. 

“Uh huh,” Jake said. “Danny was a narc and told me everything.” 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Josh wiggled his eyebrows first at Jake, and then ahead at Sam. Jake followed his line of sight and was quickly nodding his head. 

“Oh yeah,” he said. 

“Let’s pick a fight with Sam,” they both decided at the same time. 

Sam was about to feel the wrath of the Tauruses.

[babyboy-cody]

uhhhh not to be cliche but what abt willard and his sweetheart’s first time sleeping together, it’s just a nice thought 🥺

The night was filled with soft laughter, tender touches, and gentle gazing in the eyes. The endless amount of compliments Willard gave your cooking and appearance had you blushing for minutes. It felt like you were teenagers again, so incredibly shy over ever little thing he did or said. But that’s what made him fall more and more in love with you. The way you became so flustered in just seconds makes him want to do it more, and just the sounds of your soft laughter makes his heart jump. As you peered at him across the table, you can make out the hearts in his eyes as he rests his jaw on his fist, his eyes never leaving yours for a second. His other arm was crossed over the table, his long thumb tapping against the knitted cloth lightly.

“Wanna know somethin’, peach?” He suddenly asks, his voice low and gentle as he doesn’t want to ruin this romantic moment between him and his sweet girl.

“What’s that, Will?” You shyly rest and rest your jaw on your hand, desperate to get closer to him but not wanting him to forget his words.

“Ain’t ever felt this before with anyone,” he mutters and chuckles to himself. “Ain’t ever had someone care for me as much as you, love me as much as you, and the list can go on and on, darlin’.”

“Will..” you were speechless.

“We’ve been together since we were kids and I don’t see myself bein’ with someone that ain’t you. I’m gonna marry you one day, peach. I promise you. It’s just gonna take some time for me to get the money to get a beautiful ring on that pretty lil finger of yours. But I’m promisin’ you. I will marry you,” he speaks so sincerely and genuine, the hearts in his eyes never leave as yours tear up graciously.

You don’t say anything for a moment, and it’s beginning to worry Willard. He’s not sure if you’re crying out of sadness or happiness. He’s not sure if he’s the one you want to marry in the future or start a family. But to him, you’re his soulmate, his person, his number one girl. He’s not sure what to say then and there as you choke back a sob.

“Peach,” he whispers and stands up to move to the seat closer to you. “Look at me.” He ducks his head to catch your tearing gaze, his large hands cupping your smooth jaw to wipe his thumbs under your eyes. “I mean what I said. You hear me?”

“Yeah,” you whisper and sniffle as you let out a shaky laugh, your smaller hands holding onto his wrists to keep his own pressed against your face, needing to feel him at that moment – that skin to skin contact was always enough to keep you grounded. “I feel the same, Will. I see myself being Misses Russell and havin’ our own children runnin’ around.” Willard lets out a hearty laugh and wipes away a lone tear that slides down your rosy cheek. “I picture them to be two little boys and a girl.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles and pulls your chair closer to him, causing you to gasp and blush fiercly as you forget how strong he was sometimes. “You want me to get you all pregnant with my children?”

You nod and look at his plump lips before looking up at his dark green eyes, his pupils wide and black. One of his hands moves from your cheek and slowly moves down to your chest, his fingers playing with the buttons of your dress. His thumb trails over your erect nipples, and you have to swallow down a gasp when he lightly pinches the sensitive nub.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, peach,” Willard tells you with a little grin on his smug face.

His hand lowers even further down as it disappears between your thighs and underneath your dress. The minute his fingers touched your desperate clothed core, your thighs immediately shut and you grabbed his wrist to holt him.

“Will!” You gasped, eyes wide and cheeks red.

“What?” He grinned wolfishly and scooted closer to your trembling body as he pushed his hand further against your clothed pussy until his fingers were pressed against your clit. “I think it’s time you begin to feel good, peach. You don’t know how hard it is seeing you scurry around in those little dresses of yours and not bein’ able to slide right between these thighs and fuck you until the sun comes up.” He torturously rubs circles on your clit, savoring your little noises and the way you try to keep your eyes from rolling back.

He suddenly slides his hands into your panties, causing you to press your back against the wooden chair you’re seated on. Willard rubs his fingers all around your pooling slick, the damp fabric of your panties snug against his knuckles. He curses lowly to himself at the feeling of your wetness. He can’t even imagine how tight you’re going to be when he dips his fingers inside.

“Tell me what you want, peach. Just use your words and I’ll give you whatever your heart desires,” he tells you, grinning and chuckling when you let out a small squeak when he he taps his fingers against your swelling clit.

“I-I need... I need... mmph..” You can barely keep your eyes open, let alone speak like Willard wants you to. He hasn’t even done anything except some heavy petting. You didn’t realize how sensitive you really were, but he has that effect on you. “Need more.”

When your eyes open, he pulls his hand away and grabs your face in his hands to pull you close to him. When his lips finally touch yours, you let out a soft moan of relief. You desperately push your lips harder against his as your hands hold onto the sides of his neck, your fingers curling into his soft hair. As his warm tongue enters your mouth, you’re eager to taste him. The faint taste of wine on his tongue was intoxicating and made your pussy ache for more. You nibbled on his bottom lip, reveling the deep groan that makes his broad chest vibrate.

“Please, Willard,” you desperately beg as you pull away from his lips. “Please give me what I need.”

“I’m gonna give it to you, peach,” he mumbles and suddenly stands up so fast that the chair legs scratch behind him on the wooden floor.

You stand as well, putting your hands on his shoulders as he lifts you by your thighs. You squeal and hold onto him tightly as he blindly walks around the corner to your shared bedroom. He kisses you so slow and deep as he bumps into furniture along the way. You giggle against his lips as he enters the bedroom and kicks the door closed with his foot. He lays you on the bed, forcing a gasp out of your chest. You lift up on your elbows and plant your feet on the bed, slowly spreading your thighs as your dress pools around your hips. Willard groans deep and begins to unbutton his plaid shirt, showcasing his white wife beater.

“Come on, big boy,” you call to him in a sultry voice, making a come hither motion with your finger as you bite down on your bottom lip as he removes his plaid shirt.

“Yeah?” His voice was husky and it made you exhale a shaky breath quietly as he slowly slides his massive hands down your thighs to hook his fingers into your white cotton panties before slowly pulling them down, all while maintaining strict eye contact with you.

You suddenly felt shy when he threw your panties to the corner. And then you were suddenly aware that you and Willard were going to make the next step as an unmarried couple. Your thighs shut and you sit up fully straight, pulling your dress down to cover yourself. Willard pulls away and takes a seat right next to you, noticing how nervous you suddenly seemed.

“What’s goin’ on, peach? Did I do somethin’?” He asks you so gently and softly, not sure if he should take your hand in his or press himself close enough so he can pull you into his arms.

“You did nothing wrong, Will,” you assured him, laying a hand on his arm lightly. “It’s just.. isn’t it wrong? We ain’t even married yet.”

“So?” He laughs lightly. “This is somethin’ we both want, right?” You nod and hum an affirmation. “And we both love each other.” You nod again. “So what’s stoppin’ us from finally connectin’ as a whole?”

You sat there quietly for a few long seconds, taking in his words and letting it go through your head. You were always learned that performing sexual acts before marriage was a sin, and the thought of you not getting into heaven terrified you because you were a good girl growing up. Willard changed that, however. He showed you more than you’ve been taught in your lifetime. And you wanted to explore lots of things with him, married or unmarried. He’s your forever man and you’ve never been more ready until now.

“Take me, Willard,” you whispered, gently placing a hand on his cheek to draw his head towards yours. “I need you to make love to me like it’s the end of the world and all we got is each other.”

He says nothing more. Instead, he leans in close and presses his warm lips to yours, pulling a sweet moan from you as your other hand goes to the other side of his neck. Willard’s hands curl around your hips and he pushes you back gently to lay you flat on the bed. When your thighs spread open to accommodate his large body, you become aware that just a few moments ago he removed your panties. You blush and let out a small whine of embarrassment, lightly biting your thumb between your teeth. Willard pressed hot, wet kisses up and down your neck, grinning wolfishly when he felt your hips jerk against him.

“So sensitive,” he comments in your ear, his hot breath against your skin causing your eyes to close and your thighs to jerk around his hips.

He unbuttons the four buttons that keep the chest area of your dress closed and snug. When you feel the cool air of your room hit your warm skin, that’s immediately replaced by Willard’s lips. He kisses the valley between your breasts, humming lowly as he pushes the fabric aside and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You throw your head back and gasp, moaning wantonly and grabbing onto his arms. Your hands are everywhere. In his hair, grabbing onto his wife beater, grabbing the sheets. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, this time using his teeth and gently scraping the sensitive erect bud.

“Oh god,” you cried out, feeling the tingling sensation in your stomach increase as you thrashed your hips around, desperate to ease that pressure. “Please, please, oh please.”

“What do you need, peach?” Willard asks you lowly, pushing hair away from your face to take in your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the blown out pupils of your eyes. “Tell me and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“More, I need more,” you gasped, almost on the verge of crying because of how needy you are, the feeling in your core becoming almost too intense to handle. “Please, fix it.”

“Fuck.. how could I say no to those pretty little sounds of yours?” He pulls away briefly to remove your dress completely, leaving you bare and out of breath under him. “Look at my pretty little peach.” He reaches a hand down to brush his thumb across your warm, pink cheek. You nudged your head closer and closed your eyes with a smile, giggling softly as you open them to find Willard grinning as if he’s won the jackpot.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Will?” You shyly asked, trying so hard not to cover yourself.

“Cause.. you’re gonna be my wife,” he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head to get himself out of the daydreams of your future ahead. “And we’re gonna grow old together with all our children. Just you and me, yeah?”

You nod and smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. Willard removes his tank top amd begins unbuckling his brown belt. “Let me,” you stop him and sit yourself up so you’re within eye level with his stomach. He looks down at you with parted lips as you shyly kiss up and down his slim stomach, his tan skin so warm and soft against your lips. You pull his belt from the hoops and lay it on the floor. As you unbutton and pull the zipper of his pants down, you became aware of his hardness staring right at you. Your mouth waters and you can’t stop yourself from eagerly pulling down his boxers and taking his tip into your mouth, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“P-Peach,” he huffs out a disbelieved laugh and throws his head back, groaning quietly as you suck more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his leaking tip. He huffs out a small laugh as you eagerly lower your head to take more of him down your throat, easily swallowing him up. His eyes widen when you barely gag as he looks down at you in shock, your lips nearly touching his pelvis as you look up at him with those teary, beautiful, doe eyes that he fell in love with so long ago. “Christ, you really know what you’re doin’, huh?”

You pull off of him with a lewd wet pop, wiping your lips shyly with the back of your hand. You smile bashfully and twiddled your fingers. “Did I do good?”

He grabbed your cheeks and eagerly kissed your wet lips, groaning and breathing softly against them. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes, acknowledging your blown out pupils and flushed cheeks. “Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” he huskily tells you. “Now lie back. Go on now.”

You lie back and eagerly spread your thighs when he began to shrug off the rest of his clothes. You bit your lip and curled your toes in anticipation when he settled on his knees between your spread thighs. His large, warm hands settled in the crook of your knees before he pushed them towards your chest and spread them even wider, forcing your cunt lips to spread apart as well.

