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weareapackofstrays · 3 months

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter I

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,958

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: This is my first fic ever to be posted and will likely not be great, but gotta start somewhere, right? I would love any feedback or thoughts (but please be nice or I might cry).

Song that was on repeat while I wrote this and thus became the title

Chapter I: Introduction Next

“Fuck, right there!” you shout as your nails dig into the hand gripping your waist.

“Like that?” Kyle, your usual drunken mistake, confirms.

“Yes! Ahhh,” you can feel your high fast-approaching.

“God, you look so filthy like this, sweetheart! Gonna fill you up.” Your dress is pushed up to your waist while your breasts spill over the top exposing them to the cool air. Kyle admires your bare ass jiggling with each of his thrusts.

You roll your eyes at your partner’s words and do your best to focus on your orgasm. It’s not that you hate the guy, you just couldn’t really stand him either. He was a frat boy and far from your type, but you were both drunk, horny, and he always happened to be conveniently around when you needed some attention. So fast forward to now, where you are currently shoved against the door of the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s house this was getting your guts rearranged.

“I’m gonna come!” you announce.

“Yeah, come for me, baby! Come all over my big fat cock,” he preens as he slams into you.

“Kyle, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” He laughs while his tip kisses your sweet spot perfectly. You moan at the blissful sensation. His free hand grabs hold of your hair and yanks your head back suddenly. The unexpected force causes a groan to escape from your throat. Kyle begins to pick up the pace and gives your right ass cheek a loud smack. Just as the searing pain registers, you finally come with a gasp. He shoves your face further into the door as he works towards his own high. After a few more ruts, he empties himself into the condom and finally pulls out.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart.” Kyle smirks as he buttons his jeans and adjusts his belt.

You pull up your panties and face him, “This is the last time, Kyle.”

“Sure it is, babe.” He gives you a wink and an air kiss as he turns to the sink to wash his hands. Even you could hear the lack of confidence in your voice. Ignoring his comment, you fix your makeup and hair, tug at the base of your dress one last time, and exit the bathroom. The two of you descend the stairs back into the chaos of the party. The music is thumping in your skull and the five hunch punches you threw back earlier are starting to get to you. You want to leave.

Kyle leans, more like stumbles, into your side and shouts, “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. You want one?” You instinctually cringe away from his close proximity and loud voice.

“Sure,” you say with a nod. After Kyle disappears into the crowd, you push your way through the partygoers and find the front door.

Finally outside, your ears take a moment to adjust to the silence. It was dead quiet outside with scarcely anyone around, save for a few people huddled together enjoying a smoke. You take a deep breath and let the cold air sting your lungs. A breeze cuts through you and you immediately regret your choice in outfit tonight. Luckily, your house was a short walk away. You step onto the paved sidewalk and can feel your legs wobble slightly. Your heels were also not the best choice for a walk. Okay, Y/n, focus, you think to yourself. Taking a few more tentative steps, you find your stride and head home.

You moved into the basement apartment of an old brick house from the 30’s at the start of the semester. The main floors above belonged to some guys who you rarely ever saw and, honestly, probably couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if your life depended on it. You had only had a few conversations with one of the guys, Jisung was his name…you think. He introduced himself a few days after you moved in while you were checking the mail on the front porch.

“You must be our new neighbor,” you jump, taken aback by the sudden announcement. Turning to face the source of the voice, you see a brunette boy with round cheeks looking at you with doe eyes. He reaches his hand out to greet you.

“Yeah…hi,” you say shyly as you take hold of his hand.

“I’m Jisung.” He flashes you a gummy smile.

“Y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” he says as he releases your hand.

“You too.”

“If you ever need a cup of sugar or a good weed guy-” Jisung waggles his eyebrows mischievously. “We’re just a few steps and a knock away.” He gives you a salute before going back inside the house. Well, he was adorable, you thought. You only ever saw his roommates in passing and had only exchanged a few words with Jisung since, but he was always kind to you.

As you finally approach the house, you reach inside your pocketbook to grab a cigarette and lighter. Hands shaking, you repeatedly click the lighter, but it refuses to work.

“Shit,” you quietly say to yourself. You were about to give up when a figure steps out from the shadows and alights a bright flame before your eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the darkness you see a man standing beside you, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. You look at him bewildered, before you dip your head down. He holds his hand in front of you to protect the flame from the breeze. You take a drag of the cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke from the side of your mouth to avoid blowing in his face.

“Thanks.” He simply nods in response. You take a moment to look him over while he tries to light his own cigarette. He was broad, but lean with dark brown hair. He was also handsome, like super handsome. What the hell? Have you seen him around before? Surely you wouldn’t forget a face like his, right? He furrows his brows as he leans in closer to his flame. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms revealing a few large tattoos. You take note of his protruding veins and involuntarily gulp at the sight. He finally lights the cigarette and takes a puff before facing you. You peel your eyes from his toned arms to meet his. The man quietly smirks as he catches your roaming eyes.

“I’m Lee Minho, by the way. I don’t think we ever officially met.” He gives you a lazy wave rather than a handshake.

“Y/n,” you wave back and internally cringe at yourself. “You’re a roommate of Jisung’s?”

“Yeah, I live,” he turns around and points to the top window on the right. “Right there.”

“Nice,” was all you could think to say. You look away and take another puff of your cigarette while rubbing your temple. The consequences of tonight’s actions were swiftly starting to catch up.

Minho stirs you from your thoughts. “I didn’t know you smoked.” You’re taken aback by his assumption. He notices your confusion and clears his throat. “I just mean I never see you out here,” he says awkwardly. “And I assume you wouldn’t in that tiny basement.”

You consider momentarily whether or not he was insulting your apartment before speaking. “I..I don’t usually. Honestly, just socially or when I’m drunk.”

He slowly raises his eyebrows as he exhales some smoke. “Are you drunk right now?” His face furrows again. You wonder if that is his natural state.

“Maybe just a smidge,” you make a pinching gesture with your fingers and lightly giggle.

His face turns serious. “You shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by yourself, especially if you’re intoxicated. Something could happen to you.” You’re amused by his interest in your safety.

“Yes, daddy,” you say back a little too sarcastically.

Something shifts in his eyes though you can’t quite make out his expression. You feel his eyes bore into you despite part of his face being hidden by shadow. You, on the other hand, are at a disadvantage as the beams from the street lamp illuminate your face. Minho can see the pink rapidly forming on your cheeks. Trying not to cower at his intense stare, you hold his gaze for a minute before he finally breaks the tension.

“Do you normally dress like this in the middle of November?” He gestures to your tight, short black dress.

“I was coming from a party.”

“I gathered.” You scoff at his attitude. “Still, seems a bit reckless walking around without a coat.”

“What are you? The weather police?” You stand up a bit straighter and cross your arms.

“No-” You cut him off before he can continue.

“Does the way I dress bother you?” Officially annoyed, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Maybe you are more drunk than you originally realized.

“No.” Minho’s expression remains emotionless as he can see the anger rise in you. Taking a few wobbly steps towards him, you point your finger into his chest and ignore how solid he feels beneath to continue your beration.

“I can dress however I want regardless of the weather. I can also casually smoke a cigarette or drink a few drinks whenever I want and I don’t need anyone judging my actions, let alone a man I just met 5 minutes ago.” You slightly sway as you retreat from him. Minho gently places a hand on your right shoulder to steady you. The warmth from his touch sends a shiver down your spine through to your core.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you say.” You wrinkle your nose at the pet name and he notices your disapproval.

“Okay, princess,” you say back in a mimicking tone.

“Do I need to help you get to your apartment?”

“I’m fine,” you brush his hand off your shoulder with your own and feel your stomach flutter at the touch. You curse yourself internally for being so affected by this annoying handsome man.

“There are stairs and you’re in,” he looks down at your 4 inch heels and points. “Those.”

The audacity of this man right now. “Now he judges my choice in shoes!” You tsk and throw your hands in the air. “I can see myself all of 10 feet to my front door just fine without you. Thank you very much.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before throwing it to the ground. Your front heel presses firmly into the bud to snuff out the embers. Once out, you bend down to pick up the extinguished bud. Minho takes a moment to admire your bent figure in front of him before you stand up again.

“Wow, a feminist and she doesn’t litter.” You walk past him ignoring his comment. “Good night, Y/n. It was nice meeting you,” he says with sarcastic cheer.

Still walking away, you lift your hand up and flip him off as you head to your door. He shakes his head laughing as he watches you arrive safely. He takes one more drag from his cigarette before turning in for the night.

Holding the knob you pause before entering. You listen for his steps as he walks up the porch to his door. You try to clandestinely peek around the corner to get one last look at him. Minho is about to twist the handle when he feels your gaze. He looks over and catches your eye. Before you can see his reaction, you quickly look away and open your door. Slamming it shut you lean against the cold metal and exhale. Your heart starts fluttering in your chest.

Fuck.

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I will try to post Chapter II tomorrow.

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dnvrsmedia · 1 year

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thinking abt goalie!abby !!!

she’d def be the big n scary goal keeper that all the other teams feared.

i’m thinking reader is the new forward! shy n to themself. the kind that speaks when spoken to BUT if around someone they’re comfortable with they never shut up (totally not speaking from experience).

one day you show up to practice in your cute shorts and rolled up sleeves with your matching colors cleats that just makes abby’s head spin.

she obviously doesn’t say shit about it or to you but she is definitely thinking several things.

her train of thought gets cut off when she’s introduced to you! she absolutely thinks your adorable with your shy nature.

anyone on the team would say that abby normally doesn’t do small talk. plenty of new people have filtered in and out of your D1 women’s soccer program leading her to learn to not get so attached. when new blood comes abby normally sends a curt head nod and gets to business.

oh but with you? something was pulling at her heart. she wanted to get to know you and be near you. she felt like she was going absolutely nuts. i mean she hasn’t even said a word to you!

that’s when you stick out your hand with the shyest smile that made the tall woman absolutely melt.

the whole team was watching with a grimace as abby stood in front of you with a…smile? it really looked like someone shoved a stick up her ass and she was trying to push through the pain.

she finally made a move to shake your hand after realizing that she had just been standing there admiring you.

now abby is a big girl. all 6’2 and muscular build of her!! you thought she was an absolute tall drink of water!!

before you could blink, you felt like your arm was tugged out of its socket from how firm a handshake abby gave you. that tug made you lose your balance and land even closer to abby then you were before.

you felt like you were ever so dizzy. from the angle you could see her prominent jaw clench. her big hand(almost twice the size of yours) cupping your hand firmly yet gentle enough that she wouldn’t break your hand. oh my god and you can smell the soap and the musky and woodsy cologne that abby put on lingering slightly.

you bit your lip with a giggle and looked up at her with your doe eyes and innocence that she just wanted to destroy and yet preserve.

“woah…you’re really strong” you squeak as you look anywhere but in abby’s eyes. she can feel you reverting to your shy self.

abby smirks and let’s go or your hand. she gives you one last look over (making you melt on the spot).

“welcome to the team” she winks at you and heads back to the goalie coach for the start of practice.

your. jaw. is. on. the. floor.

& uour panties are wet

the rest of the team were in shock at the way abby acted.

you tried not to garner too much attention in yourself your first practice with the team so you scurry off to find your fellow forwards and close friends.

ever since that day, abby has made it a task to be near you. during training, team dinners, on the bus to and from games, rooming with you at away games. you name it shes there.

not that you minded it at all!! you felt yourself falling head over heels (more like head over cleats) for this girl.

you both opened up to each other and were absolutely attached at the hip.

abby basically was your third roommate with how many times she slept over at your dorm.

those chill nights were your absolute favorite. your roommate would be out at some party, leaving the room to be free from her presence. abby would come over with her laptop and all of your favorite snacks and you two would watch a movie or show.

she always started off sitting next to you (too shy to make the first move) but by the end of the night you both would be cuddled up together on your tiny twin XL.

because of abby’s size, she would always pull you on top of her so that you both had the maximal space. or at least that’s the reason she likes to tell herself.

because of that, she started calling you her “very own teddy bear”

this made you smile whenever because you knew how much she struggled with affection.

knowing that you were the only one to be able to make her that comfortable made butterflies swarm your belly.

oh & when it came to games you best believe abby stared down anyone who tried to get at you.

being a forward, your job was to get the ball into the net as many times as you possibly could( and you were pretty damn good at that).

every time you scored a goal you can guarantee that abby is shouting from her post across the field.

abby is so proud of you that it absolutely hurts.

after wins abby walks up to you and spins you around. recently she’s gotten more bold and has started leaving kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

you get loooots of those after winning your team the final!!

on the other side of that, abby gives you lots of hugs and words of affirmation after hard losses. she knows how easy it is to get into your head about these things so she tries her best to cheer you up.

when it comes to abby and hard losses, she definitely turns to shutting people out.

the first time it happened to you, you showed up to her dorm with a very angry face (if she wasn’t feeling so bad about herself she would’ve thought you looked cute).

she opened the door with her normal stoic demeanor. (grumpy abby looks really fucking cute) but that’s not the point is what you tell yourself.

you push past her door and give her a stern talking to. abby absolutely looked like a guilty puppy with her tail stuck between her legs after you were done with her.

it’s been a learning curve , but she now goes to you whenever she’s feeling bad.

now let’s get to jealous abby!!!

baby is absolutely so protective of you!!!

if she sees at practice that one or your friends are teasing you a little too hard, she “accidentally” chips the ball…into their face.

you looked back on shock at abby as she comes up to your group lying out of her ass.

“sorry, mel . i guess i lost control of the ball.” she glares and gives your a squeeze at your hip.

the rest of your friends laugh as mel rolls her eyes.

“tell your girlfriend to lighten up. it was only a joke.”

you get so shy and can feel your face heating up.

everyone on your team knows you guys like each other , but you aren’t convinced that abby feels the same.

your smile falters and you get quiet for the rest of practice.

abby was freaking! out!

her little light of sunshine reverted back into that turtle shell (she likes to call it). a big frown is displayed on her face all throughout practice as she catches glimpses of you visibly in your head.

you had a terrible practice that ended with you getting a talking to by your coaches.

abby’s heart sunk when she saw you trying to hold back tears on the way to the locker room.

“everyone out!” abby growls at the lingering girls in the locker room.

once everyone scurried out of the locker room, she grabs you by the waist to face her front.

abby isn’t great with words, she’s never been one for vulnerability, but with you? it comes so easily.

you try to put on a strong face for her and that just shatters her heart.

“sweetheart?” abby’s big hand palms your cheek as she wipes the lingering tears off your face.

you try looking anywhere but in her eyes. you know once you reach her big beautiful orbs that you’d spill all of your secrets.

she doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at her and dips her head to catch your attention.

“cmon babe… what’s going on? you’ve been in your head all practice.”

abby’s face is full of concern. god she cares about you so much. her heart aches at the fact that you aren’t feeling okay.

“it’s just nothing abigail i’m fine.” you try shutting her out. you figured her being mad at you and forgiving you later was better than losing your friendship.

abby is taken aback at the use of her full name. she doesn’t let anyone on the team minus a few close friends call her by her nickname, but you? she hated the way it sounded on your tongue.

