Tumgik
#Peek-A-Boo Loop Trail
thebearer · 9 months
Text
the feeling |carmen berzatto x reader|
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
prompt: a little tipsy, definitely hungry, and missing carmen, you find your way to the restaurant after closing to see him.
my first work/ blurb here <3 I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!
contains: 18+minors dni. mentions of a gun and alcohol but not in a bad way lol? established relationship. slight mentions of a dom/sub dynamic. language. but really just fluff fluff fluff <3
"Yo! We're fucking closed!" Richie's voice boomed, throwing down the rag on the table. He huffed, teeth gritting, trying to remember to count yet he was still reaching for the gun in holster. Sure, he could be calm, but he still needed to be safe.
The pounding on the glass continued, a muffled, giggly scream from the other side of the blinds hiding the entrance. "Richie! Let us innnn!"
"Cousin," Carmen yelled from the back, running a bandaged hand through his curls. "What's goin' on?"
Richard rolled his eyes, peeking through the blinds to confirm his suspicions. Just as he thought, there you were, standing on the sidewalk in fucking Chicago with your heels in your hand, leaning onto your friend for support. Carmy was gonna be pissed, that was for certain.
"It's your girl." Richie scoffed, twisting the lock so it unfastened with a loud click, the bell trilling when he pulled it open.
"Richie!" You cheered, staggering on your feet. "Told you they'd still be here." You told Alicia, looping an arm around hers.
"My girl?" Carmen repeated, pushing the swinging doors of the kitchen, heavy chef's clogs on the freshly mopped ground.
"The hell you doin'?" Richie looked at you, face deadpanned and unimpressed. His arm held the door open for you and your friend anyways, jerking his head so the two of you huddled in.
"We did karaoke tonight." You grinned at Richie, clutching the nearest booth when you passed to steady yourself.
Karaoke night was a once a month occurrence, down at Trader Todd's. Carmen had went twice with you and Alicia before, it was a little too touristy for him, but he liked watching you sing. He'd laughed so hard his sides hurt when you serenaded a Nickelback song to him because "it seemed like something he'd like". It was good, nice to laugh like that. It was nice to be with you.
Carmen furrowed his brow, hands thrown out towards you lightly. "What are ya doin'?" He asked, rag slung over his shoulder.
You rolled your lip, eyes trailing down his tattooed, veiny arms. "Just left karaoke." You hummed, striding playfully over to him. "Got hungry and I just so happen to know a place with the best fries in the world."
Carmen snorted when you looped your arms around his neck, swaying with him gently. Richie huffed, eyeing Alicia at the booth. "We're closed. Didn't you see the sign?"
"Can't make an exception for us?" You pouted, looking over your shoulder at Richie. "C'mon, we came all this way for nothing? Not a single fry?"
"You walked here?" Carmen's eyes flashed at you.
"You need a cuppa coffee is what you need." Richie rolled his eyes, ignoring his cousin's comment.
"Ooh, I'd take a cup of coffee." Alicia nodded, head propped on her hand at the freshly cleaned booth, still a little wet and sticky. "And a slice of cake."
"Mmm," You nodded in agreement, grinning at her.
"Hey," Carmen's hand cradled your jaw gently, tugging your gaze back to him. "Did you walk here?"
"No." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, curling into his calloused hands anyways. "We Ubered."
"Good." Carmen hummed, his hand pressing to the small of your back, pushing you closer into his touch. "I'd have your ass if you did, you hear me?" He muttered, low and gravelly in your ear, hand trailing down to the swell of your ass, squeezing the fatty flesh through your dress. A warning or simply just him being playful, you weren't sure, but you flushed nonetheless, knees buckling.
"Kitchen's closed." Carmen announced, looking at you and Alicia, both your boos and cries of protest a chorus bouncing off the empty walls. "But I'll make you a fresh pot of coffee and see if we have any left over cake, but you," His finger poked your side, leaving you squealing and squirming in his grasp. "Have to clean up."
"Yes, Chef." You saluted him playfully.
Carmen rolled his eyes, but pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Brief and light, not nearly the same kiss he gave you this morning before he left for work. When you were still rolled up in the warm covers, eyes fluttering with sleep, the light of the morning on your skin.
Carmen patted your ass lightly, before turning back to go to the kitchen. You grinned triumphantly, snagging two forks and napkins before sliding into the booth across from Alicia. Richie's face fell, dropping the rag on the table he was cleaning.
"Oh, no fuckin' way. Cousin!" Richie yelled, stomping towards the kitchen. "Carmen, we're closed!"
"I got is, cousin. You can go." Carmen nodded towards the door, scooping the ground beans into the pot. "Gotta take them home anyways. I'll finish up."
Richie's face fell slightly, eyes bouncing from Carmen back to you and your friend, giggling over your phones, slumped into the booths.
Carmen looked at him, brow raised at his displeasure. "What?"
Richie huffed. "I just finished cleanin' the tables, and-and I'm tryin' real hard here to help you out and be better, but cousin, you gotta-"
"-They'll clean it up." Carmen said firmly, pressing the button firmly. "Or my girl will. I'll make sure of it, alright? I got it."
"Carmy-"
"-Look, Richie, I appreciate you helping me. I do. You've done real good too." Carmen said genuinely. "But I got it covered. Why don't you go sit with them? Tell Alicia the Bill Murray story, she'll like it." He nodded towards your friend.
Richie's ears perked, turning to look at the girl across from you. His love life was still shit, that was for sure, bad date after bad date. "You think?" Richie asked in a low tone.
Carmen shrugged casually. "Sure, yeah. Watch. Hey, baby," Carmen called to you. "You ever told Alicia about when Richie met Bill Murray?"
"Oh my God, no." You giggled, head tipping back onto the booth.
"Wait," Alicia looked over at Richie with a small grin. "Bill Murray? Ghostbusters, Bill Murray?"
"Yes, holy shit, Richie you hafta tell her." You giggled, tapping the table lightly. "He got him to do his voicemail and-"
"- Hold on, you gotta start from the beginning or it'll make no sense." Richie held his hands up, sauntering over to the two of you. "Alright, so I'm absolutely hammered. It's six-forty-five in the fucking morning, me and Mikey are leavin' the bar just drunk outta our minds..." Richie pulled a chair up to the table, exaggeratedly launching into his story.
Carmen smirked to himself, cutting two slices of cake and plating them off the still warm, clean dishes. He could hear Richie's voice trilling louder and louder, your laugh a delicate melody that soothed his chest, filled it with warmth.
Carmen slid beside you, just in time for the voice mail, setting your coffee and plate next to you. You muttered a small thank you, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you moved into his side.
"No shit, it's still your voicemail?" Alicia gasped, eyes shining at Richie's
"Swear to God." Richie held his hands up. "Call it right now, you'll hear it."
Alicia looked over at you. You nodded, picking up your fork. "It's true."
"Well, now I gotta hear it for myself." Alicia declared, snatching her phone off the table. "What's your number?"
Richie flushed for a second, faltering before he sputtered out the number. You looked up at Carmen, brows raised in amusement. He shrugged lightly, pushing the coffee closer to you. "Drink it f'me, please."
You cradled the still steaming mug, lifting it to your lip while Alicia's jaw dropped, hearing Bill Murray's voice on the other end. "Oh my God!" She gasped, laughing. "That is so fucking amazing!"
"Thank you!" Richie threw a hand out to her. "It is fucking amazing. My proudest accomplishment- well, beside my daughter, of course, but a close second."
"How old is your daughter?" Alicia scooted closer, lashes batting towards Richie as he pulled out his phone to flick through photos.
You smirked, looking up at Carmen. "Thanks for the cake," You hummed, resting your head on his arm. "And the coffee."
"Anything for you, c'mon." Carmen shrugged, trying to hide the blush he felt rising in his cheeks. He hadn't done this before, really, had a relationship like this. One that felt this good. One where he felt this safe with someone.
"I'll clean it up, promise." You yawned, lashes fluttering, while your head fell heavier and heavier pressed on his bicep. "Hand wash 'em if you want me too."
"I know you will." Carmen muttered, shimmying his arm out so he could wrap it around you, letting you fall into his chest.
He didn't let you clean up, though. You stayed half awake, a little woozy and sleepy in the booth, listening to Alicia and Richie's playful flirting. You'd tried to get up, but he snatched the plate gently from you before you could, nodding at you to stay put.
You held his hand the whole way back to the apartment, resting in the center console, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. Richie had offered to take Alicia home, which she eagerly agreed to, leaving the two of you to return to your own place.
Carmen shimmying your dress off you gently, tucking you under the covers with him. The apartment didn't have the same haunting presence here that his old one did. Not tainted with nightmares or fears. No, here he felt good. Happy memories he'd created with you, loving ones that filled his chest with contentment. He still had his moments, waking in a cold sweat screaming and clinging to you, but they were becoming scarcer with each day. He took care of you, and you took care of him- it was everything he'd ever fucking wanted.
4K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Peek-a-boo loop trail, Bryce Canyon, Utah
The Guardian of the Woods
5 notes · View notes
Text
Best Hikes in Bryce Canyon National Park
Best Hikes in Bryce Canyon National Park
Are you visiting Utah and thinking how many days you need to visit Bryce Canyon National Park? Is one day enough to hike the best of the trails in Bryce Canyon National Park? Which are the best hikes in Bryce Canyon National Park. You are about to get the answers to all. We recently visited Utah in Spring vacation 2021. We had 6 days for our vacation all jammed pack with exploration from day 1…
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
0 notes
mikwrites-archive · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
order up!
❧ pairing: boo seungkwan x reader        ❧ warnings: none! ❧ genre: 24 hour diner worker seungkwan and jihoon, fluff, slight crack, reader is implied to be a student        ❧ wc: 1.8k
❧ a/n: my first ever svt collab and fic for seungkwan !! i’m so honoured and happy to be a part of this, so thank you for putting this together and including me @merakiiverse​ and @woozisnoots​ !! 
❧ masterlist: here (check out all the amazing writers!)
Tumblr media
Seungkwan always hated the bell.
It was piercingly loud whenever it rang, often abused by young children, looked like hundreds of diseases rested upon the metal, and reminded Seungkwan of the horrid ordeal of being at the service of absolute strangers.