“Will!” You exclaimed, giggling into your hands as you covered your face. “What’re you doin’?!”

“Since you got to have a taste,” he lowly tells you as he lowers his head to press kisses on your lower stomach, slowly moving towards your inner thighs as he licks and nips the skin gently. “It’s only fair if I get a little taste too.”

As his kisses get closer and closer to your core, you wiggle your hips impatiently, desperate for him to devour you as if you were his last meal. He seems to get the hint as he looks up at you with those muddy green eyes. When his tongue touches your clit, you whimpered and refrained from shutting your thighs. He sucks your clit into his mouth, groaning low in his throat as his tongue eagerly licks up your wetness. This new sensation felt so weird and so good, you needed more of it. Willard licks and sucks all around, getting you even more wet from his saliva. When his tongue slowly enters your tight hole, your eyes roll back and you desperately grab onto his head.

“Oh, fuck!” That’s the first time you’ve ever cursed, but it sounds like music to his ears. “Please, please, oh please, Will.”

“Best meal I ever had,” he breathlessly says, his tongue flattening over your clit with such pressure that it makes your thighs quiver and toes curl. “So sweet just like a peach.”

He crawls up towards your body and brackets his arms on either side of your head. The skin to skin contact felt amazing. It made you feel safe and grounded and comfortable. His skin was warm and clammy and soft against yours. With his chest brushing against your hardened nipples and his cock laying against your dripping cunt, you couldn’t be more ready for the next step. You look up at him with such love in your eyes that it nearly made him emotional. He pushes your hair back from your sweaty brow and kisses you so gently.

“Make love to me, Willard,” you whisper against his lips, peering into his eyes and pushing his hair back from his forehead. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck, darlin’. When you talk like that, it’s enough to make a man cum right then and there,” he whispers and kisses your swollen lips once more. “Ready? You can back out any time, okay? I want it to be special.”

“I’m more than ready,” you tell him as you wiggle your hips, moaning softly as his cock slides against your clit. “Please, Willard. Don’t make me beg more.”

He reaches between your slick bodies and grabs his cock, slowly grinding between your puffy cunt lips to gather that wetness. You mewled and buried your face in his shoulder as he very slowly pushes inside inch by inch. Your mouth falls open as you swallow down a gasp, your nails lightly digging into the skin of his arms as your toes curl on either side of his thighs. He huffs out a small laugh in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise at the nape of your neck. It stung so good, the girth of him filling you so perfectly. He slowly pushes every inch inside you until his pelvis is touching yours completely. You pant softly and pull him down for a passionate kiss with tongue and teeth involved.

He grinds against you, loving how sharp and high pitched your gasps are and how you try so hard not to let your eyes roll back. He watches your brow muscles twitch when he pulls back and fucks into you with a hard thrust. He tests the waters and does it again, and again, and again. Soon he finds a rhythm that has you moaning loudly in his neck. He groans and grunts, clenching his jaw as your tightness envelopes him repeatedly. The slick sounds of his balls slapping against your dripping wet lips makes him so animalistic. He grabs your jaw and pushes your head back into the pillows, needing to watch you as he fucks you nice and good.

“You like this, honey?” He breathes heavily, eyes threatening to shut when you clench around him involuntarily. “You’re taking me so good, you know that, right?” You nod and hold onto his biceps tight when he speeds his hips. “That’s my girl.”

The churning in the lower pit of your stomach is slowly increasing. You throw your head back to cry up at God, pleading for that strong release and begging for forgiveness at the intense amount of pleasure you’re receiving. It’s all so sinful, but so right. Willard’s cock filled you to the brim, making it almost impossible to concentrate on forming words. You mumble incoherently and scratch down his back.

“W-Will,” you squeaked, your eyes filling with tears as he fucks you. You can’t even think as every one of your senses are clouded with him. He kisses you again as your small body jolts with every thrust. “Mmmpphh..”

“You feel so good,” he whispers huskily, lowering his head to kiss up and down your neck, wrapping his arms under your back to hold you tighter to his body. “You make me so happy, peach.” The first few tears slide down your cheeks, and then you can’t stop them. Even when he’s fucking the daylights out of you, he’s still so sweet and romantic.

“Y-You make me s-so happy too,” you cry out, curling your toes so hard that you feel them crack. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” he grunts, passionately kissing you once more. “My pretty little soon-to-be wife.”

His hand trails down the side of your thigh before grabbing it and hiking it further up his hip. The angle made him reach deeper than he did before. Your eyes widened as you let out a small shout, your body trembling as you feel your slick sliding down your hole and onto the covers. Willard grins wolfishly and kisses your forehead as he slows his hips down to a deep grind. Your eyes cross and roll back as you groan, your hands desperately grabbing at any part of him.

“I f-feel..” you couldn’t get your words out when his smooth pelvis rubs your clit and his cock twitches inside of you. “Will...”

“You feel what, honey?” He chuckles and begins to fuck you again, holding the back of your neck and lowering his forehead onto yours. “Gonna cum?”

You frantically nod and hold onto the sides of his neck. His hot breaths spew onto your lips. You kiss him again, lightly nibbling his bottom lip as you softly cry out again. You feel that tingly sensation spread all over your lower half. Your entire body is buzzing with excited nerves. You feel a little dizzy. You can feel it; that throbbing in your core. Before you can warn him, you feel this little knot explode, causing your back to arch and your head to throw back into the pillows as you cry out in pure ecstasy. Willard moans gruffly and sits up on his knees, grabbing your hips, and fucking you hard enough to make the metal headboard and bed springs creak. You grab onto the pillows and close your thighs shut as you nearly finish your orgasm. He forcefully spreads your thighs and throws his own head back as he presses himself deep inside before cumming inside you. His abdominal muscles clench as he lets out a strained groan when you clench around him. Breathlessly, you giggle at him. He looks up at you with a lovesick grin.

“What?” He asks as he slowly pulls out of you, biting his bottom lip as he sees his cum dripping out of your inflamed pussy. “Fuck..”

“We just had sex,” you giggled again and bashfully covered your face. “My mama will be so upset.”

“Which is why this will be our little secret,” he tells you as he removes your hands from your face. “I love you so much, Y/N. I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone but you.”

“I love you more, Will,” you tell him quietly as he leans down to give your lips a gentle kiss, his thumb brushing across your warm cheeks as he pulls away and gazes down at you so lovingly. As you both are wrapped up in your little bubble in your small home, you couldn’t wait for what the future has in stored for you.

[songbirdsingingthings]

Dangerous Waters - Steve Harrington x Reader

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WARNINGS: Angst to Fluff, Mentions of injury, Language, S4 E7 spoilers

Summary: Hunting down a portal that Vecna had caused wasn’t your idea of a fun night and it most definitely didn’t help that you and your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, are at odds because of a previous argument. However, all of that gets put aside when Steve gets dragged underwater and is put in the direct line of danger.

A/N: Again, spoilers for S4 E7! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.8K

The water rocked the little fishing boat with such severity that it just added more to the already tense situation. With Nancy and Robin at your side and Eddie sitting across from you, Steve was as far as he could possibly be, which was fine with you. You didn’t even want to talk to him anyways. Just looking at him made you frustrated beyond belief.

Silence settled on the boat as Eddie and Robin used oars to push the lot of you closer to where the compass in Nancy’s palm was pointing towards. You white-knuckled your flashlight, as did Steve, looking over the side of the boat for anything out of the ordinary. While the beam of light was steady, you were anything but. An opening into the upside down was one thing – an opening into the upside down located at the bottom of Lover’s Lake? Insane. Utterly and completely insane.

A couple of little fish flitted by, twirling around and gliding by, both headed in the same direction. You frowned, but kept your light on them. A day ago, you probably would have cooed at the scene and thought stupid little romantic thoughts. ‘Aww, those fish are like me and Steve! Even though we don’t take the same exact path, we’re headed in the same direction, together.’ Now you wished a catfish would come up from the depths and swallow one of the minnows.

“Woah,” Nancy says, breaking the quiet and startling you, “woah, woah, woah, slow down.” The compass in Nancy’s hand rattled and spun, clearly upset at whatever was going on. Quickly, Eddie and Robin pushed their oars in the opposite direction to settle the boat into a stand-still. Nancy leaned forward with the compass, as did everyone else, both you and Steve shining your flashlights onto the tool. Dustin’s true north compass was going haywire.

“Whoa…” Steve breathes, unbelieving of the situation. Then, the walkie talkie crackles to life.

“Guys, what’s going on? Come on guys, talk to me, what’s going on?” Dustin’s voice sputtered through the speaker as Robin picked it up.

“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘aah!’.” Robin said, explaining what was going on to the best of her ability. You were still so engrossed in the flitting of the needle that you didn’t notice Steve silently slipping off his shoes.

“Steve? What are you doing?” Nancy’s words snapped you back to reality and forced your eyes on Steve. You watched in confusion as he set his sneakers underneath one of the little boat benches.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” Steve said, like it was common sense. “Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then…” He said trailing off. You were shaking your head unconsciously. No, no, no. As much as your boyfriend pissed you off right now, so much as to want him off the boat, you did not want to send him down to the murky depths of Lovers Lake.

“Four years.” You state, drawing everyone’s attention to you. “I’ve been a certified lifeguard for four years.” Steve rolls his eyes slightly.

“Y/N, this isn’t a competition.”

“Four years of being a certified lifeguard and five years on the swim team.” Steve frowned and his eyebrows narrowed.

“Like I said, this isn’t a–”

“I’m going down there. I can top your qualifications, so I’m going to look.” You say definitively. You make quick work of your shoes and socks and slip off your sweater, leaving you in just your jeans and top. Steve shakes his head and begins to stand up.

“It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, his voice feeling far away. “I do not wanna go down there.” He wordlessly gets a plastic bag out from who knows where, fitting a flashlight inside. As Steve began taking off that yellow sweater which, much to your chagrin, you adored on him, you stood up to match his stance. Eddie held the light up, which both you and Steve grabbed at the same time. The two of you matched your gaze, neither of you backing down.

“Steve,” you say his name through gritted teeth, “I’m going down there, whether you like it or not.” Without a second thought, Steve brushed back a strand of hair that was in your face behind your ear, touching the shell of it lightly. You hesitate slightly, letting Steve have the advantage as he slipped the flashlight from your grasp.

“No. I am.” Quickly, Steve shoved his sweater into your hands and dived off the side of the boat, rocking it slightly, and disappeared into the dark water. You stand still in shock for a few moments, looking at your friends. Nancy’s eyes were wide and Eddie was trying to light a cigarette but was thwarted by Robin plucking it from his fingers and tossing it into the lake.

“Y/N… you can sit back down.” Robin suggests. But you can’t. You just keep standing, your flashlight on the spot where Steve descended into the murky depths. You’re frozen and will not thaw until your boyfriend comes back.

It was like the world had halted its course of movement and time was no longer relevant. You stood stagnant for what seemed like mere seconds but also hours. Your thoughts were only proven wrong when Robin asked for a time check.

“Where are we at Wheeler?” She asked, her voice flimsy.

