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michelangelinden · 1 year

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Can I interest you in some soft Them in these trying times?

Hello hello! I wrote this for @legolasghosty's birthday (ilyyyy) and thought I'd share it here too hehe.

Willex. Rated G. 1123 words. No warnings, just fluff.

Alex woke because his head slipped from where it was resting against the wall and his torso fell to the side. When he was upright again, disoriented and a little dizzy, he noticed that he was the only one left outside on the porch. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep. He’d been sitting next to Willie on the bench, leaned his head back against the cabin’s wall and womp, he’d fallen asleep, apparently.

Turning his head to look around, he registered faint laughter from inside the cabin. But it sounded less like it was coming from his friends and more like from the TV.

What time was it? Couldn’t be too late if people were still awake. And they also wouldn’t have left him sleeping outside, someone would’ve come get him when they were all going to bed.

A yawn pushed its way out of his throat and he let it escape. Only when he smacked his lips and moved a hand to scratch his chin, did he notice that his upper body was covered. He’d left his hoodie inside, it had still been pretty warm when they had all sat down outside on the porch after coming back from the restaurant, but he must’ve looked like he was cold when he was sleeping. Willie’s sweater was draped over his chest, the sleeves laid over his shoulders so that it wouldn’t slip right off. The fabric felt almost delicate when Alex shifted underneath it, despite being thick cotton, but maybe that was just because it was Willie’s.

He smiled to himself. He could imagine that small internal struggle Willie must’ve felt upon seeing his boyfriend asleep next to him. Should he wake Alex? He looks cold. Would he want to come inside with us? But he’s sleeping. Alex allowed himself to press his nose into the fabric and take a breath. The scent was a strange mixture of campfire and pine and coconut shampoo that shouldn’t work but just did, because it was Willie’s. Alex loved this smell.

A gust of wind flew over the porch and blew his hair into his eyes. It was fresher than the standing air, predicting the temperatures to drop in the next few days, and told Alex that he should probably go inside. The pressure behind his eyes, his tell-tale sign that he was really tired, increased at the brush of cold, and he shivered.

With a groan, he got up from the bench and walked around the porch table. The trees of the forest swayed in the wind, the moon painted glowing white circles in the soft waves of the lake, and he heard the call of an owl somewhere far away. They’d really picked a great spot for their post-tour vacation. He couldn’t remember ever being somewhere this peaceful, apart from maybe his own home, or back at his grandparents place in Germany. It was a shame, they only had a few days left.

Yawning again, he slipped the sweater over his head. It warmed him immediately and he felt yet another wave of sleepiness wash over him.

Stepping inside the cabin, his suspicions about the TV were confirmed, when he saw the flickering lights around the corner and heard muted, dramatic music. He spotted Luke asleep with his head in Julie’s lap on one of the couches, Reggie leaning against her on her other side, eyes on the TV screen. Bobby was sitting in the armchair, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted back, dead-asleep like a dad on a Saturday night. Flynn must be in bed already, because Willie was sitting alone on the other couch, cross-legged, comfortable. But their eyes caught sight of Alex as soon as he stepped into the room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he called quietly when Alex moved into his direction. His legs unfolded and he lifted an arm so Alex could sit down next to him.

Alex took the hand offered to him as soon as he reached it, then sat on the couch and smoothly slipped into Willie’s side. They let out a surprised laugh when Alex draped an arm across their waist and pushed his face into Willie’s shoulder.

“Hi,” he whispered back.

“We wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked so cute, when you were asleep,” Willie explained what Alex had been thinking.

“Thank you,” Alex responded. He lifted his head and nudged his chin forward, glancing at Willie’s lips. Willie got the message and smiled before leaning down and giving Alex a gentle kiss. Alex hummed comfortably, then placed his head back on Willie’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Tired?” Willie asked.

Alex nodded.

“You wanna go to bed?”

He shook his head. “Wanna be with you.”

He felt Willie’s breath hitch a little, like it always did when Alex randomly said cute things like that. They brushed their hand over Alex’s arm across their body.

“I wanna stay here a bit longer, is that alright?”

Alex nodded again. “This is perfect.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Willie’s collarbone through the fabric of their shirt. Willie’s hand not on Alex’s arm brushed over the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp. Alex felt himself melt into Willie at the sensation, slowly breathing out. Now being warm and fully enveloped by Willie, he started feeling drowsy with tiredness.

Willie halted momentarily. “Is everything alright? What’s going on?”

Alex didn’t lift his head, just turned it a little so they’d be better able to hear him. “I’m baby,” he said simply.

Willie breathed out with a laugh that sounded almost delighted. They shifted so they were able to press a lingering kiss to Alex’s forehead. Alex relished it with a smile.

“So baby,” Willie responded. Another kiss, even longer now. “And I love you so much.”

Alex felt soft and warm and glowy all over. He was on vacation, wearing his lover’s sweater, while they held him comfortably and kissed his forehead so gently. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this.

He finally lifted his head again so he was on eye level with Willie. “I love you too.”

Willie lifted the hand off Alex’s arm and curled it around his jaw. He kissed Alex again, so sweetly it made Alex’s head spin in the best way.

“I was hoping you’d put on the sweater,” he whispered against Alex’s lips and it made them both chuckle. “You look amazing in it.”

“It’s very comfortable.”

“I know.” Willie kissed his cheek. “Go to sleep.”

And almost as soon as Alex had placed his head on Willie’s shoulder again, he did.

#willex beloved #i missed them #felt like coming home writing them again <33 #love you Legolas #thanks for inspiring Willex every time #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #linden writes stuff #legolas tag #jatp fanfic

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xoxoavenger · 3 years

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Crazy

pairing: Luke Skywalker x reader

summary: Y/N goes a little crazy when Luke doesn't return from his patrol, and she definitely outs their secret relationship.

word count: 3624

warnings: cannon typical injury

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"Do you have to go?" Y/N asked, grabbing Luke's arm before he slipped out of the bed.

"If I don't go now, people will get suspicious and come looking for me." Luke kissed her neck, and she rolled onto her back.

"I'm sorry you're so popular, but that's not my fault." Y/N said, eyes still closed and still hanging onto him.

"Y/N," Luke whined, falling back into bed with her as she pulled at him.

"I think you're sick today." Y/N said, placing her arms around him and making him as close as he could be to her.

"There will still be people looking for me. I have to go." Luke kissed her head, untangling himself from her. "You should probably get up too, Y/N." Luke began putting on the extensive layers he had to have on in order to not freeze on this ice planet.

"I don't want to." She mumbled, and he rolled his eyes fondly at her.

"Come on." Luke pulled her up, and she finally opened her eyes. Luke had two layers out of the five he normally put on for missions, and Y/N pouted.

"Why did you put your clothes on?" She asked, and Luke let out a small laugh.

"Because it's cold. You need to put your clothes on too." Luke grabbed Y/N's long sleeved under shirt, and she lifted her arms up so he could put it over her. "Are you ready to go to work today?" Luke asked, getting dressed himself after helping Y/N.

"No." She muttered, wiping her eyes. "Can you do my hair?" Y/N asked, and Luke smiled at her.

"I can't do it as well as Leia does, Y/N. You know that." Luke said, but he still moved behind Y/N and began braiding her hair in two sections. "Here's your hat, love." Luke put the hat on Y/N, and she smiled at him.

"Be careful." She said, leaning on her tip toes to kiss him. He kissed back, lips warm against her cold body.

"I'm always careful." He smirked as they parted.

"Keep talking like that and you'll sound like Han." Y/N smirked, and Luke huffed out a breath. "I'm serious, Luke. I don't know what I'd do without you." She placed her hands on his chest, wishing he would be closer to her than the millions of layers between them to keep them warm.

"I know. You'd go crazier than you already are, Y/N." Luke smiled, hands rubbing his hands up and down her hips.

"Stop it!" Y/N whined, hitting his chest.

"I love you." Luke said, bringing her close.

"I thought you had to leave." Y/N rested her head on his chest.

"I do." He kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." Y/N kissed Luke one more time before the separated and made their way to their respective jobs.

"Han? Where's Luke?" Y/N asked as soon as Han walked into the control room. She knew Luke hadn't checked in yet, and he never forgets.

"He's checking out a meteorite that hit near him." Han answered.

"Alone?"

"With all the meteor activity in this system, it's going to be difficult to spot approaching ships." Y/N's question was disregarded, and she felt her heart race. Something wasn't right.

"General, I got to leave. I can't stay anymore." Han said, and Y/N looked over at Leia. She knew the princess had feelings for the captain, even if she would never admit it out loud.

"What?" Leia turned to see Y/N staring at her.

"Tell him how you feel, Leia! You don't really want him to leave, do you?" Y/N asked, and Liea turned to look at Han again, who was still talking to the General.

"When are you going to tell Luke how you feel, Y/N?" Leia whispered, and Y/N rolled her eyes. Luke and her were still new at the whole love thing, so no one knew about what happened behind closed doors.

"Well, Your Highness, guess this is it." Han said, and Y/N and Leia turned to see Han now behind them.

"That's right." Leia nodded.

"We hate to see you go, Han." Y/N said, and Han shoved her slightly.

"Don't tell me things you don't mean." He smirked, before looking at Leia. "Well, don't get all mushy on me, Princess. So long." And then Han was out the door. Leia and Y/N shared a look before Liea was after him, leaving Y/N to wonder where Luke was.

"Han!" Y/N yelled, making the man stand up and move from under his ship.

"What now?" He asked, and Y/N shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

"Where's Luke?" She asked, and Han's face immediately changed to concern.

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't come back yet. Leia and I don't know where he is, and the temperature is starting to drop and-"

"Hold on, honey. I don't know where he is." Han informed her.

"Nobody knows where he is." C-3PO informed them, and Y/N and Han turned to see the gold machine standing beside them.

"Nobody?" Y/N muttered.

"What do you mean, nobody knows?" Han asked, and Y/N's heart picked up its pace as if she was sprinting. "Deck Officer!" Han was yelling before 3PO could speak.

"Excuse me, sir, might I-"

"Shut it, 3PO." Y/N mumbled, following Han.

"Do you know where Commander Skywalker is?" Han asked.

"I haven't seen him." Y/N shut her eyes as the man spoke, trying to think of the best case scenario as stomach churned.

"Is it possible he came in through the south entrance?" Y/N asked, eyes still closed.

"Yes."

"It's possible? Why don't you go find out? It's getting dark out there." Han commanded.

"Yes, sir." The man responded, and it was quiet until Y/N felt hands on her shoulders.

"Y/N?" Han's voice cut through her thoughts, and she opened her eyes. "Are you alright? You're breathing really heavily." Han said, and Y/N nodded, although her breath intake increased.

"Hey, calm down. You're going to make yourself pass out." Han put a gloved hand on her face, and Y/N didn't react. "You probably need some sleep, I'm guessing. Are you tired?" Han had no idea what he was doing, but Luke's best friend was freaking out and normally he dealt with this sort of stuff.

"We need to find Luke." Y/N muttered, suddenly grabbing a helmet and scarf. She was putting them on, glassy look in her eyes.

"You need to stay here, Y/N." Han said, hands still on her shoulders. "Are you okay? You're shaking." Han was staring at Y/N, concerned. She was blinking rapidly and shaking behind the eye shield.

"I'm just cold. Come on, we need to find Luke." Y/N said, putting the helmet on.

"No, I'm going to find Luke. You're going to stay here." Han barely gave her time to finish her sentence. She began to walk away and he grabbed her, pulling her back. "Y/N, seriously. You're not going."

"Let go of me, Han, or I swear to-

"Stop fighting! You're not going!" Han yelled, and Y/N struggled in his arms weakly.

"I have to go! I have to help him!" Y/N yelled, but Han held onto her tightly.

"You can help him by staying here and working in the command center." He then moved to hug her, and she started to cry in his arms.

"Save him, please." She cried to him, and Han felt his heart break. Although Luke and Y/N never said anything about their relationship, Han knew there was something going on.

"I will. I promise."

"Sir, all the patrols are in." Y/N and Leia turned to hear the conversation between the two men.

"Still no-" Y/N turned her head as the man cut himself off, the pair obviously not wanting to say more because Leia and herself were there. "Still no contact from Skywalker or Solo." The man said quieter, and Leia grabbed Y/N's arm.

"Mistress Leia, Mistress Y/N, R2 says he's been quite unable to pick up any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope." 3PO informed them, and Y/N took a deep breath, wishing her emotions away.

"Your highness, there's nothing more we can do tonight." One of the men said to Leia, and Y/N turned her back to them, trying to clear her mind. It was going to be very cold at night, and Y/N knew it would be hard to survive.

"The shield doors must be closed."

"What?" Y/N cried out, spinning to face them.

"Y/N, we can't do anything until morning." Leia said, pain in her voice.

"They're going to freeze out there!" Y/N cried, and she heard Chewy let out a growl.

"Close the doors." Leia said, and Y/N felt her world collapse in on her, head spinning.

"He's going to die." Y/N mumbled, tears spilling out of her eyes. She looked to Leia, who had a sad frown on her face.

"We don't know that. Han and Luke are strong, Y/N, they can do this." Leia tried to comfort her, but Y/N just shook her head as more tears went tumbling down her cheeks. Just as she was about to fall, to let her body go numb, Chewy grabbed onto her, turning her to him and wrapping his long arms around her as she cried into his fur.

"R2 says the chances of survival are 725 to one." 3PO said, and then the loud clash of the door closing sounded, causing Y/N to cry out. 3PO kept talking, but Y/N drowned him out, sobbing into Chewbacca.

"I'm sure Luke and Han will be back in the morning." Leia's hand was at her back, and Y/N turned her face to see the princess, still holding tight to Chewy.

She slept the worst she has ever slept in her entire life, tossing and turning, her eyes not wanting to stay closed. Still, when she woke up, she was expecting to be in Luke's arms. Instead, she woke up next to a furball, and the pain of yesterday's events came crashing down. Y/N picked herself up, wiping a hand over her face. Her head was spinning, and her chest was hurting from her heart beating out of her chest for so long. She came out of the Millennium Falcon, which she barely remembers falling stumbling in and falling asleep, to see Leia pacing in the hanger.

"Did you even sleep?" Y/N asked, pulling her sleeves down.

"Did you?" Leia looked to Y/N, seeing the bags under her eyes, and then back to the open door. "They sent the rescue team out a little while ago. I'm waiting for word that they found them." Leia said over the irrelevant chatter of the rescue team.

"Hopefully they find something more than just frozen bodies." Y/N said, and Leia frowned at her.

"Have hope, Y/N. I'm sure they'll be okay." Leia put a hand on her shoulder, and Y/N smiled at her.

"Echo Base, this is Rouge Two. I've found them. Repeat, I've found them." Came through the comm, and Y/N and Leia both let out a sigh of relief, hugging each other. Y/N almost felt herself fall as her knees buckled, but Leia righted her.

Y/N and Leia awaited the plane that would be carrying Han and Luke, and Y/N rushed over to it as soon as they landed. Luke was being pushed on a medic carrier, and Y/N followed with it. He was pale, a black eye and cuts adorning his face. Y/N pushed the hair out of his face, feeling his cold skin.

"We need to get him into a bacta tank." Someone said, and Y/N looked up.

"Will he be okay?" Y/N asked, and someone in front of her stopped, making her stop. Luke kept going, and Y/N tried to get around the medic.

"He'll be fine, Ma'am. He will need to spend at least ten hours in the bacta tank, which is a hard sight to see. Are you sure you want to stay with him?" The man asked, and Y/N furrowed her brows in anger.

"Get out of my way." She said, pushing past him and running to keep up with Luke. She watched as he was hooked up to a breathing tube, and then stripped down. The droids slipped a machine over his arms before lifting him into the tank. Y/N made her way forwards toward the tank, placing her hands on the glass as she looked at Luke. He was completely unconscious, and every so often a droid attached to the tank would shock him, causing his back to arch and his body to tense.

Y/N stayed at the tank for twelve hours, sitting next to and leaning on it while watching Luke. She needed to make sure he was okay.

"You should get some sleep. He'll be pulled out soon." Han said, putting a hand on Y/N's shoulder. Han and Leia had been in and out with C-3PO and R2-D2, but Y/N had stayed the entire time, only eating a small portion of the food they had brought.

"I'm okay." Y/N said, smiling up at Han and wiping a hand across her face. He grimaced, and Y/N looked up at Luke, wishing he could just be close to her. Watching him float in the tank lifelessly was unsettling, and all she wanted to do was cuddle with him for an entire solstice.

"You need to sleep at some point. Chewy told me you barley slept on the Falcon last night, and it's getting late." Han told her, and Y/N looked back to him

"Exactly. I slept last night so I'm fine." Y/N told him.

"You need to eat and sleep, and then Luke will be out." Han pushed, and Y/N stood up.

"Why do you care? You were going to leave anyway." Y/N crossed her arms, and Han looked almost hurt.

"I was just trying to help you. Don't want you looking like more of a mess than normal when he comes out." Han said, and Y/N punched his shoulder.

"That's for leaving me here." Y/N seethed, and Han rolled his eyes.

"You would have died out there in your state. I was doing you a favor." He explained, and Y/N pushed Han. It wasn't hard, since she was so weak, but it still angered Han.

"Doing me a favor? I was trying to save him and you stopped me."

"You were going crazy, Y/N! You can't blame me for not taking you." He said, and Y/N frowned.

"I also promised Luke I wouldn't put you in danger if he were to go missing." Han said softly, and Y/N looked to her unconscious lover.

"Why?" She whispered, placing a hand on the tank.

"He loved you, ya know."

"Yeah, I do." Y/N let a tear slip out of her eye, and Han wiped it away.

"He'll be okay." He said, bringing Y/N into a side hug.

"I know, but I just want him to be okay now." She mumbled, placing her other hand on the tank, leaning against it.

"Will you rest now?" Han asked, hoping he'd get to her after that talk.

"I'm okay here." Y/N said, and Han sighed, but left to sleep anyway.

"Mistress Y/N?" Y/N woke up to 3PO's voice, and she looked around to realize she was still in the room they were keeping Luke in. She sat up, looking up to see Luke still floating in the tank. "They're taking Master Luke out now." 3PO informed her, and she stood to see Han and Leia also in the room. The droid detached from the tank, and Y/N stood with the others to watch Luke be lifted out of the tank. They set him on a bed, then toweled him down. They put new clothes on him and then whisked him away, Y/N in tow. Leia and Han met her on the way, and the three of them followed the bed until a droid stopped them.

"No humans allowed until Commander Skywalker is awake." The droid said, and Y/N scowled.