He supposes it’s one of the sole good things that come with the late shifts, not having to hear the sound of the customer bell. 
Until one night it rings, and although he doesn’t know it yet, he ends up being glad it did, and that he was there to hear it.
Though it was really Jihoon who did.
“We’ve got a customer.” Jihoon blinks, sitting up suddenly at the second trill, and Seungkwan’s eyebrows crease, lips parting in disbelief and disgust as he looks up from his screen disorientedly.
“At this time?”
Jihoon nods grimly, and for a tense moment, both of them stare at each other before their hands flash out, one in a rock firm fist, and the other in scissors.
“It’s always me.” Seungkwan grumbles, clambering up off the rickety stool, pushing his phone away facedown on the table, while Jihoon giggles.
Seungkwan adjusts his uniform briefly while the bell chirps once more, the paperlike boat hat, the red candy cane striped apron, and yelps when he gets struck in the arm with a crumpled piece of paper.
“Hey!”
“Stop stalling.” Jihoon orders, pressing another piece of paper between his hands threateningly, and Seungkwan glares at him but obliges all the same.
He’s not sure what he expected when he walked out to the front of the diner, but he still finds himself surprised when he’s faced with you, fingers hovering over the steel bell, about to ring it again.
“Sorry.” You both blurt simultaneously, as you draw your hand away from the bell, and Seungkwan takes his place at the till hurriedly. You’re not sure how long you stand there for, but Seungkwan keeps track almost obsessively, in the awkward atmosphere, breaking it to ask a question.
“Do you, uh, know what you want to order?”
“Not really.” You admit sheepishly. 
Seungkwan bites his tongue to hold back a scream. You’d been standing there for the past ten minutes, staring up at the retro-neon lit menu above his head, gnawing at your fingernail, and he’s relieved when you realize your habit, lowering your hand guiltily. Yet nothing can assuage his annoyance at the fact that he’s so close to finally beating this level on Candy Crush, but is stuck in what seems like an endless loop of time with you.
It was often like that in the diner at the late hours, the retro atmosphere of checkered details, fluorescent lights, and faded photographs made it seem like the small restaurant was separated from linear space and time. It also called for the most interesting customers, rare in appearance but true, ranging from heartbroken halves of couples, dazed stoners, and graveyard shift workers; time travellers, if Seungkwan was to continue by the same comparison to the location, and he almost smiled at the silly thought. 
“Do you recommend anything?” 
“Uh…” Seungkwan purses his lips. “The milkshakes are pretty good.”
You tuck one of your legs behind the other, surveying the menu once more, and choosing a milkshake seemingly randomly.
Order up! Seungkwan thinks when he slides the frosted glass over to you, yet has no need to say it as the restaurant is fairly empty. 
He feels it’s wrong to leave you alone once he sets it in front of you, but doesn’t know what to say as you sit on the leather stool and sip at your drink.
“Is it good?”
“Mhm.” You nod, swallowing. “Thanks Seungkwan.”
“How did you…”
You tap your chest amusingly, and Seungkwan flushes, fumbling with his name tag.
“Right.” He pauses. “Y’know I always thought it was unfair that random people get to know our names on display, but don’t have to do the same.”
“Well, I’ll tell you my name if it makes you feel better.”
He waits expectantly, and you give it to him with a grin that he returns with a warm flutter in his chest. He blames it on his exhausted state.
Seungkwan wasn’t not one to linger over customers, but he can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever come back, and maybe he wouldn’t mind if you rang the bell. Just maybe.
Tumblr media
Seungkwan comes to regret his words at your fourth visit.
He’s come to expect the sound of the bell at night, so as he trudges out, expecting you to be standing there with a cheeky smile (knowing fully his distaste for the instrument), and finds nothing and no one, a prickle of fear sends goosebumps washing over him, with good reason.
“Boo!”
“Oh my god!” Seungkwan screams, stumbling backwards, clutching his chest frantically. “Don’t- don’t do that!”
Jihoon comes out brandishing a baseball bat, yelling, only to freeze when he sees you, bent over laughing, and Seungkwan, on the verge of murder or tears, he’s not entirely sure.
“Hey, Jihoon.” You wave, wiping at your eyes, and the boy lowers the bat, waving back.
“I almost died and all you have to say is ‘hey, Jihoon’?” 
“I’ll buy you a milkshake, you big baby.” You promise placatingly, and Seungkwan huffs.
“Fries too.” 
“Of course.” 
Jihoon smiles at the interaction, and Seungkwan makes a note to question him about his expression later.
They both sit with you, one on each side, passing the fries along with minimal scuffles, a milkshake each sitting in front of you as you chat. 
“Most interesting customer you served today, go.” You pinch your plastic straw, swirling it around slowly as you flick your gaze between the two. Jihoon sneaks his hand towards the basket of fries in front of you, and Seungkwan sends him a dirty look, but it doesn’t deter the boy.
“Probably those Disneyland cast members. Dressed up in their costumes and everything. It was pretty cool.” Jihoon speaks through a mouthful of fried potato. 
You both turn your heads towards Seungkwan who blinks at the sudden attention, flustered.
“I dunno. We serve a lot of people.” 
“Just say it’s me.” You croon, and Jihoon laughs, as Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
He didn’t want to admit just how right you were.
Tumblr media
“What’s that look for?” 
Seungkwan blinks at Jihoon suspiciously as they unpack their belongings for that night’s shift. “You’ve been giving me weird looks lately.”
“You like them, don’t you?” It’s asked plainly, and Seungkwan fumbles with his nametag, sending it clattering to the floor. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at them all the time and bolting up at every little sound as if it were the bell ringing. And not to mention whatever that is.” He gestures to the bag in Seungkwan’s locker. 
Denial is at the tip of Seungkwan’s tongue but he swallows it bitterly for the truth. 
“Maybe. But it’s not like-”
“I think you’d be surprised.” Jihoon cuts him off with a glare, already knowing what he was trying to utter deprecatingly. 
Seungkwan doesn’t get to respond, the bell ringing out, and Jihoon smirks at the way his friend immediately perks up at the sound. Seungkwan ignores the expression, grabbing the bag and walking briskly out.
“Here.”
You look at the plastic bag he slides over the counter questioningly, pinching the crinkling material aside as you peek at the contents within.
“What…” You trail off, glancing up at Seungkwan who coughs, looking down at his feet, suddenly awkward.
“You said you’ve been really stressed lately, and I figured you wouldn’t be taking care of yourself so I thought I’d get you a few things.”
“You didn’t-”
“I wanted to.” Seungkwan glances up hesitantly. “Also, you’re always here so late. You should sleep more.”
“Yeah.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before grinning tiredly at him. “I probably look like hell right now.”
“Just a little.” 
You smack him on the arm, laughing, and he joins you.
“I’m kidding.” He clarifies after the laughs dispelled, shifting to a serious, almost bashful tone. “You always look really nice.”
Tumblr media
Jihoon would call it true love, the way Seungkwan switches from complimenting and being annoyed by you, and the way you seem to easily flow with the changes. 
“Why are you always here?” Seungkwan groans as your structure constructed of straws, utensils, and napkins collapses, sending them flying across the counter and onto the floor. “Why do I always lose rock paper scissors?”
“Why are you always here?” You know his exasperated complaints aren’t truly meant, smiling. “Did you lose rock paper scissors to get these shifts too?”
Seungkwan is quiet, and you blink, sputtering a laugh as you lean forwards, propping your elbow on the counter, incredulous. 
“Wait, no way.”
“It’s not always rock paper scissors.” Seungkwan mutters, bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Sometimes we draw straws or play another game.”
“Jihoon lost with you too?” You cock your head with a grin towards the boy hunched over his laptop in one of the booths, headphones slipped over his head, having stated matter of factly (and completely out of his ass) that no one else was going to enter for the rest of the night after you. The hat that was a part of their uniform was still on his head, paired with his focused expression, it was a comically adorable sight; an observation you shared with Seungkwan later who advised you to keep it to yourself. 
“Nah. Jihoon has always been a night owl. He works hard. I have to remind him to take vitamins and stuff so he doesn’t just faint or something.”
Seungkwan catches your small smile, and feels a stab of envy, words falling past his lips before he can stop them.
“What, do you like Jihoon or something?”
“No. Well, not in the way you’re implying.” You lean forwards on the counter curiously. “Do you like Jihoon?”
“What?” Seungkwan sputters. “No. Not in the way you’re implying at least.”
“I think there’s an echo in here.” You muse with a smile. “Maybe I like you, ever thought of that?”
“Oh, be quiet.” Seungkwan huffs, busying himself with picking up whatever materials dropped on his side of the counter from your construction to hide his flush. 
“I just told you I liked you, and you told me to be quiet?” 
“You didn’t tell me you liked me, you were just teasing.” He stands, crossing his arms adamantly, hiding his racing heart and shaking hands, and you laugh. “Don’t play with my heart like that.”
“Well, I’m not. I like you. I like you Boo Seungkwan, just in case you thought I was talking to the wall or something.” 
“Oh, shut up.” The tip of his ears burn, but he can’t help the giddy smile on his face, and you match it.
“Do you want to go out sometime? Maybe in the day, and y’know, not here.” You giggle, and Seungkwan grins.
“Name the time, and we can go anywhere.”
Tumblr media
❧ taglist: @seijoh​ @soranihimawari​ @peachy-yabbay​
88 notes · View notes
tintinwrites · 4 years
Text
dollface | Mob Boss!Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Four
A/N: These two are fun to write!
Rating: M
Warning: Smut, over 18. Naughty words. This is pretty soft which means there aren’t really any warnings other than penetration?
Word count: 3,294, apparently!!
Summary: You're staying in Poe’s manor when you make love enjoy each other for the first time.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Tumblr media
GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine. If anyone knows whose it is, please let me know!
Tags: @twomoonstwosuns​ @writefightandflightclub​ @fanfic-addict-98​ @bisexual-space-slut​ @starlightstories​ @yougottakeeponkeepinon​ @dogsandrocketsocks​ @himbopoes​ @agentpike​ @greengrassandcyansea​ @arkofblake​ @bunkybarnesbxtch​ Let me know if I forgot to tag you or if you want to be tagged!
                                             -----------------------
You’d been staying at Poe’s for a few nights now, sometimes leaving the speakeasy with him and sometimes skipping the speakeasy altogether.