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy said, trying to keep her tone steady. You heard Robin mumble an “okay,” but kept your eyes trained on the water lapping at the fishing boat. Not speaking, just thinking about that argument you and Steve had just yesterday.

“Steve, is it so crazy that I want to go to meet your parents?!” You exclaimed, hands in fists by your waist.

“Obviously not Y/N, it’s just that- that I’m not sure it’s the best idea.” Steve says, exasperated, his hands in his hair. Your eyebrows knit at his comment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that my parents aren’t the kind of people who you’d really want to meet.” Steve said, looking anywhere else than where you were.

“I’m your girlfriend, they seriously don’t want to meet me?”

“No, that’s not it–”

“Or do you not want them to meet me?!” You exclaim, folding your arms tightly.

“Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”

“You’re not denying it!” You shout, raising your arms and letting them fall to your side.

“Y/N, Y/N! You’re not listening to me! I’m just saying it’s not the best idea!” You shake your head and sigh.

“I didn’t think you meeting my parents was the best idea and it was fine.” You explain, a serious and slightly shake tone accompanying your words.

“Y/N/N, your idea of a bad idea is your mom showing all your baby pictures and your dad getting into an in depth conversation about his research.” Your face heats as your brain replays the memories of when Steve first met your parents. You can still see him sitting next to your mom as she leafed through several pictures and recounted early memories of your childhood. You can see Steve at your dinner table, actively engaging as your dad went into the nitty-gritty details of his research focus, nodding his head at all the right times and asking questions. Your fears were quelled, so why wouldn’t his be?

“Do you think I’m going to fuck up that badly?” You ask, stone faced. Behind Steve’s eyes, you could see him scrambling for a way to answer your question, but he comes up with none. Scoffing, you turn away from him before he could see the tears in your eyes. “Screw you, Harrington.”

You heard someone drumming their fingers on their leg in impatience, another one huffs, and the third bounces their knees. You were about to ask for another time check, but a loud and large splash caused you to stumble and fall into the boat, your heart lurching in your chest.

“OH CHRIST!” Eddie yelped, everyone else gasping in fright. The splash revealed Steve, treading water and taking deep breaths.

“I found it,” he says, swimming closer towards the boat.

“You found it?!” Nancy exclaims, relief and surprise evident in her voice.

“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” Steve sort of sputters, breathless and now hanging onto the side of the boat. You could hear the sighs of relief behind you, but the only thing on your mind was the boy in front of you. Shimmying your way towards where Steve was, you kept your eyes on his – and his were on yours.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate.” Robin gushes, communicating with the trio of freshmen on the shores of Lovers Lake.

“It’s pretty wild,” Your boyfriend is, giving you sort of a lopsided and breathless smile. “It’s more of a snack-size gate than the big mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He’s panting through his words and you almost let out a laugh at his comment, but it’s shoved right back down your throat when Steve unexpectedly gets dunked back underwater. You’re already on the edge of the boat, but your three friends behind you clamor towards where Steve was. Almost as quickly as he was submerged, he popped back up with a severely confused look on his face. He looks at the water, then back at you. Before either of you could utter a word, he’s violently dragged back underneath. And this time, it doesn’t look like he’s coming back up. He was the minnow that got swallowed by the catfish.

“STEVE!” You scream, disbelief circling your mind. But there was no time for that. Instantly, you shuck the blanket that you had wrapped around yourself and dive head first into the murky waters. The second your body hits the water, a chill works its way through your bones. The water is cold, almost to the point of freezing, and Steve was nowhere to be seen. You look around, your floating hair obscuring your vision for a few moments. You use your arm to brush the strands away, and that’s when you see the dim, but glowing, red light stemming from the bottom of the lake. Pitching yourself downward, you began your descent, kicking your legs and using your arms to push you further and further towards the portal. No matter what Steve had said, whether it was snack-size or a big mama, the portal was terrifying. Any movie or comic book trying to create a sort of sci-fi replication of the portal could never do it justice. Tendrils seemed to wrap around it and the atmosphere was dark on the other side. But Steve had been dragged through there, and so, you will follow.

The portal had swallowed you and spit you back out about five feet into the air. You waved your arms around, trying to catch your bearings, before gravity slammed you back into the Earth. You gasp, the fall knocking the wind out of your lungs, before scrambling to your feet. And that’s when you see him. Steve, on the ground, shaking his legs and grasping at the tendril that's wrapped around his throat. Biting at his torso, biting at his legs, constricting his ability to breathe were bats of the sickest kind. Your eyes flit from side to side, trying to see if there’s something you could use to swat them away. Lo and behold, an oar was resting just meters away from Steve. Running, you snatch it into your hands and aim directly for one biting into his exposed chest. The oar makes direct contact with the creature, knocking it a few feet away before it limps and flies away into the distorted sky. Steve meets your eye and then glances sideways to where you had a feeling, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie were standing behind you. 

“Hey there,” you murmur. And after that one little comment, a fight breaks out – some of Hawkins High’s best and brightest versus creatures from another dimension. Piece of cake. After a while of swinging and swatting, bludgeoning and beating, Steve finishes off the last of the bats by ripping its body apart and tossing its bottom half sideways. His breaths are heavy as he spits blood from his mouth, but he’s okay. “Steve,” you whisper, running to him but staying away an arms length. You rake your eyes over his torso, inspecting all of the bites and checking to see if he was truly alright.

“They took about a pound of flesh,” he remarks, his fatigue evident. “But other than that. Never been better,” he says. You nod and press your lips together, because you can already feel the tears welling in your eyes. Steve leans down just a bit to fully meet your eyes. “Y/N. I’m okay.” His brown doe eyes meet yours and the softness of his face makes yours crumble. You let the floodgates open and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest. One of his arms wraps around your waist, his other hand coming up to brush your hair, twirling some of the strands with his fingers. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” He whispers. Whether he was saying it reaffirm to you or to reaffirm himself, he was there and alive.

“Uh, do you think these bats have rabies?” Robin’s question strikes you so much that you pull away from Steve, looking at her with a confused expression. Steve’s face mirrored yours.

“What?” Steve asked, squinting his eyes.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon because once symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.” Robin’s momentary word vomit gets interrupted by the chittering of more bats, the swarm landing to guard your exit from the Upside Down. The five of you move to compact yourself closer together, assuming a sort of battle formation.

“Alright, that’s not that many.” Steve suggests, tilting his head a bit causing his hair to flop forward. “We can take ‘em, right?” It was a shame Steve didn’t knock on wood. All of a sudden, it seemed like thousands of those bats were headed right towards your group, ensuring that leaving the Upside Down would not be achieved through the snack size portal.

“The woods, come on!” Nancy says, taking off towards the spindly trees. Without a second thought, the rest of you are off, following Hawkins High’s “it” girl into the treacherous-looking forest.

After a while of running, the swarm eventually caught up to your rag-tag group, causing the five of you to clamber under a boulder, the Upside Down’s version of Skull Rock. You tried to keep your breathing even as you heard the shrieks of the tentacle bats and the cracking of thunder. To put it simply, this place was utterly terrifying.

“Oh… okay. That was close.” Robin said, relieved as she crawled out of Skull Rock’s cover.

“Too close,” Eddie remarked, following Nancy as the rest of you walked back into the clearing of the woods. 

“Oh, sh…shit.” Steve stammered, all but collapsing onto the boulder. You whip your head around.

“Steve?” You ask, stopping in your tracks. “Oh my god.” Your eyes fall on where one of the bats had latched onto him, revealing a deep gash where blood seemed to have been leaking from for quite a while.

“I’m fine,” he says, trying to pass it off.

“No, you’re not.” You say pointedly, walking right up to him to get a better look at the wound. “Good god Steve, you’re losing blood. Sit down, come on.” You help your boyfriend slide down the rock to sit down on one of the smaller rocks. Assessing it quickly, you see that it’s a deep puncture wound with no signs of the bleeding stopping. You think, just for a moment, before starting to rip the lower portion of your shirt off to serve as a bandage.

“Okay,” Robin says, settling down next to you, “So the good news is I’m pretty sure woozieness is not a symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive like you want to punch me, let me know.”

“Robin,” Steve grits out.

“Yeah?” She asks, hopeful yet worried.

“I kinda wanna punch you.” You laugh despite the situation and Robin joins you.

“Sense of humor is still intact. That’s a good sign.” Robin remarks.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, a strained smile on his face. Finally, you manage to fully rip the fabric off. Holding it up before Steve’s wound, you’re thankful it looks big enough. You meet Steve’s eyes and the both of you give a hesitant nod.

“Okay,” you say as Steve peels himself away from the wall, giving you the ability to wrap the cloth around his body. “You ready?”

“Yep. Fire away,” Steve grimaces. You try to be as efficient as you can, wrapping the cloth as quickly as possible while making sure it’s as painless yet thorough as it could be. However, now was the hard part – tightening it.

“Sorry,” you murmur, cinching it and wrapping it back around towards his abdominals.

“It’s okay,” he manages, but you can tell he’s moments away from yelling out in pain.

“Is it too tight? Not tight enough?” You ask before folding the remaining strands away.

“No, it’s good.” He assures you. Getting what was essentially a go-ahead, you tuck away the cotton and smooth it out. “Thank you.” You’re quiet for a few moments.

“I don’t have to meet your parents.” Is what you finally say, shocking him a bit.

“Huh?”

“If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I don’t have to do it. You and your feelings are more important than my preconceived notions of how relationships should work.” You tell him.

“Y/N–”

“Steve, really.” You give him a small smile. “I understand that cookie-cutter relationships aren’t really a thing, so we don’t have to do everything or anything that other people do.” Steve sighs as a smile works its way back onto his face.

“When I was saying it was a bad idea, it had absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. Well, my dad really. I want you to meet my mom. Maybe when we get back and things aren’t all…?”

“Scary? And thunder-y? And with a lot less bats?” You suggest, causing Steve’s smile to break out into a full on grin.

“I love you.” He says, taking your face with his hands and pressing a searing kiss to your lips. It’s soft but with a hint of something fierce. You both know you have company around so there wasn’t a chance that the kiss could be an introduction to a full on make-out session, but it said everything that those many kisses could say.

“I love you, too.” A big boom of thunder makes you flinch, bringing you back to the present. Helping Steve to his feet again, you wander out from under Skull Rock.

“So, uh… this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” Eddie asks, his voice echoing throughout the clearing.

“Pretty much,” you affirm. As Eddie’s about to hop down from whatever rock he was using to survey the land, Nancy stops him.

“Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.” She warns.

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here. They’re like ‘one,’, or something. Step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve explains. Eddie nods his head and frowns.

“Shit.” He starts to make his way down, avoiding all of the tendrils.

“But everything from our world is here except people, right?” Robin wonders.

“More or less,” you nod.

“So we could go and grab weapons, food, anything we need from the police station right?” Robin suggests.

“Yeah, dunno if Hawkins is gonna have grenades, Robin.” Steve says, a deadpanned look on his face. “But maybe guns.”

“We don’t have to go all the way downtown for that, though.” Nancy interjects. “I have guns… in my bedroom.”

“Seriously? You’re not lying?” Eddie asks with a skeptical tone.