“you see you trying to be an asshole isn’t going to work. i’m kind of like the queen of doing that, remember?” abby jokes trying to lighten the mood.

when she notices that you crack a smile a even bigger one lands on her face. she squeezes the hand on your hip and rubs your face once more. you lean into her touch and close your eyes.

“ i just um. i guess i just got in my head about what mel-“

abby’s jaw clenches.

“i swear to god i’ll break her fucking knees-“ she interrupts.

“abby! it’s fine she didn’t do anything bad it’s just. after you hit her with the ball-“

“lost control” she muttered and you rolled you eyes knowing the real truth.

“after you hit her with the ball she said to tell my girlfriend to lighten up” your hands and voice started to tremble.

abby’s eyes went wide. she didn’t know that others could tell that she was in love with you.

“and i um i guess i got in my head about it all you know? about us.” you exhaled .

“i’ve never felt the way i feel when i’m with you abs and i just i dunno i know you don’t feel the same.”

woah. abby thought.

she didn’t think but so many thoughts were running through her head.

abby planted her lips on yours cutting off your deprecating ramblings.

you immediately responded back with your hands threading through her damp post-training-shower-hair.

kissing abby was like breathing a whole new meaning of life into you. and you were obsessed.

you both finally pull away after a very long and passionate make out session for some air. abby’s face is bright red as she looks at you like you’ve hung the starts.

“does that answer everything?” she smirks and leans in for another kiss.

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julieloves074 · 2 years

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Missing (Conrad Fisher x Y/n)

Summary: Conrad’s rejection to the Deb ball turned out not to be the hardest punch Y/n had to experience this summer, being forced to watch him show up for Belly was much worse

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, sadness, pain, anxiety

Words: 9.8k

(Not my Gif :))

I knew mom was waiting for this moment since I was a little girl, in a way I was excited for it too, especially considering that I was going to be doing it with one of my best friends. Growing up during the summers next door to the Fisher’s and consequently the Conklins was the best thing that could have happened to me. These summers are my whole life, nothing outside them matters, it’s all a pass by, all the count down to summer.

This year I knew would be different, starting with the fact I was going to be a deb, I knew what the Fisher boys’ thought about the whole ordeal but I also knew how Susannah felt about it so I wasn’t worried. I knew I’d have Belly on my side too because she accepted Susannah’s pleas after a little persuasive work from me. It was a little strange to me because Belly is a year younger (16 years old ) than Jere but I also know Susannah knows how to pull some strings, able to get us to do this together.

The Fisher’s and my home may as well have been intertwined, everyone was always in and out of both, doors always open. This wasn’t just something our mom’s implicated though, my mom would always play with Susannah and Laurel when they came to the house when they were smaller as well, these were the kinds of traditions I wanted when I was older, this one specifically I wanted to upkeep.

We’ve been back in Cousins for three days now and everything has slotted right back into place. “Morning Y/n” Susannah said as I ambled through the back door into their kitchen, bright smile on my face, I searched the room for him. The boy that I had been hopelessly in love with since I can remember, also known as one of my best friends: Conrad Fisher.

“How are you feeling about your book party tomorrow Laur?” I asked turning to the women at the table.

“Well I asked Susannah and your mother not to make a big deal of it, but as always they never listen, so as ready as I can be?” she answered in a questioning manner. I knew what Susannah and my mom were preparing for weeks on the build up to this book release, Laurel deserved something big and exciting after all this stuff with the divorce and Susannah’s race against cancer over the last two year.

The two blonde women were not helping themselves though, Suze and mom sat beside Laurel like giddy little school girls, they’re always like this when they’re together, they forget about the whole world around them. In a way they’re like us kids.

“Well Grace and I thought you deserved it!” Susannah said pointedly before taking another sip of coffee and shooting my mom another few nods.

“What about you honey, are you ready for some Deb shopping today?” Laurel asked, more than ready to change the subject of the conversation, “Belly’s just upstairs getting some last bits ready,” she continues.

“You guys know I can never say no to a shopping trip,” I say, the end coming out high pitched, and the three women laughed along with me, but it was Susannah who never left my sight, she could look into anyone’s soul and figure out everything that’s going on with as much as a simple look.

“Jere and Steven left for work already but Con’s upstairs,” she says with a subtle nod, one side of her lips perked up too, mom and Laurel went back to their conversation so I gave Suze a small smile and she only winked back in response.

I jog up the stairs and hear the Belly shuffle around in her room, but decide to walk past her door, ending up a few doors further, from which behind the strums of a guitar fill my ears. I don’t knock just open the door enough to pop my head in.

“Morning Connie,” I say, his head snaps immediately to me and a smirk appears on half of his face, these half smiles run in their family, his an exact reflection of the one Susannah agave me moments ago.

“Are you planning on being a flying head or are you gonna come in Y/n?” he says shaking his head, Con hates when you don’t knock on his door, or wait for an answer before coming in, but he should know we’re past that point now.

“You wanna hit up the pier in a bit?” he asks putting the guitar down next to him, he never wanted to play in front of anyone, not even me, but I knew he could play well, so sometimes it made me go mental in my head about the fact that he was so stubborn.

“How about surfing tomorrow morning? I have to go shopping with Bells and the mom’s today,” I say moving my hand up to push his hair out his face, usually he gets a haircut before the summer, never really short but just enough to make it stay out his eyes- I wonder what made him leave it this summer.

“Ah yes for the,” he switched to a posh voice, “Debutante Ball,” he laughed at himself and I pushed him down onto the bed shaking my head.

“It’s really not that funny,” I say, hiding the irritation in my voice, I knew he disliked these things, they were very stuck in the old ways but I explained it to him so many times, it was something nice for the mom’s and also looked pretty damn good on college applications.

“Come on little sheep, you have to admit it’s a little stupid,” he says, lifting his arm for my assistance, I smack it away with a playful huff, his smile widens and he moves the guitar off the bed before grabbing me and pulling me to lie down next to him. His face centimetres away from mine, we’ve been close like this before, in this exact position during many movie nights but the air tasted different now.

“I’m down for tomorrow, as long as you’re still good for the party tonight? Jere’s being dd,” he mused, brushing some hair out of my face, “so we can finally get hammered together!”

“Not sure we’ll wake up for surfing tomorrow,” I shook my head and turned my face away from him, all of a sudden the eye contact too much.

“It’s fine I’ll wake you up and you know it,” the confidence in his voice made the butterflies in my stomach expand. Conrad was a morning person through and through, no matter how much he drinks, how late he goes to bed or more recently (which I hate) how high he gets he will be awake at seven sharp, if not earlier.

“One of your traits that I don’t particularly love,” I muffle and stretched my arms out, letting out a laugh getting comfy on his bed, I could lie here with him like this for days.

“Shut up Y/n/n you love me for it too,” he says confidently once again, and again he wasn’t wrong but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction, so I scoffed and shook my head instead, “So you’re there tonight right? You’re not gonna stay in with the moms and watch Leonardo DiCaprio movies?” he pulled the puppy eyes and tugged at me to look at them, fingers splayed over my cheek.

“Don’t ever attack DiCaprio again,” I point my finger at him as if I was scolding a little child.

“My sincerest apologies, Leo is great, now say you’re coming,” he pushed, I give him another shove and agree. There was no question about it, I was going to go no matter what, I was not about to miss this party plus he was right the last few parties last year we couldn’t drink tigether because we were switching as designated driver, last year Jeremiah found his love of some new drink and drunk even when he was meant to be driving, it drove us insane.

“You know I’m there Fisher,” I say confidently this time, pushing to sit up.

Con grabbed my arm, “You sure you have to go? I’m sure my mom can find you some clothes,” he whined but I just shook my head. Just looking at him made my heart melt, the way I could easily fall into his arms now, confess this feeling, kiss him, if not for…

“Y/N! Get your butt down here right now we’re leaving!!!!” Belly screamed from downstairs. Belly, one of my childhood best friends, the only other girl in our little families, also had a huge, fat crush on Conrad Fisher, from the minute she knew what the word meant, and from before then I assume.

“See you later Sheep,” Con gave me a wave and a smirk before reaching for his guitar.

“Call me sheep one more time Fisher and you can send out new best friend applications,” I said jokingly, brows lifting accusatorily, he lifts his hands up in defence and laughs, I just stick my tongue out at him and head downstairs, when I arrive I painfully tried to think about anything but Belly’s sad face knowing I was with Con again. Part of my tried to not care, I mean what did she expect, we were friends before she was even born, well I was a baby and he was one year old but still.

Shopping took up a lot than even Belly and I anticipated, so by the time we got back the moms decided we should order pizza for dinner knowing that we wanted to go to a party and they had a long list of films to be watched tonight.

Following our normal regime Steven, Jere and Belly set out the table and after dinner me and Con were left to clean up, the moms insisted on helping us but we ushered them away, mainly because this was usually the only time Con and I would have alone. Yet now he wasn’t excited about explaining some new theory or gossiping about something that happened at a party in Boston. Today we walked around the table grabbing plates in silence, tip toeing around each other.

Confusion fused through my skin in my nerves, he was fine earlier, “You want to talk about it?” I asked trying to sound optimistic, staring at him in hopes of meeting his beautiful, ocean eyes- they were never as bright as Jeremiah’s but they were much deeper, like a hidden world at the deepest point in the ocean, I could never get tired of exploring them.

“What?” he asked looking up confused, rushing a hand through his hair, like waking up from some kind of trans.

“You wanna talk about?” I asked again this time more cautiously.

“Nothing to talk about,” this time he’s more defensive, looking back at the table grabbing the last few things and walking over to the dishwasher. I question prodding the subject further, but something tells me I don’t want to know what’s bothering him.

“I’ll finish up here you probably have to get ready,” he puts on a fake stretched out smile, that doesn’t suit him at all, but doesn’t look up from the dishwasher.

“Are you sure? I’m more than happy to help, we always do this together” I express, hoping, praying that he’ll ask me to stay but of course he doesn’t.

“I just want to get to the party, I don’t want to wait,” he mumbles, I don’t pick apart what he means, whether he’s throwing an insult at me taking long to get ready or whether the only thing that can cure his sudden sour mood is a drink. Either way I set myself ten minutes to get ready just in case it was the first thing- I didn’t need to but I want to prove him wrong.

All in all, I was downstairs ready to go before he was, bearing in mind that he came upstairs a few minutes after me. Con didn’t say anything to me after that, he just got behind the wheel offering to drive there since Jere was driving home afterwards. Jere and Steven quickly run to get in the back, Belly and I pace normally to the car. Slowing down even further when we spot the seat in the front, I think we both had an unspoken hope that this situation wouldn’t happen. I meet her hopefully eyes with dread, we pause for a second.

I think to let her sit in the front but a small part of me feels a sting of jealously so I’m about to take a step towards the front seat before my focus is torn away by Con’s voice “Belly get in the front,” he says patting the seat next to him. All of a sudden a sharp shock passes through my heart, to say I’m taken aback was an understatement, I lifted my head, gifted her a smile and got in the back.

I spent the drive awkwardly stuck between listening to two conversations, now I was the one needing a drink. We never usually had this problem, when Con drove to parties I was always in the front because Belly was too young to go with us, this was new and I didn’t like it one bit.

I headed to the drinks table the second we arrived leaving everyone else behind. I tip the shot of vodka down my throat and pour another right after ready for another pulse of burn.

“Slow down girl or you won’t even be able to hit up the dancefloor with us!” Nicole announced pulling me into a quick side hug, followed by Shayla.

“Stop, no because I need to drown everything out,” I say in an exaggerated way.

“Well in that case, I guess we’re all getting blackout drunk tonight,” Shayla said in her beautiful accent that I would never get over, “A sister never leaves a sister behind,” she raised a shot.

“I love you guys- seriously,” I say flashing them with a thankful look, joining my hands in a pretend prayer, then take a shot alongside them. I’ve known these two as long as the kids from our two houses, I keep in contact with them year round and they’re never not ones for a good time, in all fairness every year we become closer. Right now I’m thankful to my mom for forcing me to make friends outside of the Fishers’ and Conklins’.

Just because Conrad was ignoring me doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to have fun tonight. So that’s what I did, we had a few rounds of shots, then made some drinks so we could go dance, after the two hour mark hit I really thought Con was going to look for me so we could have that drink together he really wanted, but nothing. So, we had another round of shots before Shayla asked, “So what’s up? What are we trying to forget?” I just brush it off knowing that Nicole also thought she had something going on with Con.

“I’m trying to forget remember?” I ask lifting another shot and taking it straight, Nicole excuses herself to go to the toilet, Shayla uses this as an opportunity to grab me and rush outside to the back and question me further.

“Is this about Conrad?” the interrogation begins.

“No, he’s just in some kind of mood suddenly and we were meant to be getting hammered tonight so I’m just doing it without him,” I explain.

Shayla swallows down whatever she wants to say next, but then perks up again with a concerned face, how she’s so composed looking after all those drinks I could never tell but I’m sure as hell slurring my words, “You should tell Nicole nothing’s going to happen between them,” she said but that wasn’t what I was expecting, it pulled me to a stop, I blinked a few times to get a clearer look at Shayla.

“I’m in no place to do that,” I argue

“She’s your friend and your guys’ (Fisher’s and yours), families are practically one big family so I think she deserves to know that you like him, and that he definitely likes you back so she won’t have him,” Shayla explains in a hushed tone.

Shayla knew I liked him before I even told her, one weekend when we were fifteen her parents had to go to England for some emergency meeting so Shayla stayed with us for three days, those days we learnt a lot about each other including the fact that she had an eye for Steven Conklin but said she refused to make a move until he got his life a bit more together- and she pried out that I liked Conrad.

“He does not like me back,” I say with finality, “We’ve talked about this, and right about now I’m in need and dire want of another drink so whether you’re coming with me or not-” I say with a cheeky smile and start walking back towards the glass doors.

Shayla rolls her eyes and walks behind me, “Just think about the Nicole thing, we’ll talk about it when you’re sober,” she says before taking a shot, her eye darting to one of the couches in the front room. My eyes follow hers to spot Con and Belly sat really close to each other, sipping their drinks and whispering to each other in the admittedly loud room.

“Is that why you’re so determined he doesn’t like you?” Shayla semi-whispered into my ear, without as much as thinking about it I nod.

“They get closer year by year, I’m losing him like the grains of sand in an hourglass,”

“I forget you become a poet when you’re drunk,”

“I think he likes her back he’s just too…” I search for the word but fail to find it, “Too Conrad to say it,” I express taking a shot

“You guys have always been attached at the hip when we see you though!” she expressed grabbing passionately onto my arm.

“It’s because Belly was never allowed to go out with us,” I point out, “She’s different this year, everything seems different,” I start to ponder everything.

Shayla quickly realises I’m about to give an analogy on growing up and changing so she pushes another shot into my hand and says “You were right tonight is about forgetting!” we twisted our arms around each other and turned to the dance floor, Nicole was gone for quite a while, we assumed she’d gone to hook up with someone.

Taylor Swift’s ‘Better Than Revenge’ comes on and me and Shay decide to scream it at the top of our lungs while gripping onto each other and jumping around the front room, right in front of Con and Belly- not intentionally (but I was glad it happened) rather because that’s where everyone else was dancing.