"I'm his girlfriend." Y/N explained.

"Doesn't matter. Commander Skywalker needs his rest." The droid responded.

"Well how long is that gonna take?" Han stepped up, defending Y/N.

"A least a few hours."

"What? No, I want to see him now." Y/N said, trying to get past the droid. It didn't budge.

"I'm afraid you can't. Please go to your room, and we will have you notified when he wakes."

"No! I'm going to be with him in there." Y/N tried to push the droid away, but he did nothing.

"Move, you big bag of bolts!" She cried, but the droid did not let her through.

"Y/N, it'll probably be good for you to get some sleep." Leia put a hand on her shoulder, but Y/N shrugged it off.

"I don't want sleep, I want to see him!" She yelled, but the droid still stood in her way. "I swear to the Imperial Army I will rip you apart piece by piece if you don't let me through." Y/N threatened, however the droid seemed uninterested.

"We'll get clearance from the General. This isn't the hill you want to die on." Leia said, and Y/N turned to her. She looked at Leia, and then at Han, and suddenly she deflated.

"I just want to be with him. Make sure he's okay." She said, crying for what seemed like the millionth time. Leia wrapped her up in a hug, and she let out a breath against her.

"He'll be okay. He's in good hands. You should get some rest." Leia pulled away and winked, and Y/N just nodded. It appeared that Leia had a plan, and knowing her it was probably a good one.

"We're terribly sorry about that." 3PO said as they walked away, and once they turned the corner, Leia began to talk.

"We're sneaking you in here tonight." She mumbled, and the group continued walking.

"How?" Y/N asked, looking at Leia, but she was looking straight ahead,

"It's cold enough at night that there aren't many alive rebels that work in the medical wing, and droids are charging." Leia explained, still looking ahead as they began walking.

"I'll come get you from your room in two hours." Leia finished as they came up to Y/N's room. She honestly almost forgot she had her own room, spending so much time in Luke's.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled at them both, hugged Leia and then went to her room.

She couldn't sleep. She knew Luke was perfectly fine, but not being able to see and feel him made her on edge. She almost fainted at the knock on her door. Y/N opened it way to eagerly, smiling at Leia.

It was cold in the hallways, since it was night now. Y/N shivered as she walked through the empty space, making her way slowly to where Luke was.

"Do you know which room he's in?" Y/N asked, coming up upon the many doors leading to rooms.

"While you were throwing your tantrum, I was watching to see which room they put him in." Leia smirked, opening the door to her right. Y/N smiled, hugged Leia, and then quickly went into the room.

"Oh, Luke." Y/N mumbled, seeing Luke laying on the bed asleep. His hair covered his closed eyes partially, and his skin was still pale, making his injuries seem worse. She pushed herself onto his bed, laying down next to him. "You dumbass." Y/N whispered, clinging to him. His body was warm, and Y/N kissed his cheek, hand going to rest on his chest and leg wrapped around him.

Finally, finally, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

"You're not supposed to be here." Y/N woke to the stupid droids voice, and she sat up.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, moving from Luke. She looked at him, and he was still sleeping. She felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep, and she realized she hadn't been asleep for long.

"I'm going to ask you to leave, Ma'am." The droid said, and Y/N let a little breath out.

"It's fine, Med. You can go to your next patient." A human said at the door, and Y/N smiled slightly.

"Thank you." She said to the man at the door, who nodded and turned the light off.

Lips on hers. That's what she finally woke up to.

Chapped, bruised, swollen lips, but they most definitely belonged to the one and only Luke Skywalker.

Y/N opened her eyes, pushing Luke away lightly. She was still in his bed in the medic wing, and when she sat up, she noticed Han, Leia, Chewy, 3PO and R2 were also in the room. Y/N blushed, and Luke brought her closer.

"What happened?" Y/N asked, and Luke shook his head, cuddling closer to her.

"I got taken by a snow monster, and it was really cold." Luke mumbled, and Y/N rolled her eyes, holding him close as well.

"Well, it seems you two get along very well. When did this happen?" Han asked, and Y/N sunk farther into the bed.

"A lot of things happen behind your back, Han." Luke said smugly, and Y/N smiled.

"It's cute that you think this was behind my back."

"I'm glad you're okay." Y/N said, looking up at Luke and pretending Han hadn't just spoke.

"I am too. I heard you went crazy and threw a tantrum without me." Luke smirked, and Y/N hit his chest, beginning to move away. "It's kinda cute." Luke said, pulling Y/N closer to him.

"You're about to die again, Commander Skywalker." Y/N threatened, and Luke rolled his eyes and brought her close up to him.

"I'm so glad you're not already crazy."

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obeymeow · 2 years

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Obey Me! You’re a Gem Event Gemstones

As an avid enjoyer of gems and someone with a... difficult time visualizing things, I was having some fun trying to find human equivalents for the pretty rocks, and I thought other people might enjoy it for references or maybe fandom-inspired jewelry. I (jokingly) complain a lot, but it was actually very fun, so if you want to write or draw something for the event but aren’t quite sure what crystals to use, feel free to drop an ask or reblog this for some advice. It’s also... much longer than the initial draft of only one gem each. Gemstone symbolism is rarely so cut and dry as the event implies, so it’s very much up to interpretation for all of them. This is also mostly based off of memory so I might confuse a few of them, I’m really just here for fun. No images yet, sorry. Anyway, here's what I noticed or could find (spoilers ahead!):

Mammon:

The descriptors given for Mammon’s gemstone are “kinda warm”, “golden yellow”, and “means ‘kindness’.” Now, I don’t really know about the temperature, but this seems like a textbook topaz to me. Gorgeous golden color, and thought to promote kindness and empathy. It’s also one of the November birthstones! The other November birthstone, citrine, is more often associated with positivity, optimism, and joy than kindness, but is a similar matching golden-yellow color.

Levi:

Levi says his gem is a “bright orange”, “kinda shaped like a sword”, and means “strength”. This one’s a little harder as there are plenty of orange gemstones, but none bright enough to immediately spring to mind. My best guess would be an orange agate or carnelian, both of which can vary from a light orange to brighter orange to reddish-brown. Only agate explicitly means strength, as far as I know, but they both symbolize courage, which is what Levi elaborates on MC’s strength meaning to him-they make him want to be brave. Fitting enough, no? Agate is oft thought to improve your energy and courage, while carnelian symbolizes an already bold energy and joy. Carnelian was frequently associated with blood-lust, rage, and the sun god Ra in ancient Egyptian texts as well.

Luke:

Luke looks for a “pale blue” stone that means “soothing”. Honestly, this could apply to basically any light blue gem, but my immediate ideas were aquamarine and blue zircon. Aquamarine is more likely, often associated with serenity, tranquility, harmony, all that good stuff. Blue zircon is less literal, meaning “clearing your mind’, purity, and innocence, which I felt more fitting for the little angel, but this was pretty easy to figure out some options for.

Simeon:

So, I thought at first Simeon was going to make this reeeally hard on me, what with the “that’s cause you’re all...schwiiiip” and “you’re always so shimmery and sparkly, and like...whooooah, y’know?” No, bestie, I do not. His actually ended up being pretty easy to locate, though, with the meaning of “admiration”, supposed to resemble a “dazzling presence”, and an “emerald green”. Maybe a little basic, but this one is likely an emerald. Undeniably an emerald green color, a gorgeous-and I would say certainly dazzling-appearance, and a symbol of love, respect, and admiration, due to its ties with the lovely goddess Venus. Assuming even borderline-tipsy Simeon would be aware that an emerald is a gem itself and is only using it for the color, it could also be a jade, a stone for love and nurturing that can take on a very pretty, if less exciting, shade of green.

Solomon:

His gemstone’s intrigue mostly comes from the flower shape he enchants it into, which unfortunately gives me no hints as to what the gem is. However, he does inform us it is a “royal blue” with a meaning of “trust”. I would assume this would likely be a lapis lazuli, rather prized for an intense color and enhancing wisdom-wise sorcerer, anyone?-and trust! Sapphire is also well up there, believed to inspire trust and wisdom as well with a nice vibrant blue, and associated with royalty, as Solomon was inspired by King Solomon. Honorable mention here goes to the chrysanthemum stone, which naturally forms in a flower and is believed to bring stability and trust. Unfortunately, however, they only come in a milky white color.

Asmodeus:

I was very tempted to try to figure out the stone Asmo has received, but “beauty” in terms of shiny rocks is just too large a grouping. The stone he gives MC is a “lovely pink and red mix” and means “passion”, which, fortunately is not an especially contradictory description. Yet again, I have more than one idea: most likely the classic ruby, which generally is a vibrant red it’s named after, and represents passion, love, and nobility. I felt that was a little straight-forward, though, so I also considered a rubellite-a red or pink tourmaline, the rarest gem in its family and frequently mistaken for ruby. It’s semi-transparent, and sometimes has an effect of appearing both red and pink depending on the shade. It symbolizes a similar passion and love, as well as joy. Fun fact: rubellite is also a pyroelectric stone, so it can generate an electric current when heated or cooled...no, I’m not picking favorites.

Belphegor:

This man is responsible for my analysis going to shit, because “looks like there’s a bunch of stars floating inside of it” is near-impossible to find and now I want one SO BADLY. Though if someone gave me a magic gemstone supposed to make you gush about them and told me it meant obsession, well, I would probably interpret that as a sign of hostility. I gave up on finding any exact copy here in favor of spacey-looking rocks, which... are pretty cool. Tanzanite immediately came to mind, though it’s roughly 1,000x rarer than a diamond and frequently referred to as a once-in-a-lifetime gem due to how quickly the natural supply is expected to run out. Carmeltazite is partially composed of tanzanite and extremely rare as well as being newly discovered on Earth as of 2019, so it doesn’t have much of a meaning yet. As I was looking, though, I realized an easier to locate option would be an opal. Particularly an Ethiopian black opal, for a planetarium effect, but all opals tend to represent devotion, as Belphie elaborates on “obsession” meaning, so would likely be the best match.

Beelzebub:

This is where I, after roughly three hours, realized that I was possibly out of my depth. Why does it need to be edible. Why would you do this to me, a humble crystal-loving lesbian, writers. It’s “transparent”, means “honesty”, and is edible. For the sake of my sanity and ability to sleep tonight, I will be mostly ignoring the last part. They’re demons, it’s fine, I have no proof it’s edible to humans and any proof I do receive I will be ignoring. Best guess on this one, never ask me for anything again: clear blue apatite or a white sapphire. Clear blue apatite it often means communication, and given the value of it to Beel as MC being honest to him and his brothers, it feels rather fitting. It’s also sometimes used to decrease appetite (not apatite lmao) given the same mineral is found in our teeth and bones, although I can’t vouch for it as someone who tends to stick to traditional medicine. Ironically, though, apatite is actually named after the Greek word for deceit. White sapphire actually has a translucent appearance and openly represents honesty, as well as freedom and justice.

Barbatos:

Why do they do this to me. This one I couldn’t handle either. “Milky-white colored”, meaning “sweetness”, named a “dark sugar drop”, and a “natural sweetener”. If you had not yet guessed, “dark sugar drops” are not a naturally-occurring gem in our realm, and I was half-tempted to just answer with sugar. I did have a breakthrough after a moment that an earthly equivalent could be a white morganite, a pretty vaguely-translucent gem often compared to diamond with a very light pink tint to it, and is associated with innocence, sweetness, and romance. Alternatively, there’s the straight-forward milky quartz, formed when a clear quartz’ crystalline structure encounters different minerals in its deposit, and encourages compassion and understanding, which falls under the umbrella of the gentleness that so intrigues Barbatos.

Diavolo:

So fortunately this is mostly where my identification anguish ends. Mostly. The only problem I had here is that I had to frequently cross it with the color of Diavolo’s eyes and I am way too easily embarrassed for that, it turns out. So, the details for this one are “the same color as [Diavolo’s] eyes” (being a pale golden-brown color), means “order”, and “only falls near particularly powerful demons”. Now, that last one is... not exactly relevant to our gems here in that they do not fall from the sky, generally, but I don’t actually know of any rocks that symbolize order myself, so I decided to go for something along the lines of power in relation, at which point yellow jasper really stuck out to me. It can definitely come in a color similar to his eyes, and is generally considered a stone of protection, inner strength, and confidence. Some also say it can inspire work which I’d say is definitely something Diavolo could use. I wasn’t quite satisfied with the match, though, so I kept searching and came up with golden healer/hematoid quartz. The quartz is a more obvious match in terms of color, as well as symbolizing balance, which was as close to “order” as I could get. This one is also said to increase productivity!

Satan:

Oh boy. It’s taking everything I have not to fill this section with ironic cat puns, but I’m stronger than that. Surprise surprise, it’s... “cat-shaped”, means “freedom”, and this one is for some reason the only gem to not have color stated? Which gives me some sort of creative freedom-too much of it, in fact. The first gemstone to come to mind meaning “freedom” would have to be the sunstone, which comes in warm shades of orange, gold, brown, so on. It also represents expanded consciousness, self-worth, and is sometimes said to be useful for becoming independent, and... yeah, that checks out. Other options include another rock meaning freedom, self-confidence, and inner strength, another member of the Chalcedony class, the... tigers-eye. I wouldn’t put it past him. Tigers-eye, so I’ve been told, is named after the chatoyant effect it is very prone to, which, for those not in the know, is when a cabochon-cut reflects light in a way that resembles a cat’s eye. The sunstone is also capable of chatoyance!

Lucifer:

I’ve now been at this for nearly five hours because I have to finish before I can rest, I have no more color commentary. Colors, no commentary. Lucifer’s gem, although there is a number of other delightful crystals MC could have chose, is a “crimson one” and represents “eternity”. This, for anyone who likes rare gems whatsoever, is immediately and infuriatingly identifiable as a red diamond. Diamonds theoretically bringing eternal love (which is why they’re so frequently used in wedding rings), abundance, and clarity, and the brilliant red variety exceptionally rare, even above the tanzanite mentioned in Belphegor’s section, only roughly two to three dozen have ever been discovered-a shame, dashing as they are. Maybe just get an eternity ring instead. But, as I’m trying to provide more than one option each, it could also possibly be a red garnet-though it generally comes in a dark purple, it can also be found in a vibrant, dark red and is understood as a stone of commitment.

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tiffdawg · 3 years

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On Fire For You | A Din Djarin x Reader Oneshot

Gif: @bestintheparsec

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 2.5k

Rated: T | Warnings: tropes galore, including but not limited to there’s only one bed, huddling for warmth, first kisses, and, of course, found family. And there’s one (1) mild reference to something spicy.

A/N: This is part of my follower giveaway! The lovely @aerolanya requested Din + “oh no there’s only one bed” and I’m only too happy to deliver on one of my favorite tropes. I hope you all enjoy!

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On Fire For You

It was a rare treat for you and Din to see Grogu for such an extended period of time, and you were excited to take him to an ancient temple at the Jedi Luke Skywalker’s instruction even if finding the site proved difficult but being stranded on a frozen planet in the middle of a blizzard was not how you envisioned the trip. Even with the upgraded console on Din’s new ship, it was impossible to navigate through to snowstorm raging on Polus. He’d been forced to set the ship down on the empty ice plains until it passed. Even now as you sat in the cockpit cradling Grogu, you saw nothing, but white snow and ice whipped by furious winds outside the transparisteel viewport.

You held the small child tighter as his ears drooped at a shrieking gust of wind. You didn’t like the sound of that either. When your partner re-entered the main cabin, you quickly stood from the co-captain’s chair and faced him. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded once as he brushed a layer of snow of his pauldrons. “Ship’s in good condition. We’ll be ready to fly as soon as the storm passes.” You nodded quietly as you processed the situation. And then he added, “as long as we’re not buried under ice in the morning.”

You didn’t like the sound of that either. “What are the chances of that happening?”

He gestured to the viewport you’d been staring out of as if to say pretty damn good, but at your worried expression, he made an effort to console you. “We’ll be fine for the night. Don’t worry.”

You heaved a small sigh of relief as you pulled your shawl tighter around your body, making sure Grogu was securely tucked underneath the thick Bantha wool as well. If Din thought things were fine, then you’d be fine. Surely there was nothing to worry about.

… . …

As your frozen breath swirled around you with each exhale, you wondered why you ever listened to a word out of that stubborn Mandalorian’s mouth.

Bundled in your heaviest parka and wrapped in a blanket, you and Grogu watched as Din pulled apart the ship’s internal wiring and tried to put it back together. Inside the metal hull, the temperature was dropping by the minute and after nearly an hour of work, he’d had no luck powering up the ship.

“Dank farrik.” Grumbling, Din tossed aside his pilex driver. “I can’t get the heating system back online. Hell, I can’t get anything back online. Not in these temps.”

“You’re telling me it’s colder than space?” you asked, desperately trying to hide your panic

“No,” he sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I– I don’t know this ship.” His frustration was evident in the way he moved as he stood and looked around helplessly. You felt for him. He always tried his best to hide his struggles from you, but you knew losing the Razor Crest was like losing his home. Despite the cold, your heart warmed toward him. Of course, that was nothing new.

“It’s okay,” you said, even as your teeth chattered. You reached toward him, intent on offering some sense of comfort, but recoiled as soon as your hand touched his cuirass. The metal was so cold it stung. “Kriff! You’re freezing, Din.”

“The armor is insulated. It’s only cold on the outside. I’m fine,” he assured you. Still, you eyed him skeptically. He never put much thought into his own good. More often than not, that was your job. “I wore enough layers,” he said pointedly.

“I’m practically wearing everything I own.”

“I can tell.” You heard that hint of a smile in his voice, the one that stirred the butterflies in your stomach, but you only narrowed your eyes at him. He chuckled softly and offered you the last blanket. “According to my starmap, there’s a small settlement not far from here. If we can make it there, we might find somewhere warm to pass the storm.”

“Might?” you whispered so only Grogu heard you. As he blinked up at you, you could tell that he shared your apprehension. “Don’t worry, little one,” you said as you trailed a gentle finger down the slope of his nose. “Your father would do anything to protect you.”

… . …

Either Polus was known for its hospitality or you looked as pitiful as you felt, but by some stroke of luck, the three of you found someone willing to offer you safe lodging in the village. As he assured Din that his family would be safe and warm for the night, your cheeks burned so warm you were certain the snowflakes melted as soon as they touched your skin. Then the generous old man dashed away through the snowdrifts back to the warmth of his home and family, leaving you alone in the old cabin. Relief washed over you as soon as you stepped inside and out of the biting wind.