“That’s a perfect idea. Reminds me of when I was with you and Jonathan, fighting that thing the first time around.” You remark, gaining a reminiscent smile from your friend.

“Yeah, well, you almost shot me with the one she gave you.” Steve remembered, nudging you. A playful smile erupted on your cheeks.

“Who could blame me? We were hunting monsters and there you come in, barreling through the door like a bat out of… well,” you say laughing a bit. Steve’s gaze is on yours again, doe eyes back in full effect when a jean-jacket vest collides with him.

“For your modesty, dude.” Eddie says. Both you and Steve gave him a look, but before you could rip Eddie a new one, the ground began to shake. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie clung to each other to try and remain upright but ended up laying on the ground whereas Steve hooked an arm around your waist and held you to him, bracing the both of you against skull rock. You could feel his breath hot against your neck as he panted, keeping the both of you safe as he dug his feet into the ground. Thankfully it stopped before harm could really have been done, but the wailing of bats made your group focus up. Even as the shaking stopped, Steve kept his arm fully encircled around you, keeping you close.

“Should probably get those guns,” you breathed.

“Yeah guns seem like a good idea to me.” Eddie agreed.

“Yeah, me too.” Robin says. You twist around in Steve’s grasp to kiss his jaw. He nods and lets you go, putting on the jean vest swiftly.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He takes your hand in his and begins the journey towards the Wheeler’s house. You know what you’re up against is anything but a walk in the park and that monsters roam in every corner and facet of this dimension. But somehow, you feel peace in the way that Steve holds your hand. You feel his callouses, the skin tough from wielding that baseball bat to ward off demogorgons and demodogs. You’re able to trace the indents and lines, pretending for just a second you know what they mean. And when he squeezes your hand? You know he’s with you – forever and always, through thick and thin. 

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➪the one where you and nick spend halloween together. (request)

WARNINGS: smut, drinking, smoking, established relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, descriptions of smut, slight innocence kink, mentions of drugs, mentions of drugging

Happy Halloween, beauts!

Word Count: 3.8k

You couldn’t believe you had managed to convince Nick to go with you to the Halloween party your best friend threw every year. Considering his love-hate relationship with the holiday, to say you were surprised when he said yes would be a massive understatement. 

  It was the same old thing, wear a costume, bring a guest if you want and prepare for a wild night. Your nights were never wild, they were actually pretty boring, but you still went every year in support of your friend of over a decade. 

  You weren’t one to go overboard with your costume, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention with an over the top outfit. This year was no exception, though the only change was that you and Nick would be wearing matching costumes. Sort of. 

  The white dress reached to the middle of your thighs, the fabric more flimsy than you had hoped for. It was too late to change now, though, so you would have to deal with the slightly uncomfortable dress for the time being. 

  You applied a gloss over your blush colored lips, finishing off your somewhat natural makeup look. Your eyeshadow was light brown, the black winged liner done neatly on top of it. The only thing that was missing was the halo that would complete your outfit. 

  Before you could grab the headpiece, Nick poked his head in from his place in the bathroom. “I have a question,” he said before his eyes widened at your appearance. “Woah.”

  A small, shy smile formed on your lips and you turned to look at him. “You like?”

  “I love,” he said and walked over to you, his mouth turning upwards in a smirk. 

  You shook your head, your hands sliding up his bright red shirt and resting on his chest while his grabbed your waist. “What’s your question?”

  Nick looked confused for a second before he remembered why he even entered the room in the first place. “I was going to ask how in the hell this was supposed to be a couples costume,” he said, his voice quickly becoming laced with lust. “But I think I just figured it out.”

  You laughed, standing on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain without meaning to. “You haven’t seen the best part,” you say and move away from him, reaching into the bag that was on your shared bed. “I bought these this morning while you were asleep.”

  You handed him the devil ears, the color of them matching his shirt perfectly. His brows raise slightly as he takes them from you. “Had I known I’d be wearing something this degrading, I probably wouldn’t have agreed to go,”

  You rolled your eyes, taking out the halo that you would be wearing, along with the medium sized angel wings from your closet. Nick sat on the bed, watching as you put on your accessories, his own being left forgotten beside him. 

  When your costume is complete, you do a small spin, your body being nearly encased in the wings, and turn to face your boyfriend of two years. “So,” you start. “What do you think?”

  Nick looked you up and down, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as he stood up. “I think,” he trailed off, walking in a circle around you to be able to take in your costume in its entirety. “We should forget about this party and stay home instead.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling your back against his front. He had to crane his neck around your wings to be able to place a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his lips moving higher until they were just below your ear. 

  “We can’t,” you say, yet make no effort to pull away from him, even going as far as titling your head to the side so he could kiss all up and down your neck. “I made a promise.”

  “I didn’t,” he replied, leaning down further so he could give you a proper kiss, but you finally regained your self control and moved away from him.

  “You promised me,” you point out, watching as he gave you an annoyed look.

  “Fine,” he gave in, taking the devil horns from you once again when you picked them up from the bed. He stood in front of the mirror and raised the band over his head, looking at himself in disgust once the ears were on. “Oh, God. We’re really going to be that couple?”

  “Yes,” you finish off his costume with the dark red cape that fell past his waist. “There. Now you look as hot as the devil himself.”

  “A cape?” Nick groaned, turning and watching as it moved with him. “That doesn’t even make sense.” To be fair, Nick looked extremely attractive in that moment. You convinced him to let you put grey and purple eyeshadow around his eyes to make them look sunken in and, well, dead, and you had a hard time not jumping on him right then and there. 

  “It makes you look hot. That should be more than enough to justify it,”

  “You’re killing me,” he said, grabbing his keys from the nightstand. “Come on, let’s go humiliate your boyfriend for two hours.”

-

The party was….well, a party. 

  It had the same over the top decorations as always, loud music and more booze than you’d see at any bar anywhere. 

  Your friend, Maeve, welcomed both you and Nick with a hug, thanking you for coming to her annual party before disappearing to go and consume more alcohol. 

  That was around an hour ago and you hadn’t seen her since. During her previous parties, she never left your side, but that was because you always came by yourself. This time you brought Nick, so she most likely didn’t feel the need to spend the entire time with you since you wouldn’t be alone.  

  You and Nick were sitting on the couch in the crowded living room, the smell of smoke and beer filling your senses. You weren’t actually on the couch, Nick insisting that you sit on his lap instead, something you weren’t at all opposed to doing. It was extremely packed with people, so being so close to Nick put you at ease and calmed your small case of social anxiety. 

  The music, while nice to listen to at first, was quickly making you go deaf and you hid your face in Nick’s shoulder, needing to turn your body uncomfortably as your back was pressed to his front. His arms were wrapped loosely around your frame, a plastic cup of some fruity flavored beer in his hand that he was holding for you. You had originally placed the cup on the coffee table in front of you, but Nick didn’t trust a single one of the guys here, all of which were giving you gross looks that showed exactly what they wanted to do with you. 

  There was no way you’d willingly let any of them touch you, so there was a very real chance that they’d try to slip something in your drink to ensure that they have their way with you, something Nick made sure would never happen. 

  Man, this party sucks. 

  But, Nick would stay as long as you wanted to, keeping his thoughts that screamed get me the fuck out of here to himself. 

  You were beginning to regret wearing the wings as they pressed into your back painfully, and you could only imagine that Nick’s chest was being protruded uncomfortably by the cheap wire as well. That mixed with your distaste for the smell of smoke had you standing up, taking your cup from his hand and putting it on the coffee table once again. You held your hands out to Nick, pulling him up and leading him out of the living room once he grabbed them.

  When you were outside, you breathed in the fresh air, relieved that the smell of weed and beer were subsiding. You lean against the brick wall, your wings actually doing you a favor and preventing your back from getting scratched up, and pull Nick close to you. One of his hands found your waist while the other pressed against the wall next to your head, holding his body above yours. 

   “I’m sorry this was so unbelievably lame,” you mutter, your fingers playing with the string of his cape. “I thought that since you would be there with me this time it would be more fun.”

  Nick looked down at you, a quirk in his brow and a playful grin on his lips. 

  “These parties are never fun,”

  He laughs and brushes his nose against yours, placing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay,” he says, his hand scrunching up your dress before smoothing it back down. “The night’s not over yet.”

  That was true, it was only nearing ten and the party would most likely be going on all night, with or without your presence there. No one would notice your absence, except maybe Maeve, but she was nowhere to be found. 

  You stand on the tips of your toes, your hands sliding up to grip the sides of Nick’s face as you press your lips to his. His hand that was above your head finds home on your jaw, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss. 

  Seeing as it was October and the colder weather was more prominent with each passing day, the cool air made goosebumps form on your skin. Your dress did nothing to protect you from the cold and you found yourself pressing into Nick for two reasons; one to deepen the kiss and two to absorb his body heat. 

  It only helped a little and when you pulled away from him, your lips quivered when a gust of wind passed. “We should go home,” you suggest, watching as Nick nodded and took your hand in his, pulling across the street to where his car was.

  The alcohol consumed by the pair of you was close to being non-existent. Nick hadn’t had anything to drink and you only had a small sip of the fruity beer, refraining from downing the cup to pass the time. 

  As soon as you and Nick stepped foot in your apartment, the cape you loved so much in such a short time was off and discarded on the table next to the front door. “I can’t believe you made me wear that,” he muttered.

  “I didn’t make you do anything,” you point out, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. “You wore it because you love me.”

  “I do,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Go put that video on while I make popcorn.”

  The video in question was Evil Dead. You had rented it specifically to watch on Halloween so you were quite happy that you ended up leaving the party early to spend the rest of the night alone with Nick. It was even better that both you and him were big horror movie fans. 

  As you wait for the film to load, you take the opportunity to take off the uncomfortable angel wings as well as the halo. You were glad you didn’t spend all that much money on the costume as you wore it for a pretty short amount of time.  

  Tossing the accessories onto the coffee table, you lay back on the couch and lazily throw a blanket over your body. Just as Nick returned with a large bowl, the doorbell went off. He groaned and put the bowl on your lap before he went to answer it. 

  You snack on the popcorn, grinning once you hear the voices of a couple of happy kids. “Trick or treat!” 

  You were glad you ended up buying a box of candy for this exact reason. Your apartment building was very much populated and it seemed as if every other door was the home to a pair of parents and a couple of kids. You’d even go as far as to say that you and Nick were the only couple that wasn’t married and didn’t have kids in the whole complex. 

  “I guess that box was worth it in the end,” Nick said once he sat next to you. He wasn’t much of a candy eater so he didn’t see the point when you bought the box and placed a bowl of candy on the table by the door. He understood now as you both were home this year. Last Halloween, you spent most of your night at Maeve’s party while he spent his drinking and watching stupid movies with a few of his close friends, leaving your apartment empty until you both came home the next morning. 

  “Never doubt me again,” you say, leaning into his side when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, both your eyes glued to the screen as the movie started. 

  Throughout the film, Nick kept his one arm around your shoulder and the hand of his other on your thigh. That hand, however, slowly began moving upwards and inwards, inching closer and closer to that one spot that only he was allowed to see. 

  More than once had you grabbed his wrist and placed his wandering hand in his lap, but each time he moved it back and higher than before. “Nick,” you say slowly, trying to control your shaky voice. 