It wasn’t for another hour and a half of drinking, dancing and belting out songs that we were interrupted by a tall figure, “Hey Y/n can I steal you for a drink,” the figure asks. I don’t need to look up from Shayla to know who it is.

“Uh a bit busy right now, really getting into ‘abcdefu’ by Gayle maybe later,” I shout over the music, exaggerating the ‘fu’ then breaking out into the chorus of the song, it’s a bit uncomfortable singing in front of him because I love his mom so the ‘fuck you and your mom’ line doesn’t sit right with me. Still he doesn’t move away, I try to ignore him but then the song ends and I’m praying for another one I know well enough to where I can use it as an excuse.

Just as if the universe hates me the next song is kind of dead and Shayla says she might pee herself if she doesn’t get to a bathroom right about now. I curse her for it, not quite sure if she was being honest or not.

“Come on let’s grab a drink outside,” he says laying his hand on my arm and pulling me towards the drinks table, I let him pour me some drink before pulling me out to the front, most people sat in the back so it was somewhat peaceful on this side of the house, he sat down on the swing but I stood beside it leaning against the wall.

“Wow not even going to come sit next to me I see how it is,” he says, usually this was the key to make me sit down but drunk Y/n was stubborn as hell, probably more than him, “Ow wow come on what is with you?” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Well I was having a fun time dancing with Shayla and you’ve made me come sit outside in the dead silence,” I comment looking out into the street filled with cars, spotting Jere’s jeep with no problem, still perfectly fine right ahead on the opposite side of the road.

“Thought we were drinking together tonight?” he asks

“Yeah me too,” My voice quick, sassy, snappy

“You’re the one who practically ran out of the car,” he accused turning his whole body my way

“You were ignoring me- and don’t act like you didn’t have company,” I say

“Fucks sake Y/n, you’re being jealous of Belly right now? Seriously?” he laughed and it boiled my skin over again.

“I’m not jealous I was having a good time,” I shrug taking a chug

“It’s her first party, she was hoping for someone who she knows to be there with her at least in the beginning,” he explained running a hand over his forehead, some guilt did flood my brain, I forgot that Belly has always stayed with the moms to the point where she didn’t really know anyone outside the circle. On the other hand in this state I couldn’t be bothered to use my brain- or well couldn’t focus on anything for too long or the fuzz started to ache.

“Come sit down and give me this deserved drink together,” I push off the wall at his words but then Jeremiah bursts through the front door with Belly and Steven in the middle of them, drunk out of his mind.

“There’s cops on the way, we need to get out!” he quickly announced I let out an annoyed huff and went for another chug of my drink, the bottom containing the most alcohol I pulled a face and threw the red cup on the floor. Attempting to stay up while walking down the stairs but failed quickly, Con grabs onto my arm and hooks it around his shoulder- I try to push him off but give up realising I’d rather avoid getting any drunk bruises this early into the summer.

“I think at least you’ve completed our goal- somewhat,” he laughs helping me into the back seat getting in beside me, Steven on my other side. Belly sits with Jere in the front. When we arrive the front room lights are still on but as we walk in we realise that all the moms have fallen asleep on the couch. Everyone’s getting their shoes off and heads upstairs but I head straight to the back doors.

Seeing the beach and ocean felt like a nice idea at two in the morning.

“Where are you going?” Con asks from behind me as I pull open the doors. I turn around and flash him a smile, that’s answer enough, the beach’s been our escape for years, “I’ll go with you,” I hear faintly from behind me as I run towards the beach.

The sand feels amazing under my bare feet so much so that I lift hands widely into the air and scream into the universe “WOOOOOO!” before turning around and running my hands through my hair, the rush of the night waves better than any music, Con laughs watching me.

I fall back onto the sand, sitting comfortably looking up at the sky full of stars, “I love the beach at night, it’s so much better than in the day,” I announce to no one particularly, apart from the fact that Con is right next to me now.

I turn to face him, his gaze at my face is so intense, in this light his eyes seem almost as dark as a blackhole, he brushes some hair out of my face, her fingers lingering there for a moment, I swallow down and look at his lips by accident and back to his eyes, biting into my bottom lip from embarrassment at how oblivious that made me look. His thumb fell down to my lips, he freed my bottom lip from my teeth.

“Conrad,” I whisper into his hand, he closes his eyes and his lips part, he moves forwards slightly to where I can feel his breath on me. I push forwards, nose to nose, breathing heavily, he’s the one to give the final push, bringing his lips to mine.

As if created to do just this my hands rush to his hair. His other hand places hold onto my hip squeezing it comfortably. It feels warm and amazing and comfortable. The butterflies in my stomach freed from their cage for the first time, running wild and free in my stomach, my hands, my lips. He pulls away fast, retracting his hands back to himself, I brush my hair behind my ears and run my hands over my face which was no doubt red as roses.

“Lets head back,” he says getting up, I assume it’s because he doesn’t want to do this drunk, the thought of this happening again makes me more sober, I jump up and follow him. He doesn’t speak, maybe he’s too busy thinking about what the hell just happened. He walks me to my back door and watches as I lock the door before leaving for his own house. As I take off my makeup the smile doesn’t disappear off my face, it does though when I retch before heading to bed, falling asleep in an instant, replaying the last few events over in my mind.

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The next I wake up to the smell of pancakes, I take a deep breath in through my nose, the sweetness filling my body up whole. As I lay there with my eyes closed smiling, ready for my favourite breakfast a reminder of yesterday comes to me, the same smile clouded my face- for a very different reason though. Last night I kissed Conrad Fisher, last night Conrad Fisher kissed me. It was all like a fever dream.

Pulling my phone off the bedside table I notice the time, it was twenty to ten in the morning, this was late for me. Not that I was expecting there to be some huge love confession as a text from Con but there was nothing, not even a silly ‘good morning’. Maybe he was still asleep, though that would be rare, being a morning bird like myself.

“Y/n! Wake up honey!” I can hear my mom from downstairs.

“I am mom! I’ll be down in a sec!” I reply, brushing the lack of message on my phone and throw on some shorts and a cropped top before rushing down for a warm breakfast.

“This is delicious as always mom, how was the film night?” I asked eagerly hoping she wouldn’t ask me about last night, I hadn’t decided yet what I wanted to tell her.

“It was really good honey, you know I love eating with you but I’ve got to rush off- there’s still some things Susannah and I have to set up for Laurel’s book signing tonight,” she kissed my forehead grabbing the car keys and rushing out the back door through to the garden next door.

After I cleaned up I followed in her steps and made my way to the Fisher’s, which I would have done earlier but again… pancakes.

“Heyyyy Y/n!” Jeremiah shouts up from the pool where him and Belly are throwing around a beach ball “You coming in for a morning swim?” he asks with a grin taking a step towards Belly, my eyes narrowed the tiniest amount but I quickly shook it off.

“No- um I’m actually looking for you brother?” I say in a question tone, Jere’s brows furrow and he looks to Belly who simply shrugs.

“He left early this morning, none of us were even awake yet,” his tone apologetic, I stood there for another moment thinking of whether he’d told me he had anything going on today, I must have zoned out because when I come back into conscious I witness Jere being more touchy than usual with the younger Conklin, hands on her hips and all.

I don’t say anything more, they were clearly lost in some their own little world. Had something happened between last summer and now between these two- because last time I checked the dark haired girl was in deep for the older Fisher brother, I mean I was not about to complain if she decided that Jeremiah was actually the one for her.

Steven had also snook out in the morning according to Laurel, except they knew where he were, he asked Shayla if he could take her to see the sunrise this morning, he’d found an amazing spot near the end of last summer, where you could see the perfect glow of the oranges and yellows as the day began. How Shayla could be bothered to wake up that early especially after all those drinks last night I would never know.

So now it was just Laurel left in the house, I offered to bake something with her while talking about new book releases, it didn’t feel right to leave her all by herself on her day. After that we sat in the front room just talking, it was nice, Laurel and I hasn’t had a time to catch up like this, just the two of us, in a while.

Conrad didn’t come home for hours, to the point where I had to excuse myself and head home to get ready for the event, I offered to stay and get ready with Laurel so that I could catch Con when he’d come in but she said she’d be fine and that she’d see me at the bookstore. I complied with a smile but let out a sigh of disappointment down my throat.

I put on a new red dress that mom and I found in an “side of the highway” shopping centre in the literal middle of nowhere, I curled my hair and put on some mascara- nothing much, we were in Cousins Beach after all and here everyone walked with surfing, beach wave hair and clear faces sun burned.

Mom came home just in time to get changed and drive us to the event. All of the other kids were already there when we arrived, I said hi to the owner before making spotting Conrad around the corner smiling at something, at first I thought it was at a book he was holding. I started coming up with every possible question about the book I could ask to get a normal conversation flowing- all of a sudden I didn’t know how to talk to one of my best friends.

Then I rounded the corner and saw Belly standing next to him telling something which consisted of her flailing her hands around animatedly, laughing and smiling. I strained my ear only to overhear “No that second song you played me on the guitar earlier was so much better than the other one”. My arms dropped dead at my sides- he played on his guitar for Belly, after refusing to play for me for years.

“Hey Y/n!” A voice called behind me before I could figure out what to say to the people in front of me.

“Hi Austin,” I said tying with all my might to give some enthusiasm, yet I could hear that I was failing miserably. Austin was lovely, black midnight hair, pearly white teeth and a golden smile but there was something about him. The poor boy didn’t seem to get a hint, for the last three summers he’s tried asking me out and I’ve been avoiding him. Not to be mean but I just don’t have it in my heart to wound his. Don’t get me wrong he’s hot and has the personality of an angel with a sprinkle of spice for flavour and adventure but he wasn’t- he wasn’t Conrad.

“How have you been?” he asked reaching out to touch my arm, I pulled away absentmindedly making it look as though I was fixing up my hair.

“I’ve been busy, you know all these extra after school clubs and voluntary events,” I said.

“Yeah you did mention over message back in… what was it… like March,” the point he was making was awkward but the way he said it was exactly the opposite, he was always optimistic and for some reason it was just too much for me. That started him off on a long rant- what he said was a ‘catch-up’ for all the missed texts- which didn’t stop until Susannah tapped a little teaspoon on her glass of champagne. I thanked the gods and Susannah in my head. This was my chance for an escape, so I took it.

“This is to my best friend and another of her wonderful achievements, Laurel you are a wonder so please enjoy this and here’s to your current book and the next one!” she announced picking her glass up, everyone within the small store followed, and everyone drank. I scanned the busy room again, this time to find Conrad sitting on the couch, drink in one hand phone in the other.

Belly, Jere and Steven were trying to pile as many books on Steven’s head as possible so I took this chance too. Sitting down next to Con I looked straight ahead.

“Hey,” I let out after a second of silence.

“Hi,” he said back.

“What were you up to today I came looking for you,” I started giving a second of space for him to say something but nothing came out so I continued “You know for our surfing session,”. He didn’t as much as look up from his phone.

“Hey can I ask you something?” I said into the awkward space between us.

“Shoot,” he murmured.

“I um- don’t know if this is coming out of nowhere or whether I’m totally overthinking this but I was wondering whether um-“ for some unknown reason, which I hated, I couldn’t get my words out with Con today, everything felt thrown of its axis within our little bubble, “Would you wanna be my escort for the Deb ball?” I got the words out quietly turning my whole body to face him.

He looked up startled at my question, “Y/n-”

“I mean I know you said you were never going to one of those but I figured that after we kissed last night that maybe you’d do it for me?” it all fell out of my mouth like vomit.

Conrad’s eyes opened wider, his mouth slightly ajar as if he was just spoiled for an upcoming movie, “We should talk outside,” he murmured getting up, at this I started to worry. The air was getting chilly now and I didn’t bring a jacket, Con was wearing one of his zip-up jackets pulling it closer as we stood in front of the window to the bookstore.

“I’m not going to be your escort to the ball, I said I was never going to go to one of those and I meant it-”

“You went with Nicole last year,” my voice perked up.

“Yeah because my mom forced me, I was the only one who knew the waltz, I’m not being a sheep” he argued somewhat defensively now.

“Ok that’s fine,” I say even though it’s not fine, another insult to my face “I just assumed that because we kissed last night you’d do it for me,”

“I don’t remember that, I was so fucked in the head drunk,” he interrupted

“What-” my brows furrowed in confusion and my throat felt like a desert all of a sudden so I shook my head, trying to clear my memory of the event, “You always remember everything when you drink, you said it yourself,” I challenge

“Well what do you want me to say?- Sorry,” his voice half-bothered looking anywhere but my eyes.

“No, what do you mean- I” I didn’t know what to say to him, my heart felt like it was made out of glass, like it was thrown angrily onto the kitchen floor in the middle of a fight, smashed into pieces so small that they couldn’t even be put back together with the world’s strongest glue.

“It didn’t mean anything, I’m not going to the stupid, sheep deb ball with you, I don’t know what else you want me to say,” he said in a final tone and finally looked at me, his eyes showing no emotion, it made me feel small and stupid. I was never one to foolishly believe in something so quickly and easily, but that kiss last night- I was sure it had meant something.

I couldn’t open my mouth to respond, even if I could I wouldn’t be sure what to say, I just shrunk beneath his gaze until I felt like I was in drowning in the concrete. Con turned around and made his way back inside, through the window I could see him pouring himself a drink and making his way to a hidden away corner of the store.

It wasn’t until he was completely out of my sight that I felt like I could breathe. What had just happened, this had to be a fever dream. Another strong breeze danced by pulling a shiver from my body. I made my way back inside, poured myself a drink and stood in the middle of the store. Everything foreign all of a sudden I didn’t know where to place myself, who to talk to.

Susannah always believed from the moment my mom found out she was pregnant that I was going to be destined for one of her boys, now I’m standing in the middle of the our only book store in town wondering whether she knew how wrong she was, or maybe if this is some cruel obstacle in the road.

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After that night Con and I didn’t speak to each other very much, he didn’t try to reach out and I didn’t know how to speak to him without feeling a stab of pain and confusion and embarrassment. He’d be normal when our families were together, but there was never a moment when we were alone, if he could feel that’s what was going to happen he would evacuate the situation. It made me feel sick, ugly, like some kind of disease he was scared of catching.

By the time another party came around, literally like three days later I was drinking to my broken heart’s content, so wrapped up in Conrad’s rejection that I gave in and danced with Austin which quickly turned into drinking with Austin and sneaking outside with Austin. I thought he would try to kiss me, we sat on the person’s swing, my legs over his, his one hand on my thigh but he didn’t try.

He talked, about himself and asked questions about me, but I didn’t want to talk so I leaned my body towards his, hands to the back of his neck pulling him towards me like a siren enchanting a sailor but he pulled away. The rejection feeling a little too much like Con’s a few days ago- like salt in a fresh wound, I pulled away, my feet hitting the solid ground, arms on my knees, head in my hands- maybe it was about me.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ Austin said pulling my hands away from my face, moving closer to me, looking right into my eyes, then my lips and back to my eyes, “I want this- I want you, but not like this, not when you’re drunk. I don’t know what’s changed so that you finally gave me some time of day but if it’s just because you’re drunk I don’t want to kiss you like that,” he explained, his thumb soothing my hands.