Not much transpired between the two of you aside from some similar heavy petting and perhaps a glance of each other’s silhouettes, but you knew he was waiting for you to tell him you were ready to go all the way with him.
He seemed to be okay with only touching you and being touched, and he also enjoyed someone laying in bed next to him as much as you enjoyed the way his hips nestled into you.
It was nice to lay next to someone even if you didn’t plan on falling in love with anyone.
His home was large, practically a manor, and decorated in a way you were sure he hired someone for since he seemed much too relaxed for this much grandness.
There was a large grand entrance with a set of stairs on either side of the room, and the ground floor had far too many rooms with chairs and couches; there was a sitting room to your right when you entered, then if you went between the staircases where Poe’s office was nestled, there was a living room and a parlor in one direction and a family room in the other. These two hallways also held some powder rooms, and the room in the entrance across from the sitting room was a grandiose dining room that led to a lavish kitchen.
The second floor was similar to the ground floor in that you could go one direction or the other and there would be many rooms to choose from, but the only things other than bedrooms and powder rooms were a music room and a study.
You peeked into most of the rooms, but you spent most of your time in the music room, the study, and Poe’s bedroom.
His room was as richly decorated as the rest of the house with a large bed and expressionist paintings on the walls, but you could see that he would often lazily leave his suit jacket on the back of an ornately carved chair or drop some money on his expensive looking chest of drawers.
You loved that he lived in such beauty but still made it comfortable for himself and you.
You wanted him to make himself comfortable in your beauty, too, if he thought you were beautiful, which you were pretty sure he did.
The expertly styled curls in your hair were loosened a bit and you put on a tiny, little negligee he’d purchased for you that he told you would be worn when you wanted it.
It was quite scandalous even by your standards, with the lace trim on the bottom a few inches right there at your knee and the thick trim at the top revealing about half your breasts.
You wanted him to see it, to want you, to show him that you wanted him in that special sort of way that you’d waited for because it meant more to you with him than it did with all those other fellas.
Were you nervous because this was with Poe or because you were usually buzzed when you slept with men normally?
You weren’t sure, but you were picking at the hem of your nightgown as you knelt in bed, waiting for Poe.
He would usually join you quite early to enjoy touching you or squeezing you, and the hands on the clock were pointing that it was now ten at night.
When the clock moved to half past ten, you wondered if he decided he was bored of you now, if he wanted you to please him and you were taking too long, and now he was going to pay you no mind until you left.
It was slightly foolish to think that a man who had been happily touching you and kissing you was bored of you, and you decided to go down to his office to see what he was up to.
You padded down the carpeted hallway and down a set of stairs, turning to his office and knocking lightly.
“Come in.”
You opened the door and peeked in to see he was at his desk, writing. “Ain’t you coming to bed, baby?”
“In a minute.” He turned one paper over once the ink was dry enough and began writing on another.
“But I’m all dressed up for you.”
He glanced quickly, scribbling for a moment when his pen slid across the page and he lifted his eyes to stare at you with his mouth open; sure, he purchased that little negligee for you, wanting to see it on you, but he didn’t know it would look that good on you.
It was a little bit shorter than your shortest dresses, though his eyes were on the bit of lace at the top where he could see a glimpse of your nipples peeking out of the satin fabric.
Writing quickly, he pushed that paper aside without caring whether it was dry or not. “Let me do these few pages and then I’m all yours, dollface.”
You strolled over to the desk lazily, running your fingers over the edge of the wood then the back of his chair as you moved to stand behind him, pressing your nearly bare tits into his back.
“Sap,” you hummed, now moving your fingers down his arm until they came to rest on top of his hand.
“What are you doing?” He watched you move his hand and the pen in it to his well of ink, where you dipped the point of the pen.’
“Can you put down a fresh piece of paper for me?” You kissed the side of his head noisily, your lips moving down his cheek and to the line of his jaw.
“Of course.” He pulled open a drawer without looking and took out a blank piece of paper, laying it on top of the ones he’d been working on as he watched you fill the pen.
You carefully gripped both his hand and the pen and began writing letters in a lovely cursive that was only a little bit scribbled since you weren’t using your own hand, his gaze following each little loop you made.
You dotted a period at the end of what you’d written then pulled his hand back to let him see.
Fuck me.
There it was on the page, written all pretty like one might write a cordial letter or an invitation, and Poe was pretty sure he’d never read anything that turned him on more.
“Look at the time,” you said when he turned his head to kiss you, and he looked down to see you moving your hand up and sensually tracing around the face of his watch.
“I know, I know—” He tried again to kiss you and you pulled away.
“I really should be getting to bed.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He dropped the pen, grasping at your hand then your arm, letting you move away from him where you stood at the door and faked a yawn. “I’m simply worn to a frazzle.”
He put his hands on his desk and slowly stood, staring at you.
Then he raced around the desk and you ran out of the room, laughing loudly as you sped up the stairs.
You could hear his footsteps behind you as he chased you up the stairs and a few little laughs from him, but when you ran into the bedroom, he didn’t come barreling in behind you moments later.
Peeling yourself away from the wall where you’d hidden to jump out at him, you put your head out the door and looked down the hallway for him.
You didn’t see him walking up the stairs or anywhere down the other end of the hallway.
There was only one other room down the other side of the hallway and you decided to glance down anyway, your eyes landing on the buttons of a waistcoat, trailing up and looking into Poe’s eyes.
“Boo.” He grinned as you let out a little scream, stepping forward and backing you into the room until you were standing at the foot of the bed.
“My mother is very strict.” Your words didn’t mean very much when you were giggling, falling onto the bed.
“And yet you’re in a mobster’s bed in this sinful little outfit.” He started to crawl onto the bed which made you willingly lay back, letting him on top of you.
“I’m not as strict.” You gazed at him.
He kissed the tip of your nose, moving down and beginning to suck one of your nipples that was partly covered in lace and partly covered in satin, soaking the fabric quickly as you arched against his mouth and gripped tightly onto his slicked curls.
His lips kissed along the seam between the two materials and he wrapped his lips around your other nipple, sucking lightly.
Your eyes fluttered closed, simply enjoying the sensation of his wet tongue pressing into you, but you opened them and gripped tighter to his hair when he began running his nose down the length of your body. “Not that.”
Though you smiled slightly adoringly when he nuzzled into your thigh, pushing the lingerie up a little further. “You don’t like it when I eat you?”
“I love it when you eat me, but I was thinking maybe you could...put it to me.” You were not shy, but there was something much more intimate about sex with Poe than with any other man.
“You mean...you meant what you wrote, dollface?” He rubbed his hand up and down your thigh slowly.
You nodded, smiling softly and reaching down to run your fingers along his jawline. He leaned into your gentle touch.
He moved to kiss you then moved away to stand at the foot of the bed, loosening his tie.
“Let me?” You moved onto your hands and knees, crawling to him.
His suit jacket was somewhere downstairs wherever he decided to put it down, now in only his dress shirt, waistcoat, and pants.
You tugged his tie out from under the vest carefully, untying the knot sliding it from his neck to drop it on the floor. Next you unbuttoned his waistcoat and he shrugged it off, moaning softly as you kissed his skin with each opened button of his shirt.
Pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, you untucked his shirt as you opened the rest of the buttons and pushed it off him.
Your hand was purposeful when you reached down to his pants, knuckles brushing over and gently pressing into the slight bulge, undoing the fastenings.
He removed his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants, standing in front of you in those little boxer shorts that showed off very much of men.
You pushed your hand into the tight fabric to grasp his half-hard cock, stroking him as your other hand pushed the striped underwear down to his knees.
He stood there with his hips bucking slightly, enjoying hardening in your talented hand for a moment before he gently grasped your wrist to hold you back as he stepped out of the boxers and climbed onto the bed.
You scooted a little bit back to allow him the room, lifting your arms when he grabbed the hem of your nightgown, which he lifted over your head and you smiled widely at him.
“I’m not sure I’ve told you how beautiful your body is.” He grasped your waist, laying you down.
“I believe you mentioned it across the table today as we drank our coffee.” You reached down to stroke him again.
He grunted, his fingers tickling down your side and your thigh, pushing between your folds where he gently rubbed at your clit to make you wet. “That was about your lips, kitten.”
“Which ones?” You kissed him, moaning into his mouth as the two of you caressed each other with your hands.
His fingers were sliding against you a little easier and he moved his hand to the outside of your thigh, bringing your leg to hook around his waist.
You shifted a bit as his tip pushed against your entrance, helping him to line up right with your hand around him.
He laughed slightly at the sensation of your walls pressing around his tip when he pushed forward a little bit. “Can’t even tell you how many times I’ve thought about this. Are you okay being underneath me?”
You put your hand on his shoulder now that he was pushing inside you, nodding.
“This is perfect. You...you’re perfect.” You gasped and moaned as he thrust forward, filling you.
“I thi—think you’re confusing me with yourself, sweetheart.” He was trying to think beyond how nice it felt to be inside of you, dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment.
“Oh, Poe, I’m pretty sure you’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with.”
“Oh, shit.”
His cock twitched inside you at that, head nuzzling into your shoulder more, and he gripped onto your thigh tightly.
You kissed his head, pressing your nose into his mussed up hair that made his beautiful curls more obvious. “What’s wrong, darling?”
“It’s, um...I need to take a moment or this is going to be very disappointing for you.” He chuckled.
“Oh, sweet man, you could do that right now and I wouldn’t be disappointed.” You gently pulled at his hair to free the rest of it from its product.
“How is that possible?”
“I’m with you.”
He pulled away, eyes full of lust and his smile soft. “Sap.”
You gaped at him. “Who are you calling a sap, you...dollface.”
“Oh, thank you, you really think that?”
“You’re maddening.”
Poe kissed you deeply, holding onto you as he pulled back and rocked forward slowly.
It only took a few thrusts into you as he moaned and you gasped for him to find a steady rhythm, moving his hand off your thigh to hold himself over you.
Your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling his lips away from yours and pressing kisses to his chin, his jaw, his nose, then leaning your head against his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, grunting at how tightly your cunt squeezed him with a particularly sharp thrust.
“You make me believe it too.”