  He hums, moving his head to place a kiss below your ear. 

  “I’m trying to watch the movie,” you mutter, but you knew your attention was quickly being pulled away from the film as Nick’s lips trailed down your neck. 

  “Go ahead,” he mumbled, taking the half eaten popcorn bowl away from you and putting it on the coffee table. He sat back, pulling you so you were on top of him, your back pressed to his front. “I’m not stopping you.”

  You pulled on the blanket, your fingers gripping it as you tried to relax your shoulders. Nick was making that near impossible as his hand reached around you and rested on your thigh, slowly sliding your dress up. 

  Even though your eyes were on the screen, your thoughts and mind were solely on the man behind you. The man whose hand was inching closer and closer to the place that was quickly beginning to ache with need for him. 

  “Nick,” you try again but don’t continue what you were going to say as his fingers slid up and down your clothed heat. He went back to kissing your neck, this time sucking a mark on your shoulder. 

  “Watch the movie,” he said and you let out a sigh of frustration. 

  You wondered if he had this in mind all along, get you so worked up then tell you to keep watching a movie you no longer had any interest in.  

  “You watch the movie,” you muttered, your hand squeezing the blanket in hopes to remain in control. 

  “What, you want me to stop?” He asks, beginning to pull his hand away when you quickly shook your head and grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand between your legs. 

  “No,” you say, embarrassed at how needy he had made you without even really touching you. 

  Nick laughed, but not in a mocking way. He gripped your waist and sat up, making you sit up with him, and moved his mouth so it was next to your ear. “Lie down,” he instructed and you moved to face him, inching backwards until your head was against the armrest opposite from him. 

  The movie was completely forgotten about as Nick crawled on top of you, his lips pressed to yours. It was a quick yet intimate kiss and he pulled away to trail his lips down your neck. He went lower and lower until he was at the bottom of your dress. He slid the flimsy fabric up and bunched it at your waist.

  One of his arms wrapped around your thigh, holding your legs open, while his free hand slipped your white underwear down your legs, tossing the lacey fabric aside. He was in no rush, clearly, as his index and middle fingers ran up and down your folds, teasing you to no end. “Nick, fuck, do something, please,” if it was his goal to get you to beg, then he achieved that.

  He smirked up at you. “Aren’t you needy?” He hummed. “How am I supposed to give you the treat if I don’t trick you a little first?”

  His devil horns were long gone, discarded with his cape by the front door. His eyes were still dark with the grey and purple you applied to them earlier, and the darkness of your living room made him look nothing short of sinister. You’d be lying through your teeth if you were to say that the sight didn’t turn you on to no end. 

  You sucked in through your teeth when he, despite his words, leaned down to wrap his lips around your bundle of nerves. He sucked and licked, doing anything and everything he knew would make you fall apart for him.

  Your hand went to his hair, massaging his somewhat sore scalp. Those horns definitely came with a price to wear. 

  Nick’s fingers returned to their teasing ways, gathering your slickness on them before pushing past your folds, sliding inside you as far as they could go. Once he was knuckle deep, he set a brutally slow pace while his assault on your clit never stopped. 

  Your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked without meaning to. Nick’s free hand reached up to yours that was resting on your stomach. He laces your fingers together, your eyes meeting his when they open again. “Fuck, Nick,” you moaned, tightening your hold on his hand. “You’re so good to me, fuck. I love you.”

  Your mind was a mess at this point, any rational thought being scrambled as his fingers fucked you into a frenzy. Nick released your clit with a pop, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. “I’m only good to you because of how perfect you are to me,” he said, watching your face scrunch up at the quickening pace of his fingers and from his words. “I love you, too.” 

  His pace went from quick to slow then rough to gentle and it had your eyes closing and your mouth opening, moans freely leaving it every time his fingers entered you. 

  Your eyes shoot open when his fingers suddenly disappear and you look down, watching as Nick placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them dry of your juices. “What?” He asks after he meets your glaring eyes. “You thought I was going to get you off using my fingers? Don’t be greedy, baby.” 

  His hand leaves yours and both grip your thighs, spreading your legs apart once more before his mouth returns to you. This time, instead of his fingers, his tongue slipping past your folds and delving inside you. 

  “Oh my, God,” you whispered, even though it would appear that the devil himself was going down on you and not God. 

  Nick hummed against you, sending vibrations straight to your core.

  You looked ethereal like this. You were, without a doubt, an angel. It wasn’t just a costume. Sure, tonight gave you the opportunity to look the part, but Nick wholeheartedly believed that you were a fallen angel, one that fell right into his lap and was utterly and completely his for the taking. 

  His to corrupt, his to taint and his darken for the rest of his life. 

  You were the beacon of light in his otherwise dark world and you had been since the day you met, being the light he never knew he needed or even wanted. He had you and you had him. 

  Your couple costumes were more spot on than you would ever know, you an innocent and bright angel and him an evil and dark devil.

  Maybe that’s what had him so hell bent on getting you off in any way he could. To have you falling apart for him dressed like something straight out heaven was more satisfying than anything he could think of at that moment. 

  His tongue fucked into you, pressing against your walls in a way that had you seeing white for a few seconds. 

  Your hands gripped and tugged his hair while you fought off the urges to grind your hips upwards, not that Nick’s firm hold on your waist would allow you to do that, anyway. “So good,” you whimpered, sparing a glance at the man responsible for the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that flooded through you. He looked so good like this, his brow furrowed in focus and his lips and chin glistening as his tongue made a mess of you. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  Nick smirked against you, his tongue leaving you to lick a stripe up your folds, flattening against your clit. 

  You weren’t going to last much longer, that much was obvious as your legs were beginning to shake out of your control. “I’m close,” you all but whined, holding his hair in a death grip. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan.

  Nick hummed in reply, his tongue going back to fucking you until your stomach twisted and turned in on itself, the knot that had been steadily building up shattering and unraveling. 

  Your whole body froze momentarily before your back arched and your mouth fell open as a loud and lengthy moan fled from it. 

  Nick kept your hips pinned down as his tongue continued to slip in and out of you, unable to take his eyes off the sight above him. 

   When you came down from your high, your hands weakly reached for your boyfriend, pulling him up and away from your sensitive core. His body was on top of yours again, your hand wiping away your release from his chin before you connected your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

  He encased your form completely, pressing down on you as your legs wrapped around his waist. When you pull away, you glance to the TV screen as the end credits begin showing and you wonder just how long it had been since you stopped watching the movie. 

  “I think we might have to rewind the movie,” you mumbled, tightening your hold on Nick as he rests his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around you while also holding him up so he didn’t crush you. 

  He laughed, too noticing the movie that was now over and realising that he had no idea what even happened in it. “Or,” he said, kissing your collar bone. “I could take you to bed.” 

  In all honesty, that was probably the better choice. “Okay,” you agree. “We can finish it tomorrow-” you cut yourself off with a squeal as Nick picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

  There was no doubt in your mind that what he just did to you on the couch, the feeling he gave you, was just the beginning.

[jen-with-a-pen]

the weight

summary: Steve betrays Bucky in the worst way possible.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

warnings: Angst, cheating, emotional damage, swearing, mention of vomiting, hurt/no comfort, emotional hurt

word count: 3.8k

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a/n: This is my submission for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming's Jardin de Poemas writing challenge! I was so so excited for this and decided to take it on as my first ever writing challenge! I had a lot of angsty emotional fun writing this and a lot of listening to Amber Run's The Weight on repeat (hence the title oops). This is literally my longest fic to date and I did my best to revise and edit it on my own!! Hope you like it!! divider by @firefly-graphics, banner by me I used the following prompts:

I would put you first, I would claim you, I would declare you when times were tough, when times were difficult, I would cling to you

Let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love that I am the only one for you

The morning Bucky heard Steve had made it home from his mission, he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. After six weeks of worrying, waiting for some sort of news, he was finally able to breathe again. 

Bucky rushed to the rooftop the second the helicopter landed, ready to welcome back the love of his life. It was a tradition that developed over the five years they had been officially together: one happily welcoming the other home with the biggest hug and kiss, never mind who was around or watching. It was one of Bucky’s favorite things. 

Next to Steve himself, of course. 

The steel security doors flung open as Bucky hurried onto the landing pad as the propellers slowed to a halt. The door swung open, and Bucky couldn’t help the smile building on his face, wider and wider as the vehicle emptied. The first two agents exited, followed by a striking blonde woman in full business attire plus a tactical vest. C.I.A. in bold white letters plastered on the front of the Kevlar that fit snug over her white collared blouse. Shiny black heels clacked against the concrete as she strutted through the line of officials welcoming the team back.

Bucky paused, watching her, brow furrowing deeper into thought with yet each heel click. Bucky couldn’t put a name to her face; he knew he recognized her as she strode by him, eyes flicking up and down his form with the shadow of a smirk grazing her lips. His smile faltered.

What was that about?

Bucky’s gaze followed the woman as she continued into the building, his face contorted as he filed through his brain for some sort of name for her. He knew he’d seen her before, when and where–

“Bucky?”

Whipping his head back around, his grin returned immediately. Steve stood in front of the copter’s exit, donning his signature navy tactical suit, worn leather shield harness tight against his fame. His blond hair pushed back from his face with a few strands cascading from his crown; a sight that would make any man or woman fall to their knees. The cut lip he somehow acquired failed to take away from the sculpturesque features of his face.

Finally.

Bucky broke into a sprint, colliding with Steve’s Kevlar-clad chest, arms wrapping around his torso, warmth washing onto his skin as he buried his face in Steve’s neck. 

“Woah! Hey, hey, Buck,” he coughed out, squeezing his partner back. However, Bucky noticed, it wasn't as hard as he usually did. Usually, Steve would squeeze back so hard Bucky would see stars. This was… just a hug. 

Bucky swallowed the nasty taste on his tongue, immediately tucking the thought back with the other unnecessary doubts and intrusive suggestions he kept locked away. It had been a month, just one, and his brain was suddenly overanalyzing Steve hugging him. 

“Here I thought you weren’t gonna make it in time, you let the copter beat ya," Steve laughed, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Had a late notice, but I still made it,” Bucky hummed into his neck. “I’d never miss this for th’ world.” He opened his eyes after a moment, greeted by a sight of purple-haloed bruises running up the column of his lover's neck. Bucky pulled back sharply as he held Steve at arm's length. 

“Steve, what happened?” Bucky questioned, concern coating his tone. He'd never seen his partner come home with an injury like this before. He tilted his head to look at both sides, each riddled with various contusions in pinks, reds, and purples. Some even seemed fresh; Bucky, again, pushed the mere suggestion to the back of his mind. Steve’s eyes widened, immediately reeling his reaction in to keep his composure. Bucky swore he felt the man’s shoulders tense under his touch. 

“Oh, um, they had this huge guy, a hitman ex-assassin,” Steve explained. “Guy got a good couple of headlocks, couple a hits ‘n kicks to me before I took him down.” He swallowed thickly, searching Bucky’s eyes for validation in his story. Bucky held his gaze a second more, finally relaxing his grip on Steve’s shoulders. He brought the blond back in for another bear hug. 

“‘m just glad you’re okay, punk.” 