This made me feel even worse, he was right I was just trying to get someone’s attention, to prove to myself that I wasn’t disgusting, that I could be liked and he was an easy target since he already liked me. Tears started falling down my face, I was embarrassed and hurt and drunk and my period was not helping my hormones, I told Austin I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to go home. He offered to drive me home, “No you stay and have fun, don’t cut it short on my account,” I argued but he brushed me off, “You and your wellbeing is so much more important to me,” he expressed.

I was convinced I was about to throw up, why did he have to be so nice. I walked through the house looking for Jere, telling him that I was going home, he looked concerned and said he’d take me and come back for the others but I told him I had a way home and he gave me a reassuring smile, the whole time I felt eyes on me, I turned around and there was Con whispering to Belly. It was so loud I practically had to shout to talk to Jere but the thought of his breath on her ear was unpleasant, he wasn’t looking at me, neither was she. My unconscious was trying to torture me too.

The next morning I hoped I could forget about my stupidity from the night before but Austin rocked up at my door with my favourite drink and good muffins, I thanked him and we ate and drank out back near the pool. After this we started talking and hanging out more and more, but every free moment I still had someone else on my mind. When the time came for the dancing lessons for the deb ball I had no other choice, I brushed Fisher out of my mind (that’s a lie- I just tried to ignore the ache) and asked Austin to be my escort that was when he kissed me for the first time and I felt absolutely nothing. I didn’t say a word I just pressed a smile onto my face.

At the first rehearsal I spotted Jere coming in with Belly, that’s when they confirmed my suspicion, while Jere was catching up with Austin, Belly gave me a wrap up of the last few weeks including the steamy make out in the pool. This really made me realise I wasn’t very present in the Fisher household these last few weeks, I distanced from my friends, spent more time with Austin, hiding, pretending.

I gave Jere a nod and a smile he had mentioned to me about these feelings he was having for Belly last year, he said he wasn’t sure what they were and whether he would want to go there but now looking at his smile it was so obvious that he was in love with her.

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It was the moment that I was dreading, waking up the morning of the ball. Mom was feeling the exact opposite rushing into my room at the ripe time of seven in the morning, I was already awake, the nerves didn’t let me sleep but I just wanted to stay hidden under the covers for the whole day.

“Come on honey, you need to get up, you’ve been waiting for this moment all summer,” she said, I peeked my head from under my covers and a smile spread over her face, she gestured a plate towards me “Your favourite,” she said before I reached out for. As quickly as she came in she was gone again. Usually, mom was pretty good at spotting when something was wrong but she was so wrapped up in Susannah and Laurel this summer that my summer life falling apart slipped passed her like august.

To this day Conrad and I still hadn’t talked properly, we shared small talk and he gave a few weak smile from across the room when the families were together, still seeing him made me ache. I didn’t drive with them to parties, Austin took me, not that I went to very many anymore I couldn’t face seeing Conrad make out with random girls in the corners of the room.

My phone buzzed on my side table, “Good morning bestie, today’s the big day- your white dress ready?” the text message from Belly read, we were still fairly alright, but she never once questioned why I stopped coming over so often, she didn’t make an effort either.

‘You’re making it sound as if we’re getting married,’ I replied shoving a load of pancake into my mouth, the syrup melting some of my distress.

‘Omg true, who knows maybe one day we’ll have a double wedding’ she wrote and then a few seconds later another text came through ‘Actually never mind neither of us want to share a special day like that haha,’ I didn’t answer her back just mulled around in bed for another half hour before finally getting up and packing up everything I needed to take to the Country Club today.

I thought it was silly we had to get there so early, I dressed in something good enough just in time for Austin to text me that he was waiting outside. When we arrived Paige was rushing us around with a rehearsal call out and pointed out who was sat where, Jeremiah never once took his eyes of Belly, at one point she tripped over Shayla’s foot when we were getting into the lines for the dance and the whole room burst into laughter- even Paige broke into something of a smile.

After three hours of this and that she had us gather and sit on the mini stage, Belly came to the sit next to me, Austin on my other side laying his arm around my shoulders, it felt imprisoning, I felt trapped with no way of escape. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes as Paige started speaking.

“Well um, this has been a time of ups and downs ladies, but I am proud to say that I’ve had somewhat of a pleasant time getting to know each one of you, building on your strengths and turning your weaknesses into something to work on, you’re the best lot I’ve had in a few years” she starts and Belly turns to whisper into my ear.

“Nicole would not be happy to hear that,” she whispered with a giggle, Nicole was doing some workshop thing for her future university this morning so she wouldn’t be here until this evening, but the other older sisters clapped and laughted, I opened my eyes when Paige continued.

“So I say this with honesty, I may never break into huge grins or laughter but this was a pleasure, I will miss you all dearly so make me proud tonight, but most of all make yourself proud, you are all bright young women,” she finished giving us a little clap.

“What about us?!” Jeremiah asked with an appalled expression, this did bring out a small laugh in the Deb organiser.

“Yes Jeremiah how could I forget, you gentlemen have been fairly good partners, apart from the time Jeremiah decided he was tried of ballroom dancing and decided to get to know Alexa,” she gave him the side eye and everyone laughed again, I just felt Austin pull me closer at this. Like vines with pricks wrapping around my throat like a snake.

“Excuse me,” I said louder than I intended and rushed out the room, Austin tried to go after me but I head Jere say “Give her a minute, Belly will go,” before I was out the door.

Only when I was out in the fresh air could I breathe, what was happening to me? I never had problems like this, the feeling of a balloon blowing up slowly in my chest, taking over every edge of space- no space to breathe- and I can’t do anything about it. This build up, until- until. Then nothing.

I rubbed me fists over my eyes taking deep breaths in and out.

“Y/n,” the voice was gentle, and with my eyes closed I could almost pretend it was Conrad, laying a soft touch on my shoulder, my brows furrowed, I hoped it was my mom coming to my rescue but when I opened my eyes with was Shayla stood over me, “Let’s talk, we’ll drive to get coffee come on,” she suggests, tugging gently on my arm.

“We’re not meant to leave the property,” I say back, she brushes me off.

“Y/n you’ve not really been around lately,” her tone pleading and then I couldn’t stop it, the tears dropping, “Oh come on sweetie, I’m here,” she said wrapping her arms around me, running her hands down my hair.

After a few minutes we made it to her car, I rubbed the tears away and started explaining everything starting with the end of that stupid party where everything fell apart. Shayla just listened, exactly what I needed, what I didn’t realise I needed. She gave tips of advice when she felt was right and gave nudges of encouragement too.

By the time we got back to the Country club the girls were already getting ready, some already had their hair done, some their makeup but it was fine because we still had plenty of time. Belly gave me a looking asking ‘are you okay?’ and I just gave her a nod.

After we finished our makeup I did Shayla’s hair, curling up the end of her ponytail, then she twisted and turned mine into a beautiful bun near the nape of my neck. Time flew by before I knew it, soon enough I was changed into my dress and it felt a million miles away from this morning, but at the same time as though I was still laying in bed mere minutes ago.

There was a knock on the door and Paige’s voice came through, “Do you ladies want a group picture in the vanity room? We’re starting in a few minutes,” she communicated. Gigi excitedly opened the door and we had a little photoshoot even convincing to get Paige in a few on a timer.

“Now, let’s go,” she said ushering us out, Shayla and I at the end, she reached for my hand and gave it a tight squeeze, shooting a smile in my direction and giving me a nod.

“You’re beautiful, inside and out,” I whispered.

“You’re amazing too Y/n, now let’s kill this thing,” I nodded and meagre minutes later were stood in a line on the girl’s side of the stage’s wings. Belly’s in front of me, her name about to be called, and all of a sudden a feeling of pride and butterflies fulfils me, I was making my mum proud, and Laurel and Susannah, but most importantly myself, no matter how rough and isolating this summer felt I got through it.

Before I knew it Belly was walking out meeting Jeremiah who didn’t take his eyes off her, it made a piece of my heart melt. Then there was Austin, waiting to meet my eye, he gave me a reassuring smile and nod, I looked away waiting for Paige to announce us.

“Y/n L/n,” she called and then started listing my plans for collage and the charity events I’ve participated in, I walked out, not looking at Austin once, my sight searching for my mom. I spotted her to the left at our table, Susannah right next to her, then there was him. Conrad Fisher. I pleaded with my eyes to look away, even if only to Laurel who sat on the other side of him or to my dad who sat next to Belly’s. Con didn’t meet my eyes he was looking straight at Belly and Jeremiah and that’s when it hit me. It was Belly. It was always going to be Belly.

I was fine until I felt Austin’s tug on my arm, Paige was about to announce Shayla and Steven. After those two we were allowed to just wander around, greet everyone, my mom had a hold on me before I could blink, she had tears in her eyes.

“You’re growing up Y/n/n,” she said in panic, “You’re still my baby though,” she turned to my dad, “Are we getting old Michael, am I getting old?” she overexaggerated.

“No honey you still look fine like wine,” he complimented, I wanted to gag, how they were still so in love I didn’t know. Dad come to Cousins for the last two weeks of summer like he always did after a week trip with his old college buddies, it was nice having him here for again.

“Oh Austin don’t you just look gorgeous too!” mom exclaimed going to give him a hug too, my parents became very fond of Austin very quickly though dad did seem to express some confusion, I had been talking to and about the Fisher boys all year but after a barbeque with Austin and his parents he was sold.

“You’re a good young man Austin, I can’t wait to see your dance now, Jeremiah tried to teach me some of the moves yesterday,” he explained, Austin laughed while my dad tried to impersonate Jeremiah and I visibly face palm.

“Ok, ok, ok my turn to hug my adoptive daughter,” Susannah announced, mom and dad step away and quickly I’m in her embrace smiling into her shoulder, “You look beautiful sweetie, and even though you’re not here with a Fisher boy like I expected,” she paused awkwardly, hanging onto her last few words, “You have a wonderful time, you’ll have to invite Austin and his parents to our last night barbeque tomorrow,” she said excitedly.

“Susannah- I don’t-” I start but she flashes her puppy eyes first to me, then to Austin stood next to me.

“We’ll be there,” he said with a smile and guilty eyes looking to me.

“Fantastic!” Susannah exclaimed before turning to discuss details with my parents. Laurel hugs me then Belly’s dad makes sure to give me some motivational comment, Conrad give me something of a smile and a quick side hug which I don’t have the strength in my arms to reciprocate, when it comes to him I lose all control.

After everyone takes their seats again Austin whispers in my ear “I do love you parents,” he said.

“They love you too, actually they have obsessions with you,” I laugh.

“And now it’s time for a very special dance,” Paige announces over the microphone, everyone turns to her with excitement, “No not the dance where your little girls become young women, the boys have prepared something first,” she says and now everyone seemed even more excited.

The music come on and all the boys make their way onto the dance floor in beat, Shayla and I stand hand in hand, Belly on my other side and we watch, laughing, we were not allowed to see this dance before today, it was meant to be a ‘treat’ for us girls but Jeremiah was so excited that he practically showed us most of the dance moves already. Though now that it was all happening together before our eyes I couldn’t deny that it was actually pretty good.

Conrad’s eyes were stuck on his brother, I wouldn’t call the emotion jealousy but there was something there, he only just broke away to look at his phone, that’s where his sight stayed for the rest of the dance and into the conversation that broke out on our table afterwards. Shayla came rushing to the table saying that we needed to get more photos, which mom and Susannah were more than happy to take, I had some with Belly, then Austin and some of the other girls.

After a few minutes of taking pictures Paige was back on the microphone announcing that the main event was about to begin. The introductory music began to play, every was making their way to their place in lines Belly was stood looking around the whole room, searching.

“Has anyone seen Jeremiah?” She asked, looking desperately at me then Shayla, we both shook our heads, how did we not notice him slip away. Belly awkwardly played around with her glove before facing our table, was she going to sit out of the dance?

That was when it happened, Conrad stood up, it was as if time had stopped, he was making his way towards her, reaching for her hand. I felt the phantom pain in my palm as if it was me he was touching, I tried not to wince at the cold sensation.

Then we’re dancing, Austin’s body heat all over my space but my eyes don’t leave Belly and Conrad. Jeremiah is going to be pissed, as if on command in the corner of my eye I see him walk in, his jaw drops subtly as he watches the same scene unfold in front of him.

Even after the dances finishes they don’t move apart, they’re stood there like the only two people in the world, staring into each other’s eyes. A hand went to my heart, nails digging into my collarbone. It was one thing getting rejected about the dance- since he did say he wasn’t going to do it beforehand, but kissing me and now being here smiling at Belly like she was the only girl he ever had eyes for, after dancing with her felt like animals ripping at my heart, all trying to get a piece, shredding it apart. Why did he ever kiss me? It ruined everything I could have always lived in blissful ignorance.

Susannah always believed from the moment my mom found out she was pregnant that I was going to be destined for one of her boys, and then just a little over a year later when Laurel got pregnant too Suze said that she was also destined for one of her boys. Now I stand here wondering if she could have ever predicted that both the Fisher boys would fall in love with Belly and I would be the one watching, drowning in my own sorrow. Missing him.

After being frequently requested: Part Two

MASTERLIST

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x you #the summer i turned pretty x reader #the summer i turned pretty imagine #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp x reader #tsitp imagine #tsitp fanfic

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the-record · 1 year

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softball!ellie headcanons

thank you to @lov9r ‘s lovely anon who said this im OBSESSED

softball!ellie x soccer!reader

an: i know little to nothing ab softball so bear with me

ellie is our lovely player (more ways than one) literally anyone knows ellie like shes a total babe

you however!!!

very focused on soccer and keeping up with the team

and when u see her you immediately ask bestie!abby who it is bc you need her like yesterday

and abbys just

“excuse me? wdym thats ellie. ellie williams??? how do you not know her?? she’s literally the hottest girl on the softball team”

and now of course you have to go to the softball games!!!

bc what kind of crush would you be if you didnt

ellie is not into the sport for the fame, no she honestly just loves the sport

but when she sees you??????????

on her BEST behavior playing her absolute best

bc this totally fine babe is at her game and now shes in love

BUT

youre both too wimpy and scared to do anything

until one night at some stupid frat party

abby dragged you, dina dragged her

“els cmon it’ll be fun! we can smoke and whatever and that hot soccer girl will be there” wink wink nudge nudge

“y/n babe come with me youve been so stressed lately you need to relax! plus… a little birdy told me ellie would be there”

honestly ellie is so disappointed when she cant find you, she thought this was her chance

and shes going to refill her drink when BAAM

drink ALL over you and shes just

“oh shit, my bad im so sor- wait, i know you, youre at all my games! hi im ellie”

and ur justs frozen, nodding in place

bc abby was right and you cant decide to giggle and scream or run away

ellie just smiles (she loves having that effect on you) and grabs your hand, pulling you to the bathroom

and you are just starstruck as she helps clean your top now soaked in alcohol

you dont even realize when she asks for your number

and the rest was history (ew)

you do literally everything together

stretching

“babe you’ve gotta stretch or youre gonna be sore tomorrow … well dont come complaining to me when youre in pain!”

after a bad game, maybe an offense got past your or you missed a goal :/

“hey, its okay. it happens to the best of us babe… you didnt let them down sweet girl, they understand.”

when you’re stressed before a big game

“i know angel. come on, lay down with me, you should relax before tomorrow.”

and you ofc do the same for her

when shes running late (always)

“els babe you’re gonna be late!! no i dont care, ill get something there, lets go!”