He began peppering kisses along your neck and collarbone as his hips sped up a little bit, one of his hands snaking between you to rub circles on your clit, smiling against your skin at the little moan and roll of your hips.
When he gazed up at you from where he was kissing you, the adoring look in his eyes made various parts of you flutter pleasantly.
No man ever looked at you like Poe did.
Your mouth opened slightly at a thrust that made his cock rub up against a part inside of you that made your thighs tingle, and he cocked an eyebrow. “Right there?”
You nodded, letting out the most beautiful little moan he’d ever heard when he angled his thrust that way again.
He saw that you looked like you were about to say something, but you looked away.
“What do you need?”
“I don’t usually worry about telling men that once we’re at this part.”
“Tell me. Tell me. Anything. Whatever you need, I will do it.”
“Could you...could you move a little faster? Your fingers and cock.”
He moaned at the filthy word and snapped his hips a little quicker into yours, his fingers sliding over your tingling, almost pleasantly numb clit.
You didn’t understand why looking at him made your heart hurt somewhere deep down when you liked him so much or why you wanted to kiss him more than anyone you’d ever wanted to kiss before, but you grabbed onto his shoulders anyway and pulled him closer with a softly begged, “Kiss me. Kiss me?”
His brow furrowed in a little confusion, but he smiled sweetly and pressed his lips to yours firmly.
You gripped onto his cheeks as you kissed him back passionately, whimpering and pressing your hips against his.
You pulled away from the kiss with a little gasp, your head thumping back against the pillows.
Poe ran the tip of his nose down the center of your neck, hissing softly.
“You’re close. I can tell by those wiggling hips of yours and you’re starting to squeeze me…”
“Right there, Poe, yes…”
His attention to your clit and that spot inside you he kept stroking against were enough to send you tumbling over the edge, your hands moving to his shoulder and pulling yourself up against him as you clamped down onto him tightly.
You were silent at first with your jaw dropped and your brow furrowed as you came that hard, only letting out a moan and falling against the mattress when your muscles released and you fluttered around Poe again and again.
“Tell me where to come, baby, please. Please.” Poe was whining a little bit, slowing his thrusts down though he wanted to fuck into you until he came, not wanting to release inside you if you didn’t want him to.
“On my thighs,” you mumbled, still riding out your high and only slightly knowing what question you were answering.
He nodded, thrusting sloppily a few times before quickly pulling himself out of you, coming all over your thighs with a soft cry of pleasure.
He pumped himself to extend his orgasm as much as he could, then let himself fall on top of you.
You didn’t mind his weight on you, humming happily and leaning your head into his.
You lifted your hand to gently run the tips of your fingers along his shoulder and down the back of his arm, moving to slide over his ribs and smiling at his muscles twitching slightly under the light tickling.
“Was that good?” He moved to lay beside you, resting his head on your breasts and gazing up at you like a man much softer than a mob boss usually was.
“I’ve never come on a man like that before that I recall.” You pushed your fingers into his hair.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever come with any other man, though it was fun.”
He stared at you, sitting up on his elbow and grasping your chin gently. “Your pleasure is my priority, okay?”
You gazed at him with gratitude in your eyes for thinking of you, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his hand away as you nestled into his chest.
“You want me to clean you up, sweetheart?”
“I want you to hold me for a little bit.”
Poe lifted your head and stroked over your hair, pressing a couple chaste, tender kisses to your sweet lips.
You nuzzled your nose into his, then hid your face against his neck.
It was strange to enjoy someone as much as you enjoyed him, but you would never allow him the power of being in love with him.
No matter how kind, and handsome, and charming, and humorous he was, you were not going to fall for it like some little fool who let men run around breaking her heart.
He squeezed you tighter, pulling your hips snug against his, and you smiled softly.
He sure was wonderful, perhaps the one man you might fall in love with if you allowed it.
You would not allow such a thing, though, when you liked him too much.
“I’d be happy to snuggle up as one with you again in a few minutes if you want to.”
“You’re perfect, dollface.”
193 notes · View notes
gguktarts · 4 years
Text
decathect | jk (3)
1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss
summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.
Tumblr media
pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au || angst || a bit of fluff || drabble series word count: 3.5k parts: « previous | 3 / ? | next » cw: none this chap, i think. maybe it’s a bit less angsty than the ones before. note: this chap (is rlly crap i APOLOGIZE) was meant to include another scene,, but idk how to write!!! properly!!! and the first scene got outta hand so :(( here it is. the next part i rotated for it to be on the next update. im so sorry it took long,, id rather not get into the personal specifics about it but i got bad writers block at certain points and just. didnt get to finish it for my own deadline 🥺 & im still developing my writing so please!! if anyone feels like something is off/like it dragged on for too long (which is what i felt), etc, etc please let me know. also i haven’t checked for mistakes so sfhdk there’s that aha
Tumblr media
The last few days were hectic, with finals approaching and your mind on absolute overdrive. Your Intro to Thermal Physics course was biting you in the ass, which you had felt oddly thankful for. With no time to think about Jungkook or the girl in his painting, the hours blurred themselves into a continuous loop of exhaustion and academic focus: wake up, go to class, study, sleep, rinse and repeat. You’ve even gone as far as seeking out Hoseok, your astronomy lab partner and the busiest bastard you’ve ever met, to have extended study sessions within the Atrium’s library. The mixed efforts of passing the course with flying colors, and avoiding all trace to your fuckboy crush, had so far been a success—in some ways more than others.
Time spent around any hall (either within the dorms or elsewhere in the university) was minimally reduced to avoid any lingering shadows in the corners of your eyes, while each study session left you feeling more confident. Effective, convenient. Two birds, one worm. Yes, worm.
Two mouths, shared crumbs though. Your extreme devotion to the books had, after all, demanded social sacrifice. 
You haven’t seen Tae nor Joon—nor any of the other boys in days, and while you aren’t ignoring them per se, they likely know why you were behaving the way you did up until yesterday. 
That night, after dinner and after dark, Taehyung had found you with your face buried in his favorite pillow, with droopy eyes and a soft pout etched onto your lips. You didn’t need to tell him about your crush, nor did you have to speak. All he needed was a look at you, a single glance, for him to decide you needed his comfort but also some space.
But apparently enough was enough, and your presence was pointedly demanded the very minute after you handed in your last exam. The day of the week —Thursday— was thus dubbed “Movie-Theather-Night” effective immediately, so he said.
That’s why currently you find yourself staring at Jimin’s front door, phone held tight between your fingers. Tae told you he was already, conveniently, near the ticket stand so he would “obviously” buy the tickets in advance. That left you with the other side quest he couldn’t complete, which you blindly agreed to do. 
Your job is simple: grab Jimin —yes, the little one with a penchant for lateness— and meet up with Tae before 7. 
Swallowing a groan, you pointedly stared up at the imaginary heavens beyond the building’s ceiling. Praying it be on your side for a few hours longer at least, you tuck away your phone (Tae’s mild threat about stealing Jimin’s rings if the latter didn’t hurry getting dressed completely unnoticed by you), knock on the door by mere habit, and go in.
You don’t expect the loud moans, you really don’t.
Jimin’s name gets stuck halfway past your throat as the high-pitched whines continue pouring over the living room, stiffening your shoulders and rooting your legs to the floor just a step inside the flat—just enough for the door to close itself shut. It isn’t even loud enough to cover the sounds either. Your ears turn red in a heartbeat, embarrassment tugging your lips into a frown, when you note the timbre of low, soft grunts you know belong to one guy. They hide behind and below the higher pitched ones, but you somehow pick them up nonetheless. 
They don’t last long. Or maybe time goes by alarmingly fast when you zone out, because not two, three minutes later, one of the muffled voices scoffs out in discontent, dulcet tones all gone.
“What? Now?” you hear, feeling the disbelief permeating the air along with underlying disappointment. “But I thought—”
The sudden thud of a door slamming open makes you jump, startling you into partial motion before the girl rushing out the hallway catches you like a deer in headlights. 
You hate how quickly you notice that she’s not the girl from Jungkook’s painting. And it’s hard not to feel guilty when your heart quickens its pace at the idea that maybe both of them are nothing more than victims of his ways. Actually, you hope for it, because you can’t help but feel it’s equally jarring to see one of his choices so soon, and so up close, right after he’s done with her. Her disheveled hair and bruised neck, the traces he’s left, almost distract you from the heated glare she sends your way for blocking the door. Almost. 
You move out of her way when she tries pushing past you, leaving with a huff and as quickly as she appeared.
Suddenly, this movie-theater-night sidequest thing seems like a really bad idea. A very bad idea. You hate it here. 
“J-jiminie?” you move near the hall, voice shaky in all ways you don’t want it to be. “I’m here, let’s go.”
“Just a second! There’s finally some goddamn silence—”
His muffled voice carries over from your left, closer than the door of his room. You briefly debate waiting for him there, the aspect of continuing your naturally cryptic tendencies very seductive. On the other hand, you could raid his pantry for any and all m&ms, which sounds far more soothing to your rumbling stomach. 
Decided entirely on candy—Taehyung would definitely enjoy mixing it with the bucket of popcorn he never fails to buy—and maybe some food, you turn around only to collide with something, hard. 
The start of what sounds like a “boo!” trails to a low grunt upon impact. It drowns out your sharp gasp, and if it weren’t for the hands grabbing you by the elbows you’d have likely lost your footing entirely. 
“Oh—shit”
Jungkook’s wide eyes and o-shaped lips greet you full force, his cheeks a soft pink hue you’ve been missing lately. They don’t exactly match the deeper flush painting you from ear to ear, your reactions to him far less graceful when so near in proximity. You can’t even speak, too enthralled by the warmth of his hands, by how his eyes shift over your body in evident worry. The way his lips tremble into a frown makes you want to smooth them into out just to see his face light up like you’re more used to, but a look to his neck is more than enough to remind you what happened just minutes ago. Right. 
“Hey, sorry, didn’t think you’d turn around so quickly, are you alright?” he asks, hands moving lower on your arms and eyes searching, as if he’s testing if you’re steady enough. Taking the chance, you quickly pull back and rip them altogether from his hold. His lips form a pout you don’t catch. 