“Ewoks live better than this,” you mumbled as you scowled at the sad, dark dwelling. It was well insulated but little more than a room and lacked something as basic as a refresher. The only one was in the village’s main hall which would require you to dash through the snow in the middle of the night should you wake up at some point. You would not be doing that. You knew it was better than being out in the snow or freezing to death on the ship, but it was austere even for your nomadic lifestyle.

“I’ve seen worse,” Din offered.

“Oh, I’m sure you have.” You rolled your eyes behind his back, but as he craned his neck to look back at you, you thought he might’ve sensed the gesture. After a year of traveling together, the two of you could practically predict each other’s next move.

While Din lit a small fire in the hearth in the center of the room, you offered a small meal to Grogu from the meager supplies you’d been able to carry with you. Unsurprisingly, he took the tin of food eagerly and sat himself near the flames to warm up. With the roaring fire, you finally felt your limbs start to thaw. Still, you kept all but your wet outer layers on as you arranged your bedroll. Which was when you noticed a small problem.

“There’s only one bunk,” you stated dumbly. You looked around the room as if a second would appear magically.

“You take it,” Din said as he reclined against the wall across from the fire. He folded his arms across his chest as if to fall asleep like he did in his captain’s chair.

“You won’t be comfortable like that all night,” you protested weakly.

“I’ve had worse,” he echoed. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve better, Din.” You crouched next to him, trying to catch his eyes behind the visor. For all you knew, he was already asleep.

“You and the kid are all that matter,” he said softly after a moment. Your chest hollowed as the air escaped your lungs at his words. You felt the same sentiment deep in your bones. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Too late for that,” you said with a rueful little smile. You worried about the man constantly, but you couldn’t help it. Not when he carried your heart with him, and you needed him to keep it safe. Needed him safe. Even if he didn’t need to know that. You brushed the few remaining snowflakes off him even as they melted quickly in the warming room. “You shouldn’t sleep in wet clothes,” you offered pointlessly. “You’ll catch your death, and we can’t have that.”

Expecting him to gently chastise you for your concern, you didn’t wait for his response. Instead, you scooped up the baby, who’s eyes were blinking shut even as he still clutched the last of his meal in his tiny, clawed hand, and crawled into bed.

As you arranged the blankets neatly around the two of you, you noticed Din’s stare still trained on you. You held his gaze from across the room. It was hardly the first time you’d caught him watching you, but as the flickering firelight reflected off the obsidian visor, you desperately wished you could see his true expression.

“Goodnight, Din,” you whispered after a long moment.

“Goodnight, cyare,” he rasped quietly.

With that single word of Mando’a fluttering between your ribs, you settled in for the night.

… . ...

Perhaps an hour or two later you woke with a chill. As you all slept, the room’s only source of warmth had dwindled to smoldering embers and even as you curled up into a ball and cuddled the baby closer to your chest, it was not nearly enough to stave off the cold.

“Din?” you called, your voice wavering as you shivered. He woke with a bit of a start before his visor turned to you. “We’re freezing,” you embellished. Maybe he’d take pity on you if he thought the kid was cold too.

Din nodded once, almost dutifully. Limbs still heavy with sleep, he moved slowly as he stood and stoked the fire, but he gave up after a minute and ignited his flamethrower with a flick of his wrist. The hot blue spark was more than enough to rekindle it and you felt the warmth flood the room immediately.

You expected him to then return to his slumped position against the wall. Instead, he stared at you with his helmet tilted curiously. You watched with bated breath as he crossed the small room while pulling off a single leather glove. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of his tanned skin. Since that fateful night on Moff Gideon’s ship, you hadn’t seen him missing so much as a single pauldron. Din hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your face toward him, and ran the pad of his thumb across your lips. The simple action sent a shock through your system and every thought vanished from your head. All accept one. But you steadfastly resisted the urge to kiss his warm skin.

“Take off your clothes,” he said softly. Your jaw dropped at the command. And then, if possible, even further as he started to remove his Beskar.

“W– What?” you asked without bothering to hide your surprise.

“You need body heat,” he answered evenly. That… that made much more sense. That was a logical, rational explanation. Although it was the opposite of what you’d been thinking. You silently scolded yourself as you stripped down to your modest underclothes. You did your best to advert your eyes while Din did the same before climbing into bed behind you.

“Relax,” he said as he settled next to you.

You did as he asked. Or rather, tried your best as you laid facing away from him. As you did, you heard the faint whir of his helmet’s locking mechanism disengaging. A muscular arm reached past you to set it on the floor.

Understandably, all of the movement woke the baby. In the dim firelight, Grogu’s eyes widened as he smiled up at Din. He cooed happily as he reached for his father’s face.

“Hey, kid.” Din greeted him as if it was the first time, he’d seen him in a while. And like this, it was. He laughed, deep and rich and real, and you cherished the sound.

A smile pulled at your lips at the sweet exchange. But as much as you longed to see him, you kept your focus on the baby and let yourself see Din through his eyes.

“Alright, back to sleep.” For once, Grogu was tired enough to actually listen to his father. He curled up against your chest again and Din carefully tucked the blankets around the both of you. His soft snoring resumed almost instantly.

He shifted for a bit as if trying to find a comfortable position. You were acutely aware of his every move and every accidental brush of his skin against yours. At one sharp inhale, he spoke again.

“Are you okay?” Not quite trusting your voice, you nodded. Because the truth was, you were more than okay. There was no place you’d rather be than in bed with him. “Still cold?”

“A little.”

Before you could tell him that way okay, he surprised you by wrapping a strong arm around your middle and pulling you closer until you laid with your back to his bare chest. Instantly, you felt the heat radiating off his body. The man was a furnace.

“Any better?”

As your eyes fell shut, the words slipped out with a breath before you could stop them. “Oh my stars, you feel so good, Din.”

His hold on you tightened. Then, in an unexpected but wholly welcomed move, his hand slid up your body to cup your cheek and turn your face toward his. You felt only a ghost of a breath on your skin before warm, chapped lips pressed against your cold ones. Scintillas of heat spread throughout your body.

“Look at me, cyare,” he whispered as you parted.

Hesitating only for a second, you opened your eyes to find perfect, plush lips smiling back at you. Letting your eyes roam, you admired his soft brown eyes glinting in the firelight and the mess of tousled locks you wanted to run your fingers through. So you did as you pulled him back to you.

“I can’t wait to have you alone,” Din murmured against your mouth. Chills erupted across your skin that had nothing to do with the cold. But his kiss only lasted a moment before he backed away with a look of uncertainty. “Do you want that?”

You smiled at his bashfulness. It was completely unfounded, but endlessly endearing and so incredibly like him. “Yes,” you promised as you sealed your lips to his once more. Both of you fell fast asleep with soft smiles

… . …

The storm passed overnight and the next morning the villagers set you on the right path to the ancient temple. Din got the ship up and flying in no time and the three of you were off.

When you arrived Grogu seemed to instinctively know just what he had to do. Whatever he was meant to find in there, it was meant for him alone. With a gentle hand on his shoulder, just above the mudhorn signet that signified their bond, you held Din back as the baby toddled into the icy cave alone. You sensed his hesitation, but he stayed with you. He heaved a sigh under your touch.

“Have I ever told you that you’re a good father?” you asked as you slipped your hand into his. The gesture was new, but as he twined his fingers with yours, it felt like something the two of you had done a thousand times before.

“All the time,” he answered.

“And do you believe me yet?”

Din was quiet for a long time before he turned to you. “You’re a good mother to him, cyare.”

Somehow, as you beamed at him, you knew your smile was returned. Finally, you could imagine it perfectly.

... . ...

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wizardofstars · 3 years

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Luke’s dreams had always been strange, even from the youngest age.

He could clearly recall each one of them, no matter how it long had been, quite similar to his awake memories. There would be no fog obscuring details, or the moments fading the longer he was awake.

Yet, he knew that it was a strange occurrence, that no one else could remember their dreams as well as he did, or even influence them as he could. He asked his aunt Beru about it once, as a child, and she patiently explained lucid dreams to him, but even then he knew it wasn’t exactly that.

But after years, he learned to not question it, to keep quiet about his strange visions and dreams, to simply accept it as a part of his life.

And so he did, keeping his small secret close to his chest, cherishing those warm moments when asleep.

He never told his aunt or his uncle that he would sometimes dream about his father, clear to him in his dreams as either of them were when awake, smiling and spending time with him like he could not in the real world. The cloud of sadness that his father could never really appear and take him away would always be broken by the happy moments they could spend together in Luke’s dreams.

He never questioned why his father’s presence was like cool water in Tatooine’s noon suns, the shade protecting from the scorching sands, a gentle breeze against his warmed skin but he soon came to accept it as it was. On Tatooine, the cool was to be cherished, the saviour against the deadly temperatures, and so Luke came to associate his father with the gentle cold that he always seemed to carry around himself.

Sometimes, when he was still a child, Luke’s father would ask him where he was, on what planet, so he could come and take him home. Yet, each time Luke tried to answer, to tell him, a wave of exhaustion would wash over him, making their grassy glade fade into the darkness, his dad’s voice calling out to him before he fell into a dreamless slumber.

Those always terrified Luke, sitting in darkness, not a sound or a living being in sight, left alone by himself as he slept. In those moments, he could feel his own body, staring at his closed eyes as he was unable to make a sound, or move, his only escape the dark, dark, space that left him numb.

The first time it happened, his father was furious, concerned, scared, and for a while, all he did was hold Luke tightly in his lap, gently rocking them both as he ran his cool fingers through Luke’s hair. But Luke knew it wasn’t his fault, and he did say so himself, which only led to his dad holding him closer, and for a moment, Luke thought he saw a golden glint out of the corner of his eye.

Luke knew his dreams were influenced by his emotions, his fears, yet it did never really came up, as his father was always there, his calm and cool presence always soothing even the worst of Luke’s moments.

But after Alderaan, after the Death Star, and after the deaths of his family, murdered brutally in their own home, Luke’s nightmares reared their terrifying heads.

From the moment it began, Luke knew it was a dream. For one, his father was not there, and the gentle grass was replaced by the rough roads of Mos Eisley, the sand grinding underneath his boot.

Looking around, he realised it all was deserted, not a single soul occupying the city, not even a critter scurrying across the alleys in search of food. Yet, even with such a calm atmosphere, Luke could feel his whole body shivering, his hairs standing on their ends as dread filled him. For years, he was able to forecall an incoming storm, and it felt just like that, the air itself feeling like to was charged and ready to release devastation.

It all came to its zenith when a chilling sound filled the sandstone street, the sound that many rebels learned to fear and avoid. The sound of a rasping beast ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.

Ever so slowly, Luke turned, already knowing who would be standing there, a dark spectre, the doom of any rebel.

Vader.

Breath seized in Luke’s chest, his body freezing as he gazed upon the Sith, standing at the end of the street, his cape brushing against the rough sand as they stared at each other, Luke’s eyes wide in fear.

He knew it all to be a dream, an apparition, but he was well aware of how his dreams worked. It may not be real, but he has long learned that the pain would still feel real like it was happening to his real body.

And he knew that even the most excruciating wound could sometimes not even wake him.

And so he ran.

He ran from the predator stalking the sand streets, he ran from the Sith Lord that murdered his father.

He ran for the terror still felt real. Just like the Death Star trenches, when Vader was hunting them down.

It was only when he stumbled and fell, that he felt a shroud be pulled against his body, blocking the merciless suns away from him. Fear coursing through his blood did not fade, but as he saw his father stand before him, his face drawn in a frown, he slowly relaxed, his breathing slowly calming.

He saw his dad lower down, to be able to reach him, and only when he felt the cold fingertips touch his burning cheek did he jerk, gasping, as he suddenly awakened from his nightmare.

But that wasn’t it.

Slowly, he balled his hand into a fist, and as he raised it to his face, he realised they were in the glade.

He was still dreaming.

A dream within a dream.

What a strange concept.

“Luke.”

The voice was soft, gentle, yet Luke could still hear the undercut of the usual sternness in it. He turned his head, staring blankly at his father as the older man looked with concern at him.

“Are you okay?” His dad asked, and Luke absentmindedly realised his gloved hand was supporting his head.

He nodded, still too dazed to verbally answer, but as he tried to sit up, his father helped him up rather than holding him down to rest.

Standing up was harder, the exhaustion from running was only a phantom in his limbs, yet it somehow persisted even after waking up. He looked around, relieved that his nightmare did not seem to disturb their little nook.

“Luke.”

Looking back, he saw that his father had stood up as well, but his expression was unknown to Luke. It seemed like a mix of determination and... anger? But as Luke tried to gently touch this new feeling that always had been there in his chest - the Force - he realised the anger was not directed at him, no.

His father must have felt his awkward attempt, as he shifted, and at that moment Luke thought he felt the familiar cool wrap around him again, and he instinctively relaxed. He startled as he felt a solid hand lay on his shoulder.

“Luke, tell me where you are.”

For a moment, the words did not register in Luke’s mind, but when they did, he tensed, fear immediately filling his body yet again, but this time, it was a different fear.

The fear of the dark place.

He was shaking his head before he even knew it, wanting to take a step back away from his dad, his jaw working as he tried to suppress a fearful scream, but the minute tightening of his father’s hand stopped him. It was not aggressive, nor a sign of danger, it was more like Luke’s father was grounding himself, and Luke suddenly remembered he wasn’t the only one affected by their separations.

“I- dad, I can’t-”

The words seemed stuck in his throat, his fear choking him, and he looked down, at the soft grass under his feet. Not even a second later he felt strong arms wrap around his body and he immediately hugged his dad back, needing the comfort.

“My star,” his voice was muffled by Luke’s hair, but it still carried over the glade, “It will be alright, I promise you.”

The coolness his father radiated, the comfort and love were familiar and so soothing. Soaking in his father’s presence, Luke closed his eyes, knowing his father would never lie to him.

“Yavin... We are on Yavin IV.”

It was only after speaking those words did Luke realise the bond between them seemed to finally complete itself.

“You will be home soon, my son, by my side.”

Luke’s eyes snapped open as the deep voice rattled in his bones, his cheek pressed against solid armour, as the familiar rasping sound filled his ears.

#welcome to 'cory experiences double dreams and has to write a shitty fic about it'#'i have to study' i say as i type up 1.5k fic #dreams au

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Just Rest

Summary: The reader is sick but is determined to stay in school and it takes her friends to get her to go home and her boyfriend, Luke, to actually relax.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none except maybe a little bit of over working and tickling

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Julie wasn't really paying attention to the world around her until she noticed her two best friends having a conversation at least 18 feet apart for some reason.

"No you are not going to your next class you're going home," Flynn argued.

"Flynn, I'm fine!" you yelled back. You wouldn't have chosen to yell, especially with how your throat was feeling; but Flynn wouldn't come within 12 feet of you.

You noticed Julie approaching and saw your moment to cry for help.

"Julie please tell Fl-" you had started to say but Flynn was quicker than you.

"Please tell y/n to go home because she's sick." She proudly crossed her arms at the fact that she beat you.

Julie turned to you with her eyebrows raised both from confusion but her lips quirked up.

"Y/n are you sick?" she asked, as she walked up to you.

"No, I just have a cold," you stated; though you could feel the congestion building in your head

"You look miserable," Julie commented.

"Right?!? That's what I said!" Flynn yelled.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Seriously, guys I'm fine."

Julie knew how stubborn you were but she was just as stubborn as you, and she was quick on her feet.

"If I check your forehead and it's warm, you are going home."

"Fine," you agreed.

Julie placed the back of her hand on the top of your forehead.

You mentally willed your forehead not to be warm.

She paused for a moment trying to decipher if it was warm.

"Flynn come here," Julie said.

"Oh nuh-uh I love her but I am not getting sick," Flynn quipped.

Julie bit down on a chuckle, "I'll put on hand sanitizer, I just can't tell if she's warm."

Flynn reluctantly let Julie touch her forehead before she walked over to you.

"Oh yep, you're definitely warm," she concluded.

"Okay yes, I do feel sick, but I have a math quiz next period," you admitted.

"Y/n the math quiz will be waiting for you when you get back, I swear," Flynn reassured you.

"But I need to-" you started.

"Y/n I will drag your ass out of this school; we need you on Friday for the gig so go home and rest. Please?"

To be honest you were exhausted and didn't have your usual resolve. So you agreed.

You walked into the main office, which confirmed you had a fever before driving yourself home.

When you got home you made yourself a warm cup of tea. It wasn't very good but it did make your throat feel better so it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. You changed into short sleeves and shorts in case you started getting heat flashes from your temperature. You then settled into bed to watch netflix for a bit. You couldn’t really decide what you wanted to watch but you ended up going for a baking show. After a few hours of lounging around you figured you had taken enough of a break and figured it was time to do some homework. You pulled out this week’s history homework as you started reading the chapter and answering questions. After a short while you saw that someone was trying to facetime you, you looked over to see it was Julia calling.

“Hey Jules how was school?” you asked.

“It was good. I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing,” she said as you watched her walk into the studio.

“I mean I’m still not feeling the best but I’ve been in my bed the past couple of hours.” You shifted the camera so you could lay down and still see your phone.

“Y/n?” Julie asked.

“Yeah?” you responded absentmindedly stoking your blanket.

“Did I just see the history homework for this week?”

You grimaced and sighed. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

Julie groaned, “Y/n first of all you are lucky I love you and secondly, do not make me send your boyfriend over there,” she threatened, in a halfway joking manner.

You saw her turn and speak and you knew that she had to be talking to one of the guys since you couldn’t see them through phones.

After a few seconds of mumbling Julie turned back around to face you. “Luke says he is more than happy to keep you company.” She tried to keep her face neutral but she had a certain amount of smugness that you couldn’t help but notice.

You looked in the general direction of where you assumed Luke to be. “It’s okay Luke, thank you, but I’m fine. I’m just going to finish this history homework and then I’ll be done,” you promised.

“Luke wants to know when that’s due,” she said, with a knowing look in her eyes.

You tightly pulled your lips in before mumbling that it was next Tuesday; suddenly you chose to become very interested with your pillows.

You didn’t see it but Julie had turned around to talk to the guys. “I didn’t want to have to do this but we need her for Friday and we can spare you today, so Luke, you’re up.”

In a second your very smug looking boyfriend was in your room. He promptly flopped onto your bed, and partially landed on top of you.

You winced slightly and a slight hiss of pain escaped your mouth, but it definitely let Julie know that he was there

“Okay great, since you are a ghost you won’t be able to catch what she has.”

“You got it Jules.” Luke agreed, but now she couldn’t hear him.