#softball!ellie #soccer!reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou 2 #ashley johnson #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #ellie willams the last of us #abby anderson

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chxrrybcmbs · 5 months

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Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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yournecessaryevil · 11 months

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Imagine...

...Chris doing a Skype call with you while he's away on tour, because he misses you...

• fluff; language; slight angst

"Come save me, please. These guys are driving me nuts."

"We love you toooo!" you heard someone yell back. You grinned, trying your hardest not to laugh as you stared back at Chris through the screen of your laptop.

He shook his head, an exasperated look on his face, though you could swear you saw the edges of his mouth pull up in a brief smile. "Seriously. Come save me?" he repeated, raising both brows at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, giving him a light shrug. "At least there's only a few weeks left of the tour? Then you get to come home," you answered. "Then I get to come home," Chris echoed, heaving a sigh.

He sounded exhausted, the poor man. You knew given the chance, he'd tour every day if he could. Music was one of his biggest passions, it had always been. But as much as he loved what he did, there were also those days where nothing could fully keep the exhaustion at bay.

"You sound tired, do you want me to let you go so you can get some rest?" you asked softly. "No!" came Chris's loud and immediate reply. "Er, no," he repeated, a little quieter, shaking his head at you. "I want to talk to my girlfriend, I haven't seen her in almost six months," he added.

You smirked, an idea suddenly creeping into the forefront of your mind. "Oh? Well, when you do finally see her, let me know how she is," you teased him. He stuck his tongue out at you in response, unable to keep from smiling as he laughed. God, how you'd missed that sound...

"Yeah, she's great! I should introduce the two of you sometime. You'd get along with each other really well," he teased back. "She's kind of a brat, though," he added with a wink, smirking at you through the laptop screen.

"Hey!" you protested, earning another laugh from Chris. "Nah, you're my good girl," he reassured you, waving you off with a smile. Leaning back in his chair, Chris ran a hand through his dark hair, letting out another soft sigh.

"Ugh, three more weeks. And then I can come home and see my beautiful girl. I miss you so much," he said softly. His words sent a little twinge of pain through you for a moment. It was never easy, those rare occasions where you had to stay home while Chris went on tour.

But with the different schedules you two shared, sometimes that was the only option. You were training to go into a career of makeup artistry, and while most of your job opportunities landed you a spot on tour with the boys, there were always those select few that had you staying a little closer to home.

These past six months had been one of those times, and you'd been missing Chris since the moment he and his bandmates had left on that bus. You swallowed hard, giving him the best smile you could manage. "I miss you too," you whispered.

Chris's gaze softened, a rueful smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. "Hey, no. No tears for me, okay? Three more weeks," he said gently, holding up three fingers as he spoke. "And then I'm home. To stay," he added.

Before you could answer him, you noticed Ricky pop into view of the camera from behind Chris; he leaned in with a smile on his face. "We'll take good care of him for you until then, we promise," he teased you, one eye closing in a wink.

"No we won't!" you heard Vinny call out from the background. The edges of your mouth twitched up into a flicker of a smile as you watched Ricky throw a quick glance over his shoulder, shaking his head at his bandmate, before turning back around to face the camera.

"Yes, we will. Don't listen to him. You'll get to see Chris again before you know it. In the meantime, trust us to know what we're doing?" he told you. You nodded, quickly blinking back the tears that had started to form in the corners of your eyes.

Ricky winked at you again, before disappearing from view of the camera. You trusted his bandmates more than they'd ever know; they had all been really sweet to you and so supportive of you and Chris when the news had broken of the two of you dating.

More than that, they had made you feel included, like you were part of their little tight-knit family. Vinny had taken an instant liking to you, the two of you constantly adding fuel to each other's antics, something the other guys in the band weren't always too keen on. But you knew that at the end of the day, if you had their backs, they'd always have yours...

"Hey. What are we thinking so hard about over there?"

Chris's voice broke through your thoughts, and you started a little, giving him a nervous smile. "No, I was just thinking about what Ricky had said..." you mused aloud. Chris grinned, sneaking a quick look over his shoulder before facing the camera again.

"He's right, you know. As much shit as we all give each other, we take care of our own. And hey," he said, offering you a conspiratorial smile, "maybe I can arrange for us to be home a week earlier than planned, we'll see."

You bit back a smile, nodding. "So... see you in two weeks then?" you asked. Chris grinned, shrugging. "If these guys don't mind, then yeah. See you in two weeks, Y/N. Hey, baby, I gotta go. We have rehearsal and then sound check in a few, so... talk to you soon?" he said.

You nodded again, blowing him a kiss through the camera. "You'd better. I love you, Chris, so much..." you told him. He blew you a kiss too, giving you that smile of his that had made you fall so hard for him in the first place.

"I will, I promise. I love you too, Y/N. See you when I get home," he answered. With that, the two of you hung up on the Skype call, but not before you could hear one of Chris's bandmates make some comment about how the two of you were "sappy as shit".

As you sat there with your laptop, a smile slowly made its way onto your face. He might be more than a thousand miles away right now, but you knew without a doubt that Chris was missing you just as much as you were missing him, and he'd be home before you knew it, just as he had always done...

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw As A Father (Pt. III)

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: The saga continues! I would suggest reading Part I and Part II before reading this part.

Tag list for those who specifically expressed interest in being notified for this part: @lunamoonbby, @blessupblessup, @itscheybaby, @yourphinphan81, @acdassenza.

Warnings: Mentions of deployment, pregnancy and childbirth, lots and lots of fluffy goodness.

* A separate warning for this gif because OH MY GOODNESS! *

- Rooster is an incredibly hands-on father.

- Whenever he isn’t working or spending time with you, you know without a doubt that you can find him on the floor in the living room, playing games with your children and making them laugh until their sides hurt.

- “Daddy, play with me!” is a call that you hear echoing throughout your apartment on a daily basis. While the kids love playing with you during the day, they can’t help but be excited when their father comes home every night, especially since he’s usually gone before they wake up in the morning.

- Even if you end up going back to sleep, you and Rooster usually wake up at the same time so that you can enjoy some morning coffee and a little quiet time together in the kitchen. Your favorite part of your morning routine is watching Rooster sneak into the kids’ rooms to give them each a kiss goodbye before he has to leave.

- He always saves a kiss for you on his way out the door, winking as he tells you, “Don’t spoil them too much!”

- “You’re one to talk!” you always call back, smiling. In addition to being incredibly hands-on, Rooster is also a very doting father. He has a hard time saying no to anything the kids ask for.

- The kids want ice cream on the drive home from the park? Rooster is making a pit stop to get it for them. Goose wants to play cops and robbers for the fifteenth time that night? Rooster is already up and ready to go. Lydia wants her daddy to attend a tea party with all her stuffed animals? Rooster is there.

- “I can’t deny their mommy anything, so how could I deny them?” he teases you whenever you poke fun at him for making you play the bad cop.

- Goose and Lydia love to listen to their father play the piano at night before they go to bed. At five years old, Goose is already able to bang out a few simple tunes, and three-year-old Lydia is catching up fast to her older brother. They always giggle and try to sing along whenever Rooster plays “Great Balls of Fire.”

- “Come on, baby, sing with the family,” Rooster usually calls to you with a playful wink. “I know you can!”

- The kids are inconsolable whenever Rooster has to travel for work, and you can’t say you blame them. Even after all these years, you still shed a few tears whenever your husband leaves for a mission.

- Rooster always kneels down in front of the kids so that he’s on eye level with them, his heart breaking every time he sees their tears. “Daddy loves you both so much. I’m going to be back soon, I promise,” he tells them, pulling them both into a big hug. He remembers what it was like to have to say goodbye to his own father, and the tears his mother often shed when she thought he wasn’t looking.

- “Goose, you’re the man of the house while I’m gone. You’re going to look out for your mom and sister, right?” Rooster asks, trying to hide a smile as your son’s chest puffs out with pride.

- “Yes, Daddy!” Goose always promises with a big nod of his head and a little salute.

- The days you’re reunited after a mission are always the best. The kids make Rooster “welcome home” signs and the three of you usually bake him some kind of cake or cookies. Your heart melts at the sight of Goose and Lydia screaming and running into their father’s arms, clinging to him even as he moves to wrap you in his embrace and kiss you.

- Besides hating to see their tears, Rooster also hates to see your children in any kind of pain. Every time they get a scrape or injury, he’s always there to dry their tears and bandage up their boo-boos. The two of you usually work as a team, since both Goose and Lydia hate having their wounds washed out with alcohol. Rooster holds their hands and tries to distract them with silly faces while you clean their cuts out, then the two of you make sure to “kiss it and make it all better.”

- When you have to take the kids to the doctor for their annual shots and boosters, Rooster holds them in his lap so that they don’t get scared. Sometimes he’ll even ask their pediatrician if he can get a band-aid, too, so that they don’t feel so alone. Afterwards, he always insists on buying them ice cream.

- When Goose was four, he broke his arm jumping off the dining room table while “trying to be a pilot like Daddy.” You’d had to frantically call Rooster to meet you at the hospital while he was still at work. He’d dropped everything to race there and tell Goose how brave he was, and how proud he was of him.

- Not long after Lydia’s third birthday, you discover that you’re pregnant with Baby #3, which both you and Rooster are ecstatic about. You begin house hunting shortly afterward, knowing that you’re going to need more space as your family continues to grow and expand.

- After a few months of navigating the housing market, you finally end up with a lovely bit of property right near the beach, with lots of room for your growing family. It also happens to be fairly close to Penny’s place, which is great because she and Mav, and even Amelia on occasion, love to babysit when you and Rooster go out for date nights.

- When you’re a little over eight months pregnant, Rooster suddenly gets orders for a mission that will take him away for at least two weeks. Though you know it’s the plight of an aviator’s wife, you can’t help but shed many tears over it, terrified at the thought that your husband won’t be home when you give birth. You’d been incredibly lucky that he’d been there for Goose’s and Lydia’s births.

- “Baby, I’ll be back in no time. You’re not due for almost a month,” Rooster reassures you, wiping your tears and running a loving hand over your swollen belly. “You stay put in there until I get home, okay?” he whispers to the baby, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

- A week after he leaves, however, your water suddenly breaks while Penny is over for lunch, helping you with the kids.

- “No,” you murmur, eyes widening in shock and dismay. “No, that can’t be my water breaking,” you insist, shaking your head in denial.

- “Sweetie, it is,” Penny says in her calmest voice, already rising to go round up the kids and grab your hospital bag. “It’s going to be alright. We’re going to get you to the hospital.”

- “No, no, no, no,” you tell her, tears burning your eyes as you shake your head again. “It can’t be! Not yet! Bradley isn’t here. Bradley needs to be here,” you sob.

- Though you’re nearing hysterics, Penny manages to calm you down enough to get you into the car so that she can drop the kids off with Mav and then get you to the hospital.

- Already having gone through labor and delivery twice before, your body knows exactly what to do. Once you’re at the hospital, it ends up being your quickest birth to date.

- James Thomas Bradshaw comes into the world that afternoon, just as big and as loud as his older brother had been when he was born. You and Rooster hadn’t known if you were having a boy or a girl, but thankfully you’d already decided on names.

- You sob when they place your son in your arms, not only because of the abundant love pouring out of your heart, but also because you wish more than anything that Rooster could be here with you. He would be devastated when he learned that James had been born without him.

- A few hours after James is born, Penny and Mav bring Goose and Lydia to meet their new baby brother. Though Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob are on the mission with Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote are able to come to the hospital as well. They bring balloons, flowers, chocolates, and a giant teddy bear, knowing that you would be upset about Rooster being away.

- That night, when you’re alone in your hospital room with little James sleeping soundly on your chest, you get a text from your husband. FaceTime? he asks with a little heart emoji. No one had told him yet. They knew you needed to be the one to do it.

- Lifting up your phone so that your newborn son is visible on your chest, you dial Rooster’s number and wait, heart hammering, for him to pick up. When he does, you can immediately see his eyes go wide and some of the color drain from his face.

- “Hi, Daddy,” you say softly, gently lifting James’ tiny fist and waving it slowly.

- “Baby, I—” Rooster isn’t even able to get the words out as he suddenly bursts into tears, the sight of you and the baby too much for his heart to take. He can’t believe you’d gone into labor and he hadn’t been there. “Baby, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he manages to choke out.

- “It’s okay,” you tell him tenderly, stroking your son’s soft head with gentle fingers. “He just wanted to make an early entrance, that’s all.”

- “He? Another boy?” Rooster sniffs, smiling at that. “Welcome to the world, James Thomas,” he says reverently, watching the baby in awe through his phone screen. “I can’t wait to get to hold you soon.”

- “He says ditto,” you grin, talking to Rooster for a few more minutes until he has to go. “I love you,” you tell him before he goes, blowing him a kiss.

- “I love you, too, baby. So much,” Rooster replies, blowing kisses for you and the baby before reluctantly ending the call.

- When Rooster returns home a week later, Mav and Penny go to pick him up with Goose and Lydia since James is still too young to be around too many people yet. The minute Rooster walks through the door of your home, he immediately runs to you, taking you in his arms and kissing you deeply.

- “God, I missed you,” he whispers, nuzzling your nose with his.

- “I missed you, too,” you whisper back, a few tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes. In addition to missing him, your hormones were still all over the place from childbirth. “Want to meet your son?”

- Rooster eagerly follows you over to the bassinet, where James is just opening his eyes from a nap. He’s the sweetest, most good-natured baby. “Hello, my sweet angel,” you coo, carefully lifting him into your arms. “Come meet Daddy,” you say, stroking his cheek as you turn and gently place him into your husband’s waiting arms.

- Staring down at him in wonder, Rooster starts to well up again. “He’s so damn perfect,” he breathes out softly, gazing down at your son with love. “And so are you,” Rooster tells you, leaning over to kiss you again.

- That night, as Goose and Lydia play on the floor and you and Rooster snuggle on the couch with the baby, you can’t think of a time in your life when you’ve ever been happier.

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i have serious negan brainrot and i know you’ll indulge in my thoughts bc we share the same brain🥰 could you please write something about reader being the only one who’s nice to and taking care of negan while he’s locked up? maybe you could incorporate negan and judith’s relationship bc they’re just the cutest 🥺

DUHHHH I'm so happy you're this far in the series lmao

"Morning sunshine." Negan grins as he repeatedly tosses a ball into the air, sending me a sassy smile from across the dim room.

"You seem awfully chipper today." I snort, sliding his breakfast under the cell and he groans loudly as he sits up. He sends me a shameless shrug as I slide down the wall beside his cell, wrapping my arms around my knees as I watch him inspect his breakfast.

"Get to see my best girl." He winks, taking a bite of his toast with a quiet, pleased groan.

"You mean your only girl- your only friend." I tease, watching his brows lift in offense, his hand reaching up to rest over his heart.