“Yea, I’m, uh…”
Your mouth runs dry when you let your eyes travel lower, along exposed ink, sun-kissed skin and hardened muscle you had never seen before. A faint stripe of hairs peeks out from behind his gray sweats, the sight enough to make your mind wonder how he looks lower underneath. Would he be as pretty as you imagine him to be?
Fuck. Typical. Just your luck.
Pushing the thought away, you will yourself to grimace and take a step back, away from his heat and onto clearer ground. It helps that the sudden scent lingering on him isn’t the most pleasant one.
“I’m fine, thanks. Wasn’t it laundry day yesterday?” you ask, a weak attempt to defy the heat spreading up your neck once you fully process his touch, and to hopefully derail whatever thoughts he likely just formed of you. 
“What?” Jungkook looks down at himself with mild amusement, a smirk growing on his lips before his eyes bore into yours again. “Do you want me to wear a shirt? Do you not like what you see?”
Again. You hate it here.
You ignore the way your stomach tightens, hating that what he’s implying is right. A part of you does, undeniably, like seeing his skin, you can’t deny that to yourself. But for all of that, an even bigger part of you exists that simply does not. Not when your head swims with the overwhelming idea of getting rid of the dot on his collarbone, be it by hiding it through makeup or painting it a deeper hue of violet all on your own. And much less when the smell of sex gets more distinct each passing second, making you scrunch your nose in distaste. 
“No,” you grumble, crossing your arms and making your way past him and towards the kitchen. 
“No you don’t want me to wear a shirt?” he counters, tilting his head to the side, round eyes faking innocence a few steps behind you.
You whip your head around without thinking, cheeks pink and eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as an unthought retort makes its way to your throat. Before you can say anything in return, though, he’s already grinning at your flustered state. 
“I’m kidding,“ he laughs, “You’re just easy to tease, Y/N, sorry. I was going to go shower but apparently hyung’s still in there, and I haven’t seen you in a while, so." 
That last bit goes completely over your head. ’Still’ is definitely worrying, but you’d rather not know how long he’s been there in total.
"Do you think he’ll be there for more than 10?” you ask, briefly looking at the clock and doing some math. If it’s 6:27 he has exactly 10 minutes to finish. Since the ride to the theater takes around 15 minutes, let’s say 5 is spent on parking, then you’d have exactly 3 minutes to find Tae before the clock strikes 7:00.
“Hopefully not, but who knows.”
“Very reassuring,” you deadpan. It comes out halfheartedly, your focus now on finding the candy stash they keep in the corner cabinet of their kitchen.
Jungkook trains his gaze on your shorter frame when you set your attention on the upper shelf, noticing your confusion at the sight of all the snacks up there. Grabbing a mini bottle of milk from the fridge, he watches on with amusement as you get on your tippy toes, hand trying and failing to grasp the giant yellow bag of m&m’s you’re determined to steal. Before today he’d wondered why Jimin keeps on buying two bags when the shorter strictly eats the peanut-less ones, and when Yoongi doesn’t even eat sweets, but now it makes more sense to him. He vaguely remembers you eating his bag without knowing it was his. Not that he ever corrected you.
Clearly, your struggles are new to you. The peanut m&ms were always on the bottom shelf, always. You had no clue the others decided just last week to stash the dorm’s snacks somewhere more unreachable, mostly so it’s partially forgotten and not inhaled in a single day as compared to how it’s been until then.
Exasperation reveals itself on your clenched jaw and dramatic pout, but just when you’re about to climb the counter, a pair of warm hands anchor themselves to your waist and joist you upwards. 
“W-whoa, hey— w,what are you doing?” Your breath hitches and squeaks as you tense, unused to the touch but trying to work on automatic as warning signals immediately start to blare red. 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Some of his warmth spreads through the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, giving you goosebumps and speeding up your pulse. “I should be the one with questions, you shorty. Like, is there a reason you’re stealing our m&m’s?” Jungkook asks, tone light and in total contrast to the hot breath you feel against your back. It ignites a shiver to run down your spine, no permission given. Honestly, you’re surprised you hear him over the pulse continuously pounding in your ears.
“Is there a reason you’re helping me steal your m&m’s?” You counter with a mumble, voice small despite your tries to seem unbothered.  Holding onto the wooden cabinets for some stability, you snatch up the bag.
Below you Jungkook drags out a hum as if he’s thinking it through, but with his chest millimeters from your back you can feel the subtle vibrations. You want to scream. Shovel it, Y/N. Shovel it.
“Eh, I don’t mind sharing food in times of need.”
“How do you—is it my dark circles? Do they look that bad?” After Tae’s message you had gone straight for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Makeup had never been a source of comfort, and today was no different. 
“Um…”
Peering down with the full intent of adding that he can bring you down now, you catch a glimpse of the fading marks on his knuckles seconds before his grip tightens around your waist. If Jungkook manages to hear your weak whimper he says nothing. He simply lowers you gently and without command, muscles flexing but no complaints of your weight present. 
“Thanks,” you add, turning to face him but rooting yourself to the spot instead of following his touch like you want to do. There’s only so much you can take before all that’s left is to crumble, and you deny to let yourself seem that weak. It’s not like you’ve changed your mind regarding your crush, after all. The quicker you forget about it, the better. The more you suppress it, the easier it will be to forget. Right? “For the lift, I mean, and for allowing my petty crime.”
The fact that you find Jungkook halfway towards the island counter, mere seconds after he lets go, stays in the front of your mind. The distance between you two grows back to the one you’re used to faster than you expect. 
“Y'welcome,” he says, words slurred together as his accent shows and that toothy, bunny smile of his gets shot your way. It’s blatantly infuriating how easily he manages to make your erratic heart thud, thud, thud. But you swallow the truth, suppress how you’ve long to see every little thing he keeps on doing. “And nah, you should’ve seen Yoongi hyung this morning. Still look exhausted though. When do you finish?”
“Today—”
Jungkook blinks. “Already?”
“—Mhm. Which is why Taetae wants to hang out, and why I need these,” you motion for the bag cradled in your arms as if it were your very own child—as if you’d ever want any. The small space on the counter becomes your new seat, feet swaying anxiously with each second Jimin doesn’t come out.
“Let me guess. Movies?” he asks, eyes starry as he slurps the remaining liquid from his bottle and extends an arm your way. You get the gist of what he wants when he makes grabby hands. He looks adorable, but the way his bare torso keeps on making your stomach flip and sink at any given glimpse tells you he’s actually at his most dangerous. 
You simply nod, letting him grab some m&ms from your bag before you can come to regret it.
“Which one?”
“I… dunno yet,” you confess, head tilting. “It’s his turn to choose.” Truthfully, the question hadn’t come up. Movie sessions at the dorms always consist of rotating turns: one week him, one week Jimin, one week you. Considering Tae hadn’t even mentioned the name, you take it he’s claiming his turn. It’s been ages since you’ve been to the theater, as well, so no new or specific titles of your choice come to mind.
Sometimes it baffles Jungkook that he doesn’t really know how much time you spend with his friends. Tough maybe less when he met you first, lately whenever you’re available he’s busy trying to finish his latest piece, or getting x or y homework done with, or waiting for inspiration to strike, or de-stressing through a good fuck or some exercise. Or at least he thinks so. Whether you’re busy with astrophysics or something else he doesn’t ask, he only knows you’re often not there. So whenever he hears about you from his hyungs, he wonders just how close you’ve gotten to the most important people in his life, while completely skipping over his radar. 
“Oh? ” he hums, mildly interested but unable to say or do much else besides munch.
An idea begins to play in your head as you pop a blue in your mouth, the recurring invite repeating itself like a broken record stuck in repeat, waiting to be talked about. Would he even want to go with you guys? Part of you figures he doesn’t, that he’s likely preoccupied with matters unknown to you so there’s no point in asking. The other half tells you to try anyway, that maybe officializing a… deeper friendship —if you had one in the first place— might be just what you need. To take him off the pedestal your heart built for him, to know a more real side of him, if he ever allows it.
“Hey, Jungkook? Would—”
“Incoming”
Your tongue gets tied to your throat the second Widowmaker’s voice travels around the kitchen, resounding loudly from whereyou guess is his pocket.
Jungkook gives you a sheepish look as he takes his phone out, a sorry halfway past his lips when his eyes catch the screen. He’s so entranced by whatever is catching his attention that his voice loses all volume. By the way his head suddenly cocks to the side, you know he’s either feeling challenged or having his ego massively stroked, but you can’t quite place the flush faintly covering his cheekbones.
Another apology tries leaving him when he notices your waiting stare, his fingers hurriedly tapping at his screen. But it’s a useless effort, since he’s cut off again, this time by ringtone. 
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to answer, a slight smirk of his in place. You can’t help but squirm and look away.
“Gimme a sec babe—no I’m not, just give me—”
Oh. 
The way his tone changes, the way his eyes glaze in less than a heartbeat, him. You drown it all out, drown him out. You don’t need this right now, or so soon, or at all.
As if knowing you need a saviour and a distraction, your forgotten phone begins to play Tae’s chosen ringtone. The clock reads 6:36 pm. 
“Oh, fuck.” Scrambling, you pocket the bag of chocolates and stand up in a hurry. 
“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook calls from his seat. You see his phone pressed to his chest, as to muffle your conversation from being heard, or to ignore the loud voice still finding a way to be heard over his own. “What did you want to ask me?”
But it’s then that Jimin barrels out of the bathroom, loud and striking as if a new form of thunder. And like thunder, you hear his voice before his body.
“I’M DONE, Y/NNNNNN LET’S GOOoooo!" 
His voice dies out the closer he gets to you, a confused sound replacing his words at the sight of his roommate. It’s clear he didn’t expect to find you and Jungkook in the same room, presumably… interacting. 
Turning to the youngest, you offer a halfhearted shrug and an easy lie. "I kinda forgot already, sorry." 
If he replies, you don’t know. You don’t register Jimin’s confused "huh? forgot what?” either. Tae’s call had gone to voicemail amidst all the noise, so you have to do damage control. 
As expected, he picks up after the first ring. “Y/n?"
"Is that Tae?” Jimin suddenly asks, head whipping your way. His tiny hands reach for your phone without your confirmation, making you twist away to evade his wiggling fingers. t’s as if he somehow knows it’s his friend despite not being able to hear his voice, nor you giving any indication. “Kim Taehyung! Why aren’t you picking up my—”
“Hyung, can you lower your voice?” Jungkook calls from somewhere in the background, a bit exasperated at the commotion. 