“Me too, Buck. Now, let’s get inside, I need debrief, dinner, and a shower.” 

×××

Sharon. That’s who the blonde was.

Bucky remembered the woman’s name as he failed to mingle at the dinner that was arranged for the return of Captain America from another successful assignment. Leaning his plated arm against the stainless steel bar top, he mulled over a cider he half-heartedly accepted when Steve offered it to him earlier. Sipping the lukewarm liquid, his gaze swept the room of people conversing, laughing with one another. His eyes flitted from one group of people to another, face after unfamiliar face as he searched the sporadic sea of people. 

Stretching, Bucky checked his watch. Seven twenty. He’d been stuck to the bar like some outlying predator with an alcohol problem for thirty minutes. 

"Buck, I have t' go 'n mingle, gotta make the press happy," Steve had told him, unhooking his fingers from the brunet’s plated ones as he picked up his phone again for the fortieth time that evening. Bucky had never seen Steve on his phone that much, fingers speeding over the keys, tapping rapidly as if his life depended on it. It felt like every minute they cycled through the same three things– talking, phone buzzing, texting, repeat– and when Bucky leaned in the slightest bit to see who Steve was chatting with, Steve immediately dropped the phone face down on the counter like he hadn’t even touched it.

Bucky noticed Steve’s eyes dulled each time they met his.

"I'll be quick, then we can catch up, okay?" He smiled genuinely for the first time since he'd been home. Bucky relented, returning the gestures half-heartedly with a soft 'of course, love' before leaning in for a kiss– to which Steve pecked Bucky's cheek and beelined for the first table he could find. 

The faces blurred together after that.

"'m heading back," the soldier turned to the bartender, "if the tall blond that was here earlier with me comes back, tell 'im I went back to our place, would ya?"

The bartender offered a pitiful smile. “Cap, right?” 

Bucky nodded, still hopelessly searching for his partner. 

“Sure thing. You alright, Sarge?”

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m fine,” Bucky mumbled as he shook out of his self-induced trance. He dove into his pocket for his wallet, slipping out a twenty and sliding it to the young man. “Thanks, kid.” 

He stalked through the crowd towards the elevators, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as anxiety began to pool in his chest and thought after intrusively doubtful thought raced through his mind. His heart quickened with his pace as he made it to the elevator and pressed the call button a little too aggressively. The elevator doors slid open instantaneously and Bucky looked up, freezing in place as he locked eyes with the exiting occupants.

Steve and Sharon stood side by side, eyes just as wide and surprised to see Bucky. 

The three gawked at one another, unable to move or speak. Sharon parted her lips, another quiet smirk playing on her smudged red lipstick. She glanced to Steve– who had completely drained of blood at the sight of Bucky– and cleared her throat, throwing on another innocent smile. 

“Sergeant Barnes,” she acknowledged, failing to hide the underlying curtness in her tone. She gave him another once over as she strutted back to the dinner party, heels clicking on the marble floor. 

Bucky turned his attention back to Steve and quirked an eyebrow as a hard lump of annoyance and anxiety built in his throat.

“Sorry, baby, they, they needed us for a quick photo op!” Steve nodded his head as if patting himself on the back. The half-assed apology failed to reach his eyes. 

And its target audience.

“‘S okay, I’m beat, gonna head up to the room,” Bucky shrugged, stepping inside the elevator and pressing the button for their floor. “You comin’?”

Steve was already halfway out the elevator by Bucky’s question. He stopped and turned on his heel, raising an index finger and pointing at his partner. 

“No, but!” He gestured, “Sharon wanted a drink and I wanted to say hi to Maria real quick. I’ll be up in, say, fifteen?” The blond smiled, awaiting approval from the brunet.

“Sure. Fifteen.”

The doors slid shut as Steve all but ran towards the party. Bucky sighed, the lump in his throat expanding as the elevator hummed, one thought plaguing his brain on the way up. 

Maria wasn’t at that party.

×××

Bucky knew someone had been in the apartment. 

He flicked the light on as he let the door shut behind him, a sense of unease and doubt washing over him as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the counter. Standing in the open entryway made him fidget like he wasn’t supposed to be there. 

Like he didn’t belong there.

He moved into the kitchen, taking out his ponytail, and carding a hand through the loosened locks. Opening a cupboard, he fished out a scotch glass and placed it on the counter, pulling a bottle of whiskey from another and pouring to his heart’s content. If there was anything that would put him at ease, it'd be straight scotch. 

Bringing the whiskey to his lips, he froze, goosebumps littering his neck and arm. Something was off. He glanced over at the living room sofa, scanning the coffee table, end tables, the bookshelf. 

It was subtle, but he knew. 

The couch cushions were recently pushed in, the pillows in their wrong spots. The throw blankets he and Steve always shared were folded and draped carelessly over the back of the couch. The end table coasters were knocked to the floor, scattering across the area rug.

The picture frame on the coffee table, one of Steve and him from their first date in Central Park, tipped over face down. 

Bucky downed the rest of the whiskey and strode into the bedroom as the rooms began to spin. Turning on the light displayed a similar scene. The bed was haphazardly made, with wrinkled blankets and more wrongly-placed pillows.

He must be making this up. It’s all in his head. It had to be. 

The picture of him on Steve’s side of the bed, face down like the one in the living room, proved otherwise. 

Bucky felt sick. His stomach somersaulted, twisting upside and inside out as his heart hammered against his ribs. He stumbled to the bathroom sink, blasting cold water from the faucet. He cupped and splashed it on his face, a futile attempt to stop the panic attack in its tracks. He braced the sink basin, gripping the granite countertop while attempting to control his breathing. 

All focus dissipated, however, when he felt the counter vibrate under his palms. He glanced down, only to be greeted by Steve’s cell phone in the middle of the counter. The last bit of blood left Bucky's face, the lump in his throat dropping straight into the pit of his stomach.

Listening for the door, Bucky quickly peered over his shoulder and picked up the phone. It buzzed as he held it, a Pandora's Box beckoning him to open it.

He tapped the screen awake– only to be promoted for a password. Bucky’s brow furrowed, confused and offended as to why Steve needed a password on his phone. He never wanted one, nor would he ever bend to getting one despite complaints from Tony. 

Bucky gulped as he racked his brain for possible options. 

1945, no.

2825, BUCK, no.

72724, SARAH, yes.

Oh. 

Bucky could feel his hand begin to shake as he opened the messages app. At the very top of the screen, Sharon's name illuminated the screen as unread. With attachments.

Oh fuck. 

Bucky was paralyzed, unsure of whether to dig deeper or to pretend this was a dream. Without thinking, he tapped on her name.

Message upon message, photos from both sides of the screen, validations and sweet nothings and secret meetings. Bucky stopped scrolling at one excerpt, his heart all but stopping.

Sharon: what r u doing when u get back?

Steve: You, definitely ;)

Sharon: but what about bucky? he cant know

Steve: I won’t tell him!!

Sharon: u wont?

Steve: No, not ever. Only you and me til the end of the line :*

The phone left Bucky’s hand faster than he could lunge for the toilet, gagging over the bowl as the text burned into his brain, branding it forever into his memory. He clutched the porcelain as he heaved, purging his dinner and guts and trust and last bits of hope. 

The bathroom door slammed open as Bucky heaved again. Steve suddenly appeared, frozen in place at the sight of his cell phone screen shattered on the floor while his partner hunched over the toilet. Steve’s stomach sank, refusing to let him move from the threshold of the bathroom. 

Spitting and wiping his nose, Bucky looked up at Steve, tears and snot streaming down his face. Steve was the equivalent of a deer in headlights as the blood drained from his face at the sight of his lover.

“Why?” Bucky croaked, gagging again into the toilet. Having nothing else to give, he dropped the seat down and flushed, slumping back against the shower door. He wiped his face on the sleeve of his t-shirt, panting and sniffling like a pathetic child.

Steve’s lips formed the words he needed but sound failed to carry them. His grip only tightened against the door frame. There was nowhere else to hide. 

“Why, Steve?” Bucky yelled, this time standing abruptly and biting his lip to quell the sudden sobs building in his chest. Still, with no answer he moved to pick the phone off the floor, gripping it in his prosthetic hand. The phone’s plastic body began to submit to the weight of his grasp, cracking under the pressure. 

“Fuckin’ answer me!” 

“I can explain, Bucky! It’s not what you think!” Steve held both hands out in an attempt to calm the brunet down, though it looked more like a zoo keeper calming a wild animal than it did a lover's quarrel. 

Bucky’s rage only boiled over. He threw the phone at the ground, glass and plastic shattering and metal shrapnel flying everywhere. He balled his hands into tight fists and set his jaw. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks, trailing the column of his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. 

“You fuckin’ liar. Why? Why, Steve? When did this even happen? When did it fucking start?” He sobbed, his legs like jelly, threatening to give under him at any moment.

“Bucky I-”

“You’ve made enough goddamned excuses!”

“We were undercover for the mission, we… I didn’t mean for it to go this far!”

“Then why did you fuckin’ let it?”

The silence was deafening as Steve searched for an answer. He came up empty and Bucky shoved past him, heading for the front door. He needed to get the fuck out of there, away from Steve, away from it all. 

“Bucky, baby, honey, please!” Steve begged as he followed. He knew he was crying, he felt like he was crying, but the tears refused to spill. 

He couldn’t deny his guilt. 

“Don’t you dare Bucky baby me, you lying fuckin' bastard!”

“I didn’t know what she was doing, Buck! She came onto me! And, and I, I dunno! I, I just went with it!” Steve appealed. “I was gone for a month!” 

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks. He spun over his shoulder, daggers shooting from his eyes straight into Steve's.

“That’s your excuse? You were gone? For a month?”

Steve instantly regretted his words, opening his mouth to explain but promptly shutting it. He knew he couldn’t dig the hole any further than the bedrock he just hit. 

“I was here. For a month. I slept, in an empty bed, for a month. I worked, alone, for a month. I was here,” his voice broke, “without my best guy. For a month.”

Bucky screamed the last of his words at Steve, grasping fistfuls of hair to ground himself– and to keep himself from punching a hole in the wall. 

Steve remained silent, unable to further poorly defend himself. The tears still hadn't fallen.

"I was gonna leave but ya know what?" Bucky shook his head. He headed to the door, pushing it open and blowing in a sarcastic gesture of politeness. "You leave. Get the fuck out, Steve. I'm fucking going to bed." 

Steve's jaw slacked, his slouched figure stuck in place in front of the open door. Bucky held firm in his bow, stifling sobs and sniffles as he waited with the last ounce of patience he could muster. Defeated, he slowly dragged his feet to the doorstep, turning on his heel with one last apology pulling at his tongue.

"Bucky, I'm–"

The door slammed in his face before he could finish.

×××

The thunderstorm hadn't started long after.

Bucky knew it was late. Just how late was unknown. He'd crawled straight into bed sobbing, drifting in and out of bouts of sobbing and rage. 

It was sometime later he heard the front door open, closing softly behind quiet footsteps. He quickly turned on his side and huddled into the comforter, unwilling to allow Steve to know he was still awake. Unwilling to show him any more weakness. 

He didn't deserve it. 