"Ouch sweetheart." The name hits me like a punch to the gut but in the best ways, the butterflies in my stomach flipping and churning over a simple name. "Does Judith count as a friend?" He asks, mouth full of food and I giggle, reaching up to slap a hand over my mouth.

"That's pretty sad, Negan." I mutter with a knowing nod, watching a tired look pass through his expression, a boyish grin sliding across his lips.

"Not my fault the only two people I haven't pissed off are a ten year old with way too many questions and a woman who's way outta my league." I try my best to ignore his flirting but I'm not good at it. My whole body temperature increases by at least thirty degrees and my lip tucks between my teeth. He watches me carefully, gaging my reaction before his eyes flutter back down to his breakfast.

"Hate to break it to you but it's not that hard to be out of your league, buddy." He gasps at my choice of language, eyes squinting at me with a pained grin.

"Buddy- Christ on a cracker, Y/n. You're killing me here." He pleads, elbows resting on his knees as he looks down at me with a teasing look, his tongue sweeping out to wet his chapped lips.

"You told me once to always be honest with you."

"Yeah and I always knew you'd shoot straight with me but I never thought you'd be a bully." He laughs, his soft, adoring grin conveying the opposite tone than his attitude.

"You love it." I whisper, the flirtatious, inviting words escaping me before I can stop them but he just gives me a knowing shrug in return.

"I kind of do."

"Am I interrupting something?" My head snaps to the door to see Judith standing in the doorway with a confused look, her brows furrowed tightly as she looks between Negan and I. There are at least six books in her tiny arms, presumably to spark ideas for the many questions she has to pester Negan with.

"Now you have both of your friends in the same place, Negan- how does it feel?" I gasp, waving Judith over to me as she tosses her books down beside me, sliding down between me and the cell.

"Jude, cover your ears, I'm gonna start swearing." Negan warns.

"He's grumpy today." Judith whispers to me, her eyes not leaving Negan for one second as a smirk spreads across her lips. She knows she can get away with almost anything in Negan's presence- she can say whatever she wants, ask anything she wants, and tease him till he's red in the face.

There's a certain soft spot in Negan's heart for the sassy girl; maybe because he knows the shit she's been through, maybe it's because he's known every one of her family members who have died and he feels a sense of responsibility to tell her about them. He's never opened up to me on why he feels so protective over her but I assume it stems from him wanting to finally do right by someone.

"I wasn't annoyed before she showed up, I'd like that noted." Negan adds and Judith giggles, looking to me with a teasing look before looking back at Negan who gazes softly at her.

"Well, Negan, if it makes you feel any better, I was told that when someone picks on you, it means they like you." Negan's eyes snap to me almost instantly as the implication leaves Judith's mouth, my lips parting in quiet shock at how right she is.

"Who told you that?" He asks, not taking his eyes off of me for one second.

"Rosita." I bury my head in my hands at her answer, my chest rumbling with a pained chuckle, realizing that I'll have to talk to Rosita and tell her to stop giving Judith men advice or else I'm going to pay for it.

"She's probably right." Negan shrugs and Judith's eyes light up at his validation. Her head snaps to look at me, almost looking to me to confirm it too but if I confirm it, I'll be confirming Negan's suspicions in regards to my feelings for him. "Got anything to say?" He asks me with a shit eating grin and I just shrug, keeping my mouth shut. "Judith Grimes, you did the impossible. You got Y/n here to shut her mouth." I tilt my head at him with a pointed, annoyed look that only gets a wink in return from Negan.

"You guys are the worst." I huff but Judith is quick to toss her hands up in the air in surrender.

"I did nothing."

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Lessons| Stray Kids

Lesson 3

Lesson 3: Oral

Chan x Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Heavy Makeouts, implied sex, slight somnophilia, swearing, dirty talk

Part One, Two 👈🏽

You walked in your living room slowly, you were super sore from last night. Seungmin and Chan really went hard on you, and you could feel it all this morning and on the way home last night. You sat down on your couch, and thought about ways to calm the aching pain in between your legs and the inside of your thighs. Heating pad? Too cliché. Hot bath? Already took one. Napping? Already well rested. You looked outside your place and saw your pool water gleaming calmly. It was such a nice warm day outside that you couldn’t even resist the urges of temptation. A calming swim for the day? Now that was an idea that you could get behind.

You walked back to your bedroom to put on your bikini and grabbed a towel along with your phone, and put on your flip flops before opening your screen door to your pool. You put your towel, flip flops, and phone on the table, ready to jump in, but before you could, your phone chimed, and you already knew who it was.

Channie: The boys won’t leave today, so we have to have Hyunjin’s lesson somewhere else.

You: Ugh, idk Chan, my legs hurt from how hard you and Seungmin went on me last night 🙄 Idk if I can take more to my body.

Channie: Don’t worry, I think you could definitely use this lesson well. Consider this one a treat 😉

You thought to yourself about what he meant and you remembered that Hyunjin’s problem was that he sucked at oral. You thought to yourself before finally deciding on your decision.

You: Okay, I guess we can do this lesson today, we can do it at my house, but bring a swimsuit, Hyunjin too, and come around to the back, it’ll be unlocked.

Channie: Gotcha babe! Be there in twenty

After you finished texting Chan, you put down your phone and hurriedly jumped into the pool. You swam around before coming up for air, loving the contrast between the cool water and the hot sun on your skin. You swam in the pool for a little before finally adjusting your body to float on top of the water for a few minutes before you heard the fence open up before closing back again.

“(Y/n), we’re here!” You could pinpoint that voice from a mile away, the boys were finally here and you smiled. You began to swim again instead of floating, your body swam towards Chan as he entered, and you could see a slightly taller figure behind him, hiding in his shadow. “Don’t be shy.” Chan said to the peeking figure. Hyunjin stood tall on his own now before greeting you properly. “Hi, (Y/n).” He said softly. You smiled before nodding your head with a hello. “Hey Hyunjin.” His eyes gleamed as you greeted him with the kindness you always have, he felt way more confident about everything today and thought that maybe it was a day to chill and relax with you and Chan.

Chan and Hyunjin put their towels and personal items on the table getting ready to go get into the pool. They removed their shirts to show their very muscular upper bodies, much to your liking. You knew that both of them were great and very competitive swimmers so you knew they couldn’t pass up the opportunity to not go swimming, especially with you. As Hyunjin got himself ready to swim, his eyes stayed glued to yours as he undressed, showing himself off, but you knew that you could play that game too. You hopped out of the pool in front of the boys, your body glistening with water in the sunlight, as your small bikini only covered what needed to be covered. Hyunjin bit his lip as his eyes widened staring at you prominently. He felt a shift in the tightness of his swim trunks and immediately worried about you noticing. Chan looked at Hyunjin and smirked, he loved seeing the affect you had on his members.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, while you guys sit tight and look hot.” You winked. “Chan I don’t know if I can do this, she’s just too hot.” Hyunjin whispered to Chan as you walked into your house. “Calm down, we’re about to start okay?” Chan replied, rubbing the back of Hyunjin’s back. Hyunjin couldn’t control the tent as it continued to grow. He saw you walking back to the pool making him gasp, not wanting you to see it, Hyunjin hurriedly jumped into the pool. His upper body body barely getting wet as he went closer towards the shallow end.

“I’m back, oh Hyunjin you couldn’t wait for me, I thought we could jump in together.” You teased, causing Chan to giggle. “N-no, I was just getting a little hot.” He replied. “Oh, okay, I just thought that you were trying to hide something maybe.” You shrugged making Hyunjin gulp. You took a sip of your water before grabbing Chan hand and walked towards the deeper end. “Shall we?” You asked before Chan nodded. You both jumped in, your hands no longer intertwined as your bodies touched the water, you both swam up at the same time, your eyes finally opening as you reached the surface before you both swam to Hyunjin giggling.

“That was so much fun, I miss swimming with you.” You smile at Chan. “Me too, Hyunjin’s a pretty good swimmer too.” He points to Hyunjin, causing him to turn around to the both of you. “Hmm, I could already tell, you can’t get back muscles like that without being a good swimmer.” You said causing Hyunjin to blush like crazy. “Hyunjin come over here. Don’t be shy.” You smiled. Hyunjin was hesitant, his boner never letting up as he looked down at the water. He carefully swam to you and Chan but remained distant so you wouldn’t find out.

You all began to enjoy yourselves for a moment, giggling to each other, catching up on life, racing from either sides of the pool, and overall just relaxing as really good friends. Hyunjin was super calm about his situation the entire time, he shared a quick glance to Chan from time to time to calm him down, but it didn’t work because he could only view you in his sight, body glistening with water and just looking hot all together. Hyunjin was chill, his focus on you was a little too much causing him to accidentally swim into you making you gasp.

“Oh my god, (Y/n) I’m so sorry!” Hyunjin quickly apologized. “Hyunjin it’s okay, you just weren’t paying attention, it’s okay.” You assured. You could read Hyunjin like a book, you smirked knowing exactly why he was scared to run into you, quickly you decided to play along. “But Hyunjin I just want to know, have you always had three legs?” You giggled causing Chan to hide his smile behind you and Hyunjin to turn as red as ever. He closed his eyes before apologizing again. “I’m so sorry (Y/n), it’s just that I find you really attractive and I can usually keep my composure, but I just wasn’t ready to see you look so good today, and I just-” You quickly swam over to him, shutting him up. “Hey, it’s okay, I understand it happens. The only problem is what are we going to do about it.” You smirked making Hyunjin even more turned on than ever. You quickly planted a kiss to Hyunjin’s plump lips, your hands tangling in his wet hair. Hyunjin’s eyes widened he didn’t realize this was all going to happen so fast.

You could feel his member poking at you thigh under the water and giggled. He didn’t kiss back still trying to understand what was happening. “Come on Jinnie, aren’t you gonna kiss me back?” You quickly placed Hyunjin’s large hands against your waist before he finally gave in and kissed you like he meant it. He was very dominant in the kiss making you whimper. You smiled happy that he could finally get to kiss you without being so nervous. You felt his boner poking you again making you shudder you pulled away from his lips before looking down. “Do you help with that Hyunjin?” You asked sweetly causing him to nod his head very quickly. You scooted back from his body before removing the strings on your bikini top exposing your breasts to him. Hyunjin groaned feeling his member twitch in the water, before you could continue with your little game, Chan came behind you, tickling your waist making you jump. You were so into watching Hyunjin get so nervous you totally forgot about him.

“How about we get started with the lesson and then you two can finally have some fun?” You and Hyunjin both nodded before Chan began to guide the two of you to the edge of the pool. “Hyunjin, I know that everyone seems to see you as some kind of sex god, but is there something that you have trouble with?” You asked. “I-I, I don’t want to say. It’s embarrassing.” Hyunjin replied. “It’s okay, we won’t judge, whatever you have problems with, we’ll help you.” You reassured him. “Okay, I don’t think that I’m good at eating a girl out. I’ve tried but apparently I’ve failed so many times, I can never get them off with my tongue, but every other aspect is great.” He said shyly. “Hyunjin it’s okay, you’re not the first who doesn’t know how to go down on a girl properly. In fact, some people have to take time in learning.” Chan said. “We can help if you want.” You smiled. “Please, I’m desperate.” Hyunjin replied, making you and Chan smile at each other, he was the only member who wasn’t as hesitant and was very eager to be helped.

“Okay, Hyunjin, we’re going to teach you, but because you need to learn oral, (Y/n)’s pleasure comes first, so you can’t receive any pleasure from her until you make her release okay?” “Hyunjin was very hesitant at Chan’s words but he thought that if he went this long swimming with you, then he could definitely hold his composure, maybe. “Okay.” Hyunjin replied. “Good, now set (Y/n) on the edge of the pool.” Hyunjin quickly reached for your waist before he lifted you up, your body sitting at the edge, while your feet were still in the water. Hyunjin and Chan looked at you, your bare chest gleaming from the water droplets and the sunlight making them thirsty for you.

“Okay Hyunjin, the best way for me to explain how to eat a girl out is simple. The pleasure center is the clit, the entrance is second to that. The best way to eat a girl out is to apply tons of pressure to her pussy. Lick her, suck her, nibble her clit, all of those things can make a girl cum, but it won’t be too fast. Release from oral takes time and patience and if you don’t have it, then the girl won’t cum.” Hyunjin nodded while still looking at you, licking his lips. Your hands rubbed against Hyunjin’s long locks as Chan talked to him. “Alright Hyunjin are you ready to try a different approach at eating a girl out?” Chan asked. He looked at you one final time before answering. “Yes.” “Good, now I need you to remove (Y/n)’s bottoms.” Hyunjin looked to you before his fingertips grazed the waistband of your bikini bottoms. “It’s okay.” You smiled. You lifted your hips up to make it easier for Hyunjin to remove your bottoms, once they were gone, Hyunjin gulped. He finally got to see you naked for the first time. You smiled before giving Chan a look before he nodded to you. You instantly opened up your legs showcasing your womanhood to both boys.

“(Y/n), you look so beautiful.” Hyunjin said. “Isn’t she?” Chan replied mesmerized. Hyunjin swam up closer to your center before taking in a breath. You could’ve sworn this entire scenario could be in a movie scene. You legs swinging in the pool water, Hyunjin and and Chan fully covered by the water, meanwhile all your bodies still glistening from the sun’s rays and the pool all at the same time.

“Ready to try it Hyunjin?” Chan asked making you snap back to reality. “Yeah.” Hyunjin was finally at eye length with your pussy. He looked up at you for reassurance before finally planting a kiss to your clit. You let out one little whimper that made him feel a little bit better. “Come on Hyunjin, you have to do a little more work if you want “(Y/n) to fix your problem.” Chan teased. Hyunjin just nodded his head before he finally used his tongue to lick a long stripe up your slit before his lips softly wrapped around your clit.

Hyunjin was starting to lightly suck around your clit, enough to where you could barely feel it. Chan noticed you weren’t into it due to the lack of your moans, he looked up at you before mouthing ‘any good?’ In which you shook your head no. Finally, Chan went back to his mentoring mode. “Hyunjin stop.” Chan said sternly.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Hyunjin asked, looking up at you. “Yes, (Y/n) tell him what’s wrong.” “You’re not putting enough passion and pressure into eating me out.” You said, causing Hyunjin to look sad. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You just have to give it your all, think about your favorite food and how passionate you are about eating it, think about a girl when you go down on her.” You said, making him nod. “And another thing Hyunjin, you also have really plump lips that can be used as an advantage, utilize that, make her feel your lips.” Chan also commented. “Ready to try it again?” He nodded his head before spreading your legs and going back in. He kissed you clit like he did the first time before finally going in with his lips attaching to your clit, but this time, he sucked with a huge amount of new pressure. You instantly threw your head back, feeling those nice plump and soft lips finally putting themselves to work, moaning at the feeling.