“I’m going to go practice, and Luke your job is to make sure she rests. Bye, love you two.”

“Bye love you too,” you said as she waved. You sat yourself slightly up to look at your boyfriend. You propped yourself up with your hands since you couldn’t currently move your legs since they were being layed on.

“How’s it going down there?” you asked.

“Good, your bed is really soft,” Luke commented as he buried his face into it.

You tried to pick up your homework quietly but Luke quickly caught on to what was happening and snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey!” You tried to snatch it back but Luke held it behind his back.

After several failed attempts at trying to get it back Luke cracked into a smile.

“When are you going to give up, y/l/n?” he asked, chuckling.

“When you give me my homework back, Patterson,” you retorted, trying to make another grab for your papers. As you reached up to grab it, you felt his hand tweak your side and you shot back down.

“I’m sick, so that’s not allowed.”

Luke pinned you in place with his eye contact. “Well then you are definitely not ‘allowed’ to be doing homework, especially when it’s due a week in advance.”

“But Luke-” you had started to say but Luke reached over and tasered your ribs.

You squeaked but you otherwise couldn’t move.

Luke got up to put your work back in your backpack before climbing back on top of your bed again.

He smirked over at you. “And if you try to touch it again, I will tickle you.”

You raised your hands in surrender.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” he said as he crawled over top of you and softly kissed your forehead.

He rolled over to your side and pulled you closer into him. You were ever so thankful when you and Julie figured out you could touch them, cuddling had practically become a pastime for you and Luke.

As you drew closer to him he wrapped his arms around your midsection. He asked if he could rub your back, which you said yes to, because you could never turn it down.

Luke stoked up and down your back, ever so lightly. You layed like this for minutes, both enjoying one another’s presence.

When he hit spot in between your shoulder blade and spine that made you melt further into him, he took pity on your weakened, sick state, and choose not to comment it,

“Do you still feel like you need to do your homework now?” he teased.

“Mhmm, maybe,” you sleepily said.

“Is that so?” he asked, though it most likely rhetorical as had moved one of his hands to lightly scribble at the back of your neck.

“Adachckk! Okhahah, nohohoh!” you giggled out.

“Mhmm, I think you might need some more convincing princess,” Luke mocked.

“Nohohoh!” you screeched; but your laughter was already starting to get wheezy and you were coughing, so Luke stopped.

He pulled the blankets tighter around the two of you, and pulled you in closer. “Goodnight gorgeous,” he whispered; and placed a tender kiss on your lips. Soon enough you were a mess of tangled limbs, but you were fast asleep in Luke’s arms.

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Hi, I was wondering if you can do an imagine where grayson and y/n are doing a bubble bath date?

this was supposed to be the most romantic and unforgettable night of your life. grayson worked his little butt off to surprise you with your ultimate dream date night- food, the nostalgic waves of your childhood on the beach where you grew up, a breathtaking sunset captivating the beaches of la and the love of your life by your side.

yet you were curled up in bed with the worse cramps and pains you had ever experienced. it seemed as though all your lifelong periods came at once, all the cramps and heavy bleeding conjoined and leaving you crippling pain. when you got your periods, you often suffered severely, however this month seemed to be a period like no other, coming at the worst possible time and ruining your evening.

you tried, you really did, to get yourself out of bed and to look presentable for grayson. you put on your best and most flattering outfit, one you felt confident and sexy in, hair and makeup done to perfection, even grayson had his whole outfit planned and ready to go- but mother nature had other ideas. you could barely make it three steps to the bathroom before the cramps kicked in and had your doubling over in agony.

when grayson walked in to the bedroom to see if you were nearly ready, a bright and loving smile on his features, he was automatically stopped in his tracks when he saw you clutching onto your abdomen and tears in your eyes that he hated to see. he started to rid himself off his restricted clothes, more than happy to undress and put his comfy clothes back on in order to take care of his girl. he knew exactly what you needed now more and ever, and he was determined to still shower you in the love and affection he had planned for your date night.

“hey, pretty girl. you doing okay?” grayson’s voice was below a whisper, crouching down to the side of your shared bed as he scratches his nails at your scalp. you instantly melt into the sensation he’s giving you, fluttering your eyes open to stare into his memorising yet highly concerned ones. he offers you a warm, comforting smile as you let out a groan in response, pulling the duvet closer to your chest in order to help protect yourself from the sudden breeze in the air.

grayson’s heart breaks, if there's ones thing he hates most in the world, its seeing you so fragile and in pain- but after dealing with this every month, he knew just how to help. pressings a gentle kiss to your forehead, he lifts himself up from the ground, brushing his knees off and making his way into the bathroom. your eyes were closed but you felt him leave, sinking yourself lower into the matters as you suddenly felt a pang of guilt for the ruined date night he worked so hard for.

grayson however, had long forgotten about the evening plans, his mind preoccupied with you and you alone, which has him running you a bubble bath. dipping his fingers and swelling them in the water to make sure the temperature is the perfect in between that he knows will have you sinking to the bottom of the tub in relief.

he lines and decorates the outside of the tub with self love and healing wakeheart candles, knowing it was the necessary engery you currently needed to be surrounded by. grayson opened your hamper of luscious bath goodies, pulling out a lavender scented bath bomb- lavender to help you unwind and relax- as well as a few muscle relief bath salts.

he attached his phone to the bathroom speaker, setting a low yet noticeable volume of the playlist he made for you one night on a spontaneous drive. a playlist full of love songs, songs that reminded him of you and songs he wanted you to hear. it was your comfort music and it added into the sincerity of the small gesture of having a bath together.

“baby,” grayson calls out for you. startling you awake as you had just managed to drift off to sleep and forget about the pain. but his voice sent shivers down your spine, the pet name had you melting to your knees and putty in his hands. it had you springing up out of bed and following his voice.

the trial leading you to the bathroom as you eyes took in the sight before you. grayson had undressed himself and was already in the tub waiting for you to join. the candles illuminating the green tiles and reflecting into his already trancing eyes. the smell of lavender filled your nostrils as adore you by miley cryus was echoing thought the speaker. your song.

“c’mere,” grayson makes grabby hands at you. a few bubbles spilling over the tub as his body was larger than the ceramic. he didn’t need to ask you twice before you were pulling off your clothes and dipping into the water in front of him, his arms automatically finding their home around your waist as he pulled you as close as possible into his body.

his lips pressed warm soft kisses along your shoulder bones, trialling up from there to the skin on your neck where you melted into his touch. a sweet spot grayson often used to his advantage. you basked in the warmth of the water and his body temperature. grayson was your own personal space heater at the best of times, but with the added heat from the tub and the candles close by, it instantly worked to cure your aches and pains.

“hmm,” you hum in content, sinking lower into the water as grayson’s hands get to work on your stomach, rubbing small circles over your skin in order to help comfort you- often drawing wonky love hearts as his silent display of affection. it seemed to be working as you felt your eyes flutter closed for the second time that evening, the most relaxed and at peace you felt in hours.

“thank you,” you voice cracks, breaking through the content atmosphere grayson created and broke through the soft tunes of cheesy love songs that made you count your lucky stars you were blessed with a man such as a grayson.

grayson draws you in closer, as if possible, kissing your temple as his hands never once let up working to soothe your cramps. the water slashing around between your tangled bodies, the smell of lavender helping to clear your airways. the bathroom mirror fogging up due to the steam and how long you had been lying together in bliss.

“for what?” grayson asked, staring down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. he stares at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the most precious being ever to grave the earth- his fallen angel. the fact you were both naked paid no mind in his thoughts, as he had never felt more connected with you, romantically and intimately in such a natural way.

“for taking care of me,” you sit up to face him, turning your whole body around untill you were sat crossed legged in front of him and gazed deep into his soul. your hands reach up to grab his jaw, just needing to touch him and feel his soft skin benathe your finger tips. droplets of water getting caught in his stubble as your delicate fingers rub along his sharpe bone structure, tracing every bump, scare and hair.

“you didnt have to do all this.”

“anything for my girl. s’wanna make sure you’re happy and healthy at all times, baby.”

you smile a genuine smile for the first time that day, brining grayson to hit against your chest, your boobs pressing up against his pecks, in order for you to brush your lips against his own. the temperature of the water turning luke warm, but there was enough heat between you both that your body was burning and the water felt boiling.

your lips meet grayson’s , a slow sensual kiss that had you puring all your love and emotions and gratitude for your soulmate. butterflies rose from your stomach to your chest as you kissed him, your heart skipping a beat and toes curling as your body reacted to the close proximity of the naked man who owned your heart.

“i love you.”

“not as much as i love you, baby.” grayson fell in love with you all over again. your messy hair tied up in a bun with baby hairs framing your face, a raw unedited version of yourself he adored. your eyes watching his every move, subconsciously pushing yourself closer to his body whenever the water pressure pulled you apart.

pulling away and whispering the affections words agasint his lips, your breath fanning over his face and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise- you had an intoxicating affect on him, one he was happt to display whenever he got the chance.

you keep grayson close, your period long forgotten about as you breathe in the air, a mixture of the scented candles and the frangence of grayson dolan. you felt like the luckiest woman alive, to be in his arms, in his safe heaven and his heart. bath times became a regular occurrence, monthly cycle or not, and it was one where the bond between you both only seemed to get stronger- more powerful and eternal.

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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What If...? V // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: 1995 was Sunset Curve’s big break in the music world with a successful future. Between 1995-2004 a handful of things happen: Playing the Orpheum, the band buying a house, a car accident, a reconciliation, an engagement, a wedding and children. All things that potentially may have not happened had the boys continued to eating sketchy hot dogs from a car.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, labour, minor angst and a bunch of fluff.

Words: 3.1k

Requested: By @beautifulblogsblog. The last part of your request 🥺😭

A/N: Wow. The last part in the What If…? Mini series is here. This was incredibly fun to write and while I wrote the last two parts I played a few covers and rewrites of Unsaid Emily. This is the first finished series. I’ll also let everyone know that there will be a part three for Lost Time.

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Hospital Maternity Room #284, 1999

“Have a child, they said. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing they said. I can confirm that asshole that said that had a dick.” You hissed from the hospital bed. A contraction contracting your midsection.

Nancy Y/L/N and Emily Patterson took up residence in the chairs on either side of Y/N Patterson in the afternoon of 1999. Nancy had been using the previous months making a scrapbook for the baby; the first bit with copies of photos from Luke and your baby stages. The rest would be the first year of your baby’s life.

“Would you like some ice chips?” Emily asked focused on knitting the baby hat for her impending grandchild.

Mitch and Lance each had made themselves scarce from the hospital in favour of working leaving the women alone.

“I’d like your son to be here to kick his ass.” Your eye twitched at the thought of your husband currently on an airplane. Sunset Curve had gone on a three-day interview marathon to the dislike of your friends and family.

Sunset Curve really needs to fire their manager with little respect for his charges’ lives. Especially the lead singer’s first child. Luke had no clue you had gone into labour.

“Your father had words with Jerry for his meddling.” Nancy told her daughter glancing up at the strained smile through another contraction, “I’m sure Jerry thought the controversy of Luke not making the birth would be perfect for publicity.”

“I swear I will strangle Jerry if Luke isn’t here. I will pulverize the son of a bitch.” You hissed relaxing against the white sheets in the private suite. The mothers had been constants in the room while Rose, the pianist from the wedding, had visited briefly.

Rose and the photographer Ray had hit it off so well they had entered a relationship that then blossomed a friendship with you. The couple had become dear friends in the last few months.

“Okay Y/N, we’re gonna check your progress.” The doctor spoke swiftly tugging the disposable medical gloves on his hands. Two nurses worked with him. Your eyes pinned to the ceiling during the short examination.

“We’ve hit ten centimetres.” The doctor announced pushing the wheeled stool away to study your expressions, “Do you have your partner here?”

The tears built up as it settled that Luke might miss the birth of his first child when he had been so excited about it. He had bought and read more pregnancy books than you he had been talking with his father on how he could support you. He took classes with his mom on how to change a diaper, check the temperature of the bottle and methods for colic and diaper rashes.

Overwhelmed the feeling of two pairs of hands comforted you with the reminder that while Luke wasn’t there, you still had support. The baby would be born with both his grandmothers in the room. It was as best as it could be.

In a fast pace, you then found yourself with your legs in the stirrups with a stranger, albeit a doctor, staring at your vagina. It was uncomfortable, but it faded when the pain really began.

“Okay I want you to push from 1-10.” The doctor soothed, “Good job.”

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Nancy told you, leading Emily to open her mouth. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance.

“I’m here!” Luke exclaimed rushing into the room, “Your dad was-“

Why was it unfortunate that Emily didn’t speak? Well, Luke unprepared caught sight of your exposed lower half. He promptly fainted with a thud to the floor.

“Are you serious?!” You yelled glaring at the puddle of your husband out cold with one of the nurses waving a package under his nose.

The smelling salt pack under Luke’s nose, bringing him back to consciousness, “Oh, boy. I fainted.”

“It happens more often than you would think.” The nurse told the young man while you focused on another push.

By the time the contraction ended, Luke had taken his mother’s place in holding your hand with encouraging words dripping off his tongue.

“This is the only child we’re having.” You hissed at the musician who continued to pale with a perfect view of the birthing in a reflection, “If you faint again I will…ARG”

A beautiful cry filled the room to the relief of baby Patterson’s parents bringing both of them to cry as well. Baby Patterson was scooped away to the corner of the room for a checkup and weight while the doctor inspected you. Time felt unreal as it passed quickly.

Baby Patterson was wiped clean as you delivered the placenta, got cleaned up with a sheet change and began to rest. Baby hairs plastered against your forehead you cooed at the swaddled form of your baby.

“So beautiful.” Luke whispered, unaware of his mother taking pictures with the lessons Ray had given her. The baby’s mouth opened with a gurgle that caused your heart to grow, “I’ll go let the boys know.”

Mesmerized by the baby, Luke made his way to the family waiting room on the maternity ward where it was packed. Opening the door, he counted Reggie, Bobby, Alex, Alex’s boyfriend Willie, your father Lance and Luke’s father. In the corner, Rose and Ray huddled together.

“Well?” Alex anxiously questioned picking at his cuticles, anxious for any news. His blue eyes begging his best friend for answers.

“Y/N is doing fine. The birth was smooth, and baby Patterson is healthy.” Luke proudly announced, placing his hands on the hem of his purple long sleeve shirt.

The room went silent before Mitch spoke, “So, do I have a granddaughter or a grandson?”

From the moment she was born, Stevie Eleanor Patterson had her father tied around her finger with her daddy’s matching hazel gaze. Lips like yours and a nose still unsure of but the nine-month-old was absolutely gorgeous with her short brown hair already curling. Of course, you could be biased as she was all yours.

Stevie wouldn’t settle without rock music of her father singing songs, but she did sleep through the night since day one. That didn’t mean she’d continue to sleep through the night, regression of sleep was tale your mother told about you as a baby.

“Hello sweet baby girl.” You whispered gently rocking the baby back to sleep mesmerized by the perfect combination of you and Luke, “So sleepy from feeding hmm?”

Stevie was heavy with the only complication being the minor tongue tie that was resolved increasing her feed. Stevie had such an appetite you had to compensate with formula to a degree, and you were sure the appetite was all Luke.

“Hey sweetheart.” Luke murmured from the door of Stevie’s bedroom wearing his Rush cutoff shirt and his staple black jeans.

The now twenty-year-old man had transitioned smoothly into fatherhood with the support of his best friends and family. Emily and Nancy had alternated staying in the guest room to help in the first month; the birth had been easy, but recovery had been at a near standstill.

“Hey!” You spoke as Stevie reacted to Luke’s voice, “I thought you said you would be late?”

Luke’s lips turned up at your words, “It looked that way, but Tom sent us home. God, I wish we had him from the first instead of Jerry.”

Both noses of the couple scrunched at the insensitive former manager that had both hit on you and insulted you when started showing with the pregnancy. The minute they could the band fired the man and found a saviour in Tom. Tom had left his previous employment with some magician with a name like Conner or something. The magician was narcissistic truthfully and had a slight obsession with the occult and death.

“Perfect. I need a shower.” You sighed shuffling Stevie into Luke’s warm embrace staring at the daddy-daughter duo.

“Have a bath. Relax babe. I got it.” Luke cooed, staring at his baby daughter’s bright gaze and dimpled smile.

Luke couldn’t believe how blessed he had been in falling in love with someone like you and receiving a gift. The gift being a father to the most beautiful angel in the world with the name Stevie.

“Love you!” You called over hastily make a flee for the master bathroom with the large tub before Stevie objected.

How lucky were you to have a husband like Luke?

Malibu, Patterson home, 2004

Luke, Reggie, Bobby and Alex, better known as Sunset Curve, had become legendary in the music world after their 1995 headliner debut at the Orpheum. In the nine years since the esteemed performance Sunset Curve had released two studio albums and toured four times. With the good times came the bad times as well.

Bobby Willis had decided he wanted to pursue a solo career creating a cavern between all four boys. He would change his name to Trevor Wilson at the suggestion of his label. He had little traction with his songs.

“Daddy!” Squealed, the three old little brunette girl ran through the modest-sized mansion to the man at the door, “I missed you!”

Luke, having memorized the routine, had already left his bag on the ground as his five-year-old daughter launched herself into his arms. Stevie had kept the hazel eyes with the chocolate coloured wavy hair. You could see yourself with her nose, chin, mouth and ears, but the rest is all Luke.

“Bug, you saw Daddy this morning.” You spoke, bringing Luke’s attention to the woman leaning against the wall. Luke’s heart fluttered, taking in the vision of his wife, who inspired so many songs.

Luke’s lips separated to reveal that perfect smile that stilled made your stomach flutter as it had since you were both fifteen. His hazel eyes glanced from your face to the one-year-old on your hip with his eyes closed. Little lips opened with quiet snores.

Hudson Jude was born in December of 2002 thankfully while Sunset Curve was on a break allowing Luke to be there. Hud was a near replica of you with the same eyes as his older sister and father. His infectious personality mimicking his uncle Reggie.

Mitch and Emily’s House May 2002

Last night had been incredible to Luke Patterson as Sunset Curve stood on the stadium stage as the sold-out crowd cheered as the song came to an end. ‘Now or Never’ had a special spot in the band’s hearts as they believed it had been the spark of interest from record execs back in ’95. Luke’s blue electric hung behind him as his best friends, his brothers, came to the edge with him. Grins splitting their faces the four boys grabbed hands and bowed to the audience.