Your head hurts. Why couldn’t they both shut up? 
“Hey, Jimin’s with me already, we’ll be on our way.”
“Ya, Jungkook, are you really asking me that? Just go talk somewhere else! And what are you doing without a shirt on? I told you not to harass Y/N.”
You can hear Taehyung whining from the other end of the line. Honestly, you missed it, missed him. “You haven’t left? Is that Jungkook? Why are you still in the dorms?”
“What? I didn’t do anything! If you didn’t take so long in the bathroom—wait—” a timbre shift. He’s not talking to Jimin anymore. “Did you really just disobey me?" 
“Disgusting…” Jimin huffs from besides you, annoyed and equally embarrassed by his roommate’s lack of shame. It’s exactly what he needs to move into action, bidding the boy farewell with a simple “just behave while I’m gone.”
You can only roll your eyes at the background exchange, ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. "No, yes, and I’ve no idea why but we’re leaving now,” you answer. Jimin’s smaller hand grabs yours before you finish speaking, pulling you along until you fall into steps behind him.  “Plus I bring m&ms so that’s a win.”
You don’t catch Jungkook’s warm see you later!, too caught up with Tae’s praise over your choice of chocolate and the rush to go once and for all. 
And that’s okay. You wouldn’t have been able to answer, anyway. Not with the growing uncertainty in your chest. 
Would a friendship with him be worth the impending heartache? Could you put yourself through that before you push your own feelings away?
Maybe you aren’t ready just yet.
Tumblr media
136 notes · View notes
speedyz3 · 3 years
Photo
Tumblr media
The arch on the Peek-A-Boo Loop trail. What an amazing adventure and cool hike. I can’t wait for the next adventure. (at Bryce Canyon National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHz9plCBsVh/?igshid=qxalfwarhtw1
2 notes · View notes
waywardaardvark79 · 4 years
Text
Come Hell or High Water Part 5: Only When You’re Ready
Tumblr media
Summary: Blackwick, Montana was going to be a fresh start for you and your five year old daughter. You moved in across the street from Officer Dean Winchester, and quickly found that you were able to help him. Will Dean be able to help you when your past comes back to haunt you?
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: non graphic talk of past abuse, hurt Dean, 
                  A week and a half later
           "You're gonna do great. Everyone is gonna love you, trust me." Dean said to Aj. Her first day of kindergarten was in two days, and you didn't know who was more nervous, you or her. Dean had found himself giving you both pep talks as the day approached.
 "Will you go with me?" she asked. 
Dean smiled softly at her, "I'll take you inside." he said.
 "But you won't stay?" she asked tears welling up in her eyes. 
Dean's heart broke at the sight. He quickly figured out that he wasn't able to refuse anything she asked. "They won't let me stay, princess." he gently explained. Aj's bottom lip started to quiver, "But I'll be there when you get out, and maybe we can go get ice cream." he said, trying to cheer her up. 
"You promise?" she asked. 
"Promise." he said. 
You walked out of your office and stretched your arms over your head, your shirt riding up with the motion. The opening of your door had pulled Dean's attention in your direction, the faded, jagged scar peeking out from the top of your pants held it there. Aj noticed him staring and whispered , "That's momma's boo boo, but don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore. It just looks funny." she said. 
Dean looked down at her with a sad smile, "Does she have any other ones?" he asked. 
Aj nodded, "One time she had a whole bunch, but they went away. Her belly ones look funny like that one though." she said.
 Dean quickly put the pieces together, "But don't say anything, it makes her sad." she whispered.
 "You don't have any do you?" he asked with bated breath, praying that she said no.
 "No, just this one." she said pointing to her knee where she had slipped outside earlier in the week.
 Dean slowly exhaled the breath he was holding, "You know that if anyone ever tried to hurt you or your mom you could tell me, or Sam." he said.
 She nodded her head, "Cause your cops, and you would take them to jail." she said. 
Before Dean could say anything else you walked over, "What are you two whispering about?" you asked.
 "Ah, nothing, just club business." Dean lied. 
"I'm still not allowed into this elusive club?" you asked, perching yourself on the arm of the couch.
 Aj had invented a club a few days earlier, her, Dean, and Rocky the only members. "I mean, Sam even has a pending membership." you argued.
 "Sam bought me this." Aj said as she held up the little, stuffed German Shepherd.
 "Maybe we should think about letting her in. Your mom is pretty cool." said Dean. 
Aj looked up at him, and then quickly jumped off the couch and headed up stairs. "What was that about?" you asked. 
Dean held out his wrist and you noticed the purple beaded bracelet, "Only official club members get em'. We made them this morning.  Think you may be on your way in." he said. 
You smiled brightly at the rugged man sitting before you, proudly showing off his purple bracelet, "One can only hope." you said.
Aj returned a few moments later, and slipped a purple bracelet on your wrist. "Now everybody will know we're all together." she said. 
"What about Rocky?" you asked. The dog raised his head at the mention of his name, and you noticed the bracelet hanging from the loop of his collar, and you laughed.
 "Rocky got his before me." said Dean.
 The phone you used for work started ringing, and you pulled it from your pocket, quickly slipping into your customer service voice and answered it, "Hi, this is Y/N with Teladoc. I'll be your nurse today. How may I help you?" you asked. You listened, able to hear someone breathing on the other end of the line, but they didn't say anything. "How may I help you?" you asked again. Suddenly the line went dead, and you pulled the phone from your ear and hung up. "Guess they didn't need help." you shrugged, ignoring the bad feeling that you had. "I better get back to it." you said as you started to head into your office, the pit in your stomach growing with each step.
               The end of the day came, and you didn't have any more hang up calls. You told yourself that you were overreacting. Maybe they didn't have good signal and the call dropped. Someone did call in saying they had trouble getting through not long after. You pushed away your fear, finished up the last bit of your work, and walked out of your office, telling yourself that you weren't going to dwell on it anymore. 
Sam was sitting on your couch, telling Aj how much he loved his bracelet when you walked in. "Hey Y/N." he greeted.
 "You're here early." you said as you sat next to Dean on the couch.
 "I was just filling in for somebody today. They ended up coming in after all." he said. 
"Give me just a minute, and I'll get his meds together." you said, starting to stand up. 
"Well, I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much trouble if Dean could hang out a little longer?" he asked. 
"Sammy, got himself a date." Dean said.
 You raised one eyebrow at him, "A date, huh?" you asked.
 "It's not a date, per say. I'm just going to dinner with a friend." Sam said
"Would this friend happen to be Eileen?" you asked, trying to keep your smile at bay. 
Sam quickly turned to Dean, "Seriously?" he asked. 
"Oh come on, Sammy. We all know you like her. Y/N doesn't even know who she is and she knows." Dean said. 
"Because someone has a big mouth." Sam said as he glared at Dean. 
"You talk about her ALOT." said Aj, stressing the word a lot. 
You and Dean broke out into a fit of laughter, "She ain't wrong." you said.
 "Guys, Eileen said the funniest thing today. Guys, Eileen told me this really interesting story today." mocked Dean. 
You gently smacked his shoulder. "You go have fun Sam. She sounds like a lovely person. We will be fine here. Don't worry." you said.
 "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked. 
You nodded , and walked into the kitchen with him. "Everything ok?" you asked.
 Sam looked down at his feet, "Could you maybe, help me pick out something to wear? I'm a little nervous. This is kinda my first date since Jess." Sam quietly said. 
You knew that Jess was Sam's girlfriend that had died in a tragic accident a few years ago. You patted him on the shoulder, "Sure thing, Sam. Just bring a few choices over and I'll help you get ready." you said.
 Sam thanked you, and told you he would be back over after his shower. You escorted him to the front door and told him you would see him soon. "What was that?" Dean asked when Sam left.
 "He's nervous, and wanted me to help him decide what to wear." you said as you crossed the room and sat next to him. "Give him a break. No teasing." you said. 
"Yes, ma'am." said Dean.
             Sam came back over just as the three of you were finishing dinner. You pointed him to the downstairs bathroom, and told him to try on what he brought so you could see it on. "You look like a seventh grader at his first dance." said Dean as Sam came out of the bathroom. 
 "Hush." you scolded as you swatted his shoulder. 
"Easy Nurse Ratched, I'm beat up enough." he said. 
"Sam, you look great." you said. You watched as he nervously fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt.
 "Yeah, you look real pretty, Sam." Aj said. 
"He does, doesn't he." teased Dean.
 Sam ignored him and turned to you, "I shouldn't be too late." he said. 
"You know I got that appointment in the morning. It would probably just be easier if I stayed here." said Dean.
 "Oh, a sleepover!" Aj shrieked. "Can he stay, momma?" Aj pleaded. 
Dean stuck out his bottom lip, "I'll be good." he said. 
You rolled your eyes, "Fine." you said. You turned to Sam, "Get out of here. Have a good time." you said as you started to pull him towards the door.
 "Are you sure it's ok?" he asked. You opened the front door and ushered him out, "It's fine." you said, again. 
"Just try not to kill him." Sam joked.
 "No promises." you said, as you closed and locked the door. 
         "Alright ladies, let's get this party started." said Dean.
 "Oh no, no party. We have an early appointment tomorrow, and someone is sticking to their school bedtime." you said.
 "But moooom, school hasn't started." Aj whined. 
"You need to get used to going to sleep earlier." you said, before turning to Dean, "And you got a big day tomorrow too, so early bedtime for you too." you finished. You argued with the two of them for a few minutes, before finally agreeing that they could watch one movie and then it was off to bed.
           The credits to the movie started to roll, and you looked over at Aj, who was fast asleep, tucked into Dean's side. "Let me get her in bed, and I'll bring you some more pillows and a blanket." you said as you eased her into your arms, Rocky trailing behind you. 
You got her tucked into bed, Rocky taking his place at her feet, and you walked into your bedroom to grab some pillows and a blanket for Dean. You walked into the living room to see him trying to get comfortable on the couch. You dropped the pillows and blanket on the coffee table, "Come on, you can't sleep here." you said.
 "Sick of me already?" he asked.
 "A little." you deadpanned. 
Dean clutched his hand to his chest in mock hurt. "I'm taking you upstairs." you said.
 Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you, "Oh, really?" he asked.
 You shook your head at him and held out your hand to help pull him into a seated position. "You wanna try the crutches?" you asked. Dean nodded, and you ran to grab them from your office. 
The two of you went at a slow and steady pace, both of you breathing heavy when you finally reached the second floor. You pushed open your bedroom door and quickly turned down the covers before Dean plopped down on the side of the bed. He collapsed backward, drawing in a deep breath, "I'm gonna need a minute." he said.
 "I'll go get your meds." you said. 
When you came back Dean was in the same spot. "Here, sit up." you said as you placed his meds on the nightstand, and held your hand out to help him. Once he was upright  you handed him his meds, and water to wash them down with. "You wanna sleep in your shirt?" you asked.
 "If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask." he teased.
 "I've gotten you naked plenty of times." you retorted. 
"Wanna join me this time?" Dean asked with a wink, still breathing a little heavy.
 "I think the stairs was a good enough work out for you tonight. I wouldn't want to break you." you said.
 "Oh sweetheart, I don't break that easy." he said. 
You eyed him up and down, "Well sweetheart, I beg to differ." you said, as you sat his bottle of water next to the bed. "Shirt on or off?" you asked again. 
"Off." he said. 
You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and carefully worked it over his head. "Scoot back a little." you said. Dean eased himself back a little more, and you grabbed his legs and lifted them in bed while he turned. You fluffed the pillow behind his head, and pulled the covers up over him. "There ya go. Night Dean." you said as you started to turn to go backstairs, but Dean grabbed your hand.
 "Hey, Y/N, I just....thank you." he genuinely said.
 You gave his hand a little squeeze, "You're welcome." you said, and he released your hand. 
You made it to the door of your bedroom when he called out for you, "Hey, Y/N. I think I might have a fever." he said.
 You rushed back to his side, and placed your palm on his forehead. "No fever. Is something hurting. The wound on your thigh is almost healed. It can't be that." you rambled out as you looked him over.
 "You sure you checked right? I really feel like I have a fever." he said. 
You put your hands on your hips, "Of course I checked right. Unless you want me to go grab a thermometer? You don't have a fever." you argued. 
"See, cause I could swear you were supposed to check with your lips. I mean, I'm not medically trained, but I'm pretty sure." he said. 
The realization of what he was doing hit you, and you narrowed your eyes at him before slowly bending down and gently pressing your lips to his forehead. "No, fever." you whispered.
 "My cheek feels kinda warm. Maybe you should check there." he said. 
You pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering a little longer this time, "Cool as a cucumber." you said, pulling back a little, your faces now only inches apart.
 "Hmm....well, I know one more place you could check." he said, running his tongue over his full bottom lip afterward.
 "Is that so?" you asked, moving close enough to feel his breath. 
"Mmhmm." he hummed, you felt his hand slide up your back, and come to a rest on the back of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, Dean offering you an out that you didn't take, before he gently pulled you forward and your lips met his. 
The kiss started soft and sweet, the two of you really taking your time with each other, not wanting to move too fast. Before too long you felt his tongue run across your bottom lip, and you parted your mouth for him to deepen the kiss. You felt his fingers twist in your hair, and you moaned into his mouth. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you against his chest, and you threw one leg over his body to straddle him. 
You automatically rolled your hips a little, and felt him groan low in his chest, his hold on you tightening. You slowly started to pepper kisses along the side of his face and down his neck, before working your way back up, pulling his earlobe into your mouth and giving it a teasing bite. You felt him exhale a long, shaky breath, and pressed your lips to his once more. Just as things were staring to get heated, you felt his hand slide under your shirt, his thumb running along the edge of the jagged scar that peaked out of your jeans, and you froze.
 Dean felt your whole body tense, and he wanted to kick himself. You quickly pulled back, "Dean....I, uh...I." you rambled out.
 "Too fast. I'm sorry." he said.
 You squeezed your eyes shut, and shook your head, still sitting on top of him. You willed your tears not to come, squeezing your eyes shut even harder. "We don't have to." Dean quietly said. Your breath hitched in your throat. You wanted to, God, did you want to, but you didn't want him to see you, not after everything HE did. If Dean saw you would have to explain everything, and what if he thought less of you. Dean didn't say anything as he watched you have an internal battle with yourself. "Y/N, would you please look at me?" he gently asked. You shook your head no. "We don't have to. It's fine." he said, his voice full of sincerity. 
You cracked open your eyes to see Dean staring at you with such concern. Your mind kicked into overdrive, a millions thoughts racing around at once. He probably thought something was wrong with you, thought you were damaged, felt pity for you. You pushed the thoughts away, determined to show him that he was wrong.
 You quickly worked your way down his body until you were settled between his legs. You hooked your fingers into the top of his sweats and started to work them down when his hand on your wrist stopped you. You couldn't place the look on his face, and your mind immediately started screaming that he didn't want you. Who could want you? "No, sweetheart." he softly said. 
You felt the tears burning your eyes as you gave everything you had to keep them from falling. He didn't want you. You tried to blink them away, and started to try to get up to get away from him, but he still had ahold of your wrist. "C'mere." he said. You quickly averted your eyes and hung your head, completely embarrassed of your behavior. You felt his finger underneath your chin, and he slowly lifted it until you were looking at him. "Get up here." he said. 
You slowly eased your way up, and he pulled you down to him, your head laying on his chest. You felt his arm wrap around you and squeeze you to him. "Not until you're ready. I want to wait until you're completely ready." he whispered. 
You wrapped your arm around his waist and managed to choke out, "I'm sorry." 
"You have nothing to be sorry for." he said, but you didn't reply. "You know I would never hurt you, right?" he asked. 
You simply nodded your head, the conversation starting to get too close to a subject you didn't want to talk about. "I know." you finally whispered.
 You felt Dean kiss the top of your head, "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'm here. Everything is going to be ok." he said. You felt yourself start to drift off to sleep in his arms and you prayed that he was right.
              The next morning you were awakened by Aj standing at the side of your bed softly calling out for you. You opened your eyes and sleepily asked, "What's wrong, honey? Are you ok?"
“Dean opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, "Mornin', Princess." he said to Aj.
  She looked back and forth between the two of you. "Why did Dean sleep in your bed?" she asked.
 You squeezed your eyes shut for a minute, "Because it was more comfortable for him. He can't really fit on the couch." you explained, hoping that would end the conversation.
 "Why isn't he wearing a shirt?" she asked. 
You felt Dean tense next to you, "I, uh, I got hot." he said. 
She looked at the two of you suspiciously, "Momma, is Dean your boyfriend?" she asked.
 Dean turned to you, and watched you panic, "H...How do you know what a boyfriend is?" you asked, avoiding answering the question.
 Aj sighed dramatically, "I'm not a baby. I know what a boyfriend is." she said.
 You sat up, and she started to head for your door, "Cause it'd be ok with me, if he was." she said as she walked out. 
"No more tv for you." you said under your breath as you got up. 
You looked over to Dean who was trying his best not to smile. "What?" you asked. 
He pointed towards the door, "I got the kid's approval." he said with a smirk
. "One step at a time." you said to him. 
"One step at a time." he said with a soft smile.
 You went to your closet to grab your clothes for the day, "One step at a time." repeating over and over in your head.
119 notes · View notes
serahsanguine · 5 years
Text
Whats Left Unsaid, Says It All
What’s Left Unsaid, Says it all part 8/?
Rating; NC-17, NSFW
This Story can be found at  Ao3
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part 6, Part 7, 
Tagging; @peacenik0  @today-in-fic
p.s. if you would like updates and be tagged please let me know
**********************************************
Chapter 8; The Burning Question.
"Hey, what’s up G-Man?" Frohike said while cooking up some Huevos Rancheros for himself, Langley and Byers as an afternoon snack. The cast iron skillet was sizzling with oil and he carefully placed six eggs in, then added peppers, tomatoes and beans.
"I need you to hack some medical records for me, ASAP" Mulder growled down the line, staring at Scully and her children.
"Yeah, no problem, whose medical records?"
"Scully’s" Mulder sighed.
"Whoa, whoa... why?" Frohike questioned, sprinkle some chilli powder on the omelette.
"It doesn't matter why. Can you do it or not, Frohike?"
"Yes, of course. We’ll get on it now."
Mulder hung the phone up and shoved it in his pocket; he was so angry... at himself, at Scully, at Melissa, at everyone. Dammit, how could he have been so stupid? So fucking stupid. He fucking loved a woman that had quite obviously cheated on him, ran away for him and left her job as his FBI partner. He felt like such a damn fool. He started walking quickly back to his car, just around the corner from the park, as soon as Scully was nowhere in sight.
Dark grey clouds started floating over the beautiful blue May sky, little raindrops falling from above but he was so lost in his mind that he didn’t realise; thoughts of Scully but more importantly he could not get passed her children... a little boy, all pale complexion with beautiful blue eyes and fiery red hair and a slightly more plump little girl with long brown chestnut hair and greenish-blue eyes. She looked so much like Samantha but this was not possible, neither child was his. Maybe when the little one called out dad she was mistaken, perhaps her real father looked like him.
He hadn’t been able to get the dream of him, Scully and their little family out of his head, even though he hadn’t wanted a family - well, not until this dream played on a loop in his subconscious, playing out numerous different happy family scenarios.
Mulder dreamt of their first Christmas together with lots of presents under the tree and him dressing up as santa, making his girls laugh. God, he loved to make Scully laugh. He dreamt of his daughter's first steps, first words. Suddenly, tears were streaming down his face and mixing with the rainwater as he reached his car, unlocked it and put the key in the ignition.
He realised he needed a stiff drink of alcohol to forget this day, forget what he saw, forget his life just for a little while, so he drove to the nearest D.C. bar.
The Next day
Mulder woke up face down on his leather sofa, still in the clothes he was wearing from the day before with empty liquor bottles everywhere and dirty clothes as far as the eye can see.
The sun was shining full force through the window, he looked up and groaned - his head hurt and his throat was sore. He had drunk his body weight three times over before getting home and then drinking some more just to make sure he got the job done.
He rolled over, swinging his legs off the sofa and planting his feet firmly on the floor and just sat there contemplating what to do next for a minute, he needed a plan but he couldn’t think straight with this epic hangover pulsing through his body.