“Do you hear that Hyunjin? Do you hear the way she’s moaning for you, let that be a motivation to keep going, do things that makes your oral memorable.” Hyunjin nodded as he continued to give your clit a good suck. You squirmed as he began to use his tongue as his lips stayed secure around your clit. Your body beginning to grind down on his face, but stopped when Chan placed his hands on your hips with a stern look to stop moving. “You’re doing so good Hyunjinnie.” You moaned, eyes soft as you took in his appearance, lips constantly moving, soft dark hair in between your legs, that you began to comb through while it was still wet, and Hyunjin’s shoulder and back muscles that moved along with his rhythm. Hyunjin began to grow needy as he fell in love with your taste, he hummed every time he felt new essences on his tongue. He quickly shuffled before placing one of your legs his shoulder making you shudder as he sucked your clit even harder.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin!” You moaned, your hands gripping his hair more roughly. He looked up at you as he used his tongue to travel down to your entrance, circling around it before shoving his tongue into your tight little hole. “Fuck! Yes!” You yelped. Hyunjin’s tongue began to thrust in and out of you as his hand caressed your thigh that was on his shoulder. Your moans quickly turned into whimpers as his mouth did wondrous things to you. You looked to Chan who was on the other side of the pool watching intently. His hand gripped his hard on before you motioned him over. He got up from the pool, his pale skin glistening from the water and sun before standing in front of you print in your face. You pulled his swim trunks down with the one hand off of Hyunjin’s head making his dick spring up. Chan usually likes to wait until his members finish their mission before interacting but, the way your body looked across the pool, he couldn’t wait, and since this is his last time away from you until Minho brings in the next crew, he figured one blowjob while his member eats you out isn’t that bad.

You quickly wrap your mouth around his tip causing Chan to let out a groan. Hyunjin took in the scene in front of him, Watching Chan get sucked, it turned him on, but caused him to be competitive as well. Hyunjin wanted all of the attention from you on him, so while you were occupied with Chan’s cock, he swiftly traded his tongue for his fingers, pumping two of them inside you. “Hyunjin!” You whined, making him smirk. Chan smirked knowing what this was, Hyunjin was very competitive and he knew that he wanted you all to himself. Chan saw this as another motivation tactic, and wanted to see if Hyunjin was really up for the challenge to who could get the most attention from you. Chan placed your mouth back on his cock as you began to bob your head up and down his length again. His hand instantly went to your hair as he moaned at the way your mouth felt. Meanwhile, Hyunjin’s fingers never ceased inside you, rapidly pumping as his placed his mouth on your clit again, sucking vigorously as he could. You felt like you were in heaven, eyes killed back, as the two boys treated you like a slut, you knew that if either one of them where to bend you over and fuck you, you would not oblige.

Hyunjin knew you were close by the way you began to grind down on his face, your eyes concentrated on getting Chan off who was quickly starting to twitch in your mouth, nearing his orgasms. Moans of swear words were leaving his lips as well as multiple praises of ‘good girl.’ Hyunjin knew that if he wanted to get your attention, he has to make you cum now. Hyunjin sucked harder than he ever did, his long fingers realizing that he found your g-spot with the way your body jolted at a sudden thrust. Hyunjin took in the sight of your chest looking at the painfully hard nipples that were just waiting to be touched. He used his one hand to grab at one of your tits, before using his thumb and forefinger to roughly pinch the sensitive nipple, and finally after much time and patience, he saw and heard the most intense scene from you all day. “Fuck, I’m cumming Hyunjin!” You moaned out. Your body no longer against the concrete, but lifted up as you felt familiar jolts peak through your body. Your hand continued to pump Chan and before your could even put your mouth back on his tip, he started to spurt cum on your chest, your entire physique was filled with sexual energy and just like that you were locked and loaded.

“Good job Hyunjin.” Chan panted. “Thanks hyung. Are you okay, (Y/n)?” He asked causing you to look down, his face glistened with your juices. You hesitated before answering, only one thing on your mind. “Yes, but please take me to the shower, right now.” You commanded. “I need you both inside me please.” You whimpered. Both men shared a glance before coming to terms with picking you up, and bringing you to the shower as you all discarded your wet swimsuits. Your entire house could only be heard with pants, moans, whines, and swearing as the two men pounded into you in the shower, the loud thuds were probably even more worse as you all neared your peak, it’s safe to say that your night consisted of two passionate lovers who were ready to see you writhe underneath them, but of course you knew what you were in for when the creators of red lights walked into your house.

After you finally tapped out, both boys helped you throw on some clothes to sleep in as your entire body and mind completely shut itself off as you laid down in your bed. They kissed your head before finally parting ways with you and going home for the day, the satisfaction on their faces was more than enough to show their emotions. You slept peacefully for the night, as you happily dreamt of the events that took place in the pool and the shower that day. Your body was soft against the covers as it recovered from the past few days of the sexscapades. You snuggled up perfectly in the blanket, but shifted a little when you felt a warm mouth on your heat, you loved how it felt as soft kitten licks pressed around your panties before they were shifted to the side and you could feel a wet tongue on you in your sleep. You whimpered as the feelings correlated with your dream, moaning both Hyunjin’s and Chan’s names in your sleep, but once a hand groped your boobs, you were awakened, thinking it was Hyunjin or Chan, you stayed still a little falling into the sensation until a voice spoke. “I’m not Chan or Hyunjin angel.”

Your eyes, and we’re ready to freak out, but when you turned the light on, much to your dismay, it was your other fuck buddy Lee Minho between your legs.

“Minho, you scared me!” You yelped. “So you lay down and accept pleasure as a way to cope. “No, I just thought you were- what are you doing in my house, and how did you get in?” “You gave me a key remember? And besides, I just thought that it would be nice for me to show you the new instructor… me.” He replied with a smirk. “Now, are you ready for the next lesson, little slut?” He asked.

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in-love-with-srk · 9 months

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The Thorpe Dilemma #4

Since Rowan broke your arm in the forest, Xavier felt more protective of you. He knows you didn't need him to protect you, you can fight way better than he can.

But he didn't want you to get hurt again. When he walks into class, he feels disappointed to see the seat next to you being occupied by Enid.

She seemingly wants him to be near you too because the moment she spots him she gets up and goes down to sit next to Yoko. Not before grinning at you and winking at Xavier though.

"Hey" Xavier says sitting down beside you. "Hi." you respond turning towards him. "Do I want to know what that is?" You ask pointing to the scratch marks on his neck.

"Cause if it's some kinky shit that seems a little extreme."

"I- what? It's not-". "Mr. Thorpe, you come into to class 10 minutes late and you still aren't paying attention". "Sorry" He says taking his notebook out of his bag.

When looks at you again you are writing down whatever the teacher is saying and he begins to study your face. From the colour of your eyes to the shape of your lips, imagining how they would feel if he were to caress them with his thumb.

He feels concern when he sees your broken arm, but when he looks up at you, you don't seem upset about it or in pain at all. Maybe you are concealing it under the amused expression on your face from getting him in trouble.

Then his eyes drift lower to your chest, not covered by a jacket like it usually was because of the heat.

He isn't used to seeing you in just a shirt and tie. He wonders whether he'd ever be able to get used to it.

He gulps slightly trying to look away and focus on the lesson. That proved to be a difficult task.

He distracts himself by faking interest in the lesson and trying not to look at you at all.

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Xavier is studying for a test in the library when he sees you walk in holding 3 books. You head straight for the aisle with books on types of outcasts.

He watches you trying to get a book on a high shelf but struggle to reach it because you don't want to pull your broken arm.

He walks up to you, and you try to act as if you didn't notice his presence the moment you entered the library.

"Do you need any help?" He asks. You nod saying "The black book on the highest shelf." Just as you are about to move away, he puts his left hand on the bookshelf very close to your waist and leans to the right as he reaches for the book almost touching you.

You look to him in surprise to find him already looking at you, smug upon seeing your reaction. He hands you the book and gestures to walk in front of him still smirking.

"That was unnecessary," you think as you sit down, slightly flustered. He sits down on the chair on the opposite side of the table

"So why are you researching the types of outcasts? Is it for class?" "No, I'm trying to figure out what I am." "Wouldn't you be like the rest of your family?"

"I'm adopted, my dad found me at Crackstone's crypt."

"Oh...".

"I don't care enough to feel bad about it. I just want to know what I am. Other than part witch like my aunt".

"Right because bloodlines have less to do with actual blood relations than they have family." He says getting up from his chair and sitting beside you.

"We also know that you are psychic." He says opening one of the books on the table. "But I've seen my dad get visions before, but they aren't like yours."

You both grab a book each and begin flipping through them. "Xavier?" "Hmm?" He replies looking up at you.

"The vision I saw in the forest, was… you, painting the claw marks on that tree and some kind of creature."

"I've been having nightmares about it every night, and yesterday it came out of the painting and scratched me here" He says pointing at his neck.

"So you have some kind of a connection with it too" You say slightly relieved at the explanation.

"That's why it's the only thing I can seem to paint." He says. He moves his hand forward to brush hair out of your face. "Other than you".

Before you can reply Wednesday comes into the library. "Y/n, I need to speak with you".

You get up a begin following her out of the library. You cast one last look at Xavier and wave slightly making him smile.

"What did he say to you?" She asks as you both head to her dorm. "He said that he painted what he saw in his dreams." "A plausible explanation given that his dad is a psychic. Still, I'm not sure if I believe him."

"Why did something happen?" You ask. "No, I don't want to take him off our suspect list yet, because he had access to all of the victims."

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persephonewritessometimes · 1 year

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Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

“Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

“Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

“Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

“Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

“Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

“You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

“I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

“She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

“She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

“Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

“How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

“Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

“Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

“For you, Y/N? Anything!”

“Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

“As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

“Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

“Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

“I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

“What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

“Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

“There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

“I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

“Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

“Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

“One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

“Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

“How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

“I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

“That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

“I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

“I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

“Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

“I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

“Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

“You lot hot as per usual.”

“I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

“You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

“Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

“Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

“HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

“I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

“Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

“Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

“Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

"Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

“Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

“This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

“HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

“The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

“I’m just antsy.” He says.

“Why?”

“It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

“That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

“You know, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

“No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

“Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

“If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

“I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

“Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

“Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

“Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

“Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

“Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

“Oh, really?”

“Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

“I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

“It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

“Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

“Oh, mama is sad?”

“No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

“What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

“What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

“If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

“You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

“Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

“When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

“You heard that?”

“I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

“I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

“Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

“Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

“What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

“I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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ohhhh for the whump symbols ⬤ or ✘ pls 💖

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart

✘: forehead kisses

it happens in the blink of an eye.

it’s a beautiful day, perfect for the hike they’ve planned, and buck is giddy with it—giddy with the glory of the world around them, giddy with the fact that it’s the first time he and eddie have had any time to themselves in weeks.

giddy, still, with the fact that this is what time to themselves looks like now—eddie’s hand in his, on trips they planned in the bed they share. a teasing grin on eddie’s face and his posture more relaxed than buck remembers ever seeing, like he finally feels at home in his body. in himself.

and so buck’s giddy, full to bursting with lightning-quick energy. he feels almost like the golden retriever hen sometimes calls him, like he could run circles around eddie just to stop feeling like a live wire.

but he’s pretty sure that wouldn’t be very attractive.

there’s a tree a little ways further down, tall and majestic, branches hanging over the path and further still, peeking over the edge of the slight cliff to the path below. buck nudges eddie, then glances at the tree. “bet you i can climb that,” he says.

“buck—” eddie starts, but buck’s already halfway to the tree, eyeing the best footholds and mapping his path up the trunk.

it goes great, all the way until it doesn’t.

buck should have been more careful. he should have paid more attention, should have thought about where he was putting his weight, but he was too caught up looking down at eddie and catching the way eddie’s eyes tracked appreciative paths down his biceps to notice the cracking sounds beneath him until—

it happens in the blink of an eye. one moment he’s in the tree winking down at eddie, the next he’s on the ground and sharp pain lances through his shin. he looks around, confused, but doesn’t see eddie, and he doesn’t understand what happened until eddie calls out his name and he follows the sound to see eddie peering down at him.

he’s gone over the cliff, then. it isn’t too high, thankfully, but it’s high enough that he doesn’t dare look at his leg, not just yet. from the pain he’s pretty sure that it’s broken, but he doesn’t dare figure out just how badly.

“buck!” eddie calls out again. “are you—”

“i’m good,” buck calls back, wincing when he tries to twist to look at eddie and his leg lights up with pain. “or—alive. mostly in one piece.”

“sit tight,” eddie says, and despite it all buck huffs out half a laugh. where is he supposed to go?

a moment later, eddie’s scrambling down the gravelly cliffside with both their backpacks on his back. he’s careful, methodical, clearly trying to make sure at least one of them retains the ability to get out of here, but he’s still by buck’s side faster than buck would have thought possible.

“hey,” eddie murmurs, cupping buck’s cheek, and hot tears well in buck’s eyes.

it’s not the pain, though his leg does hurt like a bitch. pain is something he can deal with. but the way eddie’s looking at him, the care and concern and the fierce determination burning in the background—

that’s new. buck’s had people who’ve cared about them before, but never like this.

“baby,” eddie murmurs when the tears slip out, and leans in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, sweaty and grimy as it must be. “it’ll be okay. i already called it in, a crew is on its way to get us.”

“i—my leg,” buck says, trying not to stumble over his words as the tears slip silently down his cheeks. “i haven’t—how bad—”

“let me take a look,” eddie says, and moves over, careful not to jostle buck’s leg. “can i—”

buck nods, and grits his teeth against the pain he knows will come when eddie starts to examine him.

“this one?” eddie asks, and buck hisses as he touches it.

“yeah.”

eddie’s touch is gentle. eddie’s always gentle with him, but—there are different kinds of gentle, buck thinks, lying there with his leg sticking out. usually, eddie is gentle like he deserves it. like he is loved. now, eddie is gentle the way one is with a baby bird, with hand-blown glass or spun sugar, with fragile things ready to come apart in your hands.

it takes barely a minute for eddie to examine him but it takes a lifetime, too, a lifetime of buck biting down and trying to keep his breathing even. but finally it’s done, and eddie shuffles back around, settles carefully behind buck and lets buck rest his weight against him.

“tell me,” buck murmurs, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against eddie’s shoulder.

“broken,” eddie says softly. “but—not too badly, i don’t think. a cast and some crutches, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

buck tries to take a deep breath, but it hitches on the way in. every time he thinks he’s done, new tears keep welling up.

“sweetheart,” eddie says, pressing his lips to buck’s temple. “it’s going to be okay. you’re going to be fine.”

and it feels—nonsensical, in this moment, when he’s lying on the ground beside a hiking path with a broken leg, covered in grime and sweat and tears, and probably blood, too, from the small cuts he can feel stinging all over.

but he’s not alone. eddie’s got his back, here on this hiking path and out in the field and in the grocery store bickering over which kind of cereal to buy.

so—

maybe eddie’s right.

it’s going to be okay.

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Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: Fox hybrid Wooyoung, who gets unbearable during his ruts, bunny hybrid reader, unprotected sex, knotting, also whiny woo, semi-public sex; Wordcount: 3.373

Summary: Just like everybody got hangry when they missed a meal, Wooyoung got unbearable when he didn’t follow his fox hybrid instincts during his ruts. He would have kept in his room and fought through it like any other year but with his roommates insisting on meeting someone, he followed their request. Only to meet you, a bunny hybrid.

A/N: Pleaseeee... whoever gave him those fox ears hairband.. thank you!!! Didn’t know I needed that mental image...