“Thank you so much for coming out!” Luke’s voice reached every corner of the stadium drinking in the cheering and the signs in the crowd. And it felt like just yesterday they played the Orpheum before they hit it big.

The screams growing as Reggie’s winked in the direction of a group of girls, but Luke’s drifted to the VIP section. You stood with Stevie wearing the special headphones to protect her hearing. Her tiny hands clapping as her eyes wandered the large number of people.

The next morning, right now, he was in the living room with his parents, in-laws, his wife and daughter. So much had changed for the vocalist from fleeing this very house to returning to make amends. Now he watched his daughter playing with the toys Emily had found in the attic from Luke’s childhood.

“Hey I got you a gift.” You whispered to the man leaning against your legs on the floor. You sat seated on the couch while the other adults spoke.

“A gift? What for?” Luke questioned leaning to rest his head on your lap. His eyes found the little box you had hidden behind a pillow.

It was small and unassuming to the group in the living room. Luke’s fingers pulled the bow apart before the lid came off. Nestled in the velvet five guitars were. Taking one, Luke read the engraving.

“New Sunset Curve member: Coming December 2002.” Luke whispered blinking as he flipped it to see, “Daddy’s new music buddy.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, “The other ones are for the boys. The back has their names on it.”

“We’re having another baby?” Luke softly asked, turning to face you completely. His eyes wonder-filled at the news, “Oh my gosh!”

“I know. I’m about two months pregnant at this point.” You murmured back cupping his cheeks with the stubble he hadn’t shaved yet. Tears filling both his and your eyes, “With how busy the tour was I lost track of my periods.”

“Oh my gosh. Can I tell them?” Luke pleaded on his knees, bringing the attention of both your parents. Stevie was still so enthralled by her toys she didn’t catch any words..

“Go ahead.” You smiled at the excited man. Facing the other side of the room, Luke nestled into your side on the couch..

Hand pressing on your flat tummy he grinned, “Stevie’s gonna be a big sister.”

Luke was so excited when his second child was born, he was thrilled at having a son; he would have been just as excited for a girl. He had a son and a daughter he loved with everything in him. He collaborated with Lance on a song for his own children just as Lance had.

“Hi Hud,” Luke spoke, stepping close to kiss his son’s sleeping head nestled in your neck, “How’s my gorgeous wife today.”

“Tired. Hud is breaking a new tooth, but Stevie’s been better today. She missed her uncle Alex.” You spoke, looking at your little girl.

Stevie had become Alex’s shadow with the man even buying her a toy drumset for her fifth birthday. Alex and Willie had been away the past two weeks for a honeymoon; they legally couldn’t marry, but that didn’t stop them from having a dedication ceremony. The minute the law changed, you had no doubt Willie and Alex would find their way to a courthouse.

“We all miss Alex.” Luke sighed, “I hope he finds beach sand for the next year, there’s only so much I can take of Reggie. Bobby, Trevor came to the studio today. His sales have dropped, and his label dropped him.”

“He wants to come back?”

“To be fair he never really left the band. He went solo.” Luke admitted, “It’s hard to trust him after he took ‘Get Lost’ from us. At least he didn’t take ‘My Name is Luke’ from us.”

Your hand pushed up the hair hanging in his eyes below the orange beanie that had been a staple outfit piece for years now. Fronts pushed together, Luke kissed you for the first time today other than the quick peck as he left this morning. Hudson had a lousy sleep that left Luke staying up most the night with him.

“At the end of the day, it comes down to Reggie, Alex and you to make that decision. He’s never been a bad person, but maybe he felt like he wasn’t important. How many songs did he write?” You questioned your husband tentatively speaking to not spark his passionate anger.

You saw the annoyance in the crinkle of his nose and his eyebrows almost touching, but it didn’t take from the love in his eyes. With a sigh, he shifted Hudson to his embrace, tugging you to the spacious living room.

“If you look at it outside the band you have Stevie, Hudson and me. You have a family. Alex and Willie are connected at the hip. Reggie is with the band, volunteering at the kids centre, or with Ray.” It seemed it shifted something in Luke. His shoulders relaxed.

“The last few years have been pretty hectic.” Luke admitted watching as Stevie danced to the rock playing on the radio. Her little arms moving as if she was drumming.

Hudson shifted on Luke’s lap as you nestled into his side, watching the little loves you created with soft expressions. Stevie’s bright grin lighting up the room better than the natural light from the windows. The innocence she carried deep in her soul it felt like everything clicked into place.

“Daddy! Watch me!” Stevie giggled jumping as the song changed to Bittersweet by her grandfather Lance. The same song that played in the car accident back in ’96 that had a new meaning with having your own children.

It took a long time before Lance was able to pick up the guitar and perform; his lingering pain in his arm the cause. It took a few surgeries and physiotherapy along with relearning how to play before he performed Bittersweet. Lance performed for the first time live in your hospital room to his first grandchild.

“Whoo Stevie!” Reggie called from the front of the house. Behind him, Alex and Willie joined the same family.

“UNCLE ALEX!” Stevie shouted sprinting towards the tall blonde already crouching for the little girl.

The bond between Stevie and Alex was by far the cutest thing you had ever seen with how Stevie looked up at him. Alex would be the first to suggest tea parties and painting each other’s nails with newspaper for any spills. There wasn’t a better role model for Stevie to love. The bond was reminiscent of Uncle Jesse and Michelle from Full House.

“Ellie!” Alex shouted back swinging the little girl in his hug calling his unique nickname for her. He had taken to shortening her middle name; he really didn’t like when anyone else said it.

Peering over the pink sweater Stevie caught sight of Willie in the door, “Ready Uncle Alex?”

At Alex’s confusion, Stevie wandered over to the skater smiling at the sight of his partner with the little girl. Willie’s brow furrowed as the girl came over to him uncharacteristically.

“Hi.” Stevie spoke, playing with her little fingers, “How was your trip, Uncle Willie?”

A small gasp from both Willie and Alex at the new title given that Stevie was shy with the skater. Stevie had been very excited for her uncle to come back from the honeymoon so she could surprise them.

“What?”

“You married Uncle Alex. That means you’re my uncle now too. Can I call you that?” Stevie’s brows furrowed concentrating on the man with tears in his eyes. The room was silent at Willie collected himself.

“I’d love that Squirt.” Willie choked out when her little arms wrapped around his shoulders, “Learn any new tricks on the drums?”

“Not really! But I lost a tooth!” Stevie excitedly spoke dancing on the balls of her little feet in the kid-sized black vans.

“Oh! Ray wanted me to pass on that he and Rose are pregnant! Baby is a girl due next year.” Reggie gasped, remembering the announcement from lunch at the Molina house, “Ray’s pretty sure they’ll name her Julie.”

The little Patterson girl eagerly informed her uncles on everything that had happened since the dedication ceremony with Willie and Alex. Even the twenty-four hours since she saw Uncle Reggie before breaking out into the dance moves from her dance classes. Hudson now toddling after his older sister with a smile on his little face.

A twist of expressions appeased on the members of Sunset Curve at the same time spoke together. All thinking of a distant vision of a Puerto Rican girl with a blurry face and gorgeous voice.

“Julie Molina? I feel like I know that name?”

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fockfjdkfncnfn · 3 years

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Quite the ride | Luke Hemmings smut

summary: it’s a normal day and you didn’t have much plans except for dropping off some overdue books at the library. on the way, you decide to stop by at a cafe and you meet Luke there for the first time. you hit it off really well and on a cute date with him to a carnival and then things escalate.

warnings: unprotected sex, sex on the first date, oral uhmmm yeaaaa

requested: YES!! this is my first request from one of my friends i’ve just made here on tumblr! <3 their @ is @lukeshemmo. they write too so go check their stuff out!

word count: 3125

A/N: hiii!! thank y’all so much for 36 notes on my first smut!!!! i was really shocked to see so many people had read it and liked and tevloghed and stuff so thank you so much and i hope you enjoy this one <3 remember, requests are open to feel free to leave some!

ps. the book/cafe names i used in this are random ones that i just found in google lolol okay enjoy!

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It was a chilly winter morning and you were woken up by the sounds of your bed creaking as you were rolling over. You fluttered your eyes open and looked out the window to see the frost on the corners of your windows and the slightest bit of sunlight shining through the tree branches outside. “So cold” you whispered to yourself as you reached your arm out from under your warm blanket to grab your phone. as you took the charger out from your phone, you saw the screen light up, showing a reminder you had set for yourself the night before so that you could see it first thing in the morning. “Return books to the library,” it said. annoyed, you groaned and set your phone down beside you. You secretly wanted to stay in bed all day because of how chilly it was, but you knew that if you didn’t take the books back today you’d have to pay for it.

With that thought in mind, you sat up and stretched your arms above your head and planted your feet on your cold hardwood floors, and made your way into the kitchen. You wanted to have a quick and simple breakfast since you weren’t feeling too hungry, so you settled on a bowl of cereal.

you grabbed out a white bowl and poured your cereal and milk into it, thinking about what else you could do for the rest of the day after returning the books. You sat down at your kitchen island and started to eat. as you were eating, you scrolled through Instagram on your phone and an ad caught your attention.

“Groundup cafe! grand opening happening today downtown! Come visit and enjoy some fresh, deliciously made coffee”

“That sounds interesting,” you thought to yourself as you ate another spoonful of cereal. You did some more research to see where the cafe was located and noticed that it was only a couple of minutes away from the library you were going to. “Maybe I’ll go after'' you thought to yourself as you finished the last of your cereal and put the bowl in the sink.

You made your way into the bathroom and took a quick shower and brushed your teeth. You wrapped your hair up in a towel and one around your body then walked out to go to your closet. “Hmm what should I wear?’ You thought to yourself. Outside it was lightly snowing, so you decided that layering up would be a good idea. You decided to wear some cream white corduroy jeans, a black turtleneck and a short black puffer jacket with some high top docs. For makeup, you didn’t wanna go too heavy since it was a cold snowy day, so you just did some foundation and mascara. To finish the look off, you dipped your ring finger into a pot of tinted pink lip balm and spread it across your lips to give them some life, and used the residue left on your finger to spread on your cheeks to bring some color back into your face. You dried your hair and curled it, put on some earrings and you headed out the door with a tote bag that had the books in it.

Since the cafe was on the way to the library, you decided to stop by there first and maybe get a drink since your hands were numb from the cold wind.

When you arrived, you put your hand out to grab the cold copper door handle and pushed it to make your way in.

You were greeted with the smell of coffee and the sound of people talking amongst themselves, not to mention the noticeable temperature change in the atmosphere which was comforting. You went up to the counter and looked up to see what drinks they had on the menu. Your thoughts were interrupted when the barista started talking to you.

“Hi! What can I get ya?” They said with a cheery smile on their face.

You shifted your eyes slightly down to meet theirs and as you opened your mouth to respond, you suddenly got pushed, and then you felt hot coffee run down the arm of your jacket. “Fuck” you said with an annoyed tone. as you tried to use your other arm to wipe the coffee off of yourself, You looked up to see who had rudely bumped into you, but your rage quickly melted away when you were met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes.

“I am so sorry,” he says with a sense of urgency in his voice. “I didn’t mean to, the person behind me was in a rush so I tried to move out the way and I accidentally bumped into you, let me go get some napkins for you and I'll buy you your drink,” he said as he quickly turned to get some napkins.

as he was walking away, you couldn’t help but notice his beautiful golden curls and also how tall he was which was one of your biggest turn-ons. confused at what had just happened, you quickly turn to the barista and say “I’ll just have a peppermint mocha please” with a soft smile and you sit down at the nearest table.

You see him walk towards you, drink and napkins in hand and a look of remorse on his face.

“I am so sorry for what happened back there,” he says as he gently places the drink in front of you and hands you the napkins. “Are you okay?” He asks

“Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you” you say as you take the napkins from his hands and try to wipe the already dried coffee off of your sleeve.

For a second it got a bit awkward because he was just standing there, but he gave you a little smile and glanced over to your bag which was open, putting on display the books you had in there.

“Is that the east of Eden??” He says as his face lights up with excitement

“Yea!!” You respond smiling and looking up at him.

He quickly sits down at the empty chair across from you and you both start talking about the book. He asks questions like “what's your favorite chapter?”, “who’s your favorite character?”, “do you like the ending?” And before you could even catch each other's names, you both noticed that the cafe which was full when you first arrived was now empty, the only other people occupying the space being the workers cleaning up the machines and floors.

“Woah, I didn’t even realize we had been talking for so long!” You say as you glance down at your phone to see the time.

“Yeah me too” says with a soft laugh.

“What was your name by the way?” He says, looking at you with his bright blue eyes

“Oh, its y/n” you say with a smile

“Well, I'm Luke,” he says, playfully offering a hand out to you for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, beautiful”

After those words fell from his lips, you could feel butterflies swarming your stomach and blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you,” you say giggling, taking his hand, and shaking it.

His grip was strong but caring. You knew that it was crazy to feel such a strong connection to a person you had met only a couple of hours ago but when the workers informed you both that they were closing, you just didn’t want to leave.

As you grabbed your bag and now empty coffee cup he stood up and asked,

“What are you doing tonight?’

It was like he read your mind and felt the connection too

“Nothing” you quickly blurt out

“There's this carnival happening tonight just across town, would you maybe want to go?” He said hesitantly with a shaky voice

“I'd love to!” you say, smiling up at him.

You both walk out of the cafe and he leads you to his car. As you were approaching his it, you saw the library that you needed to go to. The whole reason why you left your house in the first place, but this was much more important, you thought to yourself.

You hopped in his car and he drove the both of you to the carnival. It was dark now, still cold but not as windy and it wasn’t snowing anymore. You saw bright flashing neon lights, children running around with their families, and young couples going on their first dates. “what the hell am I doing,” you thought to yourself for a brief second. When he hopped out of the car, you watched as he made his way around to your side to open the door for you. As he did, you took the few seconds you had to yourself to process what was happening. You planned to go to the library today, met some random stranger who spilled coffee on you and now you’re going on a kinda date with him to this random carnival. “But how could I turn this down?” you thought to yourself “he’s my ideal type. I mean, he’s tall, handsome, has the most hair, we talked non stop for like four hours, it's hard to find a connection like that with anyo-'' your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the car door opening.

“The carnival awaits” he says holding the door for you and offering you a hand to help you get out

“Thank you,” you say giggling, taking his hand, and stepping out of the car.

The whole night was filled with laughter and youth as you both chaotically ran around the carnival like little kids and going on ride after ride. The connection between the two of you became stronger despite how little time you really had spent with each other. Everything was starting to quiet down and you both decided to finish the night off by going on the Ferris wheel. While waiting in the line, Luke turned to you and rest his hand on your shoulder

“I'll be back, I'm just gonna.. go to the bathroom” he said in a suspicious tone, a grin displayed on his face.

You didn’t think much of it and just waited in line till he got back. You had your hands behind your back, rocking back and forth from heel to toe smiling out of pure joy. You hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.

When it was finally your turn to go on this Ferris wheel, Luke just got back in time and you both hopped in and looked at the sky as it started moving, bringing you both closer to the stars.

“I had a really great night tonight,” Luke says with a soft smile.

“Me too” you say, returning the gratitude.

You felt the butterflies emerge again as the ride stopped. you were now both at the top of the Ferris wheel and looking into each other's eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks with a soft and gentle tone

Without any thought, you leaned in to connect your lips to his and as they did, you felt sparks going off in your heart. your hands gently cupped his jaw as his hands gently wrapped around your waist. as you break away from the kiss, you both look at each other for a second and giggle.

“This is crazy” you say giggling, still cupping his face

“I know,” he says laughing. He looks down and away for a second and his eyes shoot back up at you.

“Would you possibly wanna come to my place?” He asks, looking at you with the eyes of a puppy

“Sure” you say softly, smiling.

The Ferris wheel eventually started moving again and you slowly felt the grass under your feet again. He helps you out and instead of letting your hand go, he keeps it there, and your fingers intertwine.

“Wait, before we go,” he says. “I have a surprise for you”

Confused, you look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “A surprise?’ You say.

He unties his fingers from yours and reaches around his back and pulls out a rose.

“For you” he says

You look at him, mouth slightly open realizing that when he was going to the “bathroom” he was really going to go buy you a rose. You stood there saying nothing because of how sweet this gesture was. He playfully turns around to see the flashing colourful lights.

“The lights are interesting than this flower?” He says jokingly

you laugh. “No!! I just, this is so sweet” you say. “Thank you” you say quietly as you take the rose from him.

“Of course y/n'' he says. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. It just sounded right.

When you finally leave the carnival and make it to his house, he opens the door and moves aside so that you can walk in first. His house felt warm and welcoming, despite the fact that you had never been there before.

“This is my home!” He says smiling as he shuts the door behind him.

“It's beautiful” you say in admiration, looking around.

“Not as much as you” he says as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips crashed onto yours and your hands wandered around his broad back. As you were making out, he picked you up so that your legs were wrapped around him and you giggled into the kiss as he carried you to his bedroom. Once he was there, he set you down gently onto his bed, using his arms to support you on the way down, and kissed your forehead once you had landed.

“Is it okay if I take your shirt off?” He asked with a soft and loving voice

“Of course” you say smiling, knowing what was about the unfold

He started kissing your neck and making his way down to your breasts and you quickly unhooked your bra and tossed it to the side. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple while his hand cupped the other. You let out a small whimper at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. You felt his other hands move from your waist slowly down to your core, stopping just above your pussy as if to ask for permission. He looked down to see where his hand was and looked back up at you. you nodded, letting him know that this was something that you were okay with.

He moved down so that his face was now in-between your legs and he unbuttoned your pants. You bucked your hips to help him pull them down along with your underwear, leaving you now completely exposed.

“God you’re so beautiful” he whispered before diving in to eat you out

Your breath hitched as you felt his lips wrap around your clit and his tongue swirl around, making you become even wetter for him.

“Ugh, right there” you moaned out as you tangled your fingers through his hair and moved your hips to match his movements. He moaned into you, making you feel the vibrations.

He inserted a finger into you making you squirm in pleasure.

“Fuck” you say as he pumps in and out of you.

“I'm close” you say as you throw your head back onto the sheets.

After he hears that, he stops, and before you can complain, he crashes his lips onto yours, forcing you to taste yourself. He moaned as he rubbed his bulge against your body.

“You're such a tease,” you say with a grin as he breaks away from the kiss.

he giggles and quickly takes off his shirt, along with his jeans and boxers exposing his length that was extremely hard.