Bucky felt the weight shift on the mattress next to him. His eyes remained closed, feigning sleep to avoid the man he thought he knew slipping under the covers next to him. The audacity, the gall, Steve had to even come back to bed. 

To even come back. 

His heart, however, refused to quiet. It pounded furiously in his chest, loud enough to match the roaring thunder from the storm raging on outside of the bedroom windows. 

Underneath the rain pattering against the window, Steve sobbed softly. His hand muffled any escaping cries from his throat as he sat in the bed he and his lover shared. His forever. 

But that was gone. The bed was just a bed now, no love to be found; it had been driven out by his stupidity and his selfishness. He wished he could find answers to his actions underneath the mattress, but only the remains of what he had, what they had, lay dead and dormant and decaying. 

Bucky was tired. 

×××

Steve awoke to a crack of lightning hitting the tower’s lightning rod, shaking the building like a volcanic eruption. He shot up, panting and covered in sweat, the silence greeting him gladly as the rain continued pounding at the windows. He rubbed his face as his eyes adjusted to the stilled darkness enveloping the bedroom. He glanced over at the clock that blinked 12:00 steadily.

As he came to his senses, his hand instinctively migrated to the space next to him. Muscle memory. Instead of finding the weight and warmth and presence of Bucky, he felt cold sheets and empty space. He looked around the room, calling out for his partner; getting up to check the bathroom, the closet, to no avail. 

What he did find were missing items. A toothbrush, clothes, shoes.

Steve’s heart began to sink, to pound with fistfuls of anger and pain and sorrow as he ran out into the living room. When another crack of lightning filled the room, a glint of metal caught his eye on the table. Then he saw the note. 

Neatly placed under the T.V. remote on the hardwood coffee table laid a folded piece of legal pad paper, blotches of ink bleeding through to the other side. Next to it laid a thin chain of weathered metal leading to two distinct dog tags detailing the information of one James Buchanan Barnes. 

Steve gulped, silently pleading it wasn’t what he thought it was. That it was just a horrible dream, and he was still asleep, beside the love of his life and about to wake up in the arms of his one and only.

He refused to allow his tears to fall as they welled in his vision, clouding the contents of the note as he picked it and the tags up, falling back into the couch. The metal clinked as he gripped them tightly in his hand like a rosary, praying this wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. This couldn't be happening. 

Steve -

I am a broken man. I always have been, and I always will be. But you were the first to fix me, to put me back together again and again after shattering. I stayed, for you, just as you waited, for me. 

I have worked so hard to forgive. Every day of my new life has been forgiveness for all I have done, for all who have done it to me. I have even worked up to forgiving myself, something you and I both know has taken longer than we have been together. 

I feel more ready to forgive myself now than I think I will ever be able to start to forgive you. 

I had put you first. I had claimed you, declared you when times were tough. When times were difficult, I would cling to you. 

But I can no longer do that. I cannot live pretending to be with someone I thought would never betray me. I cannot live with someone who put what we have through more war and hurt than what the both of us have seen. 

I ask of you, as one last favor, one last time. Let go of this old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love that I am was the only one for you.

This is the end of the line.

– Buck

Tears fell steadily onto the paper, bleeding into the inked page and smearing the final words Steve was privileged to even be able to read. His sobs finally broke through, echoing into the empty living room, reminding him of how lonely he was, now. He cried out, clutching the dog tags and the letter to his chest in hopes he could break through his ribs and store it in his heart. He crumpled up the paper and smudged the pen into his fingertips, the last thing Bucky ever touched. His heart pounded and his chest heaved as he howled like an injured dog, beaten and bloodied and bruised beyond recognition. 

He deserved it, though. He had done this to himself. 

It truly was the end of the line.

[silly-thinkings]

The cursed Stone~ Part 5

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Day 3 Bruce's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at the ceiling feeling oddly relaxed. He suddenly felt movement to his right. Bruce did realize that he had company. To his surprise, it was Y/N stirring awake. "Mmm Good morning handsome~" You say softly. "Hello, beautiful" amongst his confusion his words rolled off his tongue so naturally.

Y/N pressed her body against his and let out a sigh "Today's the day. You excited?"

Bruce's brows furrowed. You sat up with your arm supporting you "Don't tell me you forgot about the game today"

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in "of course not. I just want to stay like this a bit longer."

the door burst open "C'mon guys, Alfred said breakfast is ready."

Dick happily jumped on the bed and snuggled in between the two adults.