“WHAT?” Wooyoung nothing but yelled at the interruption as he turned in his seat and glared at the slowly opening door. His pointed ears drew back and the edges of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to bare his fangs at the intruder at any moment.

Yeosang peaked through the gap of the door with a nervous smile on his lips. “I just wanted to know if I should order something to eat for you too.”

Wooyoung growled at his friend while his tail flicked behind him with agitation. Right now he had other worries than food and his friend should know that - or at least so he thought. “Leave,” Wooyoung snarled at Yeosang, eyes narrowing threateningly.

“Alright, alright”, Yeosang murmured and retreated, closing the door behind him. “You’re such a pain in the ass during your rut!” Before Wooyoung could storm out of his room and tear him apart, Yeosang fled the scene, sharing one knowing glance with their roommate Yunho, who stood at the edge of the hallway and waited for him.

“I assume he’s always like that?” Yunho asked and turned towards the living room, plopping down on the couch while he waited for Yeosang to answer.

Yeosang plopped down as well and sighed deeply, throwing one arm over his eyes as he leaned back into the cushions. “It gets worse every year. It seems.” Another sigh left his lips. “He should seek help during his rut but instead he just holes himself in his room until it is over.”

“But with every year without a mate it gets harder”, Yunho finished and nodded slowly, understanding the annoyance his roommate felt to some degree.

Even though he only got to know both of them at the start of their college years, Yunho connected quite well with the duo. Most of the time it wasn’t that noticeable that he didn’t know them since kindergarten like Yeosang and Wooyoung did. Only moments like these made him realise that Yeosang and Wooyoung shared a deeper bond together.

“You said he should seek help, right?”

Yeosang removed his arm from his eyes and glanced at Yunho, who grinned knowingly. “Yeah?” His voice was tentative, unsure what kind of idea Yunho had produced now.

“I heard from Mingi about a service to help with ruts.”

“I don’t think some service-”

“No, no, no! It’s not really an official service! But there is this bunny hybrid in one of our classes and apparently she offers to help others during their ruts. Rumours have it she doesn’t even charge for it because it fulfils her desires.” Yunho straightened in his position, conspiratorially leaning towards Yeosang. “She’s often in the music rooms. Which are soundproof by the way.”

Yeosang contemplated the information, rolling his head from side to side. “I still don’t think Woo would be up for something like that.”

“Maybe not but maybe he would be”, Yunho mentioned and shrugged with his shoulders, “it wouldn’t hurt telling him about it. He can still decide whether he’d follow it or not.”

“Yeah, okay. Write down the details. I’ll slip the note into his room before I head to bed this evening.”

~~~

Wooyoung stared at the scribbled words on the note, his brows furrowed in disdain. He read over the name and the location again, scoffing at the little added sentence ‘she can help you’ and the winking smiley in the corner of the piece of paper.

His thoughts wandered into dark places as he tried imagining the person behind that name. A sensual figure danced through his mind, a soft fox tail wrapped around the body to cover all the intimate parts while the pointed red ears focused on him.

Wooyoung palmed himself through his sweatpants, his own fox tail swishing behind him from excitement. Maybe he should go and seek some help otherwise the next few days would become close to painful.

After tugging himself away, Wooyoung made his way to the campus grounds. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and drew his shoulders up to his chin. It felt almost wrong to be outside while his rut was in full swing. Wooyoung knew every other hybrid that passed him, would be able to smell the spike in his pheromones and in the worst scenario they would want to jump him immediately.

Not that his fox side would complain about finally hitting it off but Wooyoung wanted to keep some sort of class. At least he tried telling himself that.

Once he reached the music rooms, his pace slowed and he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, checking with the scribbles again. No room number. Wooyoung stopped in his tracks and stared along the hallway, seeing at least a handful of closed doors in front of him.

When a door opened out of nowhere, Wooyoung jumped back and hid around the corner. His heart pounded inside of his chest while his ears swivelled around, listening in on the students that came out of the room.

“Thanks Y/N”, a male voice said, spiking Wooyoung’s interest.

The fox glanced around the corner, seeing a male hybrid - seemingly a canine - standing with his back to Wooyoung and another hybrid in front, bent over.

Wooyoung swallowed harshly, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants from that ass hugged tightly in these jeans.

He only regained some self control again, when the person straightened and turned around - a cute smile displayed on their lips.

“Really, Y/N, you’re the best!”

Wooyoung frowned, the name feeling familiar, before he raised his hand with the note and read over it again. His eyes widened momentarily while his heartbeat sped up again. So he found the one he was supposed to meet.

His eyes left the piece of paper and focused back on you. His gaze shamelessly roamed over your body and he already started imagining all the things he'd do with you, until his focus landed on your hybrid ears. Wooyoung nearly growled upon seeing the bunny ears, the edges of his mouth twitching into a snarl.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your nose against the other hybrid’s nose with a smile. “Stop flattering me, Jongho. I love to help out.”

Wooyoung had enough, your sweet voice not helping in keeping his disdain for the idea of asking you - a bunny hybrid nonetheless - for help. He was the superior hybrid, he was the fox. You should be cowering in front of him, begging for your life not the other way around.

“Hey, you’ve been out?” Yeosang greeted his friend as he stormed into the apartment, but as soon as he sensed the mood he quickly hid behind the dinner table and kept his distance from Wooyoung.

“Did you really send me to a fucking bunny hybrid?” Wooyoung snarled and slammed his hands on the table, glaring at Yeosang.

“First of all, I did not send you. You went on your own choice.”

Wooyoung growled as a warning for Yeosang to consider his next words.

“Second of all, your pride will bite you in the ass one day.”

This time Wooyoung barked at Yeosang and rounded the table, desperately trying to catch his friend so he could tear him apart. To his dismay Yeosang was faster and slipped into his own room, hiding away from Wooyoung, who then pounded with his fists against the closed door.

“So what if she’s a bunny hybrid? It’s not like you need to become her boyfriend or something. You need a good fuck to become bearable again and as far as the rumours go, bunnies should be perfect for that!”

Wooyoung stopped pounding against the door, considering Yeosang’s word. “Shut up!” He then growled and stormed off into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Inside Wooyoung dropped almost immediately on his bed, turning on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes while his hand wandered down to his cock, leisurely pumping it to relieve some tension. Low groans escaped his lips as he started to imagine not his own hand squeezing him so good.

A sweet voice rang through his mind. “I love to help out.”

Wooyoung groaned again, grabbing himself even tighter and moving his hand faster and faster. He pictured the soft smile and the bunny ears flopping from the rapid movement, feeling his own release closing in.

Until his mind caught on to his thoughts. Wooyoung immediately stopped touching himself, hissing as if he burnt his hand on the stove. Why the hell would he think of a bunny? Why the hell would he get turned on by that? And why the hell couldn’t he get your image, pumping him so eagerly, out of his head? Most importantly though, why did he want to see the real deal doing it?

~~~

“If you don’t get laid by tonight, I will personally fuck you up!” Yunho threatened through Wooyoung’s closed door, finally having had enough with his antics. With no answer to his threat, Yunho groaned in annoyance and walked away, getting a broom to clean up Wooyoung’s tantrum in the kitchen.

While cleaning up the shards, Yunho heard a door open, some rushed footsteps and the front door closing and slamming shut again. A smirk played over his lips and for once he didn’t mind cleaning up after Wooyoung.

Once again Wooyoung found himself hiding behind the corner towards the hall of the music rooms. Once again he saw you exiting a room with some other hybrid. This time it seemed like a squirrel, if that bushy tail was anything to go by.

“You should take it easy with your throat for today”, the squirrel said and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “You did amazing though today!”

Wooyoung frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed as he saw you smile and touch your throat with your fingertips, chuckling softly.

“I’ll do my best, Hongjoong!”

That Hongjoong guy giggled and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. “I will ask San if you actually even tried!”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “I won’t be at the apartment until later in the evening, so he won’t be a good judge for that. But don’t worry, I’ll be nice today. Tell Seonghwa I said hi.” You waved with your hand and watched Hongjoong walk along the corridor.

Wooyoung stepped out of his hiding spot and walked towards you, eyeing your form again. You hadn’t noticed him yet and Wooyoung used every second he got to look at your ass shamelessly.

You jumped when you turned around and nearly bumped into someone else, quickly stepping back.

“I was told you could help me”, Wooyoung murmured and looked you up and down, a smirk playing over his features.

Realisation dawned on your face and your expression quickly shifted from surprised to understanding and then to resignation.

Wooyoung noticed how your nose wriggled slightly, knowing his pheromones must be affecting you already.

“Alright”, you mumbled and turned to the open door, walking into the empty music room. You knew of your reputation, knew it stemmed from you being a bunny hybrid and how you mostly kept to yourself and met up with different hybrid breeds every now and then didn’t help to stop the rumours from spreading. Though you never thought someone would actually approach you for that.

Wooyoung closed the door behind him, locking it and then leaning against the wooden surface. He quickly scanned the room, seeing a table with two chairs, a keyboard and a music stand. His fantasy already pictured the possibilities to take you within this space until his eyes landed on your form.

You leaned against the table, one leg crossed over the other, hands beside your hips on the surface and head tilted to one side.

Wooyoung swallowed harshly. That position highlighted all your feminine features. Legs, he wanted to be wrapped around his torso; hips, he wanted to grab onto while slamming into you; tits, he wanted to bury his face into.

“So, how are you expecting this to happen?” You asked and switched from one foot to another, trying to dismiss your own nervousness - especially with a fox hybrid, who looked like he wanted to devour you whole, in the same room. You grabbed one of your ears, brushing over the soft fur as a measure to calm yourself.

Your eyes wandered over his features, his sharp cheekbones, his pointed nose and hungry eyes, his incredibly red hair that nearly hid his fox ears. You noticed his simple get up - a white shirt, dark sweatpants and a leather jacket.

“How long have you been in your rut?” You asked and walked over to him, swaying your hips with every step.

Wooyoung shrugged with his shoulders, his eyes trained on your hips. “Dunno. A week?”

You giggled softly and stopped right in front of him. You let go of your ear and let your fingers glide along his chest instead, seeing him shudder from your simple touch. “It must be painful by now, right?”

Wooyoung nodded slowly, entranced with your presence. His eyes followed your fingertips and he wished for nothing else than your fingers to go even lower. He nearly whined when you stepped back and stopped touching him at all.

You knew you shouldn’t give in like that, you knew you should get away to regain a clear head again but your instincts held you in place. So instead of running away and keeping a clean vest, you wanted nothing else than to get railed by this fox hybrid. You bit down on your lower lip as you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

Wooyoung licked over his lips, watching as you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground. His erection pressed against his sweatpants, yearning to be set free but he couldn’t move, frozen in his place while he stared at you.

You smiled and turned around, leaning slightly forward while your hands wandered up your thighs and to your butt, pushing your skirt up until you could hook your thumbs under your panties and wriggle yourself out of them.

You walked back over to the table and propped yourself on top of it, placing your feet on the surface and sliding them apart to spread your legs. “What’s your move, pretty boy?” You placed one hand on your core and spread your lips apart, dipping a finger into your hole with a soft moan. You pulled your finger out and moved it to your mouth, sucking on your digit.

You repeated the movement again but before you were able to suck on your finger, Wooyoung stood in front of you, hand wrapped around your wrist. He looked you in the eyes as he moved your hand to his lips and enveloped your finger, tongue swirling around it.

“I want to fuck you. Now.” Wooyoung breathed once he cleaned your finger.

“Then do it”, you teased and wriggled with your hips, getting Wooyoung’s attention back down to your entrance.

He furrowed his brows in concentration, groaning slightly in pain from holding himself back. He had to make things clear before he actually fucked you. “There won’t be any foreplay. Just fucking until I’m spent for the day. I won’t check for any of your needs.” Wooyoung breathed heavily, using the last ounce of self control to look back up at your face. “You understand that, right?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back on your elbows. “As if a hybrid in a rut would be able to have any control whatsoever”, you laughed dryly, “I know that and I accept that. So, darn it, just fuck me already, pretty boy.”

“Name’s Wooyoung”, the fox hybrid grunted as he discarded his jacket and shirt, smirking upon seeing your aroused reaction. He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, not even giving you the chance to admire his hard on before he slammed his dick into you.

A high pitched gasp left your mouth from the pleasurable pain Wooyoung inflicted on you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table, holding you tight and keeping you in place as he continued drilling into you.

You arched your back, ignoring the pain in your elbows and the slight cramp in your leg. There was no way you would stop the fox nor would he be able to stop in the first place. He pounded into you, stroking just the right spots inside.

Your vision blurred and white spots appeared at the edges of it, all while your lower stomach tightened.

Wooyoung groaned as he felt your walls clutching tightly around his shaft, making it even harder for him to move. Though he refused to lower his pace, fucking into you with new found determination.

He tipped you over the edge, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs spasmed and grew limp shortly afterwards. At the same time you lost your strength in your arms.

You would have fallen on the desk, if Wooyoung hadn’t snaked one arm around your torso and pressed you against himself. His other hand grabbed your thigh to keep your legs spread, nails digging into your skin.

Even after you came down from your high, Wooyoung continued to slam his hips into you. At first you felt a slight discomfort, face twisting slightly, before a new wave of pleasure hit you.

“Shit”, Wooyoung groaned, his hips stuttering slightly in their pace.

You lost track of time and count of your orgasms by now, head somewhat lolling to one side. Still, you asked: “What is it?”

Wooyoung continued to push into you, grunting several times. “I might just cum soon.”

“So?”

“Means I’ll knot”, he grunted through his teeth.

It took you a moment to understand what that meant. It took you even longer to form some sort of response. “Is okay, you can do that.”

Only seconds after you said it, the base of his dick swelled, spreading your hole almost painfully. You winced and your face twisted in pain. Yet, when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a moan of pleasure bubbled up in your throat.

Wooyoung stilled, brows furrowed and eyes scrunched up until he spilled every last drop into you. He then carefully lowered your back on the table, resting his head on your chest with a satisfied sigh.

“Feeling better, pretty boy?” You tilted your head a little to get a better view at his face, a smile crossing your lips from his content expression. With a little effort you raised your arm and placed your hand on his hair, playing with it while you waited for his answer.

“Filled you all up”, Wooyoung murmured, his fox tail swishing proudly behind him.

You chuckled softly and closed your eyes, enjoying the nearly intimate moment with him. You only pried your eyes open again, when Wooyoung suddenly started to paw at your breasts, nibbling and licking your skin. “What are you doing, pretty boy?” You chuckled again and scratched the base of his ears, somewhat endeared by the complete turn of his demeanour.

“Wanna fill you up more. Fill you up and see your belly swell with my cups.” He nosed along your skin and even whined when he couldn’t reach your throat and face unless you closed the space.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows again with a soft smile on your lips. “Such a tame little fox”, you teased and brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, “just needed some pussy to behave again.”

Wooyoung whined and buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply. He felt the knot at the base of his dick reducing again but it did nothing against his erection. Slowly Wooyoung pulled out of you, smirking when you whined from the loss. He raised his head and looked up at you with wide eyes and a pout on his lips. “May I?”

You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to clarify his question.

“May I fill you up again?”

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