“Need a little help with that?” You say as you stand up and go on your tippy-toes to kiss him. You loved how tall he was compared to you. you watch as he sits down on the bed and you situate yourself between his legs and get on your knees. You lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip and he lets out a moan which makes you want him so bad.

“Fuck it, just get on top of me” he says, lust-filled in his eyes as he looks at you with a hungry expression.

You’re quick to follow his orders and stand up and get on the bed, your knees now on either side of his body.

you lower yourself onto his length and you both moan out in pleasure. You start rocking back and forth feeling him inside of you.

“Fuck y/n yes, don’t stop” Luke moans as he grabs your hips to help you move with him.

“Holy fuck” you moan out as you continue to move your hips faster. You start to lean forward, placing your hands on his chest and he bucks his hips up and down to pump into you.

“Oh my god Luke” you moan shakily as he roughly thrusts into you, getting the perfect angle to hit your g spot.

“Rub your clit for me baby” he moans and you do as you're told.

The feeling starts to become overwhelming and you could feel your walls tightening around him. you felt your high coming and you knew that you were close.

“I'm close Luke” you moan out breathlessly as you continue to rub your clit and feel Lukes long and thick length pump in and out of you.

“Just hold on a little longer” he moaned out as he started to thrust into you even faster.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back and flipped you over and pounded into you

“Fuck Luke” you moaned with each thrust. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips.

“I can’t hold on much longer” you barely manage to say as you were trying not to cum before him

“Cum with me beautiful”

That's all it took for you to let go. You moaned out his name, making it echo in the room. He came with you moaning out in pleasure and satisfaction. He sloppily thrust into you so that you could both ride out your highs and then flopped down next to you.

Once you caught your breath, you turned to see his beautiful face and you reached your hand out to move a curl out of his face so that you could get a better view.

“Out of all the rides we went on today, you were the best” you say giggling into his neck

“It definitely was quite the ride” he says as he wrapped you in his arms.

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 3 years

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Ok so I have another prompt 😆 but it’s really short so you can let your imagination go wherever! As long as the main point of the story isn’t lost!

“So Sam and Bucky try to take a shower together for the first time but Bucky says the water is too cold, then Bucky says the water is too hot! Sam starts to think that Bucky is just nervous. “

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Warnings: Shower Sex

18+ Content! Minors Do Not Interact Please!

Morning Showers

Sam was up early. He was always up early. Much earlier than Bucky. Bucky liked to sleep. He slept better during the day usually, he was maybe the biggest night owl Sam had ever met. But on weekends, the weekends Sam wasn't busy with Cap stuff, he'd get up early and help Sam make breakfast after his morning run.

Sam tugged his shorts and tank top on and leaned back over their bed, his fingers moving through Bucky's hair as he knelt on the bed next to him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"I'm heading out Buck." He whispers, not wanting to pull Bucky completely out of sleep.

"Mmkay." Bucky mumbles, his brow furrowing as he snuggles deeper into the pillow, Sam smiles at him and rubs his thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead, soothing the skin until Bucky's face relaxes again.

"Ya know when I get back... we could try that thing we talked about the other night." Sam said quietly, leaning on his elbow as he watched Bucky, the wrinkles on his forhead appearing again.

"Wah thin?" He mumbles into the pillow, his eyes staying closed.

"The showering together thing." Sam says easily, effectively petting Bucky now, trying to smooth down Bucky's sleep spiked hair.

"You remember that right?" Sam asks, moving his fingers down Bucky's neck, he smiles when he watches him shiver. Bucky nods slowly against the pillow.

"You wanna try that when I get back?" Sam asks, leaning closer again, his nose moving against Bucky's ear.

"Mhmm." Bucky hums, his fingers curling around the edge of his pillow, pulling it closer.

"Okay. I'll be back in about an hour. I'll get you up when I get back." He whispers, presses a kiss to Bucky's temple and rolls back out of bed.

"Mkay." He hears, faintly, behind him. He tugs his shoes on, ties the laces, and heads out the door, smile on his face.

He's covered in sweat when he gets back. He tugs his shirt off as he walks in the door, tosses it into the hamper and smiles at Bucky. He's on his back now, propped up in bed, reading the paper. He stands there, staring, because he can.

"Ya know, you have a serious staring problem." Bucky says, not looking up from the paper. Sam snorts and kicks his shoes off, placing them neatly next to his dresser before tugging his shorts down, he hears the newspaper rustle behind him as he tugs his underwear off as well. He looks over his shoulder at Bucky but he's back behind the newspaper, like he hadn't been peeking.

"We doin this or what old man?" Sam calls, walking into the bathroom, smiling at the towel Bucky had set on the vanity for him while he'd been gone.

"I'm sorry? Doing what exactly?" Bucky's voice calls from the bed. Sam stops, peeks back into the room.

"Showering?" Sam says slowly, Bucky's eyebrows jump on his forhead before he frowns.

"Did we... say we were?" He asks, lowering the paper onto his lap slowly. Sam sighs a laugh and shakes his head. He should have known better than to ask Bucky while he was still in bed.

"Yes. Before I left I asked if you wanted to shower with me when I got back." Sam explained, stepping back into the bedroom, fighting a smirk as Bucky fought to keep his eyes on Sam's face.

"And I... I agreed to this?" He asked, folding the paper over once.

"You did." Sam said, nodding, smiling when Bucky still wouldn't look at him, his eyes wandering around the room.

"Right. Okay. Yeah." He said, sounding...the opposite of enthusiastic.

"You don't have to Buck." Sam said, watching Bucky toss the paper aside.

"No no. I said I would. So I will." He said, tossing the sheets off himself and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself to his feet.

"I'll be in there in a sec." He said, waving Sam away with a small smile. Sam narrowed his eyes but moved back into the bathroom, stepping into the shower and getting the water running. He let it roll over his shoulders as he adjusted the heat, smiling when he heard Bucky step in behind him. He turned to look at Bucky and stopped in his tracks, he was covering himself, both hands between his legs. Sam looked at him for a moment.

"You... know I've seen your dick before right? Like... several times." Sam said, his eyes moving to Bucky's face, smiling at him.

"Yes. I know that." Bucky huffed, his eyes still moving fast, refusing to stay on Sam.

"What's-"

"Christ! Is that how hot you have the water when you shower?" Bucky asks, cutting him off, pressing himself against the back wall. Sam holds his hand out, the water is luke warm, at best. He rolls his eyes but turns the nob until the water is chilly, goosebumps scattering across his skin. He reaches for Bucky slowly.

"That better?" He asks, fingers curling around Bucky's wrist and pulling him forward a bit. Sam licks his lips as Bucky finally looks at him, his eyes wide. Bucky nods, lets Sam pull him closer and then he's gone again with a small yelp. Sam watches him grimace when his shoudler blades slam into the wall of the shower.

"It's too cold." He says quietly. Looking at the ground. Sam turns the nob again, making it warmer. And then he stands there, under the water, looking at Bucky.

He's covering himself again, sunk back against the wall. And he's... is that blush? Sam bites his lip. Bucky is blushing. Badly. His cheeks down to his shoulders are pink, and his eyes are glued to the floor of the shower. Sam's stomach flutters, that was cuz of him. They'd been sleeping together for months now and here Bucky was, blushing and shying away from him.

"Bucky Barnes," Sam says, teasing,

"Are you nervous?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Bucky's eyes snap to him.

"What? No!" He said, already too defensive. Sam smiled.

"You sure? Cuz you're hidin over in that corner like a bashful school boy." Sam teased, biting his lip again.

"I'm not hiding. If you'd put the water at a normal, human, temperature! I'd come over there." He argued, shifting from foot to foot as the color in his cheeks darkened. Sam moved closer, his hands going to Bucky's hips, thumbs soothing him when he flinched at the touch.

"It's okay to be nervous." Sam said.

"I'm not nervous. And even if I was, which I'm not, I know... that it's okay. I know that." He said, his voice quiet as he looked at Sam defiantly. Sam nodded, narrowing his eyes, unbelieving.

"Okay. Then why are you still hiding from me?" Sam whispered, pressing closer, his forhead resting on Bucky's.

"I- I'm not." Bucky stammered, and Sam could see he was shaking. He pulled back and moved his hands to Bucky's neck, his thumbs resting on his jaw.

"You are. What's goin on?" He asked, brow furrowing. Bucky was avoiding his eyes again. Sam tilted his head, forcing himself into Bucky's eyeline.

"I've never done this." Bucky says, barely above a whisper.

"Done what?" Sam asks, feeling a bit dumb as soon as the question leaves his mouth. Bucky sighs heavily and looks at him. Finally.

"This. The whole...showering together, thing. We didn't do that, back then. Not like this. I mean group showering in the army was... not this." He says, his hand going between them for emphasis.

"It's just... I don't know what I'm doing, okay? Sex I can do. That's... normal? This just seems...different. And...wet. It's very wet." he finished lamely, looking at Sam with a sad sort of grimace. Sam shook his head and smiled at him.

"Come here." He pulled Bucky close, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, kissing Bucky's shoulder when he felt his arms wrap around his waist.

"It doesn't have to be sexual." Sam said, curling his fingers into the hair on Bucky's neck. He felt Bucky nod.

"We can just wash each other. It can be very calming actually." Sam explained, and pulled back to find Bucky looking at him, a very unconvinced look on his face.

"What?" Sam asked, his hands resting on Bucky's pink tinted shoulders.

"You think rubbing soap all over your wet, naked body... is gonna be calming for me." Bucky said, deadpan, as he stared at Sam. Sam took a deep breathe and let it out in a laugh as Bucky nodded and smiled at him.

"Well. Okay. Maybe calming isn't the right word." Sam said, shaking his head as he watched Bucky's tongue move over his lip before he pulled it between his teeth.

"Yeah. Definitely not the right word. Shoulda gone with distracting, maybe." Bucky said, his hands moving to Sam's hips.

"Or... erotic." He said, pressing himself to Sam. Sam gasped and wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck.

"Yeah?" He breathed, his heart pounding as Bucky regained his confidence bit by bit.

"Yeah. Or maybe, annoying?" Bucky said, moving them a step back, into the spray of the shower. Sam looked at him, strengthened his grip around Bucky's neck and spun then carefully, pressing Bucky against the wall.

"Annoying huh?" He asked, his hands moving down Bucky's sides, he smiled when Bucky shivered and nodded, his lip between his teeth again.

"Definitely annoying. You woke me up earlier." He whispers, voice shaking as Sam pressed closer, his thigh moving between Bucky's legs.

"Barely." Sam whispered, leaning close, his lips brushing Bucky's ear.

"Enough." Bucky says, trying to sound annoyed and missing, his voice breathy as Sam moved his thigh upwards. Sam smiled into his shoulder as Bucky's hands scrambled to hold onto his wet shoulders, his hips rocking forward, wanting more.

"Still annoyed?" Sam asked, kissing along Bucky's jaw.

"Yes." Bucky gasped as Sam moved his hands to his ass and pulled him closer. Sam brushed his nose agaisnt Bucky's, smiling as he looked into Bucky's eyes, his pupils blown wide. He winked and then licked into Bucky's mouth, the kiss was messy, and wet, and Sam swallowed the whine he pulled out of Bucky, his hands grabbing at Bucky's thighs as he lifted him.

"Fuck. Sam." Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into Sam's shoulders now as he tried to keep their mouths together.

"Maybe later. This is good for now." Sam breathed against Bucky's mouth, rocking his hips, both of them moaned at the friction, Bucky's head slammed backwards, Sam moved his mouth to his throat, kissing and sucking, and then biting. Bucky writhed against him, one hand reaching up, latching onto the small lip at the top of the shower.

Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky, holding him as they moved together, his tongue and teeth working over Bucky's neck, dragging needy whines out of his throat.

"Sam. Sam please." Bucky begged. Sam smiled agaisnt his neck and moved his hips against Bucky harder, pressing him into the wall hard.

"What was that? You beggin for me?" Sam breathed agaisnt the red mark he'd left on Bucky's skin. Bucky looked down at him, panting, and nodded, his mouth open just so.

"Fuck you look perfect like this." Sam grabbed the back of Bucky's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their teeth clicked together and Sam growled, his hips stuttering agaisnt Bucky now, heat pooling in him. He groaned and pulled Bucky impossibly closer as Bucky tried to do the same. Bucky's teeth sink into his shoulder and then both of them are gone, pushed over the edge as they hold each other close.

Sam holds Bucky agaisnt the wall as best he can as they breathe together. Coming down from their high, Bucky's mouth is still on his shoulder, his togue soothing over the mark he'd made. Sam's knees wobble and Bucky pats his shoulder gently, wordlessly telling Sam he can let him go. Bucky legs fall from around Sam's waist slowly, but Bucky doesn't let him go, pulls Sam flush against him and nuzzles at his neck.

"See? Wasn't so bad was it?" Sam asks, his hand soothing down Bucky's back. Bucky pushes him back and looks at him.

"Yeah no. We're doing this everyday. Why didn't you drag me in here earlier?" Bucky asks, his hands moving to Sam's shoulders, moving up and then back down, the water beneath his hands warm and soothing. Sam laughs and shakes his head.

"I tried!" Sam says, moving his knuckles over Bucky's flushed cheeks.

"Shoulda tried harder. That was ridiculous." He sighed, breathing still a bit shakey as he looked at Sam.

"I'll do better next time." Sam whispered, a promise, before kissing Bucky softly, smiling against his mouth as he hummed into the kiss.

Sam wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist, smirking when he moaned again, still sensitive, and pulled them both under the water. Sam laughing as Bucky squawked that the water was too cold as he held Sam close under the gentle spray.

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thelukesalvez · 4 years

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Luke Alvez x Reader: I Told You So

Request: “another one!!! you and luke (and roxy) spend the weekend at a lake (he totally loves a good lake weekend i can feel it) and you warn him that he’d burn if he didn’t put sunscreen on but “no babe i’m good!” and the poor man ends up red as a lobster and nearly cries when you laugh at him as you help him rub aloe on his bright red back hehe :^)”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @saintd0lce , @ogmilkis @reidswords , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you @reidswords for the cutest prompt ever oh my GOSH. vacation luke is like... the dream. so iconic. i had so much fun writing this, enjoy!!!

“W-w-wait!” you hurry out the door attempting to carry the cooler.

It’s heavy, filled with food and drinks that’ll hold you and Luke over for the next three days. The weight of it makes you stumble.

At the sound of your plea, Luke steps away from the SUV, just shy from closing the trunk. Once he sees you struggling to lift the cooler, he rushes down the driveway to meet you.

“Here- give me that,” he takes the strap and transfers the bag to his own shoulder with ease.

“Thanks,” you mumble, only slightly annoyed by how strong he was.

“Is that everything?” he asks, waiting for you to nod before closing the hatchback. “Alright then, I think we’re good to go.”

Spending the long weekend at the lake was exactly the kind of thing you and Luke needed. With promises from Luke to leave his work phone behind, and no other added distractions that often plagued your lives, you were confident it would be a peaceful getaway.

On his way by, Luke presses a quick kiss on your cheek, making you smile. You think that getting to be alone together was what you were looking forward to most.

…

You get to the lake house and the sun is shining and the air is fresh and warm. It’s a nice change from what you’re used to in the city.

You look around at your surroundings. Situated in what felt like the middle of nowhere was the tiny lake house- it’s got a wrap around porch, somewhere you can picture you and Luke drinking coffee the next few mornings.

“You happy, baby?” Luke asks, coming and hugging you from behind. He sways slightly with you in his embrace, his hand placed securely on your hips.

You nod in response. “I’m happy.”

“Good. Let’s get our stuff out and get inside. Think it’s time we christen the place.”

You laugh and pull away, playfully nudging his shoulder. “We just got here!” you laugh.

Luke’s already heading around the car to get your luggage from the trunk. When he comes back around, two suitcases in hand, he just shrugs. “You’re lucky I was able to wait this long.”

He starts heading towards the door, and you just kind of marvel at him as he goes, grateful to have this long weekend and grateful to have Luke.

….

You wake up in the morning to sunlight pouring through the balcony windows. Luke is standing in front of the mirror with only a towel around his hips, which is an unbelievably pleasant sight.

You don’t even realize you’re staring until Luke says, “Good morning.” He’d caught you gawking at him through the mirror, but he turns around smiling.

You drop your head against the pillow, keeping your eyes trained on him. “Morning,” you mumble. “Did you already run?” you ask in disbelief.

Luke nods innocently, his damp curls sticking to his forehead. God, he was really something.

You shake your head at his response, wondering how the hell your boyfriend managed to stay so motivated, even on vacation. But you don’t ask more. Instead you sit up in bed and rub your sleepy eyes. “What’s on the agenda for the day?”

A giant grin spreads across Luke’s face as he pulls a pair of his swim trunks from his suitcase. “It’s a surprise. Get your suit on.”

The surprise turns out to be a boat that Luke rented out for the entire weekend. After throwing on your swimsuit and packing a small tote, the two of you head out onto the water. Luke drives the boat to the center of the lake before cutting the engine.

It’s early, only 10 AM, but the sun is already beating heavily down. You pull the bottle of lotion from your bag, and start rubbing it everywhere you can reach on your skin.

“Can you get my back?” you ask Luke. He takes the bottle from you and squeezes a fair amount of sunscreen into his hand. He rubs it in, almost lazily, using broad circles as his palm travels up and down your skin. When he gets to your lower back, he gives the fleshy part of your hips a playful pinch that makes you arch forward.

“Hey!” you protest, snatching the sunscreen from him. “Okay, your turn,” you say, already squeezing some of the cream into your hand.

“No babe, I’m good,” he tells you, shaking his head.

“Luke-” you scorn, “you need sunscreen.”

He scrunches his nose up at you, which he knows is your kryptonite. Anytime he did that, he knew you’d cave. “This golden, Puerto Rican skin doesn’t burn, baby,” he promises with a wink.

Your day on the water is perfect. It’s split equally between lounging on the boat, swimming in the cool, refreshing water, and laughing as Luke drove around like a maniac, doing donuts in the lake.

Currently, the two of you were laying on the seat at the edge of the boat, Luke’s arm slung lazily around you as you traced light patterns on his bare chest.

“This would be a fun thing to do with the team,” he says. “Have Matt and JJ bring their kids, we could rent a tube or something.”

You nod, “For sure. The kids would love the boat. And they’d love how crazily Uncle Luke drove it, too.”

Luke chuckles. “Oh c’mon! Crazy, maybe. But fun? Definitely.”

You can feel sweat droplets forming on your back, the hot sun relentless out on the open water. So, you scoot away from Luke’s loose embrace and announce, “Alright, I’m jumping in again.”