He needed some coffee, painkillers and a hot shower immediately.
Mulder looked down at his clothes, absolutely disgusted, that he had slept in the clothes from the day before. They now stuck to his body, clinging to him from the sweat that had built up during the night, getting up he swayed on his legs ever so slightly but quickly regained his balance before walking over and turning on the coffee machine, grabbing two Advil out of the cupboard along with a glass of water. He swallowed the pills, moaning because his throat felt like sandpaper.
What the fuck had he got up to last night? It was all a bit of a blur at the moment.
He walked through to the bathroom, discarding his clothes along the way, before getting into the shower and turning it on to wash away the side effects of the night before.
One hour later: Mulder had put on some clean-ish clothes and was now sitting at his desk contemplating what to do, while drinking coffee and waiting for the information to come back from the Lone Gunmen.
Staring into his PC monitor, he tried to put things in order of his brain, when suddenly it hit him his bright idea like an epiphany of sorts, grabbing his mobile, keys and jacket before heading out the door and drove to Maggie's house, parking his normal spot before ringing Melissa Scully.
***********************************************************
Melissa was playing peek a boo with the twins watching them laugh and smile while Scully sat on her mom's sofa drinking a small cup of tea when suddenly Melissa's phone rang - unknown number appearing on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Melissa. It’s Mulder, can you talk?"
Scully sat there looking at her sister mouthing ‘Who is it?'. Melissa looked back at her sister with a startling impression on her face and mouthed back ‘Mul-der ’. Scully gave her a look that said take it outside before the twins made some noise.
"Of course, give me a minute? I just need to go outside where it's... quiet"
"Okay" Mulder mumbled, trying to hold back his emotions.
Melissa wandered outside, closing the front door behind herself, and sat down on the bench in her mom’s garden just underneath the front window. And without knowing it she was now in the direct eye line of Mulder, who was sitting in his car across the street.
"How are you, Mulder?" Melissa asked, her patented kindness on show.
"I’m fine" Missy could tell that Mulder was lying but didn't push the subject "I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere when your back in D.C." he asked.
"I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, after the last encounter we had. You scared me, Mulder"
"I know, and you’re probably right... but I want to apologize for my behaviour" and ask about those children I saw your sister with at the park, he wanted to add but stopped himself.
"OK, but it has to be somewhere public..."
"That's fine by me. How about you meet me at 'The Sheppard' and you decide the date and time" Mulder interrupted, not wanting to give up on a meeting that could give him the answers to all of the questions in his mind right now.
"The Sheppard works. Say this Thursday... at 7 o'clock?" Melissa offered.
"OK, see you then" Mulder agreed.
Both hung up at the exact same time. Mulder watched Missy as Scully opened the front door with the little girl on her hip and stepped backwards to her sister could come back into the house. Now that the time and date was set; the first part of his plan was achieved. Just two more days until he finally got some answers. Mulder drove off in the direction of the Hoover building.
Meanwhile, the moment Missy stepped through the door she took Elissa from Scully and wrapped herself in her niece' embrace before letting out a small sigh before answering any and all questions by her mother and sister that were likely to be headed her way any minute now.
The Sheppard 7 pm Thursday
Mulder sat at the bar, nursing a beer he had bought twenty minutes ago, he wanted to be sober when this conversation happened. But his mind was screaming for him to be drunk, he was doing the right thing he definitely needed to be calm and collected, needed to know everything about those children he saw with Scully... needed to know if they were his.
It had been all he could think about for the past two days. Work, as usual, was unproductive and Skinner even sent him home, having become tired of the brooding and angry vibes coming off of him in waves.
A few minutes later he saw a bounce of red hair come through the door, looking up what he saw unnerved him. It wasn't Melissa like he was expecting it to be. No, who he saw was more petite than her. It was Scully (his Scully) with her glowing crimson hair and deep blue eyes that had walked into the bar.
Mulder was shocked, to say the least, and it certainly was an unexpected turn of events but it gave him hope that he would actually get the answers he was looking for... straight from the source.
Scully walked over to him wearing casual dark jeans and a white blouse with a thin light jacket over the top. She looked amazing even though he had seen her just a few days ago. She would always take his breath away, he thought.
She sat down next to him quickly ordering a diet coke and looked up at him, shyly.
"Hey, Mulder"
"Scully"
‘I know you weren't expecting me, but I hope you don't mind that I've come in Missy's place"
 Well, yes actually I do mind! This would've been a damn sight easier if it was Melissa, Mulder thought but what he actually said was "No, I don't mind. It's nice to see you, you look good. You've changed"
"Yes. A lot has changed since..." Scully trailed off not finishing the sentence as she could not bring herself to say the words - I left without telling you why. No, I ran away like a scared child... taking your kids with me.
"Care to tell me what has changed in your life?" God, he sounds like a asshole right now but he wanted her to say it, to admit to something. When did speaking to her become so damn hard?
"Nothing... well, nothing important anyway" a brief awkward silence fell upon them, until Mulder realised she wasn't going to say anything so he just had to man up and ask and see where it went from there even if it terrified him.
"So, you've been in D.C. for a couple of days then?" Mulder thought he sounded smooth and casual but he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
"I have..." How could he know? What if he saw me with the twins? What if.. oh god. I don't think I can do this. What if he asks about them? "Why?" Scully wondered out loud.
"Well," How am I going to bring this up? Just blurt it out or dance around the fact? Then Scully looked at him with her eyebrow raised as if to continue the sentence "I saw you. Umm, the other day... at the park... with two small children"
Before Mulder could even get out the next part of his question Scully interrupted him.
"They aren't mine, Mulder. They're Melissa's kids... she came back from California with them. Completely freaked Mom out, it was actually kind of funny"
"Don't lie to me! Scully, we both know you're better than that... or at least you used to be" Mulder spat, a hint of aggression in his voice now. He hated being lied to especially by Scully and especially after everything she had done to him, he just wanted the truth. That's all.
"I..."
"I heard them. I saw them, Scully. They're yours, I know they are. So, just tell me the truth"
"Yes," She took a deep breath in, willing herself to stay calm and be honest with him "They are mine"
Finally, the truth! It's all he has wanted. His whole life, ever since losing Samantha. It was all about finding the truth. He looked down at his beer on the bar top. He needed to push her just a little further, that all important burning question on his lips. "Are they mine?"
"No"
Mulder looked at her and knew without a doubt that she was lying, and she knew that he knew that too. Plus, she was way to quick and resolute with her answer... too quick on the mark as they say, to indifferent about the whole situation.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Dana! The little girl... she is the spitting image of my sister, Samantha. I want to see them, I want to get to know them. They deserve to know their father, don't you think?" Mulder knew that he was raising his voice but he didn't care right now. Scully was lying straight to his face, and refusing to admit what they both know - that he is their father.
"No! Mulder, stop!" Scully stood up, paid for her drink and walked away. Mulder quickly thumbed through his wallet putting a 20 dollar bill on the bar and running after her.
"Scully, they're my children too. You can't deny me the chance to see my own flesh and blood!"
Scully didn't look at him as she got up and walked towards the door. She didn't turn around when he called her name in the most heartbreaking anguish she had ever heard. So, he made him turn around, by grabbing her wrist and spinning her around so he could see her face.
"Dammit, Scully! I want to know my children... I have a right to see them" Mulder was still shouting. He was so damn angry at her for not letting him see his own children! He wanted to see them, wanted to get to know... wanted them to have a different relationship with him that he had with his own parents.
"No, now let me go!"
"Scully, please! I want to see them, just let me see them... once!"
"No, Mulder. Let go of me... NOW!" Scully demanded, trying to yank her wrist free and leaving the bar... to get away from Mulder.
"Fuck you, Scully!" Mulder screamed back before bending down and kissing her. It came out of nowhere, just an impulse... no thinking required. Just do!
As soon as his lips touched hers it was like magic and fireworks exploding between them.
She opened his mouth more with her own and their tongues touched for the first time in more than a year. She had missed him as much as he had missed her but she was so lost and everything was a mess. What was she doing? No, she shouldn't be doing this! Not now!
Scully pulled back, raising her hand to his face - the impact of the hit nearly knocked him off his feet. And the sound it made, you could hear it bouncing off of the walls of the dark alley.
She turned around and quickly flagged down a taxi.
"Scully, I am sorry. I really am!" Mulder tried to apologise, for what he had no idea but it felt like the correct response.
She didn't acknowledge him, didn't even respond to him as she slammed the door of the taxi and left him there on the sidewalk, only then did she let the tears fall.
For all of the consequences of their actions... and for what the future holds now.
64 notes · View notes
tandrew · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Hat Shop Hoodoos, Bryce Canyon National Park, November 2021 I still had about 2 hours of daylight left so I did a second hike. I originally wanted to do the Peek-a-boo loop to get a bit of a workout, but it was closed off due to hazardous conditions so I did the Hat Shop Trail instead which is an out and back and turned out to be a great workout as I went about 1000 feet down in elevation to the hoodoos and then had to go back up. Since it was kind of off the beaten path, I didn’t know what to expect and I did not see a single person during the hike. It was really neat when I got to the Hat Shop hoodoos and somehow I had cell service! Haha also being in Southern Utah, I must have picked up service from an Arizona cell tower since the time also changed (Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings time). It was also a bit of a scary hike since a good portion of the trail was cliffside and also very narrow. Glad I already did Angel’s landing since I would have been more scared had I not done it yet! You can see more pictures here (I’ve got commentary on the pictures/videos if you click on them) -> https://bit.ly/3EuhSLu #brycecanyonnationalpark #brycecanyon #hoodoos #takenoniphone12promax #takenoniphone (at Bryce Canyon National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXFHDaTPnhM/?utm_medium=tumblr
0 notes
mybeerbuzz · 3 years
Photo
Tumblr media
For Trail Tuesday we're hiking down the Peek-A-Boo Loop Trail in Bryce Canyon National Park. This was a great hike even with rain at the very end. We actually hid out under this arch for a few mins until the heavy rain passed on our way up to the rim... @brycecanyonnps_gov #bryce #brycecanyonnationalpark #trailtuesday (at Bryce Canyon National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJHeJLiFsq4/?igshid=tt7bbv535qz2
0 notes