You giggle "yes honey. We're on our way."

~~~

Bruce opened his eyes again and quickly looked to his right. He frowned to see the empty space beside him. He got up and did the usual. Shower, brush his teeth, then his hair, and finally pick out his clothes. Bruce decided to go with a simple white dress shirt and some jeans before making his way towards the kitchen.

Upon arriving he saw his eldest son with toast in his mouth whilst on the phone.

"Yea? Mhmm. Alright"

Dick gave Bruce a slight nod before leaving the room. Odd, he was more social yesterday.

Jason bumped into Dick at the door causing him to drop his toast. He floundered around before catching the bread.

"Woah, Jason? What are you doing here? I mean. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you but I didn't expect you to be here. Let alone sleepover."

Bruce raised an eyebrow while Jason scratched the back of his head "What are you talking about? Of course, I'm going to be here. Mom is coming over today, remember?"

"Mom?"

Dick looked at Jason bewildered, then back at Bruce "Conner, I'll call you back." He hung up the phone and crossed his arms. "Ok, who are you talking about?"

Now Jason looked at his brother stunned "Y/N, remember we're trying to set her up with Bruce. To get our lives back."

Dick smirked while looking back at his old man "Well I'll be. Bruce has a date!" He nudged Jason's side "and you're already calling her mom. I'll have to meet her sometime."

"What the hell man. If this is some kind of joke it's not funny." Jason snapped

Dick raised his hand and walked back a bit "hey hey I'm not trying to be funny."

His phone buzzed. He looked at the caller Id and smiled. "Good luck with your date Bruce. I gotta go." Dick turned around and answered the phone. Promptly walking out of the manor.

Jason quickly turned to Bruce "what the hell happened"

"I'm not sure. But it seems like he's recovered from the fever." Bruce said, just as confused.

Jason scratched his head in frustration. "How can he forget about Ma like that?!"

Footsteps that were clearly Tim's began growing louder. He walked in with eyes wide in horror "The headache, the fever, that stone is trying to adjust to this reality." "And how do you know that?" Jason asked crossing his arms "It's happening to me"

***

Jamie felt the cool wind hit his face. The warm sun rays peaked through the curtains making him smile. He got up from his bed and made his way towards the kitchen. To his surprise, you weren't there. He then checked your bedroom and found you sleeping still in the fancy night dress you'd use for the club.

Jamie shook his head and returned to the kitchen "I'll make her some breakfast"

He grabbed the items that he needed while humming to himself. When he picked up the mug he noticed his hands all bloody. Jamie stepped back looking down on his shirt only to see red liquid seep through.

"What... no. I'm alive."

At the sound of glass shattering the illusion quickly dissolved itself. Jamie's breathing was ragged and harsh. He looked into his shirt "I'm good. I'm ok."

He took a deep breath "I'm alive. I got time."

Jamie frowned at the remains of the shattered mug "I hate cleaning glass."

~~

The smell of eggs and toast slowly awoke you. Your eyes slowly open to see Jamie holding a tray of food by the door.

"Aww man, you woke up before I reached the bed." He said, pouting a little.

You smile and sit up "what's this?"

"Uhhh appreciate your mom day." he rolled his eyes "It's a national holiday. you should know this." Jamie opened the legs of the small tray and placed it in front of you.

You put your hand on his head and ruffle his hair "thank you. This means a lot to me."

Jamie felt his heart swell. He'd do anything to protect his mother. The only woman that took him in and gave him a proper chance at life. As Y/N ate there was a knock at the door.

"Mom, are you expecting anyone?"

You check the clock "no, not in this hour."

Jamie got up "I'll check it out." He left the room and approached the door. He looked through the peephole only to see that there wasn't anyone there. Jamie unlocked the door and opened it to find an Elegant black box on the floor. He picked it up and closed the door with his foot.

Jamie returned to the room "Did you order something?"

He put the box down in front of you. You uncaringly wiped your hands on your dress before moving the mini table aside.

You opened the box to see a beautiful F/C Necklace with a matching long sundress.

"Damn. Who's it from?"

You blush thinking about the only man who could possibly have given you such a gift. Then you remember what today was. You looked at the clock again and your eyes widened "My date!"

You take the box and get out of bed. Unbeknownst to you, a note dropped onto the floor.

Jamie watched you quickly disappear into the bathroom. He picked up the card.

"I thought I told him to stay away." Jamie grumbled to himself. He put the note in his pocket and begrudgingly walked off to his room.

A few minutes later you walked out of the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly your head began to throb.

You looked into the mirror again to see yourself wearing a different dress. One more elegant than the gifted sundress.

"I'll never understand how a man like me managed to have someone like you in my life."

That voice. His voice. You can see Bruce look into your eyes from the mirror.

"Bruce?"

There's that feeling again. This isn't a hallucination. This isn't a dream. This is a memory. You turned around and the illusion faded around you. You were back in your room. Wearing the sundress he gave. You place a hand on your chest trying to control your breathing.

Your phone lit up, the vibrations catching your attention. You pick up the phone.

"Hey, I'm downstairs."

"A-alright. I'll be down in a bit."

"Everything alright? Did something happen?"

"No no everything is fine. I'll see you in a bit, honey."

Without waiting for a response you hung up the phone. You took a deep breath before walking to your son's room. He was tinkering with something before tossing it in his bag.

"Jamie. I'll be off now."

Jamie turned in his chair. "I'm coming with you."

"What?"

Jamie stood and grabbed his bag. You didn't even realize that he too changed into something more formal-casual "sorry mom, I don't trust that rich guy and his stalker sons. So I'm going to."

You blink a couple of times before resting a hand on your hip "honey, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

Jamie didn't respond which was unusual to say the least. You noticed a frown on his face. His eyes seemed distant, deep in thought. Without another word he sidestepped and left the apartment. ~~ The car ride to the manor was a pleasant one. Alfred Pennyworth kept a steady conversation during the ride to the manor. Jamie on the other hand had his headphones on and scribbled something on his notes. When you arrive at the manor Bruce was waiting outside looking ever so wonderful. It made your heart flutter when he opened your car door. "Welcome Y/N. You look beautiful," he said with a perfect smile. You placed your hand in his as you exited the car "Thank you, Glad to be here Bruce~"

Alfred opened the car door for Jamie, who gave his thanks before standing beside the butler. "Is there anywhere I can hang out? Preferably somewhere quiet." Alfred nodded "I can show you to the library" Jamie walked to his mother and gave her a hug, which you gladly returned "be nice" you whispered. You felt him nod before walking away with Alfred. Bruce extended his arm for you "Is there a reason why your son tagged along?" You wrapped one of your arms around his "He's worried about something. He says it's your reputation, but I think otherwise." Bruce gave a hum in response. "I promise I won't be doing anything of the sort. Now, Alfred has prepared food for us. All of it waiting in the garden." *** The afternoon soon turned into evening, but Jamie didn't really mind spending half his day In a mansion. In fact, he was feeling pretty relaxed. He stayed in the library messing with the contraption that he brought with him to keep him busy. On occasion, Y/N or Alfred would come in and check on him which was alright. Jamie noticed Y/N's mood completely changed. She was happy. The way she maneuvered around the manor was like she lived here herself. Jamie looked down at an equation on his notebook, then back at the small device in his hand. "What are you working on?" Jamie jumped a bit at the sudden voice. He turned his head to see one of the Wayne boys walking towards him with two cups of coffee. "You wouldn't understand," Jamie said, picking up a small screwdriver. Tim looked at his notes, then the device in his hand. The item looked to be a simple watch, followed by smaller bits of metal in a pile next to him. "No way dude. You're working on nano-tech?" Jamie paused, he looked up at Tim "huh, so you aren't like the rest of the ignorant rich in Gotham." Tim sat on the floor across from him and placed a mug of coffee down next to Jamie. The blond raised an eyebrow before Tim picked up one of his notes "So, you're having trouble with the bots actually activating." Tim took a pen and wrote out a new formula. Scribbling arrows and writing more in-depth details "Try this" Jamie rose the coffee mug to his lips as he looked at the paper "I've thought of this before. But I don't have those pieces. it's expensive." "I gotcha. I'll just say it's for a school project." "What's the catch?" Jamie spoke sternly. "Uhh, you'd actually give us a chance." Tim said with a confident smirk. **** You and Bruce sat on a swing in the middle of his hedge garden. "Looks like brunch will turn into dinner soon," You said snuggling up against him. You felt his headrest on top of yours. He absolutely loved this feeling. Never in his life did he think he would settle down with someone who would accept him and his nightly activities. "Y/N how has your week been so far?" Your brows furrowed with the question "crazy. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what's been happening." Bruce smiled "oh yea? Try me" You sit up and look at him in the eyes "I've been having these... weird dreams. That feels more like memories. About us, and your sons. Like we're a-" "Family" Bruce finished your thought. He placed a hand on hers gently "I've been seeing that too." Bruce noticed your lips starting to quiver. He sat up and placed a hand on your face. Involuntary tears streamed down your eyes. "Are you not happy with that life Y/N?" "No no, I love it. But where's Jamie?" You brought your voice down to a whisper "Why isn't he with us Bruce?"

Bruce frowned "I'm sorry. I don't know why he isn't with us." He averted his eyes, unable to look at her.

Bruce rested his forehead against yours. This calmed you. Your moment with Bruce was interrupted due to the sound of footsteps.

"Father? Is this a bad time?" Damian asked softly.

Bruce looked at his watch then back at you. "I'll be back.

"I'll go check on Jamie." you give Bruce a quick kiss on the cheek.

Bruce watched you leave with an idiotic smile on his face. He placed a hand on where your lips just were.

"Have you told her yet? We're wasting time." Damian grumbled "Patience Damian. You seem to have forgotten something crucial" "And that is?" Bruce looked down "Even if what you say is true. You expect her to give up her son?" He said, crossing his arms.

"It doesn't matter. The mission is to get our lives back. That teenager isn't important."

***

You walked into the library expecting to see Jamie but only saw his bag.

"Is everything alright miss Y/N"

Alfred's voice startled you, making you squeak "yes, everything is fine. Have you seen Jamie?"

Alfred smiled "yes miss. This way."

Alfred led you up the stairs and through the long halls. He opened the door to the home theater and stepped to the side.

"No fair! I totally had you." Jamie whined

"Ha! Better luck next time kid." Jason said, ruffling the blond's hair.

"When do I get a turn." Tim groaned.

Jamie grumbled to himself and passed the game controller to Tim, reaching for another cup of coffee. Jason placed his controller down and leaned back on the couch. Tim took some candy from a bowl that was beside him and tossed the wrapper in the trash.

You smile at the scene. If anything, you felt a little too happy. You didn't think Jamie would get along with the rest of the boys but here they were, playing video games and eating junk food. You felt your eyes blur with tears.

Jamie noticed you by the door and quickly made his way to you "hey mom! Hows the-"

He noticed your tears eyes "what happened?"

Tim and Jason came up behind him. Their faces also showed concern.

"No nothing. I'm just... very happy to see you three getting along."

Jason crossed his arms "don't be shy, do tell us If Bruce is fucking with you. It'll give me a reason to punch his gut."

You giggled "Jason, please. Language."

You placed a hand on Jamie's cheek, then one on Tim's head "Bruce is treating me just fine." You then place both hands on Jason's shoulder "so don't hunt him down. Understood?"

Jason rolled his eyes but had a playful smirk on his face "Yes Ma'am"

Alfred sighed, getting everyone's attention "it would seem you've all spoiled your dinner."

All three boys sheepishly looked away from the butler making you laugh more. "Forgive them Alfred. They were having fun."

You began walking towards some of the wrappers "boys c'mon, help me clean this up."

Jamie followed your lead with no problem. Jason leaned down a bit bringing his voice to a whisper "Dick was right. Totally a muscle memory thing."

Tim nodded "Jamie's actually pretty cool too. It's a shame that he..."

Tim's words trailed off. Jason stood tall "maybe there's a way to stop it."

Tim's eyes widened as he looked at Jason's face. "What. we both know it's not impossible. I mean, Look at me" he said with a smirk. Suddenly a wild pillow made contact with his face.

"Hey!"

Jamie snickered "what. Making sure you're alive Dude."

Then A much larger pillow hit Jamie, causing the boy to fall over on the couch. Tim and Jason looked to their mother who held a confident smile on her face "clean first. Then I'll destroy you all. In a pillow fight." ~~~

After some time the Theater room returned to its original state. "Good as new~" You say proudly. "All that's left are the mugs" Jamie added walking towards the door. Stomping footsteps could be heard from outside. When Jamie opened the door he watched the young tween stomp towards Y/N "Damien!" Bruce yelled walking into the room behind his son. You look down at the boy who took out half of the stone. He grabbed your wrist and placed it in your hand "Damian w-what are you-" "Mother, I am sorry for the words I have said to you. May you please forgive me?" Jason and Tim's eyes widen. Jamie felt a rage bubble up inside him. He stomped towards Damian and reached for him "Why you little-"

Damian skillfully dodged and kicked Jamie down. "This doesn't concern you." Damian scowled Jamie lost his footing and fell on the floor. You pulled your hand away still holding the stone "What the hell do you think you're doing" "I'm trying to bring you back to reality." You looked at Jamie on the floor groaning in pain. Your vision begins to cloud. Now you weren't in the room anymore. You were on stage as if you were performing. Jamie lay on the floor. A pool of red liquid with many bullet wounds on his chest. his eyes void of life.

"No... NO NO NO JAMIE! Stay with me my boy please!"

You felt hands grab your arms. "Let go of me! Let me go" Then a splitting headache.

"AHHHH"

Y/N placed her hand on her head. Tim followed suit.

"GAHH!" Tim knelt in a desperate attempt not to pass out "My-My memories. They're being altered... to adjust to this reality. GAHH!"

Tim finally fell over "how did Dick manage with this... pain."

Bruce knelt down next to Tim "He's having a Seizure. "

Jamie quickly got up and roughly shoved a shocked Damian out of the way "What the hell did you do!"

Damian walked back. Stunned by what he was witnessing. Y/N and Tim's screams finally quelled. Her body collapsed to the floor

Jamie caught you, breaking your fall. "Mom. Mom, can you hear me?"

"Jason, with me." Bruce picked Tim up and ran out the room.

Jason walked over to Jamie. His eyes were filled with hurt and worry "it's ok. You can't carry her by yourself. Let me help."

Jamie's hair fell over his eyes. He looked at your form. You were still shaking, sweating bullets, and muttering things about his death.

Jamie finally nodded his head.

Jason picked you up and quickly left the room. Leaving Damian alone With Jamie.

Jamie picked up the stone "the hell do you mean 'back to reality'"

Damian's eyes narrowed "I come from a time where you were nothing but a memory. You died-"

"At the auction." Jamie finished. He turned around "so the blood son is trying to kill me? Take my mother away from me... because YOU messed up?"

Damian got into a fighting stance "What I said to her was idiotic. I never meant for this to happen."

"Well, it happened Damian! And now I'm back." Jamie walked over to Damian. He looked him in the eyes as he towered over the 13-year-old " I have no intention of leaving her with a brat like you."

Jamie put the half stone in his pocket "Don't even think about going near her again."

Damian watched Jamie leave the room, slamming the door behind him.

***

Alfred led Jamie to one of the guest rooms. Y/N laid on the bed sleeping ever so soundly. Like what happened earlier never occurred. Jason sat on the chair across from her reading a book aloud.

"The 39 clues" Jamie whispered, gaining Jason's attention.

"Her favorite" he responded with a smile.

"How did you know that."

Jason held a smile while he shrugged his shoulders.

Jamie sat on the other chair and held his mother's hand "Thank you."

Jason closed the book "not a problem kid. Sorry about the brat" He stood to leave but Jamie quickly grabbed his wrist.

"What the hell is happening. First, you called her mom, then Damian. Tim said things about memories being altered." Jamie looked up "There's more to all this and I demand to know"

Jason looked at you, then back to Jamie

"Tell me damn it! Holding information is only going to make this situation worse."

Jason frowned and looked away.

"Fine, don't tell me." Jamie looked back at you "call Alfred. I can care for her at home."

"You're leaving? But it's late. And you can't possibly-"

"I'll care for her at home! Besides, I think this is the last place she'd want to be in after the stunt you all pulled."

Jason nodded. As much as he wanted them to stay, he completely understood Jamie's hostility. If a group of people waltzed into their lives claiming to be family he'd probably react much worse than how Jamie is handling everything.

~~~ Jamie arrived home. Much to his dismay, Bruce carried Y/N to her bed. She still hasn't awoken from her shocked sleep. Bruce looked around the studio apartment. I wasn't too bad of a place, given the area that they lived in. But he much rather have both of them in the safety of his home. He gently placed you on your bed. A soft breath escaped your lips.  Bruce turned around to look at the young man "Call me if you need anything." He said sternly  "We can handle ourselves. Now see yourself out, Mr. Wayne"  Bruce watched Jamie sit on the floor and pull out notebooks and metals. Bruce made a mental note to himself to ask Tim what kind of technologies the kid is working on.  Jamie listened to the retreating footsteps of the grown man. then finally the door closed. Jamie let out a sigh "Damn it."  Y/N's phone began to buzz, annoying Jamie. Without looking at the caller ID he answered.  "The hell do you want."  "Watch your tone boy. Don't let your mother's protection get into your head." Jamie gulped. He didn't expect Maxwell to be on the other end. He only spoke to the boss twice in his life.  But he has seen enough of the aftermath of those who's crossed him to know that this man isn't to be messed with. "Yes sir." Jamie spoke softly  "Good. Now can you pass the phone to your mommy? I got something important to talk to her about."  Jamie let out a shaky breath "Y/N isn't available right now. w-we got jumped on the way back from shopping today. Hurt really bad." There was silence on the other end of the phone.  "Uhh... Hello?" "I'll send some of my men around your area. Make sure she's well for tomorrow and Friday."  Maxwell hung up the phone. Jamie looked down at the cell "Oh goodie"