Without hesitating, you walk towards the back of the boat and dive into the water. Instantly, your body temperature goes down, and by the time you resurface, you’re feeling tremendously refreshed. You swim around for a few minutes before climbing up the ladder and onto the boat once again.

You grab your towel off from the back of the driver’s seat and wipe your face. Luke’s in the same spot you left him, except now he’s flipped so that he’s laying on his stomach.

You walk over, preparing to lay on him as a joke to get him wet, but instead you pause when you see the state of Luke's back. The skin is turning a bright shade of pink.

“Baby, your back is burned,” you tell him.

Luke grunts in acknowledgement, but makes no effort to move.

“Luke, I’m serious, you’re really red. We should get out of the sun.”

Luke turns his head towards you, and squints against the harsh rays. “It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll fade.”

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. “Fine,” you tell him. “I think I’m burning though, so can we head back?”

Luke sits up, nodding. As he climbs into the driver’s seat and starts steering the boat back towards the dock, you smirk, pleased that he had given in to you.

You can feel the itch of sand on your skin and you honestly can’t wait to get back to the house to shower it off.

You’re under the cool water for less than a minute before Luke is climbing in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and smiling into your neck. He smells like sweat and salt and the alcohol he’d been drinking earlier and all you want to do is kiss him. You turn around in Luke’s arms and hug him back. Luke’s cheeks look a little flushed and his nose is slightly red right on the end. You poke it playfully.

“Feeling the burn yet?” you ask.

Luke scrunches his nose and shakes his head. He looks stupidly adorable before pulling you closer and kissing you softly.

…

You’re wearing one of Luke’s shirts and your hair is still wet from your shower when you wander into the living room. Luke is sitting on the couch, one arm outstretched across the back of it as he flips through channels on the television mindlessly.

You join him, making sure to snuggle extra close. You burrow into his side, your arm winding behind him. Instinctually, you start rubbing his back gently, like you did most nights, but you stop when he abruptly flinches and lurches forward.

“Ah,” he hisses.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, scooting slightly away from him.

“Just stung a little,” he mumbles.

But you frown suspiciously. You’d barely touched him.

“You’re burned, aren’t you?” you ask. But Luke shakes his head.

“I’m fine, it’s not burnt,” he argues. You know better.

“Take off your shirt,” you order him.

“What?”

“Luke, take it off.”

Reluctantly, Luke peels off the fabric covering his torso, causing his flaming red, sun burnt skin to become visible to you.

Luke groans when he sees your eyes widen, finally seeming to acknowledge that he had a sunburn. . You’re an idiot for not wearing sunscreen,” you say.

“How bad is it?”

You smile slyly, your ‘I-told-you-so’ attitude coming to the forefront of your personality. “Your golden, Puerto Rican skin is burnt to a crisp.”

…

You were in a deep sleep when you hear Luke shifting around on the mattress beside you. Briefly, you wondered if you were dreaming, until he got out of bed altogether. You force your eyes open, frowning to see that his spot next to you was empty.

You find him in the bathroom, digging through the medicine cabinet. His curls are poking in every direction, like he’d been tossing and turning against the pillow for a while.

“Can’t sleep?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” you say gently. “Is it the burn?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “Yeah, can’t quite seem to get comfortable.”

You clear your throat dramatically. “I don’t mean to say ‘I told you so’ but…” your voice trails off.

Luke turns to look at you, his eyes rolling. “Go ahead,” he urges, using his hand to gesture towards you.

“But I told you so,” you spit out quickly, the smug grin on your face spreading even wider. “There, now that I have that out of my system, go lay down on your stomach.”

“What’re you-”

“Just do it,” you interrupt, pushing past him. “I’ve already proven once today that I’m right all the time, so stop questioning me.”

“Thought you said it was out of your system,” Luke grumbles, but he obliges and leaves the bathroom.

You close the medicine cabinet he was poking through and open the cabinet underneath the sink instead. You’d put the bottle of aloe you’d bought under there, just in case. You grab it and head back towards the bedroom.

Luke had finally listened to you. He was lying on his stomach, his red back facing up. His arms were propped underneath the pillow, where his head was resting.

You climb onto the bed beside him and, without giving him a heads up, climb on top of him so that you’re straddling his hips. Luke was used to you crawling on top of him frequently, so he barely even reacts.

“This is gonna be cold,” you tell him, before squeezing a fair amount of the aloe onto his skin.

Luke hisses into the pillow, but when you begin gently rubbing it into his burn, you notice his shoulders visibly relax. His skin feels hot against your fingertips, and you can’t imagine how uncomfortable he must be. You continue to lightly massage the healing gel into his back for the next few minutes, spreading the aloe to as much of the burn as you could, until his breathing steadies and his eyes fall shut. Only when you hear him start to snore softly do you finally get off of him.

After putting away the bottle of aloe and washing it’s remnants off from your hands, you join Luke in bed.

He’s fast asleep, finally at peace beside you. His sweeping eyelashes and parted lips look so relaxed and for a moment, you just watch him sleep like that, unable to help the smile that spreads across your face. Because yeah, he was an idiot for not wearing sunscreen today, but he was your idiot, and that’s all that mattered.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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I just want Bakugo cuddles 🥺 Thank you to @gallickingun @katsukisprincess and @yuueimagines helping me start this baby+give me ideas! <3

Bakugo x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1985

Warnings: cussing (it’s Bakugo there’s ALWAYS cussing)

Summary: It’s one of the hottest days of the year, yet Bakugo still wants to hold you close to him. You try to fight off his cuddle attack, but it’s no use-when Bakugo wants something, he will get it. No matter what.

“Y/n come here.”

You sighed exasperatedly into the warm pillow, your damp forehead facing away from the stubborn boy.

“For the last time Katsuki, I’m not going to cuddle you.”

It was one of the hottest days of the year, the summer heat making the room into a sweltering and humid heat magnet. You had countless fans going on and the AC at full blast, the roar of the machines working filling your shared bedroom with Bakugo.

Even with those devices, though, you seemed unable to push the heat out of the room. The sheets were long forgotten on the floor, you both finding them to make the warmth worse by trapping your body heat. Both of you were covered in sweat, your hairs sticking to your forehead and your skins uncomfortably hot.

It also didn’t help Bakugo was essentially a human radiator. His quirk seemed to keep him permanently hot, his skin always warm to the touch. You didn’t mind him being so naturally warm-it was comforting to have him to snuggle since the heat of his body felt like a warm blanket, enveloping you in a calming comfort. Yet, with it being such a sweltering, uncomfortable temperature, it really wasn’t the best time to cuddle someone, especially your warm-blooded boyfriend.

“Why the fuck not? Bakugo growled out, annoyance bubbling into his stomach.

All Bakugo wanted was to hold you against him, to feel how your body molded into his so effortlessly and the softness of your skin.

But because of this damn heat and his obnoxiously hot body temperature, you had scooted so far away from him you were practically falling off the bed.

And that bothered the hell out of him-you were usually so ready to pounce on him and give him all the love his heart wanted. But now you didn’t even want to look at him it was so hot.

“You know why ‘Suki, it’s just too hot for that-“

“Bullshit! Look how many fans we have on-you seriously can’t be that hot,” He was sulking on his side of the bed, his lips poured out slightly as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

You propped your slick body up on your elbows, trying to catch as much of a breeze from the circulating fans. You gave a tired sigh, your warm body feeling achy from the long hours of heat exposure.

“I too am too that hot,” you huffed out, “your sweating along with me, so don’t act like I’m just overreacting,”

“Dumbass, I’m always sweating, it’s my quirk!” he retaliated, his eyes bright with irritation-he just wanted to hold you, god damn it! He didn’t want to admit that he was hot as well, he was desperate for your touch.

And if you were putting up a fight to not be next to him, oh, he was going to make sure he won.

“If your hot, just take off some of your clothes, it’s keeping in your body heat anyway-“

You gave a small laugh, rolling your eyes at the blonde. You two were already stripped to the bare minimum in order to get rid of some of your warmth. Bakugo was only clad in a pair of boxers while you were wearing a lounge bra and shorts.

“Bakugo, if I’m not snuggling you because it’s warm,” you retorted with a giggle, “I’m definitely not doing that with you,” you turned to see his already pink cheeks get noticeably darker, a laugh spilling out of you from his embarrassment.

“I didn’t-mean it like that!” he sputtered out, “get your head out of the fucking gutter!”

You gave another chuckle, your head lulled back on your shoulders lazily.

He was so enamored by your sounds-the way you talked, laughed, sighed-it all sounded so pretty and infectious to him. If he could, he’d listen to you speak all day and all night and never get bored once.

You gave another look at the boy, his hair sticking to his forehead as he cuddles into his pillow, looking up at you with waiting eyes.

You reached over softly, your warm hand grazing his hot forehead as you pushed the damp hair away from his face. He sighed into your touch, a little bit of hope glimmering inside him that you would give in to his desires.

But just as quickly as you had touched him, you pulled away, leaving him feeling angry and desperate.

You watched the hotheaded boy’s face turn from peaceful to utterly annoyed, his eyes boaring into yours maliciously for playing with his heart like that. His grumpy frown slowly turned into a sick grin, as if a dark idea crawled into his brain.

If you wanted to play dirty, he would play dirtier than you.

Bakugo gripped your wrist with his warm, clammy hands, your eyes shooting open. He expertly took hold of your body, his overwhelming heat sweeping into your skin as you yelled in protest.

He had flipped you onto his stomach, his strong arms encasing you into his chest. The slight smell of salted caramel that came off of Katsuki filled your noise, making your mouth water slightly.

His muscles and skin were so enticing and comforting that you could fall asleep instantly in his touch. You loved hearing his powerful heart beat through his chest, and monitoring how it changed pace whenever you touched him or said a certain thing.

As much as those things made you feel happy and secure, the blonde was like furnace, containing all the heat in his body and radiating it into yours. It was unbearable in this warm room, and you began to squirm in his touch in an attempt to escape it.

“Katsuki, please, no!” You cried out with a smile, unable to be serious around the blonde. “You’re so-hot!”

“I know that, Princess, you don’t have to say it,” he chuckled arrogantly, trying to keep ahold of your wriggling body.

“God your full of yourself!” You laughed as you continued to struggle, your hands now pushing against his firm chest in an attempt to be free of his grasp.

“ damn, y/n-stop moving!”

“Then you let me go!”

“Hell no!”

You continued to struggle against the hothead, your fingers grasping at his skin, giggles spilling out as the heat of your body against his grew.

It was becoming close to unbearable for you and Bakugo, sweat making your body slippery as Bakugo tried to keep ahold of you.

He was getting more and more agitated the more you fought against him-you seriously didn’t want to cuddle with him that badly? Just over some god damn heat?

He was through with your fighting, his mind getting another idea.

He quickly flipped you over yet again, his body now on top of yours as you laid face up on the bead, your positions now being reversed.

Bakugo had his body propped on top, the thick muscles of his arms highlighted dramatically in the hazy lights. His eyes were a bright vermillion, a glow to them from having such a challenge tasked in front of him. A small smirk played on his parted lips, his skin radiating heat in top of you.

For you, it was getting hotter every second, and in this new position, it was even worse- Bakugo’s dense body blocked out any cool air from the fans, his full body weight was now encasing you, and the fact that he was pinning you down to the heated bed made it feel like you were in a sauna.

Bakugo looked down at you, pleading with his eyes, searching your face for any sign of agreement.

He was hoping against hope you were going to break-you had to know you were weaker than him-youd never be able to fight him off.

Yet you were still struggling, that bright smile of yours still on your face as you pleaded and retorted back at him, your soft hands still on his skin, pushing him away. It tore at his pride a little that you were being so defiant, but he had to admit, that was one of the reasons why he loved you so much: you put up with his bullshit and held your ground, even if it agitated him.

He stopped trying to hold you, his body propped on top of your squirming one.

“You seriosuly don’t want to hold me?” He asked, his voice full of spite.

“I’m sorry-I really just don’t-“ you began, but stopped once you felt Bakugo’s strong body crawl off yours and off the bed. You could already tell he was pissed off, a part of you hoping he wouldnt have a mini temper tantrum about all this.

You watched his built body walk to the foot of the bed, appreciating how the muscles rippled and moved so effortlessly with his movements.

He honestly was a sight to be seen, even if he was acting childish.

You continued to watch him, and to your surprise, he walked over to the fans, all lined up like little soldiers in front of the bed. You felt the cool air blast through the vents of the contraptions, a sigh escaping your lips.

Bakugo’s hand laid on top of one of the room fans gently, his head low as he stared at it. He turned his head, giving you a shit eating grin.

“You should’ve just been a good girl and listened to me y/n,” he warned out, his voice deep and husky, “now you gotta deal with the consequences.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” You asked in horror, helpless to watch as Bakugo turned off each and every fan in the room. You could already feel the heat multiplying as each one shut down, the hypnotic whirs now dissappearing.

Desperation filled your gut as Bakugo went over to now turn off the AC, the most evil action he could do at this point. Your body swung off the bed, your feet slapping the luke-warm wood as you gripped Bakugo’s sinewy arm, trying with all your might to stop him from turning it off.

“Please Bakugo, no!” You pleaded, “Thats pure evil!”

“Will you- cuddle me then?!” He sputtered out, hating how needy he sounded.

“I-I can’t, it’s just too hot-“ you begged, “but maybe we can tomorrow when it’s not so hot.”

Bakugo gave a small growl, his teeth barred like an animals as the frustration bursted out of his chest.

“If you don’t fucking hold me right now I will break all these goddamn fans!”

“You wouldn’t dare,” You gasped, fear and irritation filling your stomach-the most annoying thing to you was that you knew that wasn’t an empty threat. Bakugo would break these in a heartbeat if you didn’t do what he said.

“Fucking watch me,” he confirmed your fears, his bright red eyes staring down at you, waiting for your answer.

You sighed, the grip you had on his arm loosening slightly.

You had two options: either have a pissed off Bakugo and it be hot or cuddle him and still be hot-at least his temperament would cool down slightly if you picked the 2nd.

You slowly wrapped your body around his, your mingled heat melting into each other as you cuddled into his neck, your warmth breath sending electricity down his spine.

“Fine,” you agreed reluctantly, your fingers deep into the softness of his hair. “But on one condition-”

“Hm?” he hummed, relishing the feeling of your skin finally on his.

“-turn back on the fans.”

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purplecantaloupe · 4 years

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@lestrudel-scotlandyard :

Hey could you write a Calum one where he is super into y/n but she's Mali's roommate so Calum is hesitant to listen to his heart until he has a drunk chat with Mali about it?

Thank you so much for requesting this and I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out. I hope this is what you had in mind!! Love you so much and I hope you enjoy.

**gif is not mine**

Warnings: some swearing, alcohol abuse, no smut really just some foreplay and dirty words ig, lots of fluff

WC: 5484

It was so hard for Calum to sit upright in his chair as he watched you exit the hallway from your bedroom and out to the living room. Tonight was roommate movie night with Mali and Calum asked to join in since the guys were all with their girlfriends tonight which made it that much harder for you and Mali to refuse his company, plus he offered to pay for the snacks so you couldn’t say no. You were still in your bedroom showering and getting dressed when he arrived so when you came out to the living room with damp hair, some spandex shorts, and an oversized sweatshirt that Calum graciously let you borrow a while ago after a drunk night in the pool that the lot of you shared needless to say, Calum was a little taken aback.

Calum could remember that night so vividly (despite the amount of booze in his system). You had worn only but the tiniest bathing suit he’d ever seen. It was when you and his sister had first moved in together and she had told you that her brother had a house with a pool and you didn’t hesitate to buy a cute dark blue bikini that would compliment your skin perfectly and also keep you modest. It was the first time you and he had met, he had the guys over with their respective partners, Michael doing his DJ bit (as always Calum would help out a little bit with the setting up) and once you and his sister arrived he only saw you. His brain could only describe you as the angel that had fallen from heaven and into his backyard. You unknowingly wore his favorite color and you were oblivious to the fact that your breasts were spilling out of the top just a bit. Nobody truly noticed except for Calum. Mali-Koa introduced you to everyone, sharing handshakes and hugs and the smile never leaving your face and shining a light across his dim patio. Calum came up to you introducing himself as the bassist in the band and the little brother of your roommate, making you giggle and nod your head as you introduced yourself as well. He could still see your smile in his head, hearing that melody of your giggle and wanting everything in his power to never let that smile leave your face; Calum wanted to always be the reason that you were smiling. No matter how much he wished that he could just make you happy and treat you the way that a lady should be treated he knew deep down that to you, he would always be your roommate’s little brother.

The rest of the night at Calum’s house was spent with you and the girls floating in the pool, drinking booze and ultimately Calum watching you keep the party bright and lively; dancing to Michael’s beats and your contagious laugh filling into the moments between the songs which only made Calum want to watch you even more throughout the night. Once the party was moved inside due to the breeze and decrease in temperature of the water, you rinsed off with the other girls outside before wrapping your towel around yourself and made your way over to your clothes you had left on a lawn chair. You picked your clothes up and while feeling the denseness of them you let out a sigh as pool water dropped through your fingers. You had asked Mali if she brought any extra clothes to which she frowned and shook her head.

“Maybe Calum will let you borrow some?” She looks at you with the concerned frown still on her face.

“Oh no I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“No bother at all, I’ll show you where to change,” Calum startled you as you turned around, watching him eagerly ascend to what you could only assume as his bedroom and wave a hand for you to follow him. You glance back at Mali and she smiles reassuringly at you then turns to converse with Andy. You follow Calum into his bedroom and see him rifling through his drawers and closet then pulls out a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.

“Here you should stay warm in this; I’ll go wash your clothes for you,” he smiles bashfully, trying to hide his blush as he takes the drenched clothes from you and makes his way to his laundry room. He would never admit to you that he was the one who got your clothes wet, he knows the outcome of his normal get togethers with his bandmates usually go until all hours of the night and maybe the off chance that you would be staying as well; he’d hoped that you would ask him to borrow some clothes, just to be able to talk to you (and see you in his clothes obvs). Knowing that he would never be able to make a move, he decided why not have a little play before the night was over.

Once you changed into his clothes you felt as though you were swimming again due to the size difference. You took a look at yourself in the mirror and let out a scuff of air at your current state as well as your thoughts. A knock at the door startled you a bit, you looked up at the door before slowly opening it. Calum’s jaw went slack and his eyes bugged out but he recovered quickly before you could really notice.

“Everyone is out in the living room, just wanted to let you know,” he says and then clears his throat.

“Thank you for this, I really appreciate it,” you say and wave the oversized arms around and smile.

“No problem,” he smiled and that was it for him, he was a goner for you though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself really he just thought that this was an innocent brief moment of passion before he found another girl to gawk at. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?

Even months after that pool party Calum had to get you out of his head, he couldn’t possibly go for his sister’s roommate. The consequences from his sister as well as the break up could and would set him into a frenzy which is why he’s built a wall over his heart. Calum hasn’t let a girl in, in God knows how long and he refuses to let his guard down after his past relationships, being used for money and fame as well as sex on the off chance the girl he was seeing was trying hard enough. He knew that getting so attached to somebody so close to Mali would result in something detrimental, he didn’t have the time, patience, or mental health to patch himself up again. Calum had to get away from you not only for his sake, but for yours as well. He didn’t want to be the reason that you cried and he couldn’t handle the fact that you would hate him after something he’d done stupidly on a whim.

He had tried to forget about you, he tried with so many other girls, kept getting wasted which would only make it worse to which he would wish you were the one rubbing his back instead of Ashton as he threw up the remnants of acid and liquor from his stomach. Calum even tried meditating and yoga which would result in him rolling over and falling asleep on the floor of his home recording studio dreaming about you, being on top of you, inside of you, anything that his subconscious could come up with. His dreams would result in him trying to find women that looked similar to you and start the process over again.

Once the boys saw that Calum was basically ruining himself, they decided to do something to try to get him with you, since getting him away from the thought of you wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, no matter how much he stated he was ‘trying to forget about you’.

They all decided to have a couples night which hurt Calum in the long run because he knew he’d be the third-wheel and wouldn’t want to be the sob story. Luke slyly reminded him of the up and coming Friday night would also be the roommate movie night that you and Mali-Koa would post about on Instagram, maybe even going live and trying to drunkenly bake some brownies, both of you wearing fuzzy socks, hoodies and a blanket covering your lower halves, until you moved to the kitchen to talk about your love-lives all the while still on live and entertaining your virtual friends.

Calum had watched the lives that you two had done before and it looked like so much fun, not only would he get to be with you but he could spend some time with his sister who he loved oh-so much. He was practically shaking as he asked his sister if he could join your roommate ritual and when she had replied with an, “only if you bring snacks and booze!”

He sighed in relief, already deciding on which snacks he wanted to bring. He stopped by the closest corner store and bought all the snacks that the girls requested along with what he wanted as well, sending a quick text to his sister that he was on his way and headed to your flat.

Once Cal got there he was informed by his sister that you were still in the shower and you'd be down any minute, giving a nod to his sister before making himself a drink, anything that would get him loose, and down it as fast as he could. He hoped that tonight could go as he planned and he could keep his feelings down as much as he could, maybe his blush would be hidden by the alcohol. The amount of liquor that Calum consumed could also be equivalent to that of ‘a fifty-five gallon drum’ but he was still convinced that he needed to be drunk-er just to be able to sit in the same room as you.

After your shower you grabbed an old sweatshirt that you couldn’t be bothered to remember the origin and some bed shorts to stay comfortable while you watch the movies. If you were being honest, you didn’t even remember that Calum was coming over if you had known you would’ve put on some longer pants and now you just feel like you were exposed in front of the only guy that you’d been attracted to since you moved to LA.

His bickering with his sister hadn’t seized since she chose a cheesy/sappy rom-com (that was chosen well over an hour and a half ago) that he audibly groaned at. His groan sent you into overdrive and you had to keep the redness from forming on your cheeks wanting nothing more but to want to hear it again and again. Calum was oblivious to the fact that you even felt the least bit aroused at the sound of his turmoil. You had to stand up, not only to get away from the heat that was radiating off of your crush, but the bickering made you want to pull the nerves from your ears. You made your way to the kitchen, making yourself a margarita that Mali had blended up, taking a sip and sighing, the feeling of the ice cooling your insides.

“You ok?” You hear the husky voice of the one and only. You squeeze your eyes shut tight before you turn around to face him.

In Calum’s eyes you are the most beautiful thing he’d set his eyes on, anyone could see it except that you were blind. The fact that he was your best friend’s brother and nothing more could come from either of you stayed in your mind. Little did he or anybody know for that matter that you had thoughts and dreams of the moment that he would push you up against a wall and take you wherever and whenever: maybe he would tease you a little, wanting to see just how far he could take it before you were writhing under him. You had to pinch your arm to stop the thoughts and to snap back into reality, knowing damn well that he was meer feet away from you but upon seeing him, your naughty thoughts came back faster than Calum could even look away from you. Seeing those dark brown eyes craving to drink you all in, wanting to watch him peel your clothes off to reveal your curves to him; seeing his hands, hands that could gently constrict around your throat the same way they are cradling the neck of a beer bottle, ironic but still not helping.

Clearing your mind of all the filth you grab your half drunk margarita and a second one for Mali then you give him an exaggerated nod before you make your way to the living room to take a seat next to her. Calum followed you after grabbing a new drink of his own before he sat in his original seat.

Calum knew that his blush had to have been evident on his cheeks, he was imagining tearing you apart right there on the couch, the blood was rushing to his cheeks as well as his cock, although he wouldn’t admit that to you. The shorts you wore were practically invisible to the naked eye and your hair was adorning your face with such grace that he almost could just flip you on your stomach and pull on your loose locks just hear that delicious moan-

After consuming enough tequila that your brain was fuzzed over and your body felt warm you noticed the movie was over and Calum and Mali were arguing over the next movie, typical.

“Mal you chose the last movie! Practically bored me to sleep! Can we please watch something with a little more action?”

“Guys I’m gonna head to bed, I’m feeling too good and your yelling is killing my buzz,” you say interrupting the brother and sister banter.

You stand up only to stumble a bit and giggle at yourself, you didn’t even realize you were that drunk.

“Help her you doof!” Mali-Koa says to her brother and rolls her eyes, equally just as tipsy as you are.

Calum had drank twice as much as both of you combined but he was still comprehensive, he shames himself for drinking so often that his tolerance was so high, he stood to which you just shook your head.

“I got it, I got it. I’m good.” You say and use the wall to guide you to the hallway. He sat back down at your words, watching you warily. You make it to the entrance of the hall, your room seems so far away but you take a breath and start on your drunken journey. Just as you start to waddle your way, guiding yourself with the wall, you feel a hand on your back which startles your drunken state.

“Hey I got you, it’s okay,” Calum says and takes your hand in his and uses the other on your back to guide you into your bedroom. You giggle and lay your head against his chest as he guides you through your corridor. He pulls your blankets down on your bed, still using his arm to hold you steady and he gently helps you lie down in the bed. He pulls the blankets up to your neck, tucking you in and just as he turns to walk back out he hears his name fall from your lips.

“Calum, please stay,” you whisper and move back as far as you can under your covers before patting the bed in front of you, “just for a little bit.” You whisper and smile at him tiredly.

Calums brain is running fast, the wheels turning in his head as he tries to think of a logical explanation as to why he should leave. His brain becomes even more intoxicated just looking at you as you look at him. He curses himself as his drunken brain leads him over to you and lays himself over the comforter. His tall stature leaning over you as he maneuvers himself beside you. You lay your head on his chest as he lays his arm under your head, your hand coming up to run along the valleys of his abdomen and he has to bite his lip from cursing.

Not even three minutes later your breathing evens out and he looks down at you, your eyes shut and your finger paused along his stomach. He gently rolls out from under you, sighing as he lays the faintest of kisses along your hairline.

“Good night, beautiful,” he whispers as he takes one last glance at you before turning your lamp out and shutting your door quietly. He makes his way back to his sister who is watching yet another rom-com and he can’t even be mad, he just cuddled with the only girl he’d ever wanted. Granted, she was drunk out of her mind and doesn’t even understand what happened.. god what was he thinking? This just sent him back so far in the healing process and now he won’t be able to get you out of his head for another year at best. Mali glances at him before looking at the tv then looks back at him.

“You ok?” She asks. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or maybe it’s his mind finally giving up on trying to hide but he shakes his head. Mali pauses the movie and pats the sofa next to her.

“What’s up?” She asks as he sits, both of them swaying a little in their tipsy state.

He doesn’t even know what to say, ‘I’ve had a crush on your roommate for almost a year now?’ No that wouldn’t sound good coming out. ‘I’ve been thinking a lot about y/n lately and I think I’m in love with her?’ GOD no, he couldn’t say that. His drunk mind takes over.

“I like.. this girl,” he pauses midway through.

Mali nods, silently telling him to continue.

“..and she’s all I can think about. She’s stuck in my head and Mali, I’m scared. I’ve never felt this way about another girl before, she’s different, so… unique, so loving, she cares for everyone and overall just so amazing,” he says and Mali nods.

“Well do you want to go for it? Can you see yourself with her in the future?” She asks, kind of taking advantage of his unfiltered thoughts.

“Mal, I can see us with kids and a house, Duke and a few others running around. The guys and you spending time with us as y/n’s pregnant belly pokes out with our second child. Mali I don’t know what to do,” he says and tears up just the slightest, his voice cracking. He realizes that he just said her name out loud, to his sister, your roommate. His head is spinning.

Mali already knew through her drunken thoughts that he was talking about you but Calum needed to hear it from himself.

“Well I know she likes you too, unless she has eyes for another Calum that I don’t know about,” she jokes. He surprised at his sister’s words,you like him back? He was blind, he had no idea that you felt the same for him. His intoxicated brain is getting too excited. “I think you should go for it,” she states, truth fully laced throughout the whole sentence. He stands up, gaining his land legs before he stalks towards your room. “I didn’t mean right now, but…” Mali’s words get lost in his thoughts as he quietly opens your door, shutting it gently before he sits back down in his original spot.

The weight difference wakes you slightly as well as the hand touching your shoulder. You hum as you feel the hand start to massage your shoulder and trail down your back. Your half dreaming state makes you imagine it’s Calum who is giving you the best post-inebriated massage.

“Mmm don’t stop, Calum,” you mumble into your pillow.

“How did you know it was me?” He giggles continuing to rub your back through your shirt before gently lifting it and rubbing his thumbs up your spine.

You jolt up a bit at his actual voice and you furrow your brows,

“What are you doing in here? What are you doing period?” You ask, hiding your blush in your pillow.

“I wanted to ask you something but I didn’t want to just wake you up and have you give me an answer while you’re grumpy,” he says and chuckles, reminiscing on the few times you’d slept over at his house and woke up annoyed and your hair in disarray.

“What do you have to ask that’s so important that you had to wake me up at two in the morning?” You ask and let out a sigh as he rubs a knot out of your back. He tried to keep his erection calm at your little noises but his mind betrays him as he feels himself growing.

“Well it’s more of a statement than a question,” he says and warily leans down pressing kisses up your back.

Your only logical explanation you could come up with is that you're dreaming, Calum would never do this type of thing, let alone sneak into your room.

“Am I dreaming?” You whimper at his lips on your back, his mind going to other places as he hears your whimper.

“No baby, I’m really here,” he whispers and climbs off from behind you and lays next to you, looking you in the eyes. He takes a piece of hair that has fallen on your face and gently tucks it behind your ear.

“Holy shit,” you whisper and look up at him, reaching your hand out and grip his shoulder, leaving your hand there to keep a grip not only on him, but on reality. He chuckles at your profanity and lays his hand on your shoulder blade, gently pulling your shirt back down before he draws patterns into your back through the fabric.

“I came in here to tell you that I like you and that I want to ask you out on a date,” he whispers, his fingers still rubbing on your back. Your brain is literally spinning from both his confession and the alcohol still present in your body. You feel the sudden urge of the snacks deciding to knock on your throat. You immediately shoot up and move as fast as you can to the bathroom. You kneel at the toilet letting all your undigested food out of your body, Calum rushes in behind you grabbing a hold of your hair and pulls it out of your face.

After throwing up the contents of your stomach, your hand leaning on the toilet seat and your head is laying on your arm as you try to catch your breath. Calum’s hand is rubbing circles on your back as he slides a Dixie cup of water under your head and whispers a small ‘here’ into your ear. You gladly accept and swallow it in one gulp.

“You could’ve just rejected me,” Calum says through the silence.

You smile and bite your lip, “you really just caught me off guard.” You say and giggle softly. Calum stands behind you, walking out of your bedroom which honestly stresses you out a little before he comes back in the room holding three water bottles.

“Here let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s go get you back in bed and drink some water,” he says which melts your heart down to the core. He helps you stand up and warily let’s go of you to let you brush your teeth. He slowly walks alongside of you, back to your bed before he covers you up. After satisfied he hands you a water bottle and kneels next to you for a second, taking your hand in his before he sighs, “I know that I would’ve somehow done something stupid to lose you, I just didn’t realize it’d be before you even could verbally reject me,” he says and bites the inside of his lip.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Calum I didn’t even get to respond.” You say and squeeze his hand. “Why don’t you just lay down and we can talk? Your knees are shaking,” you say and he looks down confused, his body still as a board, “made you look,” you joke, lightening the whole mode of the room instantly. He lays his head against your intertwined hands and chuckles.

“You got me,” he whispers. You never fail to lighten any mood.

“But seriously come lay down,” you say and nod your head at your bed. He let’s go of your hand and sighs walking around your bed and crawls in behind you on top of your blankets. Once he lays down you roll over and look at him through the moonlight cascading through your window, shadowing his features. “I like you too,” you whisper and run your finger down his cheek. “My answer is yes,” you add and the smile stretches across his face.

“Really? Oh my god Mali told me I should’ve waited and I thought I totally screwed up when you ran away,” he says and sighs, taking your hand in his once again.

“Wait Mali is behind this?” You say and look up at him.

“No I told her that I like you and she told me I should go for it.” He replies and rubs his thumb across your knuckles.

“Well I guess I can’t be mad at her,” you say and bite your lip which makes Calum’s erection grow back.

He doesn’t want to rush this relationship like he has in the past so he has to find an escape before he truly fucks up.

“I think I should better go now, you should get some sleep you’ve had an evenful night,” he whispers.

“Wait you were drinking, you shouldn’t drive.. stay,” you say, fully awake now and you couldn’t let him get away so soon.

He sighs jokingly, “if you insist,” he says tilting his head and chuckles, climbing underneath your blankets along with you. His thoughts focusing on breathing instead of his dick. You lean into him and lay your head on his bicep, he wraps his arms around you almost in a protective way. “Good night, beautiful,” he whispers, shutting his eyes.

Calum finally felt safe.

Waking up next to Calum was alarming at first, you didn’t quite remember last night’s interaction. As you slowly opened your eyes you turned and he was sound asleep, small breaths of air left his mouth as he dreamt.

Once you got out of his light grip, you make your way down the hall to the kitchen and start up some eggs and pancakes for the residents of the house. Mali had joined you and you spilled everything that you could remember from last night to her and she listened intently.

“He told me he was going to leave but I knew he was drinking—“ before you could let her know he’d spent the night Calum made an appearance in the doorway, hair sticking up in all different ways and his sister gawked.

“I didn’t realize how awkward this’d be,” she says, “well I’ll leave you two to it, thanks for breakfast, babe,” she side hugs you before she makes her way back to her bedroom.

You smile up at Calum, “good morning,” you say and giggle at his sleepy state. He makes his way over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. You smile and bring your hands up, smoothing his hair down a bit.

“Mornin’,” he replies and leans into your touch.

“I made you some breakfast,” you say and tilt your head toward the pans and plates of pancakes and eggs. He looks over the top of your head and smiles.

“Thank you, love,” he smiles and squeezes your hips in affection, your insides melt. He makes his way over to make himself a plate before sitting down with you as you sip your coffee at the dining table. “What’s on your mind?” His voice husky as he eats.

“Lots.” You simply reply.

“What about?” He swallows and takes a sip of his coffee as well.

“Where you want to take me on a date, what I should wear, how bad I want to take a shower, how bad I want you to join me but I think that’s also moving too fast,” he chuckles, cutting your rambling short.

“Well the date is a surprise, you should wear something comfy, I think you should take a shower and I’d love to join you as well,” he says, “as soon as I finish this,” he motions to his almost finished plate. You blush.

“Well I already ate so I’m going to go start up the shower, you can join whenever you’re done,” he nods as you stand and make your way to the en suite bathroom. While you start bathing, Calum texts his group chat with the boys and announces that he finally made a move to which they all had individual compliments and congratulations to share with him. He puts his plate in the sink after thanking his friends and he makes his way to your bedroom. Hearing the shower running, he takes his clothes off, climbing in behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

You jump as you wash your face, eyes closed as you lean into the water. He runs his hands up your front, both hands cupping breasts as he kisses your neck, back pressed against his front. You lean away from the water and lay your head against his collarbone.

“I've been waiting so long for this,” he whispers and presses a kiss to your shoulder, littering your clavicle. He trails up to your neck and presses a kiss into your cheek then slowly turns you around and lays a kiss at the corner of your mouth. You have to refrain your eyes from adverting to look down at him, that was the biggest struggle you’d faced, besides not wanting to jump his bones right then and there. “Am I rushing you? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He whispers, his hands making their way to your lower back.

You shake your head, “kiss me,” you whisper, reaching your arms up and around his neck to pull him down to your level. He presses his lips against yours in the most tender and soft kiss. Your lips mold together, he bites your bottom lip and runs his hands down your backside gripping your asscheeks in his hands, both actions making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours, both dancing for dominance. He runs his hands down your thighs and lifts you up into the air easily, pressing your back against the cold tile wall of your shower. He trails his mouth down your neck to your chest, leaving a lovemark right on your sternum keeping in mind that you had work on Monday and he didn’t want the kids to ask why you had a bruise on your neck. Your moans could be heard but drowned out by the water hitting the floor. He pulls his mouth away from the forming purple mark on your chest and looks up into your eyes.

“I have to stop, I don’t want to ruin this before it even starts,” he drops your legs back onto the floor and runs his finger tips up your sides, making you shiver. “But god dammit I don’t want to stop,” he chuckles and you giggle breathless. “I’ve just waited so long for this.”

You nod, “me too,” you admit, your eyes flashing up to his, you both share a look of lust. “All good things take time,” you nod, still looking into his eyes, he nods as well.

You both finish showering and make your way to your bedroom after drying off, lending him a toothbrush and a pair of your oversized sweats.

“Sorry I don’t have another pair of underwear for you, but I’ll go wash this shirt I wore last night and you can wear that,” you say and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, I’ll wear it now,” he smiles and slides it over his head. “It smells like you,” he tries but fails to hide his smile by biting his lip. You smile as well.

He silently thanks himself for getting her clothes wet the first time they met.

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